PIRATES' LAIR

BY ZOOCH

Jenny and Alison sang very well and were in the choir at church. Their mother always went to church with the two girls on Sundays as she always loved to hear her daughters sing. Jenny and Alison liked the church even though the vicar, a good friend of their mother’s, was a bit stodgy. His assistant, the curate, was fun though. The two sisters were keen to be in other church groups, they already went to Sunday school and now they were keen to join the Brownies which met at the church hall every Friday after school.

It wasn’t difficult for the vicar, the Very Reverend Collins, a thin, stern looking man in his fifties, to persuade their mother Jean to let Jenny and Alison join the Brownies. This also helped Jean who had a part time job and did not get home until seven o’clock each evening. Currently she had the girls go to her sister’s house after school from where she would pick them up. Furthermore, the vicar and the curate drove all the girls home in the church minibus after Brownie sessions to save the parents the job of collecting them.

Jenny and Alison walked briskly to the church hall the first Friday after they had enrolled, their long blonde tresses fluttering in the light breeze, they were very much alike, in fact they could be mistaken for twins were it not for the fact that Alison was a good few inches taller than Jenny. As usual, they were both dressed in their school uniform. This in the summer months was a green and white checked frock, with white socks and black shoes. Of course, underneath they were wearing white cotton vests and white cotton panties. They chatted eagerly about what Brownies would be like. Their mother had wanted to buy them each a Brownie uniform but Rev. Collins said not to worry and that it was all provided.

There were now eight girls in the Brownies including Jenny and Alison and Karen who was in fact a Girl Guide. Recently Rev. Collins had provided them all with their new Brownie outfits. These were short brown dresses of thin cotton and a yellow jumper. There was also a pair of black plimsolls, white socks and a pair of white cotton panties. They had to put on this Brownie outfit when they first came in at the back of the church hall where there was a changing area and pegs on which to hang hats and coats. All of the girls changed together. They noticed that Rev. Collins was always around watching them and some of the girls felt a bit embarrassed and shy at having to change in front of a man, even if he was a vicar.

Brownies was in fact taken by Mr. Watkins, the curate, a portly gentleman somewhere in his thirties, he never told anyone his exact age. In reality the proper Brownies only lasted for half an hour. During this time the girls did the usual Brownie stuff that they could tell their parents and teachers about. Mr. Watkins took the “drab half-hour” as he called it, and during this time Rev. Collins would have a girl in his office for reading practice. The girls would take turns at this, each girl having to go on a different week. She would go into the study and then sit on Rev. Collins’ lap and read from the chosen book, it was a different book each time but they all had rude stories and pictures in them. After the story the girls would have to answer questions on it and write down the answers in an exercise book that Rev. Collins kept locked up in a cupboard in his office.

The names and dates for girls’ reading practice were pinned up on the wall of the church hall. Alison was picked out for this a few weeks after their first session. She was quite nervous about this; she had sneaked a look in his study on several occasions on their first evening. Rev. Collins had a black leather chair and a nearly empty desk, while on a shelf in the cupboard nearby, which just happened to be open, she noticed some girlie magazines and a large candle and a bottle of baby oil. Alison had asked one of the older girls about this, big blonde Karen, a happy large framed girl with long black hair and twinkling blue eyes, the only one of the girls who was developing any bust a all and quite easily the most mature girl amongst them. Karen laughed when Alison shyly mentioned the sessions in Rev. Collins study and Karen told Alison not to worry, all Rev. Collins did was slide his hand up your dress while you read a rude story to him, and after the first session he would usually put his hand in your knickers as well. Karen thought Rev. Collins was rather dull.

Alison’s view of this was a mixture of relief and anxiety. She was relieved that nothing worse would happen to her, she could cope with having a man feel up inside her knickers. In fact, their next door neighbour, Mr. Green, had had his hand up inside her knickers on a couple of occasions and it hadn’t been too bad. She did try to keep out of his way though, just in case he got more frisky ideas and wanted to do something more, which she felt was a distinct possibility if he got her alone. No, what she was really anxious about was her younger sister Jenny. She felt very protective towards her and thought that they may have to quit Brownies altogether in order to save Jenny’s modesty. This would also be a bit hard to explain to Mum and Dad since they had both been so keen to join in the first place.

She finally broached the subject with Jenny one night when they were both in their bedroom getting ready for bed.

“Oh, cool!” had been Jenny’s reaction, “so the other girls weren’t telling fibs, he really is a pervert! I’ll take off my knickers first and give him a shock!”

“Oh really”, thought Alison, “the depravity of the younger generation these days!” But inwardly she was in fact quite pleased. Not only did it show that her younger sister was a lot more sassy than she had given her credit for, but it also meant that they could both continue to be Brownies which they both enjoyed, especially the naughty bits with Mr. Watkins.

In fact both girls now realized that each Brownie session followed a set routine. Most weeks after Brownies had been started for half an hour, Rev. Collins would join them after finishing his reading session. This would be for the part where the girls did gym practice for which they had to change into white cotton vests and navy blue cotton gym knickers, all under the watchful gaze of Rev. Collins who always seemed to be about at the right time. Or the wrong time, depending on which point of view you saw it from. Rev. Collins would then usually depart for his own solitary pleasures.

The girls would get out the mats and form two teams for games organized by Mr. Watkins. There was tag and skipping and headstands and handstands. There was lots of stretching. There was usually a tug of war.

