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The cave floor felt cold against Bruce’s back, which contrasted with the warmth from Harley’s body on top of him. His hands were glued to her magnificently plump ass and were palming it involuntarily. He was breathing heavily and trying to recover from the vicious fucking that had just transpired. Harley placed a small kiss on the Dark Knight’s cheek and slowly rolled off his fit body.



“I can’t ever go back to another dick after that,” Harley admitted, walking over to Selina.



Harley sat her giant ass in Selina’s lap with a loud “thump” and licked her lips.



“But I could have a little taste of something else,” she coyly revealed.



“You see something you like, Ms. Quinn?” Selina mocked, raising an eyebrow.



Harley dipped her face down towards Catwoman’s rosy nipple and graced it with a light lick.



Selina arched her back, pushing her breast into Harley’s lovely face. Harley accepted the nipple into her mouth and began to suck it intensely. Selina closed her eyes and let the pings of pleasure wash over her. The woman sitting on top of her continued her new task, alternating nipples as she did.



After a few quiet moments of sexual discovery, the preoccupied women were startled by an echoing laugh.



“My influence must be stronger than I realized,” the disembodied voice mocked.



Out of the shadows appeared a lovely green female form, her long legs gliding in graceful strides. As she swayed into view, her two obscenely giant breasts threatened to bounce out of her leotard, which was seemingly made out of small leaves. Her pale green skin contrasted against crimson hair, and she flipped it to one side as she rested her hands on her hips.



“Ivy..,” The Batman muttered.



“What do you mean, Ivy? Selina and I got here first, your influence means nothing,” Harley protested, frowning at Poison Ivy’s arrival.



“Less than nothing,” Selina agreed.



Poison Ivy walked toward Harley, still sitting on Selina’s lap, and faced her closely. Harley Quinn looked perplexed but did not back down from the newcomer, looking at her defiantly. The green woman pressed her dark green lips together, and blew softly in Harley’s face. Harley’s reaction was immediate as the warm air hit her.



Harley Quinn swiftly turned and pushed her lips to Catwoman’s. Selina returned the kiss passionately, putting her tongue into Harley’s mouth. The women surrendered to their sexual needs and moved from the chair to the ground. Harley got on top of Catwoman while Selina groped her huge butt, digging her fingers into the bountiful flesh. The women were a tangle of limbs and paid no attention to the world around them, only to their bodies.



“My influence is everything. Look how eagerly you two grab one another. Should I accuse you of being lesbians?,” Poison Ivy smirked.



“You’re behind the attacks in Gotham,” Batman managed to accuse, sitting up groggily.



“You say that like you’re surprised. A city where a known plant controlling, hormone manipulating, eco-terrorist runs free? You couldn’t put that together? World’s Greatest Detective you may not be,” she observed, moving towards him.



“No motive,” he responded, his head becoming fuzzy near her powers.



“You are right,” she admitted, “I just wanted to create a little chaos to get your attention.”



Poison Ivy knelt down next to Bruce, and lifted his face to her lips. An electric charge shot through him as their lips met, an urge in his southern region beginning to surface. He kissed Ivy back, and became a creature of blind, sexual desire.



As Ivy kissed the Dark Knight, she gave a snap of her fingers. All of the leaves forming her leotard, so tightly clad to her body, fell instantly, revealing her naked, light green skin to the air. Her round bubble butt sprung free and her humongous hooters jiggled unrestricted. The heavy hangers were enormous, much bigger than Harley or Selina’s, and were blessed with small, dark green nipples. Ivy pulled away from her man’s face and smiled.



“You’ve had Selina’s tight body, and Harley’s astounding ass. Do you think you can handle my H-cup titties, Batman? Can you take on my stupidly gigantic breasts?” she asked, not caring for an answer.



Ivy pointed upwards with a single finger and Bruce understood the command. Her hormone manipulating powers controlling him, he stood in nakedness. Continuing to kneel below him, Ivy placed her lips right in front of his hardening erection, knowing it would soon be at full mast. When the member stiffened completely, Ivy looked up at the Dark Knight.



“This dick is more impressive than I imagined. I almost regret letting Selina and Harley have it first,” she said, pleased with the thick cock.



Ivy dove onto the pole with her mouth with no regard for grace or finesse; her goal was to shove as much as possible down her throat. Bruce grunted as his head hit the back of her warm oral cavern, and her responsive gag shook him. Ivy took the challenge of the bulging cock, and assaulted it with her gullet. The result was less of a blowjob, and more of Ivy fucking Bruce’s penis with her esophagus.



The green beauty allowed Bruce to grab two handfuls of red hair as she worked on his manhood. Bruce had never been this deep down a woman’s mouth, and the incredible feeling roused a familiar pleasurable sensation in him.



Before he explored the feeling further, Ivy retreated from the log and descended to his heavy hanging ball sack. Slipping a large testicle past her lips, Bruce groaned in elation as she sucked. Ivy savored the salty taste of the round egg, loving how heavy with sperm it felt. Pleasure shot through the Batman as she licked the testicle, covering it in her saliva. Ivy grabbed the base of his shaft and jerked while she switched to the other testicle and sucked more intensely. Bruce could feel himself reaching the limit.



Then Ivy stopped.



Bruce Wayne’s face contorted as his bliss was taken from him. Before he could question why the heaven of Ivy’s mouth had left him, his wet and throbbing cock was engulfed in unbelievably soft warmth. The welcome feeling surrounded the Dark Knight’s genitals, and he looked down to identify the source of his satisfaction.



Ivy’s behemoth breasts were wrapped around his thick cock, the entirety of the member completely disappeared in her deep cleavage. Ivy’s breasts were so bountiful, even his ball sack was shoved in between her chest melons. The walls of her fleshy and supple pillows embraced him, and Ivy smiled knowingly.



“My tits are nothing less the epic, Batman. You will never be the same after this,” she promised, gripping him with her incredible bosom.



At first, the green skinned villainess moved her breasts painfully slow, teasing the member with her boob cage. The fleshy prison enveloped Bruce in a way he had never felt as it lazily squeezed him. Batman became diamond hard, his anticipation almost exploding, and he was rewarded when Ivy felt he was appropriately aroused.



Ivy quickened the pace of her titty-fuck, now steadily working her breasts on the turgid penis. Bruce marveled as she danced her incredible mammaries around his manhood, making him feel more euphoria than he thought possible. Ivy saw her good work was affecting the Caped Crusader, and increased her speed to a gallop.



“That huge prick feels so good slipping around in my massive mammaries. I can feel it throb as I slide up and down the shaft. Do you want to cum? Is that what you want? My big breasts are making you want to explode?” she teasingly asked.



Bruce only grunted in the affirmative, and Ivy quickened her pace. She wildly bounced around his spear, juggling her breasts up and down. She alternated her left and right boobs, one going up, the other down, shoving the dick back and forth in her chest cavern. Pressure built inside of Bruce’s hard-as-rock erection, and he hummed a warning of his inevitable climax.



“Fucking do it. I deserve your hot, phlegmy load. My titties just feel too good for you to hold back any longer. Blow that fat load,” Ivy snarled, her brow furrowing with ferocity.



“I’m going to cum Ivy!” Bruce shouted as his body tightened, his release arriving.



As she revealed Bruce’s head from her breasts, Poison Ivy parted her luscious lips and opened her mouth widely. Her tongue stuck out just in time as Bruce cannoned a long jet of pearly jizz directly onto it. The sperm landed along her tongue, the sweetness electrifying Ivy’s taste buds. Before Bruce shot another rope, Ivy engulfed the entirety of the tall dick in her mouth. The second shot of the Bat’s cum punished the back of Ivy’s throat, and she coughed slightly as it rushed down her gullet.



Ivy massaged the heavy ball sack currently supplying her with delicious cum, wanting to coax out as much as possible. The gesture did not go unappreciated. Bruce’s teeth clenched as he continued to shoot waves of thick semen into the green woman, his euphoria unbelievable.



Struggling not to choke on the voluminous spunk, Ivy held the base of Batman’s prick with an airtight seal. Streams of potent love juice barreled into her, and the evil woman swallowed it like a champ. Bruce’s last contraction was strong and long, giving Ivy one last glob of gelatinous goo. Ivy gulped it down and removed herself from the cock, which was wet with her saliva.



“Your spunk is like thick pudding. It is fucking delicious. Why didn’t you tell me?” Ivy said with a cheeky expression, smacking Bruce in his firm ass.



The emerald temptress motioned for the World’s Greatest Detective to lie on the floor, a position Bruce was now used to. The curvy Ivy climbed onto his muscular form, and traced her fingers on his chiseled abs. She leaned to his face and blew a sweet scent his way, the intoxication aroma muddling his senses. His manhood began to rise as Ivy’s power took effect.



“That’s it Batman, surrender to me. It’s okay. Harley and Selina certainly have,” Ivy said, pointing over to the entangled women.



Selina and Harley had progressed in their sensual acts. Selina was between Harley’s legs, licking at her sensitive clitoris as a cat would milk. Harley gasped in pleasure as waves of heaven were sent through her, and her legs began to squirm as her climax neared. Harley shouted as she crossed the precipice of her orgasm.



“Suck my clit! I’m cumming you pussy licking pussycat!” Harley cried out in rapture.



Selina wrapped her lips around Quinn’s womanhood and lapped at it as her orgasm continued. Harley shrieked as waves of bliss washed over her, groping her own breasts and wildly flailing her legs. When she came down from her pinnacle, she wasted no time jumping onto Catwoman to return the favor.



Harley took hold of Selina’s perky breasts, her hands palming the supple flesh expertly. She placed small kisses on her body as she descended to her warm slit. When she reached Selina’s entrance, Harley teased the skin around it with her tongue. Moans of anticipation came from Catwoman, awaiting the wet touch of Harley’s tongue.



“Lick my cunt you crazy bitch,” Catwoman commanded, her wait becoming unbearable.



Giggling at her lover’s frustration, Harley finally placed her mouth around the hot crevice.



“Fuck yes! Fucking suck on my pussy you balloon butt bitch,” Selina degraded as Harley worked her snatch.



