Marssa

A little trip to the island of Marssa sounds nice. It's much less effort than going off to search for some lost city at any rate. So you set out for the coast, or more specifically for the port town of Lix where you hope to get passage on a ship to take you across to the island.

You hit lucky; an old accquaintance of yours who owns a ship is berthed in the port. You go to the inn where you know she's staying and ask for her room. Having found out where it is, you go to it and let yourself in unannounced.

Bea (pronounced 'B') doesn't notice when you step inside her room and quietly shut the door behind yourself. This is mainly because she is lying spreadeagled on the bed with a barmaid's head between her legs, moaning loudly. You pull up a chair and watch. Still neither of them notice you.

The barmaid's pretty enough but nothing special. Bea, on the other hand, is something else entirely. Her breasts, which are truly gigantic, have always been her piece-de-resistance, and she's merrily squeezing away at them now. The rest of her body's pretty damn fine as well though, and her sparkling blue eyes have always been particularly captivating. Her brown hair is tossed about her on the pillow as she shakes with pleasure.

The barmaid is plunging her fingers into the lusty captain now, while tonguing her clit vigorously. "Ooh yeah, baby!" moans Bea. "That's it! Yeah, you're getting the hang of it now! Mmm!"

"Another young innocent you've converted to lesbianism, eh Bea?" you say, finally breaking your silence.

Both women look at you in astonishment. Bea looks surprised, but as soon as she recognises you she pulls the barmaid's face back to her pussy. "Don't worry honey," she says, "he's an old friend. "John, nice of you to knock. I've only made her a bisexual, if you must know."

"I didn't really see the point in knocking."

"You didn't think I might be busy?"

"I was hoping you were, actually. And as it turns out that you are, I'm quite happy. Bea, I need passage to Marssa. You owe me one, remember?"

"Yeah, I remember," Bea says. Then she moans, and pushes the barmaid's head down harder. "Gods this girl is good! I can hardly believe it's her first time eating pussy! Alright, John, I'll take you to Marssa. We leave tomorrow."

"Good. Now, if you don't mind I'd like to avail myself of those wondrous tits of yours, since this little show of yours has rather turned me on," you say.

"Go ahead!" she giggles. You strip and let your gargantuan cock free. The barmaid looks at it in amazement, but she doesn't stop licking away at Bea's clit. You straddle over Bea's chest, jerking off to get yourself as properly hard as you can be (not that it takes much work) and slap your dick down between her breasts.

"Mmm, just as big as I remember," she smiles. Then she takes a mound of tit in each hand and presses them together, sandwiching your cock between them. Given your size there are very few women who can titfuck you properly, but Bea's one of them- a fact that you discovered several years ago and have frequently taken advantage of.

With a sigh of relief you start to thrust up between her tits, making her body rock. She smiles happily and licks at the head of your cock whenever it comes near. She whimpers at the same time as the barmaid continues to eat her out.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna come!" Bea says, and her back arches. She cries out as she climaxes, moaning loudly. You're pretty turned on, both because of the feeling of her tits on your dick and because of the show she and the barmaid gave you earlier. With a shout you too come, shooting your cum all over her neck and chin. Then you reposition yourself and shoot several spurts onto her tits, painting those beautiful breasts white.

Getting up and off her, you get dressed again as she makes out with the barmaid. "I'll see you tomorrow at dawn then," you say calmly. "Later, Bea."

She lets out a hoarse little groan that could have been 'later', but it's impossible to tell since the barmaid refuses to let her mouth do anything but kiss. You take your leave.