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Dragon Quest VIII - Sailors' Dream
by Streti, thestreti@gmail.com
For a port town, Port Prospect was a relatively small and peaceful community. A bit too small perhaps, Jessica had found. She had scoured the town for information on Dhoulmagus and the ferry, but even her family name hadn't been enough to get the townspeople talking. It was likely they didn't know anything more, then.
The day had already turned to night and the decent folk of the town had retired into their homes. Nevertheless, something had happened to the ferry, and she was burning with the need to know. There was still one place open, the pub above the port.
As she climbed the stairs, she could already hear the merry piano tune from the bar with a very familiar racket. She may have been nobility, but she hadn't stayed put to her family manor like her mother wanted, that's for sure!
Nevertheless, even if she was used to bars, the bars weren't used to her. When the clientele noticed her, their mouths fell open, some in the middle of a drink, beer spilling from their gaping holes. Even the music stopped. After the initial shock, everything resumed as if she wasn't the most stunning woman the sailors and staff in the bar had seen, not to mention her background. Even the black-haired dancer girl in a form-fitting blue and yellow dress gave her an appreciative look.
The smell of beer in the air reminded Jessica that she had been too busy to eat all day, so she ordered a pint and sat down by the bar. She didn't mind the constant eyefuls she was getting, she was used to it. Whether her new dress was too bold, she didn't care, baring her upper back and giving an ample view of her heavy bosom, with a necklace teasingly hanging in the cleft of her breasts. Her prudish mother was welcome to disapprove of dresses like this, but Jessica thought otherwise.
Jessica took a swig of the dark beer, and yelped in surprise. (Ooh! That's pretty strong!) she thought. Some of the sailors chuckled, and she decided to turn their attention elsewhere, posing them the same questions she had been going through in the town. They didn't seem to know much more, to be expected, but disappointing nonetheless. Jessica wasn't one to give up easily, so she talked to everyone sitting or passing near her, drinking her beer on the side. Finally, one sailor gave her an appraising once-over with a knowing look in his eyes.
"You see four o' my mates over there? We was all on that boat. You wanna hear about it, have a seat with us."
Jessica couldn't have been more eager. She emptied her pint with one gulp and walked to a round table with four merry-looking sailors. But even before she could open her mouth, one of the sailors interrupted her.
"Yah, we heard you was looking for some tale-ors, Jessica-lady," said a burly one in a red and white striped shirt, and laughed at his poor pun.
Another continued, a more lanky looking one in a blue-striped shirt. "Trouble is, we's not allowed to tell anyun, even you, miss Albert."
The unkempt one in a green-striped shirt butted in. "We gotta hand it to you, miss, all the sailors here dream about you."
"So we was wondering, how's about making them dreams come true?" said the last of the four, a short one in a yellow-striped shirt.
"What?" she gasped, the realization striking her. She had known it might come to this, but now it really looked like her sleuthing turned into slutting.
"Then we'da feel inclined, so ta say, to let the cat outa the bag," said the sailor who had directed her here, an average-looking one in a purple-striped shirt, and placed a pint next to Jessica. "This here's for you, miss."
Jessica appreciated the tasty beer, it allowed her to cover her mouth for a while to think, as all five stared at her, waiting for a reply.
"How do I know if you know anything?" she finally said. By not rejecting them outright, she already gave the sailors a glint of hope, while keeping the bargaining power to herself.
"We ain't pulling your leg, miss Jessica," said Burly, as Jessica decided to name him. "We really saw that Dhoulmagus fella, an' we know how to get the ferry running again."
"Oh really? What are those dreams of yours then? Have they anything to do with... these?" Jessica said and lifted up her bust, fixing the sailors' gaze on the bare upper flesh of her full mounds.
"Oh yes, plenty," said Scruffy with the green stripes, almost drooling into his five o'clock shadow.
"But even more," continued Shorty in yellow. The sailors leaned nearer to Jessica, and there was a flurry of whispers. A blush rose to her cheeks.
"Oh. Ah... hmm." She took another drink of the beer, which filled her empty stomach and warmed her body pleasantly. "That's a bit much you know. Wouldn't you settle for less?" she bargained.
"Nope." "We's decided!" "Solid!" they said in unison.
She weighed her options. She wondered how long the ferry staff would keep their silence and pretend everything was being taken care of. It could take days. On the other hand, there was something tempting in their offer. She could get her information with her own means, not by relying on her family name. Besides, for sailors, they were a pretty clean bunch, except Scruffy. It looked like they had washed and shaved just today. And even Scruffy didn't look that bad. Also, she couldn't deny the tingle of excitement their suggestion had brought her. (Now who's bargaining?)
"On one condition. You tell me beforehand, and if your information is valid, I will honor my part of the bargain as well."
The sailors looked at each other, consulting everyone with a glance.
"It's settled! We trust you, miss Jessica. We'll tell you on our way to the Sailor's Guild."
"Oh. Alright. Let's be on our way then," she said slightly nervously.
The group exited the building and made their way towards the Sailor's Guild in the silent town. They told Jessica even more than she had hoped to know. She was itching to put that knowledge into use right away, but she had to wait at least until morning until she could confront the ferry staff. In the meantime, she had a promise to keep.
They reached a nondescript building at the water margin, a plaque identifying it as the Sailor's Guild, and entered. They went past a stylish office and a room filled with beds, until they made it to a spacious, well-lit bedchamber with a large comfy-looking bed, a small window out to the sea, bookshelves and a small table.
"Uh, so?"
She didn't need more of an answer when one of the sailors got behind her and unceremoniously grabbed her breasts. It was the one who had approached her at the bar, with the purple stripes, and she now named him Grabby. A bit more timidly, but just a bit, Scruffy approached her from the front for a kiss, and when their lips connected, he wasn't timid at all, placing a hand on the upper, bare curve of her breast and his tongue in her mouth. They were going quite fast, but Jessica was coping with it, taking her tongue to meet the intruder and placing her hands on Scruffy's back. While Jessica was still wondering about what she had gotten herself into, she felt relaxed and at ease in the company of the eager sailors.
Burly, to her side, took her hand from Scruffy's back and placed it on his pants, where an obvious bulge stood, and even though he had been quite straightforward, she started rubbing it on her own accord. Then Lanky pushed Scruffy aside, and the unkempt sailor let go but with a grumble. Lanky continued by bending down and mouthing her tits, tantalizingly displayed in her shirt, and kissed and licked their soft upper parts wet. In the meantime, Grabby was kissing her back and running his hands down her sides, and Shorty to her left got the same bulge-rubbing treatment as Burly. They touched her, but only cautiously, slightly on her bare shoulders and chest,
except for Grabby, who was getting a feel of her butt through her tan girdle and red skirt, and tugging at her belt and the strings of the girdle.
Jessica, face flushed, felt their heat and her own, but she still had enough sense to take care of her provisions. She gently pushed the sailors aside, and removed her belt, girdle and pouch.
Feeling slightly lighter, and light-headed, she gave them an expectant gaze, and soon she was again turning around in the sailors' circle, getting kissed on her chest and mouth and back, with hands caressing her all over. The touches didn't feel like much through her clothes, but it was obvious they would already been ready to get more thoroughly acquainted with her. Somewhat to her surprise, she was excited and enjoying herself, but she wasn't quite that ready yet.
Grabby was burying his head between her upper curves of her busts when she decided to ease their eagerness, and kneeled down. With a little trouble, she fished his hard rod from his pants. He moaned, and someone else said, "Huzzah!" when she took the piece in her mouth.
She wasn't about to let the others stand by and watch, though. Lanky, to the side, got dragged by the hem of his pants closer to Jessica, and soon he too had his cock out, and then in in the embrace of Jessica's tongue. The others, encouraged by Jessica's two-cock show, freed themselves from the strain of their pants, and presented her with their rigid rods.
Now Jessica was doing all the work, sucking one straining organ and stroking two others, then switching over, licking and stroking one and caressing the other's balls while he helped himself. Jessica was feeling even hotter as she went from tool to tool with a background music of wet sounds, groans and encouragement. It was rather tiring, her arms up in the air, wanking their cocks, her head moving, sucking, licking, with their dark heads proudly up on rigid poles. As she moved, her tits jiggled in her shirt and received some of the saliva that ran down from her mouth and their cocks.
Luckily, the sailors aided themselves when she wasn't with them. The first one came when she was facing away, she just heard the grunts and then felt cum splashing on her hair, on the back of her head and her neck and shoulders, trailing down to the low cut backline of her shirt. One was down and the others were heaving as well, but at least the one in her mouth let her know when he came.
"Arr! I'm gonna go!"
Jessica had just the time to take him out of her mouth before his load started spurting out, almost hitting her in the eye. Thick slimy stands splattered on her face, mostly covering her left cheek and the area of her mouth, almost going up into her nose. The man kept grunting and heaving as his spooge covered Jessica's face, some dripping down to her chest. With two gone, it was like they had been cleared for coming, and Jessica didn't even have time to react before the one she was stroking orgasmed, sending his seed in straight lines on her forehead, hair and then the side of her nose, and the rest on her breasts and the blue shirt.
She was already feeling dripping wet, cum covering her hair, face and chest, strands of spunk covering her necklace, running down her cleavage and her back, seeping into her shirt, when the fourth one let loose as well. This time, cum rained straight on her chest and round mammaries from the side while Lanky wailed in his climax, some even shooting past the large target of her ample boobs and onto her red skirt.
One more to go.
Sure enough, the last one came as well, jerking his member just above Jessica's shoulder, his sperm jetting downwards on her already cum-glazed round mounds and the spunk-stained shirt that bound them. The man groaned low and deep as the rest of his semen landed mostly on Jessica's bare skin, the last spurts ending on her shoulders and back. As he added to the seedy trails already on her back, gooey droplets of jizz ran down in lines down into her shirt.
By the end of it, Jessica was a lovely mess, covered with spunk. The five content sailors around her were admiring the sight after having unloaded on her, showering her with cum. She was heaving, her flushed face decorated with thick strands of spooge. Her ample mounds and the shirt holding them were wet with splotches of white slime, and there was a wet feeling on her neck and back as some of the cum on her hair trailed down to her skin. Some managed to avoid the already semen-stained wet fabric, and ran between her shirt and back instead. Even her red skirt had some cumstains, and more sticky spooge was dripping down onto it from her sperm-showered upper body.
Considering the situation, she didn't mind the jizz seeping into her hair, but when she realized it was messing her clothes as well, she jolted up.
"I must get these off!"
"We's with ya," the sailors laughed.
Then Lanky sobered up a little, "Sorry if we made a mess of your dress, miss. We have cleaning service here, so you's--"
"No, it's all right," Jessica said, working calmly so she could get the sperm-stained shirt and skirt off as clean as possible. "It's quite common really. It looks like I was attacked by some Slimes."
"That's right, you was. By us!" The sailors laughed, and even Jessica smiled under her slimy facemask.
"You lot aren't that bad," she said with her skin still covered with thick cum, the semen-soaked shirt clinging to her breasts.
She turned away from them to focus on the clingy, wet shirt, robbing them of the view of her bared bosom when she finally unpeeled it. Nevertheless, the seamen let her strip in peace, hurriedly undressing themselves while watching the beauty carefully take off her skirt, underskirt, shoes and her thick pantyhose. The busty redhead was a looker from the behind as well, with her slender neck and delicate shoulders, the alluring curve of her back and a tight butt, toned travelling out in the wild.
Jessica turned back to them, now completely bare except for the necklace, and her hands covering her big breasts, the most tantalising bits that weren't already covered with cum. As she stood in front of them with nothing on, the sailors took pleasure in resting their attention on her fair skin and pleasant form, and her red-haired triangle.
Then she took a teasing expression, wrapped her arms around her beautiful busts, and bent forward, jiggling herself like a bunny girl putting on her best performance. The necklace and her heavy tits hung alluringly down and glistened with the sperm on them.
"Any of you gentlemen up for a Puff-puff?" she asked, her eyes sensual.
The sailors got noticeably enthusiastic, especially Lanky, who was already back at full mast, even though it was with the help of some hoisting by himself. Slowly, she pulled her hands back, revealing her lovely boobs for their eyes.
A choir of infatuated sighs met the sight of her magical orbs, full and supple, with large areolas. She felt a little silly, presenting her breasts to the sailors like this, and the blush on her face deepened. For the sailors, that only added to her sex appeal. Shorty was the first to make a move, rushing to her mounds and mouthing a nipple, suckling it eagerly, and soon Lanky was at the other.
"Come on now! Didn't your mothers breastfeed you when you were babes?"
The two at her breasts didn't respond, although Shorty moved his mouth from her nipple to her upper chest, not minding that he suckled some of the mixed manmilk off her titflesh.
"No, miss! We was never babes!" answered Scruffy and kissed her on the mouth.
She could feel his stubble on her skin as he kissed her hungrily, and she was getting lost in the heat of the moment. The three men were all over her, kissing and licking, caressing and groping, making her gasp for breath, their mouths and hands on her breasts, on her skin, all over her naked body, and her twat was soaked. She wriggled out of their reach, and caught her breath, looking at all five, her beauty deepened by her visible lust. She felt herself get psyched up, and her sexual tension increased by 100!
"All right, you spunk-filled spuds, who's up first?" she called eagerly, and eyed the eager sailors, swinging her hips for a tease.
"You're up for the task, aren't you?" she said and took Shorty by the hand, practically dragging him to the bed on his back. He gazed at her flabbergasted as she rose on top of him and took her centre to his mast, first teasing him with her lips, then sinking it into her muff with a moan. The short man certainly wasn't short all around, and he was pleasantly hard already despite having come just a while ago. Jessica rode him expertly to her own pleasure while the rest of the crew watched on, jerking their poles.
"Come over here!" she called to them as they just waited.
As the suddenly more timid sailors stepped closer, she scooped the cum on her tits and face and got her hands wet with it. After rubbing the hands first on her own body, she placed them Shorty's chest, and he was really in no position to complain. When she felt some hands on her back, she turned around and got on the bed on her back, robbing Shorty of her wet and tight snatch.
Jessica spread her luscious legs, offering the men a tempting view of her red-haired muff, and it didn't take Scruffy long to plunge his meat into her. Shorty got on his knees and then over Jessica's mammaries, placing his cock in their wet embrace as Jessica pushed them together for his convenience.
Her lust was starting to overwhelm her as Scruffy pounded her twat, and she was only half there when Lanky offered his cock back into her mouth. Burly and Grabby, in the meanwhile, got on both sides of her, and Shorty had the pleasure of squeezing Jessica's bust around his cock himself when she started stroking them again. She didn't really even think about it all as the five men enjoyed her. Giving a blowjob and two handjobs at the same time was a lot to handle with the distraction of an eager male pounding her cunt, but she was enjoying herself too much to think about it all consciously, and somehow it all worked.
The men switched over a few times, and soon the overflowing juices from her pussy were being spread on her breasts and in her mouth by their cocks, until Burly lifted her up to fuck her in his lap. She was burning up, moaning with pleasure, and didn't mind when she was passed on into the lap of another, and another. They all had some muscle to them, naturally, some more, some less. The men became a flurry of faces, kisses, tongues, strong hands all over her skin, her breasts groped, fingers from her pussy in her mouth, and the aching in her body grew ever bigger. Soon, she was encouraging them to fuck her harder, bent over the bed with Lanky shagging her from behind, taking Grabby in her mouth and the rest to the sides, stroking off again.
