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Rose and I had gone up there for our pre-dinner cocktails. Our friends Louise and Cliff were off having a romantic evening together in one of the ship's two speciality restaurants. I think they were celebrating the anniversary of the day they had met, at one of Rose's famous dinner parties. It seemed like a long time ago...
We settled into the low leather club-style armchairs that - strangely - didn't look out at the sea, but were instead turned to face the piano. This position gave us a good view of people coming into the bar and we soon fell into our usual habit of inventing names for our fellow-passengers as they stumbled across the raised threshold.
"Gummy and Yogi", declared Rose, as a particularly elderly couple lurched into view. The man was large, well-padded, with a shambling gait that reminded me immediately of a bear. His wife had a dazzling smile.
"OK", I said, as the couple moved past us, "I get Yogi - but why Gummy?"
"Imagine what she looks like when she takes out those dentures" Rose replied.
It's true that we were - by far - younger than the average age on board. Our fellow-passengers seemed like throw-backs to another era, leftovers from the beautiful people, remodelled, reupholstered and all completely bald - and that was just the women! Truly, I'd never seen so many wigs - or facelifts - outside of a movie-set.
Rose nudged me again: "Lone Ranger and Tonto", she whispered, as a tall wiry man and his small but even wirier wife swept past us, both of them sporting deep nautical tans. The wife had dyed black hair cut in a page-boy, and her husband was wearing one of those thin black leather bootlace ties.
I waited for them to pass out of earshot. "Rose", I remonstrated, "you are terrible!"
I looked beyond the piano, hoping to see someone closer to our age come into the bar. There WERE younger people on board, most of them in the entertainment section of the crew. We didn't often go to any of the nightly floorshows, but on the rare occasions that we had, I had envied the dancers and musicians who got to cruise for free.
The one guy who always caught my eye at those shows was the drummer. Each time I saw him on stage, he was wearing a skimpy teeshirt, like a vest, that showed off his bulging biceps as he pounded out the rhythm for the band. I had imagined being enfolded in those strong arms, and had wondered more than once if the rest of his body was similarly muscled. And if the pace and stamina that he brought to his drumming found echoes in other activities that demanded the same relentless intensity....
I came out of my reverie to find one of the bar staff waiting expectantly at my elbow. Rose arched an eyebrow.
"I'll have a Sea Breeze, please", I murmured.
Just then there was a commotion at the door, as a platinum blonde with a particularly strident voice swept into the bar, followed by her usual retinue.
"Uh-oh", I said, "Here comes Dézzi". Her full nickname - accorded her by Rose, naturally - was 'Dézzi Belle', because her voice sounded so razor-sharp that it could, in Rose's words "open a tin can at 300 paces".
By contrast, Rose had a lovely voice, soft and deep - like caramel ice cream. It was one of the things that had drawn me to her when we had first met. That and her deep cleavage, of course.... It wasn't until some time later that I discovered that Rose also had a delightfully thick cock nestled deep in those silk harem pants she always wore.
The leather armchairs in the bar were arranged in groups of four around the tables.
"Oh no, sorry", we would chorus, each time someone stopped to enquire if the other two chairs were available, "We're waiting for someone!" Which, in a sense, we were...
I had never really talked to Rose about being trans, just as we had never discussed my bisexuality. We indulged our sexual appetites, but never spoke about them. I don't really know why, but I decided that this would be a good moment. So as the pianist tinkled out "The Way We Were" and "Feelings" and similar sentimental ballads, I leaned across the table and asked Rose when she had first realised that she was trans.
"I was enormously lucky", she replied. "My parents were both extremely open, tolerant people. They treated us kids as adults from a very early age - no topics were off-limits. We were all encouraged to choose our own clothes, for example, even from a very young age. I remember choosing a kilt for myself for my fifth birthday. I loved that kilt - found it much more comfortable than my shorts or long pants.
When I started school, I seemed to gravitate to the girls, who would form rings in the school yard at playtime, rather than rush around shooting pretend guns like the other boys. I would get teased, of course, but the more butch of my girl friends would soon see off the little tykes who were threatening me.
Looking back, I am amazed that I was so adjusted, actually. It was when my boobs started to grow, when I was thirteen, fourteen - that was when things got more difficult."
"How did you cope with that? " I asked.
"Well, at first I was terrified. I thought I was a freak. I asked Tom, my best friend back then, if he was feeling any pressure behind HIS nipples, any swelling... He just looked at me like I was nuts. Eventually I talked about it with my Mom. She was great. I think she had probably had her suspicions for some time... Anyway, we went to see a therapist, who put me into a local support group. That was a real turning-point for me, hearing other trans people telling their stories. Sounds corny, but it was such a relief to find that there were a whole bunch of other people who were going through or had gone through what was happening to my body..."
Just then, we both looked toward the entrance to the bar, to see two people of our own age coming toward us. I hadn't seen the man before, but thought I recognised the girl as one of the floorshow dancers. She had long straight blonde hair and slim legs that seemed to go on for ever.
As they drew level with our table, Rose smiled winningly and extended her arm towards the empty chairs.
"Care to join us?" she asked.
The couple exchanged a glance. I thought he seemed a bit disappointed but she looked almost relieved.
"We'd love to" she said.
Right away, I knew she was English. She had those flat, fluting vowels that make the English sound snooty even when they are not.
We introduced ourselves. Her name was Emma - which, being quintessentially English, suited her to a tee. He was Spanish, and his name was Pablo. Which she explained was the Spanish for Paul.
They ordered their drinks and we started making polite conversation, about the cruise, about the islands we had yet to see, and about how they had met (he had joined the ship to replace the lead guitarist in the floor-show band, whose contract was up).
While we all chatted, I was able to study Pablo. He was stocky, swarthy, with big hands. His dark black hair was almost shoulder-length, and glossy, with a slight curl. His eyes were dark too, but shone when he smiled. And he smiled a lot.
Emma was much more reserved. Her pale complexion and straight ash-blonde hair gave her a Nordic look. She was slim, with small rounded breasts, and really long straight legs.
If I wanted Pablo to take me roughly from behind, I wanted to see Emma spread out in front of me like a starfish, her pink cunt gaping like a luscious tropical fruit at the apex of those long legs. And I wanted to see her lose her cool. I wanted to hear her begging me to bring her off with my tongue as Pablo worked his - I imagined - super-thick cock up into me doggy-style.
I brought myself back to the real world to hear Rose suggest that we order a bottle of champagne.
Emma readily agreed; again, I thought Pablo seemed a little more reticent.
The champagne arrived, the conversation flowed.
"So how long have you guys known each other?" Rose beamed.
Emma and Pablo exchanged an awkward look.
"Just one day, actually", replied Pablo in his excellent, if heavily accented, English.
"Yes" Emma gushed, "We met for the first time at yesterday's band rehearsal."
"So tonight was your first date! " I said.
Pablo started to say "Yes" but Emma hurriedly cut him off. "No, not a date. Not really...." She wrung her hands nervously and looked apologetically at Pablo.
I had never seen anyone wring their hands before. It's an expression you see in a story, in a novel, but I'd had to imagine what it actually looked like. And there was this blushing English rose giving me a live demonstration. It made me want her even more.
The first bottle of champagne quickly disappeared, and was quietly replaced by another, accompanied by a generous plate of canapés.
It was Rose, of course, who proposed that we skip dinner, and continue drinking and chatting in our suite. We had nearly finished the second bottle by then, and the bar was almost empty, everyone else having filed down to the dining room.
I don't remember how she had done it, but Rose had
managed to steer the conversation around to sex. She volunteered that HER favorite position was doggy-style, and asked me to describe mine. Emboldened by drink, I said that my favorite of many positions that I loved, would probably be sucking one guy off while being pounded from behind by another.
Pablo looked up and fixed me with a somewhat leery grin; Emma looked down in her lap. I was afraid that she was going to start wringing her hands again.
"And you, Emma?" murmured Rose quietly, "What is your favorite thing to do, sexually?"
Emma looked at her bare knees, which were now very slightly parted. She smoothed her hands over her thighs, looked up and stared at Rose, full in the face, and said - almost in a whisper, and in her oh so refined British accent:
"I just love to fuck."
And we all realised exactly how the evening would end. A silent complicity settled over the table. Wordlessly, Rose picked up the almost empty champagne bottle, rose from her chair and led the four of us to our suite.
She settled us all into the deep sofas around our low coffee table, poured the rest of the champagne into fresh glasses, took another bottle out of the fridge, and suggested a little game that we might all enjoy.
It was a variation on the "Exhibitionist & Voyeur" game that we generally played with Cliff and Louise in the evenings. This required the empty champagne bottle to be spun on its side until it unequivocally pointed at someone round the table. The person to whom it pointed would then have to get up on the table, strip and give everyone else a 'show'. This was easy for natural exhibitionists like Rose, but even I - who would identify more as a voyeur - found it a real turn-on to watch the others getting aroused as I stripped naked, pinched my nipples, parted my legs, and played with my clit in front of them.
But the game that Rose proposed this evening was less demanding and gave everyone lots of time to anticipate its inevitable climax.
"We spin the bottle", she said "and whoever it points to has to take off a single piece of clothing, and tell the rest of us what part that piece of clothing played in a real - or imagined - sexual episode. Sound fun?"
To general agreement, Rose spun the bottle. It went round and round several times before coming to rest pointing squarely at me. Rose grinned.
"Go, Rory!" she urged. ( 'Rory' was her contraction of 'Aurora'. I never heard Rose call anyone by their real name, and looked forward to what she would do with 'Emma' and 'Pablo').
I looked down at my feet, then leaned down to take off one of my golden stiletto sandals.
I took my time sensuously unbuckling the strap around my ankle and easing the sandal off my foot as I told my little story.
"I love wearing these sandals", I said. "Because they remind me of Karl, one of my boyfriends when I was at college. We were fooling around one evening and he had stripped me entirely naked apart from these sandals. He took them both off my feet, slipped a rubber over one of the heels, and used it like a dildo on my clit and pussy to bring me off. It was one of the sexiest things we ever did together."
I felt Pablo stir to my right.
Rose spun the bottle again. It eventually came to rest pointing at Emma.
"Go, Ems" said Rose.
Emma hesitated, then eased her white teeshirt over her head. As she tossed her head 'till her ruffled hair went back to resembling a smooth blonde waterfall, she shyly recounted how a boyfriend had spread this very teeshirt under her butt to prevent sand getting in her pussy when they were fooling around on a beach.
"And did you fuck? On the beach?" asked Pablo.
Emma smiled at him. "You'll have to wait for the next instalment" she said.
This time Pablo reached out for the bottle, and gave it a deft tug, sending it spinning crazily round in circles. It came to rest between Emma and Rose, but pointing closer to Rose.
She was wearing a dark green silk blouse, which she immediately began to unbutton.
"This" she said "was the blouse I was wearing when I first met my voyeur friend Rory here. We were in the produce section of the Santa Monica Gelsons. I could feel her eyes boring through this blouse, as we were chatting, as if she was imagining what my bare boobs looked like."
And as she spoke, her generous tits did indeed tumble into view. Rose never wore a bra. They were magnificent, creamy, voluptuous, tipped with dark nipples surrounded by wide pink areolas. Again, I felt Pablo shift against the cushions next to me, felt his breath become just a shade more ragged.
Emma reached for the bottle, no doubt hoping that it would spin to pick Pablo. If so, she was disappointed: it came to rest pointing directly back toward herself.
She sat unblinking, staring at the bottle. She was dressed in a white bra and sheer white miniskirt. On her feet she wore white sneakers. She slowly reached down, and described how, later in her beach encounter, her then boyfriend had turned her over so that she was lying naked on her stomach on her teeshirt on the sand.
"And then" she said, her voice meek and husky, "he started to smack my buttocks with one of these sneakers." And she slipped her sneakers off as she spoke.
"How did that feel? " I asked. "I mean - did you like being spanked?"
"I discovered " she replied, "that - much to my surprise - I LOVED being spanked. I asked him to spank me harder. I told him not to stop. He rained blows down on me, I was defenceless, spreadeagled on the sand. My buttocks were tingling, then they were burning... But my pussy was getting wetter and wetter. The more he went on, the harder he did it, the wetter I got."
"And how did it end?" asked Rose.
"Eventually, it became too much. I asked him to stop. I turned over onto my back, spread my legs for him and we fucked like animals. I have never come more quickly. Or more powerfully, come to that."
Emma suddenly broke off and looked into her lap, her face turning crimson.
"I have never told anyone that before..." she faltered.
"Your secret is safe with us" said Pablo, kindly. His eyes were soft.
He reached for the bottle, perhaps hoping that it would select him this time. But it didn't - it once more swung toward Rose.
I didn't have to wait long to see how my exhibitionist friend wou!d react.
Rose stood up, and smoothed her satin harem pants over her narrow hips. Her erect cock was clearly visible through the clinging material.
"Time to let you all in on my secret" she murmured and let the pants fall to the floor, revealing a light green silken pouch that was straining to contain her swollen cock. "I am trans!"
Both our guests gasped, Emma I felt with more interest than Pablo, who seemed somewhat confused.
Rose spun the bottle, and this time - finally! - it ended up pointing at Pablo.
He smiled, and immediately pulled his tight black teeshirt over his head to reveal a hirsute swarthy torso. He had well-pronounced pecs, and tight abs, all thickly covered with black body hair.
He sat grinning at us. "This is my lucky teeshirt" he said. "Every single evening I have put it on, it has ended up being taken off by a different woman. And we have always ended up in bed together. "
I privately thought his story too unspecific to be either interesting or true, but I admired his torso.
I looked around the table. Of all of us Rose was the only one even partially nude, and the only one visibly aroused. But the tension in the air was palpable.
I was the next to be selected by the spinning bottle, and I decided to be the first to remove my panties. I was wearing a long light blue gown-like dress, so shimmying out of my panties by simply standing up, unrolling them over my butt and letting gravity do the rest would have been very easy, and very discreet. But I was seized by a sudden sense of devilment.
Inspired by Rose's exhibitionism, I stood up, lifted the hem of my long dress up to my shoulders, and then sat down again, my thumbs in the elastic around my skinny silk panties. Making sure that Pablo had a clear view of my crotch, I slowly pulled my panties down to my knees, then down to my ankles. I kicked one leg free, then spread my knees wide to reveal my bush. I trailed the fingers of my right hand through the tight springy hair above my clitoris, and briefly spread my labia, to give my audience a brief glimpse of my slick vagina.
"These panties", I revealed, "were once used by one of my boyfriends to get himself hard. I surprised him in our bedroom one day. He was rubbing the silky material over the head of his cock. When I came in, he was already fully erect. And VERY surprised to see me. He was naturally a bit embarrassed but I made him go on. As Rose knows, I LOVE to watch. So I made him stroke, and jack himself off in front of me. Into these panties." And I tossed the panties onto the table.
Pablo immediately picked them up, and buried his nose in them. He inhaled deeply. "Your scent is delicious" he breathed, holding me with his eyes.
The next two spins of the bottle duly picked Pablo, who removed both of his sandals in turn, remarking that he wished he could say that he had used them to spank a girlfriend, but that - alas! - it wouldn't be true. I felt that this admission rehabilitated him after his lame teeshirt anecdote, and I was really curious to know what was hiding in his black jeans.
It was Emma's turn next and she deftly removed her miniskirt, remarking that this was the first time she had worn it so it had no tale to tell. But she hoped that this evening would change that!
I once more looked round the room. I saw that Rose had quietly shucked her slipons off her feet, and so was only one item of clothing away from being completely naked. I was two, as I had no bra but was still wearing one sandal as well as my dress. Emma was in bra and panties, and Pablo in jeans. Was he wearing underpants, or was he going commando?
I didn't have to wait long to find out. Rose - responding to the impatience in the room - suggested that we end the game and each undress the person sitting to our right. She began by unhooking Emma's bra, and asked her to stand so that she could take off her panties.
Emma's bush was surprisingly dark - and full. It didn't look like she had ever trimmed it. Her breasts were small, but perfect little pyramids, each capped by a deep pink nipple.
Naked, she turned to me, to take off my dress. I stood, to make it easy. She pulled it off over my head, but surprised me by grazing my breasts with the backs of her hands as she did so. Had I imagined that? Was it just the motion of the ship? Or had she really deliberately touched my tits? I looked her full in the face but her expression told me nothing.
I turned, naked, my C cup boobs jiggling slightly, to release Pablo from his black jeans.
He stood to face me. I sat, so that my face was at the same level as his crotch, and slowly, deliberately, unbuckled his belt. I could see from the bulge beneath that he was already aroused. From the other side of the table, Rose was watching breathlessly, her own cock bobbing slightly. From my left, Emma was craning over my shoulder.
Pablo was enjoying being the center of attention, so I decided to make it last.... I took the end of his fly zip between my teeth and tried to pull the zip down. I had to use my hand to get it started, but then it slipped down - over his rigid hard-on - really quite easily. I reached up and parted his jeans either side of his cock.
And I was delighted to find that he was NOT wearing any undershorts.
Maybe he was not QUITE as thick as I had fantasized, but he was close. Veins stood out the length of his pale cock, which had a thick purple rim surrounding the crown. I didn't hesitate. Even before his jeans hit the floor, I had taken his thick crown as deep into my mouth as I could, and was swirling my tongue around its tip, tasting his salty precum.
Behind me, I heard Emma gasp as Rose touched her.
I pulled Pablo closer, my hands clasped around his hairy butt-cheeks, as I worked his thick cock with my mouth. He threw back his shoulders and moved his hands to the back of my head 'till he was holding it rigid and reaming his cock in and out of me, literally fucking my face. I felt saliva dribble down my chin and more than once had to still my gag reflex as he rammed that thick cock down my throat.
I had turned round to my right to suck Pablo off and now I felt movement behind me. Emma was reaching her hands around my torso and was holding onto my breasts. I looked round to see that Rose's rampant erection had evidently found a home in Emma's upturned cunt. Emma was using my body to steady herself against Rose's passionate thrusts.
I didn't think it was an accident that she had grasped my tits, and was further encouraged when she began tweaking my nipples. Evidently our prim English rose was bi-curious if not totally bisexual.
I decided that lovely though it was to have Pablo's cock in my mouth, I would far rather have it in my aching pussy. Plus, voyeur as I was, I wanted to watch what Rose and Emma were up to.
So I gently pushed Pablo's hips and extricated his rod from my throat, struggled to my feet and moved to the other side of the table - which gave me a clear view of Rose's glistening cock moving like a piston in and out of Emma's cunt. I hunkered down on the sofa and raised my butt in the air, signalling to Pablo that he should take me from behind.
He needed no second bidding, and I immediately felt his hard cock, slick with my saliva, burying itself in my hungry pussy. He grunted with pleasure. I loved the brusqueness of his entry. I was horny as hell after the bottle game, and giving him head, so I was delighted to get some almost rough treatment. He must have intuited how I felt because he raised his right hand and suddenly smacked me HARD across the buttocks. I cried out with surprise. Then,
"Again!" I croaked. And this time he thwacked me across the butt with his left hand, as he used his right to steady my kneeling body against his thrusting cock.
I looked across the low coffee table to watch Emma and Rose. I loved to see Rose's generous tits jiggle as she thrust her long hard cock in snd out of Emma's upturned cunt. Emma's body was pale, but her face was pink and gently perspiring. She had begun to moan, and was fingering herself as Rose reamed her from behind. I watched as Rose leaned forward and intertwined her fingers around Emma's on her pulsating clit. Emma came, her orgasm squeezing hoarse gasps of pleasure from her throat.
Behind me Pablo continued raining smacks down on me - at unexpected and unpredictable intervals. And then I felt his thumb exploring my tightly puckered anus. In contrast with the violence of his cock thrusts and the blows he had been raining down on my butt-cheeks, his exploration of my ass-hole was gentle, almost tender. I wanted him to push his thumb deep into my ass, I wanted to feel his cock meeting his thumb inside me. I was reminded of that night that Rose had eased her cock up into my ass while Cliff was fucking my cunt. I was SO ready for that again....
So I was delighted when Pablo did push his thumb deep into my ass, just as he was swinging his distended thick cock up out of my cunt, so that on the next downswing I could feel doubly penetrated. He seemed to be swinging that cock exactly in time with Rose, on the other side of the low table.
As he thrust his cock relentlessly in and out of my slippery cunt, he waggled his thumb in my ass-hole, so I could feel the two connect. I looked over to Rose and Emma. Rose seemed close to reaching her climax, she was groaning with pleasure with each thrust, while Emma was playing furiously with her clit again, and also seemed ready to explode.
I moved my own hand down between my legs, to rub my swollen hard clit. It was already wet and slippery with the juices that Pablo was making gush from my cunt, and was super-sensitive.
I knew that I wouldn't - couldn't - hold out much longer, so I was delighted when Rose let out a whoop of joyous release as she pulled her cock out of Emma's upturned pussy and spurted hot cum all over her back and butt-cheeks. Emma too convulsed as her own orgasm swept through her like a tsunami.
I felt Pablo slow his tempo, to better enjoy the sensation of silk around the velvet head of his cock, to prolong the massage afforded the crown of his rigid pole by the spasms of my clenching cunt, as my own orgasm brought him off. His shouts of pleasure rivalled Rose's, and I felt the spurts of his hot jism hit the back of my pussy.
We all grinned sheepishly at each other; Rose and Pablo extricated their cocks; Emma and I exchanged a particularly complicit look.
"Don't move" I said, "I'll clean you up". Emma hunkered down on her belly into the sofa cushions. Rose moved over to sit next to Pablo and I sat next to Emma and started to lick Rose's cum off her back and buttocks. I moved sensuously and methodically over her body, flattening my tongue, and slowly scooping up all the thick salty cream that Rose had spurted over her.
When I was finished, I settled down next to her and she rolled over onto her back looking up at me.
"Thanks" she smiled shyly. I smiled back. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her long straight legs were slightly parted. I thought she looked simply lovely.
I could feel Pablo's cum dribbling out of my pussy onto the sofa cushions, and looked down between my legs. Emma noticed, and immediately offered to clean me as I had cleaned her.
I moved into a 69 position, with one knee on each side of her body, and hunkered down so that my groin was just above her face. She stretched her tongue up into my dribbling cunt and slurped out the semen that Pablo had shot into me.
Of course, once she had thoroughly removed all the cum, the tip of her tongue found my still slick and swollen clitoris, and she began deftly to eat me out.
I shivered with pleasure and looked over to see that both Rose and Pablo were following what was happening with ever more tumescent cocks.
I moved my head down between Emma's long legs, to explore her luxuriant bush with my tongue. I didn't have as good an angle as Emma in this position, but used one of my fingers to part her dark pubic hair until I found the hardened pearl of her clit, and closed my hungry mouth over it.
I flicked my tongue over that pearl, just as she was flicking her tongue over mine. When she used her tongue to push my clit from side to side, I did the same, until I could feel her start to pant.
Her damp cunt smelled of freshly mown grass, and tasted of dark honey and sea-salt. I was in heaven.
Between my legs her tongue moved faster and faster bringing me to such a state that I was afraid that I would buckle and collapse onto her. Her tongue kept me on the verge of total release for what seemed like a sweet eternity.
I looked over to see that on the other side of the coffee-table, Pablo and Rose were sitting side by side nursing huge erections and masturbating, transfixed by the spectacle of us girls making out.
I came, and then came again, with such violence that Emma reached up and held my hips. Tremor after tremor coursed through my trembling body. Emma didn't stop. Holding me rigid and still, she sucked my hard clitoris between her teeth, and flicked her tongue relentlessly over its sensitive tip until I was screaming with pleasure. And begging Emma to stop: I just couldn't take any more.
Finally she slowed, then stopped, and let me fall forward onto her. We lay inert for a while, then we both struggled upright.
"Put your head in my lap" I invited.
We looked over at Pablo and Rose, who were still pumping their hard cocks. Wordlessly, I snaked a hand down Emma's smooth torso until it was nestling between her legs, while she scooted back onto my lap until she could take one of my boobs into her mouth.
As she swirled her tongue around my throbbing nipple, I rubbed her damp clit between two fingers, feeling it harden under my touch. She pulled my nipple deeper into her mouth as I eased two fingers up into her vagina. She parted her legs.
Across the coffee-table, as if in a mirror-image, I watched Pablo hunker down across Rose's knees, and take one of her dark nipples into his mouth. Rose moved her hand down the matted dark hair of Pablo's torso, until it met the springy curls of finer hair at the base of his cock. She moved her hand lightly, barely gripping it at all, up and down the length of Pablo's pale penis, caressing the shaft like it was a sacred sceptre.
Pablo redoubled his sucking of Rose's nipple, just as Emma opened her mouth wide as if to try and swallow my entire breast. I waggled my fingers inside her gushing cunt as Rose closed her hand over the glistening crown of Pablo's cock and smoothed precum into its velvet tip.
Emma moaned. I moved my thumb over her swollen clit and rubbed, all the while pushing at her pussy walls with my fingers. Her mouth tugging at my nipple was sending waves of pleasure down into my sated groin.
I looked over at Rose, and at Pablo's mouth which was tugging at her nipple exactly like Emma's at mine. I watched Rose tighten her grip around the head of Pablo's cock and swirl her hand around its tip in time with my thumb on Emma's swollen clitoris. Our eyes locked in total synchronicity. I felt so very close to Rose at that moment, and held her gaze as we pumped and massaged our new friends toward their respective orgasms.
At that moment, the door from the adjoining suite swung open, and Cliff and Louise burst into our state-room They stopped short when they saw what was going on.
Rose didn't miss a beat. She went on jerking Pablo's cock at exactly the same tempo as before.
"Come in and join the fun", she purred.
I had three fingers pumping in and out of Emma's cunt now, and my thumb was pushing her clit back and forth at a steadily increasing speed. Her mouth was still wrapped around my breast, pulling an invisible thread between my nipple and my pussy.
My breath began to get ragged; Emma's breath, like Pablo's, was coming in short, hoarse gasps as they each neared the point of no return.
All eyes in the room were focussed on the tip of Pablo's rock-hard cock, waiting for the inevitable explosion of cum.
Cliff smiled softly; Louise trailed a hand over her breast and started unbuttoning her blouse. She never wore a bra and het tits soon tumbled into view - not quite as large as Rose's but still generous. She tossed her hazel curls out of her eyes and undid her skirt, her eyes still glued to the tip of Pablo's thrusting cock. Pablo was so close now, he was bouncing up and down on Rose's knees as she squeezed his swollen cock head even harder.
Emma came first, with a strangled cry that began far back in her throat. She almost spat my nipple out as her orgasm ripped through her like a tidal wave.
With Rose's luscious breast in his mouth, sucking that nipple as if his life depended upon it, Pablo saw and heard Emma come, and nodded, as if he now had permission to do the same.
Great gobs of cum jetted up from his cock, all over Roses's hand, arm and tits. I thought he would never stop. So many spurts, so much thick cream...
Louise moved forward and knelt in front of Rose, who still had Pablo in her lap, and started sucking and licking the cum off them both. She delighted in taking the glistening end of Pablo's thick cock into her mouth, and sucking the last of his cream out of him.
Cliff watched coolly, unbuttoning his shirt, as his girlfriend sucked the last strands of cum out of another man's cock.
Pablo sat up and moved next to Rose, whose rock-hard cock reared up expectantly. Rose looked up at Louise, grasped her hips and pulled her within reach to take off her lace panties. She motioned toward her rampant cock with her eyes. Louise understood immediately and smiled softly.
She turned around so her back was facing Rose, spread her legs and motioned to Cliff, who was now wearing nothing but a smile and a pair of bulging silk boxers. He stood before her and took her in his arms. They kissed passionately, their tongues deep in each other's mouths. As they kissed, Cliff moved his hand down to the shaved mound between Louise's legs, and gently slipped a finger up into her.
They kissed some more, while Rose gently massaged Louise's butt-cheeks from behind. Cliff took his finger out of Louise's cunt and rubbed it against her clit, then put two fingers up her, and spread her pussy wide.
They stopped kissing, and Cliff helped his girlfriend to straddle Rose, so that Rose's thick hard pole nosed up into Louise's moistened cunt. She was soon riding that cock in a reverse cowgirl position, her full tits jiggling as she moved up and down Rose's glistening boner.
Cliff moved to the other side of the coffee-table, as Louise reached toward Pablo, and took his cock into her mouth. It was still only partly aroused, as he had only just shot his load, but he had the energy and stamina of a bull, and I watched as his cock quickly stiffened under Louise's tender ministrations.
I could see that Emma was intrigued by the huge bulge in Cliff's silk boxers, and that Cliff had probably left them on deliberately to pique that interest. I had already enjoyed Cliff's massive black cock on more than one occasion, and was still pretty faint from all my powerful orgasms, so was happy to indulge my voyeuristic tendencies and watch, as Emma reached inside Cliff's boxers and extricated his massive glossy hard-on.
Her eyes widened when she saw quite how long and thick it was, rearing up toward her mouth like a seriously over-ripe black banana. Tentatively, she stretched out her tongue toward it and licked the crown. She squeezed the head gently and I saw precum ooze out, which she smoothed over the tip with her hand before opening her mouth as wide as she could and sucking it in.
Cliff moved his head back and sucked in his breath.
I looked across the table at Louise, still bouncing up and down on Rose's long glistening cock, with Pablo's thick rod slipping in and out of her mouth. I felt my cunt clench.
I was at one end of the sofa, with Emma sitting next to me, giving me a glorious close-up view of Cliff fucking her face. I could see that it was almost too much for the poor girl, and was not surprised when Cliff extricated his cock and motioned her to kneel so that he could fuck her doggy-style. I saw my chance, and while Emma positioned herself on her knees, to take Cliff from behind, I lay back sideways, my legs akimbo, showing Emma my wide-open pussy as Cliff eased his massive boner up into Emma's wet cunt from behind.
Louise 's breath was getting ragged on the other side of the coffee-table, as was Rose's. I could feel that Rose could not hold out much longer.
Emma moved her hips up and down the length of Cliff's shiny cock, slick with her juices, and lowered her face to my pussy. I felt her inhale the musty odor of my twice-pleasured cunt, and then she began to lick my swollen, almost sore, clitoris.
Cliff was pounding her upturned love-tunnel like a piston, in perfect time with his girlfriend's bouncing up and down Rose's swollen sceptre.
Emma's tongue simply licked my clit, soothing it.
When Rose came, she let out a bellow I was afraid the captain would hear on the bridge. It was the trigger for Emma to let out her own smaller croak as her climax rippled through her exhausted body, bringing Cliff over the edge with its tremors.
Pablo went on fucking Louise's face for a further minute before finally erupting and splashing her tits with his pale liquid cum.
We all fell back onto the sofa pillows, our juices and our sweat mingling. We embraced, we stroked each other, overwhelmed by that familiar sense of complicity.
And so the sextet was born - six individuals who would spend the rest of the cruise seeking out every occasion we could to fuck and frolic together.
