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This here be a Halloween story written by me and posted last Halloween
at Ruthie's Club. Arggghhh. This story is copyrighted by me and I'll
run through anyone who tries to plunder it. Yarrgghhh. If ye be likin
this story, drop me a line at shonrichardshsd@earthlink.net.
Buxom maidens are most appreciated.
"The Treasure of Wenches' Cleft"
By Shon Richards
Edited by Ruthie
"Relax, Hopkins, and have a beer," the sheriff said.
I took the beer without thinking. Before I opened it, I said, "Oh crap,
I'm only twenty. I can't have a beer."
The other men laughed. "Son, there's no law here tonight," Sheriff
Stevens said.
I opened the beer and took a deep drink. No one had offered any
explanations for what we were doing here and I was getting nervous. Mr.
Meyers and Mr. Wickman hadn't said a word to me Mr. O'Neil had just
said that it had something to do with my father. Now that dad had
passed away last year, Mr. O'Neil said I should come in his place.
What a place it was. We were hunched around a fire on the shore of
Wenches' Cleft. This small bay was named after a local legend about a
ship of barmaids that sunk during the revolutionary war. I was eighteen
before I realized it was more likely named after the shape of the land
and the water. On a map, this place looked downright vaginal. There
were no marinas, no houses, and not even a road to this beach. The town
fathers of New Daland had years ago outlawed any development and each
town council elected afterwards had agreed. This resulted in a
beautiful spot, but one that was deserted and creepy on a Halloween
night like tonight.
It didn't help that the cold Atlantic wind was blowing off the water
and threatening to extinguish the fire with every gust. The moon was a
bright harvest moon and the waves looked odd under the orange glow.
This far away from civilization, you could see all the stars in the sky
and they crowded the night so fully you almost expected one to fall
down for lack of room. All of this sounds picturesque reading it on a
page in a safe house but living it was disconcerting. I felt like I was
in one of my father's favorite movies.
I shook my head. I didn't like thinking about dad. He always resisted
my desire to leave this town. When I got out of High School, he got me
a good paying job doing errands for Mr. Wickman. He wouldn't even hear
of me going out of the county for a vacation. Now that he was gone I
had sold the house and packed the car. I planned to leave in the
morning and see what the rest of the world was like. I should have been
in bed sleeping but at Mr. O'Neil's request, I was freezing my ass off
on a log in the middle of the night.
"Your father was a good man," Mr. O'Neil said out of the blue. The
other men nodded in agreement. I said nothing. Dad was a good man, if a
little strange. He was New Daland's doctor but he also collected books,
movies and anything to do with the supernatural. By the time I was
twelve, I knew how to set a broken bone and the three ways to test for
poltergeists. Mom left us when I was ten and though she never wrote or
called, Dad never said a bad word about her. He was a good man.
"You said I needed to come in my father's place?" I asked.
The men looked at one another and finally, Mr. Wickman said, "All
right, all right, I'll tell the boy."
Mr. Wickman owned the only restaurant in New Daland. He was ancient,
easily over eighty. I'd only seen Mr. Wickman in his rocking chair back
in town and it was unsettling for me to see him sitting on a log. The
wind blew through his wispy, long white hair as he turned his excited
eyes to me.
"Years ago, when New Daland was first founded, the settlers here found
a hidden treasure," Mr. Wickman said. "The treasure came from a group
of pirates that used Wenches' Cleft as a port."
I started to laugh. "That's ridiculous. We're inside the Outer Banks.
They don't call this part of the coast the Graveyard of the Atlantic
for nothing. No pirates came up this far north. Blackbeard was the only
pirate cocky enough to try and they're still looking for his ship."
"Shut up, kid," Mr. Meyers said wearily. "Just shut up and listen. God
damn, you are your father's kid. I bet you'll keep talking when they-"
The sheriff's elbow silenced him before he could finish. Mr. O'Neil
chuckled but didn't add anything. Mr. Wickman took this opportunity to
keep talking.
"As I was saying boy, the founding fathers found a treasure. The thing
about this treasure is that there wasn't a lot to go around. So the
twelve men swore each other to secrecy. Only these twelve men were
allowed to enjoy the treasure and when they passed away, the secret of
the treasure would go on to their oldest sons. Over the years, some
families have died out and some have moved on to other towns. We five
are the only survivors of the original founding fathers."
