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 after
that
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 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."