Bruce looked on as Harley Quinn lapped at Catwoman’s southern region. The sight of the two villainesses was incredibly sexy, and his cock couldn’t stop hardening. He was soon standing with a fully engorged dick as he watched the two women crave each other. Ivy laughed amusingly as she saw her plans come to fruition.



“That’s it. I’m going to cum on your pretty face,” Selina revealed, her climax impending.



Catwoman wrapped her fit legs around Harley’s head as her muscles locked, preparing for her orgasm. The force at which the thighs clung to her head suffocated Harley, but it didn’t deter her from bringing Selina to her summit.



“I’m cumming you lesbian slut!” Selina shouted, her orgasm hitting her like a wall.



Harley did her best to focus on flicking Selina’s swollen clit with her tongue without blacking out. Catwoman’s back arched as she rode her incredible orgasm, her twat glued to Quinn’s face. Shouts echoed through the Batcave as Selina couldn’t keep quiet, and she eventually climbed down from her climax.



Catwoman released Harley from her leg lock and allowed her only a moment to catch her breath. She leaned over and kissed her deeply, tasting her own wetness on Harley’s lips. When she pulled away, the two lovers smiled at each other, knowing what was next.



Agreeing on the next step of their adventure without speaking, the two rested their backs on the floor. Spreading their legs widely, two pink and perfect pussies were displayed, heat resonating from both. With no more hesitation, Selina and Harley pushed their perfect pussies tightly together.



The two women began to grind into each other, pleasure going off like fireworks inside of them. Their clits brushed against each other, sending extreme signals of need through the entwined bodies. Wedged delightfully, the pussies worked, rubbed, and massaged. The two women acted as one, scissoring with animal like ferociousness.



“Isn’t it beautiful Batman? All we really want is our needs satisfied. We walk around thinking we are high functioning beings. We think are philosophies and abstract thinking make as different from animals, better than mindless drones. But that isn’t the truth. It doesn’t matter who you are. You can always be reduced to a blubbering sex idiot by a pair of grossly gargantuan tits,” Ivy preached, groping her own heavy chest hangers.



Poison Ivy straddled Batman, and grabbed hold of his think trunk. She placed her verdant vagina in front of the colonnade, and slapped the mushroom head against her clitoris. Ivy bit her lower lip as a shock of pleasing feelings rippled through her. She couldn’t wait to have the broad head push through her small entrance.



“I’m not going to refuse myself this fat fuck-stick any longer,” she said to herself, placing the cock at her opening.



Bruce felt cozy wetness at the tip of his penis, and Ivy descended on the wide phallus.



“Oh fuck! OH FUCK! How can your cock be THIS FUCKING THICK?!” Ivy screeched, the first couple inches already testing her tight twat.



The jade goddess forced her small crevice over the pillar, and her face contorted in pain. The invading log stretched her pussy more than ever, and Ivy smiled through her delightful agony.



“I can’t believe I’ve waited so long for a dick like this. It’s so pussy numbing; I can’t feel my fucking toes,” the skewered slut informed, still pushing herself onto Bruce.



The muscles in Bruce’s neck tightened and he gritted his teeth as his super sword was sheathed inside of Ivy’s snug warmth. Her wetness made the cock slippery, preparation for the impending ride. The head of Batman’s penis pushed deeply against Poison Ivy’s cervix, causing the woman’s body to twist in happy torture.



“I’m going to fuck this super-sized schlong. I am going to fuck it until I coax all of your creamy cum from those big balls,” Ivy snarled down at Batman.



The blimp breasted woman began to grind her hips on the titanic tool, slowly rolling her pelvis. The walls of her insides gripped Batman tightly, her vagina stuffed to the limit with dick. The manhood stretched her so thinly; she felt each popping, pulsing vein brush along her canal. Hums, moans, and squeaks of approval came from Ivy as she accommodated the new addition to her womanhood.



Flowing passion heated Ivy’s nether region as she increasingly quickened her riding, losing all thoughts other than pure sexual desire. Her large chest lobes shook pleasingly as she bounced, their fluid motion hypnotizing. Bruce fixated his eyes on her dark nipples, which sprung around as her boobs shook.



While Ivy romped on him, Bruce snaked his hands up her fit and tight tummy. His fingertips traced her lean torso, her smooth skin simultaneously soft and taut. He reached up to her prodigious chesticles, and seized two handfuls of impeccably pliable tit flesh. His fingers dug deeply and disappeared in the overly generous bust, exploring every inch of the chest watermelons. Bruce pulled and palmed the dynamic breasts, roughly massaging their cushiony perfection.



“I know you love my beastly big boobs. They are so fucking enormous. I bet you would tell me your identity if I threatened to take them away from you,” she wickedly grinned at The Batman.



Batman kept his hold on her ridiculous rack, but terror shone behind his eyes. He continued to knead her ballooning bosom, but fear gripped his mind. He was affected so frighteningly because he knew she spoke the truth. He knew if he was denied the most perfect tits he had ever felt, he would do anything to regain access to them. Though his fear was great, he couldn’t stop himself from indulging in Ivy’s wonderful body. Sensing his unease, Ivy laughed at him.



“Oh don’t worry, I don’t want to know. I get so much hotter this way,” she admitted, picking up her pace to a fast gallop.



