Message-ID: <2965eli$9708150945@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: author22 Subject: HANG EM! The Pirate Affair, Chapter 9-B ADULTS ONLY! (M/M) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.gay,alt.sex.first-time,alt.sex.masturbation,gay-net.erotic-storys,alt.sex.magazines,gay-net.erotic-storys,alt.sex.stories.moderated Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <33F31CF4.123@ix.netcom.com> --------Beginning TPA09-B of A/B/C------------ Scott was in position near where the sail halyard passed through the top pulley. He signaled Jerry, who let out on the forward sheet. At the same instant that the halyard went slack he slipped the line off of the pulley wheel and the halyard jammed in the block. The sudden shift in trim upset the balance and the Cutlass lurched to starboard. This in turn spilled the wind from the other sails, and the two sailors found themselves in each others arms skidding across the deck. "What the hell was that?" The man who should have been tending the helm screamed. "Don't know but the QM is gonna be pissed." ------------------------------ Moments before "The Incident", as the event was soon to become known, Captain Frank had been alone with the cook's boy. In fact Frank had been playing with the lad for almost a quarter hour. The boy was certainly as ready as he would ever be. The youth was naked of course, and on all fours. The Captain had also shed his clothing, and then prepared the boy for an easy entry. The invading organ settled itself over the sphincter and began to push gently inward, rubbing at the opening. He pressed forward, then backed off, gently but insistently pushing a little deeper with each motion. He felt the muscles yielding in response to his hot poker. The "Target" had been lubed. The shaft had been in position. The tip was already being grasped by the sphincter. The entry was to be gentle. A little vacillating; back and forth. However, it was at that precise moment that the forward sail had lost her trim, and the Cutlass lurched to starboard. Her stern was being held by her anchor line. This caused the ship to fishtail. The Captain, and the boy flew across the tiny cabin, landing face down. The shaft, which had already begun its entry was flung all the way in, in a single, almost violent, push. The boy, who was hardly a virgin, had not been prepared for such an assault. As he landed on the floor, the Captain directly on top of him, shaft now buried to the hilt, his eyes went wide, and a large "O" formed upon his lips. After the shock and momentary pain, his lower regions now felt full, and ready. The hot cock-head slid easily back and forth in the depths of his bowels. He felt it moving up and down. Frank's hands worked themselves around in front of the boy and began to tug gently at his nipples. The boy's cock jerked upward in response to the tit-play. The sailor who had been at the helm was attempting to lower the forward sail, but the violent whipping of the canvas had wedged the rope hard between the pulley wheel and its block. Frank had withdrawn, just the head of his pego was nudged against the waiting hole. The boy again felt a firm shove, and his ass surrendered. Again the ship lurched, but this time to port. The boy felt the invading dick-head slip past his lost defense and plow itself deeper inside his body. His balls lurched in synchronism, and he felt a large drop of pre-cum well up and spill out of his own dick, dripping in a long, clear string to the bare deck. Then the Captain began driving in and out of his ass, forcing the boy's body to rock slightly with the motion, his balls banging against both of the boy's ass cheeks. The boy moved forward from the thrusting dick. The thumping of his nuts against the wooden deck only served to increase his stiffness. He found his body responding again to the sensations which were generated inside of him. He began pushing back as the Captain's pego pressed forward. His balls were getting rhythmically thumped, and his cock was wagging proudly in front of him as it continued leaking the clear fluid. Small droplets, suspended at equal distances on the stringy fluid, stretched to the floor. His dick throbbed, and his balls were beginning to ache. He couldn't stop the motion even though his dick and balls continued to bang against the wood. He tried to stifle the groan escaping his lungs, but couldn't; and Frank just pushed that much harder as he heard the youth's voice surrender to the pleasures of the flesh. Then the boy felt the warmth of skin as Frank's fist encircled his jangled balls and pulled them backward. They were quite sensitive now from their repeated thumping against the deck. The downward pressure now being applied caused his cock to twitch spasmodically. His nuts weren't being hurt, just placed under a slightly distressing pressure. He moaned softly as they were tugged gently, while feeling his pole slide and drool uncontrollably. Frank was nearing climax as he felt the boy's ass-muscles grip and relax on his dick as it rubbed back and forth over the bubbling prostate. The small gland was getting quite tenderized as the man-cock rode over it repeatedly. The boy's crotch had long since taken control of his movements. He reared back against a particularly hard thrust, clenching his muscles as the invading organ bottomed out. Then it was his turn to groan. Frank's voice raised in passion as an orgasm swept over him. The boy was furiously pounding his meat while his butt was being filled from the man's spewing cock; jet after jet of sticky