Fools of the Ship

At some point, Tiff felt Themba intertwine the fingers of both their hands' together, and she gave herself permission to squeeze them in return. It was a lifeline for her, and she hung on tight as she began rocking herself to match her partner's rhythm; back and forth, and back and forth, sometimes rising and lowering, always together though. Melded.

"You take to this like you were born to, Honey Bee!" Themba groaned the words out through gritted teeth as she locked eyes with Tiffany.

"Sh... shut up!" Tiffany moaned, but never looked away. Never ceased. "Just... stop talking!" The girl squeezed Themba's hands even harder and began caressing the knuckles of the other woman's thumbs with the pads of her own. "Faster... go faster..."

The water level in the tub must have dropped by half from all the thrashing they were doing by that point. The two women's squeals echoed across the steel of the room as they leaned in to get closer to each other. Surprising them both, Tiff was the one who broke the stalemate to devour Themba's lips in a needy kiss. She had enough wherewithal to keep herself from going too far, but the doctor spanned the gap by massaging their tongues together for the both of them.

They came at the same time, gripping each other's arms and mashing their breasts together in order to maximize their contact. Tiffany pulled away first, but just enough to give herself space to drop her forehead onto Themba's shoulder to catch her breath. The other woman let her, content to run her fingers through that golden hair like she was a doll. After some minutes, Themba eased Tiff back, then got out of the tub to dry herself off and dress.

Tiff lowered her brows in annoyance. "Leaving me again? Haven't I earned my way—"

"If anything, you're more in my debt." Themba pointed to the crimson flush on Tiff's tanned chest. "Don't pretend you didn't absolutely love that."

"Just go." Tiff grabbed another towel to cover herself.

Themba did so, and Tiffany did the only thing she could do. Wait.

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That night, Tiff fell asleep before Themba returned to the cabin. Instead of leaving the girl alone, though, the doctor decided that she needed a little cuddling. She slid under the covers with Tiff, finding that the blonde refugee was still nude, and began lovingly groping the woman's amazing tits with gleeful relish. When Tiff finally woke up, Themba rolled her onto her back, tilted her head towards her, and began making out with the surprised missionary like they were teenagers in the back of her parents' car.

It wasn't such a horrid thing, and Tiff figured that a little effort on her part could only help her position. They continued on that way for some time, with Tiff running her own hands up and down Themba's body, feeling those lean, magnificent muscles, and even eventually massaging her firm breasts for the first time. Tiff reached a state where she found herself emulating what had been done to her, and she started planting a series of kisses across Themba's neck, then lower, until she was flicking an achingly stiff, brown little nipple with her tongue.

"Mmm. Honey Bee..." Themba hummed appreciatively, then suddenly pushed Tiff away from her. "That's enough. You may be blessed by nature, but I still need my beauty sleep." The doctor planted a light kiss on a very befuddled Tiffany. "Until tomorrow, my eager little strumpet."

Themba laid back and pulled Tiff into herself, making her chest a pillow for the other woman. Tiff made herself comfortable, just going with the flow, and wondering; if Themba stopped their little dalliance in order to get some rest... what insane thing was going to happen the next day?

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It certainly was noteworthy, what happened that following day, in that nothing happened, and Tiff was flabbergasted. The girl spent her hours trying on dresses and reading, though not the medical texts this time. Those other books of Themba's, the... racier ones, were certainly stimulating, that was for sure. More than once, Tiff found her hands inching towards her happy zones before she could stop herself. That was a sin. It was wrong. The things she had done, was doing, with Themba were understandable, forgivable. She was being forced. Self-gratification, on the other hand, was choice, and Tiff was not so far fallen as all that. Of course, she conveniently made herself forget what she had been willing to do with Theo, her brother, before her present travails had begun.

When Themba returned at the end of the day, the woman merely gave Tiff a nice, almost chaste kiss hello, then immediately went straight for bed, not even taking her underwear off first. Tiff was left with nothing to do but crawl into bed behind her. The blonde even compromised herself to snuggle close, spooning the other woman, but a light snore was the only response she got. They both slept the entire night that way, with nothing but cursory contact.

