0 comments/ 18641 views/ 1 favorites Cruising By: BigTri It all began when we took a trip………….. The Sun was shining brightly, reflecting off your golden hair and beautiful bare arms, taking my breath away. The sky was clear, and your laughter sent shivers of joy through my body. We got into the cruiser, and with just ourselves for company, sped out into the clear blue waters. We must have driven for a couple of hours, just chatting and gazing at each other, the innuendo getting more and more prolific. We stopped the boat, and went into the spacious interior, to find that food was set out on the table, with wine and chilled champagne. We sat down, very close to each other, our thighs touching, and continued our chat whilst eating. After we had eaten, we cleared up, and went back on deck. The sun was still bright, and the water was clear blue, you could see right to the bottom. You decided that it was time to do a little sunbathing, so you took off your dress, revealing a beautiful silver and blue bikini. You got a towel, and lay down on the deck, your lithe limbs, gleaming as if burnished. I stood and stared, because I did not realise how enchanting you were until that very moment. It was even better than I had imagined. You looked at me and smiled, which sent my heart rate sky high, and made me flush with desire. “Come and rub some sun-tan oil on my back.” you purred, your voice sounding like the sexiest thing I had ever heard. I got the oil, and came slowly over, and began to gently apply it to your back. I had done most of your back when you said “Just undo the Bikini Top, then you can get all of my back.” I undid your bikini top. All the while thinking that I must be in heaven. I finished rubbing oil into your back and stood up, about to go into the shade. You turned you head, looked at me and said “Where do you think your going? You haven’t done my legs yet, you don’t want me to get burnt do you?” I must have gaped, because you giggled, which made my legs turn to jelly. I sat back down, and started to gently rub oil into your shapely legs. I finished your legs and went back into the cabin to get my camera and some drink for the two of us. When I came out, you were lying there, on your back, and your had removed your top completely. The sight took my breath away, and I knew then that there was nothing that was going to stop me possessing you at some point in our trip. I called out, “Drinks up.” and you looked over at me and smiled your impish, sexy smile, and beckoned me over with a hooked finger. I seemed to float over the deck, the movement was so easy. I knelt down beside you, and leant forward. Our lips met, and the world seemed to explode, fireworks went off in my head. It was fantastic. We kissed for an eternity, nothing touching except our lips. The feeling was electric. We finally broke apart, and looked at each other. I smiled and you smiled back, the invitation was clearly visible in your sparkling eyes. I took off my shirt, and you put your hand on my chest, and pushed me down onto the warn deck, and began to cover me in oil. The feeling was amazing, your hands gently massaging me, it was very erotic, I could not stop myself from running my hands up your arms and over your back. I pulled you down onto me, and our lips met again, only this time your breasts were pressing on my chest, and the feeling was so intense, it felt like my body had been blown to pieces. Our kisses got harder and harder, and I rolled over, until I had got you on your back, and we continued kissing. I could feel your nipples beginning to harden, and I knew that you would be able to feel my cock getting hard. I broke off the kiss, and knelt up, straddling your hips. Your face was flushed, and I imagined that my face was in a very similar state. Your nipples had turned several shades darker than when I had first seem them, and both stood to attention like good little soldiers. I ran my hands over your breasts, squeezing gently, and rubbing the nipples with the tips of my fingers, making them stand even higher. I leant forward, and your arms slipped round my neck, pulling me down onto you, my chest hair brushing against your sensitive nipples, causing you to draw in a deep shuddering breath. My mouth found yours, and we kissed, hard. As we kissed, your hands began to move down my back, your nails gently pressing into the yielding flesh. I moaned into your mouth. Your Hands reached my shorts, and tried to find a way in. I sat up, and smiled at you. Your hands moved round to the front of my shorts and undid the button, and then the zip, I stood up and removed them, revealing my gold and black swimming trunks. You smiled as you saw the bulge, and I smiled when I noticed where you were looking. I knelt down, and kissed you, my kisses hot and quick as I began to kiss your neck and then moved down to your breasts, kissing each in turn, and the taking each nipple into my mouth, and sucking gently while flicking my tongue against it. You began to moan. At the same time, I slid my left hand down your body, into your skimpy bikini bottoms, and began to gently rub your groin. You spread your legs wider, and I slid my index finger between your lips, and began to gently but firmly stroke your hardening clit, feeling the heat emanating from your pussy as I did so. I moved my index finger over your clit, circling it, then, rubbing over the top, you began to moan in pleasure. I slid my hand further down, and felt the entrance to your pussy, it was hot and moist, waiting for me, I slid a finger in as far as I could, but your bikini bottoms were getting in the way. I removed my hand, and stopped kissing and sucking your breasts, and stood