white cum was flung up inside the youth. It was in this position that the two were engaged when Scott and Jerry entered the Captain's cabin. The boy's cock was ready to explode. Without even thinking about it, Jerry slid under them, capturing the volley that followed. The boy's pleasure was so intense that he did not realize it could not have been the captain's mouth that was servicing his needs. Scott looked on thinking back to that first time when Jerry had said, "Oh Gawd NO! You mean you think we are gonna have to live off o' that stuff. I'd rather eat pussy." Now there seemed to be little hesitation. Frank's blood was pounding in his ears as his shaft continued to pulse. Eventhough the climax was winding down, the pounding persisted. Then the sound of real hammering on the cabin door merged. "Captain! Frank, we need you on deck." The boy was still lying flat on the deck, his dark buttocks glistening with sweat and sperm as his seducer pulled on his trousers, replying, "What's happened?" The unbalanced sails had put the Cutlass into oscillation at the end of her anchor tether. As the wind continued to alternately spill and fill the ship rocked out of control. But, before the QM or the Captain could get on deck this movement had dampened. The sailor who had been at the helm was attempting to lower the forward sail, but the violent whipping of the canvas had wedged the rope hard between the pulley wheel and its block. The Quartermaster was the first officer on deck. The initial lurch had slingshoted him from his hammock. He had rushed down the passageway dressed only in his under shorts. His first orders were to the off duty sailor, "Get the Captain, and rouse the crew." The QM's experienced eye quickly assessed the situation. All of the canvas must be lowered if they were to prevent further damage. He shaped his hands around his mouth and shouted to the man at the top of the forward mast to cut the halyard. While his orders were being carried out he began loosening the aft sheets. Captain Frank rushed on deck, and up to the helm. He grasped the wheel, attempting to stop its wild gyrations. Other sailors emerged onto the deck. There was great commotion. Finally the event wound down. While the Bloody Cutlass was dangling from her anchor line -- her forward sail a tattered piece of canvas flung across her bow, and the rest of her sails laying in disarray across her decks -- there came a report from a look out: "Ahoy! Ship three points off our starboard bow." "Is she closing on us?" The wind carried the QM's question aloft. "No Sir. I don't think she's seen us." The man was wrong. The Seagull had seen the Cutlass long before the lookout had made his report. The prey would soon disappear over the horizon. The captain of both ships were silently relieved that there would be no confrontation. It took several hours for the pirates to get the lowered sails in order. The tattered forward sail would require an all-hands-effort for at least the next day before it could again be set on her mast. Captain Frank ordered the QM to set a small amount of sail, and raise the anchor. They would seek the shelter of the nearby island to their south. ----------------------------- Scott had ambivalent feelings towards the captain pirate who had robbed him of his family, his virginity, and indirectly his life. On the other hand Jerry's attitude was malevolent. Yet neither truly hated the scoundrel. The girl, more so than the boy ghost, recognized the spirit of adventure which drove the majority of these outlaws. Even though Scott realized what Captain Frank had robbed him of, the sensory aspect of his introduction to sex was always lurking in the recesses of his mind. When he recalled those early events, it always brought his pego to full mast. Both realized that regardless of what they did, world events would destroy the Bloody Cutlass. What ever pitiful play they might engage in would do little to delay the inevitable. By a stroke of luck, they had saved the Seagull from attack. They felt that they should confront the snake and pull its fangs. The ship had made its way into a small cove, and dropped its hook. They would remain there throughout the morrow and repair the sails. Captain Frank left the details of the short trip in the hands of the QM. Everyone was on deck when he closed the door to his cabin and undressed. He had had a long and trying day. That coupled with the his wild sexual escapade with the cook's boy had brought him to the point where the only thing he could think of was bed and sleep. Before hitting the sack, he took several long pulls on a bottle of rum, then washed it down with a tankard of warm ale. The alcohol hit him like a ton of bricks. He extinguished the lantern and laid upon his bed wearing only a flimsy pair of purple underpants. Their present course placed a quarter moon off the ships port beam, allowing a yellow light to create moving shadows as the vessel slipped through the ocean. He blinked at the image his mind had warned him must be an hallucination. The naked boy whom his eyes had lied to his brain about was none other than his English cabin boy. He blinked again, but this time the image he saw was the girl who had stolen the boy. Hair of the dog was the only solution. He raised himself from his bed, found the rum bottle and took another deep swig. The anesthesia had the appropriate effect. The hallucination disappeared into the cobwebs of his mind. He fell into a deep sleep. The two ghosts followed suite. "Capn! Capn!" The cook's boy had entered without knocking. Frank