The day after, things went much the same way. Reading, waiting, then a blow off before Themba went to bed. At that point, Tiff would have been happy to even just have a superficial conversation with the other woman. Anything to break the monotony. That night, she didn't spoon her partner; instead, she... made a choice.

As her fingers pinched and stroked her own warm flesh, she squeezed a couple of tears from her eyes. She was so confused, so twisted around inside... she felt like she didn't know herself anymore.

After day three of a wasteland of emotion, enough was enough. As the night came on and Tiff knew that Themba's return was close, she took action. The frustrated blonde filled the tub again, but only about half-way this time, and slid herself in. She put her hair up so her graceful neck was on full display, and made sure she was submerged just enough that those tits that Themba enjoyed so much were only covered up to the nipples. She did get some soap into the water though, using the suds to obscure certain areas in order to make thing a bit more... tantalizing. When she finally heard the door lock becoming disengaged, she lifted one smooth leg to drape it over the tub's rim, then spread her arms wide and leaned her head back to loll lazily.

Themba entered, and Tiff had a small, mischievous smile playing across her lips. "Long day?" The girl sighed dramatically. "Me too. This bath is a godsend." She swirled the water invitingly. "And big. Maybe, if you want, you could scrub my... back."

Themba just stared at her. "Think that'll do it, girl?" She rubbed her temples. "You have any idea what I'm dealing with out there? Your fellow survivors are animals. They don't know what's good for them, and they're on the edge of falling apart at any given second. My days aren't long... they're hell." She grimaced at Tiff. "And now you want me to scrub your back?" Themba laughed bitterly. "Fuck you. Such a selfish little girl. I'm going to bed. Clean up all this and then do what you will. I don't care."

Shedding her coat, Themba walked past Tiffany without a second look, leaving the missionary nonplussed and shaken. Fine! That's what I want anyway! Tiffany forced a laugh from past her tightly pursed lips. Now she'll let me go back to Theo, I'm sure of it.

Tiff did as she was told though, it was only polite. She drained the tub, dried the floor, and then toweled off. When she was done, she stared past the open door to the bedroom for a long time. I'm not sleeping on the freezing tile floor out here, that's for damn sure. She shivered to illustrate her point, then tiptoed her way to the bed, where an already slumbering Themba was nice and warm under the blankets. Tiff eased in behind her, covering herself up to her chin, and laid flat on her back, staring at the shadowed ceiling above for a long, sleepless stretch of minutes.

Still cold. Too cold to sleep. Tiff shifted so she was closer to her sleeping bedmate, pressing her shoulder to Themba's bare back, and touching their legs together.

Not warm enough. Tiff rolled over, sliding her leg on top of the doctor's, wrapping her arm around the woman's shoulder, and pressing her face into the back of the sleeper's neck.

Better, but I need to make her warmer now. Tiff began lightly rubbing Themba's arm. Satisfied with that, she advanced, moving her hand inward to cup a bare breast and give it a gentle massage. At this point, she started nuzzling Themba's neck with her nose, and ran her foot up and down the doctor's soft brown leg. Her fingers trailed lower then, relinquishing the breast it had held to make the journey to Themba's crotch. She felt the downy, curly hair down there and ran her fingers through it lovingly. Much, much warmer.

She found that engorged little nub then and began playing with it in what she hoped was the right way. Her inexperience was only recently a thing that had been addressed, and she was still unsure of herself. It seemed okay though, as Themba began moaning slightly in her sleep from the ministrations. Emboldened, Tiff kept going south. She bit her lip in uncertainty as her fingers took their first, hesitant plunge into her partner's depths, and she tried to replicate what had been done to her that had turned her to jelly so thoroughly.

When she felt Themba grip her hand to prod her on, she knew she'd hit the magic combination. Tiff's heart fluttered when her lover started humping her palm, trying to push those fingers deeper and deeper, all the while making small noises of lusty satisfaction. Tiff immediately began kissing and sucking the skin of Themba's neck, tasting the salt of her sweat with a driving desire for more and more. The golden-haired woman picked up the pace in both zones, vibrating and gyrating her fingers even as her tongue replaced her lips as she lapped at her lover like she was ice cream.

