Passages

Tascha was not passive by nature. Even when she had been thrown to the men by the Sisterhood, she had taken an active role in orchestrating the various fuckings and suckings. Even at her most compliant, with the satyrs, who had had their way with her rather thoroughly, she had taken some measure of control of the situation by coaxing them on and occasionally by giving direction. In the tavern between Rendezvous and the sea, though, Tascha simply let things happen to her.

She had moved over to the two sailors primarily to try some more of the tasty grog, which filled her with a lovely warm sensation, which in turn and unsurprisingly also spread to her horny little pussy. She quickly noticed that she was getting a little drunk but found that she really didn't care. Tascha found the two men ruggedly handsome and quite charming in their direct attention and manners. As she drank from the flagon they gave her, she moved her free hand appreciatively over the taut, sun browned arm of the sailor on her left, who had introduced himself as Marco.

The fellow on her right – Alex – leaned in and said, "Yer the prettiest lass we seen in months, Tascha. Would ye be willing to enjoy a bit o' sport with us an' the lads?"

Tascha smiled at him and asked, "All the lads?"

"If ye like," he grinned back at her cheerfully.

She looked to her left and saw that Marco was paying intent attention to the conversation. She smiled at him and then back to Alex and said, "Sounds like fun."

"Aye," he laughed. "It does!"

Tascha leaned to the right a bit to give Alex a quick kiss, and immediately felt his hand moving up her body over the thin fabric of her sundress. On her left, Marco similarly moved in closer and began to slide his hand up the inside of her leg. Tascha turned to him, intending to give him just a brief kiss too, but then found herself kissing him passionately, his thick tongue pushing into her mouth. She felt a bit of cool air on her right breast as it was exposed, and then, almost at once, she felt a moist tongue brushing over her nipple, just before it was sucked into an eager male mouth. Marco's fingers brushed over her moist pussy lips. When she moaned into his mouth in approval, he parted those lips and began to work his fingers up inside her. Tascha found herself reaching out to get her hand inside Marco's pants, intent on taking hold of his cock. She carefully set her flagon of grog on the table (behind her and to the right) against which she was half leaning and half sitting. She was already stroking the very stiff cock on her left by the time she managed to work her hand into the pants on her right. Meanwhile those fingers were moving in and out of her grasping cunt.

When Marco broke their kiss, pulling back a bit, to lower his mouth to her breast on that side, which he had exposed with his left hand, Alex let her right nipple go and offered his mouth to Tascha's. Tascha began kissing him eagerly as she let go of their cocks and began to help them get their pants down far enough for their purposes. She quickly went back to stroking and squeezing their very hard cocks, completely oblivious to anything else going on in the big room.

She didn't stop making out with Alex when Marco pulled away and moved in front of her. She felt fingers pulling out of her pussy and then the wonderful feeling of a fat cockhead being pushed slowly up into it. Slipping her arm around Alex's neck, to keep him from escaping, Tascha leaned back on the table a bit, to give Marco better access to her. She supported herself with her left arm as Marco began to shove into her more vigorously and Alex continued to make out with her, his hand squeezing and teasing her breast.

It wasn't long before Tascha shuddered and gasped as an orgasm tore through her. And it didn't take much longer for Marco to fill her pussy with his cum, after which she was quite happy to have Alex take Marco's place, pushing his own cock into her, squeezing slippery juices into and out of her. It wasn't too long after that that Tascha found herself stripped naked, lying back on the big wooden table with her butt hanging off the edge as crewman after crewman took a turn fucking her. Most of them came inside her, but several had climbed up onto the table on either side of her and, with some help from Tascha's eager hands, had jerked themselves until they had sprayed showers of pearly cum all over her tits, throat and face. At some point, she was turned over, so she was facing the table and a number of the men took her from behind. She didn't object in the least when some of them decided to give her ass a try. She had long since given up on any attempt to keep track of the number of orgasms she had.

At some point, after what seemed like well over an hour of non-stop fucking, Tascha actually drifted off to sleep – head on her crossed arms as sailors continued to use her body for their pleasure. She woke up some when she felt cool, moist cloths wiping dried and drying cum off her face, from between her legs and off her buttocks and back. She smiled at the buxom barmaids who were doing their best to clean her up, and even managed to cooperate with them as they coaxed her around so that they could get at the front of her. Tascha lay back in one girl's arms as the other gently wiped her pussy and then knelt between them to lick as much of the cum out of her as she could. Throughout all of this, Tascha was vaguely aware that the sailors had either collapsed about the tavern or had returned to their ship.

Don came into view and smiled broadly at her, and said, "You looked like you were having fun."

