Pirates
Copyright© 2025 by Thinking Horndog
Chapter 7
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7 - "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
That should have been the end of it, but it wasn’t. Anneke tossed and turned for two hours before getting up, ostensibly to go to the bathroom. Once that was over, however, her curiosity led her up the hallway, where she spent nearly five minutes vacillating in front of Carl’s closed door before gripping the handle and slowly turning it. That piece worked fine, but the hinges were NOT quiet, emitting a prolonged creak as she opened the door far enough to stick her head through.
Normally, the noise would have awakened Carl, but he was tired and sleeping soundly. Rose was more alert, however, and the sound awakened her. There was nothing to do but lie still, her eyes slits.
Carl was in bed, all right, but he wasn’t alone! Anneke gasped quietly as she took in the second body draped half-over his, and the spray of shoulder-length dark hair across his shoulder! He was sleeping with a girl, right in his own bed! Were her eyes open? Anneke couldn’t tell.
‘What do I do about this?’ she wondered. Grimacing, she sighed. The damage was done. If she was sleeping with him, they’d had sex. That was a given. ‘I’m not imagining things, at least.’ She closed the door and headed back to bed. Gunter was clearly a little too trusting.
Rose lay there, thinking about it. ‘Do I wake him up? Do I try to sneak back out?’ It seemed like a waste of time. ‘We were going to meet, sooner or later.’ She burrowed into Carl’s shoulder and went back to sleep.
“Fuck! Fuck! Shit! Beat me with that thing! I’m cumming!” Millie squalled. She and his father had awakened Kevin from a sound sleep! Kevin stood there looking in the bedroom door, watching her and Pop go at it like a couple of dogs humping on a sidewalk! Grinning, he shook his head and went back to bed, making sure to close his bedroom door firmly and covering his head with a pillow to help block out the sounds.
Saturday morning arrived. Suzanne grew twenty-foot tentacles, but she knew that she had to let John go home. He’d hoped to be able to let himself in, but his mother was up pouring coffee and his father was reading from his tablet.
“Where have YOU been?” she demanded.
John shot a glance at his father. “I, uh, slept over.” He didn’t say where.
“It looks like you’re doing the walk of shame.”
“It was a last-minute thing. Dad knows.”
His mother turned to his father. “You didn’t say anything.”
David shrugged and stuck his smile in his coffee cup.
“All right, which one of you am I going to get the truth out of?” Nina demanded.
John rubbed his face. “I, uh, slept over at my girlfriend’s place.” By the time he got to ‘girlfriend’ his voice was a soft mumble.
“Your WHAT?” Nina howled. “Is her daddy gonna show up asking questions?”
“No.”
“I doubt it,” David interjected. “She’s a couple of years older.”
“What do YOU know about this?” Nina demanded.
“Gunter and I discovered the situation on Thursday. I met the girl last night. It was an ambush, more or less. She’s somewhat high strung, though, and looks to John for protection. She got all upset and climbed him like a tree and it would’ve taken a crowbar to separate them, so I backed out of things.” He turned to John. “You could’ve come home.”
John pursed his lips. “No, I couldn’t. I had to calm her down, and that led to ... other things.”
“Sex,” Nina declared flatly.
“Yeah.”
“She’ll have her hooks into you...”
“Oh, it’s too late for that!” David made a second attempt to drown his smile in his coffee cup.
“You’re going to college!” Nina ranted.
“I’m sure that won’t be a problem,” John replied.
“Young girls...”
“She’s, what? Twenty-three or twenty-four?” David queried.
“Somewhere in there,” John nodded.
“What are you doing chasing...?”
“It just happened, Mom. It started with Carl’s girlfriend, actually.”
“Carl has a girlfriend?”
“Oh, yeah.” David couldn’t hide his smirk. “A chunky Latino piece with an ass on her. The two of them run together, sort of a Mutt & Jeff thing. Suzanne is a lot narrower and a little homely, maybe.”
John frowned at the description.
“How serious is this?”
“I dunno,” John mumbled.
“Serious,” David retorted.
Nina nodded. “Does Anneke know about this girlfriend of Carl’s?”
“It’s none of your business!” David asserted. “I’m sure he’ll get around to telling her!”
“We’ll see!” Nina replied. “When do I meet this young woman?”
“Oh, I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to meet John’s mother!” David got up to pour another cup of coffee to smirk into.
“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” Nina queried.
“Yeah. You had to be there. She wrapped both arms and both legs around John and stuck her face in his shoulder and let out wails anytime it seemed like things might not be going well.”
“I carried her home like that,” John muttered.
“You’re going to have to be gentle with her,” David pointed out, “Like I said, she’s high strung. But he’s stuck; she brings out the protector in him.” His gaze dared his son to argue. John shrugged and popped his eyes.
“Huh!” Nina muttered, “Damn!”
“Breakfast!” Anneke pounded on Carl’s door. “Bring your bed mate!”