up. You looked at me, and I removed my trunks, my cock, rampant stood out straight, bobbing gently, I knelt down again, and using my hands slid your bikini bottoms off, noting the beautiful neat bush of hair covering your pussy, it was a sight I had longed to see, and as it came into view, my cock gave a big twitch. I looked at you, and said “This is a dream come true for me, I really did not ever expect some-one as gorgeous as you to want to shag me. Let’s do it your favourite way.” Your eyes lit up, and your face split with a fantastic smile. I knew you thought it was a great idea, and lay down on my back. As I lay down, you rolled over, and began to kiss my chest it sent waves of pleasure through my body. You straddled my hips, I could feel the heat of your pussy on my cock, knew this was going to be a great shag. You slid your right hand down between your legs, and began to rub my cock, moving your body up and down as you did this. You then lifted yourself higher, lifted up my cock, and guiding it to the entrance to your dripping pussy slowly sat down. My cock slid into your waiting pussy, and you carefully began to move up and down, feeling the size, and gauging how much you could take. I lay still, knowing that you were in control at the moment, and that you needed to be ready for more or less at your own pace. I looked at you, and your eyes were fluttering as you began to move up and down faster, more of my cock being taken into your tight pussy with each thrust, until you had taken it all. You arched your back and screamed “I’m so full of cock, I love it.” As you began to buck, up and down, harder and faster. I grabbed hold of your hips, to help guide you, so that you didn’t hurt either of us with your fast and furious approach. I began to thrust as well, sending my cock as deep into your wet pussy as I could. We were both breathing hard, as pleasure began to pool in my groin. You continued pounding up and down, beginning to scream as you felt my hard cock inside begin to spasm as globules of spunk slammed themselves into you. I kept thrusting as much as I could, until the last twitch of my cock, as the last glob of spunk slipped from my cock, your body began to convulse as your orgasm started, “Keep thrusting hard.” you gasped, so I thrust as hard as I could, feeling the trembling of your body through my cock, it was amazing, and my cock remained rigid inside you. Your orgasm subsided, and you lay down on top of me, your breasts pressed hard on my chest, and kissed me. “That was one of the best shags I have ever had.” you murmured. “You’re right.” I said, “It really was one of the best shags, what’s next?” “We can just lie here for a while and see what happens.” you chuckled, moving you hips so that my softening cock twitched again. “That’s true,” I said, “but I thought I would take some photo’s of you. What do you say?” “Ok babe, I don’t have any problem with that.” you replied, smiling your sexiest smile, “What would you like me to wear?” “Your smile will be clothing enough,” I chortled, “let me up and I’ll get the camera. Would you like a drink?” You rolled carefully off me, my limp cock slipping out of your pussy, covered in a combination of your lovely juices and my spunk. I stood up, and stretched, then looked down at you, laid on your back, your legs spread wide. I smiled, and knew that I was a very lucky man, and that there would be much more sex before we returned to shore later on. I walked back to where I had put the camera, and picked it up, along with a glass of red wine for you. I bought it over, knelt down next to you, and kissed your breasts, as I poured a couple of drops of the wine onto each one. I kissed your lips, and stood up. Standing astride you, I looked down, and saw you smile as you looked up at me. I looked at you through the camera, and began to click away, moving the camera over your whole body, recording every centimetre of your lustrous skin on film. You rolled over, and looked over your shoulder at me, as I continued to snap away. I moved further away from you, and you sat up, and curled into a little ball, which was very erotic, because there was nothing visible, but the promise of hidden delights was plain to see. I continued taking photos as you sipped your drink, and then you stood up, turned around, and jumped off the boat into the clear water, I could hear you laughing as you surfaced. “Come on in Mark, it’s lovely.” you shouted “Give me a minute.” I said, “I just want to take a few more pictures.” I replied, moving to the edge of the boat, and watching as you frolicked in the water. I took more photos and then put the camera down. I could feel my passion stirring again, and my cock began to rise to the thoughts that were forming in my head. I dived into the waiting water, and surfaced right next to you, my hands sliding over your tight buttocks, my lips meeting yours in a fierce kiss. You pulled away from me and floated on your back, your pubic triangle clearly visible out of the water. I reached for you, and you swan away. I laughed, and dived under the water, getting a fantastic view of your shapely bum, slightly distorted by the water. I surfaced, and shouted “Come on back to the boat, I’ve got a present for you.” You turned over, and began to slowly swim toward me, your body slicing through the water effortlessly. I had reached the back of the boat, and waited for you. As you arrived, I said “After you my darling, but don’t hurry.” you looked at me questioningly, and then began to climb the ladder. I reached round, and cupped your breast, and you stopped climbing, your feet were on the bottom rung, and your body was half in and half out of the water. I