"Oh yeah," she murmured with a smile. "I've been a very naughty girl."

"So I see," he laughed.

Then she was coming one last time for the evening, shaking and trembling in the arms of the pretty barmaid. Tascha was dimly conscious of being lifted up in the arms of a very large and naked blond man with an impressively muscular chest and seriously broad shoulders. Without asking any questions, Tascha nestled her head in the crook of the big man's shoulder and promptly fell sound asleep.

When she awoke the next morning, Tascha found herself gently swaying in a hammock in what she would shortly find out was the forward cabin of the Maidenhead. Shelonda was snoring quietly in a similar hammock on the other side of the small room, and there was a big bowl of fruit and pitcher of water on a small table between them. While she was eating, Tascha noticed a big tub of warm water in the corner of the room, as well as several big towels. There was no sign of the sundress she had managed to bring with her from the Wizard's house. Tascha shrugged – it really didn't seem important – and began to wash herself rather thoroughly. Before she finished, Shelonda woke up and joined her. They briefly compared notes about their experiences in the tavern with all the sailors.

Tascha found out that Shelonda had given several men blowjobs before finding herself surrounded by hard cocks being jerked until they came, covering her in a deluge of semen. Shelonda had used her dress to try to clean herself up a bit, and then discarded it in a corner before moving over to basically serve as Tascha's fluffer, getting and keeping the men hard and ready for fucking Tascha.

"I had no idea!" Tascha laughed.

"Well, you were busy," Shelonda smiled.

Noting that she was feeling extremely horny, in spite of all the sex she'd had the night before, Tascha ran her hand down Shelonda's lovely brown back and said, "I should thank you, shouldn't I?"

Shelonda turned to Tascha and slipped her hands around Tascha's waist, and purred, "I think you should."

Tascha was leaning in to kiss her friend when, without so much as knocking, someone opened the cabin door. The room was abruptly flooded with sunlight.

"Now, now, girls, you might want to hold off on that sort of thing," Don laughed as he came in. Tascha noticed that he had managed to keep his clothes.

"We'd let you join in," Tascha offered, with an attempt at a coy little pout.

"As good as that sounds – and it sounds very good – I wasn't worried about me." He leaned in and gave them each a kiss, before continuing with, "Captain Sage is providing transportation to the Grotto, but we have to ... work for our passage."

"Oh?" Tascha gave Don an amused and suspicious look.

"What do we have to do?" Shelonda got right to the point.

"Well, the two of you have to make yourself available to the men in whatever way they like, but only when they're not working themselves."

"Oh really?" Tascha pretended to be shocked and appalled.

"Yeah, you can stop faking," Don laughed. "You love it and we both know it. But, seriously, if you don't agree to the terms, they'll take us back to shore."

"They all seemed pretty polite last night," Shelonda pointed out, "and I am really horny."

Don nodded, "I've had a hard on since last night. I think it's from being on the water."

"How long a trip is it?" Tascha asked.

"She says we'll be there tomorrow."

"It sounds fine to me. What do you have to do?" Shelonda asked.

"Anything Sage tells me," Don shrugged. "So far she hasn't had me do much. She seems like the only person on the ship who isn't horny, which is odd."

Tascha noted the interested tone in Don's voice, and said, "You like her."

Don frowned, "She's different, that's all. We haven't met anyone who isn't horny all the time. Plus, she acts funny... She seems to know things, but she's kind of... evasive."

Tascha shared a look with Shelonda that communicated well enough that they both thought it was Don who was being evasive. She asked, "Is she cute?"

"Well, yeah, but that's hardly the point. She's an anomaly."

"Uh huh," Tascha nodded. "You like her."

Don rolled his eyes and quickly gave Tascha's butt a pinch. "Don't you two have things to do?"

Tascha ignored the sting of the pinch and insisted, "You liiiiiiike her."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Don said as he shook his head. "If you want to get to that grotto, you better get out there and make some sailor's happy."

"Whoa! Shelonda, he's pimping us out!" Tascha laughed. The fact was she was finding this arrangement, to which she had clearly not agreed, rather titillating – though it might just have been the XYZ-sea air. She started to move toward the cabin door, as she said, "Don's a pimp and we're his whores."

Don sighed and said, "OK, fine, but it'll get us to the Grotto."

"I'm just teasing – sort of. We don't mind you pimping us out, do we Shelonda? But you don't get any of this while we're working, boss," she said over her shoulder as she shook her butt at him.

"Mmm," Don said, "maybe we ought to renegotiate this deal..."

"No, no... We're going. Come on, Shelonda, let's get to work. Oh, but Don," Tascha said as she turned around in the doorway, and fixed him with a serious look, "don't forget..."

