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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 wake 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, " 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.  Rick 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 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
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