Pleasure Cruise update (Patreon)

1,000+ new words let's Tiara watch a moment of pleasure captured! ~dS

Tiara slowly peered around the wall so as to not startle the speakers she’d heard. But it became clear that even if she’d walked fully into view it would have been clear that they weren’t interested in anything aside from themselves.

Both were generally slim beauties - long toned legs, peach perked asses, wispy stomachs, delicate arms, and faces which had mildly exaggerated features. One was pale-skinned and wore her red hair in a ponytail, while the other’s brown locks had streaks of blue in them that swept down the brown skin of her back. The redhead had on a white belly-baring tank top, suspenders, denim shorts, and was barefoot. The other, despite wearing a two-piece swimsuit, had on wedge sneakers.

There was an exception to their otherwise lythe forms. It was clear that when they’d left their staterooms that morning neither had possessed the enormous breasts each woman’s top was straining to hold back. The flimsy material of the redhead’s shirt betrayed two thick rock-hard nipples that had nearly burst through the material. The brunette’s swimming suit held her nipples in check while looking a bit more tightly uncomfortable.

The pair each had a hand around the waist of their companion, but as Tiara watched a shimmer fell over both of them the brunette slid her hands up to play with the white-wrapped nipples of her lover.

“Mmm…if we’re going to sixty-nine forever I want to make sure I get a farewell grope of these,” the brunette whispered as she hooked her thumbs under the tight bottom hem of the redhead’s shirt.

“Oh, Nelya…that feels even better than I’d expected!” the redhead moaned as the fabric peeled upward. Her enormous tits sprung from the confines of the top, her suspenders still pushing them together in a deep cleavage. The brunette - Nelya - gripped the thick nips as she sunk her head into the redhead’s bosom. “I need…I need to taste yours!”

The redhead, squirming with her head thrown back, pawed at the back of the other woman’s top. Eventually she found the tightly stressed zipper and began to drag it down the brunette’s back. Her dough-like breasts rose up out of the front of the top as the resistance waned, swallowing up their owner’s head in even more cleavage.

Finally the zipper burst apart and Nelya yanked it out from their mashed chests. Tiara could see a dark brown nipple as thick and long as a double-shot glass flip out one side and the redhead took the leathery nub in her hands.

“Aahh, Mina!” came the muffled cry from within all of the billowing boobs. Tiara watched the redhead - Mina - coax a thick stream of cream from Nelya’s teat. It covered Mina’s shorts and thigh in wet whiteness, as well as her hand. Mina brought it to her mouth and enveloped each finger in her pillowy leaps.

“Fuck, Nelya, you’re as delicious and sweet as I’d asked!”

Nelya finally lifted her head from Mina’s canyon, her face glistening from her own saliva also spread within the deep crevice. Some of her milk remained like gloss on Mina’s lips and the pair fought against their own tits to lock lips and curl their tongues together.

It was now Tiara saw something truly astonishing grip the pair. Their bodies were losing their firmness. Skin was rippling not as if firm flesh and muscles were beneath it, but more like a water bed. What remained of their clothes began to slip away from bodies that were becoming more slick and frictionless. Suspenders slid from shoulders, and shorts crumpled past legs and feet to the ground.

And slowly the kissing pair began to simultaneously mix with each other and get drawn into the painting they’d just imagined. The shadows and lines where one body stopped and the other started faded, like water colors mixing in a cup - although the consistency was more like that of oil paint. At the same time wisps of their merging form was stretching from them, reaching towards the canvas and being absorbed into it.

The pair could not cry out in pleasure anymore, their two pairs of lips having stuck fast to each other now. But it was clear on their mildly melting faces that each was experiencing incredible pleasure. As more of them stretched into the painting their feet curled and their legs rolled up into their asses. Their arms sunk into the floating ball of paint and soon all that tiara could still see clearly were their eyes, rolled back in mutual pleasure.

In mere minutes the two fully grown women had curled up into a floating ball of paint no bigger than a volleyball, which was then pulled upon the canvas out of the air.

With the process completed Tiara slowly stepped out from behind her corner, the fleshy sex doll still lifted limply upon her. She trudged over to the painting and peered at it.

It had originally been a magnificently realized palatial bedroom, with an empty four poster bed in the center.

Now, a pair of incredibly busty women were reclined amidst the billowy sheets, turned end to end in a sixty-nine. Both had their faces pressed tightly into their lover’s slit, tongues tasting glistening juices while arms wrapped around asses and guaranteed that each would eternally have their clits stroked. Mine rested slightly atop Nelya.

Both women’s other arms were stretched out to grip the other’s thick nipples, causing cream to pour from each, one a white cascade flowing over their bodies and the other spraying up over them and raining upon them and the floor.

Tiara could see that each had an expression of unimaginable pleasure and satisfaction. She felt her rubber clit cock twitch and ache. She was mildly annoyed she’d never know how it’d feel to have it driven into either luscious woman.

Shifting the awkward mass of the doll Tiara took a long sigh.

“I’ll be back for you two,” she winked at the painting, before stepping away to lug her treasure back to the stateroom.

to be continued...