"Yes?"

"You liiiiiiike her."

Don shook his head and muttered, "Sheesh!"

Tascha stepped out onto the sun washed deck and looked around, wondering how best to start. She thought it made sense to first wander around looking for men who might not be working, and none of the ones she could see now qualified. Tascha decided they might have to go below decks and headed toward what looked like some stairs heading down through the deck.

"Tascha," Shelonda asked as she followed along, "what's 'pimping out'?"

Tascha couldn't resist laughing, "I'll try to explain, but we should get busy. Let's try down here."

It didn't take long for Tascha and Shelonda to find a group of five off-duty sailors in the big room below deck where, judging from the many hammocks, most of the crew slept. After the briefest of introductions, Tascha simply said, "We need to work for our passage, so, um, would you guys like to fuck?"

In less than a minute, Tascha was kneeling on the gently rolling deck with three hard cocks arrayed in front of her. She moved from one to the other, enjoying the feeling of the thick shafts moving over her lips and tongue, stroking the two that weren't in her mouth. She could hear the sounds of Shelonda moaning as two sailors were already fucking the pretty girl's pussy and ass.

Having gotten the ball rolling, Tascha simply went with the flow. If there was a cock within reach she stroked it; if there was a cock in her face she sucked it; and, her pussy and ass were available to all for the taking. She cheerfully adjusted positions as the men requested or directed. She squatted on a cock, riding the man lying on the floor underneath her, while she stroked and sucked the cocks of the men around her. She leaned forward, kneeling, as someone pushed his cock into her butt. She let herself be lifted, turned around, and then lowered, so that her ass was filled from below while man after man took turns fucking her pussy.

Before each of the men had come inside either Tascha or Shelonda, other sailors were drawn to the site of the action and joined in as soon as the opportunity presented itself. Tascha smiled up at Marco, one of her friends from the night before, as he shoved his prick up into her messy pussy. He actually said, "Good day to ye, Miss Tascha," before commencing his vigorous fucking. Alex made an appearance later, letting her deepthroat his cock enthusiastically until he pumped his cum into her mouth and down her throat.

After a while, Tascha found herself lying back in a hammock, with her legs hanging off the side, in kind of a makeshift sex swing. The men took turns fucking her like that, swinging her back and pulling her toward them to drive their cocks into her.

Throughout all of this, Tascha and Shelonda were experiencing an amazing number of orgasms. Tascha eventually found herself just rocking in the hammock with her eyes closed as her body trembled with sensory overload and cock after cock took its turn inside her.

After several hours of this, there was the sound of a woman's voice saying, "Alright, fellas! Give the ladies a break."

The man who had been unceremoniously fucking her, leaned down and gave Tascha's cheek a sweet little kiss and then, gently, pulled out of her. Tascha chuckled a bit to herself and moved a hand down between her legs to feel the slippery mess that was spilling out of her pussy. She sighed happily. A good day's work, she thought.

Then the woman's voice, from much closer, said, "Here you go, Tascha; drink this."

Tascha opened her eyes to see a young woman with auburn hair brushing her shoulders. She was wearing a greenish vest and a pair of light culottes, and was holding a cup out. In her other hand she had a plate of fruit.

With some effort Tascha pulled herself up into a sitting position and took the cup of water and drained it in one go.

The girl smiled a little and said, "Thirsty work, eh?"

Tascha nodded and took the plate of fruit that was offered. As expected, she was already feeling rejuvenated. She looked around and saw that a very attractive woman with short black hair was in front of Shelonda, giving her some fruit too. Tascha smiled at the redhead and said, "Are you two part of the crew?"

The girl laughed and said, "You could think of us as officers, I guess. I'm Megan and this is Jasmine."

Tascha was about to offer their services to the two women when the big blond man who Tascha vaguely remembered from the night before came into the room, carrying a large basin of water in his muscular arms and towels over his shoulder. Tascha admired his tall, very fit body as well as the rather promising half-rigid cock between his thick thighs. He was like a bigger version of the Lord of the Manor. He set the basin down without a word and traded the towels for the empty cups. He immediately turned around and headed back the way he came. Tascha found herself watching his naked butt as he went.

"Is he on the crew?" Tascha finally asked.

"Sven?" Megan said as she drew a sponge out of the basin and began to help Tascha get cleaned up some.

"Yeah, Sven," Tascha nodded, a bit distractedly as Megan leaned in close to run that moist sponge over Tascha's sensitive skin.

"You don't need to worry about him," Megan chuckled. "He's sort of always on duty."

