Chapter 3

Mrs. Mason, it turned out, was just as easy to seduce as her daughter. After a few good sessions while she was drunk, she slowly started to realise what was going on. One night she pretended to be blotto and when he entered her, she squeezed his arms, which surprised the hell out of him.

“Mrs. Mason?”

“H-how long?”

“A few weeks,” he uttered as he started moving. “I couldn’t help it.”

“Why?” she rasped.

He paused his horizontal tango, “Your pussy was wet, open, and looked like it was in need.”

“It was,” she swallowed. “All you had to do was ask.”

“I did. I tried. But you were always pretty out of it,” he allowed. “Besides, I also love your daughter and I didn’t want to ruin being with her if you had a problem.”

James heard a creak from behind him as his dick filled Maria’s mother.

He turned to see Maria herself standing in the doorway of the room. He smiled at her; she frowned in confusion as she said, “You love me?”

He nodded and started back to work on Maria’s mom.

“I thought you were only just...”

“No,” he acknowledged while stroking in and out of Mrs. M. “Anne is not my wife, despite what we tell everyone. Her sister is my wife. It’s just easier for everyone to assume she is.”

“Why?”

“I’m traveling with and fucking an unmarried woman,” he groaned as Mama Mason’s cunt rippled around him. “That will raise a few eyebrows. No one here, other than we travellers, knows I’m married to Anne’s sister. Our village knows, of course. Here, though, it’s much easier to keep up the pretence.”

She nodded, “Makes sense.”

His thrusting increased. Mrs. Mason began moaning, and James reached up to tear open her top, revealing her fleshy tits. He took one in hand and got to work on her nipple. That sent her over the top and her pulsing pussy pulled the cum out of James. When he was done, he rested by her side and looked over at Maria.

“We’ve got a lot of planning to do,” James said. “When we return to England, I fully expect you to be with child. You won’t be staying here.”

“Where then?”

Anne walked in just in time to hear the last bit of the conversation, with Claire following suit.

“My place,” Anne answered the question as she stepped up to Maria, making the latter jump. She placed her hand on Maria’s shoulder and squeezed it. “He has unusual taste in women.”

“Does that include you?” Maria asked with eyes that danced with humour.

“Yes,” she chortled. “I am unusual.”

“You are very modern, Anne,” James said interrupting her. “Which is why I love you.”

A blush rose from her neck to the roots of her scalp at his praise. “My love, I am in need again.”

He grinned, “Let me get my energy back.”

Over the next few nights, he managed to rack up quite a winning streak at the card table, until eventually Wilson had to owe him one. In exchange for clearing the debt, James asked if his party of three could be taken to the Colonies.

“How do you know our destination?”

James smiled, “I make it my place to know things.” In truth, a few well-placed bribes had allowed him to gather this information. The plan to cross to the Colonies was why he had befriended Wilson in the first place.

When it was all agreed, James went back to the hotel, where he found all four women waiting for him in the lobby.

“Well?”

Heedless of the public setting, James reached over to Mrs. Mason, slid his hand over her breast and held it tight, toying with her nipple. She sighed and looked at him. He smiled and looked up at the stairs, receiving a nod in return.

The other three women followed the couple up to the room. Mrs. Mason didn’t hesitate once she was through the doorway. She immediately clambered onto the bed and removed her undergarments. James stripped rapidly and as soon as Mrs. Mason parted her legs, he slid into her wet channel. He groaned in pleasure, grabbed the sheets, and started thrusting.

When James was done, he rested while still inside her. The other three ladies had remained a silent audience, but finally, they could bear the suspense no longer.

“James? What is it?” Claire was the one who asked.

“We have a ship to the colonies,” he said to the room at large.

Claire smiled at the news, “Thank goodness. How did you arrange it?”

“Whist,” his muffled voice replied as he slid off the older woman and nuzzled her neck. It was late in the evening, so the others all took off their clothing. James took the opportunity to admire Anne’s large bust.

They all got into the bed and he cuddled up to Maria. The smaller woman sighed as he held her delightful tit, then James closed his eyes and slept.

The next few days were spent gathering what they needed for the journey. The captain had agreed to the three of them sharing one large room on board. It was designed specifically for guests. A bed that could accommodate the three was being made to fit efficiently into the space. James had spoken to the Captain in confidence and explained the situation. Wilson had agreed that it required caution and discretion on their part.

They met up at the ship the evening before the sail date.

James looked up at the towering masts of the behemoth and smiled. ‘The great ships of the British Royal Navy,’ he admired with approval in his voice. The gangplank was already in place and provisions were being brought on board. The boatswain saw them and ran off. Moments later the Captain appeared and, with a wave, bade them come aboard.

“Ahoy, Captain,” James said with a smile.

“Mr. Smith,” Wilson acknowledged as he walked down from the ship.

As originally planned, James, Anne, and Claire were to head to the Colonies. It was decided that Maria and Mrs Mason would travel to Anne’s property and live with James’ wife. It would give her some companionship and someone to gossip with. James knew the gossip would most likely be about James.

James shook the Captain’s hand.

“This is Anne, my wife.” Anne shook his hand and the Captain seemed slightly taken back by that, she did not curtsey and, indeed, even seemed manly in some aspects. He enjoyed her feminine aspects openly, because there was no hiding her bounty of breasts.

