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Speaker 1: erotic Adventure, Part one. This episode does contain graphic descriptions
Speaker 1: of oral sex, mutual masturbation, and sex on the beach.
Speaker 1: His world has cast him aside, alone and lost on
Speaker 1: a solitary island. But even then he does not yet
Speaker 1: know just how lost and alone he really is. When
Speaker 1: a freak storm offers him the opportunity of salvation, a
Speaker 1: lone woman to offer him safe passage, he has a
Speaker 1: brief moment of relief. But there's a complication. But isn't
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Speaker 1: as you enjoy tonight's show. The sky darkened as Captain
Speaker 1: William Blackheart stalked across the deck. The ship pitched furiously
Speaker 1: with the threat of the impending storm. The skies flashed
Speaker 1: with stabs of lightning, as if nature herself could sense
Speaker 1: the treason on Molly's revenge. The face of his crew
Speaker 1: momentarily lit up and then sank back into the darkness.
Speaker 1: The shadows had engulfed the ship, embracing them once again.
Speaker 1: So say you all, William crowd, his words punctuated by
Speaker 1: a clap of thunder. Ay The first mate, Jackson, replied,
Speaker 1: those that voted against were cast adrift. William glared into
Speaker 1: the darkness as he snarled, My wife's treasure is safe
Speaker 1: and hidden. It was not earned by any man on
Speaker 1: this ship. You have no title to it, And despite
Speaker 1: the force of his passion, he knew it was a
Speaker 1: lost cause. Greed had infected the crew since the rumor started,
Speaker 1: and a pirate ship is a tinder box in such moments.
Speaker 1: Somewhere in the shadows, there was a metallic ringing of
Speaker 1: a cutlass being drawn. If he didn't voluntarily leave the
Speaker 1: ship alive, they would ensure his corpse. Did so, be it,
Speaker 1: he said, walking to the port side of the ship.
Speaker 1: Somewhere in the darkness below, a boat was still tethered
Speaker 1: to the ship. He would climb down the rigging that
Speaker 1: adorned the side of the Molly's Revenge, climb into the boat,
Speaker 1: and face his fate at the mercy of the sea
Speaker 1: and storm. His hand gripped the sudden rope as he
Speaker 1: climbed over the edge. Turning, he cursed, this ship is
Speaker 1: infected with greed. You will kill each other and feast
Speaker 1: on your seamate's carcasses before you find another coin of gold.
Speaker 1: With that, he descended the rigging, clinging to the side
Speaker 1: of the ship that had served him so loyally. As
Speaker 1: he reached the boat, hearing it move on the vicious tide,
Speaker 1: he fancied he heard the ship's sigh, as if she
Speaker 1: was losing a long time lover. Severing the rope, the
Speaker 1: storm veiled his boat. He knew it was pointless trying
Speaker 1: to row in such a tempest. He could only hope
Speaker 1: and pray to a god he had denied so many
Speaker 1: years before for his salvation. The sounds of the cheering
Speaker 1: crew diminished as the tide carried that Molly's revenge. Before
Speaker 1: the storm the William black Heart. The spray whipped his
Speaker 1: face and stung his vision, the sound of the thunder
Speaker 1: insuring his repeated curses could only be heard within his
Speaker 1: own mind. Catherine looked over the horizon at the storm
Speaker 1: in the distance. Lightning stabbed randomly at the sea. Dark
Speaker 1: clouds rolled over the sky. She had only come out
Speaker 1: from Port Talbot for a relaxed afternoon of sailing, some
Speaker 1: time to herself. There was definitely no storm forecast, but
Speaker 1: she knew better than to debate the accuracy of weather
Speaker 1: forecasts at moments like this. According to the charts, there
Speaker 1: was a small island within a safe sailing distance. She
Speaker 1: would just have to haul up there until the storm passed,
Speaker 1: and then she could return home and have a nice
Speaker 1: hot shower. The rain began lashing her yacht as she
Speaker 1: turned across the storm front, daring the weather to race
Speaker 1: her to the island. Fortunately, her time as captain of
Speaker 1: the college yochting team made her a formidable opponent, as
Speaker 1: she managed to find an inlet to anchor the yacht
Speaker 1: before the storm hit ground, Deciding it was safer to
Speaker 1: weather the storm here within her yacht. She went below
Speaker 1: deck and shut the hatch, securing it. Huddled in her cabin,
Speaker 1: she listened to the howls of the storm raging side.