Tascha groaned as Megan moved the wet sponge between her legs. Megan watched her reactions with a somewhat smug smile. Without lingering in one place too long, Megan quickly sponged Tascha fairly clean and also managed to get her libido seriously revved up again. When Sven returned with refilled cups of water, Tascha couldn't tear her eyes off the man's big prick.

Megan chuckled as she handed Tascha her cup of water, and said, "If you do a good job this afternoon, maybe the Captain'll give you Sven to play with for a while tonight."

"This afternoon?" Tascha blinked. Somehow she had gotten the impression she and Shelonda were done for the day.

"Yep," Megan nodded briskly as she took the empty cup back and stood up, at almost the same instant as Jasmine. "Feel free to move around the ship some. Have fun!"

Tascha was a bit daunted by the prospect of more fucking and sucking, but she was also glad she would soon be having much more sex. The humid air really had her sex drive going wild. Tascha smiled over at Shelonda and said, "I guess we better get back to work."

They moved to the next chamber, which was apparently the hold, where Tascha spent some time being bent over a big barrel as three different men took turns fucking her pussy and then her ass. In the ship's galley, they made good use of the benches and tables. Tascha convinced the ship's cook to take a break so she could give him a quick and sloppy blowjob, smiling as he sprayed his cum all over her throat and chest. By the time they made their way back up on deck, the sun was low in the sky and both Tascha and Shelonda were covered in cum, and had it running down the insides and backs of their legs as it leaked out of their pussies and asses.

They were given another break, but this time buckets of water were also dumped over their heads and soap was added to the mix. Men gathered around to watch Megan and Jasmine help their playmates du jour bathe. As she was relaxing and eating an apple, Tascha saw Don on the poop deck leaning over a railing smiling down at her. There was a short, fully clothed redhead next to him, and Tascha could tell that this must be Captain Sage. Tascha couldn't hear what they were saying to each other but Don nodded and grinned back down at Tascha as the captain said something over her shoulder. She watched Sven come up, listen to Sage, and then nod curtly before coming down the short stairs onto the main deck. Megan and Jasmine quickly gathered up their things and cleared out of the way. The men on the deck grew a bit quieter and seem to draw closer, while still giving the girls room.

Sven came directly up to stand in front of Tascha. He was taller than the Lord, but not quite as tall as the Player, and nowhere near as tall as the Bull. Tascha's head came up to about the middle of his chest. She smiled up at him and reached out to run her hand over his cock. Not wanting to be left out, Shelonda came up and joined Tascha in stroking and caressing the big sex organ, which rapidly responded to the attention. Both girls bent down and lowered their mouths to it, kissing the head and shaft, running their tongues over it. Tascha began to suck on the head while she wrapped her hands around the thick shaft. She pushed her tongue into the slit in the head as Shelonda began to fondle and kiss the big man's balls. Tascha felt like she was making love to this big, beautiful cock.

Tascha was consumed by the desire to have this man fuck her, but she was too busy sucking on the head of his prick to say anything. Sven seemed to have the same idea, though, and took matters into his own hands. He reached down and took hold of Tascha just as one would pick up a child. He lifted her up and drew her to him. She immediately threw her arms around his thick neck and her legs around his waist. Tascha smiled at him, and felt the fat head of his sex being pushed up into perfect alignment with the waiting mouth of her pussy. She made a mental note to thank Shelonda for that later. With a happy groan, she began to let herself sink down on Sven's pole, feeling the flaring head opening her up. She shuddered as it felt like it was going to split her open. Tascha pulled herself up a little and then relaxed again, letting herself sink down a bit further.
"Oh god, it's so big!" Tascha breathed into Sven's shoulder.

Sven just stood there at first, letting Tascha raise and lower herself, his hands supporting her butt but allowing her to set her own pace. It took more than a dozen gradual steps – during which she had several little orgasms – before Tascha could feel Sven's swollen glans hitting her cervix. She kissed his neck and chest fervently, and then breathed, "Please, Sven, fuck me."

With surprising gentleness, Sven held her close as he began to raise and lower her on him. His massive cock pistoned in and out of her, her clit getting pulled in a bit with each thrust up into her. Tascha's legs pushed and pulled at him, wrapped around his hips, and she clawed at his neck and shoulders, as she had orgasm after orgasm, riding up and down on Sven's big prick there in front of everyone, surrounded by sailors who she knew would all be fucking her well into the night, and watched by Don.