Bruce felt a familiar pressure build near his genitals, and he knew his climax would happen soon. His body stiffened and his ball sack tightened, readying another famously large load. Ivy’s nipples tickled his palms as he continued to squeeze her titties.



“Oh my, you are gonna blow aren’t you? You are going to blow your fat, thick load! Your cock is getting me so close too. But you have to follow my instructions if you want to finish. Promise?” she proposed, her breathing labored.



“Yes. I promise,” Batman said without thinking.



“I want you to do it. I want you to blow your load. And I want you to pump all of it in my cunt. I have complete control over how fertile I am, and you better believe my womb is so fucking fertile right now. Cum inside me. Impregnate me with your potent seed. Knock me up right now,” she told him, her voice dripping with lustful hunger.



Bruce had already shot is wad into the fertile Selina and Harley, and he couldn’t resist impregnating three women in the same night. The Batman made his decision, nodding to Ivy as he neared the edge.



“I think it’s cute you think you had a choice,” she mocked, her sprint faster than ever before.



“I’m going to cum!” The Dark Knight bellowed, his cock tensing.



“OH FUCK! YOUR MONSTER DICK IS MAKING ME CUM TOO!” Ivy screeched in elation.



Ivy yelled into the cave’s darkness as her toes curled. Every part of her body tingled with intense pressure as she reached her euphoric release. She squirmed on the Bat-cock as Bruce’s first powerful shot ejaculated deeply into her fertile womb. Ivy shouted in pleasant surprise as the spurt of jizz splattered against her cervix.



“FILL ME UP! JAM ME WITH YOUR BABY BROTH! FUCKING CRAM ME WITH SPUNK!” Ivy loudly encouraged, riding her orgasm to the fullest.



Ivy’s heat only made Batman’s climax heighten. His succeeding ropes of cum were longer and bigger, coating her inside in sticky goo. Bruce’s hands mashed Ivy’s incredible tits together as he impregnated her.



Both lovers came down from their peak after what seemed like hours, and they collapsed in a heap of limbs.



“Watching you impregnate her was so hot, Bats,” Harley commented, roughly grinding into Selina’s pussy a few paces away.



“You knocked us all up Bats. That is so fucking naughty,” Selina agreed, rubbing her pelvis in between Harley’s thighs.



The scissoring women breathed heavily, working hard at their fucking. Sweat glistened across their skin as they twisted into each other. Pleasure in both women was building, becoming harder to contain. It wasn’t long before they were ready to launch into ecstasy.



Harley’s mouth gaped as she prepared for her climax, and her hands slapped against the floor, bracing for her ultimate release. Selina’s figure stiffened, her extremities curling as she neared her apex. The pace of the same sex fuck didn’t slow, and the end had arrived. A moment of silence fell before the storm, and then the Batcave burst with a roar.

The Innocents Abroad



For months the Great Pleasure Excursion to Europe and the Holy Land was chatted about in the newspapers. Its like had not been thought of before. It was to be a picnic on a gigantic scale. The participants were to sail away in a great steamship with flags flying and take a royal holiday in many a strange clime and land renowned in history!



What was there about lacking in that program? Nothing, that any finite mind could discover, except one question. I was a young man, and of course the thought occurred to my mind, “Will I lack for female companionship on this expedition?” I therefore made inquiries, and was gratified to learn that the passenger list composed three ministers of the gospel, several military and naval chieftains, eight doctors, sixteen ladies of various ages, and also the daughters of four of the above ranging in age from eighteen to twenty-one. Thinking that among such a selection of fair ones I should surely find the adventure a young man desires, I promptly booked passage.



The vessel was appointed to sail on a Saturday early in June. I reached the ship and found all bustle and confusion. I waited my time, and soon seeing a family with a young daughter approaching, managed to be standing at the bottom of the gangway just in time to offer to take her valise and give her my arm as we went on board. This of course, led to introductions and an invitation from her papa to dine with them soon. Slipping away, I made my way back ashore and performed the same gallant maneuver with the other three young ladies as they boarded the ship also. They were a well assorted lot, and of them all a certain Miss Mary T. caught my attention by her coquettish ways, and also by the elegant fashion in which I found her firm young boob pressing my arm as we climbed aboard. I made a mental note to pay more attention to Miss Mary.



We weighed anchor, and went to sea. I thought that never was such gladness in the air before, such brightness in the sun, such beauty in the sea. As we left the harbor, I decided to promenade around the deck. It was breezy and pleasant, but the sea was very rough. One could not promenade without risking his neck. One’s safest course, that day, was to clasp a railing and hang on; walking was too precarious a pastime. As I was engaging in this prudent conduct, comfortably ensconced against a pillar and holding hard to the rail, I was gratified to behold Miss Mary T. also attempting to make a promenade. Just as she approached me, the ship was taking deadly aim at the sun with its bowsprit, and the next moment it was trying to harpoon a shark in the bottom of the ocean.



By means of a happy accident I was able to place myself in such a manner as to be able to render aid to Miss Mary just as the ship pitched. In honest fact, the tossing precipitated her bodily into my arms. With a little gasp, she threw her arms around my neck to steady herself. This was well enough in itself, but after the immediate danger was over, she pressed her body even closer to mine, holding tight around my neck and rubbing her tits and groin against me in a most personal way.



Without preliminary, she breathlessly whispered in my ear, “Mama and papa have a date to play whist after dinner. Come to my cabin when the card players begin their evening.” Nothing could have been more warming to my heart, not to say raising to my cock. I replied, “I shall be delighted.” and then, in a louder voice, “Permit me now to escort you below?”



She nodded so I took the liberty of placing my arm around her waist, lest there should be another sudden movement of the ship, and together we proceeded to her family’s cabin. She made sure that I knew the cabin number and the deck, and then showed me an intricate little knock that I could use to identify myself. Allowing me to caress her tits gently in farewell, she slipped inside, looking back with a smile that was full of the promise of further delights.



This was shaping up to be a delightful voyage in every way. It was with a glad heart that I listened to the dinner bell ring at six that evening. By seven o’clock dinner was about over; an hours promenade on the upper deck followed, and each time around as I encountered the lovely Miss Mary and her patriarchal father and antediluvian mother I bowed gently. My loins quivered each time she smiled and dimpled as she curtsied in return, her low cut gown providing a gentle glimpse at the rounded tops of her boobs. I dared show no further interest, however, under Mama’s stern gaze. Soon the gong sounded and most of the passengers returned to the large saloon for cards. I loitered around the door until I saw that Mama and Papa T. were well into their game, and then silently slipped out of the room.



The motion of the ship had again increased, and I stumbled down the passage like a drunken man. I attribute that solely to the deck rising and falling under my feet, and would not admit to a giddiness at the thought of Miss Mary awaiting me in her cabin. Learned men may disagree but I am sticking to that story. I sounded the intricate triple rap she had taught me, my cock twitching in my trousers as I did. The door opened just a slit and I saw her merry eyes, one of them closed in a teasing wink. The door opened a bit more and a slim bare arm reached out and quickly drew me inside. Behind me the door clicked shut. Before me, to my amazement, I beheld the lovely Miss Mary, not in the voluminous gown which was her common dress aboard, not even in her shift or petticoats. Her body was wrapped only in a linen sheet from the bunk, pulled tight over her tits and leaving her white shoulders bare.



Just then the ship decided to sink away from under us, and the motion impelled this soft body directly into my arms. She clutched me tightly, pressing against me under the thin sheet, and as the ship righted herself, she giggled and began to unbutton my waistcoat. My shirt swiftly followed and as it fell to the floor, so did the sheet covering that delicious body. I felt her naked tits press into my bare chest, the nipples hard with excitement, and softly rub back and forth. No true gentleman could fail to salute such a grand display, and of course my hands were soon busy entertaining those soft mounds.



By this time my cock was threatening to pop the buttons of my trousers. Gently those soft hands rubbed over it and then began to work on the buttons. She showed a delightful talent in this direction and rapidly lowered my trousers over my knees. I was happy to remember that I had felicitously chosen clean cotton drawers this morning as she quickly dispatched them also. Now my manly shaft stood out like the flagpole on a steamboat, and she dropped to her knees before me and proceeded to her work with a will.



I threw back my head and moaned gently as those soft lips worked their way around the head of my dick, and then slowly sucked it into her mouth. I had often seen from the pilot house on the Mississippi the great cylinder heads working up and down as the engines were fired, and it was with equal satisfaction that I watched the head of this girl work up and down on my cock. I felt the same feeling of proprietorship in that cock as I had felt in the steamboat plowing down the middle of the river. Faster and faster she went, and it was not long before I had a full head of steam and was moving mightily toward the quay.



But now the ship took to rocking again, and the whole operation took on a new aspect. Just as I would thrust my cock toward her throat, that blasted ship would decide to roll the other way and I would find myself dangling in space. She would try to get her lips back around it, and the ship would toss its head another direction and she might miss entirely. This was disconcerting, to say the least, and I cursed old Neptune in my head again and again. Just as I would begin to drive deeply with the greatest pleasure, he would toss the ship again and leave my bowsprit pointing as high in the heavens as the ship’s was.



Finally we concluded to give this operation up as a dry well, and I pushed Miss Mary back onto the bunk. This proved to be a more stable platform, merely rocking back and forth with the ship. Carefully spreading her white thighs, I took a careful sighting on the wet pink pussy there and plunged my shaft toward it. Alas, just then old Neptune shook his trident again and I wound up driving a furrow along her thigh and into the long grass.



She was no less disconcerted than I, and endeavored to correct the situation. Her hips heaved up to capture my shaft, and with great good luck so did the ship. I plunged into the warm wetness, and gave a sigh of satisfaction. Now we began to learn in earnest to take advantage of the motion of the ship, and let it control the speed and depth of motion we shared. The ship pressed up and drove her pussy against my shaft and I heaved. Then the ship decided to drop down over a wave, and my dick slid almost out of its goal. Again the ship rose up and again I plunged my cock deep into her cunt, and again pulled out as the ship tossed.



We kept up this uneven contest with the elements for some time, and by letting the ship win the battle soon were racing toward our climaxes. Together we pressed together and let the ship rock us, producing the most delightful feelings of pleasure. Finally the ship gave one great upward pitch and then dived down to the bottom of the sea, and my cock penetrated far into her wet depths and both of us cried out as we came together. Then locked in a deep embrace we let the ship rock us back and forth as we relaxed.



