Pirates
Copyright© 2025 by Thinking Horndog
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - "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
Again, Rose just nodded. What could she say? ‘Yes, Sir?’ She would, if he asked, but it wasn’t necessary. All she had to do was follow instructions.
Once in the bedroom, Carl turned to Kevin. “So, what do you want? Want to go first?”
Kevin grinned. “I’m gonna want to finish teaching her deep-throat – and I’m gonna want that ass.” He squeezed Rose’s left ass cheek.
“Tonight?”
“Nah. I’ll wait until she asks me.”
“Want to work on that training?”
“Why don’t you go first and see how far she gets,” Kevin suggested.
Rose became aware that they were both eyeing her expectantly. “Yes?”
“You’ve been quiet,” Carl murmured.
“Do I get to...?”
“No!” It was a chorus. Both males grinned.
Rose blushed a little, dropping her eyes. “You wanted me to do that.”
“Yes.” Kevin’s eyes danced.
Carl reached out and gently tugged a nipple. “I’m going to back up against the headboard. You come up and suck me.”
Rose turned to Kevin. “What will you...?”
Kevin grinned and wrinkled his nose. “I’ll think of something. Go!” He pinched her ass. Carl was already settling himself.
Rose crawled forward onto the bed, thinking, ‘No man has ever been here.’ All of her previous encounters had been elsewhere. ‘Now there are two.’ She settled herself between Carl’s thighs, collected his cock and introduced it to her lips.
Carl hissed and buried his hands in her hair. Between the sensations and the ego trip, he doubted that he would last a minute! He let her do her own thing for a moment, then proved that he had enough cock to get into her throat by pulling her head in, impaling her. Rose, taken by surprise, hadn’t reacted yet when he released her head.
“She still remembers from last time,” he announced.
“That’s good.” Kevin was on his back, worming his way under her. He pushed her knees forward and spread them a bit in order to give himself room to accomplish what he was setting out to do; Rose, busy dealing with Carl’s cock, paid little attention until he pulled her ass down so he could suck in her clit!
“OOOOMGH!” Rose exclaimed around Carl’s rigid meat. Kevin just chuckled and lapped at her puffy pink split, digging into her opening, then running his tongue up to the underside of her clitoral hood. Rose bucked a bit – and found that somehow, she’d given Carl’s cock passage into her throat again!
“Yeah, that works!” Carl gusted, “Make her dance!”
Cunnilingus was old news to Rose, of course, but the source of the familiar sensations wasn’t. Having a MAN do it was new and exciting! Rose humped and wiggled, while trying to concentrate on sucking Carl’s cock – and Carl got into her throat four or five more times before he lost control and spewed cum into her mouth.
By then, Rose was beside herself. She made oral love to Carl’s cock, whining softly as Kevin’s tongue brought her closer and closer to orgasm. The two activities fed on each other; the hotter Rose got from the tongue work, the more effort she put into detailing Carl’s cock. Carl’s member was only lank for a minute or so, then it firmed up to the point that it seemed to have the properties of tool steel and Carl gasped, “We need to switch! I need to bury this thing in pussy!”
“Yeah? Okay.” Kevin backed up and lurched erect while Carl reluctantly pushed Rose’s head back and rolled away. Rose let out a wail as both of her lovers disengaged simultaneously, but then Kevin whipped into position in front of her and said, “Come here and give me some face!” Rose lurched forward and tried to swallow half of his length – and was only halfway organized when Carl’s cock seated itself at her vaginal opening and surged forward!
Rose’s eyes bugged! Carl backed a bit, grabbed her hips and snapped forward, and they bugged again! The impact drove her forward, feeding her two-thirds of Kevin’s cock, causing her to pause for a second, then lurch backward just in time to take Carl’s cock root deep as he delivered his next stroke! She surged forward, gobbling cock, then Carl tugged her back to meet him as he hammered her yet again. Rose WANTED to provide Kevin’s cock the attention it deserved, but Carl’s stroke grabbed her attention, the sensations in every fold of her inner lining being ironed by his burning staff of flesh and the impacts against her clitoris mesmerizing her as each stroke added a building block to the structure of her arousal. She sucked, but it was mindless; Kevin settled for soaking his cock in her hot mouth, keeping it hard, fucking her face off and on while he waited.
