Pleasure Cruise - Part XI (Patreon)

3,000+ words explore what happens when Carina and Neome meet up with some wannabe gamblers in a unique casino.

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The Lido Deck’s food bar was located in the upper decks roughly at the center of the Mestra, while the Auditorium was as far down as guests were allowed and towards the bow. To access the Auditorium’s Main Level you had to cross through the ship’s Casino.

As Carina and Neome made their way through the blinking and dinging games and tables - all of which were staffed by the same automatons that were found behind the bars - the duo noted that the casino was nearly empty. Carina figured there probably wasn’t much thrill to gambling when at any moment your body could be altered.

Or, why gamble when you could be having sex with any of the many seemingly willing guests.

Neome was having similar thoughts, which was revealed when her elbow nudged Carina’s arm and the many-breasted influencer gave a little shake towards the far side of the casino. It took a moment, but Carina finally spotted what Neome was trying to alert her to; a pair of young women standing at staring at one of the many slot machines.

“Why gamble when so many people are willing to just start having sex?”

“I know, right?” the dildo-baring woman replied. Her eyes glanced over the duo, a brown skinned woman with dark curly hair and a strawberry blonde speckled with freckles. The curly-haired one was wearing all pink, yoga leggings and a belly-baring top that held back large breasts whose nipples were fighting for freedom. The freckled woman had all of her little sexy specks on display through a lacy black bra, thong, and garter-held black nylon stockings. The fine mesh of her lingerie put on display the little nipples atop her palmable breasts, and the thin strip of red curls neatly shorn upon her mons.

Carina and Neome reigned in their rubbernecking of the pretty pair and continued on to the doors of the Auditorium. But a quick tug that sent Neome’s bundle of breasts bumping and bobbing revealed that the duo had arrived too early to get a seat.

“Well,” Carina sighed, swinging her thumb back at the casino, “Want to go see what games those two were so curious about?”

“Sure.”

Padding back from where they’d come Carina and Neomo spotted the other two women still poking and encouraging each other. As they crossed through the casino Carina began to notice that the games weren’t quite what she’d seen before on TV or movies, or the one casino in Atlantic City she’d snuck into. There weren’t dollars or cents or other currencies listed on any of the machines or tables.

Instead, these games used body parts and personality traits to gamble with.

Before she could decide how that could work Carina and Neome had approached the duo. They were standing amongst a selection of video slot machines - digital one-armed bandits. The machines they’d been standing in front of read GLORIFACES in blinking lights, the attract screen rolling pictures of mouths, vaginas, assholes, ears, noses, and so on.

“Hey, hi, excuse us, we hope we’re not intruding,” Neome spoke up.

“No, not at all,” the pink clad woman smiled. “I’m Chyme.”

“And I’m Tayler. The more the merrier!” the freckled one added.

Carina and Neome introduced themselves, and Chyme and Talyer gave them each a very detailed once-over.

“Have you two already been playing?” Chyme asked, the enthusiasm in her voice infectious.

“If you have you must tell me which game gives out these!” Tayler giggles, her hands hovering over Neome’s collection of breasts. It was clear that Tayler wanted to touch them, but was holding back.

“I’m afraid these came from an errant statement I made,” Neome explained, and a blush fell over her face as she decided to say out loud the next part, “And you can touch them a little, if you want.”

Tayler’s fingertips were instantly upon Neome’s half-dozen curves, gently exploring each one and sending a shiver through the six-breasted woman.

“Mine’s not from the casino, either,” Carina added, hoping there’d be no further inquiry on the origin of her shaft, “Have you two not gotten any changes yet?”

“Nope, but we’re very...well, sort of eager, but more curious,” Chyme spoke up, “We came down here while we were exploring the ship and discovered that the casino games are a little different.”

“And ‘Glorifaces’ has caught your interest?” Carina asked.

