A Sea Captain Finds The Grotto.

Based on the work of BradentonLarry, in 6 parts.  Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Once

they had finally reached the beach they were ready to take a nice rest.

Seeing the rocky terrain that would keep them from easily proceeding to

the grotto helped to take a bit of the wind from their sails as well.

So they collapsed on the nearest empty beach blanket and quickly fell

asleep in a cozy little pile. Perhaps because of the relatively high

concentration of XYZ in the ocean, or sea, air, though, they were soon

as randy as they had been at any time in Eros.

They awoke very horny,

and the nearby guys were more than happy to help out. Don was surprised

at how thick and hard his cock was even after the vigorous orgasm he had

just had – both in Toshia's sweet pussy and all over her back. He

thought he would go over to offer himself to Shelonda's mouth, but just

then was distracted as a woman sauntered toward them on her way down to

the water.

She

was a leggy blonde, with long, wavy hair of gold, a phenomenal, curvy

body with amazing tits, and her face... Don was certain he recognized

her from somewhere. Noticing his attention, the woman smiled broadly at

him and gave him a merry wink. Suddenly Don knew exactly where he had

seen her. She was a model on The Price is Right back

in what he thought of as the real world. He spent a long moment

standing there stunned, before making the obvious choice and turning to

follow the gorgeous blonde down to the water. He admired the way her

hips swayed as she made her way to the water, and then continued to wade

in. When she was up to her waist, which Don thought was a shame since

he could no longer see her shapely ass, she dove forward and under the

water.

Don

was up to his knees in the surprisingly warm water by the time she

resurfaced, emerging from the water like Aphrodite, her thick hair

darkened and hanging around her radiant face and water glistening as it

ran off her shoulders and full breasts. She smiled again to Don, who

hastened to wade in further. She waited for him, her nipples just above

the water line. She batted her long lashes at him as he came up close

enough to say, "Hello."

She unleashed that dazzling smile again, and said, "Hello there. Have we met?"

"Not really, no," he almost stammered.

"Well,

I'm Rachel," she continued to smile, as Don felt her hand touching his

hip under the water and then move directly to his cock, which was the

hardest it had ever been. Don also felt quite sure that it was bigger

than it used to be.

"I know," Don smiled back, moving closer and gently grasping her waist under the water.

"You

do?" She leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips and then moved in

even closer, brushing her lips over Don's collar bone and then along

the side of his neck. Her grasp on his straining penis was tight as she

pulled on it.

"Yes..."

Don shuddered a bit. His hands moved around her waist to slide down her

lower back and then to hold her behind tightly. "Someone told me your

name."

Releasing

her hold on his prick, Rachel slipped her arms around his neck and

looked into his eyes. Her wonderfully full breasts were pressed against

Don's chest as she asked, "Who?"

"It was a long time ago," Don smiled, "and far away."

She cocked her head to the side a bit, her smile a bit thoughtful, before she said, "Well, it's very nice to meet you..."

"Don,"

he said. He lifted her up as she pulled herself up and jumped a bit in

the water, wrapping her perfect, long legs around his waist.

Rachel

managed to get her hand down between them, took hold of his straining

prick, and positioned it just right. As she sank downward, enveloping

him in her warm, welcoming embrace, she said, "Well, it's very nice to

meet you, Don."

Up

to his chest in the XYZ sea, Don held on to the gorgeous Rachel,

helping to raise and lower her as she slowly rode up and down on his

thick and steely hard cock. Her lush, full breasts moved against his

chest. His hands held her firm ass cheeks tightly. Their mouths met in a

heated kiss that quickly grew in passion, their tongues slipping past

each other's lips and teeth. Rachel worked herself on Don's shaft and

against his body with increasing enthusiasm. The water splashed against

and between them as she pushed up and then slammed down on him again and

again. Rachel let out a low growl, and then bit Don's lower lip. Don's

fingers squeezed her ass tighter, and he groaned deeply.

"Oh fuck!" Rachel called out. "Oh fuck yes! I'm going to cum so hard! Goddamn, fuck, yes! Fuck me!"

Then

Rachel was holding on to him tightly in the water, pushing herself down

on his rigid member, as she shook and trembled with what seemed to Don

to be a very intense orgasm that rolled on and on. At some point she

sank her teeth into his shoulder, but he barely noticed. Instead, he was

intent on enjoying the moment – having this radiant beauty in his arms,

wrapped around him and impaled on his cock.

Eventually,

she pulled back a little and smiled at him again, this time actually

blushing a little. She kissed him again and said, "That was wonderful,

Don. I'm very glad to have met you. Maybe we should move into shallower

water."

"Gladly!"

Don grinned, and without letting her off his prick, he turned around in

the water and began to carry her toward the beach.

Rachel

laughed and kissed him again. It was a friendly buss that quickly

became passionate, as she held onto to him tightly. When the water was

only up to his mid-calf, Don very slowly knelt down, and then carefully

lowered Rachel back into the shallow water, being careful to keep

himself inside her. Her hair spread out around her head in the water, as

Don lay over her and began to fuck in and out of her steadily. They

kissed again as their bodies moved together in the light surf. Rachel's

hands moved over his wet body until they found his butt and then began

to pull him into her forcefully.

Don

paused for a moment to lift her long legs up out of the water and put

them on his shoulders. Rachel grinned up at him and cupped her tits in

her hands, squeezing them and pinching her nipples, which were very hard

and red. Don smiled down at her and proceeded to fuck her pussy

vigorously, the XYZ-water splashing around them, and especially where

their bodies were joined in sex.

"God, yes!" Rachel exclaimed. "Fuck me just like that! It feels so good! Fuck my cunt, Don!"

Don

was rather amused that this gorgeous model would be so enthusiastic,

and have such a dirty-talk streak, but was far too intent on working his

cock in and out of her to laugh. Instead he slammed into her roughly,

letting the water absorb the violence of their fucking, and losing

himself in the carnal pleasure of her pussy squeezing and pulling at him

and the visual stimulation of the beautiful woman lying in the water

beneath him with her eyes half-closed in rising pleasure, a sexy smile

on her lips and her luscious tits in her hands.

"Ah! Yes!" she cried out. "I'm going to cum again! Fill my pussy with your cum!"

Don

was only too happy to oblige. He fucked her hard with short, deep

strokes, and then, just as she threw her head back and her body arched

up out of the water, he felt his cock swelling and then exploding deep

into Rachel, spewing a thick fountain of cum up inside her. Don pushed

up into her as she groaned loudly and her pussy squeezed his cock again

and again, and as he pumped jet after jet of cum into her pussy and

womb. His head swam with the intensity of his long orgasm.

When

he opened his eyes and looked down, Rachel was lying still, eyes

closed, hands holding her breasts and a beatific smile on her face.

Slowly, she opened her beautiful eyes and breathed, "Wow!"

"Indeed!"

Don grinned. He let her legs slide off his shoulders and into the

water, and then leaned down over her to give her another kiss. His cock

was still very hard and gave no indication that it was inclined to

soften any time soon, but he suspected Rachel might need a little break.

The

quiet pause was interrupted though, by Shelonda's voice calling out,

"There you are, Don!" This was followed by splashing and laughter as

Toshia, Shelonda and the three men ... no, now there were four ... they

had been playing with found their way into the water.

Shortly,

after introductions, and after Toshia and Shelonda had plunged into the

water, things quickly developed into a surf-washed orgy. The blonde guy

Toshia had been sucking earlier was now sitting in the water, as

Shelonda straddled his lap riding up and down on his thick cock. Rachel

was on her hands and knees, water up to the middle of her firm thighs,

and her breasts dipping into the sea, while she was taken from behind by

the new guy, a fit black male with mocha skin, and the Arabic fellow

who had been fucking Toshia earlier worked his cock in and out of her

lovely mouth. Toshia was kneeling in the water, leaning back against the

black guy Shelonda had been with earlier. He had one arm wrapped around

Toshia's upper body, squeezing her right tit in his left hand, while

the fingers of his right hand reached down to play with her clit, all

while he worked his rather large cock slowly in and out of her pussy

from behind. Don, who had a mind to convince Toshia's current playmate

to shift to her ass so he could enter her pussy from the front, moved

over to stand in front of her. He was about to bend down to kiss her,

but she saw him and grabbed for his achingly hard cock, pulling it to

her mouth as she leaned forward a bit.