Speaker 1: Reaching for a bottle of whiskey, she poured herself a
Speaker 1: generous measure before downing it in one Deciding she might
Speaker 1: need a little assistance to get any sleep on such
Speaker 1: a wild night, she poured another, and then another, and
Speaker 1: then another. The morning sun strewned viciously through the portholes,
Speaker 1: his offensive rays burning through Catherine's eyelids, forcing her to waken.
Speaker 1: The sound of bird's song invaded her sanctuary, echoing inside
Speaker 1: her head like a heavy metal band at the apex
Speaker 1: of their encore, every sensation extra regret at consuming so
Speaker 1: much whiskey so quickly, Catherine staggered upright, sliding the hatch open.
Speaker 1: She winced at the attack of sunlight. She focused to
Speaker 1: try and maintain her back. Once the caress of the
Speaker 1: cool morning breeze rushed over her face, refreshing her better
Speaker 1: than any shower, but she needed more. She was still
Speaker 1: too hungover to make an attempt to sail back to Porttalbert,
Speaker 1: Yet looking over the brilliant white sands of the beach
Speaker 1: around the inlet. She climbed down from her boat, Her
Speaker 1: stomach growned angrily, reminding her she hadn't eaten since yesterday lunch.
Speaker 1: Hoping an early morning walk might shake away the cobwebs,
Speaker 1: she headed towards the woods to edge the beach. Struggling
Speaker 1: through the undergrowth, she managed to find some berries that
Speaker 1: she tasted cautiously, the first taste not leaving any bitterness.
Speaker 1: She tried to satisfy her hunger by consuming as many
Speaker 1: as she could manage. Just beyond the berry bushes, a
Speaker 1: pool of water glistened in the sunlight, little shards of
Speaker 1: light and dancing across its gentle tidal movement. Catherine looked
Speaker 1: around or out of habit than expecting to see anyone,
Speaker 1: before undressing and stepping into the cold water. Shivering at
Speaker 1: its cold caress, goosebumps peppered her skin. She whimpered gently
Speaker 1: as the water moved around her thighs and climbed higher,
Speaker 1: the chill in the water creating a tingle through her nerves,
Speaker 1: slowly pushing the hangover out of every cell, dropping her
Speaker 1: head below the surface of the water, shaking free of
Speaker 1: the last of whiskeys. After effects, She eventually returned to
Speaker 1: the banking, collected her clothes, and set out back to
Speaker 1: her yacht, desperate to turned to her poor talbot and
Speaker 1: a breakfast that at least involved bacon and eggs. The
Speaker 1: sand gripped at her wet feet as she approached the yacht,
Speaker 1: the sun's caress drying her wet body admirably. A bearded
Speaker 1: face suddenly appeared next to the stern of the yacht,
Speaker 1: glaring at her suspiciously while his hand caressed the white
Speaker 1: aft in a strangely sensuous manner. A yes, sireh, mistress,
Speaker 1: he called out, his eyes dancing over her naked body,
Speaker 1: and suddenly aware of her exposed form, Catherine pulled her
Speaker 1: clothes tightly across her breast, the wild fire of a
Speaker 1: blush spreading from her to toe. Who are you keep
Speaker 1: your hands off my yacht? Catherine responded, realizing how silly
Speaker 1: it sounded the moment the words left her lipps. It's you,
Speaker 1: he said, his mouth dropping open, shot dripping from every pore.
Speaker 1: But it can't be I boo, he stuttered. Are you serious? Man?
