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--------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-----------

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