"Treasure?" I said. "Dad never mentioned any treasure. In fact, we once
had to eat tuna casserole for two weeks when no one got sick that
spring. He certainly didn't leave me anything really valuable in his
will."
Mr. Wickman snorted. "It's not that kind of a treasure. This kind of
treasure can only be collected every ten years. Believe me, we've tried
to collect it sooner and one year, Bill camped here for six months and
never saw the treasure."
"Shut up, Olin," Mr. Meyers said. "Look, every Halloween you bring that
up like I don't feel stupid enough. It was after Sally divorced me. I
was desperate, okay?"
"Keep telling him the story," Mr. O'Neil interrupted. I noticed that he
looked out to the water while he spoke and it reminded me of when I
first sat down. I had tried to sit with my back to the wind coming from
the water and all four of the men had yelled at me to move.
"Why are we watching the water?" I asked.
"What your father should have told you is that the founding fathers
were visited by ghosts," Mr. Wickman said. I smiled and he scowled.
"I'm dead serious. One hundred and ninety years ago, the founding
fathers saw a ghost ship. Now this wasn't one of those sorry-ass
sightings you hear about nowadays. The ship didn't disappear and
reappear and it sure as Hell didn't make a sail into some mist and
vanish. No, this was a real honest-to-Christ ghost ship and it landed
here, right at this very spot."
"The founding fathers talked to these ghosts and found out they were
coming back in ten years. They also found out these ghosts were pirates
and that were loaded with treasure the fathers wanted. The pirates may
have been ghosts but their treasure was real. The pirates and the
founding fathers came to an understanding. The founding fathers agreed
to always greet them here, on Halloween night every ten years to make
the pirates' voyage a little less lonely."
I was openly laughing until all of the men scowled at me. "You're
serious?" I asked. "I mean, really. Ghost pirates? With real treasure?
Where do they get it from?"
"Told you he wouldn't believe us," Mr. Meyers grumbled. "His dad was
the same damn way. 'Pirates didn't have galleons, they used smaller
boats.' Or 'Why are their clothes so modern?'. Jesus Christ, the man
was always happy to take his share but he always debated them like he
could reason them out of existence!"
Sheriff Stevens stirred the fire. "Don't mind Bill," he said. "Your dad
was a smart man and some of his questions could get disturbing. It was
strange enough dealing with ghosts without someone pointing out how
impossible they were. I think your father suspected they might be
something else. It didn't stop him from fucking them though."
I nearly fell off my log. "What? He fucked the ghosts?"
"We all did," Mr. O'Neil said. "It's why they keep coming back. We're a
port of call for them."
"I... I... didn't know my dad was gay."
They all looked at me in stunned silence before breaking into laughter.
Even Mr. Meyers was laughing. Mr. Wickman was laughing so hard; I
thought his head was going to fall off. Sheriff Stevens recovered
first.
"Shit son, they ain't guy pirates," he said. "These are lady pirates."
"What? There's no such thing." The old men just kept laughing. "Really,
there is no such thing as women pirates. There were a few in the
Caribbean but they posed as men. There weren't enough female pirates to
even fill a ship."
"We know that," Mr. O'Neil said when he got hold of himself. "Your dad
and I did years of research. The ship the ghosts sail is all wrong. The
English they speak is anachronistic. Last time they visited, we noticed
one of them wearing a leather jacket. It doesn't make any sense of all,
but we do know one thing. Every ten years, on Halloween night, they
sail to Wenches' Cleft and have a party on the beach."
"You guys are putting me on for some reason," I said. "No disrespect,
but you guys are full of it."
"Then what's that, Mr. Know-It-All?" Mr. Meyers said. There was triumph
in his sarcasm.
I followed his pointing finger and saw it. It was a ship. It had a
white glow that was as bright as the moon and it gave me chills to see
it. The sails were full and headed straight for us. I watched it move
straight through a sandbar without pausing. It stopped about thirty
feet off shore and I saw people moving on the decks. The ship was
glowing white, but the people looked normal. We watched as they loaded
four glowing rowboats and rowed toward us.