Carrying her as if she were weightless, Sven moved toward the center of the deck, until Tascha felt her back against the hard, but happily smooth, shaft of the main mast. Leaning back a bit against it, Tascha just relaxed and let Sven raise and lower her at will, using her body as a living sex toy. Somewhere on the deck, Shelonda had been pulled into the crowd of sailors and was probably being well and truly fucked. Up on the poop deck, she caught a glimpse of Don watching her, while Megan knelt in front of him, quite apparently giving him a blow job, and Sage idly looked from that show to the spectacle Sven and Tascha were making of themselves. Meanwhile, Sven was shoving up into her savagely. Tascha felt herself being battered between the hard body of the man fucking her and the unyielding wood of the mast at her back, all while her pussy and clit were being pulled wildly as the hard shaft of Sven's cock drove into her again and again.

Then, incredibly, Tascha felt Sven get even thicker inside her. For an instant she thought she couldn't take it, but then she was screaming out loudly as a violent orgasm shook her body and set her nervous system on fire. She was vaguely aware of the fact that her pussy and womb were being flooded by Sven's hot cum, but she just kept shaking and clenching on him as she came and came.

When she became aware of her situation again, she was clinging to Sven's big, muscular, and now sweaty, body with a happy grin on her face. He was holding her gently. She kissed his neck again and said, "Wow! Thank you."

The impassive Sven chuckled a little, kissed her hair lightly and said, with a thick Nordic accent, "You are quite welcome."

When he carefully raised her up off his slippery and only slightly deflated cock and set her down on the deck, Tascha was surprised to find that she was ready for more. Not worrying about the fact that there was a great stream of cummy juices down the insides of her legs, she looked around at the sailors who had been watching and said, "OK, who's next?"

Someone provided blankets and pillows which were laid out on the deck, and Tascha spent hours there, well past nightfall, in a blur of unending fucking and sucking. Most of the night Shelonda was nearby, and toward the end both Megan and Jasmine joined in the festivities. Tascha thought she must have had every crewman in her mouth, pussy or ass, and many of them in all three (sometimes in one session), before she was done. After a long time, she was bent over the railing at the side of the ship, looking out at the stars and the expanse of water as she was being taken roughly from behind. There was something about the view and the way her thighs were hitting the wood, not to mention the hard prick sliding in and out of her and the heavy balls slapping her clit, that made this seem like the perfect end to the night. When the man pumped his seed into her and withdrew, Tascha carefully made her way back to the cabin where she'd awakened that morning. Shelonda was already there, sound asleep. With a body sore from a very long day of nearly non-stop sex, Tascha managed to climb into her hammock.

She thought she would be asleep instantly, but Tascha found herself thinking about the fact that they would soon be going home to the real world. She wondered what Sarah would say or think if she could see her now, bruised from hard sex on and against hard surfaces and leaking cum from many men in various places. She wondered if she would ever be able to share any of this with her girlfriend.

The door to the cabin swung open quietly, and Tascha looked up to see Don smiling down at her. "Are you OK, love?" he whispered.

"Mm-hmm," she smiled and reached out to take his hand. "Did we do alright?"

He chuckled, "Oh yes. Everyone was quite impressed."

"Including your girlfriend?" she smirked.

"I thought you were my girlfriend," he said as he leaned down to kiss her forehead.

"Oh, you did, did you?" Tascha said with a yawn. "Get undressed."

"Haven't you had enough yet?" Don grinned as he began to strip.

"Hush," she murmured. "Just come sleep with me. 'Might be our last night for a while."

There was a bit of a struggle to get Don into the hammock with her without making enough noise or commotion to wake Shelonda, but soon she was nestled up against Don, his arms around her.

"That's better," she whispered. She smiled as she noticed that his cock was very hard. She thought about doing something about that, but then she was asleep.

The next morning, after bathing and eating, the three of them emerged from the cabin to be greeted by Captain Sage, her "officers" Megan and Jasmine, and Sven.

"Good mornin', Tascha and Shelonda," said the diminutive redhead, "I'm Captain Sage. I hope ye enjoyed your voyage."

"It was very nice," Tascha grinned. "Your crew is very polite and accommodating."

"Yar, I run a tight ship," Sage smiled. There definitely was something inherently interesting about this woman. Tascha could see why Don liked her.

"The Grotto is yonder," Sage gestured to the port side, and a rocky shore across a fairly small stretch of water.

"Where?" Don asked.

"The entrance be under water," Sage said. "We've got a boat ready to take ye closer, but you'll have to swim."

"OK," Tascha nodded as she started for the side of the ship where the rope ladder hung over the railing. She stopped when she heard Don talking.

"Shelonda, you should probably stay here," Don was saying. "They'll take you back to Rendezvous."

"No, I should come with you to make sure you get home safely," said Shelonda in a firm voice. Tascha could tell there was no arguing with Shelonda on this point and knew that Don would pick up on that too.

