Feeling impulsive as usual, Cassidy doesn’t hesitate to drape an arm around your shoulder while enjoying her drink, bringing her eye-catching cleavage close to your face. “You ask me, Red, I’m pretty sure this shrimpy sailor was enjoying the ride more than he’s letting on. From what I saw, he was hoping for a little more time to dock his little dinghy deep inside that harbor o’ Molly’s, if you catch my drift. She’s certainly got the room for it, haha!” In her gleeful carousal, Cassidy carelessly waves her can around and nearly spills some beer on Jessie, much to her crewmate’s annoyance.
“Watch it, Cass. You’re spilling all over the place.” Jessie pushes Cassidy’s hand away, which makes Cassidy accidentally drop her beer and spill it on the floor.
“Hey! You did that on purpose!”
“No I didn’t. You’re just a klutz.”
“No I’m not!”
“Yes you are!”
“No I’m not!”
You start to feel claustrophobic again as these two voluptuous, tipsy women--now amazons compared to your current size--get closer to you while glaring at each other, nearly crushing you between their standoff. You’re not caught in the crossfire for long, though, as both girls quickly pull each other onto the floor and start wrestling each other. Red laughs heartily at their roughhousing before taking another swig of beer, enjoying the show too much to consider stopping it just yet. You have a hard time looking away yourself. After all, who can ignore the sight of two vivacious women rolling their soft, jiggly bodies over each other while tearing bits of clothes off in their argument?
Apparently Molly can. Having finally worked up the nerve to talk to you, she approaches you while Jessie and Cassidy continue their fight. You look up to see Molly standing above you, blushing even harder than before. Either she’s really embarrassed, or she really can’t hold her drink well (or both). She anxiously twiddles with her hands deep below her vast, half-covered chest, inadvertently squeezing it between her straightened arms some more. She fumbles with her words a little before finally saying, “U-Ummm, s-sorry about...you know. I-I got really caught up in the moment and didn’t stop to think about what I was doing. I just wanted to impress Red and the crew, y’know?” Molly covers her face with her hands, overwhelmed with emotion as she thinks about her whirlwind but intimate experience with you. “Ugh, that was so embarrassing. You must think I’m some kind of freak, huh?”
“N-no, don’t worry about it. We all kinda got swept away there. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, after all.” You can tell Molly means well; she just rolls with a bold crowd. So you try your best to reassure her. “Besides, it felt pretty damn good, all things considered. A little demeaning, sure, but I’ve been hazed far worse before.”
Your words were meant to comfort Molly, but there was something about what you just said that triggered something in her. “Do you mean that,” Molly asks, pulling her hands from her face and looking at you intently.
“Oh, for sure. The worst time I got hazed was--”
“No, not that. You said that what I did to you felt pretty good right?”
“Um, yeah?”
“What felt good about it?” You watch as Molly’s gaze sharpens, her embarrassment giving way to an intense curiosity.
“Well, I mean, what guy in his right mind wouldn’t enjoy getting up close and personal with such an attractive girl?” You feel a little weird putting it to words like that, but maybe it’s the exact thing she needs to hear to feel better right now.
Molly hefts her breasts with both hands, boldly drawing attention to her chest in a way she’s never intentionally done before. “S-so you liked getting pressed against these? E-even though they’re so big?”
“You might say I liked it because they’re so big,” you say carelessly while taking another sip of your drink. Ok, that last comment might’ve been a little much, but that was just the beer talking, you reason. Plus, the smile you see forming on Molly’s face tells you that you’re finally putting her at ease, so there’s nothing wrong with a little harmless flirting, right?
Excited by your words, Molly takes another sip of beer and decides to make a bold move. “Do you mind if I have a seat?” Assuming she’s intending to take a seat next to you on the couch, you politely gesture Molly to join you.