Carl set up a good, solid stroke and Rose rocked to it, sucking desultorily when she could remember to do so, but generally too tied up in experiencing Carl’s cock. Orgasm came in waves, building to a peak and washing over her every couple of minutes, leaving her wailing around Kevin’s cock, then mindlessly sucking it, operating purely on instinct while she floated on a cloud of sensual fulfillment. That happened probably six times before Carl gasped, “SHIT! I’M GONNA!” in a congested voice and ground himself against her while his cock gushed seed into her quaking tunnel. Rose let out a shriek and her pussy went into full milking mode while she drove herself backward, trying to pull in every millimeter of cock Carl had and then some while her inner walls worked and rippled, trying to ensure that his seed got into her uterus. Once again, she started vacuuming Kevin’s cock; this time, he fed her his length, dribbling her head on his shaft. Rose just took it; it was all a part of the act. When she came back to herself, she was swallowing Kevin’s cock to the root regularly, having discovered the trick of it instinctively while transported with pleasure. Doing it consciously was a shift, but not one she was incapable of.
“Yeah,” Kevin croaked, “Take it. Take it. You love it, don’t you? Sucking cock. You’re a natural. All the way. That’s it. All the way.” It wasn’t happening every stroke, but she was sticking her nose in his pubes more often than not – and not complaining. “You’re fucking awesome! Get this load, then I’m gonna fuck you. Suck me. Yeah. Suck me.” Holding her head, Kevin waved at Carl, gesturing. Carl nodded and stepped in to slide two fingers into her simmering pussy, working her clitoris between the thumb and index fingers of his other hand.
The suck had been an end in itself for Rose; something about it made her weirdly happy, even though she wasn’t being directly stimulated. When Carl stepped in and began masturbating her, Rose doubled down! Nothing was more important than gathering her black lover’s seed! Saliva went everywhere, all over her face and neck, dribbling down her chest and onto her heavy breasts. Kevin’s cock was bathed in it, which made the passage into her throat that much easier on both of them. But it couldn’t last; Rose was driving Kevin wild!
“Suck it! Suck it! Suck it!” he gasped, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! NOW! NOW! NOW!”
With that, he grabbed Rose’s head and held it in place while he pumped her face three times, then erupted, the first blast going straight down her throat before he let go and poured the rest into her mouth!
Rose wailed and her ass shimmied while her pussy milked Carl’s fingers. Kevin’s orgasm had triggered another in Rose!
After that manic moment, Kevin settled back, while Rose continued to suck, not driving herself as before, but providing post-orgasmic recovery for Kevin. After a couple of minutes, he was ready for the main event, so he pulled Rose forward, kissed her, and got up to circle behind her.
All Rose did was turn her head to watch him, well aware of the fact that he wasn’t done. She presented her ass as he ran his hand over it, then held still so he could find her opening and press his cock through the ring of muscle there and into the tunnel behind it.
“Aaaaaaaahhhhh!” Kevin sighed. “Damn! You have an awesome pussy, baby! And it’s all ours...”
He set up a stroke in her, taking his time, enjoying the feel of her tunnel wrapping itself around his cock as he pumped his hips, driving it deep inside her.
Carl circled around and watched her face: the open mouth, the expressions, the glazed, dreamy eyes, the inability to do anything but feel ... He crawled onto the bed and leaned in to kiss her, kisses she returned hotly until she wailed into his mouth in climax. He milked her nipples, enjoying the feel of her big, soft titties and the rubbery nipples that capped them.