"Captain, can you wait here for Shelonda to return?"

"Aye, if she'll 'pay' for her return passage," the Captain smirked.

"Pay? Oh, you mean have sex on the way back?" Shelonda smiled. "Sure!"

"OK, then, you can come along, but you will have to come back," Don said firmly.

"I know," Shelonda nodded.

As they were arranging themselves in the boat, Tascha and Don shared a serious look, and she could tell that he was as concerned about Shelonda's welfare as she was. There was something else in his eyes, too, but she didn't have time to ask him about it, for only a few strong strokes of the oars carried them quite close to the rocks of the shoreline.

"Here ye be," Sage announced from the prow of the boat. "The entrance be less'n two fathoms down – there be a sorcerous green glow leadin' the way."

"What's a fathom?" Tascha asked.

Don shrugged, and they both looked to the captain, who frowned and reluctantly said, "A little less than two meters."

"Thank you," Tascha said with a smile, "for your help and hospitality."

"Yar," the captain nodded.

"It's been a pleasure, Captain," Don added.

Both Tascha and Don eyed the water suspiciously for a moment. It had occurred to Tascha that this might be some strange trap or the beginning of a new Erosian misadventure. The thought seemed to have occurred to Don as well. However, their doubts were made almost irrelevant when Shelonda abruptly dove straight into the water and disappeared into the depths.

"I guess that's that, then," Don laughed, a bit nervously.

Tascha went next, taking a deep breath and plunging into the water, which, as at the beach, was warmer than one would expect. She opened her eyes, expecting the sting of salt, but finding the water surprisingly clear and mild. The glowing green opening of the cave was quite easy to see below and before her and she swam with all her might in that direction. Reaching the opening, she noticed that the rocks were covered by a soft mossy vegetation which was responsible for the luminescence. Swimming forward, Tascha traversed a fairly short tunnel that gradually ascended until she was obliged to break the surface of the water. Breathing in deeply, Tascha was surprised to smell a lovely floral aroma. Looking around, she found herself at one end of a large pond inside a much larger cavern that looked like something straight out of the Arabian Nights. There were patches of glowing moss, many candles and what seemed to be magically glowing crystals in the walls. Colorful rugs and pillows were arranged all over the rocky interior of the cavern. There were several little waterfalls cascading down the walls, and a number of beautiful statues positioned around the chamber. Shelonda stood there in the pond, her deep brown skin gleaming as water ran down it. Tascha was struck by how beautiful the young woman was, and by the very strong desire to make love to her as soon as possible.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Shelonda said as she gaped at the cave.

Tascha started wading toward her friend as she said, "Yes, it certainly is."

When she got to her, Tascha wrapped her arms around her from behind and began to kiss her shoulder and neck. Shelonda sighed and leaned back against Tascha, and Tascha's hands moved up to cup Shelonda's full tits, pulling Shelonda tight to her. When Tascha's left hand slipped down to seek Shelonda's pussy, Shelonda's hand dropped down to encourage Tascha's. Tascha's teeth found Shelonda's earlobe and gave it a playful tug as her fingers began to stroke Shelonda's clit and labia.

They were almost oblivious to the sound of Don surfacing behind them, and Tascha only later realized that it had been at least a full minute between her arrival and Don's. Instead, Tascha just heard Don's quiet, "Whoa!" followed by some small splashing as he came up behind her. Then Don was against Tascha's back, his very hard cock pressed tightly against her behind and his hands moving over her body much as hers were moving over Shelonda's. It vaguely occurred to Tascha that swimming in a sea of XYZ was a very good way to get extremely horny.

It wasn't at all long before each of the women had been manually stimulated to the point of shuddering orgasm, and the tight little trio was slowly making their way to the nearest blanket and pillow set. No doubt they would have spent hours there enjoying a vigorous and passionate ménage a trois, the art of which they had nearly perfected by this time, if they weren't interrupted by a discreet cough.

With an effort of will, Tascha looked up and around. She couldn't see anyone else in the cavern. Then she realized that all of the statues were now looking at them.

"The statues moved," Shelonda pointed out, without moving the hand that now had two fingers up inside Tascha's vagina.

"Yeah," Tascha breathed. She looked around a bit more carefully, but didn't move her own hands, one of which was on Shelonda's round ass while the other had a tight grip on Don's member. All of the statues were of naked humans, of more or less realistic height, size and shape, and they were all definitely turned to look at Tascha, Don and Shelonda.

"Um, hello?" Don tried. He had frozen with both of his hands cupping Tascha's breasts, though he had stopped pinching her nipples.