“Be my gues--OOF!” Instead, Molly takes a seat onto your lap, her round posterior resting on your entire crotch and pressing the wind out of you. While Molly may be the smallest member of the Pirates, she still has the size advantage over your diminished body, your head only reaching up to her shoulder blades, and the weight difference shows. To your further surprise, Molly tosses her wet shirt aside, fully bearing herself without embarrassment. She looks back at you with a tipsy smile, the mix of alcohol and excitement making her blush a deep red. “M-Molly, what are you--”
“Well, sailor, I was just giving you another chance to grab hold of my treasure chest. Since you enjoyed our last excursion so much, I thought you wouldn’t mind helping me hide my treasure chest again, since it’s so big.” As she speaks, Molly takes both your hands and places them on her hardening nipples. “I don’t have a dry shirt to cover up with right now, so it’s kinda an ‘all hands on deck’ situation, heehee.” With Molly forcing you to hold onto her, your hands wind up squeezing her involuntarily, and the sensation of your fingers sinking deep into her skin reminds you how unbelievably big and soft her breasts are. Relishing your touch, Molly shudders and giggles like a cheeky little strumpet before feeling something poke at her booty. “Ahoy there. Looks like someone’s at full mast again,” Molly jokes, referring to your erection pressing against her.
“Well blow me down. Someone’s been coming out of her shell lately.” Making her presence known, Bonnie approaches the couch from behind and plops her chest directly onto your head. She can’t help but notice how friendly the two you have gotten so quickly.
While Molly continues to force you to fondle her, you suddenly feel two more pairs of semi-naked breasts press against either side of your face. Cassidy and Jessie, having finished their fight and disheveled their costumes, are standing next to Red behind the couch, both of them leaning in real close to note how frisky Molly is getting with you while squishing you between them again.
“I see someone’s at full mast again. And the new girl seems to enjoy being perched on his crow’s nest,” Cassidy teases.
“Not a bad show, lass. Using your charms to take charge and plunder hearts. Now you’re looking like a pirate. Ain't that right, Red?”
“Aye, and we didn’t even need to coax her into it this time.”
Bonnie can’t help but notice that, ever since you showed up, Molly has been surprisingly brazen lately, a far cry from her timid self. Something about your presence is really bringing out the promiscuous scalawag in her, and Red likes it. “That settles it. We’re keeping the new guy around, at least for a while. He might prove to be a useful cabin boy.”
“Aye-Aye, captain!”
“Watch it, Cass. You’re spilling all over the place.” Jessie pushes Cassidy’s hand away, which makes Cassidy accidentally drop her beer and spill it on the floor.
“Hey! You did that on purpose!”
“No I didn’t. You’re just a klutz.”
“No I’m not!”
“Yes you are!”
“No I’m not!”
You start to feel claustrophobic again as these two voluptuous, tipsy women--now amazons compared to your current size--get closer to you while glaring at each other, nearly crushing you between their standoff. You’re not caught in the crossfire for long, though, as both girls quickly pull each other onto the floor and start wrestling each other. Red laughs heartily at their roughhousing before taking another swig of beer, enjoying the show too much to consider stopping it just yet. You have a hard time looking away yourself. After all, who can ignore the sight of two vivacious women rolling their soft, jiggly bodies over each other while tearing bits of clothes off in their argument?
Apparently Molly can. Having finally worked up the nerve to talk to you, she approaches you while Jessie and Cassidy continue their fight. You look up to see Molly standing above you, blushing even harder than before. Either she’s really embarrassed, or she really can’t hold her drink well (or both). She anxiously twiddles with her hands deep below her vast, half-covered chest, inadvertently squeezing it between her straightened arms some more. She fumbles with her words a little before finally saying, “U-Ummm, s-sorry about...you know. I-I got really caught up in the moment and didn’t stop to think about what I was doing. I just wanted to impress Red and the crew, y’know?” Molly covers her face with her hands, overwhelmed with emotion as she thinks about her whirlwind but intimate experience with you. “Ugh, that was so embarrassing. You must think I’m some kind of freak, huh?”