Themba's breath came in gasps, and her hips rolled over and over into Tiff's grasp, her need now palpable. Tiffany herself couldn't help but let out little mews of lust as she serviced the other woman faster and faster, deeper and deeper. She broke then, and propped herself up on her free arm just as Themba turned her head to the side. Tiff attacked those plush lips with a passion she didn't know she was capable of, painting the inside of the doctor's mouth with a needy, desperate tongue; like she was a demon herself, trying to suck the soul out of her victim.

Themba screamed. It was like a dam burst in Tiff's hand, and she felt herself have a little orgasm then, just from the sheer joy of knowing what she'd wrought. When that round was done, and Themba recovered enough, she threw back the blankets that were covering them both and plastered herself over her blonde captive. Tiff just smiled. "That was plenty warm."

"Damn you, Honey Bee. You make it real hard to stay angry." The dark temptress kissed the other woman hard, then swung her leg around so that she was facing Tiff's feet, and then positioned her pussy over the blonde's eager face. "Don't stop now. Show me what kind of talent you have, missionary girl."

Tiff went right to work without a second's delay. Gone was her previous hesitance. Her uncertainty was buried under a mountain of confidence that she had what it took to please someone else. That she could be a giver as well as a receiver. She lapped at Themba's perfect twat with aplomb, eliciting such a response that the doctor couldn't help but reciprocate as well, and dived right down to the golden triangle beneath her.

The two women whiled away the night entwined together, mutually pleasuring each other to levels of satisfaction that had escaped both of them up to that point. When they finally, reluctantly finished, and Tiff curled up on Themba with a contented smile on her exhausted face, she had the best night's sleep she'd had in days. Weeks, even. Maybe years.

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The next day, Tiff was full of new ideas, but decided to settle on one; play dress up.

It shouldn't have been the deep revelation that it was. After all, the clues were right there in front of her; a wardrobe full of fancy clothes, an underwear drawer that rightly belonged to a lingerie model. It was obvious in hindsight; Themba liked her pretty, sexy things.

Hoping that this effort was more successful than the previous day's, Tiffany hunted for the perfect dress hanging among its lesser siblings. She discarded one after another until she found it, the one that she knew would work miracles. It was the perfect combination of elegant and teasing, sleek and slutty. It was a bright crimson number with an open back and a neck that swooped almost to the navel. The gap was even wide enough that Tiff had a hard time keeping her huge tits from completely spilling out. Instead of showing her ass like she was a stripper, the skirt was long and narrow, with a slit up the side that went all the way to her hip. She complemented that teasing little factor by not wearing panties, and instead donning a pair of thigh-high black stockings. She also did her hair up in a loose bun that left two long, golden strands hanging down to frame her subtly makeup-touched face, and attached a latticework, black choker around her slim neck. To complete the ensemble, she found a pair of black pumps that laced up almost to her calves. When she checked the finished product out in the mirror, she actually gasped. Who knew I had it in me?

It was a long, long day. She didn't know when Themba would come back, so she had to stay ready, which meant staying uncomfortable, but she was willing to make that sacrifice. Finally, after an infinite gulf of time, she heard her lover returning and sprang into action. Tiff lied down on the bed, her knees slightly bent and her head propped on her arm. She made sure that the slit in the skirt was parted enough to show one stocking-clad leg, as well as most of one bare ass cheek, and she started absently playing with the gap in the dress's bodice, flashing just a little bit more of her tit-flesh with every light swipe of her finger.

Themba walked into the bedroom and her jaw immediately dropped. Tiff laughed lightly. "Isn't it nice to get a little present at the end of a rough day?" She rolled onto her back slowly. "Just don't forget to unwrap it."

Themba let out an honest-to-god growl and pounced on the sweet thing offering itself to her openly. She plastered her face to Tiff's as she scooped one hand into the open neck of the dress, and the other into the skirt slit, burning with the need to possess every inch of the lithe blonde under her. Tiff giggled and sighed, and then whimpered into Themba's mouth as the desire mounted in them both. Tiff curled one leg around Themba's waist as she frantically tried to divest the doctor of her own coat and dress, but suddenly had to stop when the other woman pulled away.

"What... why are you...?"

"My little lovely Honey Bee... you're ready." Themba hugged herself with a bright smile as she closed her eyes. "And I can't hold out a second longer." She turned her back on Tiff then, leaving the younger woman's heart racing and mind reeling. She fiddled around in a locked drawer that Tiff had never seen open, then looked over her shoulder at the girl. "Close your eyes. Promise not to open them until I say."