stirred as the sounds intruded upon his dreamless state. His head ached with a vengeance, warning him that he was treating his body shamelessly. He opened one eye, squinting at the brightly lit cabin of a new day. "Cook wants to know if ye want's some breakfast, and the QM needs to speak with ye. Want me to have him come in?" The pirate still was not fully awake. His hand reached beneath his purple underpants, and began scratching his pubes. The boy, remembering the thorough fucking he had received the day before looked askance thinking the man wanted to start his day with another ride. He turned and moved toward the door. "Naw, laddie, I think not on the breakfast. If ye got a bit a fruit, I'd like that. Ask Mr. Johnson to come in." The boy reached for the latch on the cabin door. Frank continued, "And as fer tother, we'll save the party 'til after dark." As the boy exited, the QM entered. "Captn' the crew asked me to talk to ya. They's not at all happy with what little booty we have to divide. No one thinks that abandoning the Cutlass is a bad idea, but they needs a stake." Frank looked questioningly at his second officer. "Most of the booty we have is not worth much; at least not to us. They's welcome to take as much of the grain, and booze as we got on board. As fer the valuables, we've got not morn a hundred quid per man." "That's why they wants to overtake the Swan Louie and take her two passengers for ransom. If the Louie takes the normal route she'll head west 'til she's at the southern tip of Florida, then change course and parallel the east coast all the way to the Carolinas. On the other hand, if we set our course to 300 we could reach those waters before she does. Then we board the Louie, take the passengers, scuttle the ship, and go on with our original plan." Frank's mind was still cloudy from his hangover. His head ached. His balls itched, and his bladder demanded immediate relief. "I'll have ta think about it. How's the repair work going on the sails?" "They's well underway. We could head north before noon if we's amind to." "Alright Mr. Johnson. Give me more details on what ye got planned." The QM put his butt down in a chair, with his boots on the bunk. "The original idea was that we would grab the Louie yesterday, scuttle her, and head for the Florida coast. We would put most of the crew, and our booty ashore, including yer self. Then I would put to sea, and put the Cutlass on the rocks. After we made it ashore, we would meet up with you, divvy up the booty, and then we'd each go our own way. The only thing different is that the intercept would be off of the Carolina's instead of these waters, and we'd need to make camp somewhere inland to hold the women while we sent a message demanding ransom. I hear's the Indians have been known to provide sanctuary if the price were right." "It sounds workable to me. Try ta get the ship underway as soon as possible. In the mean time I wants to think more about this. The most important thing, regardless of how poor or rich we is to be, is to allude the King's noose. They needs to think the Cutlass went down with all hands." Jerry and Scott looked at each other with raised eyebrows, then swiftly proceeded to the Seagull. If they acted quickly they could out fox the pirates, and still allow the saga of the Cutlass to reach that planned conclusion. It was not until after the two ghosts departed that Frank made his final decision. They would go with that plan, but would put their treasure ashore at the first opportunity just in case something went wrong. Jack was so happy to see Scotty that he threw his arms around him and kissed him in broad daylight, and in full view of the Captain and most of the crew. It would be necessary for both the Seagull and the Swan Louie to be active participants if they were to elude capture, and foil the pirates plans. Even though that goal was the stated one, there lay at the foundation of Jerry's decision to continue on to the Louie, her desire to enjoy the sweetness of Lucy. She materialized just inside of Julie's cabin. Being naked everytime she became visible was becoming a nuisance. She was out of direct view of the two occupants of the girls bed. Although it seemed unlikely that the pair would take note of even a band of Indians doing a war chant. The girl was on her back, legs wide apart. The bright red hair of her lover shown like a sunrise as his head was buried in her bosom. Jerry became invisible and moved into Lucy's cabin. The sounds of passion emanating from the other room had the girl in a turmoil. She pressed her pillow over her head. That only made it worse as her imagination took over and created more sensual sounds, crystallizing a fictional erotic picture of Julie and her lover. The girl ghost moved along side of Lucy and sat on the side of her bed and then became visible. As her form took shape her weight depressed the bedding. The scene took on reality. The girl peaked from under the pillow. Her mound had become moist. Momentarily she imagined that it must be the sailor, having satisfied Julie, who now sought to satisfy his own lust with her. The conjured spectacle repressed her good sense; subconsciously she wanted to be ravished. The view of Jerry sitting nakedly at her side, on her bed, and within her grasp satisfied nearly all of her anticipations. They kissed for a very long time before they allowed their concentration to shift to other parts of their bodies. Then, almost as if on cue, they both began to shift themselves, opening their legs to the other. Lucy's