Speaker 1: Have you got sunstroke? Catherine inquired, sternly. Sorry, I'm Captain
Speaker 1: William Blackhart, at your service, mistress. My crew cut me
Speaker 1: adrift in the storm last night, shaking his head as
Speaker 1: if we're removing some hated thought. When his eyes opened again,
Speaker 1: they seemed to burn right through her clothes as he spoke, well,
Speaker 1: Captain Blackhart, get away from my yacht, she said, hoping
Speaker 1: to at least appear authoritative. I need to board her
Speaker 1: and dress. His gaze rose, a look of horror moved
Speaker 1: his face. You're a woman. You can't be dressed on
Speaker 1: a ship, mistress, she laughed in reply, her sounds becoming
Speaker 1: strangled as she realized he was being absolutely serious. And
Speaker 1: why not, may I ask? She eventually asked, Because you're
Speaker 1: a woman, and it would offend the sea if you
Speaker 1: board the ship dressed, mistress, he said, his face contorted
Speaker 1: with shock. William took a step around the yacht. His
Speaker 1: state of clothing was little better than Catherine's. She repressed
Speaker 1: a gasp as her eyes drifted over the plane of
Speaker 1: his stomach and fixed on the large erection that stood
Speaker 1: proud in the morning sun. Moving between her and the yacht,
Speaker 1: he blocked her path as she stepped closer to her vessel,
Speaker 1: Eventually they were defiantly face to face. She could feel
Speaker 1: the heat of his breath. It was so close. Let
Speaker 1: me get on my yacht and get dressed, she repeated sternly.
Speaker 1: Suddenly he grabbed her wrist. Please, mistress, it's the death
Speaker 1: of us, both of you. Do bought her naked and
Speaker 1: stay as God intended, but please do not dress. His
Speaker 1: eyes glowed with an inner heat. Catherine twisted her wrists,
Speaker 1: trying to release herself from his grasp, trying to ignore
Speaker 1: that damn direction that teased at her stomach. Her grip
Speaker 1: loosened on her clothes, and they fell into a pile
Speaker 1: on the white sand, completely exposing her. She could feel
Speaker 1: the heat of his body pressing over her skin. Damn,
Speaker 1: she could smell her own arousal over the coarse fragrance
Speaker 1: of the sea. Feeling vulnerable, her gaze held his. Something
Speaker 1: approximating a mutual understanding passed between them. His head pressed
Speaker 1: against her neck, kissing her passionately. The stubble around his
Speaker 1: beard dragged across her skin. His hand dropped between her
Speaker 1: thighs and rubbed her wet folds. There was no denying
Speaker 1: her arousal. Something about being caught naked alone on the
Speaker 1: beach by a pirate incensed something in Catherine she didn't
Speaker 1: know existed. She shook her head, pushing William away. What
Speaker 1: you doing? What am I doing? She said, glaring at him. What, mistress,
Speaker 1: what distresses you? William said, his face a veil of
Speaker 1: genuine surprise. And who speaks like that? Have you been
Speaker 1: reading too much? Jane Austen, she said, confused. His brows furrowed,
Speaker 1: his face straining with the suggestion of an idea reading
Speaker 1: Jane Austen, he asked, You can read, she asked, suddenly curious, No, Mistress,
Speaker 1: I went to see when I was still young, and
Speaker 1: have been there ever since. Curiosity turned to a glimmer
Speaker 1: of understanding, albeit a very illogical deduction, and Catherine asked,
Speaker 1: what year did you first put to sea? Every word
Speaker 1: drawn out, wary she might not like the answer, seventeen
Speaker 1: hundred and twenty one. William replied, in such a matter
Speaker 1: of fact way, as if it could never be wrong. Right.