Tiff immediately did as she was bid. There was no question. She soon felt the mattress shift under her as Themba crawled toward her, but she kept her eyes shut. Her lover kept advancing, only stopping when she had hiked Tiff's dress up so the skirt was bunched around her waist. Themba parted Tiff's knees slowly, putting her body right in the open space, and as the woman freed both of the blonde's tits, Tiff shivered with anticipation.

Then she felt it. Something prodding her pussy. Something that wasn't fingers, wasn't a tongue. Something new. Unanticipated. Oh my God... is that...?

"Open them now." Themba planted a kiss on Tiff's lips like she was Sleeping Beauty. Tiff couldn't help herself and immediately looked down to where their two pelvises were coming to meet. In between them, snaking out of Themba's glistening cunt, was a long, thick, molded rubber cock. The doctor had the tip in one hand and was running it ever so slowly up and down the younger woman's slit, eliciting a worried squeak from the blonde.

"Themba... I don't think I can." She bit her lip in fear. "I've never... never had... sex." At Themba's annoyed look, she hurried on. "Not real sex." That didn't help. "With a—"

"I know what you mean." Themba snapped. "And now I know what kind of a job I have in front of me." She leaned over so her nose was touching Tiff's. "What we've done, that is real sex. That is me staking my claim, and you agreeing to the deal. I plumbed you already, and you capitulated. This..." She jerked her hips forward until the tip of the fake cock parted Tiff's labia. "...is just the newest facet. With this... you surrender."

"No, Themba wait." Tiff tried to crawl back. Amazingly, thoughts of her brother rushed through her head in that moment. "I don't want... Jesus Christ!"

Themba's course was set, and the goal open. She ignored her pet's pleas and inched that huge, smooth thing deeper and deeper, aided by the blonde's wetness from their dalliance of minutes earlier. The doctor reached out with one hand to grab Tiff by a shoulder, holding her in place while she continued, and Tiff could only just take it. The girl arched her back and squeezed her eyes shut, gritting her teeth and hissing as she felt that mammoth serpent invade her bit-by-bit. It hurt, but she'd lost her maidenhead years ago from her vigorous lifestyle, so it could have been worse.

In fact, it could have been a lot worse. As the seconds ticked by, Tiff's exposed breasts became Themba's playthings once again, and the stimulation helped. Soon, she was instinctively spreading her legs wider, while running little circles with her hands around her lover's bare back.

Themba stopped then, groaning. "I'm all the way in. God, Honey Bee... I. Am. In! This thing lets me feel every bit of you in my own pussy... Fuck, men are useless!"

Tiff could only whimper out a response. "All the way..." She looked down, only seeing where yellow and black pubic hair was gliding against each other. She could feel it though, that sense of fulfillment. She imagined the thing was up in her guts, but the pain was rapidly being replaced by pleasure. It had finally happened; she'd been fucked. Was being fucked, and it was nowhere near what she'd dreamed it would be.

It was better.

Themba kissed her just as she began thrusting in and out. Tiff's mewling was all the encouragement she needed, and she decided to increase the pace. Tiff was like a ragdoll under her, pliant and boneless, her limbs flailing. Themba sat back enough to take Tiff's hands in hers, then raised them up over the girls' head to stretch her body and fully expose her. The silky red dress that the missionary wore bunched and shifted around, but it felt so good against both their skin that neither wanted to get rid of it.

"Oh... oh, god..." Tiff moaned when Themba let her lips go finally. She opened her blue eyes to stare into those of the woman taking her so completely. "Themba... Themba..." The bed bounced under them as the doctor kept pounding away.

"Say it." Themba quickly licked the blonde's lips before pulling away again. "Say it. It's on my terms now. I give you permission."

Tiff arched her back, mashing her sensitive breasts against Themba's, and then wrapped her legs around that firm waist in a death squeeze as her climax exploded. "Fuck me! Goddamn it, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." She jackhammered her crotch into the other woman's as she was given leave to finally let out a curse word. She was desperate to get more of that wonderful cock inside, yearning to feel her clit run along her lover's. "Take me! God, I'm yours... I'm fucking yours!"