"Hello and welcome to the Grotto of Ishtar," said a male voice, deep and a bit rough.

Tascha looked more carefully at the nearest male statue and said, "Thank you. Was that you who just spoke?"

The statue actually smiled a little, and then said, "It was. Please make yourself comfortable, but we have to ask you some questions."

As the threesome slowly relaxed a little, taking their hands off each other's privates, for the moment, Don said, "Yes, OK. I'm pretty sure we have some questions of our own."

"Did you come here deliberately?" the statue asked.

"Yes, we did," Tascha nodded.

"Why have you come?"

"We want to return to our home, and we were told we could do that from here," Tascha answered.

"Are you quite sure that this is your desire?" asked another statue, this time a female with a higher pitched voice.

"Yes," Tascha said. "Well, two of us want to. Shelonda here will be going back."

"Actually..." Don said a bit quietly.

Tascha turned to Don, her confusion and concern plain on her face.

"I want to try to find one or more of those rings," Don explained quickly, obviously worried that he was hurting her. "I love it here, and it looks like there is a way to go back and forth. If that's possible I want to be able to do it. If everything we've been told is true, I can stay here and look for rings and then join you back home in a little bit, maybe a few hours – a couple of days, tops. If I can't find any of these rings, I can always find my way back here."

Tascha was having a hard time sorting out her feelings. On the one hand, she thought that what Don was saying made sense. On the other, she didn't want to be separated from Don now. They had come so far and through so much, and she hated the thought that something might happen to him here and he'd never make it home. She also noticed that there was a pang of jealousy – both for all the fun he'd be having and for Captain Sage, whom she suspected was one of the reasons Don had come to this decision. She didn't say any of these things, though.

Instead, she said, "I love you, Don."

Don smiled, "God, Tascha, I love you too. So much! I swear, one way or another, I'll come home. In no time you're going to get a call from me. You're going to have to start thinking about how you're going to explain some very awkward things to Sarah."

Tascha blinked back a tear, and said, "You promise?"

Don took her in his arms and kissed her. With a loving smile, he said, "I do." He said it with all the happy solemnity Tascha imagined he would at a marriage altar. Of course, his raging hard on was also pressing against her belly, which undercut the gravity of the situation a little.

"You better!" she laughed and pinched his butt.

"I'm going to miss you!" Shelonda suddenly interjected, just as she threw her arms around Tascha from behind.

The three of them held each other for a long moment, tears in their eyes as they kissed each other. After a bit, though, there was another stony cough.

They reluctantly broke up their little huddle and turned back to the statues. Tascha wiped her eyes, thought of Sarah, swallowed and said, "Yes, I want to go home."

"Very well," said the male statue, who Tascha was now noticing was rather nicely endowed. He slowly turned and raised his arm to indicate a statue of a buxom young woman, and said, "Please go with Selena who will prepare you."

Tascha gave Don's hand a squeeze and then stepped up and over to the lovely, marble white Selena who gave her a sweet little smile, bowed her head slightly, and then slowly turned to lead the way over to a natural tub in the cavern floor. The tub was full of steaming water. Selena made a slight gesture clearly intended to suggest that Tascha get into the tub.

Meanwhile, Tascha overheard Don asking, "Are you responsible for bringing us here?"

"No," said the male statue who had done most of the talking. "We are merely the custodians of the Grotto."

"Do you know who did bring us here?"

The water was surprisingly hot, but Tascha lowered into it anyway.

"No," said the female statue.

Don asked something else, but Selena took that moment to push Tascha down into the tub so she was completely submerged. Tascha fought the urge to struggle and merely held her breath until she felt Selena raise her stony hand from the top of her head. She burst up out of the water and took a big gulp of air. She shot an irritated look at the statue and said, "You might try warning someone before you do that."

"Sorry," Selena managed between tight lips.

"She forgot that you need to breathe," said another, nearby female statue. "It's been a long time since anyone came here."

"It's alright," Tascha said as she threw her wet hair back out of her face.

Selena gestured that Tascha should follow her again, so Tascha climbed out of the steaming tub and padded along to the next tub, which was not steaming. Selena indicated that Tascha should get into this one as well.

"Yeah, OK, I get it," Tascha said. As soon as she slipped into the surprisingly cold water, she promptly submerged herself of her own accord, staying under until she had to resurface for air. When she came up, she saw that Selena was offering her a big white towel, which turned out to be quite warm and soft. After climbing out and beginning to dry off, Tascha noticed that she was feeling different.