Don

smiled down at his best friend and lover as she eagerly took him into

her mouth. He brushed a few wet strands of her hair out of her face as

she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and began to move her

mouth up and down it, quickly easing it down into her throat, bit by

bit. Taking her head gently in his hands, Don began to rock his hips,

fucking her mouth and throat, and just enjoyed the sensations of this

exquisite blow job. He glanced over at Shelonda and Rachel, then down at

Toshia, quite happy with this visit to the beach. Then Don glanced out,

over the head of the guy who was now quite vigorously fucking Toshia

from behind. Out there on the water was a large dark shape, quite

obviously a sailing vessel. Don thought it looked like a corsair, or

some such ship. (Nautical issues were never Don's forte.) It was clearly

sailing toward shore, and gave every appearance of making for

Rendezvous.

Don

couldn't see any indication that the ship might be a threat, so I

decided to wait until there was some kind of a break in the action

before drawing Toshia's attention to it. However, he did keep a periodic

eye on it as she continued to pull and suck on his almost painfully

hard prick. Eventually, the guy behind Toshia had his big hands around

her waist and was raising and lowering her vigorously, and she was

obliged to let Don out of her mouth. Instead, she held on to his cock,

and whimpered happily at the serious fucking she was receiving. Toshia

cried out loudly as the big cock inside her erupted with a thick

fountain of cum. Don bent down and kissed Toshia as the guy gently

withdrew and backed up.

"How do you want me, stud?" Toshia smiled.

"Well,

as good as that sounds..." Don directed her attention over to his

right, where the sailing ship had dropped anchor and was lowering

several longboats over the side.

Toshia

washed herself again, and they waited for Shelonda to have a

particularly ear-splitting orgasm, as the longboats were rowed toward

shore, making for what seemed to be low docks in the rockier part of the

coastline between the beach and the mouth of the river. They said

goodbye to Rachel and the guys (who quickly and happily ganged up on the

cheerful blonde model) and headed back up the beach blankets. As Don

and the girls gathered their belongings, without bothering to put on

more than their shoes, they could see groups of people disembarking from

the boats. These people climbed up over the rocks and headed for

Rendezvous. Don thought they moved together more like a bunch of

tourists on a cruise than any kind of threat. Once each longboat had

discharged its passengers, the few remaining crew headed back out to the

ship.

"Maybe

we can get them to take us to the Grotto," Don explained to Shelonda as

they set off to intercept at least one of the shore parties.

Captain Sage and the sailors.

It

was easy enough to follow the groups, particularly since they were

making no effort at all to be stealthy. It seemed that all of them were

heading for a large wooden building on the water-side edge of

Rendezvous. It looked like nothing so much as a big, solid tavern, and

the hanging sign outside the door suggested just as much.

Pausing

there to hastily throw on their clothes, they eyed the sign with some

confusion. There were no words, and the sign featured a foaming flagon

with prominent human breasts, and a rigid cock rising up out of the

foam.

"It's a tavern sign, alright, but I have no idea what the name might be," Don mused.

"The Booby Mug?" Toshia offered.

"The Foaming Cock?" Shelonda suggested, a bit weakly.

Another

shore party came up then. As had seemed to be the case with the others,

this was all men. They were wearing simple, short, pants – breeches,

really – and few of them bothered with shirts. They were all tanned and

muscular, and a bit on the weathered side for denizens of Eros. For as

much as they resembled the crew of an eighteenth century sailing, or

outright pirate, vessel, they also seemed to be rather clean and

well-behaved, if boisterous.

Even if they hadn't had an ulterior motive, our heroes would have been drawn into the tavern just out of curiosity.

Crossing

the threshold was like crossing into another world, or at least milieu.

On the outside, the late afternoon sun lit a cheerful seaside sex

resort. On the inside, was a relatively dark great room lit by many,

many candles. There were long, heavy tables in the middle of the room, a

scattering of round tables off the various sides, and a big bar. In

addition to the newly arrived seamen (and Don could see no seawomen),

there were several actual barmaids – busty, unsurprisingly, and fully

clothed, surprisingly, though they did each display generous cleavage –

working behind the bar and moving around the sudden influx of

"customers". While they seemed to be giving the bar maids plenty of

attention, the seamen were primarily concentrating on ordering drinks

from the bar.

Since

arriving in Eros, Don had not seen anyone drink anything but water, but

the drink being handed out to the men was clearly not water. For one

thing, each flagon was capped with a foaming head. Leading the way

toward the bar, Don managed to stop a bar maid with an armful of flagons

and asked, "What is that drink?"

"'Tis

grog, sir," she said with a tone that implied, "of course." She smiled

and handed a flagon to Don before hurrying off to pass out the rest of

her bounty to the seamen.

The

"grog" smelled like a cross between mead and beer, and tasted like a

sweet beer, which made sense. There was no alcoholic aftertaste, though.

"Hey,

pass that around, Professor," Toshia laughed as she took the flagon

from him. After a cautious sip, she promptly took a much longer drink.

"Yum, now that's good stuff!"

As Shelonda took her turn, Don turned to the closest seaman, and tapped him on the shoulder. "Excuse me."

"Aye?" the fellow turned to Don with a quizzical eye and the beginning of a smile.

"Hello, my name is Don, and these are my friends Toshia and Shelonda."

"Yar, good day to ye ladies," the man grinned with a definitely twinkle in his eye. "I be Joseph."

"I take it that you're the crew of the ship that just anchored offshore?"

"Har! Wouldn't do to anchor on shore, now, would it?"

Don chuckled, and said, "No, it wouldn't. Who would I talk to about arranging passage to the Grotto of Ishtar?"

Joseph,

who was more than a little distracted by Shelonda's breasts, took a

short moment and then said, "Oh, for that kind of thing, ye'll be

wanting to talk to the cap'n."

"Excellent," Don smiled broadly. "Where can I find the captain?"

"Oh,

the cap'n'll be along shortly," Joseph said with some effort at

restraining a laugh. One of his companions overheard his answer and did

burst into a loud guffaw.

"Thank

you," Don nodded with a frown. He turned to talk to Toshia, but she had

wandered off a bit. She was now talking with a couple of the other

crewmen, who were quite happy to give her their undivided attention and

to share their flagons of grog with her. Shelonda was still standing

nearby, but was returning Joseph's flirtatious glances while

occasionally drinking from the flagon Toshia had left in her care.

Noticing Don's attention, Shelonda smiled broadly and repeated, "This is good stuff!"

"That's

good," Don nodded with a bit of concern. Apparently the grog was some

kind of intoxicant – the first they had come across in Eros – and Don

was a bit wary about mysterious consequences. He resolved to abstain

from grog, as something of a designated adventurer.

"Ye've got a lovely figure," Joseph said to Shelonda.

"Thank you," she smiled and sidled over a bit closer.

Don

stepped back to get a little further out of the way. Looking around, he

guessed that there were about twenty crewmen in the tavern, but there

was no sign of anyone who might be the captain, or even an officer.

Meanwhile, he saw that Toshia was now half sitting, half leaning on the

edge of one of the big tables. She had a flagon of grog in her right

hand, and was running her left along the taut, tanned bicep of one

sailor, while a second man leaned in on her right to talk with her.

Looking

back to Shelonda, Don saw that Joseph had drawn her with him over to a

chair at a side table. Don watched as Joseph pulled her into his lap and

very efficiently exposed her full breasts. She laughed as he said

something and began pinching and teasing her nipples.

Over

against the big table, Toshia was making out with the man on her left,

who seemed to have his hand up between her legs and under her skirt. The

man on her right looked like he had lowered his mouth to her breast on

that side. In another moment, Toshia had set her flagon down on the

table a bit to the side and behind her, so that she could busy her hands

with reaching into the pants of the two men.

"Can I get you a drink, sir?" said a pretty bar maid.

"No, thank you," Don smiled, noticing her blue eyes and very inviting cleavage.

"'At your service, sir," she grinned and moved on.

Toshia

was now making out with the man on her right, while the one on her left

was taking his turn at her breast. Don could see his muscular forearm

flexing as he worked his fingers up between Toshia's legs. Toshia had

managed to work their pants down and now, rather obviously, was pulling

on and stroking their cocks.

