Pirates
Copyright© 2025 by Thinking Horndog
Chapter 9
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9 - "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
“Dinner is about ready.” John’s voice penetrated the connection between Alan and Alison, causing them to lurch apart in surprise. “Suze wants to see you in the kitchen,” he addressed Alison.
Both Alan and Alison glanced around, embarrassed, to discover Carl and Rose grinning at them.
“Uh, thanks.” Alison broke away, Alan releasing her reluctantly. Rose followed her out.
John stepped in. “It’s time to ask what you really know about sex, I think.”
Alan grimaced. “Only what I’ve seen on video.”
Carl joined them. “From the looks of things, you’ve made an impression, and you’re gonna fuck.” He eyed John. “Remember our first times?”
“Yeah.” John turned his attention on Alan. “Look, man, you’re gonna last about three milliseconds. It’s just how it is. You’ll be worked up and you’ve got blue balls and it just won’t last. We both had the same thing happen. I dunno if Alison knows how to fix it, but there are a couple of ways.”
“Okay...” Alan eyed him.
“If she’s smart, she’ll blow you,” Carl stepped in. “If she isn’t, then you handle it.”
“How?”
“Simple! You keep going! How many loads do you figure you’ve got stored up?”
Alan snorted. “Four? Six?”
“See? You just keep it coming. No problem!”
“Okay, yeah, I get that. Do you really think it’s gonna happen?”
John chuckled. “From what I saw of you two dancing, I’d say that unless you REALLY fuck up, it’s a done deal! So, look – have you eaten pussy?”
Alan shook his head. “Never even been close. Videos. I have some idea.”
“Don’t let it put you off. If she’ll suck your dick, you can eat pussy. And once you get a nose full of that smell, you’ll be rarin’ to go! Last, but not least, if you want to be a legend between the sheets, it’s all about lasting long enough to get HER off, and if you’ve warmed her up with a little lick, the job is three-quarters done!”
“Confidence carries things,” Carl declared. “I know you’ve seen that. No means no, but she’s got to say it and mean it, and I don’t think you’re gonna hear it.”
“Got rubbers?” John asked.
“Three.”
“I’d be willing to bet that she’s on the pill, but you ASK! That one wants an old man, BAD, and you don’t want to get trapped into it! If you decide that she’s what you’re looking for, that’s one thing. Getting stuck with a kid is another!”
“What do you think?” Alan asked.
“I wouldn’t want her,” John said distantly.
“She’s too heavy for John’s taste,” Carl pointed out. “So is Rose. But you’re gonna want something padded, because you don’t have any.” Alan was virtually cadaverous. “I think her attitude comes from getting told, ‘No way!’ again and again. You’ve already made a serious impression. You need to stay on top, but I think she’ll be happy to hook you up with pretty much anything you want. Is there something about her that you don’t like?”
“Nothing yet. The start was slow, but we got there. She doesn’t seem real smart.”
“Do you need the competition, or do you need a piece at home, handling the household?” Carl asked. “She’s got common sense, I bet. Do you?” he chided.
“Yeah, okay. Good point.” Alan hunched his shoulders, embarrassed.
“Maybe she’s girlfriend material. Maybe she’s just a fuck. You’ll learn a few things tonight, I bet,” John declared.
“Yeah.”
“He’s HUGE!” Alison declared, bug-eyed.
“He is?” Rose was surprised.
“Well, John is pretty sure that he doesn’t know what he’s doing,” Suzanne replied.
“You couldn’t prove it by me!”
“Well, you weren’t QUITE fucking!” Rose simpered.
“If John’s right, you can teach him to do it the way you like it.” Suzanne’s eyelids drooped.
“I’m not sure I know how I like it!” Alison wasn’t a virgin, but her experiences weren’t anything to write home about.
“Then be open-minded, I guess,” Rose replied. “We’ll go back to my place after dinner, and you guys can go as far as you like.”
“Okay.”
At dinner, Alan bragged, “I’ve got a full-ride scholarship to CalTech.”
“If you’re on a scholarship, I guess you couldn’t get married for a while,” Suzanne murmured, giving voice to a thought that had been percolating in her mind.
All three males went bug-eyed! “Wh-what?” Alan gasped.
“I’m just saying!” Suzanne defended herself.
Carl cocked an eyebrow at John, who responded with, “We’ll just have to live with each other for a while.” Suzanne merely nodded; she’d gotten what she was looking for from the comment.
“I would have had to live in the dorms for a year, but I’ll be a sophomore,” Alan ventured.
“That’s nice.” Alison smiled. Alan’s eyes popped and he concentrated on his plate for a bit.