hand moved quickly down Jerry's body, lingering only for a moment to toy with her pubic hair before her fingers busily searched for and found the hardening clitoris. Jerry began pinching Lucy's nipples roughly, pulling at them with her small fingers, making Lucy moan in appreciation. She was content to leave her lover's moistening cunt unattended for the moment. Lucy continued her assault on Jerry's throbbing clit and lowered her head to the full and hard nippled breasts being thrust out to her. Jerry kissed the blonde head softly, moving her hand around to the back in order to play with her ass. She moaned as Lucy's talented lips, teeth and tongue began working on her long nipples. "Yes! I love that ... mmmmmm ... you know I love that so much!", she mewed. Her hips began rising and falling as she pushed her clit against Lucy's manipulating fingers. "You're so wet!", Lucy whispered hotly, as she spread open Jerry's pussy with her long fingers. "I love it when you're wet!" "I know! I know you love it ... make me wet ... I want to be wet for you." Lucy knew exactly how to work her lover to bring more and more of the pungent vaginal secretions to the surface, and did so purposely, knowing, just as Jerry did, that she would soon be sucking those very juices. Every contact their bodies made was electrifying now, but their thoughts were concentrated on just one thing ... Jerry's pussy juice. The ghost wanted to be as wet as possible when Lucy ate her. It was naughty for her to wish that, and she knew it. Naughty for her to want Lucy's mouth to be full of her cunt juice. Naughty for her to want so much for her secretions to be on Lucy's tongue and lips and, in fact, all over her face. Still, as much as her own naughtiness excited her, what really made her juices flow was the knowledge that Lucy's mind was just as firmly planted on those very same thoughts. There was a very hungry, extremely contented, sublimely happy, young woman working her way at that very moment to a spot between her legs where she would, for as long as she wished it, lick and suck and nibble at her clitoris and cunt lips. With knowledge comes freedom, and Jerry's knowledge of Lucy's naughty hungers allowed her the freedom to let her body movements and her words work together to inflame even further the desires that were already burning feverish within them. "Oh, Gawd ... so wet! ... so wet for you ... I want your mouth so much!" She pushed at Lucy with her free hand, almost shoving her off the bed, as she opened her legs even wider. Lucy slid quickly onto the floor, positioning herself on her knees in front of the spread-eagled ghost. Jerry grabbed her legs behind the knees and pulled them back, offering up her sex lewdly to the kneeling, turned-on girl whose nostrils were filling with the aroma of girl-fuck. Her face moved closer and closer to Jerry's wet and quivering cunt. She threw her head back, her hair tossing, and then raised it once more, staring into Lucy's eyes. There was a passion in her gaze that told more than words ever could. She was brazenly baring her naked sex hungrily offering a feast of her pussy. There was gratitude, commitment, overwhelming passion and shared excitement in her eyes as Lucy's tongue slid from between her lips and flicked at her clitoris, touching it. Jerry's eyes closed tightly and her head flew back once more. "YES!!! ... like that! Ohhhh ... Gawd!!!" She released her legs and pushed them straight up into the air, as her hands fell to her heaving breasts and began mauling them, her thumbs and fingers grabbing at her stiff nipples, tearing at them impatiently. "Ohhhmmmmph ... Ohhhmmmmph ... Ohhhhmmmmmmmphhh ...," Jerry moaned rhythmically as her orgasm began sweeping through her. Over and over. "Ohhhhmmmmp ... Ohhhhmmmmmph ... Ohhhhmmmmppp ..." It was a lewd sound ... a dirty sound ... it was the sound of a female in heat, a animalistic sound from deep within her, and it was a sound that was overheard in the adjacent cabin. The sailor raised his head, his ears as alert as those of a fox hound on a hunt. Julie giggled as she realized that Jerry must have returned. The seaman had presumed the other girl was alone. He was certain no one else on the ship could be with her, unless it were the Captain or the First mate. Even so that seemed unlikely, as the Captain had been on the bridge when he had surreptitiously entered Julie's cabin. Regardless of the reason, the passionate sounds echoed in his ears like the howl of a hungry wolf. His manhood was triggered as he slipped from the bed, and made his way to the water closet. He cracked open the door. He could see the two women as they lay naked. The older woman on the bed was a stranger to his eyes. Before he could deduce that that could not be possible, his rigid member slipped between the door and it's jam. Julie was directly behind him. She reached for the door handle and yanked it closed. "It's not nice to peek." The man howled from the pinching. The spied upon girls looked towards the source of the sounds, and then bounded for the door, pulling it open. Jerry glanced downward at the man. His penis was not erect so she presumed that he had not been watching them. Julie's hand found the instrusive organ and began massaging it. "Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt anything." Lucy spoke quietly to Julie. There was no passion in the room, and even though everyone was naked, Lucy suggested that they come into her cabin. ----------End of TPA09-B of A/B/C----------- -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /