One Piece Fan Fiction ❯ A New Kind of Adventure ❯ Chapters 1-3 ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I do NOT own One Piece, I'm just a rabid fan. Oda is a mad genius and deserves every ounce of credit for his characters.

 

Note from the writer: If you are under 18 DO NOT READ THIS. If you are the parent of someone under 18, please note that your child was duly warned, so if you're gonna yell at someone, yell at him/her and give them a good hard lesson so they don't end up as a perverted college student like me. This story contains intense sexual language and situations, so if you don't like it, don't read it. There is just enough of a story to keep it interesting, but it's mostly just an excuse for me to write pervy things about the OP characters. As a side note, I am a girl loving dude, so there will be no boy on boy in this story. There is some girlxgirl and girlxgirlxboy, again, don't like it, don't read it. That being said, I think I've created a decent story with some fun facets that make even the sexual moments interesting. This is my first fanfiction ever, so you'll have to let me know what you think. Here are the first 3 chapters.

 

 

Missing Adventure

Nami stepped out of the bathroom, cloud of steam billowing around the redheaded navigator as she stepped into the bedroom that she shared with Robin. Picking up a small breath dial she made her way to the full length mirror. She began to run the heated air through her hair and could help but think how much more convenient life was since they had gotten back from sky island. It had been Usopp's idea to run a series of pipes through a set of heat dials in order to have heated showers, probably the best contribution the sniper had ever made in her mind. The heated breath dial had been her own idea, the humid salty water had been doing quite a number on her hair, and leaving it half wet every time she bathed hadn't helped anything.

Her hair dry, Nami ran her hand through her hair a few times, giving herself a once over in the mirror. She was just average height, but that was the only thing average about her. She had long, elegant legs, hard muscle swathed in silky softness. Her legs blended into round, swaying hips by way of soft but sculpted thighs. The towel hid the majority of her torso, leaving only the top slopes of her slowly heaving breasts exposed. The perfect way that the bulged slightly out of her towel, a testament to their incredible roundness, would have been enough to make most men give up almost anything to see the rest of them. She stood proudly with her petite shoulders thrust back, accenting her figure all the more. Her beautiful face, perfectly framed by brilliant orange hair, was nothing short of angelic, that is if an angel could ever bright eyes that missed nothing, and a small mischievous grin.

Exhaling slowly, she let the towel drop to the floor, revealing the rest of her sensual body for self criticism. In her case there was really nothing to criticize. Her breasts were large and round, the supple swell of her mounds defying gravity in their attempt to protrude themselves proudly from her chest. Each was tipped with a small, light pink nipple, hardening in the cooler air of her bedroom. Her stomach was flat, the hint of hard earned muscle just barely showing through her smooth skin. As her hip lined plunged to the junction between her legs, it met a small triangle of downy soft hair, an arrow, pointing to the very top of her womanly slit.

She couldn't help but think that all of this beauty was somehow going to waste. Her crewmates were all so busy looking to the next horizon, the next bad guys, or the next meal that they barely noticed the goddess in their midst. Sure Sanji ogled and played the slave, but even in that he was distant, never getting any closer than light flirtation. She had always thought that the thrill of the next adventure would be enough for her, but lately she couldn't help but feel unfulfilled. “What was adventure and romance with out passion?” She thought to herself, “Especially for a growing woman.” A familiar longing was growing in her stomach, causing her nether regions to burn with desire.

Shaking her head to dismiss her thoughts she wandered over to the single dresser in the room. She pulled open the one drawer that she shared with her room mate. Digging through the heap of brightly colored panties for a pair that matched her mood, Nami couldn't help but glance over the other half of the drawer. Robin's underwear collection was as different from hers as the two girls were from each other. While Nami favored low cut but fully covering panties with bright colors, along with the occasional boy shorts, Robin's collection boasted little in the way of actual fabric. Thongs of lace and sheer fabric were about all she wore, in varied shades of purple, white, and black. Whether they were cut low to allow the swell of her hips to show, or intended to accentuate the plunge to her womanhood, each pair was intended to show a woman's sensuality to its fullest. Nami had no idea how the older woman wore these things around all day with out even a hint of a blush. Nami couldn't help imagining herself in something similar, with a matching bra, hinting at everything and hiding almost nothing.

The warmth from womanhood had started spreading through the rest of her body and she felt a familiar trickle of fluids beginning to run down her inner thigh. Sighing, she randomly grabbed a pair of panties and made her way to her bed. The familiar need for release had been building up again over the last few days and she knew it would only be a matter of time before she gave in. Now that her mind was made up, the young woman was almost hasty in her eagerness to get started.

Throwing her panties to the side for the moment, Nami laid down on her bed and propped herself up on a couple of pillows and making herself comfortable. Stretching her legs and arching her back, she slowly lifted one hand up to her neck, caressing her collarbone with light strokes. Letting her hand drift lower she arched into the caress as her hand traveled up one steeply slopped breast, circling around before doing the same to the other. Her second hand now joined the first as she kneaded her soft flesh with a circular motion, letting her nipples rouse themselves to perfect peaks before giving them any attention. Feeling her arousal intensify she finally took on nipple in between her thumb and forefinger, pulling gently and kneading the hardened flesh. The other hand grasped the underside of her breast firmly, bringing the nipple in line with her waiting mouth. Caressing it softly with her tongue she moaned and her self stimulus. Sucking softly she imagined the touch of a man, imagined his callused hands roaming softly, but insistently across her body. She released her nipple from her mouth, replacing it with two of her fingers. Her legs now squirmed over each other in an attempt to dampen the fire that had ignited between them. Losing patience she trailed her moistened fingers in a trail between her breasts, down past her navel, through the soft hair that heralded her arrival and her quickly dampening vagina. She let her finger travel the length of her slit a few times, spreading lips experimentally, enjoying the slick, sensual feel of having her womanhood stroked. She rubbed a brisk, circular motion around her still hooded clit, eliciting another moan as she stimulated the little bud of nerves.

All thoughts of modesty completely forgot, she brought her feet up next to her ass, spreading her pussy even more and allowing her full access to her own pleasure center. Spreading her vaginal lips apart she slowly pushed one finger into her core. A few slow strokes later she quickly slid another in to join the first. Her moan was completely audible this time as she was no longer able to contain her lust and desire for release. Thrusting her fingers deep enough to come in contact with her wall of maidenhood Nami searched out her most sensitive spot, curling her fingers upward and applying just the right pressure. She gasped and arched her back, her hips bucking wildly in time with her thrusting fingers.

“God, here it comes.” She thought to herself. “almost…there…”

 

A New Adventure

 

At five foot ten and one hundred and ninety pounds, Dirk was a barrel of a man. With somewhat short legs and a large torso he was a built solidly, thick legs and thick arms bound with natural muscle from years of athletic training. At eighteen years old and a senior in high school he definitely wasn't the biggest kid in the world, he was just solid. To look at him you would think that at most one would have to be careful of his brute strength, but he rarely had to depend on that. He only fell back to brute force if someone actually managed to catch him, which was next to never. Despite his build, Dirk was one of the fastest sprinters his high school had ever seen.

Dirk did a few final stretches, assuring himself that his muscles were lose and ready to spring into action. “This is it.” He thought to himself. “After this race I'll officially be the fastest man in the state.” He had nabbed the gold medal in the state 200 and 400 races the day before, now all that was left before being crowned the top sprinter was the short 100 meters that lay before him right now. Relaxing his mind and body he approached the blocks and crouched familiarly into them. Settling in he rubbed a small symbol that he had drawn on his shoe for luck. It was a small, grinning Jolly Roger wearing a straw hat. Most people thought he was odd for putting such a nonsensical thing there, but it reminded him to always push to his limits and beyond them, anything to chase and catch the dream. Smiling to himself he waited for the gunner to begin his count.

