Liz gets distracted in another pursuit

And thus the game had it's goings on. 'Twould seem the lady of luck was fickle with her beginners boon, for the third balloon soared above the pirate's swinging pin and erupted its curling geyser on Liz's shoulder. The fourth preformed similarly except bursting on the pirates thigh and thereby its splash flung her skirt up for a beckoning half second. And the fifth burst heartily high on the pirate's coin decorated chest while she straightened her disheveled flag. It is worth noting that same pleasurable tremor the pirate had felt before likewise succeeded each watery buffet; as follows the pirate's gamely grunts rose high at their end with the twang of delight. Liz felt a tickle of embarrassment at her carnal response as far too many looked on for her to pleasure herself upon a chair.

A slight change of stratagem was in order. The pirate realised she was outmatched in both size of instrument and it would seem the skill to use it, as of the six that had been sent Brooke's way since the game's start five had been dissuaded from impacting her, with three such convinced to seek out Liz. Faced with this disparity the pirate chose to put her focus on dodging the projectiles rather than attempt the difficult prospect of deflecting them with her own limited pin.

Thus a modicum of success was reached. The rig-riding ruffian was able to tilt and slide atop her seat with enough nimble to dip from the path of the balloons sent to her by both the participating audience and her opponent. Yet this jigging was not without additional consequence, for the lithe lass's movement caused her pink pudding and quite erogenous surrounding area to slip, graze and rock against the firm yet smooth seat in an intimate dance of their own. Add to this (for both your pleasure and Liz's) that each balloon that managed to make her its mark unleashed a gentle rumble from below, and you'll see with your minds eye how our nearly-naked nerdowell let a string of pleasure tug at her gasps and grunts as she swung and dodged about.

The pirate's adornments, of their own volition, also readily incited an aura of desires. The sparse top jingled as titillating as the jiggling firmness beneath, yet readily under its own inertia. As such often a cross purpose of the coins and the bounty they were to cover led to the glimpse of an areola whilst they slithered across her nipples like the scales of a devilish snake. Gold beneath the pirates skirt similarly teased a conversation against her. That round of precious metal kissed frequently upen the tender northstar of her nether lips.

Such an outfit was a small measure embarrassing and would be a tomato helping more had she not a wonderful view to behold. The crowd taking turns to throw their jiggly projectiles was as mentioned dressed in an array of clothing each more unique than its neighbor's. All of which Liz happily ignored to gaze heartily upon her opponent's thin coverings and the exposé between. From the start, the sportswoman's twists and grunts tussled her garments showing her vigorous body like curtains flung to unobscure the dazzling midnight beyond. Moreover as the game sang on, and as the occasional water bomb surpassed her battery defense, her white clothing took on a sheerness, displaying a satisfying gander at her buff, including her dark brown nipples flanked by twin beads of gold jewellery. Even when the cloth doubled up in wrinkles, as is oft the case when it bears the clutches of water, the warm hew of her beautiful skin could be seen through; thus this bunching only served to expose more skin for air to tickle and eye to intercourse with.

It's no doubt obvious, yet still worth mentioning, that Liz had greater and greater difficulty playing as the lark went along. To add further as the wetness increased upon her a gentle mechanical tremoring occupied the time between each pulse that punctuated a hit, growing more persistent as points were scored upon her. With all these factors playing on her loins, Liz began to wonder why she wanted to dodge the balloons. Surely there impact brought more pleasure than playing the game properly. As follows, she the high-perched and water-smirched lass put considerably less effort in avoiding the oncoming splashes.

A trickle of pleasure curled up her body to marry the anticipation of what was to come, and who was to cum. Liz stil grunted and writhed atop her display, but made deliberately lacking attempts to dip for each tossed ball. Carnal needs now puppeteered her twists. Moans rose from her bosom after each balloon gushed upon her, and her whole body vibrated with perversion in the moments between. Towards the end, her breaths drew tattered gasps of air. She maintained only a hint of composure by strangling the urge to spur the crowd with rising affirmations as the delight approached. Her muscles tensed curling her body and turning her face towards the heavens. She knew that everneeded bloom was only a heartbeat away.

