Chapter 12

“Sorry, Lilith and I got a little ... distracted,” Stacey apologized for her absence now as they joined us in the side room.

“By which she means that we sucked some dick,” Vicky licked her lips and proudly showed me the cum on her tongue.

“Guilty as charged,” Stacey opened her mouth to display the load of spunk on hers.

“Salty or sweet?” I asked them.

“Mine was salty,” Vicky told me.

“Mine was sweet,” Stacey answered as they began sucking Wayne and Ronnie now.

“I think that’s forgivable, girls, though I will want to hear the story later,” Christy winked at the duo now.

Just then, Brett, Todd, and Jack all came inside the mysterious pirate lady, making her moan with real delight by now. If not quite at full orgasmic state yet, she definitely had mini-orgasms already, and when Christy swiped her tongue across the stranger’s tits, she screamed at last with her full-blown release. In the meantime, Tristan, Cameron, Shelby, Gita, Nikos, and Melissa all joined us and the three guys took my non-verbal commands to share the unknown lady buccaneer. The girls were all busy sucking cock and balls as well as licking tits and taint, but the three newest guys pumped furiously in and out of this lovely young woman at last.

The harder the trio humped the pirate queen with the eyepatch, the closer she got to another mini-climax at least, if not more. When I licked each of her buttocks while she got fucked, she squirmed and squirted all over each man inside her all over again. She seriously wasn’t ready for that kind of oral pleasure, but that was the whole point, wasn’t it, to surprise her? The fact that the other women kept sharing and swapping pricks to suck and lick didn’t exactly hurt our cause, did it?

The more that she thrashed, the greater the danger of being caught, but by now, that was such a turn-on that she came all over the guys again. They couldn’t hold back, even if it was advisable by this point. Tristan spilled his seed down her throat, while Cameron emptied his sack into her sloppy gash, and Nikos unloaded up her butthole. The mystery woman now had nine loads of spunk in her holes, three a piece. They oozed and leaked all over the place, but she wasn’t done until all of our guys enjoyed her, at least for this place.

When Stewart, Joey, and Brigham now added themselves to the equation, the pirate lady asked no questions, just pulled them toward her respective body cavities. She knew what she wanted, of course, namely their seed inside her as well. Far from resenting her current status as a cosplay cum dump, the stranger now worked her hips and jaws as hard as she could to drain every last man taking her at last. That was when Michelle entered the room and witnessed each man cumming inside the stranger, much to her utter astonishment.

Brigham’s half-sister now watched twelve loads leaking out of one woman’s holes, four per orifice, and she became very flustered right then. When the mystery pirate lady approached her and closed the distance for a kiss, all of us expected a slap across on at least one level, yet none materialized. Michelle Phillips, dressed in the traditional outfit of the Apache woman, found her mouth melting into the pirate girl’s as she accepted the Sapphic snowball.

“Well, whatever your sister may be, she’s not straight, Mr. Headsman,” I alluded to both the steamy lesbian tongue kiss and Brigham’s medieval costume.

“That’s a start, no doubt of that, right, Michelle?” Brigham finally spoke a real name, even as he took off his executioner’s black, eye-slitted mask.

“What ... is happening? Who are these people, Brigham? Why are you among them? What the hell is going on here... ?” Michelle demanded before he stopped her mouth with his own lips and tongue.

“You kissed me ... I’m your sister, and you kissed me! I’m engaged to Drew, you know,” Michelle protested.

Even so, she noticeably put her arms instinctively around his waist while the pirate queen kissed the back of her neck now. I then began carefully disrobing Michelle, not wishing to destroy her traditional Apache clothing, of course. She had every chance to fight me, but she kept kissing her own brother while the stranger licked and even nibbled her neck and shoulders. As the mystery pirate woman spread Michelle’s cheeks and went to town on her asshole now, I began kissing her arms, her side, and her thighs. I could smell her wetness, too, as she succumbed to the pleasures of the flesh.

“You want this, don’t you, in spite of your scruples, your hang-ups, your principles, your inhibitions, all of that claptrap? You want to simply embrace your desires, so do so. Don’t fight Nature, my dear. Just go with the flow. Don’t swim ... upstream,” I told her, even as the mysterious pirate girl pulled away and eased my cock into Michelle’s ass inch by inch.

What followed became almost a blur for a while, a haze for sure, as each man and woman in our group, including the pirate lady, enjoyed Michelle’s body thoroughly. We used cocks, balls, fingers, pussies, lips, tongues, everything. We lost all track of our time, and before we knew it, half the day was gone. We didn’t care, of course. Michelle was our final member, our last piece in the set, necessary to complete the ensemble. Her seduction was the culmination of all of our efforts, and boy did we reward her for her willing surrender to our lusts ... and her own.

“You’re not pure anymore, my dear. You’re not chaste. You’re not a virgin anymore at all. And that, my love, is the best thing that could ever happen to you. The demands and expectations of the past are done. You don’t have to sacrifice anything else to this false god of yours, this creation of an upstate New York swindler. You don’t have to worry about wards, bishops, secret rites, endowments, tithes, Temple weddings, and Temple recommends. You don’t have to concern yourself with excommunication anymore. You no longer care about that, do you?” I told Michelle as we got all dressed up again.