“Runners, on your marks!” Dirk steadied his breathing.

“Get set!” Rising into a well practiced starting position, Dirk took a deep breath and held it.

“BANG!” Dirk burst forward, exhaling his breath and thrusting forward in the same motion, leaning into his start he slowly raised his gaze to the finish line, his torso following until he was fully upright, straight backed and relaxed, every muscle in his body propelling him forward, nothing but forward. There was no such thing as top speed in a 100 meter race, only acceleration. Dirk concentrated on forcing his body to accelerate; there was no time for anything else, no energy to spare to look to the right or to the left.

The finish line sped into view and Dirk could see no one in his peripheral, but the sound of pounding feet spurred him on. Sticking out his chest and ducking into the finish line he felt the thrill of victory course its way through his veins, he was first, he knew it, he was the fastest man in the state. Thrusting his fists into the air in victory Dirk began to slow his pace. Suddenly he felt his back foot kicked from underneath him and he stumbled awkwardly to the side, he'd slowed down a bit, but not nearly enough to be able to catch himself. A cement pad just off the track sped up to meet him as he dived to the earth.

“Well,” he thought to himself, “at least I won.”

 

With a start Dirk looked around in confusion.

“What the hell?” He seemed to have appeared in a bedroom, and a girls bedroom at that, based on the purple and blue designs on the wall and the assortment of flowers arranged on a nearby table. His mind was racing wildly, “I won…but then what? Where am i?” He looked down at himself and was strangely unsurprised to that he was back in his warm up gear, gym shorts, a sleeveless t-shirt and simple cross trainers. A sense of weight on his shoulder told him that his backpack had come along for the ride as well.

Remembering the last moments before blacking out he thought to himself, “Damn! I bet that's gonna hurt, if I ever wake up. I must have be knocked out, or in a coma, that would totally suck.”

He was yanked out of his personal thoughts as he heard a loud moan from across the room. Jerking his feet at the sudden sound he glance over at the bed and stared in stunned fascination.

A woman, and an incredibly gorgeous woman at that, was laying in the bed, completely naked and gloriously displayed before him. Her legs we bent and splayed wide to reveal a totally drenched pussy, her own fingers were currently thrusting deep into her core, causing her to moan once again in pleasure. He could see that her other hand was pulling on one of her nipples, mulling it between a thumb and finger. Even as he watched her beautifully pink pussy, glistening with her own juices, began to twitch and she mumbled something as she redoubled her efforts. Dirk was completely entranced, he stared dumbly at the beautiful woman, his dick hardening in appreciation. With one last tug on her nipple and a deep thrust with her fingers she leaped over the edge and embraced her orgasm whole heartedly. Her back arched as waves of pleasure hit her, giving Dirk an even better view of her incredible body, breasts damp with her own sweat, and her now gushing pussy were completely open to his view.

Finally coming down from her high she lowered herself back onto the bed, laying back in a relaxed and obviously satisfied position. A small pool of her cum had formed just under her ass and she panted slowly, catching her breath. She slowly pulled her fingers from her drenched snatch and trailed them up her body, between her large breasts before taking them into her mouth, sucking them dry of her own juices. The glazed look retreated from her eyes and she sighed and looked up, fingers still in her mouth. Their eyes met for one incredibly awkward moment.

“What the HELL?!” Dirk thought to himself and couldn't stop himself from saying out loud, “Nami?!?” Then she screamed.

 

Dirk stood completely stunned as Nami screamed again and yanked the bedspread around herself concealing herself from further probing eyes. “How can it be Nami?” He though to himself, “That's impossible, completely impossible!” A third scream startled him from his trance and he dashed to the door. He knew what happened when Nami was mad and he knew it was NOT good. Just as he reached for the door know the door burst open in front of him and he ran into something strangely springy and yet completely unyielding. Running straight through him as if he wasn't there, a young man in a red vest and blue shorts came running into the room. Dirk was sent flying head over heels to lay in a heap on the floor where he had originally appeared.

“What is it?” Yelled the crews captain exaggeratedly, “Is something wrong?”

Nami was still staring in Dirk's direction in horror. When he didn't get an answer, Luffy got a confused look on his face, waived a hand in front of her eyes before looking over to see what it was she was staring at. Seeing Dirk for the first time he stared blankly, “Huh? Who are you?” he asked.

Before Dirk had a chance to answer he felt an overwhelming feeling of dread pass over him just before he saw a blur of green and the faintest flash of metal. Turning to check that his eyes weren't playing tricks on him he found himself unable to move his neck, seeing as a katana was sitting at his throat, although that wasn't half as threatening as the look in the eyes of the crew's first mate. “What have we here?” he said threateningly. “We're a bit far out to see for stowaways, don't you think?”

Sanji came rushing through the door at that moment, although he was halted in his track by the sight of Nami wearing nothing but a hastily raised blanket. His eyes burst into little hearts and his nose gushed blood as he swooned to the floor.

“Sorry, sorry!” Dirk finally managed to gasp out, “I was just at a race and suddenly found myself here!”

Zoro's eyes narrowed, “Sounds like a pretty lame excuse.” He punctuated his point by pushing the katana up against Dirk's skin, another millimeter and he'd be drawing blood.

“Honest! I was running a race, I fell at the end and I think I fell and whacked my head. On minute everything is black, and the next I'm here.”

“Ah! I get it.” Said Luffy, smacking a fist into his hand as if throwing “rock”. “A mystery person!” Nami seemed to come out of her trance then and punched her captain in the back of the head.

“But he's in my ROOM!” she yelled.

“But Nami,” he whined, “did he hurt you? Or even try to hurt you?”

“Well…no, I guess he didn't. But…but…. My ROOM!”

Feeling that his point had been made Luffy motioned for Zoro to step aside. With a look of disappointment the swordsman sheathed his katana and found a spot along the wall, where he slumped down and quickly fell asleep. Although Dirk got the feeling that he wasn't any less dangerous just because his eyes were closed.

“So a mystery person, huh?” said Luffy, crouching in front of Dirk. “I'm Monkey D. Luffy, good to meet you.” He extended a hand and helped Dirk to his feet.

By this time the rest of the crew had gathered at the door. Brooke hand joined Sanji on the floor, where he had found Nami's discarded pair of panties and he now sat there stretching them perversely over and over again in front of his face. Franky stood to one side of the door, bobbing his head to some unheard tune and running a come through his hair. Usopp was just outside the door, folding his arms with a serious look on his face, “I thought I was gonna have to get serious for a moment there.” He said darkly, but the trembling of his legs gave him away. Just behind him, Chopper stood with half his face hidden behind the wall, staring nervously into the room. “Nami, are you sure you're ok, he said with concern, “you look a little flushed. Do you have a fever?”

Blushing even further, Nami managed to stammer a reply, “N, n, no, I feel fine.”

“The name's Dirk,” Dirk finally announced returning Luffy's greeting.

Nodding his head as if something had just been resolved, Luffy looked down as his stomach grumbled. “Sanji, MEAT!” he yelled, grabbing the cook by the waist and dragging him out and up the stairs.

Rising from the ground, Zoro stifled a yawn before heading for the door, looking back just long enough to say, “I'd fly the coop while you have the chance, before Nami remembers that she's mad, you wouldn't like that.” And with that he disappeared into the hallway.

Chopper was busy trying to take Nami's temperature and she seemed occupied keeping him away, so Dirk followed the rest of the crew out the door and up the stairs. At the top of the stairs he stepped out onto a soft green expanse of grass. He couldn't help but gaze around in awe. He was on the Sunny! It was everything he would have expected. The grass well soft and well maintained, everything from the mast to the railings was smoothed to a polish and practically shone with craftsmanship. Seeing that the crew had separated to their separate activities, Dirk decided to go on a self lead tour of the ship.

