Wooden Fate

“Alright, men, gather around,” Captain Longboard shouted as he climbed up on a table outside the captain’s quarters. He kicked a pile of maps to the side. “I have an announcement to make.”

The men, who were prepping the ship for their journey across the Atlantic ocean, stopped what they were doing, looked up at the Captain and then at each other. Some of them shuddered. The Captain’s thick, wooden dick was hanging out of the bottom of his shorts… again. 

The men hesitated to walk over to the Captain. They hated seeing his dick. It brought back memories of the unpleasant nights each one of them had been forced to spend with him. The Captain often grew lovesick for his wife while out at sea, and when he did, he demanded companionship from one of the men. If the chosen one refused, he had him thrown off the ship into the ocean.

When the men finally circled the Captain, he introduced his daughter, who was standing to the right of him. “This is Sandy. She will be joining us on our journey. I want you all to be on your best behavior.”

Sandy was a beautiful, young blonde with a radiant smile, and when the men took notice of her, they all perked up. Let’s just say the flags on the ship weren’t the only things at full staff.

“Woody,” the Captain called out to a scruffy, innocent-looking man in the crowd. “You are in charge of watching over Sandy. In the next couple days, you two will make sure the sleeping quarters are set up.” Jealous, the rest of the men groaned. “Now, get back to work, everyone,” the Captain commanded.

As the men scattered, Woody walked up to Sandy. “Hi,” he said bashfully. Sandy was the most stunning woman he had ever seen. He put his hands over the front of his pants in an effort to conceal his member.

“Hi,” Sandy blushed. Little did Woody know, Sandy felt the same way he did – He was the most handsome man she’s ever laid eyes on. Her groin throbbed.

Over the next couple days, Woody and Sandy did as they were told, prepping the sleeping quarters for the journey across the ocean. All the while, the sexual tension between the two grew, so much so both of them found it unbearable being in the same space as each other and often avoided it… until the third night out at sea, that is, when Sandy approached Woody, who was sitting out on the main deck stargazing. “Hi,” she said. 

Woody sat up abruptly, and without hesitation, he blurted, “Sandy, I can’t take it anymore. I have to have you.”

“I feel the same way,” Sandy responded. “But… but I have my dad’s genes.” She lifted her dress, revealing a smooth, wooden patch with a small hole in the middle. To her surprise, Woody was not frightened. Instead, he smiled.

“Baby, I too suffer the same fate,” he exclaimed, pulling down his pants to show Sandy his long, slender wooden shaft.

Sandy squealed and yanked Woody’s head toward hers, shoving her tongue down his throat. “Put it in me,” she hollered. Woody obeyed, and thrust his member in and out of her. Sandy moaned, “More, more! Give me more!”

Woody thrust harder and faster, and as he did, their private parts began to smoke. Before long, a fire broke out, but the two did not stop fucking. Instead, they proclaimed their love for each other.

“I love you!” Woody cried out.

“I love you too!” Sandy screeched, as the two of them became engulfed in flames.

The fire spread, and soon the whole ship blazed in the darkness of the night. Most of the men, who were down in the sleeping quarters, burned alive. The few who were awake jumped ship; however, they too perished, as nearby sharks caught a whiff, charged at them and ripped them to shreds.