Eventually the time came to leave. I searched for my clothes about the room, scattered here and there by our hurry to come together and the assistance of the ship tossing about as we had thrown them around the stateroom. I managed to make something of a toilet, although I fear my waistcoat was seriously awry and the buttons far from their proper places. With one final warm embrace, I slid open the stateroom door and emerged into the corridor.



To my amazement, I had not taken two steps before I beheld coming down the passage none other than the patriarch and the whale. Shuffling toward them with downcast eyes, with quaking heart I heard him say, “Why, what the devil are you doing here, youngster? Ain’t your cabin on the other deck?”



Of course I had no lie ready, and in those circumstances a man is at a disadvantage. It is always best to prepare your lies ahead of time, and then they rip right out easily. But when you haven’t had time to think it over, they seem to stick in your throat and not want to slide out. I stammered and muttered something about being confused with the weather, and the ship rocking sending me astray. Just then, to my gratification, she gave a good heavy lurch and all of us were forced to grab a rail. Thinking furiously I allowed this lurch to propel me a good way down the passage, and thus escaped from the glaring parents. I breathed a silent prayer that my pretty companion had managed to put the sheets back on the bed and hide her delicious body under them before being surprised.



Thus the time passed merrily while at sea. I learned that two of the girls aboard the ship were of strict religious denominations and spent their after dinner hours in the chapel in prayer. But Miss Mary and one other girl were decidedly of different persuasions and were glad to welcome myself, and several other of the young men aboard, to participate in their after dinner services. The comradeship thus constituted among the young folk was very close and the older passengers were heard often to comment what fine flowers of American youth we all were as we sported on deck during the day. No doubt some of them wondered where certain of our number were after dinner, but they were too much engaged in either church services or whist to inquire too deeply.



It seemed that but little time passed in this desirable fashion before excitement spread through the ship as we neared the continent of Europe. Very soon we steamed into the great city of Marseilles, near to nightfall. My friend Dan and I contracted with a waterman for the privilege of using his boat as a bridge, and set foot in France! Of course, the first thing we wanted to do was to see the notorious Can-Can dancers. We approached a young man standing under a lamppost, smoking a French cigarette which by its smell seemed to be made of horse dung scraped off the streets. Dan confidentially approached him and said, “Pardon, Monsewer, noos vooloons vwar le danse du can can?”



The young man looked perplexed. As all Americans do when speaking to foreigners, Dan raised his voice and shouted at the young man, “Monsewer, noos avons lee deesire oo lee dansoos du lee can can!” Again, there was no response but a perplexed look.



Dan was becoming annoyed. “Blast it, man, don’t you understand perfectly good French?” he cried.



The young man dropped his vile cigarette and said, “Blimey, mate, why didn’t you speak English at first? I don’t understand any of your buggered French!”



It developing that our new acquaintance was a member of Her Majesty’s Navy on shore leave, we promptly hailed each other as warm friends, based on our shared language in this strange land. Finding that the sailor had the same intentions that we did, we proceed to search for some low dive where the notorious can can might be displayed. Sudden a domed and filigreed white temple appeared to our view. Seeing no other place more likely to gratify our desires, we took a chance on this one. Within it was a drinking saloon and all around it a broad platform for the dancers. Twenty sets formed, the music struck up, and then — I placed my hands before my face for very shame. But I looked through my fingers. This is the can can. The idea of it is to dance as wildly as you can, and if you are a woman, expose yourself as much as possible.



The girls grasped their dresses with both hands, raised them pretty high, danced an extraordinary jig that had more exposure about than any jig I ever saw, and then launched a vicious kick. Their silk bloomers were on display for the edification of all in the audience. Then they turned their backs and flipped their dresses up so that their underpinnings in that area were on full display, tantalizingly pulled tight across their pretty little butts. Well, this show was good enough for my custom anytime. But then alarming things began to happen.



First, the girls partners seemed to be wanting to fondle the soft material over their chests, but then as the drums came to a great roll, they pulled their hands away and there seemed to be some sort of a wardrobe malfunction. Every one of those unfortunate girls lost the top of her dress, bringing out a display of feminine boobs such as I had never had the joy to observe before. Now they were dancing and kicking in a way that had never been seen on earth since Tam O’Shanter saw the witches and goblins at their orgies outside the wee kirk. Their boobs bounced and their butts wiggled.



I whispered to Dan, “Should we leave?” That is, I thought about whispering that to Dan. I had every intention of whispering that to Dan. But somehow what came out was, “We have to see what comes next.”



I know Dan intended to respond, “Of course we should leave,” but what he actually whispered was, “We sure do!”



Well, after kicking and wiggling her tits some more, each of the girls turned to face her partner and spread her legs wide. The men then slid right under the girls skirts. As if that was not enough to bring a blush to any right minded observer, as the men emerged from under the skirts it could be seen that each waved a silky pair of bloomers in the air! The girls shrieked, but then they began to lift their skirts again, showing bare legs and a glimpse of more above them. They turned their backs and flipped up their skirts, and we were presented with an array of glorious moons as big and round as any I ever saw over the Mississippi on a dark night. Then they turned around again, raised their skirts high, and started to kick.