Walking up the stairs towards the rear of the ship Dirk couldn't help but gaze around in awe at the Sunny. It was just as grand as he had imagined, and it seemed far bigger in real life. As walked about, the smell of oranges drifted on the wind and he smiled, remembering that same smell from just a few minutes earlier. That was one experience he planned on never forgetting. He felt a stirring in his crotch just thinking about it.

Making his way around to the other set of stares he was startled by a voice from the back corner, “So, Dirk is it?” He had been so busy looking at the ocean and sky to notice a woman sitting in the shade. Turning his attention to the speaker his breath stuck in his lungs. Nico Robin was sitting on a lawn chiar, legs stretched out in front of her and a book sitting casually in her lap, one finger marking her spot. Dirk couldn't help giving her a once over. Her legs, long and supple, were partially concealed beneath a pair of light cotton knee length shorts. Judging by her calves, Dirk could tell that her milky white skin was soft and insanely smooth. Her rounded hips shrunk to a tiny waist, her stomach, left exposed by the mid-rift tank she was wearing, left him speechless. Her tank was cut low, exposing a wide expanse of her pale bosom. The fabric strained to contain her soft orbs, and it was painfully obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. Dirk noted the slight peaks of her nipples, mere centimeters from being exposed to the air and her breasts rose and fell with her breathing, each breath threatening to expose even more of her enormous chest. Continuing north Dirk lingered on her collar bone and the crook between her shapely shoulders and her long, elegant neck. The image of placing soft kisses along that neck sent a shiver through his spine. Smooth, soft lips were curved into the barest hint of a smile, her sharp features displaying her amusement as she studied him back. Meeting her eyes and noting the amusement there he jerked himself back to reality.

“Oh, um, yeah, Dirk, it's a pleasure to meet you.” He finally managed to stammer.

“Nico Robin.” She said, extending one elegant hand. Taking her hand gently in his own Dirk swooned at the feel of her skin, silk would be envious.

With a start he realized that Robin was still grinning at him with amusement. His brain was finally starting to work in a normal manner and he became painfully aware of the throbbing between his legs. “Oh god,” he thought, “I'm wearing gym shorts.” Releasing her hand he quickly turned around in an attempt to hide his already stiff erection. “It was very nice to meet you.” He called over his shoulder.

As he walked away he heard an amused giggle before Robin called out, “I hope you enjoyed our navigators little show.” Dirk felt himself stiffen. “I know I did.” And with that he heard the rustle of pages as she continued her reading.

Dirk beat a hasty retreat, descending the stairs and finding a quiet corner he plopped down on the deck. Robin hadn't even come to the bedroom when Nami screamed, how could she have known what he'd seen? Maybe she had just been guessing, or alluding to something else altogether. But that knowing smile and the amused grin on her face spoke volumes. She knew. He didn't know how, but she knew. The throbbing in his loins hadn't lessened in the least and Dirk sighed and looked down.

“What the HELL!” he thought, and not for the first time that day. Pulling his shorts and briefs out to make sure he wasn't just seeing things, Dirk stared in awe. He had always been fairly confident as a man, a little research had convinced him that he was average, or maybe a touch above average size. But what he was seeing now was nothing near average, he was huge. Nine inches of thick throbbing cock greeted his gaze. “What am I supposed to do with this?” he asked himself in exasperation, “It will take twice the energy to get myself off now.” No time for that now though, he had to get it to go away before anyone else came around. It was a shame he hadn't packed a pair of jeans with in his backpack. “I guess I'll just wait it out and try to keep my mind on other things.” As if to mock him the images of Nami and Robin flashed before his eyes and he groaned. “No, no, no, gotta focus on something else.”

His mouth had gone dry and he quickly remembered that he had packed an apple to eat after his race. Still gazing off to sea in an attempt to keep his mind busy, he absently pulled his backpack off his shoulder. He fumbled around in his bag before finding the round fruit. He could see a small pod of dolphins frolicking in and out of the water just off in the distance as he bit into his apple. He gagged as the taste of something between rotting meat and lead based paint. Spitting the contents of his mouth over the railing he chocked on a bit that had forced its way to the back of his throat. Managing to swallow it he looked down at the apple, expecting to find that it was horribly rotten or possibly dipped in something nasty. What he saw made his blood run cold. What had been nothing but a simple Granny Smith in his world was now a bright blue, with black swirls that almost seemed to move covering the entire surface. He blanched, remembering the piece that he had actually managed to swallow. Leaning over the edge he stuck a finger down his throat and spewed the contents of his stomach into the ocean below. He didn't know if it would help, but it was worth a shot.

Sitting down to catch his breath, he wiped his mouth with a spare shirt from his bag before tossing it and the remaining fruit over the edge as well. He didn't know if anything in this world was real, but he didn't want to get back home and have to explain not only where he'd gone, but also how he'd turned into a freak who couldn't swim. He knew it only took one bite, but he hoped he'd purged himself before anything could take effect. Deciding that he's better try it out just in case, he set his mind the attempt. First he pinched his arm, nope, still just normal skin. Next he tried to think feral thoughts, willing himself to change form… nothing. Then, with some trepidation he willed himself to dissolve completely…still nothing. Hmmm, what else… maybe a beam, he pointed his hand out toward the ocean and tried to push something, anything out of his hand…still nothing. He sighed with relieve, that was one hurdle he would need to jump anymore.

Clearing his head once more he chuckled at the thought that at least that had gotten his mind off the two female crew members. Looking down he was glad to see that everything was back to normal, or was it. For the first time since jumping into the One Piece world he took a good look at himself. He'd always been well built, he was in top condition for someone his age, but what he saw now defied any reality he'd ever lived in. His upper body was tightly corded with muscle, from his well defined six pack to incredibly large and tones forearms. His legs, which had always been his strongest asset, were thick and hard, toned in every way.

“Damn, I look good,” he thought to himself. Just like the change to his lunch, he must have changed physically to fit into the world he now found himself in. “Maybe the ration of myself compared to normal people was just increased to fit the ratio in this world.” He reasoned to himself. “Yeah, that would make sense I guess.”

He was interrupted from his musings by an audible growl from his stomach. Rising to his feet he decided it was time pay the kitchen a visit. The closer he got to the kitchen the more he was convinced that a small war must be taking place behind the door. Warily he peaked through the round window near the top of the door. He hadn't been far from wrong, at one end of the table there was definitely some kind of pitched battle going on. It appeared as if an oversized plate of food had just been set in the middle of the table and the male crew members were beating each other to get their portion. On a second glance Dirk decided it was more like a 5 on 1 match to prevent Luffy from eating the whole thing in one bite. Zoro had the young captain in a headlock to prevent him from opening his mouth and eating the whole thing in one bite. Brooke was busy beating Luffy's grasping hands with his cane in an attempt to save as much of the food as possible. For some reason that Dirk didn't want to think about Franky was struggling to keep Luffy's feet pinned to the floor. Chopper and Usopp rushed to fill enough plates for everyone before Luffy somehow managed to get free.

At the far end of the table Robin and Nami sat across from each other and talked in friendly conversation. They're end had been set nicely with napkins and elegant looking glasses, the food proportioned and arranged meticulously. Dirk decided it was probably safe to enter. As he walked into the room the boys didn't even bother to look up but Robin gave him a small smile and gestured that he should join her on the far end of the table. Nami just turned her head and poignantly ignored him. Making his way past the commotion he couldn't help but laugh as he sat down next to the dark haired woman. He'd only been seated for a few moments when Sanji entered from the kitchen and place a large plate in front of him with along with a glass and set of silverware.

“I kept it warm, so eat up.” He said as he exited the room, the smell of smokes drifting behind him. Dirk, a little surprised looked down and noted that his plate, while not so meticulous as the women's, was arrayed expertly and with an eye for artistic flare.

