Pirates
Copyright© 2025 by Thinking Horndog
Chapter 10
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10 - "What we've got here is something like an old pirate movie. There's a nice, fat Spanish galleon and an escort cruiser there. If we tangle with the cruiser, she'll fight – or run – or both – and we'll have trouble on our hands. Somebody will get hurt, or worse. The galleon is a different story. She can't fight and she can't run. All she can do is heave to, let us have what we want, and hope we keep her for a prize and not scuttle her." Only this pair were women, not ships...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Coercion Reluctant Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Interracial Black Male White Female Anal Sex Double Penetration Oral Sex Sex Toys BBW
Breakfast was calm and easy for the two couples. Rose, who had stripped the bedclothes off the couch while the other couple was in the shower, teased the other couple about the collection of puddles and stains they left, but it was good-natured. After the meal, the women made quick work of the cleanup while Alan put the couch back into its normal configuration. Then everyone settled in the living room, Rose draping herself across an armchair in Carl’s lap while Alan and Alison sat hip to hip, Alison holding Alan’s hand in her lap. Everyone pretended to watch television. The whole thing was meant as a cooling-off period, but results were mixed, at best.
“Do you plan to continue working?” Alan asked Alison.
“I guess.” ‘Not if I don’t have to!’
“Do you plan to go back to college?”
“I think I’d have to have a reason. Right now, I can’t think of one.” ‘Desperately seeking boyfriends didn’t work, after all... ‘
“Do you have any idea what you want to do?”
“Yeah. College really isn’t required for some things.” ‘ ... Like being a housewife and mother!’ “Why do you ask?”
“I’m trying to figure out if we’re headed in the same direction – or can be.”
“Why?”
“I’m approaching the end of high school. You know where I’m headed. Up to now, I’ve been in lock step with others in my class, but we’re going to be headed in all kinds of different directions. It’s caused me to start seriously thinking about such things. If we’re not headed the same way, and we can’t change things so we are, we’re doomed. All we can do is hurt each other.”
“Why are you teasing me?” Alison whined. “I’m not a genius. I can’t go to CalTech. I flunked out of community college because I didn’t study!”
But Alan’s expression was serious. “You don’t have to go to CalTech to be with me. What do you want? You’ve been telling me what you think I want to hear.”
Alison opened her mouth, but Rose cut her off with, “Allie, he’s a guy! They don’t do things the way we do! They run straight at them!”
Tears trickled down Alison’s face. “You know what I was doing, right?”
“I’m pretty sure,” Alan admitted.
“I was looking for a guy, okay?”
“Yeah, I figured. What are you looking for in a guy?”
“You’re joking, right?” Alison’s expression became feral. “After being with you? After sleeping with you? You’re the new standard, only I’m never going to find a guy who meets or exceeds that standard who will have any interest in me!”
Alan popped his eyes. “It’s not that hard. I’m sitting right here.”
“You’re going to CalTech!” It was a wail!
“So? It’s a school. It’s twenty miles from here. Where do you live? Where do you work? It’s close, right? I wasn’t looking forward to living at home while I went to school.”
Alison sat there, blinking. “I live on the other side of town. Work is, well, between here and there.”
“School is closer to your place, then. The campus is the next town over.”
“Uh huh.”
“You have your own place?”
“Uh huh.”
“So, if we were going together...”
Alison leaped atop him, flattening him on the couch, kissing and hugging while sniffling. “Yes! Omigawd!”
“Maybe we can get pointed in the same direction,” Alan finished, murmuring. Carl snorted laughter. Rose shook her head. “So, what do you really want?” Alan prompted.
“I want you in my bed, every night! I want to sleep cuddled up to you!”
“We can’t be married anytime soon. I might lose my scholarship. Suzanne pointed that out.”
“So?”
“I think we’re on the same sheet of music.” Alan adjusted his position to be more comfortable while carrying her weight. Some kissing and cuddling ensued.
After a bit, Alison drew back. “Do you always have to plod along like that? You knew, didn’t you?”
“I was pretty sure, but needed to be logical about it. And you needed to tell me the truth, not play things off.”
“I wasn’t supposed to chase you. I wasn’t supposed to make any admissions.”