"You can leave if you want," Mr. Wickman said. "No one's going to force
you."
I said nothing. I tried to imagine my father standing on this beach
while ghosts rowed toward him. Did he collect ghost stories because he
needed an answer to this weirdness or did he collect it to try to
repeat the strange feeling I was having. Although the glow of the
unnatural ship disturbed me, I found myself oddly elated. This was
exciting. Ten years was almost short enough to justify living in this
small town.
The pirates landed on the beach and disembarked. God, they were
beautiful. They were a mixture of races; white, black, and a few
Asians. All of them were as pale as their ship--as if they had never
felt the touch of the sun. They smiled at us with knowing, confident
smiles that were a little disturbing. They were hungry to see us.
Their clothes were a mix of colors and styles. Some wore bikini tops
while others wore ragged shirts that blew in the bay wind. A few wore
tight pants but most of them wore torn shorts, small bikini bottoms, or
worn dresses. The colors were bright and festive with the occasional
white skull and crossbones motif. They looked like their clothes came
from a pirate musical; not the rags worn by real pirates.
The pirates stayed by their boats while their leader came to us. She
had to be their leader. Tall and arrogant, she carried herself with a
regal demeanor that wasn't used to being denied. Her long red hair
flowed out from beneath a black scarf that covered her head. Gold hoops
hung from each ear and caught the moonlight. The black bikini she wore
had two white skulls on each breast. Other than leather boots and a
belt-scabbard, she wore no other clothing. Her sex was hairless and I
couldn't help following the lines of her powerful thighs to that bare
treasure.
"Greetings, Captain," Mr. Wickman said. "Congratulations on your
promotion. Our last meeting was with Captain Winter."
The redhead smiled. "She fell during the sacking of The Green City. I
am Captain Tempest. Are you ready to honor the pact we formed so many
moons ago?"
Mr. Wickman nodded. "Gladly. Did you bring the special ale?"
"Why, of course," Captain Tempest said. "We have sailed through many
oceans and I wouldn't want to exhaust you all in a single hour."
She waved to her women and they brought forth a curious keg. The barrel
glittered and made a metallic sound when they set it on the log we were
sitting on. Captain Tempest tapped the keg and poured a bubbling liquid
into a mug. She handed the mug to Mr. Wickman who drank it all in one
long tip of the cup. When he finished, the pale ladies actually
cheered.
"Cannon squad, here you go!" Captain Tempest yelled. A group of women
cheered again and dragged the happy Mr. Wickman away to molest him near
the rowboats. I didn't know what was stranger: seeing Mr. Wickman happy
or seeing a group of young women ripping off the old man's clothes in
frenzied lust.
One by the one the rest of my father's friends took a drink from the
mug. After each drink, another group of women would drag them away to
happily assault their bodies. When my turn came, I was surprised to
only see four women left with the Captain. I took the mug from the
Captain's hands and drank the fizzy liquor. It tasted like cherries and
garlic.
"As Captain, I claim the finest cut of the spoils and the largest
division," the redhead gloated. "I also claim first cut. Come here,
boy!"
I tried to object to being called a boy but there was no time. The
Captain pulled me to her and crushed my lips to hers. The boots made
her taller than me but it was still a bit embarrassing to be dipped and
kissed like a movie heroine. I couldn't say a word as her lips breached
mine and her tongue plundered my mouth. When she finally broke the
kiss, she dropped my breathless body to the sand.
"Take off your pants," the Captain commanded.
I tried to sit up but the heel of her boot pinned my chest to the sand.
She forced me to wriggle and shift my hips lewdly as I tried to remove
my pants. The other pirates laughed and then clapped as they saw my
erection spring from my underwear. My cheeks burned with humiliation as
Captain Tempest appraised me.
"My, my, your sword is indeed worthy of note," she said. "A little
thick for my taste but it'll help compensate some for your lack of
experience. Don't act so surprised. You kiss little better than a
virgin."
I was going to deny her but something told me she would know better.
She stood over my body and swayed her hips back and forth over me. Her
companions urged her to drop down and Captain Tempest enjoyed teasing
them as much as she enjoyed teasing me. She danced above me as light
from the fire flickered on her pale skin.