Now we truly saw a spectacle, as each girl presented a somewhat different aspect. Some were dark, with heavy pubic hair over pink pussy lips. Others were blonde with light sparse hair and cunts that were almost white. There was one flaming redhead who duplicated that feature over her pussy and presented an amazing spectacle. As they kicked their pussies opened and closed in unison and they continued to shriek in delight.



This, then, was the notorious Can-Can. Dan and I looked at each other, and our minds had but a single thought. If the can-can was such a success, how much more so must be the famous French filles de joie? But where were to find these flowers of delight? Dan nudge me, and pointed to our Naval associate. With the unerring instinct that men of his profession seem to possess, he had clearly taken aim on his objective near the far wall, and was in the process even now of boarding her. A number of her sister ships sailed the same course, so Dan and I turned our compasses in that direction.



Neither Dan nor I seemed to be of a mind to essay another voyage into the French language, so we simply approached the girls jingling a few pieces of American gold specie in our hands. The filles seemed well acquainted with this method of communication, and we speedily concluded our agreements, I with a delightful little girl of pale skin and blonde hair, with white tits spilling out the front of her chemise, whose name was Marie, and Dan with a somewhat larger girl of dark hair and face, whose bountiful boobs seemed ready to burst their container. She was called Celeste.



Led by the filles de joie, we ascended a stairway into the upper hallway. Naturally we had expected to be led to separate chambers, but the girls giggled and opened the door to one large room equipped with two bedsteads. Pushing me down on one, and Dan on the other, they astonished us by beginning a show that we had not expected to be part of our contract.



First delicately holding each other by the waist, they gently kissed, and then pulling closer together in passionate embrace, impaled their tongues into each others mouths and were soon deep kissing and rubbing their tits against each other in a most exciting way. Soon Marie turned her back to her colleague, and was speedily disencumbered of her dress and petticoat, leaving her in bloomers and a black corset. Celeste’s hands roamed over her soft shoulders, down to the silky fabric over her ass and legs, and up into the space where the silk covered her pussy. Then the positions were reversed and Celeste was as swiftly divested of her dress. Her corset was brilliant red and pushed her delicious boobs up to the point of almost spilling out. She turned and Marie kissed her all over from the shoulders and neck down into that deep cleavage. Then skillfully Marie opened the clasps of the corset and let it fall to the floor, thus presenting Celeste’s large boobs and hard nipples to our view. As Marie caressed those soft globes, I could feel my cock straining against my trousers, and looking at the other bed observed manifestations in Dan’s lower regions which indicated he shared the experience.



Now Marie’s corset was removed, and her small pink nipples were sought by Celeste’s mouth. Sucking gently, she clearly brought pleasure to Marie, who cast back her head and moaned softly. Celeste’s hand again sought the soft place between Marie’s legs and we could see the dampness spreading over the fabric. Putting her hand inside the bloomers, Celeste skillfully pulled them down so that she could caress Marie’s pussy. At first she probed softly into the pink lips under the blond hair, but then with more and more force and swiftness. Marie’s hips moved toward her hand and rotated slowly.



Now Celeste turned around again, and Marie was able to drop her corset and reach around her to grasp her large boobs and squeeze the dark nipples. Then Marie slid her hands down the others ass and pulled her bloomers off. As this happened my hand seemed to develop a mind of its own and crept toward my crotch, following old habits. I was forced to speak sternly to it, and demand that it retire from its objective and leave that to the ladies now before us. It is well when traveling to learn new ways from the inhabitants of the land.

(or, One Way To Solve The Middle East Peace Crisis)



***



Baltimore to Australia. 22 hours. My fiancé and I were taking up a friend on his generous offer of Companion Passes, as he was a supervisor for a major airline. Free tickets in exchange for a small bit of ganja and a smaller bit of cash.



The three of us had just settled into first class. It was a damn near empty red-eye, us being the only front-of-house passengers, so they turned off the lights almost immediately after serving the first round of drinks. I had taken a Percocet, both to calm my nerves about my first International flight, and because of the beautiful wide-awake but dreamy, ecstasy-like delirium it puts me in. The glass of wine had a nice boosting effect, and by cruising altitude, I was lit.



I leaned over to Josh, my fiancé – a strong, handsome and highly skilled Son of Abraham – and planted light kisses on his face. “Thank you”, I whispered. He gave me his sexy, half-lidded smile, grabbed me behind my neck, and pulled me in for a long, deep kiss. He nodded. Go time.



***



Our friend, Ali, was a striking man of Pakistani descent. We met while he was rescuing me in his AAA van, a side gig for him. It was a lovely 70 degrees that February night in DC, thanks to good ol’ Global Warming. The unseasonable temperatures had me in constant Spring Fever, and my libido was crazy high, even for a woman of almost 30. I had been lying face down on the hood of my car when he arrived, reading.



I am short, only 5’4″, but am very stacked. My 38DDD breasts were smooshed to bursting out of my top as I lie there, my trim waist curving out into my beautiful, tight but soft round ass, and long, silky, dirty blonde hair cascading around me.