“We figured, if we were going to do something, maybe start small?” Tayler chimed in. The entirety of her pale skin and taken on such a deep blush that many of her freckles had been swallowed up by the dark tone. She finally pulled her hands away and took a few small steps back. Through the light mesh of her thong it was clear that Tayler had become very wet.

Neome was quivering in delight from the strawberry blonde’s gentle exploration. It took a moment and a few deep breaths to bring herself down - although she couldn’t quite quell the arousal that had grown between her thighs.

“So...who's going first?” Neome slowly muttered.

“I guess I will,” Tayler replied, her mind pumped up by the arousal she’d just entertained. She turned to the GLORIFACES machine closest to her and hit the SPIN button. A little animation popped up that read “Selecting Wager” and three windows with digital spinning reels zoomed onto the screen. They whirred so quickly that if they were wheeling different words past the four eager watches they couldn’t be recognized as anything beyond a black blur.

Soon the first reel began to click and slow down, and when it stopped it simply displayed a “---”. Then the next one eased its motion, and it too settled with “---” on the screen. Finally the third one slowed to a stop, with “TONGUE” display.

“OH!” Tayler jumped, hand darting to her mouth. She opened it and pushed in a finger to feel around. Finished with her self-inspection Tayler showed the other three that her tongue was missing!

“Oh, fuck!” Carina exclaimed.

“Ooo puum!” Tayler motioned a finger between Chyme and a neighboring GLORIFACES machine.

“Fine, fine,” Chyme acquiesced, stepping over to the casino game and tapping the button. “Selecting Wager” and the three spinning reels came up and after a moment “---” dinged onto the first one, “INTERIOR” on the second, and “MOUTH” on the third.

“MMMMMMMM!” Chyme hummed as all three looked to her mouth. She still had a plump pair of lips above her chin, but there was no indication that she could move her jaw. She was trying to, but her mouth couldn’t hinge. She couldn’t feel her teeth or tongue or anything beneath her nose. Chyme brought up her fingers and tried to separate her lips, but could not - for there was nothing behind them except for more solid flesh.

“Woah…” Neome gasped.

“Ha!” Tayler teased, and she turned back to her machine. She hit the blinking button and “Results!” appeared on the screen with three more spinning reels. The first clicked to a stop and read “RETURNED WITH:” followed by “CLITORIS” on the second and “SENSITIVITY” on the third.

“Aaaah, ooo, that...is...niiiiice…” Tayler cooed. She closed her eyes as she spoke, each word being spoken more slowly and carefully than the last. Her tongue had reformed within her closed mouth as sensitive as her clitty, every square millimeter of surface a tuning rod of erotic pleasure. Talyer closed her mouth and pushed her tongue against her pallet and could help but jump and shudder at the joy that rushed to her pussy. It was like someone pinching her clit, but at a massive scale.

The scent of the strawberry blonde’s arousal was already starting to fill the space around her as she tried speaking again.

“This is deliiiightful,” Tayler quivered, each curl and tap of her tongue on her teeth feeling like a finger flicking her clitty, “You haaave to ssssee what you get, Chymmme!”

Chyme nodded, took a deep breath through nose, and pushed her blinking button. “Results!” popped on and after another few seconds the three spinning reels produced “REPLACED WITHIN:,” “VAGINAL,” and “INTERIOR.”

“Ah! Ah gam opem my mouff agaim!” Chyme sputtered, throwing her arms up in victory. She then brought a hand back down and explored her new orifice with a finger. Her eyes closed gently as she felt the intruder push into her virgin vaginal canal. She felt the soft walls tighten around her digit, and there was a deep primal satisfaction to the sensation...but Chyme got the sense it could be better. Her finger didn’t stretch the inner workings of Chyme’s new mouth - didn’t fill it - as much as her new needy depths wanted.

But she did know of something wavering under Carina’s skirt that could do the trick.

“Gum wiff me,” Chyme smiled, shivering a little at the pleasant feeling of the corners of her lips drawing upward and pulling at the sensitive interior behind them. She took Carina by the hand and led her away from the games and towards an empty bar tucked into a back corner of the casino.