Speaker 1: Catherine responded, accepting his answer as a truth, even if
Speaker 1: she couldn't comprehend how it could be. Ignoring his erection,
Speaker 1: we still tormented her body. Catherine studied the naked man
Speaker 1: in front of her, his body a patchwork of scars,
Speaker 1: his skin a patchwork of tribal artwork, which she suspected
Speaker 1: was original and not contrived to some Britique tattoosalon. He
Speaker 1: truly looked like a man who had weathered all the
Speaker 1: storms of the Seven Seas and lived to tell the
Speaker 1: Tell you were a pirate, she asked, hoping not to offend. Yes, Mistress,
Speaker 1: I am, he said, his chest pressing out as he
Speaker 1: filled with pride, trying to absorb everything. Catherine could feel
Speaker 1: her mind reeling in confusion. Ever since being a little girl,
Speaker 1: she had loved the sea. She had read every book
Speaker 1: she could on pirates. There was just something so dangerously
Speaker 1: romantic and sexy about them. And the truth was, her
Speaker 1: pussy had known William Blackhart was a pirate long before
Speaker 1: he had told her it. Positively burned with desire, he
Speaker 1: took another step forward, his hand rising quickly to grasp
Speaker 1: the back of her neck again, his erection pressed unforgivingly
Speaker 1: against her mound. Her treacherous pussy responded with need. Damn
Speaker 1: it was already clutching like a kraken's beak. You, mistress,
Speaker 1: are definitely a siren. Feel how hard you make my
Speaker 1: body with just your presence, he growled. There was no
Speaker 1: doubt how firm his erection was. Catherine was more than
Speaker 1: aware of it, burning against her skin, and even more
Speaker 1: aware of her body's reaction. Without thinking, she could feel
Speaker 1: her fingers stretching around his girth, trying to feel as
Speaker 1: if it was real and this wasn't just an erotic
Speaker 1: dream caused by the veil of whiskey. He throbbed in
Speaker 1: her hand, his body tense to at touch, his rough
Speaker 1: fingers pushing between her thighs. Feeling the swollen lips of
Speaker 1: her pussy, he rubbed it firmly, his abrasive skin sending
Speaker 1: pulses of delicious pain through every nerve. She groaned as
Speaker 1: her lips stretched around his fingers as they invaded deep
Speaker 1: inside her pussy. Turning her, she suddenly felt her yacht
Speaker 1: pressing at her back. His gaze held hers before his
Speaker 1: mouth secured onto her neck, his cracked lips teasing that
Speaker 1: soft skin, his teeth biting at her, pushing his fingers deeper,
Speaker 1: his thrusting motion lifting Catherine onto the tips of her toes,
Speaker 1: with every movement, kissing over the curves of her breast,
Speaker 1: viciously biting at her reck nipples. William let his fingers
Speaker 1: fall away from her pussy as he fell to his knees,
Speaker 1: pushing her thighs apart, the vicious sting of his beard
Speaker 1: pressing against a soft flesh of her legs as his
Speaker 1: tongue wickedly explored her sex. There was nothing gentle about
Speaker 1: this man's seduction. It was purely animalistic. He fed upon
Speaker 1: her sex, gorged upon it, not as a man trying
Speaker 1: to deduce his mate, but like a beast starved of
Speaker 1: his favorite food. The heat of his breath burned against
Speaker 1: her to match the growing ache in her pussy. Leaning
Speaker 1: back against her boat, Catherine lifted one leg over his
Speaker 1: shoulder and then the other, rubbing her throbbing pussy over
Speaker 1: his beard, the sensation electrifying every cell in her. Tightening
Speaker 1: her thighs, she forced his head hard against her, her pussy,
Speaker 1: welcoming the broad strokes of his invasive tongue fuck. She
Speaker 1: could feel her col clutching with the need she hadn't
Speaker 1: experienced before, hungrily grasping for his tongue as it pushed
Speaker 1: inside her. Her body tensed, waiting for the impending explosion
