I was browsing my homepage this morning and saw a prompt about a pirate kidnapping a princess and it brought this memory to mind and a little tingle between my legs.
When I was a teen my grandparents’ house had a back porch with wooden railings that, as a child, I would imagine to be a ship. Their big back yard was divided into two with thick, tall bushes separating the back part from the front with just a narrow opening with a steel frame where they had hung a swing when us grandchildren were young. Unless you were directly behind that gateway, in the bottom section you could not be seen from the upper part or from the house.
At the very bottom in one corner my grandpa had built a small shed where he stored his lawnmower and other gardening tools. In the other corner he had a greenhouse where he had grown flowers and vegetables off season. When I was a teenager I would still play that I was on a ship but my games developed into me being captured from it by pirates and locked in the shed.
One, summer when I was home from college, I was over at their house. MY grandpa had passed away a couple of years previously and my grandma was busy doing something in the house. I was sitting out on the porch reading a book and remembered my childhood games. I thought about the rough pirates kidnapping me and dragging me to the shed and I walked down there. It was beginning to show signs of neglect and the greenhouse was even worse with a few broken windows. I stepped into the shed, closed the door and looked around. It was just the same as it had been years ago. The bundle of garden canes was still leaning against the wall next to the lawnmower.
My fantasy had now become very sexual. The pirates forced me to strip naked. I pulled my sundress over my head and hung it over the lawnmower handle. It had a rouched elasticated top so my little boobs didn’t need a bra. I stood there in just my panties and sandals feeling a familiar itch between my legs. They made me take my panties off and then they forced me to run all the way across the grass to the greenhouse and back again to the shed. I ran into the shed, panting from having run as fast as I could and slammed the door shut feeling a rush of exhilaration from being so daring and so slutty. I picked up one of the garden canes and swished it through that air, imagining it was the pirate captain doing it, striking fear into my heart over what it would feel like to be caned with it. My pussy was dripping wet now.
They made me lie over that pile of scratchy sacks, naked with my bottom in the air and my virgin pussy with its little tuft of hair exposed between my open legs. I imagined the pirates spanking me as I put both hands under me and furiously masturbated imagining the pain. I felt the rough sacks on my body and against my nipples. It didn’t long to reach a massive orgasm and I had to press my mouth into my shoulder to muffle the screams When I finally finished and lay there a little while to catch my breath. When I stood up to get dressed again my nipples were red and sore from rubbing on the rough sackcloth and my tummy was covered in tiny red lines which itched for the rest of the day as a reminder of how I had violated my grandpa’s space.
My grandma passed away a couple of years ago and the big house was sold a long time ago. I wonder though if the current owners of the house would let me visit some time. Maybe I would bring my husband to play the role of the pirate captain.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10cugr4/f_how_my_childhood_pirates_game_turned_in_college