Rose was inundated. There was so much going on. She couldn’t keep up. The driving cock pounding her pussy sat above everything else, but the kisses, the caresses, the other things were there, adding to it. Climaxes carried her up and up, making her manic with the delicious tension, then exploding over her and leaving her awash, awaiting the next wave. She lost count of the number of times that she hit her peak, but when the man that she only knew as Master grabbed her shoulders and put the hammer down, grunting, “NOW! NOW!” she cut the corner, flashing to one final wailing peak as he painted her cervix white! She came back to herself sandwiched, the one called Sir under her, kissing her, while the one identified as Master draped himself over her, his cock still embedded in her swollen cunt.
They were like that for a minute or two, then Master rolled off, leaving her still draped over Sir, who didn’t seem to mind. Rose didn’t mind, either; they were making out, and it was wonderful! After a bit, she surfaced due to Master’s hand massaging her ass cheek. Looking up, she discovered that he was fully dressed. She rolled off, and Sir sat up.
“So, what are we going to do about Suzanne?” Sir asked as he reached for his discarded underwear.
“I’ll talk to her,” Rose promised.
“She’s a problem. If you want to continue to see us, you need to fix it,” Master asserted.
“Then there is this other thing,” Sir insisted. “This pregnancy thing. You need to protect yourself.”
“I want a baby!”
“We’re not ready to be fathers!”
“It’ll be okay!”
“It WON’T! I do NOT want to be responsible!” Sir insisted. “Do you?” he asked Master.
“FUCK no!”
“B-but...”
“Wait.” Sir drew Rose’s quivering chin around so she faced him. “Give it time.”
“You guys can’t...” Rose yelped.
“I’m not so sure about that,” Sir argued. “I don’t think it is a good idea right now, though, do you?”
“Well...”
“See? A couple of years will make all of the difference.”
“We don’t HAVE a couple of years!” Rose wailed.
“You don’t know that.” Sir’s eyes bored into hers. “A lot of that depends on you, I think. For now, you get birth control, or we will have to stop coming around – understood?”
“Yes.” Rose pouted. “I don’t have to like it.”
“No, you don’t,” Master stuck his oar in. “But you’re gonna do it, or else!”
“Okay.” Rose was still sulky.
“Come here.” Master beckoned and Rose moved forward. Master pulled her in and kissed her – and Master was a good kisser. Rose settled down.
Five minutes later, they were gone, both of them leaving her with kisses. She still didn’t know their names. They were eighteen – they’d admitted as much – but they were men, not boys. She was seven years older, which seemed like a million, but when they were with her, they were in charge. They were ALWAYS in charge. Rose decided to stick herself in the tub again. Dinner would be late, just a salad, maybe...
The guys headed home. Each of them had their normal family and school responsibilities to deal with. The only thing they had resolved that most guys their age didn’t was where their next piece of ass was coming from. That solution was more complicated than usual, perhaps, but it was a solution.
Rose and Suzanne got together for lunch on Tuesday.
“I see that you’re still walking bowlegged,” Suzanne simpered.
Rose merely smiled gently, thinking ‘Still? How about again?’ “Are you still on the rag about those guys?”
“Are you?” Suzanne challenged.
“I never was,” Rose replied. Changing the subject, she said, “I’m going to the clinic after work.”
“Ogod! Did they give you something?”
Rose grimaced. “It’s more about what they DIDN’T give me. I need to get on birth control.”
Suzanne grunted. “I thought you were playing Russian Roulette with baby-making?”
“That’s ... not always smart, I guess.”
“Oh?”
“Those guys, they were young, you know? I can’t go ruining a guy’s life just because I want to have a baby.”
“Why not? They’re just sperm donors. All that bunch wanted was to fuck you.”
“See? You weren’t there. I keep trying to tell you: they were nice guys!”
“Nice guys don’t snatch a woman off the street and drag her down into a dirty basement...”
“Nobody dragged me anywhere!”
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