Alan grinned. “Maybe I WANT to be chased!”
“Oh, you!” Alison picked up a throw pillow and started whacking him with it. Everyone laughed. But Rose turned to Carl with that look on her face.
“Yes, Baby,” Carl answered the unspoken question. “Momma will have to get used to you. But you knew that, didn’t you?”
“I’d hoped.” She leaned in for a kiss.
The guys left around noon, walking back to Carl’s, where Alan picked up his car and headed home.
“How was your sleepover?” his mother asked.
“Fine.” But Alan’s smile was too revealing.
“What did you do?” she asked, suddenly suspicious.
Only the truth would work, Alan realized. ‘Hopefully, I can limit things... ‘ “We went over to John’s girlfriend’s place for dinner.”
“John has a girlfriend?” Alan’s father looked up from his tablet.
“Yeah, it’s new. She’s college age, I guess.”
“Really?” He had the attention of both of his parents at that point. “Then what?” his mother prompted.
“Then we went over to Carl’s girlfriend’s place and hung out,” Alan replied, realizing that he’d painted himself into a serious corner.
Ginny, his mother, frowned. “That would make you a serious fifth wheel, wouldn’t it?”
“Um, no.” Alan gathered himself. “My girlfriend was there.”
“Your girlfriend?” Ginny’s eyebrows shot up so far that they disappeared behind her bangs! “You have a girlfriend? Since when?”
Both of his parents were demanding answers at that point. “It’s recent,” he replied, shrugging, playing it off.
“You’re going to college!” his mother erupted.
“She’s well aware,” Alan retorted, “Neither of us is stupid!”
“I’ll be the judge of that! So, what happened next?” his mother demanded.
“We, um, danced and stuff for a while.”
“Stuff?” It was his father’s turn to enter the fray. “The kind of stuff that requires rubbers?”
“She’s on the pill,” Alan confided.
“Omigawd!” Ginny shrieked.
“Jeez, Mom! Chill out!” Alan howled.
“So, you spent the night with this girl...” Derek began.
“She’s not a girl, Dad. She’s twenty.”
His parents shared a glance. “Where was this again?”
“Carl’s girlfriend’s place.”
“And you had some kind of orgy...” Ginny ventured.
“No. We had the couch. Carl and his girlfriend were in the bedroom. There was no swapping around. There wouldn’t be. They’re serious.” Alan was smart enough not to follow up with ‘We’re serious.’
“But you had sex!”
“Do we really need to go there?”
“Yes!”
“Okay, we had sex.”
“You’re going to college!”
“Haven’t we been here before?”
“Alison?” Alan’s voice on the phone was weak.
“Alan? Is everything okay, sweetie?”
“My folks are coming off the walls...”
“Are they going to try to split us up?” ‘Already? Why couldn’t you wait a few days and let me be happy?’
“They might THINK they are!” Alan’s voice was angry. He was glaring at his mother.
“So, now what?”
“They want to meet you.”
“Of course.” Alison’s voice carried her resignation. “When?”
“Tonight? Dinner?”
“Okay. Where?”
“My house.”
“What happened, Sweetie?”
“I was too happy when I got home. They broke out the bright lights, the rubber hoses, and the truth serum.”
“What do they know?”
“Pretty much everything.”
“They’re listening, aren’t they?”
“Yup.”
Alison sighed. “What time?”
“Seven-thirty.” Alan related the address. It wasn’t far from her apartment, but was in a nicer neighborhood.
“I’ll be there.”
“It’ll be fine.” Alan’s eyes challenged his mother. “Love ya.”
“They won’t want to hear that, sweetie.”
“What better reason?”
“It undercuts your position.”
“I guess. See you tonight.”
“Bye, Sweetie.” ‘Goodbye forever, probably.’ She sighed, having hung up.
“All you can do is stand your ground,” Rose advised. “It’s an issue for all of us.”
“Why couldn’t he have waited a few days?”
Rose shrugged. “It wouldn’t have taken much for them to break out the rack and thumbscrews. Ultimately, though, they can’t stop you. They can’t stop him.”
“They can make life difficult for us!”