“N-no, don’t worry about it. We all kinda got swept away there. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, after all.” You can tell Molly means well; she just rolls with a bold crowd. So you try your best to reassure her. “Besides, it felt pretty damn good, all things considered. A little demeaning, sure, but I’ve been hazed far worse before.”
Your words were meant to comfort Molly, but there was something about what you just said that triggered something in her. “Do you mean that,” Molly asks, pulling her hands from her face and looking at you intently.
“Oh, for sure. The worst time I got hazed was--”
“No, not that. You said that what I did to you felt pretty good right?”
“Um, yeah?”
“What felt good about it?” You watch as Molly’s gaze sharpens, her embarrassment giving way to an intense curiosity.
“Well, I mean, what guy in his right mind wouldn’t enjoy getting up close and personal with such an attractive girl?” You feel a little weird putting it to words like that, but maybe it’s the exact thing she needs to hear to feel better right now.
Molly hefts her breasts with both hands, boldly drawing attention to her chest in a way she’s never intentionally done before. “S-so you liked getting pressed against these? E-even though they’re so big?”
“You might say I liked it because they’re so big,” you say carelessly while taking another sip of your drink. Ok, that last comment might’ve been a little much, but that was just the beer talking, you reason. Plus, the smile you see forming on Molly’s face tells you that you’re finally putting her at ease, so there’s nothing wrong with a little harmless flirting, right?
Excited by your words, Molly takes another sip of beer and decides to make a bold move. “Do you mind if I have a seat?” Assuming she’s intending to take a seat next to you on the couch, you politely gesture Molly to join you.
“Be my gues--OOF!” Instead, Molly takes a seat onto your lap, her round posterior resting on your entire crotch and pressing the wind out of you. While Molly may be the smallest member of the Pirates, she still has the size advantage over your diminished body, your head only reaching up to her shoulder blades, and the weight difference shows. To your further surprise, Molly tosses her wet shirt aside, fully bearing herself without embarrassment. She looks back at you with a tipsy smile, the mix of alcohol and excitement making her blush a deep red. “M-Molly, what are you--”
“Well, sailor, I was just giving you another chance to grab hold of my treasure chest. Since you enjoyed our last excursion so much, I thought you wouldn’t mind helping me hide my treasure chest again, since it’s so big.” As she speaks, Molly takes both your hands and places them on her hardening nipples. “I don’t have a dry shirt to cover up with right now, so it’s kinda an ‘all hands on deck’ situation, heehee.” With Molly forcing you to hold onto her, your hands wind up squeezing her involuntarily, and the sensation of your fingers sinking deep into her skin reminds you how unbelievably big and soft her breasts are. Relishing your touch, Molly shudders and giggles like a cheeky little strumpet before feeling something poke at her booty. “Ahoy there. Looks like someone’s at full mast again,” Molly jokes, referring to your erection pressing against her.
“Well blow me down. Someone’s been coming out of her shell lately.” Making her presence known, Bonnie approaches the couch from behind and plops her chest directly onto your head. She can’t help but notice how friendly the two you have gotten so quickly.
While Molly continues to force you to fondle her, you suddenly feel two more pairs of semi-naked breasts press against either side of your face. Cassidy and Jessie, having finished their fight and disheveled their costumes, are standing next to Red behind the couch, both of them leaning in real close to note how frisky Molly is getting with you while squishing you between them again.
“I see someone’s at full mast again. And the new girl seems to enjoy being perched on his crow’s nest,” Cassidy teases.
“Not a bad show, lass. Using your charms to take charge and plunder hearts. Now you’re looking like a pirate. Ain't that right, Red?”
“Aye, and we didn’t even need to coax her into it this time.”
Bonnie can’t help but notice that, ever since you showed up, Molly has been surprisingly brazen lately, a far cry from her timid self. Something about your presence is really bringing out the promiscuous scalawag in her, and Red likes it. “That settles it. We’re keeping the new guy around, at least for a while. He might prove to be a useful cabin boy.”
“Aye-Aye, captain!”
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May 31, 2023
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