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by Janine Ashbless
It’s time for Group Sex!
Yes, I’m going to kick off a dirty story, and I want you to join in. Yes YOU – there at the back – I can see you trying to hide. Add a paragraph or two in the comments and you can come back later to see where other people have taken it. If we’re really lucky we might actually get to a happy (or at least sexually satisfactory) ending.
Fine literature is not required. Filthy fun is what is wanted. You can join in as many times as you like.
The setting is Port Royal in Jamaica , in a prison full of captured pirates. Our heroine Meg has bribed the warder to let her see her pirate lover Richard one last time before he swings on the gallows tomorrow. Don’t worry too much about historical accuracy – I myself know nothing more about the period than I’ve picked up from Pirates of the Caribbean. Erastes and Madelynne will just have to take me outside later and give me a good spanking for being cavalier with history…
xxx
Janine
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The heavy door creaked open to reveal a cellar strewn with filthy straw. One side of the room was divided by iron grilles into cages, each of which held one or more men. As Meg stepped down into the chamber a rat ran across her feet with a squeak - and then the room exploded with grunts and oaths and whoops as the prisoners realised that it was a woman walking down the other side of the bars from them: a woman with a pert face and a tight bodice from which two pillowy breasts bulged.
Meg ignored the racket, only wrinkling her nose a little as she paced down the corridor by the cages, swinging her hips to show her derision. The interstices between the bars were wide enough for the men to stick their arms through, but she was not foolish enough to step within reach of their hands. She reached the cell she was looking for; the one where Richard stood beneath the slit window, watching for her. He was on his own, she was relieved to see, and he lunged forward to the bars. His face was bruised and grimy with stubble, but she pressed herself against the iron grille to kiss him and he thrust his hands through to grab her round the waist. They gasped each other’s names.
Slowly the other men grew quiet, wanting to hear what was said. She kissed his battered lips until he groaned.
‘Meg! It’s my last night on this earth. For God’s sake…’ He looked down at the heave of her breasts and suddenly stooped to nuzzle them. ‘Give it to me one last time, lass.’
Over to you...
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The iron bars dug into her hips where she'd pressed instinctively towards him. Uncertainly, she glanced over her shoulder. The blackened faces, gap-toothed leers and bright eye-whites of the other prisoners stared hungrily back.
"In front of them? I can't!" she hissed.
Richard didn't smile to himself, he carried on kissing her, deep and hard. He would remember that fateful Thursday 3 weeks ago for many reasons. High on the list would be the fact it was the day he was captured and sent to gaol. Just above it, however, would be the miraculous afternoon and evening he'd spent with Meg. It had started in a hay rick, then under the sugar canes, but had ended in a tavern.
They'd gone for food and drink to let him recover. Meg was still very turned on, and had encouraged him, in seclusion of the snug to use his fingers on her pussy whilst waiting for his cock to recover. He'd been happy to oblige, but as she got more and more excited, and louder and louder she'd shed her inhibitions and ended up performing to the crowd that gathered at her cries of pleasure, and performing on him acts he'd never even heard of before.
Matching memory to action he held her close, pressing her harder against the bars with one hand as his other slipped around to cup her mound over her skirt, rubbing the cloth against her causing her to moan into his mouth as his tongue began thrusting in time to the rhythm of his hand.
Meg was vaguely aware of the groan that went through the room; a ripple of envious voices: Go on! People were climbing onto the bars on either side to get a better look. But mostly she was aware of the pressure of Richard's fngers, the hunger in his kiss, and the burst of wet heat in her pussy. His fingers burrowed deeper between her legs, pressing into her split, makeing her writhe. The cold metal barrier between them was cruelly frustrating. But then she'd never seen official barriers as a reason to give up before.
Pulling away from him for a moment she pushed a hand down into the deep cleft of her cleavage and scooped a breast out, first one and then the other, letting them jut over the lip of her bodice. Richard's eyes widened in delight. The prisoners cheered and howled.
Meg pressed her breasts to the bars that separated her from her doomed lover. Even in the fetid heat, the iron chilled her skin.
Cold of the grave, she thought. But her body didn't care about the future, the sorrow to come. To her breasts, the chill was just one more sensation. Her nipples crinkled and popped.
With a muffled groan, Richard sucked one into his hot mouth.
The other prisoners yelled their approval, and the sound went straight to Meg's cunny, as much as the feel of Richad suckling and biting her nipple did. The tiny part in her that still remembered being a respectable girl instead of a pirate's doxy still tried to deny her own desires, but damnation, she liked having an audience.