“You, toooo…” Tayler smiled, intertwining her fingers and leading Neome after them.

The bar had a small bartop manned by one of the automatons, and a couple bench seats along the side. Framed pictures of bikini models and playbunnies adorned the wall. Chyme pushed Carina onto one of the seats, her bare ass bouncing on the pleather. Her clit-dildo swung upward and naturally cast aside some of the frilly skirt. Chyme’s eyes stared down at it, and little glisten escaped her secret pussy mouth.

Tayler brought Neome over to one of the bar stools and patted it. Neome blushed and took her seat, her triple pairs of breasts swinging slightly as she settled on it.

“May I?” was asked by both recently altered women at the same time. Carina and Neome both nodded.

Chyme dropped to her knees so quickly Carina was afraid she’d bruised herself. But there was no indication of that from the hungry woman. She opened her mouth and Carina could see the pink flesh behind the lips. No teeth or tongue, just a soft squishy passage presenting itself - a passage that was desperate to sate the emptiness within it. The endowed thief could see how much lubricant Chyme was holding back, as it now freely dribbled from her open lips and down her chin.

Not wasting another moment Chyme pushed her lips to the rubbery head of Carina’s shaft, partially engulfing it just with their own pillowy width. As she continued to take the clit-cock deeper within her head Carina could not sense any indication of hidden teeth or jaw - the sensation was as soft and satisfying as when Neome had been atop her.

Atop her bar stool Neome was getting a lapdance, Tayler running her hands up Neome’s thighs and tracing her stomach and ribs just at the place where each breast connected. Neome’s body was quivering and quaking as fingers brushed just along the line where her sensitivity increased, arousing her pussy and her frustration that Tayler wasn’t touching more of her.

Tayler did this a few times, alternating with running her nose up the triple center cleavage of Neome’s breasts just far enough away that all which touched them was the warm exhale of her breath. When doing this she gripped Neome’s ass and gave it a squeeze. The multi-bosomed woman couldn’t imagine that her nips could be any harder.

After a few of these teases Tayler stepped back and slipped the straps of her bra over her shoulders, the light mesh pulling away from her breasts and putting her own stiff nips on display. Neome’s eyes locked on the delicious looking nubs jiggling gently atop her delicate dangling mounds. Tayler reached around Neome’s side, taking her hands with her and gripping the edge of the bar. With Neome’s hands held in place Tayler pulled herself up so her nipples were directly in front of her lover’s face - Neome’s six breasts dragging tightly along Tayler’s rising body.

Neome groaned as her half-dozen nipples rubbed against her new companion, and she squeezed the upper most pair tight against Tayler’s ribs as Neome leaned forward and took one of Tayler’s nips in her mouth.

Chyme’s mouth had already been filled by Carina’s rubber length, the knob of it slipping into Chyme’s throat. The stuffed woman rolled her eyes upward to look at Carina, but didn’t gag like she had expected - vagina’s didn’t choke, afterall. She kept pushing further and further, adjusting herself so she could take the stiff, straight shaft deeper. 

Carina’s fingers were gripping the pleather seat so tightly she feared her fingernails would puncture it. She was doing her best to hold back an orgasm, but every centimeter further she went into Chyme’s warm wet pussy mouth brought her that much closer to unloading her blue spunk. In short order Chyme’s head was beneath the frills of the skirt, and her nose was poking Carina’s mons. 

Chyme had pushed her ass up into the air and was now closer to being on all-fours, so that her neck and chest could align to take all of Carina’s pussy-dong. As the head pushed within her clavicle Chyme shuddered - Carina’s knob had pressed against a sphincter-like g-spot. A g-ring.

The sensation of fullness, the complete bliss of her new mouth and throat stuffed nearly to capacity, and this discovery of this new pleasure point was blanching Chyme’s mind of thought. She could not believe that she’d taken all of Carina’s manly growth. Juices from her mouth dripped down her neck and chest and soaked her pink top, and her more southern pussy had already turned her yoga pants into a swamp.