"Damnation, it has been too long," she said at last. The Captain fell
to her knees and made me cry out as her firm bottom landed on my cock.
I gripped the sand in my arousal, knowing somehow that actually
touching her would not be allowed.
Captain Tempest grabbed my cock. She slipped me inside her and my moan
was lost in the night wind. The Captain rode me with a vigorous need.
Back and forth she fucked me and her face transformed into a savage
grimace of desire. Her expressions frightened me and I could see her
swinging across a deck and dealing carnage to some victim's ship. I
don't know how my father could ever doubt that these ladies really were
pirates.
She fucked me. Her hands grabbed my shirt as if they were reins. The
redhead's thighs gripped my waist and the heat of her sex convinced me
they couldn't possibly be ghosts. No ghost could be that wet. No dead
woman could be that warm inside. No spectral entity could have breasts
jiggle so much within their tight bikini top.
"Yes!" Captain Tempest cried. She looked down at me and laughed
heartily as she brought herself to another orgasm and another and
another. I could only clench the sand as my cock came so achingly close
to its own ejaculation but strangely never did. I had never lasted this
long in my two previous experiences with sex and yet tonight I was
stuck on the edge of my orgasm.
After a long, sensuous ride, Captain Tempest finally stopped. The other
ladies were quiet as the redhead tried to catch her breath. I was only
interested in the rise and fall of her bosom.
"I'm done for now," the redhead said. "You can have your turn now."
Captain Tempest rose from my cock. What she said didn't even register
with me. I was so turned on from not climaxing; I wasn't able to think
straight. Only when I felt the grab of a dozen hands did I realize that
I was now at the mercy of the other pirates.
Two mouths fought for my mouth while hands and mouths roamed over the
rest of my body. I shared a kiss with a demanding black woman and a
hot-breathed blonde that left my lips tingling from the assault. A hand
cupped my balls while a mouth consumed my cock. I cried out from a
pinch of my nipples but the blonde bit my lower lip and choked my
cries.
The black woman pushed the blonde away and pressed me to her abundant
breasts. I took her nipple in my mouth as her breasts smothered me. The
blonde wouldn't be stopped. She nibbled on my neck, biting around the
base of my scalp as the black woman kept me pinned to her breasts.
Eventually the black woman pulled me away from her tits but only so she
could push me into the bosom of the blonde. The second set of breast
weren't as large as the black woman's, but I did my best to please the
blonde.
Back and forth I was traded between their breasts until one frustrated
pirate broke the chain. A pale brunette pulled me from their grips and
dragged me a couple of feet until we collapsed into the sand. The other
pirates laughed and didn't take her urgent desire personally. The
brunette lay on her back and pulled my cock to between her legs. Her
thighs wrapped around my waist and hooked under my butt. With my ass
exposed, the other ladies wasted no chance to give my buttocks a casual
slap with their hands.
The brunette said something I didn't understand. Her accent was
Germanic and very thick but I could understand her meaning easy enough.
I pushed into her and she rose to meet me. Our hips came together a
hundred times as we fucked in the sand. The other pirates sat and
watched us, touching themselves and each other. Even Captain Tempest
sat on the log and touched herself. Our eyes meet and the redhead's
hand moved faster between her legs.
The brunette groaned under me and her hands clawed my shirt. I fucked
her like her body demanded and yet I still did not climax. That didn't
stop her though. She buckled under me, smiling the entire time as her
eyes widened in pleasure. Some of the other ladies climaxed as well and
their moans echoed down the bay.
"I'll Share you with him, Kyoko," a tiny blonde announced. She grabbed
me by the hair and pulled me flat onto the sand and out of the
brunette's warm thighs.
"Good idea," an Asian beauty said. I was wearing a red skirt with a
white bodice that was indecently open to reveal her pale breasts. She
stood over my erection and lifted her skirt to reveal a lack of
underwear. Like her Captain had done before her, she impaled herself on
me and once again I trembled as we connected.
"Save your mouth," the blonde said. She kicked a tight pair of white
shorts off and sat on my face. Her sex pushed against my mouth and I
could smell the salt of the sea on her furry bush. The blonde's hands
gripped my hair and fucked my face without a concern for my ability to
breathe. To speed her along her climax, I opened my mouth and licked
for all I was worth. I sucked on her lips and my tongue pushed deep
into her, much to her delight. The tiny blonde's hips gyrated and
smeared her desire all over my face.