'Do you want to fuck my tits?' she asked.
His reply was muffled as he bent his head and sucked on her other nipple, forcing her even closer to the bars, the coldness of the metal a sharp contrast to the hot wet sucking sounds of his mouth working her aching flesh.
Cat calls and howls echoed around the cell hiding her cries of delight, making her even hotter, even needier, even more determined to give him the best fuck of his life.
She reached through the bars and stroked the bulge in his breeches
Her fingers roamed the length of his hardness from memory. Richards eyes closed against the onslaught of pleasure that ripped through him and he groaned her name. Her thighs quivered at that one syllable, spoken in gutteral tones.
His mouth moved eagerly to her other breast, sucking desperately at her taut nipple. With her free hand, she began to raise her skirts, revelling in the cat calls and whistles of the other inmates. Her laced boots came into focus, stopping just short of her knees.
"Come on lass, raise it higher. Show us some more skin." Brought up in her masters household, she always did what she was told. She gladly conceded, and the men were treated to a view of her creamy thighs, and the men twisted their heads for a glimpse of the curly thatch of hair that concealed her wet pussy.
Richard eagerly continued to suckle her breat, as his hands frantically tore at his pants.
He released his cock from its own prison and it leapt to freedom, standing stiffly from the folds of cloth. Meg reached through the bars, eager to grasp its familiar hardness.
She stroked his shaft with the skill of a courtesan and the familiarity of a lover.
"Slowly, my pet. Make it last," he groaned.
She did as she was bid, using her fingers to tease the head until it released a few drops of clear liquid.
The prisoners were wild, banging the bars with whatever they could lay their hands on that might make a din.
Surely the guards would catch her if she continued her lewd display and whorish actions. What was the punishment for such behaviour? Would the guards use her themselves, passing her from one to the next like a pie, each taking as much as his needs dictated and, once sated, carelessly tossing what was left to the next in line?
The idea made her cunny ache and her cheeks flush. It was awful to contemplate and yet...tremendously exciting.
Or perhaps the guards would distain her, tossing her into one of the more crowded cells, where the prisoners would devour her, fighting like dogs over carrion until there was nothing, nothing left of her but bone.
Again, the horror she felt at such a thought only encouraged her pulse to race and her cunny to ache.
What would become of her, once a decent girl but now the harlot of a condemned man?
Richard moaned, a sure sign his release was close. "I want you," he said.
"And I you. But how - I can't -"
"Turn around," he instructed her. "Bend as if to touch the tips of your boots and I shall take you though these bars of iron try to keep us apart."
The prisoners cheered as Meg turned, flipped her skirts up and pressed her round rear cheeks to the cold bars of Richard's cell.
Slowly she bent until she was grasping the ankles of her boots.
He took her by the hips and pushed his cock to her plump cunny, finding the slot and then the entrance and then sheathing himself in one glorious rush. She would have fallen forward if he hadn't been holding her. He groaned with satisfaction as he began to pump his cock inside her, his coat buttons banging against the prison bars.
Meg, stuffed to the brim, twisted her head to see the cells to either side. The men there had no kind sweetheart to offer them solace so they did it for themselves, cocks out in their fumbling hands, fists pumping as they watched Richard take what they wanted themselves. Dozens of pairs of eyes were fixed on the pale cheeks of her arse and the stiff prick ramming home between them. She felt them fucking her, all of them at once; their hunger, their desperation, and finally their release as they spurted their seed over their fingers and onto the straw.
She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the men watching her. She could feel their lust burning against her skin like a brand and the rush brought more heat burning inside her body. Struggling for balance, she released her right hand to reach up, cupping her breast and holding it out for her audience as Richard gripped her tighter. His cock, so thick and hard, pounded hard into her, his hips slapping against the iron as she felt the pleasure increasing with every movement. Her thumb teased her nipple, watching as a sigh rippled through the men watching and bringing a different type of ripple coursing through her body.
One of Richard’s hands released her hips and she flayed for a moment before clamping her hand on the bar behind her. It rang out, muted from the sounds of his hips and her cheeks slapping against the cool iron. His other hand held her tightly, fingers digging into the curve of her hip bone with desperate hunger, and he pounded harder. Her own knuckles turned white as she clutched the bars, then she felt his free hand grabbing her hair, running through the strands before gripping them tightly, holding her even harder against the bars as his shaft buried itself over and over again.
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