Robin, noticing his confused glance at his plate and the sidelong looks he was giving the brawl at the end of the table settled the matter. “You're a guest.” She explained, “Guests always get fine treatment, regardless of gender.” He thought she glanced at his crotch as she said this, but it was probably his imagination.

The battle at the far end had changed to a free for all as everyone now had a plate in front of them, it was now their own responsibility to hold on to it long enough to get it down. “Don't you worry that he'll come after your's next?” he asked, already guarding his plate defensively. “I mean, not that I can blame them, this is good stuff.”

“Oh, you don't need to worry about that. See that line.” Explained Robin, pointing at a black line that had been scrolled across the table, effectively cutting it in half, “They know that if they cross that line, not only will Miss Navigator here be extremely angry, but Sanji has promised to cook nothing but vegetables for week. They are very careful to stay on their side.”

“That would definitely do the trick.” He said as he decided he could finish his meal at a more leisurely pace. Turning back he thought he saw Nami straighten as if she had been observing him but didn't want him to notice. Not particularly concerned he studied her instead. She had deigned to wear a simple t-shirt that showed off her figure amazingly well with out actually revealing anything. He couldn't help but thing that she'd probably have to wear several layers of winter clothes to hide those curves. An image of her blushed face and perfect naked body flashed through his mind, but he quickly stamped it out. Now was definitely not the time for such thoughts. He contented himself with simply listening to the two girls' conversation, interjecting from time to time with one of his own comments.

Finally Nami stood and most of the conversation in the room died down as this seemed to signal the end of the meal. “I'm going to be in my office working. I don't want ANY interruptions.” With that she stomped to the door, just before exiting she add, “Hey, new guy, you're on watch tonight.” And then she was gone.

Luffy sat down hard on the table where he had been dancing a moment before and laughed, pointing at Dirk. “Ah man, you got in trouble.” Dirk just stared back in confusion. Luffy was too amused to notice his confusion and he seemed to have gotten sidetracked by something else as he shot off the table and out the door.

Usopp came to his rescue with a shrug, “Normally we all take a shift through out the night. She only gives someone the whole shift when she's upset. Whatever you did when you first showed up must have annoyed her something fierce.”

“It's not like it was my fault or anything.” He complained to himself, “I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Although thinking back to the afternoon he had a hard time seeing it as the “wrong” time. A couple extra chores was a cheap price to pay for what he'd seen. “Well, no point in arguing I guess,” he said out loud, “I'll be in the crows next if anyone needs me.”

 

Devil's Adventure

 

Dirk made his way to the main mast he glanced up at the elaborate crows next, he'd been wanting to take a look up there anyway, now he just had a good excuse. He climbed the ladder, pushing the trap door up and pulled himself into the room. At first glance it appeared as if random weights and equipment were just scattered haphazardly around the room, but to anyone who had spent much time in a weight room the layout seemed perfectly natural. Dirk walked around the room, getting a feel for what was where and what the purpose of each set of weights would be. Finally he found what appeared to be a standard curling bar, although the weights on the end were anything but standard. Not sure if he was doing something stupid, Dirk bent over the bar. He made sure his grip was good before taking a quick breath and heaving as hard as he could. He was more than a little startled when the weights rose quite easily in his grip. With a slight sense of awe he began to heft them up and down. It wasn't that the weight seemed light, he could feel the extreme weight of it quite easily, it just seemed easily within his capability.

He continued he exercise until his arms were close to exhausted. “One hundred and fifty,” he thought to himself, “and Zoro does how many? A few thousand, probably.” Dirk shook his head in wonder at the insane strength of the crew's swordsman. It just seemed so much more amazing now that he had experienced part of the workout himself. Finding a small pile of towels he wiped his forehead and wrapped it around his neck. It was beginning to get dark outside and he figured it was time to start keeping an eye on the horizon.

He managed to keep himself somewhat entertained for the first hour or two by watching the antics of the crew between each scan of the surrounding ocean. But all too soon the crew retired to their beds as the night sky darkened. He stifled a yawn and decided he better come up with something to keep himself awake. But before he could stand up he noticed a movement down by the crews sleeping quarters. Looking down he saw only a small window that probably led down into the women's bedroom. Seeing a shadow sweep across the window he decided it was probably just he shadow that he had noticed. Thinking of about the two female crew members he could help but wonder what they were up to now. He squinted at the window to make double check that he really hadn't seen anything. Without warning the bedroom shot into view, for half a moment he could see everything, the beds, the dresser, Robin sitting on her bed, brushing her hair wearing nothing but a lacey black thong. Startled he blinked and everything was back to normal.

“My imagination is getting way to detailed for my own good,” he thought to himself. But wait, he'd never even considered that Robin would be by herself… why would he imagine it that way? With a slight sense of potential dread he turned his gaze back to small window and willed himself to look into the room. The effects were instantaneous; the wall seemed to vanish completely, exposing the room behind it to his view. What he saw took his breath away and made his mind go completely blank.

Robin lay on her side, a book propped in one hand, the other resting lightly along her exposed hip. He forgot how tall she was, her legs seemed to go on forever as he greedily took the site of her in. The swell of her hips was tantalizing, and the lacey black though she wore did nothing to hide the pale flesh of her finely toned thighs. Her upper body was a dream in and of itself. Her hips narrowed to a perfect waist, accented even further by a flat stomach and the abrupt swell of her sizeable breasts. Laying on her side as she was, her breasts were pressed together, causing them to bulge even further as they fought each other for room in there constrained space. Each glove was nicely topped by a light brown nipple, slightly larger than her crewmate's, but not by much. She wore a small smile, obviously enjoying whatever book she was reading. A movement caught Dirk's eye as an arm blossomed out of nowhere to gently turn the page as Robin continued to read.

Shaking his head from his stupor, Dirk was just working up the decency to turn and look away when Robin moved. She had begun to slowly run her hand up and down her side, still looking at the book, but he had a feeling she wasn't reading anymore. After a couple of trips up and down her side she brought her hand up to slowly work circles around her breasts. Smile still in place she tossed her head and let her book fall to the bed before leaning back onto the bed. Legs close together she arched her back ever so slightly as she rand both of her hands down her sides, following the swell of her breasts, her waist and her hips. Bringing them around to the front she brought them back up, just grazing her thong, pausing briefly to explore her stomach before lightly cupping one breast in each hand. Pausing for a moment she glanced at the door and Dirk briefly noted that an eye had appeared on the other side of the door, swiveling back and forth as if on the lookout for intruders. Continuing where she left off she arched further into her own touch as her hands explored the outer slopes of her mounds, kneading the soft flesh.

The thought of all that silky soft skin exposed before him made Dirk loins stir with need, his dick reaching full erection almost instantly. Wishing he could get a closer look her returned his gaze to the buxom beauty, only to find that she seemed to be laying right in front of him, almost as if he could reach his hand out and touch her. He didn't have much time to contemplate the situation because just then Robin had finally begun to rub her nipples with the tips of her soft fingers. She took turns pinching and tugging on her right and left nipples, her legs squirming together as her arousal increased.

A set of arms sprouted on either side of her hips as she continued to tease herself. They began a slow steady massage of her legs, easing the slightly apart as they did so. Dirk could see the evidence of her arousal easily, and the combination of her wet core and the opaque fabric of her panties left very little to the imagination. He could see not only her thin patch of hair, shaved into a thin line, leading to her sex but also her womanly slit as she squirmed from her own ministrations. Having finished their tip down her legs and back up, the two free standing arms hooked a two fingers around either side of her thong an slowly lowered them down her legs. She bent her legs, keeping them close together. Finally pulling the damp cloth from her body, they were dumped unceremoniously on the floor. The hands drifted up her legs once again before grasping her inner thighs, prying softly, encouraging her to part her legs. With a sigh of relief she did so, exposing her soaking sex to Dirk's extreme pleasure.

Leaving one hand to continue its work on her breasts she lowered the other one to trail a path down to her pouting lips, running a single up and down her slit, a fresh batch of her juices spilling out to glaze her parted thighs. She continued to rub at her slit with up and down motions, periodically pausing at her still hidden clit to stimulate it with a few quick strokes. She paused in her action only long enough to look at her fingers assuring that they were now thoroughly coated with her own lubrication. Without hesitation she plunger two fingers into her burning core, thrusting her hips up to meet her invading digits. As she began to punish her pussy with wild thrusting motions Dirk couldn't take it any more. He jerked his pants and briefs off and gripped his already throbbing member in one hand, taking a moment to adjust to his new girth.

Robin was writhing on her bed, two fingers stuck deep into her slit, she was no longer thrusting them in and out but it was obvious from her wriggling hand that she had found a spot that she like and was stimulating it mercilessly. She used the thumb of the same hand to strum a stead rhythm on her now fully exposed sexual nerve center. Her feet planted firmly on bed she thrust up in time to her dancing fingers and Dirk could see that she was biting her bottom lip in an attempt to keep the moans at bay. Dirk himself was getting up to a pretty good rhythm and he could feel his own orgasm approaching when Robin suddenly stopped. Dismayed, Dirk changed his focus and checked the hallway. By the time he returned his gaze to Robin she had flipped herself over onto her stomach. Raising her ass into the air while her breasts were pressed into her blanket Robin reached between her legs and used two fingers to spread her vaginal lips.

Dirk moaned in agony as he imagined how warm it must be inside that sweet cavern. The thought seemed to trigger something inside of him and his vision went completely black with blotches of greens, blues, yellows and oranges. He could clearly see the panting woman in an outline of yellow and orange as she wiggled her ass in the air, begging for something, anything to come inside and release her burning desires. Her burning core was a splash of bright orange, trails of heat running down her inner thighs. “Heat vision?” Dirk thought, mentally correcting the strange change of perception, “HD color is best after all.” he thought to himself.

Robin continued to sway her ass back and forth, holding her pussy open and Dirk began to wonder what she was waiting for. As if on cue a single arm sprouted from the bed between her legs, running its fingers along her sex until they too were dripping. Robin thrust her hips back and down in an attempt to relieve the need burning in between her legs. The hand simply continued to fondle her, pausing for a moment to stick to fingers and her entrance before thrusting suddenly and deeply inside of her. Robin buried her head in her pillow to stifle a scream of pleasure. The single hand began to push into her with steady, deep strokes. He own hand that had previously held pussy open was now rubbing her clit with enthusiasm.

Dirk could tell that she was approaching the end. Finding one hand to be insufficient he began to rub his now pulsing cock with both hands, matching Robin's rhythm stroke for stroke. She saw her back arch, raising her front half of the bed as her fingers played out the last of the fantasy that was in her head, a torrent of fresh fluids gushed it's way past her fingers, running down her thighs. She held that pose, quivering as her orgasm continued, pussy twitching around her fingers.

Dirk had seen enough, grabbing the towel from his neck he covered his quivering tip as an enormous orgasm ripped through his body. His testicles constricted and he saw a dark patch spread over the towel as jet after jet of his seed rocketed him into mind numbing bliss. Panting heavily he leaned against the window sill, noting that Robin had rolled over to her side, sprouting a few extra hands to pull a blanket over her. Smiling to herself she spouted on last hand, underneath the blanket, to wrap around her as she drifted into well earned sleep.

Dirk was still panting from his exhortations, but decided it would be best to clean up quickly. He finished wiping himself off before disposing of the towel. He began to pace back and forth through the small weight room, replaying what he had seen in his mind, but more importantly thinking about HOW he had seen it. The most likely explanation, he finally decided with a sigh, was that he had not been as successful purging himself of the devil fruit as he would have liked. He remembered that it really did only take one bite. He had to test his abilities, to know exactly what it was that he could do. Oh well, he wasn't supposed to sleep tonight anyway.

 

Silent Adventure

 

Dirk's eyes felt like sand paper by the time the sun appeared on the horizon. He was just waiting for the first signs of life before he slunk off to a cabin somewhere to get some sleep. It had been an extremely long night but in a way he was glad he'd had the alone time. He's managed to get better control of his new ability, although he still didn't know exactly what it was. He'd figured out that he could see long distances, zooming in and out at will, as well as see through any number of layers, from one layer of clothes to seeing through the ship completely. He could also extend his range of vision to a complete one eighty, although it made him dizzy to do so, he'd have to work on that one. Heat vision was one of 3 or 4 setting that he could set his mind to, although he had no real clue what the others did. Darkness didn't seem to affect his vision either.

Training his new ability was all well and good, but right now he just wanted a quick breakfast and an eight hour nap. Hearing a few scuffles from the kitchen area Dirk flipped a switch in his brain, looking straight into the kitchen. Sanji was hard at work in the kitchen, hands a blur as he chopped, sliced and mixed, all seemingly in unison. With a groan Dirk pulled himself to his feet and began the long climb down the mast.

Dirk pushed into the kitchen, determined to get breakfast down as fast as possible, even if he had to eat it raw. The thought was quickly forgotten as he sniffed the air, whatever Sanji was cooking, it smelled delightful. “I guess I may as well enjoy it,” thought Dirk, his mouth watering. No sooner did he sit down then Sanji walked through the door and place a perfect omlet in front of him.

“Nice and fluffy, extra cheese, sausage, olives, tomatoes, and hold the peppers,” he said as he turned to leave. Dirk stared blankly, first at his steaming food, then at Sanji's retreating back.

“How the hell did you know I didn't like peppers?” he asked dumbly.

“Knowing one's customers is also part of being a cook.” He said simply as he slipped back into the kitchen.

The blank stare only lasted a moment or two longer before Dirk tucked in. He'd never had an omelet that melted in his mouth, but this one did just that. “What did he put in this thing?” he thought as he shoveled food into his mouth. He felt a switch go off in his head and stared at his plate. Almost like some bizarre computer program he could “see” a running list of ingredients and their content percentage, glancing at his fork he saw the percentage of silver to stainless steal, the table was formed mainly from oak with some pine supports, held together by screws and bolts of various metals. It was too much information to comprehend all at once and Dirk was getting a headache. He was in the middle of desperately trying to turn his vision back to normal when he heard the door open, looking up he saw Franky walk through the door. “Oh crap,” he thought as his devil fruit began to pick apart the cyborg's incredibly complex body. Dirk felt something snap inside his head and the last thought that went through his head as everything went black was, “Damn, that was a good meal.”

 

“…overloaded his brain somehow. It just shut down by itself to protect him from any permanent damage.” He heard a kid's voice saying, Chopper probably.

“You can tell all that just from a simple examination? You're so cool Chopper.” He heard Nami say.

“Shut up bitch! Getting complimented by a human girl won't make me happy you ass hole!” Chopper retorted, and Dirk felt the bed move around on one side of his body. His eyelids didn't seem to want to open but after focusing his mind a bit and the third try he was able to get them open and gated around. Chopper was still doing a little happy dance on the bed to his right. It seemed the entire crew had come down to make sure he was ok.

“Down?” Dirk thought. “Where am I.” Where ever it was it had a very nice soft bed, and at the moment that was what mattered.

“So, when can we expect him to wake up?” He heard Sanji ask from the corner.

“Well, he passed out after eating your cooking, so probably never.” Retorted Zoro from the doorway as he walked out.

“What was that you damn Marimo? You want to say that to my face.” And with that Sanji disappeared out the door as well, followed by the sounds of an intense scuffle.

“That's just the thing,” replied Chopper, seemingly unaware that the original questioner had left the room, “he may be awake even as we speak, he's just lost control of all of his muscles. He may even be able to hear us right now.” He looked Dirk right in the face as he said this.