“And this lovely maiden?”

“Claire, my lover,” James said moving his arm around Claire’s waist. “She’s a talented healer.”

“And Anne, have you a vocation?”

“Ah, I’m more boisterous, I’m afraid. I love to fight and toil.”

“I give as good as I get,” Claire’s eyes danced.

The Captain laughed.

“I can see this is going to be an interesting trip,” he grinned. “Do you have any dunnage to bring aboard?”

“Yes,” James nodded. “Quite a bit, as you’ll see shortly.”

“It’s okay, she can take it,” The Captain nodded, meaning the ship.

They were taken onto the boat and shown to their quarters. Anne got the captain talking about the boat, its crew, and where to play a good game of whist. Of course, they wouldn’t be the only women on board. Some men had brought their wives to stay or visit the Colonies, so this wasn’t entirely unusual.

When they got to the room, James took it all in and nodded.

“What do you think?” the captain asked.

“I like it,” James nodded.

“Mr and Mrs Smith and Ms?”

“Randall,” Claire said. “Although I normally just take James’ name. It’s easier.”

He smiled. “Mr and Mrs Smith’s.”

The women chortled.

“I would be most delighted if you would join me for dinner this evening at six bells in the last dog watch.”

James stared.

“Uh, when would that be?”

“Ah, my apologies,” the Captain said. “I forget you are not seafaring folk.”

“No sir, but I’m a quick learner.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Anne nudged James and he grinned. “That would be six PM darling.”

“Quite right,” the Captain nodded, impressed at Anne’s knowledge.

He bid his farewell and the group started unpacking everything for the long voyage.

They got settled in. James read a book while the women did various tasks, Anne sat next to him, writing in her journal. He leaned over to read some of it; she smiled and showed him.

“Have you detailed everything?”

“Pretty much,” she shrugged.

He kissed her cheek and continued with his book.

Punctually at 6:00, there was a knock on the door and James opened it to find a Midshipman standing there.

“Andrews, isn’t it?”

“Aye, sir,” the young man nodded, clearly impressed. He escorted them to the Captain’s table for supper.

The dinner went well. The women were both charming and Claire recounted the story of how James rescued her. In fact, he was asked to give a demonstration of his knife throwing skills. He pulled one out of a scabbard, took aim, and threw it at the bulkhead, where it stuck resolutely. They all clapped their hands in appreciation and he bowed at the praise before retrieving it.

The next morning, they stood on the poopdeck as the ship made ready to leave port. The Captain nodded at his first Lieutenant, Stuarts, who stepped forward and in a loud voice, bellowed, “Heave away the capstan!”

The sails were eventually let down as the men all got to work. The morning wind made the sails billow outward with a rippling of the wind. James was impressed with how quickly the boat got moving.

James smiled.

He started to sing.

Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down! To me way-aye, blow the man down. Oh, Blow the man down, bullies, blow him right down! Give me some time to blow the man down!

As I was a-walking down Paradise Street, To me way-aye, blow the man down. A pretty young damsel I chanced for to meet. Give me some time to blow the man down!

At one point during the journey, a storm tossed the ship as though it were a child’s toy in a bathtub. The women handled it like old tars. It was James that felt rough; for hours he had his head over a bucket as his stomach emptied its contents into it, continuing long after there was nothing but bile.

‘God, why do people sail?’ he wondered.

As the weather ramped up, James lifted up from his bucket and heard a shout. He looked at Anne who also frowned and walked over to the door.

“Beat to Quarters,” he heard being shouted.

“Oh fuck,” James uttered.

Anne looked at him. “What?”

“We’re under attack.”

“Fuck indeed,” she grimaced.

Claire joined them as they made their way to the poopdeck. There, amongst the chaos, men ran around barking orders at each other.

“Captain, you lead an interesting life,” James said as they got to the deck.

“James, we seem to be having a small pirate problem.”

“Do tell?”

He handed James his telescoping eyepiece, already fully open, and pointed. James looked and had no trouble seeing a ship in the distance. He knew from his history lessons that the ship meant business. Its black flag was flapping in the wind.

“Not good,” he grimaced as he handed it to Anne. After she looked briefly, she handed it Claire, who then handed it to the Captain after confirming she could see the potential attackers.

“No sir, it is not, but fear not.” The Captain grinned, “Our ships travel in packs.”

Nevertheless, the pirate ship got close enough to do damage, despite the fact that they blasted the vessel almost non-stop. James had to admire their tenacity.

The pirates actually crashed against the frigate, broadside, despite the frigate being larger, heavier, and more armored. James walked over to one of the Lieutenants and grabbed his pistol. James looked at the Captain silently requesting permission to use it.

“James?”

“Smoke me a kipper, skipper. I’ll be back for breakfast.”

“What?”

James ran over to the railing and jumped up. His foot landed solidly on the wooden rail and he continued the momentum, landing on the main deck with a thud.

Many were too busy dodging cannon balls to pay him any attention. He ran over to the hook that was used to bring goods onto the ship. Grinning, put his foot into it. He yanked the rope holding it into place and shot heavenward when it released. He grabbed the shelf and pulled himself up. He had a clear view of the snipers. The pistol was useless with the boat rocking being amplified by the height of his perch. So he pulled out his sword and gingerly made his way across the beam. One of them saw him and raised his rifle.