Pleasure Cruise - Part XXIV (Patreon)

1,400+ words catches up with Tiara, who has found a form of release, and Carina's reaction to her own release...

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Flushing at the chance to ignore the request, Tiara gripped tighter to the stone hips. Her own pair were now pushed up against the petrified ass, the head of her rubber dick barely mashing into the limits of the woman beneath her.

Fuck, yes, you’re right at the limit! Push, push harder…push me closer…further…

Tiara wanted to stuff something in the woman’s mouth to shut up the voice in her head, but knew of course that wouldn’t work. She continued pounding into the stone, casually exploring the marble body’s creases and curves with her hands - but being careful not to touch the woman’s breasts. Instead she came very close, but always slipped away along the rigid ribs.

God, yes, fuck, I can’t wait…I want to feel you explode inside of me…fill me…blast your cum through me!

It didn’t take much to bring Tiara close despite the intrusive voice. She wanted so badly to pull out at the last moment and spray down the chatty woman’s back with her red spunk, but realized she probably couldn’t complete outside of the marble muff. So Tiara gritted her teeth, grabbed the stone ass tightly, and gasped as she came.

Oh yes, so powerful, so HOT! Filling me…filling me…

As Tiara’s release continued she felt something splash against her belly. Gasping and looking down through her breasts she saw that her pink cum had erupted out of the open asshole back against her. Glancing in front of her she could see the fuck furniture’s mouth was also ejecting her seed.

The woman hadn’t just been turned to stone, her holes had all been interconnected.

Tastes so good…tastes so good…

As the urge to rut lessened with the successful completion of Tiara’s daily requirements she shifted back onto her heels, her long schlong slipping inch by inch out of the marble cavern.

Listen, please! I need nine more people to cum in me or I’ll remain stuck like this he-

The woman’s plea was cut off as the head of Tiara’s dong popped out. She sat her ass back on the floor, breaths heavy, as she recovered from the most recent - but welcome orgasm. She could see the stone labia had been stained red from her ejaculate.

As she sat there Tiara heard a quiet whirring, and looked over to see the little automaton wheeling over towards the petrified head. It pushed its cleaning tools around the floor to clean up all of Tiara’s spent sperm, then turned its attention to the red dripping from hardened lips. Curious, Tiara placed one finger to the petrified butt as the machine began rubbing at the marble mouth.

Ah, no! Your rubbing…cleaning…it just makes me hornier! I can’t st-

A terrible grin crossed Tiara’s mind as she watched more of her spunk drip from both holes facing her. She stood up and lifted the abandoned cup that was still resting on the trysting table’s back. Tiara could feel some cold coffee swirling around in it, about a third full. She turned the cup and poured the cold caffeinated brew across the arched back.

Reacting to the splattering sound, the automaton turned as if it could give an angry glare to Tiara. Finished with its task, it rolled around and began to rub the coffee off the stone surface. Tiara dropped the cup dramatically, creating a small splash that splattered over the machine. It sputtered but continued cleaning.

“I think I left a stain, good luck with that,” Tiara laughed as she walked away. She grabbed some paper napkins off the sugar & cream counter and wiped off the sprayed spunk still stuck to her before leaving the cafe area. She, of course, dropped the damp napkin on the floor as she left.

Back in the hallway Tiara took a breath and considered her options. She was briefly mad at Ula69 for abandoning her, but Tiara considered how she’d do the same. It was Carina’s absence that bothered her the most. The bitch didn’t seem to care what had happened to her - so much for being fucking partners!

And the damned captain…Tiara accepted that perhaps she’d underestimated the ease of finding a chance for revenge. A new tack was, indeed, needed. She considered Carina again. The twat had seemed more than willing to go along with this plan. Maybe it had granted her some grace - or insight.

So that was the new plan…find Carina.

Carina’s face flushed deeply as she rushed from the elevator, giving only the smallest thanks and acknowledgement to the pussy-faced blonde for her relief. She’d just orgasmed - from a blowjob - on an elevator in front of people intensely watching her. She’d had an audience. She’d been a show.

She’d cum publicly earlier, but this…was so close. Intimate. A woman had turned her mouth into a vagina for Carina’s pleasure!

Without much care to where she was going Carina stumbled through the Mestra until finally arriving at the pool atop the ship’s bow. The rattan recliners looked very comfortable, and she threw herself upon one. Resting back, her blue dildo heavy upon her right thigh, Carina recentered herself as she looked up into the starry night.

“How…is any of this…possible…” she finally sighed to herself.

“Who cares, it’s great!”

“Speak for yourself!”

“We’ll get a better one, soon.”

Carina sat up to see three women approaching her through the water. The woman in the center was undulating seductively. She had long red hair and a pair of generous breasts that rocked in the water. Each arm was around a woman at her sides. They appeared identical in every way, from the slim faces and bodies to shoulder-length brunette hair. They wore the exact same black bikinis.

“Pardon me?” Carina replied, looking for a towel to cover herself. The identical women pulled themselves up onto the pool’s edge and sat their slight peaches on the deck. The red head remained in the water.

“Don’t mind them, they’re just annoyed that they didn’t get a bigger change.”

“Don’t get me wrong, looking like Kaylie Keshington is sexy, and an improvement…” the one to the left spoke up.

“But, I mean, I started with bigger tits!” the one on the right added.

“What happened?” Carina asked, giving up on finding a towel and just pulling her legs and rubber cock up so she could use her arms to - barely - cover them.

“Ah, well,” the red-head spoke up, a big smile on her lips, “We were eating lunch and one of them saw this social media princess-”

“Kaylie Keshington, she’s a gorgeous influencer.”

“And I spotted her!”

The brunettes had interrupted so quickly that Carina didn’t even know who had said what.

“Whatever. One of them then says how she would want to look like Kaylie all the time, and then the other agreed, and then I watched them both turn into her twins!”

“I like being prettier, don’t get me wrong, but you got such a cooler change!”

“And I liked my tits, they bounced!”

“What…what happened to you?” Carina asked the woman in the pool. The red-head smiled, and pushed backwards off the pool’s wall. She swam on her back, bringing into view a gorgeous mermaid tail. Where her skin transitioned to scales along the line of her gut and mons a very human pussy rode proudly - and clearly aroused.

“I mentioned wanting to be a red-head wet dream in the pool and I turned into this kinky Ariel! I had short blonde hair, less curves than these two have now, and now I never need to shave my legs again!”

“And the type of titties I’d like!” the twin on the right moaned.

“I didn’t think the ship was capable of making changes people don’t like…” Carina mused.

“It can’t,” the duplicate on the left smiled, smacking her double in the arm, “She hated those big heavy fat boobs. She knows these are better for her, she’s just jealous of what Areola has - ah! I called you Areola again, Areola!”

“No worries, I like it, I’ve been calling myself that in my head, too,” the mermaid grinned. She turned her attention to her floating breasts and began to trace the edges of her thumb-thick nipples. “I did get some pretty perfect boobs, didn’t I?”

“Honestly, Areola, if I could just suck on those all day I’d probably be happy,” the right brunette laughed.

“Yeah, me, too. I just want to grab your boobs and not let go.”

“Oh! My lips fweel-”

“Yeah, I’m all twing-”

Carina and Areola looked to each brunette to see that their mouths were puckering.

to be continued...