After thirty minutes of such games Mr. Watkins would organize some wrestling. The girls enjoyed the wrestling. There were several variations. To start, girls would wrestle in pairs. Then in teams. Mr. Watkin’s dressed in only his shorts would join one of the teams. It would take three girls to hold down Mr. Watkins, so Mr. Watkins would often make a team by himself and take on the other two girls’ teams. It was not unknown for a girl to have her knickers pulled down during some of the frolics, but the girls didn’t seem to mind, and because it was fun they actually enjoyed it. They never seemed to mind if Mr. Watkin’s hand accidentally brushed up against their fanny. They also made quite a lot of noise; if they had been quieter they might have heard Rev. Collins come back into the church hall one particular evening. He came perhaps at an unfortunate moment when two of the girls in the heat of the moment had got their knickers pulled right down around their ankles. Rev. Collins was clearly shocked and at the same time clearly fascinated. The girls, up until then perfectly at ease with their partial nudity, were all of a sudden terribly embarrassed.

“I need to see you at the end of the evening,” was all Rev. Collins eventually said to Mr. Watkins before departing, somewhat red in the face.

The ensuing meeting between them was somewhat briefer than Mr. Watkins had anticipated and was simply a warning. He wasn’t sure if Rev. Collins was saying “be careful or we might get into trouble,” or “be careful or you will get yourself into trouble.” Anyway, it was a light reprimand, the pot calling the kettle black, as it were, and as such Mr. Watkins saw no reason to curtail any of his somewhat enjoyable practices.

The next week Mr. Watkins invented the game of “Pirates”. Girls would be sailors and have treasure, silver coins, hidden down their navy blue knickers. The girls would have to run, one by one, across the church hall. Mr. Watkins, the pirate, would try to catch them. This quickly became a wild free for all. The girls who were caught and robbed would become part of the robber pirate band. They would try to steal the treasure from the other girls. Most girls ended up losing their knickers. One game, when there were six sailors, in knickers, and only two pirate girls, without, the sailor gang challenged the pirates and ended up winning. In a tussle where Mr. Watkins was pinned on the ground, one of the girls pulled down Mr. Watkins shorts. Wow! his cock was on display. Mr. Watkins pinned under five girls couldn’t do anything about it. Not that he seemed to mind. So the game just carried on. Mr. Watkins lost his shorts completely as one of the older girls, Julie, dared to take them off. Finally the bustle died down, Mr. Watkins, exhausted, was unable to move. He had one girl on each arm, and a girl on each leg, and big, blonde Karen, totally nude, was sitting on his face. Mr. Watkins’ cock was sticking straight up in the air. It looked big and red and stiff, much like the candle in Rev. Collins’ study. Soon several eager girlish hands had taken advantage of the exposed member, some of them showing an uncanny expertise in wanking it which would have made a casual observer wonder where they had learned such skills. Soon Mr. Watkins’ pent up spunk had found a somewhat forceful release and three girls retreated hastily to the washroom to clean up their sticky hands.

“Pirates’ Lair” was another of Mr. Watkins’ wild ideas. If caught, the sailor girl would be hauled back to the pirates’ lair, where after taking down her knickers Mr. Watkins would rob her of her treasure. In the pirates’ lair, in reality a rectangular hideaway formed by half a dozen vaulting horses arranged at the corner of the church hall, the sailor girl would be carefully and skillfully tied up by Mr. Watkins who brought in many lengths of multicoloured rope for exactly that purpose. The girl would always be tied with her hands together above her head and her legs stretched wide apart. Mr. Watkins would then tickle her making sure that the girl’s fanny got a fair share of the attention. Sometimes he would lick her and stick his tongue into strange places. The girls loved that. Then Mr. Watkins would go after the next sailor girl. About half the girls were caught each game. Those who were not caught could keep the coins as pocket money. Those girls who were caught got sweets as compensation. The games got wilder and wilder. One Friday Karen was the first sailor to be caught and dragged back to the pirates’ lair. The girls giggled as they saw her navy blue knickers get thrown over the walls of the lair and heard her mock screams as Mr. Watkins got busy tying her up. But on this particular occasion Mr. Watkins didn’t spring out as quickly as he usually did looking for other sailor girls. Alison’s mock screams ceased and it was all a bit quiet. Some of the girls wanted to go closer and find out what was happening. Others thought it was a trap and that soon he would spring out and they would be caught.

Eventually curiosity won and the girls did all venture closer. Alison was the first to peer over the top of the lair. She was flabbergasted by what she saw. She didn’t know whether to tell the other girls to come and look or to try to send them away. Soon all the girls were looking anyway. What they saw was a very well tied and bound Karen, her legs spread-eagled, and a totally naked Mr. Watkins on top of her bobbing slowly up and down. Karen was very red In the face and moaning softly.

“Is he hurting her?“ asked Lorraine, one of the youngest girls.

“No, silly, he’s fucking her,” answered Jenny. Alison felt her ears beginning to go red with embarrassment at the remark of her rude little sister.

“Just watch,” continued Jenny, “very soon she’ll have a climax and so will Mr. Watkins.”

She was of course totally correct. And all the girls were watching transfixed. Mr. Watkins however seemed in no hurry at all to climax and while Karen did indeed have a very noisy and satisfying climax herself, it wasn’t until a good ten or so minutes later. Mr. Watkins continued slowly fucking her and a couple of minutes later she had another really big orgasm, pulling very tight against the ropes this time as her body convulsed and this seemed to excite her even more. This time Mr. Watkins climaxed as well withdrawing his big swollen cock from her tight pussy and showering her naked belly and little titties with spunk. The two of them collapsed together in a heap. All the girls cheered.

But not everyone was happy.

“That is the absolute limit!” exploded Rev. Collins. Everyone turned to look at him, no one having heard him creep up on the proceedings.

“Far beyond the absolute limit in fact,” bellowed Rev. Collins. He was very red in the face and he seemed to be having a climax of a different sort. “This is the very last Brownie session ever. Otherwise we are all going to get arrested and thrown into jail.”

However, even though Rev. Collins was sincere whilst speaking, it turned out to be far from the very last Brownie session.