“Dude, I'm awake right now.” Dirk tried to say, but his mouth didn't seem to want to respond to his mental commands. “Look, my eyes are open!” But the entire crew still looked at him as if her were asleep, or dead.

“So you mean he's paralyzed?” Asked Usopp.

“Maybe he needs meat?” Chimed in Luffy.

“Oh, no, he'll recover within a day or two, his brain has just shut off all communication with the rest of his body. His muscles work fine and even react to stimulus.” To accent his point Chopper whacked him in the knew with the rounded side of a hoof. Dirk's leg kicked up into the air somewhat exaggeratedly. “See, perfectly healthy, he just has no control over them at the moment.”

“But my eyes are working!” Dirk thought furiously, “Look at me!” He realized that several of the crew WERE looking straight at him. He blinked furiously to show them that he was indeed in control of at least part of his body. But no one gave any indication that they noticed anything. With a start Dirk noticed that he couldn't even feel himself blink. Trying again he realized that his eyes were still closed, heck he couldn't even move his eyes back and force. “So that is why it took so much concentration to be able to see, and to move my “eyes” about the room. Once awake he had inadvertently activated his devil fruit ability, and although he couldn't open his eyes or move them about, he could still “see” with his ability by looking through his own eyelids. “Weird.” Was his only other thought at the realization.

“So he's awake right now?” Asked Nami, waving a hand in front of his face.

“More than likely he is asleep.” Chopper explained. “His brain needs to rest, and with out the stimulus of being able to see and interact, his mind will simply close itself off and drift into deep unconsciousness until he's ready to wake up completely. Anything he does hear or experience will most likely be forgotten as a dream once he actually revives.”

“So he won't remember anything?” asked Robin?

“What's wrong with not remembering stuff?” Asked Luffy with a finger up his nose. Without so much as a glance Nami punched him so that he flew out the door.

“Good idea Nami,” Said Chopper, “he needs peace and quite to fully recover. Are you sure it's ok for him to use your bed until he gets better?”

“Robin and I had to share a bed on the Merry, I guess a night or two of her super pointy elbows won't kill me.”

“Be nice,” replied Robin with a cool smile.

“Ok, visiting hours are over! And remember, even with Dirk in here there is still no entering the girls' bedroom with out express permission AND an escort.” Nami reminded the more dull-witted crew members. Pushing the last of them out the door Nami quickly locked the door and leaned her back against the door. “What a morning,” she breathed out.

Sitting down on one side of the bed opposite of Robin she glanced down at the Dirk's still form. “Kinda weird to think he might be awake.” She said out loud as she looked over his features.
“You heard the doctor,” replied Robin, “he's probably in a deep sleep and anything he does hear will be cataloged away under dreams and fantasies.”

Nami, hardly listening or even expecting a reply had let her eyes drift down until she was examining Dirk's crotch area, as if staring at the blanket would allow her to pierce its mysteries.

“Find something interesting Miss Navigator?” Robin asked innocently.

“What!?! OH, um, no, no I was just lost in thought. I wasn't looking or thinking about anything, I mean especially not, I mean… I was just thinking.” She ended lamely.

“He is, interesting, isn't he?” She asked. “And unlike the other crew members he does not seem to suffer from a lack of sexual understanding.”

“What do you mean?” Nami asked, a little shocked at where this conversation was heading.

“From my observations he actually sees you, and me, as women, and not just warriors or crew members.” Robin responded.

“How do you know that?” Nami couldn't help but ask.

“Hmmm, well his pants aren't all that thick and, frankly, it was pretty obvious what you had been up to yesterday when he appeared in this room. It was quite easy to tell that he did not find the experience… unpleasant.” Nami felt blood rush to her cheeks. “And I have observed similar reactions when he is looking in my direction.” Robin continued her explanation.

“You knew about that?” Nami asked, mortified and covering her face with her hands.

“Of course, I was observing you myself at the time. It helps me when I need to alleviate my own sexual frustration.” Robin continued in a book like tone.

Nami couldn't believe what she was hearing, not only did Robin know about her private little adventures, but she WATCHED for material to intensify her own sexual pleasure? She couldn't help but feel a touch flattered, although it was horribly embarrassing. “To be honest,” she finally said aloud. “I already knew he had a healthy sex drive.”

“Oh.”

“It's kind of a long story.” Nami said, getting comfortable on her side of the bed, Dirk's form still stretched between them. Then gathering up her courage she began her tale. “You may have notice that I was a bit late coming to bed last night. The truth is that I had to sit out in the hall for a bit.”

“Ah, I don't know what this has to do with Dirk, but I guess I DID let my guard slip a bit there just before I hit my orgasm.” Robin thought, thinking that Nami had walked in on her while she had my lost in the throws of passion.

“I just can't get the image out of my mind,” Nami continued, staring off into space. “It was just so BIG! I'm getting horny just thinking about it.”

“It?” thought Robin, her interest renewed.

“I went up to the crows nest to let this brat know that he owed me big time for peeping on me. But when I got there he was staring blankly in the at our bedroom window with a dreamy look on his face. The first thing I noticed was that his pants were off, that's when I saw that he was standing there stroking himself. It looked so big and strong, I couldn't help but watch.” She said in a dreamy voice. “And when he finally climaxed….” She felt her thighs growing wet and just let her voice trail off.

“Well, well,” mused Robin, “who would have thought?” She couldn't stop her own eyes from traveling down to stare curiously at his crotch area.

Dirk, for the first time, was thankful that he wasn't able to move, and even more glad that they weren't looking at his face as blood rushed to his cheeks. “There is NO way this is conversation is actually happening.” He thought to himself, glancing from one beautiful woman to the next, both intently staring at his crotch.

“You know, I'm all curious now, and it's not like he's going to remember anything anyway.” Robin said, giving Nami a meaningful glance as she reached for the covers.

“We can't do that!” Nami argued back, but she made no move to stop her.

Slowly, as if to build up tention, Robin began to pull the blanket away from the seemingly sleeping young man. It was only when she had gotten to his stomach that Dirk realize that he wasn't wearing any clothes, “Damn you Chopper!” he thought to himself.

There was an intake of breath as his full glory was finally exposed. There was a long pause as neither girl wanted to be the first to say anything. Finally, with a devious grin on her fase, Robin reached out and began to brush her fingers along the full length of his penis.

“Robin!” exclaimed Nami indignantly, “The man is in a freaking COMA!... and besides, Chopper said his muscles don't work.” She ended lamely.

“Hmmm, I think not, he merely said that he could not consciously use them, they still react normally to stimulus though.” And as if to accent her point he prick began to lengthen and swell with blood. Robin's eyes grew bigger and began to sparkle with lust as she watched his bodies reaction to her ministrations. “Oh, it does feel good, you should really feel it for yourself Nami.” She purred, never once taking her attention away from what she was doing.

Nami's hand twitched, but she still harbored a few doubts. “What if he's never… I mean, he may be a virgin. I know I want to be fully conscious for my first time.” She argues.

“As do I.”

“….what? You mean you've never, well, what I mean to say is, you just seem so mature, I just assumed…” she couldn't finish, but the question in her eyes was obvious.

“It's not really so puzzling,” replied the older woman, “the act of sex is the culmination of a relationship, which purpose if purely pleasure and happiness. Neither of which I thought I deserved until recently. Now that I am now determined to live my life for myself and my own happiness, it's only natural that I would feel a desire to fulfill my sexual needs as well.” Robin took a deep breath after her long explanation before continuing, “I have no intention of actually having sex with the man, at least in his current condition, but I see no reason we shouldn't encourage him to have good dreams. That our curiosity and perhaps our sexual needs are somewhat requited during the process means that it is simple mutually beneficial. Don't you agree.” As if to punctuate her point she gave Dirk's now throbbing member a good hard stroke from tip to base and it twitched in pleasure as if it had a life of its own.