For one thing, she was quite relaxed – drowsy even. She looked back to see that Shelonda had moved over to one of the male statues and was stroking its cock, which it turned out was capable of an impressive erection. Don was coming toward her, with his own impressive organ bobbing stiffly in front of him. Tascha noticed that she was considerably less horny than she had been before her two dunkings. She smiled a bit sadly. She was going to miss being in a state of near constant sexual stimulation.

When Don reached her, she took his hand and turned to see that Selena had led the way up a set of hewn rock steps that led to a passage cut into the back wall of the grotto. Tascha and Don followed the rock hard ass of the statue girl through the passage and into a small candle-lit chamber that was nearly filled with a king-sized bed. Selena gestured to the bed and seemed to offer Tascha another slight smile. The statue said, "If sure, sleep."

"But I just ... woke up," Tascha protested around a yawn.

Don squeezed her hand, and she turned to him, reaching up to caress the side of his face. He had been so constant and supportive of her throughout this whole bizarre adventure. Surely she should accompany him until he found at least one of those rings... Why shouldn't she have one herself! They could always come back here any time.

"Sarah's waiting for you," Don smiled, though he was rather obviously reluctant to see her go. "I'll follow you soon. By the time you have breakfast I'll probably be waking up and calling you."

"You better!" she smiled as she sat down on the very comfortable bed. She thought some of the candles must have gone out. With another yawn, she lay back on the pillow and stretched out her legs. She smiled as Don's hand briefly caressed her thigh and then her belly as he reached across to pull the light blanket over her. Tascha returned the tender kiss Don gave her, and then, as he was kissing her forehead, she murmured, "I really am surprisingly sleepy."

Tascha dreamed that she was floating over Eros. She saw the Maidenhead out on the sea and the riverboat paddling its way upstream to the Resort. She floated around the Resort a bit, passing through walls and watching people having sex. She saw herself, though she didn't really look like that, from above, getting fucked vigorously by the sexbot. Then she was peeping in on the Sisterhood, who for some reason were learning a complicated dance number choreographed by the Bull, who seemed to have learned to speak ... with a British accent. She moved through the halls of the Manor until she came to the ballroom, where she saw Don sitting on a kind of throne next to the Lady. He smiled at Tascha and said, "Where have you been?"
"I was taking a little nap," Tascha replied.

Don laughed and said, "You've been gone for years."

"Well, I was very tired."

"Do you think you've had enough sleep, then?"

"I should think so!"

"Well, then you better wake up, eh?" Don smiled.

"Oh, just a little longer..."

"Shhh, you'll wake Sarah."

"Sarah? Yes, Sarah," Tascha muttered quietly.

"Yes, baby, I'm here," Sarah said sleepily. "Everything alright?"

Tascha opened her eyes and saw her girlfriend lying next to her. Tascha grinned from ear to ear and leaned in to kiss her.

"Yes, everything's wonderful!" Tascha laughed.

"Mmm, good," Sarah said with a smile and closed eyes. "What time is it?"

Tascha twisted around to check her phone for the time and said, "4:30."

"Ugh, more sleep, please," Sarah murmured as she turned into the pillow.

Tascha laughed a little and bent down to kiss Sarah's cheek, "Sweet dreams, my love."

Then Tascha slipped out of bed and padded over to the bathroom. She suddenly realized she hadn't brushed her teeth in weeks. When she'd done that, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. "Whoa," she breathed.

She hadn't been in such good shape since... Well, she'd never been in such good shape, and she swore her breasts were even just a little larger. She was also considerably tanner than she had been when she'd gone to bed the night before. There were also quite a few noticeable bruises on her legs and arms, mostly from her wild rumpus on the Maidenhead. She had no idea how she was going to explain any of these things to Sarah.

After she'd wrapped herself in a robe and moved to the kitchen, and while she was making herself some coffee (which she now felt like she'd been missing terribly even though she hadn't even thought of coffee while she was in Eros), she remembered that today was Saturday, and that neither she nor Sarah had anywhere to be that morning. Excellent! she thought to herself. Tascha relaxed and reviewed her adventures, while returning now and then to how in the world she would broach any number of the obvious subjects to Sarah.

At 6:30, she made breakfast, and carried it in to Sarah, who laughed at this sudden burst of romanticism from her partner. Tascha told her that was nothing, and proceeded to make passionate love to Sarah for most of the rest of the morning. During it all, the only change Sarah seemed to notice was that all of Tascha's running lately was certainly keeping her butt tight. They were just starting to think about getting out of bed, when Tascha's phone rang.

Picking it up, she saw the name and immediately answered it, "Don?"

THE END

Someday, time permitting and if there is enough interest, Don's story will continue, in Lords of Eros.

Thank you all for your support and patience.