Gunter, who was just staggering disheveled out of the master suite, looking for coffee, popped his eyes in surprise.
“I TOLD you I heard a giggle! I caught ‘em around two. Carl was sleeping. Not sure about the girl.”
Carl was sitting up in bed, bug-eyed! “Oh, SHIT!” he whispered.
“The door woke me up when she opened it. Since the cat was out of the bag...” Rose shrugged diffidently.
“Yeah. Are you okay?”
“I went back to sleep. I love being cuddled up to you.”
Carl rolled his eyes. “Be right down!” He gave Rose a look.
“Going back out the window doesn’t seem to make any sense,” she noted, “Besides, I have jeans.”
“Yeah.” Carl climbed out of bed. Ten minutes later, the couple entered the kitchen.
“Did you put the screen back up in the window?” Gunter asked blandly, eyeing the pair.
“Not yet.” Carl blushed.
“My fault. I wanted to spend the night,” Rose explained.
“You were quiet, if...” Anneke began.
“We were just sleeping,” Rose replied.
“Here,” Gunter added.
“Here.” Rose didn’t argue.
“I’m Anneke.” She stuck out a hand.
“Rose.” She took it.
“You’re not eighteen.”
“I’m twenty-four.”
“I’m surprised.”
“I was ambushed,” Rose replied.
Gunter snorted into his coffee cup.
“Carl and I literally ran into each other, and he decided that he liked what he saw. I did, too, but wasn’t prepared to do anything about it. Carl was, though.” Her smile spoke volumes.
“This kind of thing happens,” Anneke declared, “but Carl is going to college.”
“I know. We’ve talked about it.”
Anneke gazed at her for several seconds, then: “Fine. Waffles okay?”
“Diet syrup?”
“Of course!”
Behind them, Gunter’s gaze said, ‘This isn’t over,’ and Carl’s said, ‘We’re not going to stop it.’ Both of them wondered if escape was possible.
It wasn’t.
“Do you guys eat?” Millie had her head stuck in the refrigerator. “Beer isn’t a food group!”
“We eat, but we don’t cook,” Kurtis replied. “There’s a diner up the street.”
“That costs an arm and a leg!”
“If there isn’t a woman in the house, a man’s got money.”
“Don’t give me that shit.” He stood there, grinning, meeting her mock glare as she faced him with her hands on her hips.
“I’m just sayin’.”
“And I’m callin’ bullshit!”
“You’re welcome to prove it.”
“Oh, I am, am I?” Millie smiled evilly and Kurtis’ eyes popped!
“She got you, Pop!” Kevin cackled, leaning in the kitchen door.
“Yeah, I stuck my foot in it!” Kurtis admitted.
“What’s the matter? No guts?” Millie pressed.
“There’s talking shit and there’s bringing shit!” Kurtis shot back.
“You two! Jeezus!” Kevin chortled.
“What?” Kurtis bleated.
“I dunno how you score this thing. Maybe it’s a tie. It’s never gonna be over, though!” Turning to Millie, he asked, “When are you moving in?”
“Shhhh!” Millie waved her hands. “I haven’t even bought the bear trap yet! Although the cooking thing is a start!”
Kurtis grinned. “I ducked that one! Guess we’re going out!”
“Yeah, I wanna see what you DO eat!” Millie retorted.
Kevin just rolled his eyes. It was clear: Millie and Pop were made for each other. They’d be arguing about something at the altar, but they would get there. That was good news. Pop needed someone to take care of him when Kevin went to college. Kevin’s mother had become addicted to painkillers due to a back injury when he was twelve, and had gone downhill fast. Before either of them knew it, she’d gotten some bad pills, overdosed, and was gone. Kevin had been carrying the ball ever since. Pop would be leery, but Millie had it: the spark. She would keep Pop’s fires lit. Kevin was pleased to death!
Rose and Millie both went home before noon, but everyone involved in both encounters realized that that wasn’t the end of things. Millie had breathed new life into Kurtis, and Rose’s level of commitment to Carl – and vice versa – had only risen. When Rose was gone, Anneke took a run at Carl.
“There are girls your age, Son.”
Carl cocked his head, eyeing her. “Girls my age aren’t ready for me. Rose is.”
“That one wants babies.”
“She’ll do what I tell her. That’s one of the good things about her. She’s old enough to have sense and she’ll do what she has to do.”
“Desperate, is she?”
“I think that’s been replaced by other things.”
“Such as?”
“She knows what she wants, and she knows I’ve got it.”
“Sex isn’t everything!” Anneke sniped.
“We’re both aware, and we’re backing into the other stuff. Thus far, all of the issues have been external.” Carl eyed his mother coolly.
“Hmph.” Anneke withdrew from the field, having lost the joust.
Suzanne waited until Sunday for angst to overcome her. She called John’s house to ‘do the right thing.’
“Hello?”