Don

looked around, found a likely chair, and sat up on the back of it,

putting his feet on the seat. This way, he could better keep an eye on

things. He saw that Shelonda was now kneeling between Joseph's thighs,

and the back of her head was moving up and down in a steady motion that

Don had become quite familiar with. A couple of Joseph's friends were

also watching intently, but apparently patiently.

Toshia

was now leaning back on the table, supported by her left arm, as the

man on her left moved between her legs, pushing himself into her. Toshia

had her right arm around the neck of the man on her right, pulling him

toward her so she could continue to make out with him. Quite a few of

the men were watching this scene, many of them with a flagon in one hand

as they adjusted their own hard-ons. Some had gone so far as to pull

their cocks out and stroke them openly.

Don was finding the urge to stroke his own persistent erection almost irresistible.

Just

then, though, the door opened, letting in a blinding swath of white

sunlight along with a small group of individuals. Squinting, Don saw

three women and a large, naked man who made every other man in the room

look a bit scrawny and weak in comparison. Of the women, though, there

was one who instantly drew Don's attention.

She

swept the room with an imperious look that took in the positions of

every man and woman in the room, including Don, but accorded him no more

attention than anyone else. She had her hands on her hips and stood

there in her calf-hugging high-heeled boots as if she owned the place.

She wore a long dark brown overcoat that almost dragged on the floor

behind her, as well as a black tri-corn hat with a bright red feather

sticking out of the folded up brim atop the coppery red hair that fell

down around her face and shoulders in an unruly tumult. Underneath the

coat, which was thrown open carelessly, her torso was encased in a rust

colored corset that emphasized her charms to undeniable good effect. Her

smooth, muscular thighs disappeared into a rather incongruous red

miniskirt. The hint of a smile on her lips betrayed equal measures of

amusement and contempt. Though she was probably less than a meter and a

half tall, she commanded the room as soon as she entered it. Along with

the Lady and India, she was one of the most palpably sexual creatures

Don had ever seen.

Confident

that this was the captain he had been waiting for, Don took another

moment to look at her a bit more carefully. He noted her long neck, her

fair complexion, the spray of freckles across her cheeks, and the

particularly adorable broad nose, upon which rode the only pair of

glasses he had seen in Eros. As he slid off his chair, Don was vaguely

aware that Shelonda was making happy swallowing noises as Joseph

groaned, and that Toshia was being fucked vigorously on the table in the

center of the room with a gang of men each waiting to take a turn

coupling with her, but he was focused on the woman – the captain – who

was now striding decisively toward a table in the corner of the room,

her little entourage in tow. Don noticed that the crewman in her

vicinity bowed their heads a bit and backed away to give her space.

Whether

or not either of the women with her or the big man noticed him, Don

proceeded as if they weren't there. He ignored them and approached the

table, arriving just as the captain sat down in a high-backed chair with

arms, unlike the other chairs in the room.

"Excuse

me, ma'am," Don said, noticing that it suddenly felt very warm in the

tavern. "I take it that you're the captain of the ship that just

arrived."

"Yar,"

she nodded, as she gave Don a long look. He noticed that her eyes were

gray with a hint of green. "I be Captain Sage of the Maidenhead."

"'Pleased

to meet you, Captain," Don nodded. "My name is Don. I was wondering if I

might arrange a bit of passage aboard your ship for myself and my two

friends."

"The

two wenches entertaining my men?" Don sensed that there was something a

bit less genuine in her piratic accent when compared with Joseph's.

"Aye," Don nodded, unintentionally slipping into the vernacular.

"They do seem enthusiastic," she smiled, perhaps with a bit of disdain.

Don chuckled, "They are that."

"Have a seat, there, Don," Sage said. It was clearly intended as a command.

As

Don drew the indicated chair back and sat down, the big, naked man took

up a position directly behind his captain, and the two women, at whom

Don still hadn't had a good look, arranged themselves to either side of

their leader. Before all of these arrangements were completed a bar maid

hurried up with a platter bearing four flagons of grog.

"Yer not from around here, are ye, Don?" the Captain asked as she took the first choice of the flagons.

"Nay... No, I'm not," Don nodded. "We've come a long way."

She

looked at him from over the brim of her drink as she took a long

swallow. She seemed to be examining him with an amused curiosity.

"Do tell," she said as she lowered her grog.

"Well,

we started out in a place called the Manor," Don responded. "Since

then, well, we've had some ... adventures. We came down the river from

the Resort most recently."

"And before then?"

"Before the Resort?"

"Before the Manor," she corrected, a clearly amused smile on her lips.

"Um,

Florida," Don answered, more than a little taken aback by her question,

which was so atypical among the normal denizens of Eros.

"Yar," Captain Sage nodded. "Ye are a long way from home, Don."

Don

opened his mouth to ask a question, but there was something about her

downright smug expression that made him pause. He wasn't used to being

so off balance. He struggled to work out what it was about this woman

that was throwing him off.

"How be the Lady?" Sage asked idly.

"She is doing well," Don said, "or at least she was last time I saw her."

Sage smiled, for the first time without any hint of contempt or derision, "She's quite a woman."

Don

noticed that her pirate had slipped quite a bit there, but decided to

let it pass without any comment. "She is at that, Captain."

"So, where is it ye be faring, Don?" she asked, her piratic accent even a bit stronger now.

"We just need passage to the Grotto of Ishtar. Do you know where that is?"

"Aye," she nodded. "I can take ye there, if that be where ye want to go."

"You don't think it's a good idea."

"I

didn't say that," she shrugged. She leaned back and casually cast her

right leg up over the arm of her rather throne-like chair.

Unsurprisingly, Don felt the undeniable urge to look down along her firm

thigh and see what she was exposing to him, but, with a huge effort of

will, he managed to keep his eyes on hers. He thought he noticed a

twitch of a reaction in her smile or her eyes.

"My friend, Toshia, needs to get to the Grotto," Don said.

"And ye don't?"

"We go together."

"I see," she said. "Well then, what be in it for me and my crew?"

Don

was surprised to realize that he hadn't thought about this in advance.

After a moment, during which he noticed the ornate pendant that hung

around Sage's neck and between the white mounds of her breasts, he said,

"Well, perhaps we can provide some service."

"Yar, I see what services your friends might be providing," she laughed cheerfully and gestured out to the room behind Don.

He

turned around in his chair to first see Shelonda, on her knees in the

middle of half-circle of men being splattered with cum. Twisting further

he saw Toshia in a similar state. She was now naked and lying back on

the table, her butt hanging off the edge as one of the crewmen, but not

one of the two who had been with her earlier, drove into her roughly,

her legs up in the air. Several men were kneeling on the table on either

side of her, so she could help them stroke their hard cocks. Don was

pretty sure he could see that her chest and face were rather thoroughly

covered in cum.

When

Don turned back around to Captain Sage, he saw that she had changed her

pose again, and was now leaning on the table with her chin in her

hands. He noticed that she was not wearing any rings. She was looking at

him with playful curiosity.

"What service might ye be offering, Don?"

He smiled, for the first time feeling like the interview was going well. "I have some things to offer. If you would like to..."

"Oh,

not for me, Don," she laughed, "though it's sweet o' ye to think o' me.

'Sides I don't know what ye might offer that I can't be getting from

Sven here." With a slight toss of her head she indicated the man

hovering behind her.

Don

looked at Sven and for the first time noticed the rather impressive

cock on the muscular, blond giant. His eyes meeting Sage's again, he

said, "Well, there are other things..."

"Hmm,

well, for such things, if I was of a mind, I have pretty Jasmine here

and Megan," she said as she reached out to touch the women at either

side. She nodded a bit to her left and then right as she spoke their

names, indicating which was which.

Don

finally looked at the two women. Jasmine was a striking East Asian

woman with jet black hair cut short and startling green eyes. She was

quite tall, and had surprisingly full breasts, which were only barely

covered by the diaphanous aquamarine top she wore. She smiled warmly at

Don as he glanced at her. Megan, on the other hand, was a very young

looking Caucasian girl with shoulder length, straight auburn hair. Like

her mistress, Megan wore a form fitting corset that pushed her fuller

breasts up in a quite distracting display – now that Don was actually

looking at her. Not so tall as Jasmine, but taller than Sage, Megan only

barely acknowledged Don's momentary attention. Both of the women had

leather collars cinched around their throats.