It began. With a surge of pleasure that was familiar and friendly, the climax cascaded thoroughly throughout the pirate. Next, tingles of delight reached her finger tips and curled her toes as she cheered Aphrodite. Then a feeling of weightlessness followed, that was quite real. For the pirate's seat had vanished leading Liz to dunk into the water beneath. The clear liquid sprayed high before sloshing back down. It was quite a shock indeed as the water radiated warmth as readily as a cat generates mice. But perhaps the cat metaphor would best be used on Liz who pulled herself up the transparent walls of her involuntary bath scowling and dripping, clothes (what little she had) and hair plastered like the fur of a wet feline. The echos of her ejaculation had been ruined by the startling wash.

At least the embarrassment and general rage at her situation provided some warmth. The pirate, reddened indeed, wondering how many saw through her pretense of wanting to avoid losing, and likewise many more would have seen beneath her skirt as the churning waters curled it up for several seconds.

The walls of her cylindrical aquarium were none to easy to climb. As it was, Liz squeakally managed to ascend them but landed in a heap and a huff on the other side. The Governess met her there, extending a delicate hand to the pirate and thereby helping her back to her feet. "Well played for a novice," she encouraged with an opalescent smile, "but why didn't thee use thine sidearm?"

A face of scrunched bewilder was Liz's only answer

"Did I not mention it would shoot a sizable splash of water?" prodded the matronly woman, matching a fair measure of Liz's confusion in her own cheerful manner.

"Nay, ye didn't," responded Liz her eyes transformed to dirks. The Governess had been as stingy with the recent games mechanics as a widow with mouths to feed. Such knowledge would have indeed been helpful, perhaps enough even to have Brooke wet and twisting about her perch until she plummeted into a gush of water. Wouldn't that have been a sight?

The Governess simply shrugged at her omission and took hold of Liz's hand to lead her away.

"Avast," asserted the pirate captain not yet done. Her frown remained as her grey rigging hoisted an idea within her head. "While in this green, ye mean to say I will always blast water from me flint lock?"

"No, my dear," The Governess correct face alight with a patient kindness, "when the next game is chosen by thee, thine ammunition will be adjusted accordingly. As I've stated, we've taken great effort to ensure that thine sidearm dispenses an appropriate effect no matter the situation."

That explanation proved adequate for Liz's stirred gut, and she sagely smiled upon hearing it. Then in keeping with the honor of her plundering profession, drew arm and shot The Governess square in the chest. As the benefice woman had clearly explained a jet of water was contained in the pistol and it through and through drenched the bodice. "Like that?" mused Liz now considering herself even for The Governess's failure to explain the rules of the game.

The Governess cocked an expression of encouragement that one would flash to a pet or protégé who was funnily foundering close to the desired task. "Nay, silly, thee should have targeted Brooke not me." She blossomed a warm smile at Liz, quite bemused by the pirate's clumsiness. Yet her grinning lips soon spread wide in shock, for the pirate's volley had added a weight upon her bosom that now yanked her bodice an indecent ways down. With manners ingrained, The Governess brought her hands up to cover her rudely agape mouth and gasped "goodness" with courtly high-pitched tones.

Thus it was the pirate's peepers were set upon by the full view of jiggling dairy. They were large when compared to The Governess's slender figure and quite round save for the nipples which stood perky and proud like the tips of strawberries poking out from such mouth watering cakes. The thought provoking view lasted many a merry second, before the exposed composed herself and returned the top of her dress to it's duties.

But fear not kind reader for the imprisonment of such natural treasures. Yes, the damp top did now cling so tight upon those globes that it was nearly transparent, yet it was not always enough to counter the new earthly love that had bestowed upon the garment. Frequently enough, the persistent call of gravity brought low the teat covering. Sometimes 'twas as total as mentioned above and others it only exposed those nubs of delectablity, yet each display was a treat to the eye for Liz and the crowd.

"And here's our destination," announced The Governess fixing her top for the tenth time. Her statement was quite correct as the pair stood aside the cloth closet that supernaturally seemed to contain all destinations inside. She placed a slender hand on this cabinet of confounding conjuration while the delicate index finger of her other contemplatively tapped her lip. "Many of the previously mentioned games are available," she relayed, "feel free to explore, now that thee has gotten thine feet, and quite a bit more, wet."

Liz nodded her agreement to the expression and thought upon her presented options.