Dinner complete, the women ran the men out of the kitchen to clean up.
“Gawd, Suze! Marriage?” Rose yelped.
“Well?” Suzanne retorted, “John didn’t blink.”
“Oh, yes he did!” It was a chorus from the other two!
“He had an answer, though, didn’t he?”
The others nodded agreement.
“So, hey, that Suzanne has it in for you!” Alan teased John.
“That’s not as awful as you think,” John shot back. “I know pretty much where she wants to be and what she’ll do to be there.”
“None of them are in high school,” Carl pointed out. “They’ve all been out there in the real world and they know what it’s like. If anything, it’s going to be us who have unrealistic expectations. The college thing is going to be an aggravation to them, but it’s an investment.”
“College girls will be competition,” Alan pointed out.
“Yeah.” Carl’s eyelids drooped. “Rose is gonna double down to make sure they aren’t a problem.”
John just went, “Heh.”
“I haven’t even done anything with Alison yet,” Alan noted.
“Except have sex standing up!” Carl chuckled. “I saw the expression on her face when you sucked on her neck. You’ve made an impression. Alison isn’t gonna draw a crowd, and she knows it. You’ve put her on the Happiness Train, and she isn’t gonna want to get off. It’s gonna be up to you to push her off, if you don’t want her, and the longer you take to decide to do it, the worse it’s gonna hurt her. If you’re not feeling the magic after tonight, you need to tell her, ‘Thanks, but no thanks,’ and be gentle about it. Even then, she might wail some.”
“That’s heavy!” Alan exclaimed.
“Having a real woman is. Maybe you want to back off and go back to the minors!” Carl chided.
“You know, I can tell the difference already,” Alan replied.
“Yeah,” Carl agreed. “They’ve got their shit together. Mommy and Daddy aren’t supporting them. They know what they’re looking for, and it isn’t some vague romantic thing. It’s love, but there’s more to it, a practical side.”
“She’s not beautiful.”
“Objectively? No. But there’s beautiful and there’s beautiful. Are you gonna bring down a movie star or a beauty pageant contestant? No. Is she good enough? You have to look at the total package, too. Is she gonna be your better half? Is she gonna back your play and cover your ass? It’s easier to tell with this bunch. High school girls MIGHT talk the talk, but they aren’t prepared to walk the walk. They haven’t been there and don’t know how it is.”
“Good points,” Alan mused. “She IS kinda cute. Sorta like a guinea pig. She does this wriggle.”
“Um, yeah, okay.” John popped his eyes. Carl just grinned.
“Why are they dating us? Are they desperate?”
Carl eyed him. “Realistic, more like. What do you think they got for dates in high school?”
Alan frowned, thinking about it. “Jack shit.”
“And college?”
“Fucked over.”
“More than once!” John interjected.
“Now, they’re working, and workplace romance is an HR issue. What does that leave?”
Alan’s eyes went glassy. “Bar flies, creeps, and losers.”
“Right,” Carl agreed. “We’re Grade C for high school girls, but with them, the grading scale has been sliding south. We’re B plus, at least, and their only competition has no idea what they’re doing. We’re interested, so they’re operating above their market! That’s going to lead to some serious commitment!”
“So, Alison is gonna put up with the college thing?”
“If you give her reason to!”
“I can’t believe that Suzanne put that marriage thing out there!”
“Suzanne has an inferiority complex a yard wide,” John related. “She wants to hear that she’s my woman – in public, if possible.”
“And?”
John’s eyelids drooped. “She’s my woman. I like it like that.” The three of them grinned at each other.
Soon after, the other two couples headed for Rose’s, leaving Suzanne and John to their private pursuits. They were walking, and Rose and Carl held hands, so Alan offered a sweaty one which Alison took. On arrival, Rose offered soft drinks and waved Alison into her kitchen.
“Sodas?” Alison asked, eyeing her girlfriend askance.
“They shouldn’t drink,” Rose pointed out. “Their parents would shit and it would be an excuse for them to forbid them to be with us. If you think about it, it’s a good thing.”
“Why?”
“Do you WANT to be pawed by a drunk?”
“Now that you mention it, no.”
“Okay, then.”
In the living room, Carl puzzled out Rose’s stereo and waved for Alan to help him move the coffee table out of the way.
“Remember birth control,” he admonished. “I don’t know this woman.”
“She wouldn’t be that stupid, would she?”