"But

maybe ye could demonstrate those other things for us, Don," Sage

suggested with a mischievous sparkle in her eye. She gave Jasmine's

shoulder a squeeze, smiled at her and nodded over at Don. Jasmine rose

from her chair and moved around the table.

Don

tried to get some kind of read on what exactly Sage was up to, but her

expression, though cheerful, was completely enigmatic.

Don

scooted his chair back and let Jasmine sit on the edge of it, she

smiled down at him as she hiked up her dark blue skirt and spread her

long legs, exposing her bare pussy for him. Her position on the table

blocked Don's view of Sage. He smiled up at Jasmine before leaning in to

kiss the inside of her smooth thigh. Jasmine murmured her approval as

his lips moved up her leg, and she edged herself forward a bit. When Don

ran his tongue over her moist labia, Jasmine shuddered and reached down

to pull his head in closer. Don obliged by pushing his tongue between

her lips, tasting her juices. Jasmine leaned back on the table as Don

slowly began to lick at her clit. He worked two fingers up inside her

increasingly wet pussy as he focused his attention on her clit. Don was

intent on what he was doing, so he was only barely aware of Megan as she

came around and began to make out with Jasmine, kissing her

passionately and playing with Jasmine's beautiful tits.

Don

gradually increased the pace of his licking and sucking, while

simultaneously increasing the tempo of the fingering of Jasmine's pussy.

Jasmine raised one long leg and wrapped it around Don's back, pulling

him toward her. Without diminishing the pace or pressure on Jasmine's

clit, Don began to move his free hand up along Megan's leg, idly

caressing it, and slowly working his way higher. Glancing up, he saw

that Megan had freed her tits from the corset and was offering them to

Jasmine, who was sucking avidly on Megan's nipples.

By

the time Jasmine was shaking and groaning on the edge of the table with

a long, drawn out orgasm, Don had been stroking Megan's pussy for a

while, and she was rather happy to take Jasmine's place in front of Don.

The transition happened so quickly that Don didn't have a chance to get

more than a glance of Sage, who seemed to be just sitting back enjoying

the show.

In

spite of her earlier display of indifference, Megan was more

enthusiastic than Jasmine, holding Don's head in place as he lapped at

her clit, and then coming more quickly and much more loudly.

When

Megan's trembling had subsided, Don pulled back and smiled up at her.

The young woman leaned down to take hold of his head and pulled him up

to her, kissing him violently. As soon as she was sure he wouldn't try

to escape, she released his head and dropped her hands to his waist and

promptly worked at freeing his straining cock. Don felt her fingers

stroking and pulling on him, and then he was being positioned at the

warm, waiting mouth of her pussy. He pushed into her in one motion, and

Megan bit his tongue a bit for his effort. Don shoved up into her once,

twice, and then a third time, and then she was coming again. Before she

had even come down again, she fell back on the table, and pulled Don to

her with her legs.

Over

to Don's right, on Sage's left, Jasmine was sitting in a chair turned

toward Sage, sucking on Sven's very large cock. Don wondered how Toshia

would deal with that monster. He thought about looking around to see

what Shelonda and Toshia were up to, but his eyes were locked on Captain

Sage's. She was watching him with what seemed like amused indifference.

Don kept looking into her eyes as he began to fuck Megan on the table

in front of her – for her. He was dimly aware that Megan was squeezing

her own tits tightly and thrashing about wildly beneath him as she came

again and again, but Don was intent on driving into her pussy repeatedly

until he came, never taking his eyes off Sage, who never stopped

watching him in return.

When

Don came, it was with a savage force. His cum gushed out of him in a

fiery torrent, filling up Megan's pussy and spilling out of her. The

groan that emanated from the depths of his throat was almost inhuman.

As he caught his breath, Don heard Captain Sage say, "Aye, Don, we'll take ye and yours to the Grotto."

Passages

Toshia

was not passive by nature. Even when she had been thrown to the men by

the Sisterhood, she had taken an active role in orchestrating the

various fuckings and suckings. Even at her most compliant, with the

satyrs, who had had their way with her rather thoroughly, she had taken

some measure of control of the situation by coaxing them on and

occasionally by giving direction. In the tavern between Rendezvous and

the sea, though, Toshia simply let things happen to her.

She

had moved over to the two sailors primarily to try some more of the

tasty grog, which filled her with a lovely warm sensation, which in turn

and unsurprisingly also spread to her horny little pussy. She quickly

noticed that she was getting a little drunk but found that she really

didn't care. Toshia found the two men ruggedly handsome and quite

charming in their direct attention and manners. As she drank from the

flagon they gave her, she moved her free hand appreciatively over the

taut, sun browned arm of the sailor on her left, who had introduced

himself as Marco.

The

fellow on her right – Alex – leaned in and said, "Yer the prettiest

lass we seen in months, Toshia. Would ye be willing to enjoy a bit o'

sport with us an' the lads?"

Toshia smiled at him and asked, "All the lads?"

"If ye like," he grinned back at her cheerfully.

She

looked to her left and saw that Marco was paying intent attention to

the conversation. She smiled at him and then back to Alex and said,

"Sounds like fun."

"Aye," he laughed. "It does!"

Toshia

leaned to the right a bit to give Alex a quick kiss, and immediately

felt his hand moving up her body over the thin fabric of her sundress.

On her left, Marco similarly moved in closer and began to slide his hand

up the inside of her leg. Toshia turned to him, intending to give him

just a brief kiss too, but then found herself kissing him passionately,

his thick tongue pushing into her mouth. She felt a bit of cool air on

her right breast as it was exposed, and then, almost at once, she felt a

moist tongue brushing over her nipple, just before it was sucked into

an eager male mouth. Marco's fingers brushed over her moist pussy lips.

When she moaned into his mouth in approval, he parted those lips and

began to work his fingers up inside her. Toshia found herself reaching

out to get her hand inside Marco's pants, intent on taking hold of his

cock. She carefully set her flagon of grog on the table (behind her and

to the right) against which she was half leaning and half sitting. She

was already stroking the very stiff cock on her left by the time she

managed to work her hand into the pants on her right. Meanwhile those

fingers were moving in and out of her grasping cunt.

When

Marco broke their kiss, pulling back a bit, to lower his mouth to her

breast on that side, which he had exposed with his left hand, Alex let

her right nipple go and offered his mouth to Toshia's. Toshia began

kissing him eagerly as she let go of their cocks and began to help them

get their pants down far enough for their purposes. She quickly went

back to stroking and squeezing their very hard cocks, completely

oblivious to anything else going on in the big room.

She

didn't stop making out with Alex when Marco pulled away and moved in

front of her. She felt fingers pulling out of her pussy and then the

wonderful feeling of a fat cockhead being pushed slowly up into it.

Slipping her arm around Alex's neck, to keep him from escaping, Toshia

leaned back on the table a bit, to give Marco better access to her. She

supported herself with her left arm as Marco began to shove into her

more vigorously and Alex continued to make out with her, his hand

squeezing and teasing her breast.

It

wasn't long before Toshia shuddered and gasped as an orgasm tore

through her. And it didn't take much longer for Marco to fill her pussy

with his cum, after which she was quite happy to have Alex take Marco's

place, pushing his own cock into her, squeezing slippery juices into and

out of her. It wasn't too long before Toshia found herself stripped

naked, lying back on the big wooden table with her butt hanging off the

edge as crewman after crewman took a turn fucking her. Most of them came

inside her, but several had climbed up onto the table on either side of

her and, with some help from Toshia's eager hands, had jerked

themselves until they had sprayed showers of pearly cum all over her

tits, throat and face. At some point, she was turned over, so she was

facing the table and a number of the men took her from behind. She

didn't object in the least when some of them decided to give her ass a

try. She had long since given up on any attempt to keep track of the

number of orgasms she had.

At

some point, after what seemed like well over an hour of non-stop

fucking, Toshia actually drifted off to sleep – head on her crossed arms

as sailors continued to use her body for their pleasure. She woke up

some when she felt cool, moist cloths wiping dried and drying cum off

her face, from between her legs and off her buttocks and back. She

smiled at the buxom barmaids who were doing their best to clean her up,

and even managed to cooperate with them as they coaxed her around so

that they could get at the front of her. Toshia lay back in one girl's

arms as the other gently wiped her pussy and then knelt between them to

lick as much of the cum out of her as she could. Throughout all of this,

Toshia was vaguely aware that the sailors had either collapsed about

the tavern or had returned to their ship.