I hadn’t seen him arrive, so when I looked up and saw him, I was doubly startled. Not only was he in fact there finally, but had apparently been staring for quite some time, as his big cock was fully evident in his khakis.



My jaw literally dropped as my eyes moved up from his twitching meat to his gorgeous caramel face, deep, twinkling dark eyes, and the sexy, mischievous smile perched on his lips. My pussy became instantly soaked as I realized he was sizing me up with a similarly flattering appraisal.



After some friendly banter which led to some revelations about shared hobbies, musical tastes, and lifestyle, he unlocked my car, handed me my keys from the passenger seat, taking longer than needed touching my hand, and then asked for my number. I gave it happily, and he proceeded to tell me how lucky he felt to have such a beautiful damsel in distress to rescue that night.



He knew I was engaged, so we would merely casually flirt whenever he came over to our home. Eventually our trip to Australia was planned; great new friends out on an adventure together.



***



I covered myself with a blanket, then reached out and began stroking both men’s legs slowly, looking at each of them in turn. Ali looked confused, as he had basically given up on any hope of fucking me at that point in the friendship. He looked quizzically at Josh, who winked back, mouthing “Go for it!”



I slowly slid the blanket down just under my breasts, and pulled open my top, conveniently low cut and stretchy. My massive, firm, round and all-natural ladies stretched into the open, large Irish-pale pink nipples standing up and out proudly in the cool cabin air. I leaned in and gave Ali a soft kiss, trailing my hand beneath his chin seductively, pulling him to my breast. I did the same to Josh, then closed my eyes, leaned back, and sighed heavily as the first waves of pleasure I was to experience that night began washing over me. My lacy nylon panties had been drenched since I got on board, knowing full well our intentions for our friend.



While they dually nursed, I began my tandem stroking again, this time along their fat, rock-hard cocks. They had both already liberated their little friends underneath the blanket. Ali, having waited so long to have a shot at me, was harder than I’ve ever felt a man. And I produce some seriously stiff sausages, let me tell ya. I was thrilled to find about eight and a half inches of perfectly straight, smooth brown cock staring up at me when I peeked.



His precum made a lovely lubricant as I slowly teased and tortured them, softly running the tips of my fingers up, down, and around them. I pulled away long enough to lick my fingers needily and get them nice and wet.



Once my now slick palms touched down, both of them jumped, and I felt two solid cocks begin to bubble beneath the surface. I sped up a bit, gradually increasing speed and pressure as I stroked them up and down a few times, followed by a nice corkscrew move up the shafts and around the heads.



I knew my man had stamina, but Ali was clearly losing it in the heat and shock of it all. Sweat was forming on his face and palms, and he began biting and sucking hard at my nipple, kneading my tit with serious force while his other hand searched my body frantically, so happy to finally be able to explore the curves and soft, milky flesh he’d been wanting for so long.



I stopped abruptly, wrapping my hand tightly around the base of his cock and around his balls. Josh knowingly scooted further towards the window and helped me adjust. He replaced his hands on my ass and my dripping slit as I leaned over to take Ali in my mouth. He’d already seen my old porn videos, and knew I had skills, but Josh later told me he looked like he was about to burst into tears at the pleasure he was receiving.



I bobbed my head frantically, grabbing his ass and shoving him down my throat with all the force I could manage. I snaked my tongue gracefully around his pole, zigging and sagging along the shaft, tickling the underside of his head, spiraling towards the opening at the tip. His knuckles were white as he gripped the armrest on the aisle side with one hand and raked his nails up my spine viciously, drawing blood, and making me cum instantly.



Josh had been working my tight wet cunt fast and extremely hard, with two fingers inside me and another rubbing and pressing into my hot little hole above, while getting himself off with the other hand. I bucked and almost fell off of the seats as I spasmed with an electrically charged, it seemed, orgasm, squirting all over my man’s hand and wrists and lap (and seat, and window, and wall, and probably the freakin’ ceiling, too, for that matter). Ali pumped rope after rope of his hot, sweet nectar down my throat, now with both hands gripping the back of my head hard, holding me against his body as tightly as he could, suffocating me on his meat while he let out a loud-and-long “Ohhuuunnngghhhhmyfuckinggod…”. The sight was enough to earn me an ass covered in streams of my love’s baby batter, Josh aiming so he could watch it spray down over my ass and pussy, cumming with a primal grunt.



Josh lovingly massaged up and down my slippery, swollen cunt as we came down from the rush. He wiped us both off and covered me with a blanket, while Ali regained his composure after I licked him clean and put away his cock. We fell asleep soundly for about an hour, my head still in Ali’s lap, my skirt now pulled down over my previously exposed ass, all three of us sharing the nice big blanket we’d brought along.



The attendant finally came around again, and I was awoken to the question of beverages. I ordered another glass of wine, sat up rubbing my eyes (realizing that I’d made quite the puddle of now white, sticky girl-cum all over their first-class seating), and smiled widely, knowing that the flight had just begun.







***(My first erotic story ever! Feedback is begged for and if you folks say you like it, I’d be happy to tell the rest! It was quite a trip…)***



xoxo



KD

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