“Yeah, but that’s ALL they can do! If you want him, FIGHT!”
“Okay!”
The doorbell rang. Ginny rushed to it, planning to attack the blonde bimbo she pictured on the other side of the door before things even got started. Instead, the door opened on a mildly barrel-shaped brunette in a nice dress wearing an expression that mixed being hangdog and defensive.
“Hi. I’m Alison,” she ventured, putting out a hand.
Ginny stood gazing at her with her head cocked. Belatedly, she took the hand. “I’m Ginny. Come in.” She stepped back, nearly backing into Alan, who was bouncing to a stop behind her.
Alan barely let Alison get inside before clumsily hugging her. “It’s gonna be okay.”
“I hope so.”
Ginny watched her melt into his embrace, clearly drawing comfort from it.
‘Either she’s a consummate actor or she’s no gold digger,’ Ginny mused. Alan led his new girlfriend off to the dining room to meet his father, holding her hand. Ginny drifted along behind.
Alan’s father was as surprised as Ginny.
“I’m Derek,” he introduced himself, putting out a hand, thinking, ‘Not exactly a barracuda... ‘
“Alison.” She took it, somewhat tentatively, watching as he turned to nod at a woman in a maid’s uniform, who stepped away toward the kitchen.
“Please, be seated.” Derek waved at the table. “You are somewhat of a surprise to us.”
Alison popped her eyes as Alan tugged her toward a chair. “You’re only a bit behind us, I think.”
“It’s ... sudden,” Ginny ventured.
“Let’s have dinner.” Derek quashed things for the moment. They ate, conversation limited to general subjects. Alan surprised Alison by eating left-handed, while holding hers under the table. Finally, coffee and dessert having arrived, the interrogation began.
“What do you do?” Ginny kicked off.
“I have a job.” Alison named the company.
“I’m curious. How did you two meet?” Derek asked.
“It was a blind date. A couple of my girlfriends know a couple of Alan’s friends. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Nobody gets that lucky.”
Derek frowned. “Carl’s family isn’t well to do. Neither is John’s.”
“I was talking about the relationships!” Alison retorted, affronted, “I didn’t EVEN expect THIS! We never discussed it!” She waved at their surroundings and shot a look at Alan. “Alan has a scholarship.”
“She’s right,” Alan verified. “We hadn’t gone there.” He shrugged. “I don’t expect to live like this. Not for a while, anyway. It never came up.”
“What did come up?” Derek asked.
“I asked relevant questions,” Alan retorted, affronted.
“Such as?” Ginny pressed.
“What Alison was doing. What her goals were. If we were headed in totally different directions, we weren’t going to be able to work things out!”
“What did you get for answers?” Ginny apparently asked the question of Alan, but her eyes were on Alison.
“I want to be his. I want to take care of him. I want him to take care of me,” Alison replied.
“Was this before or after sex?” Ginny carped.
“You know the answer to that!” Alison’s reply was scornful.
“I can imagine why!” Ginny snorted.
“No, you can’t! He’s your little boy!” Alison ranted, bursting into tears. “Do you think I don’t KNOW that I don’t deserve him?”
Derek entered the fray in order to limit things. “It appears that you are well aware that Alan has an academic scholarship. It might be problematic for him to marry for several years, at best.”
“It’s probably the first thing he told me,” Alison replied. “It gives him plenty of time to find something better, and me a few years to be happy before he does! But we can be together until then.”
Ginny’s eyes popped!
Alan, his expression thunderous, declared, “That’s enough! Let’s go, Honey. We don’t need to put up with this!”
Rising, he tugged her to her feet.
“Wait!” Ginny yelped.
“Why should we?” Alan rasped, tugging Alison to him. She buried her face in his chest, crying openly.
“Because you’re right. It’s gone too far. I apologize. It seems that all of my expectations were incorrect,” Ginny replied. “I’m sorry, Alison. You’re ruining your makeup and Alan’s shirt. Come with me and I’ll get you a tissue.”
She got up and came around the table. Alan continued to eye her belligerently. Alison turned one eye on her, clearly wondering how safe it was, but diffidently disconnected herself from her lover and allowed Ginny to escort her from the room.