Don came into view and smiled broadly at her, and said, "You looked like you were having fun."

"Oh yeah," she murmured with a smile. "I've been a very naughty girl."

"So I see," he laughed.

Then

she was coming one last time for the evening, shaking and trembling in

the arms of the pretty barmaid. Toshia was dimly conscious of being

lifted up in the arms of a very large and naked blond man with an

impressively muscular chest and seriously broad shoulders. Without

asking any questions, Toshia nestled her head in the crook of the big

man's shoulder and promptly fell sound asleep.

When

she awoke the next morning, Toshia found herself gently swaying in a

hammock in what she would shortly find out was the forward cabin of the

Maidenhead. Shelonda was snoring quietly in a similar hammock on the

other side of the small room, and there was a big bowl of fruit and

pitcher of water on a small table between them. While she was eating,

Toshia noticed a big tub of warm water in the corner of the room, as

well as several big towels. There was no sign of the sundress she had

managed to bring with her from the Wizard's house. Toshia shrugged – it

really didn't seem important – and began to wash herself rather

thoroughly. Before she finished, Shelonda woke up and joined her. They

briefly compared notes about their experiences in the tavern with all

the sailors.

Toshia

found out that Shelonda had given several men blowjobs before finding

herself surrounded by hard cocks being jerked until they came, covering

her in a deluge of semen. Shelonda had used her dress to try to clean

herself up a bit, and then discarded it in a corner before moving over

to basically serve as Toshia's fluffer, getting and keeping the men hard

and ready for fucking Toshia.

"I had no idea!" Toshia laughed.

"Well, you were busy," Shelonda smiled.

Noting

that she was feeling extremely horny, in spite of all the sex she'd had

the night before, Toshia ran her hand down Shelonda's lovely brown back

and said, "I should thank you, shouldn't I?"

Shelonda turned to Toshia and slipped her hands around Toshia's waist, and purred, "I think you should."

Toshia

was leaning in to kiss her friend when, without so much as knocking,

someone opened the cabin door. The room was abruptly flooded with

sunlight.

"Now,

now, girls, you might want to hold off on that sort of thing," Don

laughed as he came in. Toshia noticed that he had managed to keep his

clothes.

"We'd let you join in," Toshia offered, with an attempt at a coy little pout.

"As good as that sounds – and it sounds very good

– I wasn't worried about me." He leaned in and gave them each a kiss,

before continuing with, "Captain Sage is providing transportation to the

Grotto, but we have to ... work for our passage."

"Oh?" Toshia gave Don an amused and suspicious look.

"What do we have to do?" Shelonda got right to the point.

"Well,

the two of you have to make yourself available to the men in whatever

way they like, but only when they're not working themselves."

"Oh really?" Toshia pretended to be shocked and appalled.

"Yeah,

you can stop faking," Don laughed. "You love it and we both know it.

But, seriously, if you don't agree to the terms, they'll take us back to

shore."

"They all seemed pretty polite last night," Shelonda pointed out, "and I am really horny."

Don nodded, "I've had a hard on since last night. I think it's from being on the water."

"How long a trip is it?" Toshia asked.

"She says we'll be there tomorrow."

"It sounds fine to me. What do you have to do?" Shelonda asked.

"Anything

Sage tells me," Don shrugged. "So far she hasn't had me do much. She

seems like the only person on the ship who isn't horny, which is odd."

Toshia noted the interested tone in Don's voice, and said, "You like her."

Don

frowned, "She's different, that's all. We haven't met anyone who isn't

horny all the time. Plus, she acts funny... She seems to know things,

but she's kind of... evasive."

Toshia

shared a look with Shelonda that communicated well enough that they

both thought it was Don who was being evasive. She asked, "Is she cute?"

"Well, yeah, but that's hardly the point. She's an anomaly."

"Uh huh," Toshia nodded. "You like her."

Don rolled his eyes and quickly gave Toshia's butt a pinch. "Don't you two have things to do?"

Toshia ignored the sting of the pinch and insisted, "You liiiiiiike her."

"Yeah,

yeah, whatever," Don said as he shook his head. "If you want to get to

that grotto, you better get out there and make some sailor's happy."

"Whoa!

Shelonda, he's pimping us out!" Toshia laughed. The fact was she was

finding this arrangement, to which she had clearly not agreed, rather

titillating – though it might just have been the XYZ-sea air. She

started to move toward the cabin door, as she said, "Don's a pimp and

we're his whores."

Don sighed and said, "OK, fine, but it'll get us to the Grotto."

"I'm

just teasing – sort of. We don't mind you pimping us out, do we

Shelonda? But you don't get any of this while we're working, boss," she

said over her shoulder as she shook her butt at him.

"Mmm," Don said, "maybe we ought to renegotiate this deal..."

"No,

no... We're going. Come on, Shelonda, let's get to work. Oh, but Don,"

Toshia said as she turned around in the doorway, and fixed him with a

serious look, "don't forget..."

"Yes?"

"You like her."

Don shook his head and muttered, "Sheesh!"

Hooking for the team.

Toshia

stepped out onto the sun washed deck and looked around, wondering how

best to start. She thought it made sense to first wander around looking

for men who might not be working, and none of the ones she could see now

qualified. Toshia decided they might have to go below decks and headed

toward what looked like some stairs heading down through the deck.

"Toshia," Shelonda asked as she followed along, "what's 'pimping out'?"

Toshia couldn't resist laughing, "I'll try to explain, but we should get busy. Let's try down here."

It

didn't take long for Toshia and Shelonda to find a group of five

off-duty sailors in the big room below deck where, judging from the many

hammocks, most of the crew slept. After the briefest of introductions,

Toshia simply said, "We need to work for our passage, so, um, would you

guys like to fuck?"

In

less than a minute, Toshia was kneeling on the gently rolling deck with

three hard cocks arrayed in front of her. She moved from one to the

other, enjoying the feeling of the thick shafts moving over her lips and

tongue, stroking the two that weren't in her mouth. She could hear the

sounds of Shelonda moaning as two sailors were already fucking the

pretty girl's pussy and ass.

Having

gotten the ball rolling, Toshia simply went with the flow. If there was

a cock within reach she stroked it; if there was a cock in her face she

sucked it; and, her pussy and ass were available to all for the taking.

She cheerfully adjusted positions as the men requested or directed. She

squatted on a cock, riding the man lying on the floor underneath her,

while she stroked and sucked the cocks of the men around her. She leaned

forward, kneeling, as someone pushed his cock into her butt. She let

herself be lifted, turned around, and then lowered, so that her ass was

filled from below while man after man took turns fucking her pussy.

Before

each of the men had come inside either Toshia or Shelonda, other

sailors were drawn to the site of the action and joined in as soon as

the opportunity presented itself. Toshia smiled up at Marco, one of her

friends from the night before, as he shoved his prick up into her messy

pussy. He actually said, "Good day to ye, Miss Toshia," before

commencing his vigorous fucking. Alex made an appearance later, letting

her deepthroat his cock enthusiastically until he pumped his cum into

her mouth and down her throat.

After

a while, Toshia found herself lying back in a hammock, with her legs

hanging off the side, in kind of a makeshift sex swing. The men took

turns fucking her like that, swinging her back and pulling her toward

them to drive their cocks into her.

Throughout

all of this, Toshia and Shelonda were experiencing an amazing number of

orgasms. Toshia eventually found herself just rocking in the hammock

with her eyes closed as her body trembled with sensory overload and cock

after cock took its turn inside her.

After several hours of this, there was the sound of a woman's voice saying, "Alright, fellas! Give the ladies a break."

The

man who had been unceremoniously fucking her, leaned down and gave

Toshia's cheek a sweet little kiss and then, gently, pulled out of her.

Toshia chuckled a bit to herself and moved a hand down between her legs

to feel the slippery mess that was spilling out of her pussy. She sighed

happily. A good day's work, she thought.

Then the woman's voice, from much closer, said, "Here you go, Toshia; drink this."

Toshia

opened her eyes to see a young woman with auburn hair brushing her

shoulders. She was wearing a greenish vest and a pair of light culottes,

and was holding a cup out. In her other hand she had a plate of fruit.

With some effort Toshia pulled herself up into a sitting position and took the cup of water and drained it in one go.

