Casandra muscles in

Casandra sucked off the collective juices and started giving a vigorous handjob.

"This is an impressive love muscle you got here, so come here and feel the grip of my pussy."

I accepted her invitation and I could feel the conscious effort on her part to make herself tight for me. She was flexing on the inside, like she was milking my cock the way you get milk from an udder.

"You like that technique? A lesser man would have cum by now, or complained it was too tight, but you're a credit to your gender. I'm going to let you cum inside."

"Like you would have let him cum anywhere else." Jeanne added.

"You have a point there. Anyway, don't hold back on my account. Cum already so you can give Gingersnap her turn."

She wrapped her legs around me and moved her hips twice as fast as I was thrusting. She was a hell of a power bottom.

"How sweet of you. Permit me to make you cum from the feeling of semen entering you."

"That's an odd way of phrasing that. I appreciate the sentiment anyway...eeeeeee!"

She came hard as I filled her insides, and the resulting reaction felt like she was going to squeeze me in half with her legs.

"Pussy good, legs too tight."

"Sorry, but I never had an orgasm that intense. It's like you bypassed whatever kept me from enjoying it that much before."

"Exactly. It's like he pulls up whatever's weighing you down and makes you feel like your soaring." Clementine commented.

"It doesn't make sense, but he does it anyway, like a sparrow lifting a coconut from one island to another. Even his getting on this ship and making us feel the way we do falls into that category when I think about it. This and this aura of absolute freedom about him is why I call you Sparrow. If you ever feel like sailing like us, that should be your epithet. Don't let the World Government stick you with anything you wouldn't introduce yourself with. Mine is Succubus. Sure I might use my feminine wiles occasionally, but from that you'd think I fucked them too, or took advantage of a guy in his sleep, or both. Sometimes I feel like I got to do something crazy for them to rethink the contents of my wanted poster, but unless it's game changing, they'll probably only raise the bounty."

As Captain Morganna gave that fascinating speech, Gingersnap was already positioning herself on top of your dick, ready to be fucked.

"Thanks for that. I'm actually glad to hear all that I'll think on it. For now, I'm going to fuck your cannoneer silly."

To her surprise, I grabbed her hips and started using her like a fuck doll. It turned out to be her first time, but she wasn't begging for mercy or anything, so she seemed to be handling her deep-dicking quite well.

"That's it big boy. That's the stuff. It feels just as good as they said it would be. I'm glad I chose to join in."

She alternated between panting and moaning, utterly reveling in the pleasure. I couldn't tell how much she orgasmed, and she lost track herself. Eventually I came on her freckles, the ones on her face, and she treated the stuff like sunscreen.

"Now the only members of the crew you haven't laid are the twin cabin girls, barely legal by the way, and our sniper/gunslinger up in the crow's nest. By my estimate, I'd say you have an hour left before the pills wear off or don't, causing a problem. The twins will be here cleaning up after the orgy, so you can add to it a little more with them first, or go start up there then come back down to a threesome on a clean bed.