“What happened?” Alan asked his father suspiciously.
“I’m pretty sure your girlfriend said some magic words,” his father replied.
“I missed it,” Alan muttered.
“So did I. Undoubtedly, it’s a woman thing. Did you hear anything new?”
“Well, no, except for the fact that she’s kind of down on herself. Actually, I knew that, but...”
“Not how far, maybe?”
“Yeah. Look, she was up front with me. She’s been looking for ‘the guy.’ Once we got together, well, I raised the bar some. She’s been out there in the world, and she gets by, but she was unhappy until we got together. We click. I think she has things I need, and I KNOW I have things SHE needs.”
“Money–”
“–Was never mentioned. Just the fact that I’m going to college, on a scholarship. I don’t rub the guy’s noses in the fact that we have more than they do. It’s hard enough to hang out with them sometimes, as it is, without getting all snooty!”
“What does she want?”
“To sleep in my bed, cuddled up. Sex is out there, but it’s just a chunk of the relationship.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“I made her cry, getting to the bottom of things. Yeah, I’m sure.”
“I’m sorry, dear,” Ginny apologized, handing Alison a washrag. “I expected some empty-headed bimbo or some kind of gold-digger. Alan, is, well, cerebral. He’s not worldly.”
“Yeah, that was always clear,” Alison replied. “He’s going to need support from someone who has been out there and has some common sense.”
“His father had the same issues, and took quite a while to mature,” Ginny related, “I still have to grab the steering oar every once in a while.” The two of them shared a smile, if Alison’s was a bit tremulous. “How on earth did he make an impression?”
“Slow dancing. I can’t describe it. Well, I can describe PART of it, but I probably ought to gloss over THAT part. He just made me feel comforted and protected. I’ve been with a few guys – not many. I’ve been out to clubs. I haven’t run wild. Nobody was ever that interested. But he was, and he took charge, without being all rude and groping or anything. Heck, he got me so worked up that I attacked him!”
“You’re kidding!” Ginny snorted a chuckle. “What’s that on your neck?”
“What you probably think it is,” Alison replied, blushing. “He got carried away at some point, and I was in orbit, somewhere. Nobody ever lit up my neck like he did! I had goosebumps all over!”
“Well, I’ll be! I don’t know where he’s been practicing seduction!”
“I’m pretty sure I was his first practice dummy, but he caught on fast!” She dabbed at her face some more, watching her enemy turned apparent ally in the mirror, off and on. Ginny was grinning.
“His father was surprisingly talented, for a beginner,” she related.
“I think I’m done.” Alison washed out the rag.
“Let’s go back, then.”
Upon re-entering the dining room, Ginny said, “Why don’t you two go into the living room and watch TV or something? I’ll have Maryam bring you some sodas.”
“Okay.” Alan eyed his mother warily, but took Alison’s hand and led her out.
When they were out of sight, Ginny told her husband, “Our son is a man.”
“Obviously,” Derek agreed. “What did you see?”
“Me, actually. Once I found you, nothing else would do, and I would do anything to be with you. It was all right there, with her.”
“I asked him how far they’d gotten, talking to each other. He’d asked the right questions, and evaluated the answers. So now what?”
“We let them have their relationship. It will succeed or it will fail.”
“They’re having sex already.”
“ ... And they won’t stop,” Ginny replied. “She understands birth control. I KNOW she does. Alan is right. She’s been out in the world and is an adult.”
Derek shrugged. “Okay, then. Here?”
Ginny wrinkled her nose. “Her place. That will limit things some.”
“What happened?” Alan asked. They were sitting on the loveseat, Alison cuddled up.
“I don’t know. Something I said ... resonated with your mother. Suddenly, it was all over and we were friends.”
“Dad and I couldn’t figure it out. I was afraid she took you off to offer you money to dump me or something, like in the soap operas.”
“No, it was all good. You’re a lot like your father, I guess.”
“Huh.”
“Hopefully, it lasts.”
“Yeah.” Alan frowned. “It should, unless...”
“I do something stupid, like have a baby?”
“Yeah.”
“I can wait, sweetheart. Promise. You DO want kids, eventually, though?”