The girl smiled a little and said, "Thirsty work, eh?"

Toshia

nodded and took the plate of fruit that was offered. As expected, she

was already feeling rejuvenated. She looked around and saw that a very

attractive woman with short black hair was in front of Shelonda, giving

her some fruit too. Toshia smiled at the redhead and said, "Are you two

part of the crew?"

The girl laughed and said, "You could think of us as officers, I guess. I'm Megan and this is Jasmine."

Toshia

was about to offer their services to the two women when the big blond

man who Toshia vaguely remembered from the night before came into the

room, carrying a large basin of water in his muscular arms and towels

over his shoulder. Toshia admired his tall, very fit body as well as the

rather promising half-rigid cock between his thick thighs. He was like a

bigger version of the Lord of the Manor. He set the basin down without a

word and traded the towels for the empty cups. He immediately turned

around and headed back the way he came. Toshia found herself watching

his naked butt as he went.

"Is he on the crew?" Toshia finally asked.

"Sven?" Megan said as she drew a sponge out of the basin and began to help Toshia get cleaned up some.

"Yeah, Sven," Toshia nodded, a bit distractedly as Megan leaned in close to run that moist sponge over Toshia's sensitive skin.

"You don't need to worry about him," Megan chuckled. "He's sort of always on duty."

Toshia

groaned as Megan moved the wet sponge between her legs. Megan watched

her reactions with a somewhat smug smile. Without lingering in one place

too long, Megan quickly sponged Toshia fairly clean and also managed to

get her libido seriously revved up again. When Sven returned with

refilled cups of water, Toshia couldn't tear her eyes off the man's big

prick.

Megan

chuckled as she handed Toshia her cup of water, and said, "If you do a

good job this afternoon, maybe the Captain'll give you Sven to play with

for a while tonight."

"This afternoon?" Toshia blinked. Somehow she had gotten the impression she and Shelonda were done for the day.

"Yep,"

Megan nodded briskly as she took the empty cup back and stood up, at

almost the same instant as Jasmine. "Feel free to move around the ship

some. Have fun!"

Toshia

was a bit daunted by the prospect of more fucking and sucking, but she

was also glad she would soon be having much more sex. The humid air

really had her sex drive going wild. Toshia smiled over at Shelonda and

said, "I guess we better get back to work."

They

moved to the next chamber, which was apparently the hold, where Toshia

spent some time being bent over a big barrel as three different men took

turns fucking her pussy and then her ass. In the ship's galley, they

made good use of the benches and tables. Toshia convinced the ship's

cook to take a break so she could give him a quick and sloppy blowjob,

smiling as he sprayed his cum all over her throat and chest. By the time

they made their way back up on deck, the sun was low in the sky and

both Toshia and Shelonda were covered in cum, and had it running down

the insides and backs of their legs as it leaked out of their pussies

and asses.

They

were given another break, but this time buckets of water were also

dumped over their heads and soap was added to the mix. Men gathered

around to watch Megan and Jasmine help their playmates du jour bathe.

As she was relaxing and eating an apple, Toshia saw Don on the poop

deck leaning over a railing smiling down at her. There was a short,

fully clothed redhead next to him, and Toshia could tell that this must

be Captain Sage. Toshia couldn't hear what they were saying to each

other but Don nodded and grinned back down at Toshia as the captain said

something over her shoulder. She watched Sven come up, listen to Sage,

and then nod curtly before coming down the short stairs onto the main

deck. Megan and Jasmine quickly gathered up their things and cleared out

of the way. The men on the deck grew a bit quieter and seem to draw

closer, while still giving the girls room.

Sven

came directly up to stand in front of Toshia. He was taller than the

Lord, but not quite as tall as the Player, and nowhere near as tall as

the Bull. Toshia's head came up to about the middle of his chest. She

smiled up at him and reached out to run her hand over his cock. Not

wanting to be left out, Shelonda came up and joined Toshia in stroking

and caressing the big sex organ, which rapidly responded to the

attention. Both girls bent down and lowered their mouths to it, kissing

the head and shaft, running their tongues over it. Toshia began to suck

on the head while she wrapped her hands around the thick shaft. She

pushed her tongue into the slit in the head as Shelonda began to fondle

and kiss the big man's balls. Toshia felt like she was making love to

this big, beautiful cock.

Toshia

was consumed by the desire to have this man fuck her, but she was too

busy sucking on the head of his prick to say anything. Sven seemed to

have the same idea, though, and took matters into his own hands. He

reached down and took hold of Toshia just as one would pick up a child.

He lifted her up and drew her to him. She immediately threw her arms

around his thick neck and her legs around his waist. Toshia smiled at

him, and felt the fat head of his sex being pushed up into perfect

alignment with the waiting mouth of her pussy. She made a mental note to

thank Shelonda for that later. With a happy groan, she began to let

herself sink down on Sven's pole, feeling the flaring head opening her

up. She shuddered as it felt like it was going to split her open. Toshia

pulled herself up a little and then relaxed again, letting herself sink

down a bit further.

"Oh god, it's so big!" Toshia breathed into Sven's shoulder.

Sven

just stood there at first, letting Toshia raise and lower herself, his

hands supporting her butt but allowing her to set her own pace. It took

more than a dozen gradual steps – during which she had several little

orgasms – before Toshia could feel Sven's swollen glans hitting her

cervix. She kissed his neck and chest fervently, and then breathed,

"Please, Sven, fuck me."

With

surprising gentleness, Sven held her close as he began to raise and

lower her on him. His massive cock pistoned in and out of her, her clit

getting pulled in a bit with each thrust up into her. Toshia's legs

pushed and pulled at him, wrapped around his hips, and she clawed at his

neck and shoulders, as she had orgasm after orgasm, riding up and down

on Sven's big prick there in front of everyone, surrounded by sailors

who she knew would all be fucking her well into the night, and watched

by Don.

Carrying

her as if she were weightless, Sven moved toward the center of the

deck, until Toshia felt her back against the hard, but happily smooth,

shaft of the main mast. Leaning back a bit against it, Toshia just

relaxed and let Sven raise and lower her at will, using her body as a

living sex toy. Somewhere on the deck, Shelonda had been pulled into the

crowd of sailors and was probably being well and truly fucked. Up on

the poop deck, she caught a glimpse of Don watching her, while Megan

knelt in front of him, quite apparently giving him a blow job, and Sage

idly looked from that show to the spectacle Sven and Toshia were making

of themselves. Meanwhile, Sven was shoving up into her savagely. Toshia

felt herself being battered between the hard body of the man fucking her

and the unyielding wood of the mast at her back, all while her pussy

and clit were being pulled wildly as the hard shaft of Sven's cock drove

into her again and again.

Then,

incredibly, Toshia felt Sven get even thicker inside her. For an

instant she thought she couldn't take it, but then she was screaming out

loudly as a violent orgasm shook her body and set her nervous system on

fire. She was vaguely aware of the fact that her pussy and womb were

being flooded by Sven's hot cum, but she just kept shaking and clenching

on him as she came and came.

When

she became aware of her situation again, she was clinging to Sven's

big, muscular, and now sweaty, body with a happy grin on her face. He

was holding her gently. She kissed his neck again and said, "Wow! Thank

you."

The impassive Sven chuckled a little, kissed her hair lightly and said, with a thick Nordic accent, "You are quite welcome."

When

he carefully raised her up off his slippery and only slightly deflated

cock and set her down on the deck, Toshia was surprised to find that she

was ready for more. Not worrying about the fact that there was a great

stream of cummy juices down the insides of her legs, she looked around

at the sailors who had been watching and said, "OK, who's next?"

Someone

provided blankets and pillows which were laid out on the deck, and

Toshia spent hours there, well past nightfall, in a blur of unending

fucking and sucking. Most of the night Shelonda was nearby, and toward

the end both Megan and Jasmine joined in the festivities. Toshia thought

she must have had every crewman in her mouth, pussy or ass, and many of

them in all three (sometimes in one session), before she was done.

After a long time, she was bent over the railing at the side of the

ship, looking out at the stars and the expanse of water as she was being

taken roughly from behind. There was something about the view and the

way her thighs were hitting the wood, not to mention the hard prick

sliding in and out of her and the heavy balls slapping her clit, that

made this seem like the perfect end to the night. When the man pumped

his seed into her and withdrew, Toshia carefully made her way back to

the cabin where she'd awakened that morning. Shelonda was already there,

sound asleep. With a body sore from a very long day of nearly non-stop

sex, Toshia managed to climb into her hammock.

