It was on her sixth solo visit that things changed. The port was crowded with ships so the Bedeviled was anchored in the harbor. A boat from the ship ferried her out to meet with her new friends. When she got onto the deck, she was met with a shock. Half the men were only wearing scant loin cloths. And the other half was naked!
Not only that, but it was a scene of debauchery. Carla was standing and was sandwiched between two naked males. She could clearly see their cocks as the withdrew from her naked body, only to disappear again as the cock were plunged back into her. Oh my gosh, she thought. They are fucking her pussy and her ass! She felt her own pussy tingle as she watched the spectacle.
"Are you okay, Ma'am?" she heard. The Bosun was speaking to her.
"Oh, yes," she replied. She felt flustered and foolish.
"Good. You were not responding. I was afraid you were ill."
"No," she answered. "I am fine. I was just surprised by all of the nudity. And the sex."
The Bosun grinned. "Aye, Ma'am. I suppose it can be surprising the first time. We're a bit more causal when we aren't along side the pier."
"Yes, so I gather," she blushed.
"If you'll follow me, Ma'am, I'll lead you to the officers." The Bosun headed toward the door and Annabelle followed. She got her second shock as she entered the officer's quarters.
The first thing that she saw was a naked Rachel lounging back on a couch. Her legs were spread and her hands cradled her breasts, squeezing them and toying with the nipples. Between her legs knelt Abigail who was busy servicing her mistress with her tongue.
"Oh, my gosh!" exclaimed Annabelle.
"We should have warned you," said Robin as she stood up from the desk where she had been working. Robin was equally naked. "When we are anchored out, we don't have the same dress code."
"Yes," gasped Annabelle. "The Bosun just informed me." She looked around the room and saw Isabelle sitting at another desk and smiling at her. She was just as naked as the other three females in the room.
"We'll get dressed so you will be more comfortable," offered Robin.
"Oh, no," replied Annabelle quickly. "You don't have to do that for me. After all, this is your home. You should dress as you would without me being here."
"Well, what you see is what you get," smiled Robin. "This is how we dress when we are at home."
"Wow!" breathed Annabelle. Then she composed herself and spoke again. "What do the men think about this? I mean, it must be frustrating to them to see such beautiful bodies unveiled like this."
Robin smiled again. "I think they like it. I have not heard any complaints. And we do take care of them to prevent them from becoming frustrated."
"Wow!" was all that Annabelle could think to say.
"You are so cute," said Robin with a grin. Then she closed the distance between them and gave Annabelle a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
Annabelle instinctively hugged Robin back. But as soon as her hands came in contact with the naked flesh, she pulled them back as if she had just touched a hot pan. She blushed furiously.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," she stammered. "I shouldn't touch you like that."
"Nonsense," Robin responded. "I don't see why not. I touched you like that. Now give me a hug."
"But you're naked!" Annabelle blurted.
"Naked girls can't be hugged?"
"Oh." Annabelle's blush deepened. "I suppose they can. It just seems so naughty."
Robin giggled at that comment. She grasped Annabelle's arms and then wrapped them around her. This time, Annabelle did not pulled back when her hands came in contact with the naked flesh.
"We're pirates for godsakes," said Robin. "We're supposed to be naughty." Then she kissed Annabelle again, this time on the lips.
"Don't you ever feel like being naughty?" asked Robin after she broke the kiss. Annabelle felt light headed from the kiss and the feel of the smooth supple flesh beneath her palms. Her head felt like it was spinning from the multiple attacks to her sensibilities.
Just then, Rachel cried out from the orgasm that Abigail had just given her. Annabelle glanced over and saw Rachel's head thrown back and she saw the full breasts rising and falling rapidly from her excitement. Rachel's chest was flushed with arousal and her nipples were stiff. She had both hands on Abigail's head as she pressed the teenager's face against her sex.
Annabelle turned back to Robin, blushing furiously. "B..b...but I'm the m..m..mayor's wife. I'm not supposed to be naughty."
"Everyone should be allowed to be naughty once in awhile," smiled Robin. She reached up and unfastened the top button on Annabelle's blouse. When she did not hear a protest, she unfastened the next and then the next.
Isabelle got up from her desk and joined them. Working together, they had Annabelle naked in mere moments. Rachel let out another loud groan and the three standing women turned their head as Rachel's body shuddered from the orgasm. This time, she was pushing Abigail's head away from her crotch instead of pulling it toward her, trying to get the wiggling tongue away from her so she could recover.
Isabelle reached around Annabelle and slipped her hands beneath the guest's breasts. She lifted her hands, feeling the weight of the heavy orbs. "Glory be to the almighty for giving us these bountiful gifts."
Annabelle stiffened as she felt the hands claim her breasts. Then, she watched in shock as Robin lowered her head. She kissed the upper swells of one breast and then the other. She moved her head slightly lower and kissed each nipple before straightening up and kissing Annabelle on the lips.
"You are so beautiful," the captain said. "You are such a treasure."
Annabelle blushed. "I should not be doing this. It's not right."
Robin reached up and gripped each of the nipples, squeezing softly and rolling them back and forth. "What's not right about it? You are gorgeous. You are giving us a gift by letting us see your beauty. You are being very generous with us. That sounds right to me."
Then Robin turned her head. "Abigail, come here." Abigail still looked odd with her shorn head. Her hair had grown back about an inch at this point from her earlier punishment. But her hair was more like that of a boy now. To see her feminine body and full breasts coupled with the hairstyle that was boyish was to see an erotic contrast in images.
"Abigail," commanded Robin, "pleasure our guest."
Abigail quickly knelt in front of Annabelle who gasped when she realized what was about to happen. "Oh, no, I couldn't!"
"Sure you could," replied Isabelle who gave the plump breasts in her hands another squeeze.
"Oh really I couldn't," repeated Annabelle. "I have never been with another woman."
"Really!?!?!?!?" asked Robin incredulously. "Not even with your own slave?"
"Really," affirmed Annabelle. "We bought the girl for my husband's use. She has never touched me."
"Well, we'll have to remedy that," said Robin. "There's nothing finer than a soft velvety tongue caressing and probing your pussy. Abigail, begin!"
"Oh god!" groaned Annabelle. "This can't be happening."
Robin leaned down again and sucked one of the stiff nipples into her mouth just as Abigail's tongue made contact with the sweet pussy in front of her face. Annabelle immediately felt strange thrills rushing through her body. She was so aroused from all of the nudity and all of the touching that she climaxed almost immediately. Isabelle wrapped her arms around the woman and supported her as Annabelle's legs gave out. Abigail sat back on her heels and waited her next command.