Pixies, Busties, Ryans, Chads...
Orgasmia's inhabitants were proving even more varied than I had imagined.
The screams went on all night, only stopping some time before dawn. Outside, the line had taken hours to dwindle to nothing, as half of the Pixie settlement took up madam Vidia's offer.
Trixie and I had a cabin to ourselves. The bed was large enough for me to lie down in, though it took up more than half the space. The floorboards outside creaked whenever someone walked past.
Trixie seemed particularly excited. No sooner had we entered the room then she had grabbed me and flung me onto the bed. Tearing off my clothes, she assaulted my cock with her usual vigour. With great effort, I managed to delay my orgasm for several minutes. It was enough for her to have at least half a dozen of her own.
Even when I had finished, she sucked me dry merrily, then lay on the bed next to me, furiously rubbing her cunt. Screams could be faintly heard from somewhere in the depths of the barge, as the Thickcocks attended to another client. Whenever they seemed to reach a crescendo, the pace of Trixie's masturbating would quicken. Her face was flushed with sweat, her petite body feeling like a small furnace next to my own.
This must have gone on for hours. Eventually I fell asleep, tired from the day's walk, at some point Trixie must have done the same.
By the time we woke sunlight was creeping into the room, and the gentle rocking of the floor indicated that the barge was underway. Quietly, so as not to disturb Trixie, I climbed out of bed, quietly opened the door and headed down the corridor. A few moments later I ascended a short staircase and found myself on deck.
We were slowly heading upriver, at somewhat less than a walking pace. A trio of masts were spaced down the centre of the barge, the sails unfurled and catching a steady breeze. The barge was lowest in its centre, with castles a deck higher at the front and rear. The whole thing was a little over a hundred feet long and maybe thirty wide. It was rectangular in shape.
Along the banks we were passing through more forest, with the occasional village surrounded by farmlands. Behind us - to the west, were the low hills that might have been the same ones where I'd crash-landed several days before. More highlands were visible to the north, while east of us the horizon was mostly flat.
Looking around, I sensed movement behind me, and managed to tear my eyes off the astonishing greenery.
It was one of the Ryans.
The man (or should I say male nymphite) was leaning against the railing on the opposite side of the barge. His hulking form was still a lot to take it, looking so much like an oversized bodybuilder. I estimated his height at well over seven feet, maybe seven and a half. His arms and legs and of almost equal thickness, comparable to the trunk of an ordinary man's body. He wore nothing but a cloth wrapped around his waist like a speedo, leaving little to the imagination. He was presumably flaccid at that moment, yet there was a noticeable bulge.
Perhaps sensing my presence in turn, the nymphite turned slightly to glance at me. He did a slight double take - perhaps the sight of a new man surprised him. He looked me up and down briefly. I hastily looked away, not wanting him to see me stare. Would he get the wrong idea? I was not gay, had never had the slightest inclination to it, but even I couldn't help admire his physique. How many men would kill to look like that - even if he was a bit oversized?
From somewhere near the front of the barge I heard voices. I walked in that direction, perhaps not wanting to feel so out of place. I found a short staircase that led me to the top of the forecastle. I found before me a group of people having breakfast.
Three of the male nymphites were there - and all three types were covered, a 'regular', a 'Ryan' and the 'Chad'. They all wore the same thin strips of cloth that seemed to be standard attire here. I wasn't sure if it was the climate or not. Around them were a number of what had to be more Busties, presumably making up the barge's crew. All of them were busily munching fruit, their massive chests straining noticeably at their thin garments. I counted six of them, plus Madam Vidia who sat at the end of the table. She turned to look at me as I approached.
"Helloo, Jay-soon of the sky" she crooned, getting up and waking towards me. Before I could object, she had taken my hand firmly and led me to the table, pushing be down onto a bench. She pulled a large bowl of fruit towards me.
"Eat up, we have weeks and weeks of sailing ahead of us!" she said enthusiastically.
I had been seated near the end of the table. The massive form of one of the Ryans was seated near me. Opposite was the one I recognised as the Chad. He was now hidden below the waist by the table, but a part of me couldn't help but imagine what he had down there. I grabbed a fruit seemingly at random, pausing slightly when I realised I had grabbed a rather large, yellow banana. I shook my head slightly. I had barely started eating when I heard a deep voice.
"Where did they pull you from?"
It was the Ryan who had spoken. His voice was a deep rumble, unlike any person I had ever heard. Were I a woman, I might have swooned at how deep it was, as inhumanly masculine as his body. I replied between mouthfuls of fruit.