She

thought she would be asleep instantly, but Toshia found herself

thinking about the fact that they would soon be going home to the real

world. She wondered what Sarah would say or think if she could see her

now, bruised from hard sex on and against hard surfaces and leaking cum

from many men in various places. She wondered if she would ever be able

to share any of this with her girlfriend.

The

door to the cabin swung open quietly, and Toshia looked up to see Don

smiling down at her. "Are you Okay, love?" he whispered.

"Mm-hmm," she smiled and reached out to take his hand. "Did we do alright?"

He chuckled, "Oh yes. Everyone was quite impressed."

"Including your girlfriend?" she smirked.

"I thought you were my girlfriend," he said as he leaned down to kiss her forehead.

"Oh, you did, did you?" Toshia said with a yawn. "Get undressed."

"Haven't you had enough yet?" Don grinned as he began to strip.

"Hush," she murmured. "Just come sleep with me. 'Might be our last night for a while."

There

was a bit of a struggle to get Don into the hammock with her without

making enough noise or commotion to wake Shelonda, but soon she was

nestled up against Don, his arms around her.

"That's

better," she whispered. She smiled as she noticed that his cock was

very hard. She thought about doing something about that, but then she

was asleep.

The Grotto

The

next morning, after bathing and eating, the three of them emerged from

the cabin to be greeted by Captain Sage, her "officers" Megan and

Jasmine, and Sven.

"Good mornin', Toshia and Shelonda," said the diminutive redhead, "I'm Captain Sage. I hope ye enjoyed your voyage."

"It was very nice," Toshia grinned. "Your crew is very polite and accommodating."

"Yar,

I run a tight ship," Sage smiled. There definitely was something

inherently interesting about this woman. Toshia could see why Don liked

her.

"The Grotto is yonder," Sage gestured to the port side, and a rocky shore across a fairly small stretch of water.

"Where?" Don asked.

"The entrance be under water," Sage said. "We've got a boat ready to take ye closer, but you'll have to swim."

"Okay,"

Toshia nodded as she started for the side of the ship where the rope

ladder hung over the railing. She stopped when she heard Don talking.

"Shelonda, you should probably stay here," Don was saying. "They'll take you back to Rendezvous."

"No,

I should come with you to make sure you get home safely," said Shelonda

in a firm voice. Toshia could tell there was no arguing with Shelonda

on this point and knew that Don would pick up on that too.

"Captain, can you wait here for Shelonda to return?"

"Aye, if she'll 'pay' for her return passage," the Captain smirked.

"Pay? Oh, you mean have sex on the way back?" Shelonda smiled. "Sure!"

"OK, then, you can come along, but you will have to come back," Don said firmly.

"I know," Shelonda nodded.

As

they were arranging themselves in the boat, Toshia and Don shared a

serious look, and she could tell that he was as concerned about

Shelonda's welfare as she was. There was something else in his eyes,

too, but she didn't have time to ask him about it, for only a few strong

strokes of the oars carried them quite close to the rocks of the

shoreline.

"Here

ye be," Sage announced from the prow of the boat. "The entrance be less

than two fathoms down – there be a sorcerous green glow leading' the

way."

"What's a fathom?" Toshia asked.

Don shrugged, and they both looked to the captain, who frowned and reluctantly said, "A little less than two meters."

"Thank you," Toshia said with a smile, "for your help and hospitality."

"Yar," the captain nodded.

"It's been a pleasure, Captain," Don added.

Both

Toshia and Don eyed the water suspiciously for a moment. It had

occurred to Toshia that this might be some strange trap or the beginning

of a new Erosian misadventure. The thought seemed to have occurred to

Don as well. However, their doubts were made almost irrelevant when

Shelonda abruptly dove straight into the water and disappeared into the

depths.

"I guess that's that, then," Don laughed, a bit nervously.

Toshia

went next, taking a deep breath and plunging into the water, which, as

at the beach, was warmer than one would expect. She opened her eyes,

expecting the sting of salt, but finding the water surprisingly clear

and mild. The glowing green opening of the cave was quite easy to see

below and before her and she swam with all her might in that direction.

Reaching the opening, she noticed that the rocks were covered by a soft

mossy vegetation which was responsible for the luminescence. Swimming

forward, Toshia traversed a fairly short tunnel that gradually ascended

until she was obliged to break the surface of the water. Breathing in

deeply, Toshia was surprised to smell a lovely floral aroma. Looking

around, she found herself at one end of a large pond inside a much

larger cavern that looked like something straight out of the Arabian

Nights. There were patches of glowing moss, many candles and what seemed

to be magically glowing crystals in the walls. Colorful rugs and

pillows were arranged all over the rocky interior of the cavern. There

were several little waterfalls cascading down the walls, and a number of

beautiful statues positioned around the chamber. Shelonda stood there

in the pond, her deep brown skin gleaming as water ran down it. Toshia

was struck by how beautiful the young woman was, and by the very strong

desire to make love to her as soon as possible.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Shelonda said as she gaped at the cave.

Toshia started wading toward her friend as she said, "Yes, it certainly is."

When

she got to her, Toshia wrapped her arms around her from behind and

began to kiss her shoulder and neck. Shelonda sighed and leaned back

against Toshia, and Toshia's hands moved up to cup Shelonda's full tits,

pulling Shelonda tight to her. When Toshia's left hand slipped down to

seek Shelonda's pussy, Shelonda's hand dropped down to encourage

Toshia's. Toshia's teeth found Shelonda's earlobe and gave it a playful

tug as her fingers began to stroke Shelonda's clit and labia.

They

were almost oblivious to the sound of Don surfacing behind them, and

Toshia only later realized that it had been at least a full minute

between her arrival and Don's. Instead, Toshia just heard Don's quiet,

"Whoa!" followed by some small splashing as he came up behind her. Then

Don was against Toshia's back, his very hard cock pressed tightly

against her behind and his hands moving over her body much as hers were

moving over Shelonda's. It vaguely occurred to Toshia that swimming in a

sea of XYZ was a very good way to get extremely horny.

It

wasn't at all long before each of the women had been manually

stimulated to the point of shuddering orgasm, and the tight little trio

was slowly making their way to the nearest blanket and pillow set. No

doubt they would have spent hours there enjoying a vigorous and

passionate m�nage a trois, the art of which they had nearly perfected by this time, if they weren't interrupted by a discreet cough.

With

an effort of will, Toshia looked up and around. She couldn't see anyone

else in the cavern. Then she realized that all of the statues were now

looking at them.

"The statues moved," Shelonda pointed out, without moving the hand that now had two fingers up inside Toshia's vagina.

"Yeah,"

Toshia breathed. She looked around a bit more carefully, but didn't

move her own hands, one of which was on Shelonda's round ass while the

other had a tight grip on Don's member. All of the statues were of naked

humans, of more or less realistic height, size and shape, and they were

all definitely turned to look at Toshia, Don and Shelonda.

"Um,

hello?" Don tried. He had frozen with both of his hands cupping

Toshia's breasts, though he had stopped pinching her nipples.

"Hello and welcome to the Grotto of Ishtar," said a male voice, deep and a bit rough.

Toshia looked more carefully at the nearest male statue and said, "Thank you. Was that you who just spoke?"

The

statue actually smiled a little, and then said, "It was. Please make

yourself comfortable, but we have to ask you some questions."

As

the threesome slowly relaxed a little, taking their hands off each

other's privates, for the moment, Don said, "Yes, OK. I'm pretty sure we

have some questions of our own."

"Did you come here deliberately?" the statue asked.

"Yes, we did," Toshia nodded.

"Why have you come?"

"We want to return to our home, and we were told we could do that from here," Toshia answered.

"Are you quite sure that this is your desire?" asked another statue, this time a female with a higher pitched voice.

"Yes," Toshia said. "Well, two of us want to. Shelonda here will be going back."

"Actually..." Don said a bit quietly.

Toshia turned to Don, her confusion and concern plain on her face.