It was when she was riding Grabby, his hands tightly on her spectacular jugs, Scruffy's meat in her mouth, when she was almost screaming with the sensations in her body, that they crossed her threshold, building into a pressure which manifested physically, blowing out all the tension in her body and bending her into a rigid arch, lifting her towards the heavens, freeing her mouth for short but loud moans as the thick mists of lust in her mind focused into searing bolts of ecstacy. Grabby couldn't take it all, both the sight and feeling of the beauty coming on him, and the heavenly feeling of her pussy spasming and clamping around his manhood, so he let loose and his balls unloaded in Jessica, filling her clamped cavern with a copious load of thick sperm.
It wasn't enough for her though. Still shivering in ecstacy after coming just slightly down, her pussy filled with cum, she called for more. Heeding her call, Scruffy lifted her up and placed her down on the bed, then placed his throbbing mast down on her, making her squeal with delight. Sensing that this was their chance, Lanky, Burly and Shorty all took their aching rods to her, and were rewarded handsomely when the lust-driven Jessica started stroking two of them with fervor, leaving the last to her slick, heaving bosom.
Jessica was feeling overpowered as her snatch was being pounded sore just after an explosive orgasm. All the men were straining in her handling, especially Scruffy, who was furrowing her soft folds with all his might. Grabby's cum was spilling out of her wet cavern with each furious thrust, but even with the seedy lubricant, he was doing her a lot of good. It was worth it for both of them, because soon Jessica was moaning passionately in slow gasps again, her legs squeezing Scruffy to keep fucking her, and her hands working furiously on the two cocks. Even still, it was Lanky between her abundant tits who came first, jerking his load all over her magical orbs and orgasm-wracked face. Her body arched against his, but she was more aware of it than him, even as incessant pleasure was scorching her mind and body. She didn't look like it, but she did feel his sperm striping her skin and splashing into her mouth, enjoying in her ecstacy the lustful feeling of getting covered with spunk.
After Lanky was done, she felt more splashes of sperm on her face and chest, and their accompanying groans, and her climax felt even better to her when Scruffy came in her already sperm-coated pussy. He roared as his load spurted in Jessica, to accompany what little was left of Grabby's in her and not out, dripping down her skin onto the wet sheets.
The sweaty pile of people was now reeling from their orgasms, most of all Jessica. Satisfied and spent, a burning blush on her cum-splattered face, with a line of sticky spunk over her nose and mouth and more crisscrossing her heaving chest, Jessica was now even more beautiful than after her previous cumshower. Her impressive bosom was covered with thick spooge, trailing down the lovely curves and fleshy pink nipples, pooling in her cleavage, long strands on her upper chest, covering the necklace and some, of course, on the sheets, with even more cum back in her hair, gluing the lone locks over her forehead to her skin. Some was even dripping down her left earring.
Eventually, the men got enough of their strength back to get off from her.
"Wow. You really kept your promise, miss Jess," heaved Burly.
"Not even half of it. Come back here, you!"
"Cor blimey!" shouted the sailors as one man.
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That night, Jessica was tireless. During the night, she got fucked countless times, by the five sailors, and when they were gone, by others. She couldn't count anymore how many times she came, but at last when she woke up to a bright sunny morning, she felt totally satisfied. She also felt sore in her pussy, and covered in dozens of dried loads, matting her hair and pubes, and starching the bedclothes, with her cove still dripping cum, but she was deliriously happy. In the room she found a tub of hot water, soap and a towel, and all of her clothes in a neat pile on the table, washed and dried. Only if you looked closely could you see that the shirt still had some faint white stains around the bust area. Few came to know what had happened that night, although some wondered why she didn't sit at all during the ferry ride.
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