His legs were twisted around hers like a pretzel. Their arms pushed and pulled at each other, and their hands fondled various parts of each other’s bodies. Their mouths were locked together like a pair of suction cups.

Stan shoved his hips forward again, jamming his cock deeper into Kate’s pussy. They rolled to the edge of the bed, almost falling off. She was having an orgasm as he rolled on top of her and she rolled on top of him, then he rolled on top of her again. Finally, his cum gushed into her, and they stopped rolling. She started giggling.

"What?" Stan said.

"Nothing," she said, and began to giggle again. She had him locked between her legs and ground herself on his penis, which was still hard inside her.

"What?" He said, giggling with her.

She took a deep breath, but the thought only made her giggle more.

"I was just thinking about a fantasy I had," she said.

"About what?"

"About you."

"Really? Tell me about it."

She took a deep breath.

"Ok. I’m a prisoner on a pirate ship. The ship I was on has just been raided and they took me as one of the prizes before they burned the ship. I’m a princess from a distant country, and a virgin. I was travelling on the ship to a kingdom where I was going to marry the prince and bear his children, but the pirates changed that when they killed most of the men on the ship. I was the only girl."

She paused. He was pumping his hips slowly, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy.

"Don’t stop now," he said.

"Ok. I’m on the pirate ship for six days, tied to the mast on the deck. They have only given me bread and water, and I am desperately frightened."

"Are these pirates cannibals?"

"No, don’t be silly," she said with a playful slap. His cock felt good, and it was difficult to concentrate. She moved her pelvis with the same motion as his.

"Where do I come in?"

"On the seventh day, one week after I’m taken prisoner, the pirate captain, you, John The Black, is looking at me. The front of my dress has been torn down the front, my face is dirty from the smoke, and my hair hangs in front of my eyes. John The Black is a tall man, six and a half feet tall, and nobody who opposes him ever lives to tell about it. He was once a wealthy man who was crossed by his government and exiled. He led a mutiny on the ship that was carrying him away from his land, and when he took command, no one tried to stop him, at least, no one who lived. He wears a black leather coat over a striped shirt, black leather pants with black leather boots. His face, forearms, and the exposed part of his chest are covered with thick, black, curly hair, and he looks as mean as a pitbull that hasn’t been laid in a month."

Stan laughed.

"What happens?" he said.

"He unties me," she said.

"What?"

"All the other pirates on the deck are watching, but none of them dares to say anything to him, or it will cost them their lives. He