"I

want to try to find one or more of those rings," Don explained quickly,

obviously worried that he was hurting her. "I love it here, and it

looks like there is a way to go back and forth. If that's possible I

want to be able to do it. If everything we've been told is true, I can

stay here and look for rings and then join you back home in a little

bit, maybe a few hours – a couple of days, tops. If I can't find any of

these rings, I can always find my way back here."

Toshia

was having a hard time sorting out her feelings. On the one hand, she

thought that what Don was saying made sense. On the other, she didn't

want to be separated from Don now. They had come so far and through so

much, and she hated the thought that something might happen to him here

and he'd never make it home. She also noticed that there was a pang of

jealousy – both for all the fun he'd be having and for Captain Sage,

whom she suspected was one of the reasons Don had come to this decision.

She didn't say any of these things, though.

Instead, she said, "I love you, Don."

Don

smiled, "God, Toshia, I love you too. So much! I swear, one way or

another, I'll come home. In no time you're going to get a call from me.

You're going to have to start thinking about how you're going to explain

some very awkward things to Sarah."

Toshia blinked back a tear, and said, "You promise?"

Don

took her in his arms and kissed her. With a loving smile, he said, "I

do." He said it with all the happy solemnity Toshia imagined he would at

a marriage altar. Of course, his raging hard on was also pressing

against her belly, which undercut the gravity of the situation a little.

"You better!" she laughed and pinched his butt.

"I'm going to miss you!" Shelonda suddenly interjected, just as she threw her arms around Toshia from behind.

The

three of them held each other for a long moment, tears in their eyes as

they kissed each other. After a bit, though, there was another stony

cough.

They

reluctantly broke up their little huddle and turned back to the

statues. Toshia wiped her eyes, thought of Sarah, swallowed and said,

"Yes, I want to go home."

"Very

well," said the male statue, who Toshia was now noticing was rather

nicely endowed. He slowly turned and raised his arm to indicate a statue

of a buxom young woman, and said, "Please go with Selena who will

prepare you."

Toshia

gave Don's hand a squeeze and then stepped up and over to the lovely,

marble white Selena who gave her a sweet little smile, bowed her head

slightly, and then slowly turned to lead the way over to a natural tub

in the cavern floor. The tub was full of steaming water. Selena made a

slight gesture clearly intended to suggest that Toshia get into the tub.

Meanwhile, Toshia overheard Don asking, "Are you responsible for bringing us here?"

"No," said the male statue who had done most of the talking. "We are merely the custodians of the Grotto."

"Do you know who did bring us here?"

The water was surprisingly hot, but Toshia lowered into it anyway.

"No," said the female statue.

Don

asked something else, but Selena took that moment to push Toshia down

into the tub so she was completely submerged. Toshia fought the urge to

struggle and merely held her breath until she felt Selena raise her

stony hand from the top of her head. She burst up out of the water and

took a big gulp of air. She shot an irritated look at the statue and

said, "You might try warning someone before you do that."

"Sorry," Selena managed between tight lips.

"She forgot that you need to breathe," said another, nearby female statue. "It's been a long time since anyone came here."

"It's alright," Toshia said as she threw her wet hair back out of her face.

Selena

gestured that Toshia should follow her again, so Toshia climbed out of

the steaming tub and padded along to the next tub, which was not

steaming. Selena indicated that Toshia should get into this one as well.

"Yeah,

OK, I get it," Toshia said. As soon as she slipped into the

surprisingly cold water, she promptly submerged herself of her own

accord, staying under until she had to resurface for air. When she came

up, she saw that Selena was offering her a big white towel, which turned

out to be quite warm and soft. After climbing out and beginning to dry

off, Toshia noticed that she was feeling different.

For

one thing, she was quite relaxed – drowsy even. She looked back to see

that Shelonda had moved over to one of the male statues and was stroking

its cock, which it turned out was capable of an impressive erection.

Don was coming toward her, with his own impressive organ bobbing stiffly

in front of him. Toshia noticed that she was considerably less horny

than she had been before her two dunkings. She smiled a bit sadly. She

was going to miss being in a state of near constant sexual stimulation.

When

Don reached her, she took his hand and turned to see that Selena had

led the way up a set of hewn rock steps that led to a passage cut into

the back wall of the grotto. Toshia and Don followed the rock hard ass

of the statue girl through the passage and into a small candle-lit

chamber that was nearly filled with a king-sized bed. Selena gestured to

the bed and seemed to offer Toshia another slight smile. The statue

said, "If sure, sleep."

"But I just ... woke up," Toshia protested around a yawn.

Don

squeezed her hand, and she turned to him, reaching up to caress the

side of his face. He had been so constant and supportive of her

throughout this whole bizarre adventure. Surely she should accompany him

until he found at least one of those rings... Why shouldn't she have

one herself! They could always come back here any time.

"Sarah's

waiting for you," Don smiled, though he was rather obviously reluctant

to see her go. "I'll follow you soon. By the time you have breakfast

I'll probably be waking up and calling you."

"You

better!" she smiled as she sat down on the very comfortable bed. She

thought some of the candles must have gone out. With another yawn, she

lay back on the pillow and stretched out her legs. She smiled as Don's

hand briefly caressed her thigh and then her belly as he reached across

to pull the light blanket over her. Toshia returned the tender kiss Don

gave her, and then, as he was kissing her forehead, she murmured, "I

really am surprisingly sleepy."

Toshia

dreamed that she was floating over Eros. She saw the Maidenhead out on

the sea and the riverboat paddling its way upstream to the Resort. She

floated around the Resort a bit, passing through walls and watching

people having sex. She saw herself, though she didn't really look like

that, from above, getting fucked vigorously by the sexbot. Then she was

peeping in on the Sisterhood, who for some reason were learning a

complicated dance number choreographed by the Bull, who seemed to have

learned to speak ... with a British accent. She moved through the halls

of the Manor until she came to the ballroom, where she saw Don sitting

on a kind of throne next to the Lady. He smiled at Toshia and said,

"Where have you been?"

"I was taking a little nap," Toshia replied.

Don laughed and said, "You've been gone for years."

"Well, I was very tired."

"Do you think you've had enough sleep, then?"

"I should think so!"

"Well, then you better wake up, eh?" Don smiled.

"Oh, just a little longer..."

"Shhh, you'll wake Sarah."

"Sarah? Yes, Sarah," Toshia muttered quietly.

"Yes, baby, I'm here," Sarah said sleepily. "Everything alright?"

Toshia opened her eyes and saw her girlfriend lying next to her. Toshia grinned from ear to ear and leaned in to kiss her.

"Yes, everything's wonderful!" Toshia laughed.

"Mmm, good," Sarah said with a smile and closed eyes. "What time is it?"

Toshia twisted around to check her phone for the time and said, "4:30."

"Ugh, more sleep, please," Sarah murmured as she turned into the pillow.

Toshia laughed a little and bent down to kiss Sarah's cheek, "Sweet dreams, my love."

Then

Toshia slipped out of bed and padded over to the bathroom. She suddenly

realized she hadn't brushed her teeth in weeks. When she'd done that,

she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. "Whoa," she breathed.

She

hadn't been in such good shape since... Well, she'd never been in such

good shape, and she swore her breasts were even just a little larger.

She was also considerably tanner than she had been when she'd gone to

bed the night before. There were also quite a few noticeable bruises on

her legs and arms, mostly from her wild rumpus on the Maidenhead. She

had no idea how she was going to explain any of these things to Sarah.

After

she'd wrapped herself in a robe and moved to the kitchen, and while she

was making herself some coffee (which she now felt like she'd been

missing terribly even though she hadn't even thought of coffee while she

was in Eros), she remembered that today was Saturday, and that neither

she nor Sarah had anywhere to be that morning. Excellent! she

thought to herself. Toshia relaxed and reviewed her adventures, while

returning now and then to how in the world she would broach any number

of the obvious subjects to Sarah.

At

6:30, she made breakfast, and carried it in to Sarah, who laughed at

this sudden burst of romanticism from her partner. Toshia told her that

was nothing, and proceeded to make passionate love to Sarah for most of

the rest of the morning. During it all, the only change Sarah seemed to

notice was that all of Toshia's running lately was certainly keeping her

butt tight. They were just starting to think about getting out of bed,

when Toshia's phone rang.

Picking it up, she saw the name and immediately answered it, "Don?"

THE END (for now)

Don's story will continue, in Lords of Eros; a sequel to this trilogy.

Based on the work of BradentonLarry for Literotica