Speaker 1: alone on the island, and she felt completely free, completely uninhibited,
Speaker 1: Growling at his vicious caress. She held her breath for
Speaker 1: a brief moment before her augasm ignighted through every cell
Speaker 1: of her body. Lowering her legs gently, she stood shakily
Speaker 1: for a moment before William stood back up, his cock
Speaker 1: seeming even harder from tasting her pleasure. Catherine pushed her
Speaker 1: arms around him before turning him and pressing him against
Speaker 1: the boat and grasping his pulsing shafts. She sank to
Speaker 1: her knees, her lips voraciously consuming his length, her tongue
Speaker 1: circling him as he started thrusting his hips, pressing into
Speaker 1: the back of her throat. She had given blow jobs before,
Speaker 1: but she had never been as hungry for a cock
Speaker 1: in her mouth as she was right now. She could
Speaker 1: feel her gag reflex as he filled her throat, but
Speaker 1: swallowed it back, pushing her mouth along his length, every inch,
Speaker 1: throbbing with carnal delight, every movement of her lips mirrored
Speaker 1: by her pussy, her previous orgasm not releasing its grip
Speaker 1: as she pushed her head with frantic desire. As the
Speaker 1: sensations grew between her thighs. The first drops of his
Speaker 1: precomb caressed her tongue. Reluctantly, Catherine released him from her mouth. Standing,
Speaker 1: she grasped his erection and guided it towards her wanton pussy.
Speaker 1: William turned her again, pressing her back against the boat,
Speaker 1: his fingers digging into her ass As he lifted her.
Speaker 1: Catherine wrapped her legs around his waist as a tip
Speaker 1: of his cock pressed between her folds, stretching her lips
Speaker 1: to the edge of pain. Before he started thrusting, each
Speaker 1: and every movement punctuated with a hungry growl. Catherine clung
Speaker 1: along to him, her arms wrapped around his neck as
Speaker 1: the relentless force of his cock pressed deeper and deeper
Speaker 1: inside her. The motion of gravity pressed him even further
Speaker 1: as she slid up and down the side of her yacht.
Speaker 1: William responded by pounding even harder. A desperation filled his body.
Speaker 1: The sensation of the boat rocking from the force of
Speaker 1: his thrust just accentuated the pleasure moving through her. Moaning rapidly,
Speaker 1: she pushed back against him, willing him to fill her
Speaker 1: to the very end. The searing heat of his orgasm
Speaker 1: punished the walls of her pussy, forcing an avalanche of
Speaker 1: pleasure to resonate through every cell while his cock post
Speaker 1: warm streams of his satisfaction. He continued to thrust relentlessly deep.
Speaker 1: Hard pounds of his cock perpetuated Catherine's orgasm, her screams
Speaker 1: of pleasure becoming louder and louder, transforming into growls as
Speaker 1: her satisfaction pummeled every inch of her body. What's the
Speaker 1: last drops of his orgasm filled her pussy. His movement slowed,
Speaker 1: a still trembling cock dropping from between her swollen folds,
Speaker 1: Catherine lowered her legs to the ground, her knees buckling.
Speaker 1: Clinging on to him, they both fell into the soft sand.
Speaker 1: Catherine giggled like a schoolgirl as a ways of afterglow
Speaker 1: moved up and down her body, wondering in the privacy
Speaker 1: of her own mind what her reserved friends would make
Speaker 1: for at this moment if they could see her. Eventually,
Speaker 1: she did manage to say so, real life, pirate. A
Speaker 1: hint of disbelief still danced in her words. Yes, these
Speaker 1: past thirty years, mistress, he replied quietly. Mentally, She did
Speaker 1: the math, consoling herself that she had always liked older men.
Speaker 1: So where's your ship? She said, wishing she could take
Speaker 1: the question back as soon as the last word left
Speaker 1: her lips. My crew, mutinied, the treacherous dogs, he said.
