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.