“It’s what you’re looking for versus what she’s looking for. Women don’t look for a quick fuck. Something you hear out there is that women will trade sex for a relationship, while guys will trade a relationship for sex. You need to know how far you want to go, because she’s going to be evaluating you as the forever guy, and babies are the reason. Rose wants a baby, BAD! I know this, and I’m gonna give her one, but we have to wait, obviously. I don’t know where Alison sits in that area, and if you want more than one piece from her, the subject is gonna come up. But I guarantee you that she’s looking for romance, not a quick fuck.”
“This is heavy,” Alan muttered, “I haven’t even been there!”
“I hadn’t either, with Rose,” Carl replied, “but you need to take a serious look at what she’s offering and what the competition is offering.”
“Which is nothing.”
“Exactly. But she’s gonna want her end, and that comes as commitment, not a big dick. If you can’t go there, don’t lie about it; back out. But I think I saw some romance there at Suzanne’s.”
“Yeah.” Alan couldn’t argue that.
By then, the women had returned, and it was again time to dance.
None of the participants felt that it was necessary to be standoffish. The feel of Alison’s soft but firm flesh under his hands, the nipple bumps boring into his chest, and the way she used his erection as a pivot point for her lower body had Alan’s full attention, and the unaccustomed feel of his rangy body and stiff cock did the same for Alison. With the example of Rose and Carl before them – and THEY were operating wide-open, kissing, caressing and fondling – Alan got braver and braver with his lips and hands, mauling big handfuls of her ass while his lips and tongue moved from hers to electrify her neck and then back to her mouth.
It didn’t take much of this before both couples were ready to move on. Carl transmitted his readiness with a look. Rose touched Alan’s shoulder, breaking his near-total concentration on Alison.
“The couch folds out and the mattress has sheets and blankets on it. Do you think you’re going to need anything?”
“Uh, no?” Alan shot Alison a look.
“Alison knows where everything is. You guys have fun!”
With that, Rose tugged Carl off by the wrist. Carl just grinned at the other couple.
“You wanna dance some more?” Alan asked.
“Let’s sit on the couch.”
The couple settled in and made the adjustment. Sitting on the couch presented Alan with different surfaces to molest with his hands, but he started out reticent. The example provided by Rose and Carl was lacking, for one thing. Breathless from a kiss, Alison insisted, “I’m not easy,” which slowed him down further, as he wasn’t experienced enough to realize that the objection was pro forma and that ‘but you can keep going’ was there, unspoken. After a bit, Alison gasped, “Is something wrong?”
A direct answer was all Alan could come up with. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Alison held his eyes. “Don’t let me stop you!” She reached out and started tugging his shirt up over his head.
‘Why did she say she wasn’t easy if we’re gonna fuck?’ he wondered, referring to her earlier protest as he lifted his arms and let her draw his shirt off, then, seeing her look of expectation, started peeling her out of her blouse. ‘I’ll figure it out later, maybe.’ Alison was leaning up, clearly intent on having him discover the intricacies of her bra hooks; he had better things to do.
‘If I want him to get there, I can’t confuse him like that,’ Alison mused, ‘He just doesn’t have the experience.’ Alan was holding her eyes while he telegraphed a manual attack on her left breast. Alison was plenty aroused enough to appreciate the effort so she raised her chest, presenting it. Confidence surged in him, and he collected the orb gently and instinctively began mauling the nipple, eliciting a soft gasp. The way Alison’s pupils dilated generated a smile in him and he bored in for another fiery kiss.
The couple moved on, Alison dropping over onto her back and Alan covering her. The next move was Alison’s, and unmistakable: she undid Alan’s pants and started pushing them down over his hips.
‘No time like the present,’ Alan mused as he popped up to shove them down and off. “I’ve, uh, got rubbers.”
“I’m on the pill,” Alison replied, rolling up and turning to stand facing away. “Get my zipper?” Alan stopped working his way out of his pants to waddle forward and unzip her skirt. “I think we should open the couch now,” she added breathlessly.
“Okay.” Romance came to a momentary halt while Alan puzzled out the couch mechanism and they got the thing open. Once it was done, Alison threw herself on it and raised her arms in invitation, whereupon they resumed making out, both down to underwear.
After a bit, Alan got brave enough to move his lips to Alison’s chest, sucking in a nipple. Fully aroused, Alison moaned and held him in place with a hand on the back of his head.
“Chew it a little,” she gasped. “Gentle. Yessss.” The sensations were building. She was going to orgasm without his cock in her!
‘This is a lot easier than I thought it would be!’ Alan shifted a bit and started caressing her thighs, and they drifted apart. She was still wearing panties, but Alan assumed – correctly– that he could work through them. He started rubbing her pussy with three fingers, finding the lump of her erect clit and worrying it.
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