Now that she was completely impaled on it Chyme could think of only one thing that could make swallowing the rubber rod better. She began to rock back and forth on her hands and knees, releasing a few inches and then swallowing them again. She could feel the head captured just beyond her clavicle pushing harder and harder against the g-ring, the tease of greater pleasure should she manage to breach it pulsing through her over and over.

Neome had by now sampled the slightly salty sweaty taste of both of Tayler’s nips, licking and sucking them with abandon. Tayler’s juices were dripping through the mesh of her thong and covering Neome’s thighs. The breastplay was delightful, but it wouldn’t get her off.

It was time for Tayler to finally unleash her newly enhanced tongue. She pushed herself away from Neome, eliciting a little mew of disappointment that didn’t yet appreciate what was to come. Taking a step back back the two women took in each other’s beautiful bodies for a split second. Neome slipped out her tongue and licked her lips and her entire form vibrated in pleasurable anticipation.

Leaning forward and downward Tayler took Neome’s lowest right breast into her mouth and sucked while flicking the stiff nip with her hyper-sensitive tongue. Both women groaned. It wouldn’t take much of that before each of them came. Tayler lingered for as long as she dared before releasing the soft fat with a pop! and moving on to the middle left breast.

The sensation of Tayler’s tongue flicking over the stiff nub was incredible. Her tongue, as sensitive as her clit across its entire surface, could not keep from arousing Tayler just from having her mouth closed and pressing on its surface, spital shifting and moving over it. Each little twitch and shift of her muscles sparked a heavenly flame between her legs.

But the concentrated pressure of the nipple on one part of her tongue, followed by the tight spring and release of a licking flick, was like an inverted pinch to her clit. Every lick was like whipping the sopping slit between her legs with pure arousal.

 Neither woman wanted the building pleasure to burst just yet - they both knew every moment of suckling was pushing them to an even better orgasm. But finally, as Tayler moved to the upper right breast, she felt damned bliss burst upwards into her belly. She moaned and her face slipped off of Neome’s tit and slid into the + shaped cleavages of her upper four boobs.

As Taylor’s convulsing body fell forward against Neome’s tripled tits she couldn’t hold back her own orgasm. The pair both moaned and swore as their forms were wracked with their bursting bliss, arms relaxing and wrapping around each other to try and carry the waves of pleasure as far as possible into their waxing afterglows.

As Carina watched Neoma and Tayler climax upon each other she felt herself lose grip on the orgasm she’d been holding back.

“Shiiit, Chyme, I’m gonna…” Carina placed her hands on Chyme’s shoulders in an attempt to coax her off in time, but instead Chyme reached up and around and gripped tightly Carina’s ass. Understanding that Chyme wanted it Carina spread her fingers into the kneeling woman’s curly locks and pulled her head into her crotch. Carina felt her rubber clit-dick’s head gripped by something and she finally burst.

Chyme’s own orgasm broke the same moment her g-ring was finally skewered by the enormous pussy-cock. Her muscles locked and shivered, and Chyme didn’t think she could experience anything as blissful as the orgasm exploding through her.

Then Carina exploded inside her. The spunk rushed through Carina’s stiff staff and stretched Chyme’s g-ring again just a little. The warm goo gushed through Chyme’s chest and careened into her stomach.

The pressure was so great it actually began to push Chyme off her erotic impalement. Unable to fight against it she gave into the momentum, letting her unresponsive muscles fall backwards, inches and inches of clitty-dick slipping from her lips. Finally the head popped out of the grip of her mouth pussy, and then her lips. Carina was still cumming, and her blue spunk splattered across Chyme’s face and down into her cleavage behind the pink top.

Collapsed about and atop each other, for a few minutes all four women did nothing more than quietly breathe deeply amongst the sticky evidence of their pleasures.

to be continued...