“Yeah. Two or three, anyway.”
“Good.” The maid found them kissing.
Sunday. Kurtis and Kevin were still at Millie’s, as was Phyllis. Predictably, Kurtis had bitched to his son about the restaurant thing the evening before, but hadn’t unloaded on Millie when they went to a middle-of-the-road Italian place and then to a movie. It was an adventure flick, but Kurtis hadn’t bitched about the restaurant to her, so Millie let the movie pass. Kevin and Phyllis didn’t care; they spent the movie cuddled up and while Kevin paid more attention to it than Phyllis did, his arm around her held her attention. Then they’d gone back to Millie’s and both couples had managed a couple of bouts of sex apiece, then slept in and spent the day lounging around, generally enjoying each other’s company.
It was evening, and Millie was in the kitchen, frying pork chops. Suddenly, Kurtis fell prey to unease.
“We shouldn’t be here,” he declared.
“What?” Kevin eyed him askance.
“We shouldn’t be here. We got our ashes hauled last night. We should’ve hit the bricks this morning!”
“Well, we didn’t, and Millie is in there, cooking, so we can’t leave!”
“This is all part of her grand plan to put a bridle and a saddle on me!” Kurtis insisted.
“Well, we could’ve left anytime, but now we can’t. There’s no way we can walk out on them while they’re cooking us supper!”
“I’ve got to start some shit after, or something. We can’t spend another night! Next, I’ll be leaving my go bag here!”
“Get her to come to our place, then!”
“Shit, that’s worse, maybe. She’s already been there!”
“They’re arguing about something,” Phyllis reported.
Millie stepped over to the doorway and took a look.
“Kurtis is feeling the noose,” she reported. “He’s stuck now, until after dinner, but he’s gonna want to run. Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.”
Handle it she did! As predicted, things went on hold until after dinner. Then Millie went on the attack! Kurtis opened his mouth and Millie beat him to the draw with, “I see you sprouting chicken feathers! Don’t you go nowhere! You owe me!”
“What? I don’t owe you shit!”
“I’ve spent all day catering to your bony ass, and cooked you three meals! You’re gonna hang around and give me some more of that good dick! I know what you’re up to! You’re gonna try to come up with a reason to run off!”
“Now looky here!” Kurtis waved a finger at her. “I don’t owe you jack shit, and who says I’m gonna run any damn place!” At that point, the pair of them were at it, hammer and tongs!
Kevin smirked at the pair and turned to Phyllis. “Let’s go to your place.”
“Really? That sounds good. I can’t go another day, doing the walk of shame.”
“We can whip by my place, so I can grab a clean shirt, some underwear, and my shaving kit.”
“What about them?” Phyllis asked.
“This could go either way, but my money is on Millie. We could stay for the entertainment, but wouldn’t you rather we were alone together?”
“Well, since you put it that way...”
The pair slipped out the door. Millie and Kurtis never even noticed. Kurtis planted himself in Millie’s bed in order to prove that he wasn’t a coward, and sometime around one a.m. Monday morning, the feel of the woman in bed next to him got to him and he provided the fuck Millie insisted that he owed her – not because he did, mind you! Millie was well pleased with progress and cooked him breakfast before he hit the door on Monday.
Phyllis spent a WONDERFUL night with her man in her bed!
Monday morning arrived. After a hasty departure from Millie’s so he could clean up and go to work, Kurtis discovered that Kevin was missing! There followed a frantic phone call...
“Where are you, boy?”
“On the way to school. Phyllis is driving me.”
“Where did you spend the night?”
“Phyllis’s place. We whipped by our place and I grabbed a kit, so I’m good to go.”
“When did you two check out?”
“After supper. You were busy arguing with Millie and didn’t even notice!” Kevin chuckled.
“That woman–!”
“You love that shit!”
“It’s good pussy, but...”
“Yeah, yeah.” Kevin decided not to needle his father, as it might slow Millie’s progress.
“You come home after school! You’re not going to be living at that woman’s place!”
“Okay.” Kevin hung up, thinking, ‘Not yet, anyway. Once I graduate and Millie has Pop hogtied, we’ll get our own place, closer to the college.’