Dirk had no idea he should feel like the luckiest man alive or the worst excuse for a man ever. Sure there was a two beautiful women talking about their sex lives while one of them gave him an excellent hand job, but on the other hand it was absolute torture being unable to move. He wanted to buck his hips in time with her hand, to scream at her to pick up the pace and to stop teasing him. But he could do nothing but watch as Robin ran her hand up and down his hard length, her long and elegant fingers only barely able to wrap themselves around his girth. The feel of her soft hands was pure bliss, like warm silk running up and down his erection.

Nami's eyes were faceted on his bulging manhood, “Well, when you explain it that way, it's only for his own good right?” she said, arranging herself so that she had a better view of what Robin was doing. Seeing that Nami was seeing things her way, Robin let her hands slide off of Dirk's enormous shaft and began to fondle his sizeable testicles gently. Seeing an opening Nami reached her hand out hesitantly, just touching the bulging tip of his penis. Finding it to be a strange combination of soft flesh and rock hard firmness she let her finger travel his entire length, working up her courage and confidence before finally wrapping her hand firmly around his base and continuing to pump her hand up and down in a slow rhythm. Imagining that it was her pussy and not just her hand moving along his length scared her a little bit, but it also made a river erupt out of her vagina. God, she just wanted to strip and slide his entire length inside herself, anything to release the building pressure between her legs.

“I must say, he is every bit as impressive as you claimed.” She said conversationally, never taking her eyes from her work. Noting that Nami had not responded and had also stopped her stroking motions she looked up to see what had changed. Nami stared at the tip of Dirk's erection, where a small bead of precum had leaked from the small hole. “Let's give him one hell of a dream.” She said, with a sly smile, gesturing to Nami, letting her take the lead this time.

Surprised that she felt no disgust at what she was about to do, even being a little excited and turned on by her own forwardness, Nami leaned over Dirk's still form. With deliberate slowness, wanting to get the full experience out of her first time touching a man, Nami lowered her head and lightly brushed the tip of his penis with her tongue. As if to congratulate her on her boldness another thin trickle bubbled forth and began to wind its way slowly down his erection. That was all the encouragement she needed.

Wanting to moan in pleasure as the two young women handled his dick, Dirk groaned inwardly as Nami lowered her head with infinite slowness and brushed his head with the lightest of licks with her tongue. He mentally urged her to hurry up, wishing he could buck his hips to meet her mouth, to finally get some kind of relief from their merciless teasing. As if deciding that the one lick was the only practice she needed Nami lowered her lips kissing his tip before continuing to lower her head, letting her lips caress either side of his prick as she took his length into her mouth. The warmth of her mouth was almost enough to take him over the edge. Her hand still firmly grasping him at his hilt she held her position around him. She slowly began to run her tongue up and down the underside of his penis, tasting him and feeling his hard ridges with her sensitive tongue. Dirk watched the process with amazement, “God she feels good!” He thought. Concentrating on what she was doing, Nami abselntly reached up with the hand that held him at his base and brushed a few stray strands of hair from her face. “What a gorgeous woman,” Dirk thought.

Finished with her explorations, Nami raised her head, keeping her tongue and lips in contact with his skin as she pulled up and off of him, giving his tip a slight suck as she released him completely. He watched as she rolled her tongue around in her mouth, savoring the taste of him on her tongue.

Throughout the entire process Robin had watched Nami's performance with an ever quickening pulse. The site of her brushing hair out of her face with Dirk's penis halfway in her mouth was erotic beyond any image she had ever seen. Running her hands along his thighs and abs Robin felt the fire between her legs begin to spread as it soaked through her panties and cotton knew length shorts. Seeing Nami take a pause to savor her experience she though decided it was time to take things a bit further. “I suppose at this point there is no reason to hold anything back,” she commented, reaching down to the hem of her t-shirt and pulling it over her head before unbuttoning her shorts and wriggling out of them. Noting that the temperature of the room had seemed to increase several degrees in the last couple of minutes, Nami gave no argument, simply admired Robin's bouncing breasts as they came free of the restraining t-shirt before following suit. Tank and skirt soon joined Robin's discarded shirt and shorts on the floor. Nami took her position between Dirk's legs to continue what she had started, Robin, feeling strangely romantic, curled up next to the prone man, running her hands along his chest and arms. Sighing continentally she laid lightly against him and let her hand travel down her own side before trailing her fingers underneath her panties and through the hair leading to her sex and cupped herself firmly, fingers massaging her gushing wetness.

With a fill view of both Dirk and Robin's naked body, Robin's busy fingers easily visible from her position, with her head hovering just over Dirk's erection, Nami felt her sex drive kick into the next gear. Lowering her head and taking him once again into her mouth she began to work.

Dirk was amazed that his eyes had not already bulged out of his head, Nami had obviously gotten past exploration and had jumped straight to trying to get him to blow his load. She bobbed her head in a steady motion, her tongue and lips never leaving contact with his erection. On every trip up his stiff cock she pressed her tongue firmly against him in a sucking motion, making him wish he could gasp in pleasure and thrust himself into her waiting mouth. But being completely paralyzed all he could do was watch her mouth move up and down along his member, driving him crazy with pleasure.

Robin's hand was dancing beneath her panties, her thumb, pinky, and forefinger were sticking out the sides of her lacey thong, the other two were driving her to distraction as she moved them back and forth inside her pussy. Her panties were now sopping with juices, the excess running down her thighs, creating a small pool on the bed between her ass cheeks. Moaning as she watched the top of Dirk's impressive cock disappear over and over again into her crew member's mouth. Moaning and bringing her hand up to her mouth she sucked her fingers clean of her own juices, this only made her want a piece of that cock even more. An idea came to her and she sat up and leaned forward, bringing her face within inches of the red head's own, still bobbing , face. Unable to take his length inside her mouth in it's entirety, Nami was only able to pleasure the top half of the his bulging manhood. Careful to not disturb the other girls rhythm, Robin pressed her breasts against the lower half of Dirks cock, pressing them together to completely engulf him before moving up and down in time with Nami's sucking mouth. The girls saliva, mixing with precum, was more than enough lubrication to allow Robin's breasts to move along the entire length with ease.

Nami was a bit annoyed when Robin's breasts had first cut off her line of vision, but she had been too busy savoring the feeling of Dirk's hard penis going in and out of her mouth, to bust tasting every inch of him. Paying close attention to run her tongue swiftly over his bulging tip before once again moving her lips along his shaft, she found that the sight of his penis moving up through Robin's breasts was strangely erotic. The other woman's breasts were quite a bit bigger than her own and momentarily she wondered how soft they were. No longer thinking, Nami reached up with both hands and began massaging the older girls breasts, paying close attention to the already erect nipples, pinching and pulling on them teasingly. No yet satisfied, Nami removed her mouth from Dirk's cock and pulled one perky bud into her moth, eliciting a moan out of the other woman when she brushed the sensitive nub with her tongue. Encouraged, Nami moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment before an idea came to her. Lowering herself back down to stair the still gleaming cock in the face she brought her own breasts in line with the other woman's. Making sure their nipple were touching she began to move in time with Robin's movements. With one incredible cock moving between their breasts and their nipples teasing each other with every movement they made, the two woman began to moan loudly, taking turns licking and taking the tip of Dirk's member into their mouths. Their energy fading quickly the two woman made one last journey down, licking their way to the his glistening tip before letting their mouths meet, sharing the taste of him between dueling tongues.

