Hope you've enjoyed my foray into a new genre for me. The idea for the story hit and it just flowed. Many thanks to Dunes_et_Soleil for checking over my work for trouble spots. Thanks for reading!
The Nymph Finds Her Mate
Sorcha wore the pretty blue dress out of the shop. Carrying several heavy bags, she noted the time. Deciding to head back to the ship, even though she still had an hour, she turned toward the landing pad. Her steps were light and while the usual wet coated her pussy, she didn't feel the urgency to fuck as she usually did.
Until she reached the dock and found four big, strong men working there. They all towered over her, their shoulders broad and thighs thick with muscle. Sorcha's mouth watered and her pussy twinged, wetness now coating her entire crotch.
At her footsteps, they turned as one. Seeing a pretty woman alone, grins appeared and whistles sounded. Swinging her hips from side to side, Sorcha returned their smiles, the invitation clear. "Hello boys," she called.
"And what's a pretty little thing like you doing out here alone?" One of them asked, tilting his cap back to get a better view.
Her new dress dipped low over pert globes and landed high on her thighs. Sorcha's nipples poked out of the fabric, eager for fun. Holding up her bags, she silently answered the question.
Another of the men approached her, his eyes sliding down her body, setting it on fire. "I think you need a good stuffing."
A man took her shopping bags, setting them aside. "Think you can handle a plowing?"
The fourth man wandered around behind her, his hand sliding up the back of her dress, bunching the fabric up. When he found her naked ass, he hissed in pleasure. "Looky here, boys." He gathered the front of her skirt up and displayed her bare pussy.
"Oh my, you big powerful men seem to be accosting little ol' innocent me." Sorcha's tone was teasing, and she coyly nipped her finger.
Rough hands pulled down the bodice of her dress, exposing her heaving breasts. The men crowded around, all of them touching, rubbing, discovering her dripping snatch. "Over here," one of them grunted.
They lowered her down, sitting her on a flat, smooth sided crate. Pulling her dress off over her head, they went at her. Pushing her back, hands and mouths attacked her tits and a hot mouth latched onto her pussy. Sorcha loved it all. She reached, rubbing cocks through pants until they released them for her play.
With a bit of wiggling, she crammed one in her mouth while using her hand to pump another. The over stimulation had her juices flowing, coating her ass and legs. Fingers plunged into her pussy, the wet slopping sounds obscene.
One guy yanked off his pants and sat her up, getting in behind her. The others lifted her up. With a little help, his dick pressed into her ass. Sorcha moaned at the full feeling, her ass already having taken a hard pounding from Sam. Soon, another naked body moved in front of her, shoving a hard rod in her tunnel. This one was smaller, and she whimpered in disappointment.
"Haha Joey, your pencil dick isn't enough for her."
"Then bring it in. She's a tight fit, though."
The first one leaned over her, and the two men worked into her front and back. Another speared into her mouth. Sucking him in, Sorcha felt another nudge on her pussy. She groaned as a second man meat shoved in with the first. Now that was a full stretch.
With three cocks slamming into her body, Sorcha felt the hot ball of an orgasm gathering. Pussy splooge splattered out of her with every stroke of the three men slamming into her. Grabbing the ass of the body with the cock in her mouth, she shoved him deeper, feeling him so far down her throat she couldn't breathe.
As black spots danced in front of her eyes, an explosion went off in her middle. Her body convulsed, jerking and flopping in the men's arms. A rush of pleasure ripped through her, better than ever before. The extreme clamping of her pussy walls around the abundance of male johnsons filling her up had the men shouting and groaning. Soon jizz flew in her, over her, dripping off her face and body.
Ragged breathing filled the air as, one by one, the men pulled out. Sorcha lay exhausted and floating on a cloud of pleasure. She heard them speaking, but felt too content to move. Her legs splayed wide, her body coated in streams of spunk.
Sorcha drifted off, not really asleep, but not conscious of what went on around her. Until suddenly, warm water poured over her. From head to toe, the water flowed, washing away the sticky mess. Sputtering when the water went up her nose, Sorcha jerked up, looking around.
She found Portman handing a large bucket back to one of the dock workers she'd just fucked. "I'm leaving in five minutes. If you're joining me, best get a move on." He turned on his heel and stomped away. Frowning, Sorcha wondered if he was angry with her.
Wiping the water off as best she could, she pulled her dress over her head. She didn't see the workers anywhere, not that it mattered. They'd all got what they wanted with no complaints from anyone, not even herself.
Picking up her bags from where they'd escaped the ocean of sperm, she trudged to the ship. Heading for her room, she secured the bags in the closet, then strapped into the chair in her room. For some reason she didn't want to face Portman.
Once the ship had steadied, she unstrapped and headed for the shower. When she was clean, she collapsed on the bed. It had been a busy day and she couldn't keep her eyes open a moment longer.
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She woke feeling oddly depressed. Sitting up, she scrubbed her hands over her face before climbing from the bed. It took only a step before she realized the absence of the hum of engines. Stepping over, she looked out the tiny window in her room.
The ship rested on a tiny spot of land. Bridges led in all directions, connecting to other islands of different sizes. Some held buildings, others were bare or contained only a small parklike area. Curious, she reached in her closet and pulled on a cute pink dress and flat sandals.
Stepping into the hallway, she noticed Chuck down the way. Calling out a greeting, she then asked where they were.
We're on a water world. Portman said he'll be back soon.
"Thanks for the info. Is it safe to go out?"
