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Piracy
by Lord Malinov
<malinov@mindless.com>

~~~

Pamela always makes me feel like I'm trying to get away with
something.  I have never been easy about her being mine, as though she
isn't or won't be or both.  Whenever I'm with her, it's like the cops
are coming up the stairs.  

Pamela's damn pretty, a real treasure, huge piles of gold and gems and
pearls.  She's so much more attractive than any other girl I've dated
that I've never felt in control.  Maybe I don't really deserve her.  I
felt it the first time I stole a kiss from those ruby lips.  I was
almost shocked I hadn't been slapped, surprised that no thugs had
stormed in to teach me my place.  

But I'm a rogue at heart and I didn't let my fears of being pinched
stop me.  So Pamela might suddenly woke up to reality.  So she might
take a good look at me and run screaming from my bed.  I knew it was
worth taking my chances.  If she took off, I'd still have a treasure
chest stuffed with memories of her slick golden booty.  I'd be rich
with visions of her big tits and sweet ass.  I could probably survive
years of lonely heartache just remembering what I'd lost.  

Of course, I used all my skills to avoid wrecking our ship of dreamy
pleasures, even if I did believe she'd leave me swinging from the
gallows.  I steered carefully, doing my best to enchant Pamela with
loyalty and devotion and puppy-dog attentiveness.  The waters grew
dangerous, reefs loomed all around us.  I worried that Pamela was
growing bored with me, but  I sailed on, pretending not to see the
storm clouds up ahead.  

One evening, as we snuggled together on the couch, flipping channels,
I happened across an old black and white film.  Just as I thought to
flip again, Pamela pulled me close, a bit of loving I didn't dare to
forsake, so I let the television linger on the nautical romance.  A
sturdy and officious ship's Captain was transporting a lovely lady
away from some dangerous place.  Pamela purred as she watched the
sailor and his passenger disagree.  The heroine, of course, did not
appreciate the Captain's insistence on escorting her home.  Still
almost a child, the young lady adamantly preferred the delicious
excitement of a savage New World to the necessary boredom of the Old.


A sailor in the rigging shouted.  An unrecognized ship closed in.  The
captain shouted orders and a host of cannons fired.  The heroine
gasped as she recognized the fluttering skull and crossbones.  Pirates
swarmed the ship.  Blades flashed and clattered.  A strikingly
handsome pirate slashed his way past the dutiful Captain to find the
stairs below.  As he flung open the door to her cozy cabin, his cruel
intent became obvious.  The pirate meant to steal the frightened girl
away.  Pamela's arousal at this moment was more than obvious.  I
became irritated.

"Pirates were butchers," I insisted, trying to substitute realism for
romance.  "If this were a true history, that woman would be raped."

"Might be worth it," Pamela said in a sultry whisper.  The sounds of
battle raged above, but the pirate confronted the heroine with calm
arrogance.  The noble woman seemed torn between fear, disdain and
uncontrollable attraction.  Pamela pushed down her shorts and attacked
her pussy with nimble fingers, lost in the spell of the romance.
"He's so fucking sexy," she sighed.

"I can't believe you," I muttered.  It angered me to see that Pamela
could be so incredibly foolish in her taste, but at the same time I
was undeniably aroused watching her tease her burning pink cunt.
Forgetting the film, I stared at Pamela's doings, watching her labia
blossom as dew drops glistened on her cunt's thick petals.  "He's a
beast," I snarled, "a scoundrel.  He'll just use her, fuck her, and
steal the best part of her.  An animal like that won't be satisfied
until he's completely destroyed her."

Pamela moaned under my abrasive litany, until she tossed her head and
loudly came.  It was more than I could stand.  I pushed my prick into
her mouth, glad to hush her up.

It was a few days later when we went to see some of my friends.
Pamela looked delicious as she put the finishing touches on her pretty
face.  I moved in behind her, and nibbled her neck.  I gently cupped
her bare breasts in my hands and whispered in her ear, "Let's forget
the party and stay home."  I thought I was being sweet, suggesting
that an evening of intimacy would offer more pleasure than seeing the
gang.

"You're so boring," Pamela said, rolling her eyes and pulling away
from my tender kisses.  "If you don't want to go out, fine.  I'll go
without you."  She walked away, piqued at my suggestion.  Pamela
strode beautifully naked to her dresser and pulled on a pair of
delicate white panties.  She looked back at me disdainfully.  "I'm
sure I could find someone to play with," she said.

"Not on your life," I said arrogantly.  "You're mine."

The evening began as a nightmare.  I was outraged to discover that the
only three of my buddies there had neglected to bring their ladies.
Of course, Pamela loved it.  To make matters worse, I had my jealousy
on my sleeve.  I picked a fight with Scott when he offered to get
Pamela a drink.  I cursed at Jake when he told her she was pretty.
Naturally, the more possessively I behaved, the more Pamela seemed to
enjoy distancing herself from me.  

All in all, things were going pretty badly when Rick stopped by.  I
couldn't believe that he hadn't brought a date.  Ric was  a perfect
specimen of that tall, well-groomed, black-haired breed of dog and
always had a new girl on his arm.  This night, he was alone.   Pamela
couldn't keep her eyes off of him.  I seethed with rage.  The ship
tossed in the wild tempest, heading blindly for the rocks.

"Stop acting like such a child," Pamela complained when I cornered her