Speaker 1: Catherine could feel every muscle in his body tense in
Speaker 1: anger and just at the thought. But once I get
Speaker 1: to Port Talbot and see the Governor, he will give
Speaker 1: me a ship and crew to hunt them down, and
Speaker 1: I'll know each and every one of them to the
Speaker 1: mass for taking my money from me. Catherine stared at
Speaker 1: the clear blue sky above her, pondering how to handle
Speaker 1: the next stage of their conversation. This was definitely going away.
Speaker 1: She had no ability to handle. What year do you
Speaker 1: think it is, she asked, quietly, preparing herself for the
Speaker 1: appending storm, seventeen fifty nine, Mistress, he said, without a
Speaker 1: hint of doubt. Well, it's a bit further on than that,
Speaker 1: she said, gently, unsure how we would react to what
Speaker 1: she was about to tell him. It's twenty twenty two,
Speaker 1: she whispered, tensing herself for his reaction. A sea gull
Speaker 1: screamed overhead, but apart from that and the gentle sound
Speaker 1: of the tide, laughing at the beach, there was only
Speaker 1: tranquil silence. If anything, William's body seemed to relax a
Speaker 1: little as he processed the information. So the sea carried
Speaker 1: me away from those dogs. Truly it bless me, he said, reverently. Yes,
Speaker 1: she replied, unable to grasp his logic, but grateful that
Speaker 1: he hadn't responded angrily. I can get you to Port Talbert,
Speaker 1: she ventured, and maybe we can find you some clothes
Speaker 1: as a start. Yes, he said, simply, his mind obviously elsewhere.
Speaker 1: Come on, let's get on board, she said, cheerfully, her
Speaker 1: hands spanking the hard muscle of his chest. Standing, Catherine
Speaker 1: picked up her strewn clothes from the beach and started dressing.
Speaker 1: William just looked at her, the veil of horror, returning,
Speaker 1: A woman can't be on a ship dressed, mistress, his
Speaker 1: voice stressed with concern. Women made their peace with the
Speaker 1: sea many years ago, she said, smiling, She doesn't mind
Speaker 1: women being dressed on the ships now. Suspiciously, William watched her,
Speaker 1: his expression obviously doubtful. Ignoring him, Catherine dressed and climbed
Speaker 1: a border yacht. William winced as he watched her, looking
Speaker 1: out to see, as if expecting her tempt to rise
Speaker 1: any second. When nothing happened, his shoulders slumped in what
Speaker 1: seemed to be disappointment. Standing he walked to the side
Speaker 1: of the yacht, eyeing the ship, eventually climbing on board
Speaker 1: and standing unsteadily as if expecting it to sink without warning.
Speaker 1: Surveying the deck, he eventually said quietly, I've never captained
Speaker 1: a ship like this. Mistress. Oh it's okay, I'll sell her.
Speaker 1: You just follow my command, Catherine said, without thinking, even
Speaker 1: without turning to face him, she could feel the horror
Speaker 1: emanating from his body. Desperate to get home and enjoy
Speaker 1: a decent breakfast to satisfy the hunger which had now
Speaker 1: grown tenfold in her stomach, she ventured, well, I am
Speaker 1: a siren. We know all about the sea, and waited
Speaker 1: his response. Strangely, he seemed calmed by that thought, but
Speaker 1: it appeared that something he knew, even if it was bad,
Speaker 1: was better than a whole bunch of stuff he couldn't grasp,
Speaker 1: she mused as she raised the anchor, the tide slowly
Speaker 1: carrying them out to sea and toward Port Talbot, toward home.
Speaker 1: She wasn't sure how She was going to explain how
Speaker 1: much Port Dolbert had changed in all those years, but
Speaker 1: that was a problem to be dealt with once they
Speaker 1: had feasted on bacon and eggs. So next week, the
Speaker 1: next part of our time traveling pyrit erotic fantasy. What
Speaker 1: will happen when they get to Port Dolbert. How will
Speaker 1: William cope with their modern times? Will they be able
Speaker 1: to find him some clothing? Will they find bacon and eggs? Well,
Speaker 1: you'll have to just tune in next week to find out.
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