Dirk could only stare as they shared a lingering kiss above his shaft, their breasts still pressing his member pleasantly within their warm cleavages. A sticky line of his precum still attached his throbbing head to their lips, swaying genltly as they continued their tongue sweeping battle. Pulling away, eyes still full of lust, Robin licked her lips, capturing the bit of precum that had remained fixed to her bottom lip. As if on some unspoken cue, the two girls moved simultaneously and in seeming harmony, both shed their thoroughly soaked panties and repositioned themselves. Robin, having decided that it was her turn have exclusive cock privileges, straddled Dirk's head, her wet and excited pussy just inches from his face. Nami moved to sit between his legs, her legs splayed out over his own, their sexes just inches apart, and leaned back a bit to give herself better access to her core. As she began to run two of her fingers up and down her sopping slit, she moaned as she watched Robin approach his still proudly erect penis. Robin wasted little time before getting right to work, cupping his balls in one hand, giving them a quick lick and suck while she was at it. She then took the hilt of his shaft firmly in her other hand before taking the rest of him into her mouth in one swift motion. As she went down on him she came face to face with not only his testicles, but also, just inches away, Nami's pouting pussy lips. The mixed aroma of their sexes was intoxicating and Robin couldn't help but admire the younger girls delightful pink color and the way her vagina was even now twitching, begging for something to give it the attention it so desired. Moments later, as Robin was busy curling her tongue around the sensitive head of Dirk's cock before pushing it down around his shaft, Nami gave in to her begging vagina, thrusting two fingers directly into her core.

The view was just incredible, from Robin's sopping pussy, Dirk could look through her legs, between her genly swaying, lust swollen tits, to where she was giving him head at a furious pace, attempting to devour him entirely with every downward motion. Between Robin's furious bobbing motions he could just see Nami's pussy below her small patch of orange hair, one hand spreading her lips to allow he other hand to plunge ever deeper into her soaked channel. Robin's vagina was getting wetter by the moment, streams of her fluids slowly making their way down her shapely thighs. Occasionally a small drop would find it's way down to her protruding clit, and fall the last couple of inches to his waiting lips. The taste of her was indescribably, a field of flowers, laced with lust and a promise of never ending warmth. He cursed his inability to crane his neck for a better taste of her.

Then, as if to spite his growing thirst, Robin's rhythm changed slightly as she used just her hand to continually pump Dirk's erection. Her head lowered another couple of inches, her tongue reaching for, and finding, Nami's small bud of nerves at the top of her soaking slit. Nami gave a cry of pleasure continued to reach deep into her vagina, searching for sweet release. “More…I need more!” She panted desperately. At this Robin stopped her ministrations, grabbed Nami's hand, her fingers making a slight sucking sound as her pussy resisted their extraction, and pulled her into a heated kiss. With a gleam in her eye she pulled Nami closer until her vagina was pressed firmly against his erection. The combination of warmth and wetness had Dirk begging any god that was listening to free him from his accursed bonds, the need to plunge into her depth was more than he though any man should have to suffer.

“But, we can't, not while he's…” she moaned, half hoping that Robin would insist, wanting to feel him filling her insides. Robin just layed a finger against Nami's lips, stifling any further argument before adjusting herself as well. Dirk's mind blanked for a moment as she brought her hips forward, her pussy dragging along his chest and stomach, leaving a feint trail of her essence. Finally she brought her legs forward, intertwining them with the younger girl's, thrusting her hips forward so that her pussy came in contact with his rock hard manhood just opposite of Nami's still sweating vagina. Dirk's mind reeled, he wasn't inside either one of them, but sitting as they were their sweet lips completely incased his aching member. “Move already!” he thought furiously.

As if on cue, Nami having understood Robin's intentions, the girls began to move their hips as one, sliding their moist pussies up and down Dirk's penis. As their pace increased, several arms blossomed from the bedspread to support them as they thrust madly with their hips. Sweat now gleamed on every inch of their bodies, and Dirk's cock shown with wetness as their juice missed to coat his entire length. Bucking wildly the two girls leaned their heads back, their eyes glazing over in passion and pleasure.

“I can feel it!” cried Nami, “God, I'm gonna cum.”

“Feels….so….good,” panted Robin, “I can't….I can't….” And with that their back's arched, nothing supporting them but the now rigid arms sprouting around them. Dirk felt their pussies pulse in sync around him as their orgasms racked through them, the gush of fresh warm fluid and the view of the women simultaneously stimulating themselves on his cock was just too much. With an inward cry of relief he let himself fall over the edge of orgasmic bliss. He managed to keep his concentration long enough to see his seed explode from his tip showering the two girls in a thick white past. Throbbing uncontrollably, his balls clutched to his body as several spurts of his hot cum continued to spurt forth from his cock. Reaching as high as their necks, both girls had splatters of his sperm coating there breasts and stomachs, the trail leading to small pool of their combined juices gathering around his shaft. He could feel their hot liquids flowing down either side of his testicles, creating a warm sensation between his thighs.

“God that was hot,” he thought as he stared at the two women, coated in his cum and still shivering as they rode out the last of their orgasms. Nami was the first one to recover. She looked down at Dirk's rapidly retreating erection, then down at her own cum coated body before looking Robin up and down. Even as Robin was regaining her senses, she was pushed to her back as Nami straddled her and began to suck Dirk's cum from her still erect nipples. Her fire quickly being stoked up once again, Robin moaned in appreciation before taking matters into her own hands.

“No fair Miss Navigator, I have to get a taste as well, before it gets cold.” With this she turned the tables on the other woman, flipping her onto her back before straddling her shoulders. Not too slowly she liked the sticky substance off of Nami's stomach before plunging her mouth between the younger girls legs. Just as she was hoping she found small reservoir of milky white substance still trapped with in the folds of her vagina. Plunging her tongue deep into the redheads entrance Robin devoured the morsel, the sweet taste of oranges mixing with the salty sweet taste of Dirk's orgasmic juices was delightful, but the way the younger girl squirmed and her juiced once again began flowing out of her was even more so.

Shocked at how Robin had turned the tide so easily, Nami just lay there for a moment before the older woman plunged her tongue between her folds. Understanding hitting her, Nami reached up and spread the other woman's pussy wide, a small trickle of Dirk and Robin's blended essence trickled from between her folds, dripping onto Nami's lower lip. Quickly lapping it up Nami quickly attacked the glistening hole so as not to lose anymore of the precious liquid. Then, seeing Robin's renewed arousal, she set out to give the other woman as good as she got, viciously attacking her clit with her tongue.

Dirk's perception gradually came back to him. Concentrating once again he peered down to see what was going on next to him on the bed, the moans and motion of the bed piquing his curiosity. Having already sated themselves on him, the two girls were now locked in a pussy licking match, moaning and writhing as they fought to push the other over the edge. Their torsos moved slickly together, lubricated by their own sweat and the cum that they had missed that still left milky white streaks as it was forced out to trickle down their sides. Dirk was mesmerized as they two girls went after the other's clit with the same enthusiasm that they had given him head.

Their moans increased, their breathing getting heavier, until neither one could hold off any longer. Straining against each other, their hips bucking into the other's face uncontrollably, their bodies went rigid as they both attached themselves to each others pussy to stifle their screams. Losing their battle against consciousness they fell to the side, each curled into a fetal position. The last thing Robin noticed before drifting off was that, although they hadn't touched him again, Dirk had somehow gotten another erection. “Now why does that strike me as odd?” But sleep overcame her before she could put any thought into the matter.

Dirk was completely drained, with no sleep last night and then the girls' exploits this morning he was ready for a nap, and a long one at that. Glancing one more time at the two nude women curled up next to him he deactivated his ability. “Next time I'll be able pleasure them back,” he thought to himself as he drifted off.

 

 

 

 

 

 

That's it for now. Wrote most of this over the course of a few days. I wanted to have a substantial start before I posted anything. You're welcome to leave comments or opinions on whether you would like future chapters. Suggestions are fine but I'll probably do my own thing no matter what. Anyway, this is my first fanfic ever and I had fun writing it, and that's what counts I guess. I'm not entirely sure where I'm going next from this point so I apologize if it takes a while to get the next couple of chapters out, if you even want them I guess. Oh well.