in the kitchen.  "I'm just having some fun."

Giving in to my impotence, I nestled myself in a big easy chair, and
let my emotions burn as I watched my pretty girlfriend flirting with
the guys.  Pamela changed the music in the stereo and started to dance
while everyone sat watching. Her indecent behavior incensed me and yet
I couldn't help feeling proud.  Pamela was a tramp, but she was an
incredibly sexy one.  A button on her blouse came undone as she shook
her tits toward a Kevin who blushed in self-conscious lust.  For a
moment I considered grabbing Pamela and trying to force her to go
home, but I knew I couldn't succeed in coercing Pamela into anything.
I wanted control, but she had it and as long as her beauty had me
under its spell, there wasn't a damn thing I could do.  Her dance sent
erotic sparks flying, as she thrust her pelvis and kicked her legs.  I
licked my lips.  Pamela's hard nipples poked against her shirt.

Rick, forever bold, went over to dance beside Pamela.  She gave me a
provocative glare, daring me to say something, but I only smiled.  The
scene began to intoxicate me, and all my rage turned into something
else.  Pamela's sweet body moved in synchronous rhythm with his.  Rick
danced skillfully, a necessary attribute for a successful dog, and
Pamela giggled with delight.  Placing his hands on her hips, Rick
raised her skirt slowly until we could all see her tight white
panties.  Scott hooted.  Pamela pushed her skirt back down.  Rick
danced behind her, pulling her ass against his jeans, lifting her
skirt again as the opportunity arose.  

I stood up and walked over to Pamela.  Her blue eyes shone with fear
and excitement.  As Rick saw me approaching, he relinquished his grip
on her waist.  I took hold of Pamela's blouse and in a sudden pull,
ripped the buttons off.  

"Oh, my," she moaned. I could sense her arousal and strength surged
through my veins.  I pushed the shirt down to her elbows, exposing her
tits.  The creamy melons stood up proudly, lifted high by her white
lace brassiere.  Pamela instinctively brought her hands up to cover
her breasts.  She looked into my eyes which I could feel blazing with
infernal fire.  Pamela unfastened the clasp between her big boobs.
Her nipples were tight and dark.  The song ended and for a silent
moment, everyone held their breath.

"Let's get her, mates," I said with a sneer.  Pamela groaned.  The
scent of her musk filled the room.  I squeezed her big tits hungrily.
Rick resumed his placed behind Pamela and without any coyness pulled
her skirt up to her waist.  Pamela struggled to get her blouse off.
Rick yanked her panties down.

Music surged as the next song began, a pounding drum and bass beat
which was all-too-well-suited to the throb of blood through our
lust-crazed veins.  Pamela always looked beautiful, but when she
dripped with excitement, when her eyes grew sultry with desire, when
her cunt steamed into a ruddy pink blossom, it was impossible not to
want her.  She tugged at my fly as Rick knelt to run his tongue along
her snatch.  Pamela couldn't help but love the attention she drew from
men's cocks.  She sucked on mine as Rick tickled her clit with a kiss

We were on her like a pack of scurvy pirates.  Scott gave a
low-hanging tit a hearty squeeze.  Rick teased her cunt with one hand
while he released his dark prick with the other.  Pamela paused in her
sucking to look up at me, letting me see the cringe of delight as she
felt the thick cock plunge in behind her.  Rick pushed her forward and
the lady drank my dick deep.

We took her by turns, shooting off as she moaned.  Scott came in her
mouth and Jake showered her tits.  Rick did her cunt fiercely and
filled Pamela up.  Kevin maneuvered her lean body over him into a hot
sixty-nine, and he sucked on her pussy while she gobbled his dick.
Jake fetched us some beers and we watched these two go at each other.
Pamela looked hotter than I had imagined she could.  After some hungry
attacks on Kevin's sturdy rod, Pamela teased me with an enticing look
in my direction.  She motioned her partner to stay while she turned
and straddling the blusher, slipped his cock easily into her hot hole.
She rode Kevin at a furious, energized pace, her hands on his chest,
her tits bouncing wild.

I left my seat to move in behind her.  "Steady as she goes," I said,
putting a hand on her shoulder.  "Pamela, love, your ass is mine," I
growled.  Pamela slowed to a walk, lifting her bottom in gentle
strides, teasing the prick in her cunt with slow juicy licks.  She
hesitated as I placed my stiff cock against the soft dimple of her
asshole.  

"Yes," she screamed wildly as I pushed my way in.

With two cocks inside her, Pamela went mad in her lust, writhing,
screaming foul curses, kissing Kevin blindly, surrendering herself to
the surging rhythm of our fuck.  Pamela stole a glance over at Jake
and Scott and Rick as they stroked their staffs hard in enthusiastic
applause.  Her moans came from down deep and erupted finally in a
thrashing of intense squealing orgasms.  I love the way she comes.  I
fired my cannon deep up her ass.

The fucking continued like any good fight, until the last shot had
been fired.  The deck was soon littered with the prone figures of
brave warriors who had steadfastly given their all.  Eventually the
lusty night waned, and the first rays of dawn peered over the horizon.
I opened my eyes to find Pamela clinging possessively to me, her
beautiful naked body pressed firmly to mine.

"Come, my lovely booty," I said, teasing a long lock of hair off her
cheek.  "Let's set sail home."

"Aye, aye, Captain," my fair treasure whispered.  "I'm yours to
command." 

~~~
Piracy
by Lord Malinov
<malinov@mindless.com>

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Power belongs to those who dare. . . Sapere Aude


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