The other pirate ladies came back to my body and I could feel them
touching the two who were mauling me. Worse, I could hear them but I
couldn't see them because the tiny blonde's thigh encased my face. I
couldn't see who was sucking a breast so loudly. I couldn't tell who
had stuck their finger up the tiny blonde's anus, forcing the blonde to
squeeze tighter around my face. Someone took my hand and pushed it into
her sex, guiding my fingers into buried treasure. Someone else took my
other hand and pressed it to their breast and I squeezed the plump
flesh and tried to guess which of the beautiful ladies I was groping.
In this manner they traded me amongst themselves. The black woman
placed me in her ass and I fucked her till her cheeks clenched
thankfully around me. The blonde who bit me earlier made me go down on
her and she only climaxed when I bit down on her swollen clit. The pale
brunette pulled me onto her twice more, climaxing harder each time I
fucked her. The tiny blonde took my cock deep into her while the Asian
feed me her breasts. Captain Tempest took her turn again; this time
crushing my mouth to her ass while my fingers brought her off to a
thundering climax. No matter who I fucked or how many combinations we
played, I never climaxed.
"The moon is falling," Captain Tempest said. "It is time."
The pirate ladies groaned but in good cheer they flipped me onto my
back. Captain Tempest placed my head on her lap and pulled down the
cups of her bikini top. Her pale breasts were ripe above my mouth but I
lacked the strength to take one in my lips. She played lazily with my
hair as the other pirate ladies descended to my cock. I shuddered as
five mouths kissed and sucked on the skin of my cock. Captain tempest
gently held me down as I moaned and writhed.
"The ale allows for great endurance, but only for a few hours," Captain
Tempest said. Two sets of lips were on the tip of my cock and I could
feel their mouths bouncing my cock between them. Another mouth was on
my balls and two mouths were licking up and down the length of my
sensitive shaft.
"The final burst will be intense, but pleasurable," Captain Tempest.
"Listen."
The beach had become deathly quiet. Instead of the laughter and cheers
there was now just the sounds of dozens of mouths kissing and licking.
There was a pause in the air as the men of tonight's party waited for
their reward.
One mouth sucked all of my cock into her throat for a quick swallow.
Another mouth bit my thighs. Three mouths sucked on the base of my cock
while the tip bounced on someone's cheek. Captain Tempest stroked my
hair lovingly as my eyes clenched in pleasure.
"There he blows!" the Captain joked. My orgasm was amazing. Sensitized
for so many hours, I shook all over as I finally released the tension
that had been restrained for too long. My seed splashed on lips,
tongues, and cheeks, and seemed to explode for forever. The ladies
didn't even flinch though I heard giggles and laughter as they cleaned
me with their mouths. Then they cleaned each other with their mouths,
as I lay helpless on Captain Tempest's lap.
"You are young," she said. "Usually the men we meet are old, their
father's jealousy keeping us to themselves and passing the secret on
only when they pass away. Oh, there are the men we capture but they are
usually in shape to fuck once we have beaten them in battle. I'm half
tempted to take you with us as my cabin boy? How would you like that,
sailing with us on the Astral Main? There are ports you would never
believe and treasures you couldn't imagine. It's been decades since we
last had a cabin boy and I think you could warm my bed quite well."
Before I could answer, the other men approached us. Mr. O'Neil and
Sheriff Stevens were holding Mr. Wickman up between them. Mr. Meyers
was smiling for the first time since I've known him. He looked
relaxed."
"Captain, it has been a pleasure," Mr. Meyers said. "It'll be a long
ten years before you come back again."
He was right. I thought about the distant places she talked about. I
thought about sitting here like Meyers, waiting for ten years just to
be used again. I thought about my father and why he stayed in town and
kept me here too.
"Yes, I'll come," I told Captain Tempest.
The men tried to stop me, but it was useless. The swords the women
carried weren't just props. Sheriff Stevens tried to reason with me
until Mr. O'Neil pulled him away. I think he understood. I think they
all did.
They waved as Captain Tempest's women rowed me to the galleon.
The end.
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