Lost in Eros 3: The Return 09

Passages

Tascha 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, Tascha 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. Tascha 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, Tascha. Would ye be willing to enjoy a bit o' sport with us an' the lads?"

Tascha 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!"

Tascha 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. Tascha 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. Tascha 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 Tascha's. Tascha 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, Tascha 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 Tascha 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 afterthat that Tascha 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 Tascha'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, Tascha 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. Tascha 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, Tascha 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. Tascha 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, Tascha nestled her head in the crook of the big man's shoulder and promptly fell sound asleep.

When she awoke the next morning, Tascha 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, Tascha 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. Tascha 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.

Tascha 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 Tascha's fluffer, getting and keeping the men hard and ready for fucking Tascha.

"I had no idea!" Tascha 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, Tascha ran her hand down Shelonda's lovely brown back and said, "I should thank you, shouldn't I?"

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

Tascha 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. Tascha noticed that he had managed to keep his clothes.

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

"As good as that sounds – and it soundsvery 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?" Tascha 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?" Tascha 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 amreally 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?" Tascha 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."

Tascha 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."

Tascha 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," Tascha nodded. "You like her."

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

Tascha 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!" Tascha 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," Tascha said as she turned around in the doorway, and fixed him with a serious look, "don't forget..."

"Yes?"

"You liiiiiiike her."

Don shook his head and muttered, "Sheesh!"

Tascha 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. Tascha decided they might have to go below decks and headed toward what looked like some stairs heading down through the deck.

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

Tascha 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 Tascha 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, Tascha simply said, "We need to work for our passage, so, um, would you guys like to fuck?"

In less than a minute, Tascha 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, Tascha 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 Tascha or Shelonda, other sailors were drawn to the site of the action and joined in as soon as the opportunity presented itself. Tascha 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 Tascha," 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, Tascha 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, Tascha and Shelonda were experiencing an amazing number of orgasms. Tascha 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 Tascha's cheek a sweet little kiss and then, gently, pulled out of her. Tascha 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, Tascha; drink this."

Tascha 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 Tascha 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?"

Tascha 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. Tascha 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."

Tascha was about to offer their services to the two women when the big blond man who Tascha 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. Tascha 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. Tascha found herself watching his naked butt as he went.

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

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

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

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

Tascha 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 Tascha fairly clean and also managed to get her libido seriously revved up again. When Sven returned with refilled cups of water, Tascha couldn't tear her eyes off the man's big prick.

Megan chuckled as she handed Tascha 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?" Tascha 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!"

Tascha 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. Tascha 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 Tascha 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. Tascha 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 Tascha 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 playmatesdu jour bathe. As she was relaxing and eating an apple, Tascha 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 Tascha could tell that this must be Captain Sage. Tascha couldn't hear what they were saying to each other but Don nodded and grinned back down at Tascha 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 Tascha. He was taller than the Lord, but not quite as tall as the Player, and nowhere near as tall as the Bull. Tascha'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 Tascha 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. Tascha 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. Tascha felt like she was making love to this big, beautiful cock.

Tascha 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 Tascha 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. Tascha 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. Tascha pulled herself up a little and then relaxed again, letting herself sink down a bit further.