“John?”
“Suzanne? This is David. We’ve met. I’ll get him.” He waved at his son. “Suzanne.”
John took the phone. “Hi.”
“John? I’ve, um, been thinking about the last few days, and, um...”
“We’re not having this conversation over the phone,” John cut her off. “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” He hung up. Turning to his parents, he said, “I’ll be back. Might be a while.”
“There are other girls,” Nina ventured, “Younger girls.”
John smiled at her, but turned and hit the door.
“Let him go,” David advised. “You know that he’s going to have trouble due to his size. It’s a plus with this one. They’re past the hard stuff. If it doesn’t work, he’s learned a few things.”
John rapped on Suzanne’s door. Suzanne opened it, and stepped back instinctively as he entered like he owned the place. “John...”
“You’re gonna come out with some crap because it’s what people expect you to do. That’s silly!” he confronted her, his hands on his hips.
Suzanne rocked to the hit. “I’m ... older.”
“Are you?” he retorted. “I see a little girl!” Suzanne stood there with her mouth open, trying to formulate a reply to that outrageous challenge.
“Come here!” John demanded. Suzanne drifted forward. “Turn around.” Suzanne did so, starting to worry, but arms enveloped her and she found herself backed into his chest.
“Feel those arms,” he murmured in her ear. “That’s your comfort, your protection. You don’t get this anywhere else, do you?”
“N-no.”
“Then why are you trying to push me away?”
Suzanne stood there, rubbing his brawny forearm instinctively. “Because I’m supposed to?”
“Fuck that,” John retorted. “You’re mine, and I’m yours. I’ve got you.” He lipped her neck, and goosebumps shot everywhere! Suzanne pressed herself back into his embrace.
“B-but–”
“You were letting your fear rule you. It’s over. I’m HERE!” He turned her in his embrace and leaned down to kiss her, and Suzanne melted. She had no defense, and didn’t want one! She’d been expecting him to break things off, and had tried to get there first, but he didn’t go there, and where he DID go, WELL...!
They didn’t have sex. Suzanne cuddled on John’s lap while they discussed needs and goals, John’s calming influence washing over her, banishing her fears. By noon, she was as comfortable as she was going to be, and went to John’s for lunch, to meet the family and to cuddle on his couch, watching football.
“He’s a beast! He chased me down, threw me onto the couch, and raped me!” Millie declared, her expression woebegone. It was Monday morning in the break room, at work. “Then he dragged me off to his den of iniquity and did it AGAIN!”
“Such bullshit!” Rose cackled. “Do you want me to tell them what you were howling while you two tore up my couch?”
“I was telling Suzanne’s version,” Millie replied, cackling. “It was AWESOME and I’m gonna see him again!”
Everybody but Suzanne laughed; Suzanne looked irritated.
“Come on, Suze,” Rose chided, “What happened with you and John? You went to your place, right?”
“Yeah. We, um, did it, a couple of times...” Suzanne looked away. There were a couple of titters.
“A couple of times?” Alison asked. “So, these guys are eighteen, and they’re studs or something? I don’t know that I believe THAT!”
“Well, John isn’t Superman, or anything,” Rose ventured.
“He’s big and hunky and he DOES JUST FINE!” Suzanne rose to the defense. “When he cuddles me...” The look on her face spoke volumes.
“It’s going nowhere, Suze,” Alison chided. “He’s too young.”
“You don’t know!” Suzanne shot back. “I tried to break it off on Sunday, and ended up meeting his mother!”
“It’s six years,” Millie waved it off. “He’s old enough. Age doesn’t mean as much after eighteen. He’s probably older than she is, between the ears!”
“Hey!” Suzanne erupted to the cackles of the others, then blushed. “He said something similar.”
“I saw it,” Millie declared. “John’s daddy showed up and she climbed him like a tree! And he carried her like it was nothing while the boys–”
“The MEN!” Rose interjected.
“–stood their fathers off!”
“How did you meet these studs?” Alison asked.
“I can’t get into it. It’s subject to misinterpretation,” Rose related, shooting a look at Suzanne.
“They’re as advertised,” Millie verified. “I met the father of the third guy, and sparks flew, somehow. It was a lot of fun!”
“And this Carl?” someone prompted.
“It’s hard to explain,” Rose replied. “We ran into each other, literally, and Carl decided that he wanted to see me. And he made it happen. Suzanne and John came later.”
“And you’re happy with this boy?” Alison demanded.
“Oh, he’s a man, Honey!” Millie interjected. “There’s no doubt!”
Rose just smiled and nodded.
“It isn’t right.”
“You’re just jealous.”
Alison wasn’t going to draw a lot of male attention. Part of it was attitude and part of it was looks. Guys just weren’t going to bother. She glared daggers at Millie and backed out of things. Break ended and everybody went back to work.
Phyllis caught up with Millie later. “Where does this third guy figure in?”
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