felt your nipple begin to stiffen as I continued to gently caress your firm shapely tit. I hooked my legs round the ladder, and began to slide my other hand up and down your back, from the base of your neck, all the way down your spine, over your bum, until it was between your legs. You moved slightly, and spread you legs as wide as the ladder would allow. I moved closer to you, my cock hard as a bar of iron, and ready to give you pleasure again. I slid a finger into your pussy, as a guide for my cock, and then slid my rigid cock into you form behind. You gasped as it slid in, and pushed back into me, your arse pressed hard against my stomach. I began to slide in and out, almost coming out each time, teasing you with the length. You shuddered each time I slid back in. I slid my right hand between us, feeling my cock as it slides in and out, rubbing gently round your arse, up and down the arse crack. I hear you moan, as I gently tease your arse-hole with my fingers, I feel your bum-hole twitch as I run my fingers over it, teasing it, slipping a centimetre in and then slipping back out, concentrating on rubbing the outside, rather than penetrating. I hear your breathing becoming harder and faster, as I continue teasing your bum, while ramming my cock faster and faster into you, getting deeper and deeper. You throw your head back, and scream as you orgasm, my cock continues to slide in and out, your screams get louder, as your whole body shudders, as you orgasm again and again. I squeeze your tits, and pound harder, the whole boat rocking, as I set a frantic pace. Your body is racked with pleasure as you feel my cock twitch inside you, and I thrust to the rhythm of my ejaculation, I scream as I jet more spunk into you, pulling myself close to you, and kissing your back as I continue to jet spunk into you. As my orgasm ends, I seem to loose all strength, and just drop back into the water, you do the same. We float on the water, our bodies next to each other, we hold hands and look at each other. I smile, and you smile back, your eyes sparkle. We lay like that for an age, and then moved back onto the boat. It was getting on a bit, so we decided to have some lunch. We went down into the plush interior, and began to sort out dinner. I stood behind you as you leant over and opened the fridge, and as you bent over, I slide my hands over your tight buttocks. “You have the most fantastic bum.” I comment, “I could run my hands all over it for hours at a time.” “Thanks mark, that means a lot to me.” you said. “Forget food,” I said, “I know what I want to eat, and it needs no preparation.” you looked at me, but didn’t say anything. I took your hand and led you into the dining room, “Ok babe, since you are the food, you had better lay yourself on the table.” you climbed onto the table, and lay down. I sat on the bench seat, and reached for you, and slid you toward me. My right hand slipping under your bum, and my left hand sliding a finger straight into your wet cunt. I began to finger your slippery cunt, and soon added a second finger to the first, while the thumb from my right hand flicked across your bum-hole, getting wet from the juices that dripped from your cunt and ran onto the table. I leant forward, and licked your cunt as my fingers continued their work. My tongue moving up until it encountered your clit. I gently sucked your clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue as I sucked. My fingers probed fore and aft, as your body shuddered. I moved my right hand, started to rub up and down your inner thighs, while my tongue and left hand continued their work. I began to very gently nibble all round your clit, moving down to your cunt. I pulled out my fingers, and licked them clean, delighting in the flavour of your cunt juices. I plunged my tongue as deep into your hot wet cunt as I could, and began to lick you out, tasting you for the first time. I came up for air, and moved my tongue back to your clit, licking rhythmically from side to side, I could feel your body beginning to shudder as I increased the speed of my tongue, and the pressure I was exerting. Your hands reached down, and grabbed my head, and pushed me down harder. I could hear the moans of ecstasy getting louder, and moved my tongue harder and faster. Your body began to buck, and I had a hard time keeping the speed and pressure in the right place, but whatever I did just increased your enjoyment. As my tongue licked and lapped at your wet cunt and your hard little clit, you screamed, and went rigid, and then began to shake as you reached orgasm. I continued to lick your clit, slowly, each lick causing a new shudder to occur, it was getting quite hard to continue though because as your orgasm heightened, so you began to close your legs, and your grip on my head was beginning to get quite tight. I gave your clit one last swipe with my tongue, and pulled my head from between your legs. I slid you off the table into my lap, and kissed you on the neck as I held you. “You know that today is a dream come true for me don’t you” I whispered “I know I’ve said it before, but I wanted to make sure you understood that I would have done anything in the past for this to be happening right now.” “I know,” you murmur, “I’ve been waiting for it as well. Was I worth the wait?” “More than worth the wait, you are the best thing that could ever have happened to me.” I tell you truthfully. “Good,” you chuckle “now let me have a little sleep, you can join me if you like, I love a good cuddle as well as fantastic sex.” “OK babe, that sounds like a fantastic idea, I shall dream sweet dreams of you while I lie in the same bed as you. I can’t believe that this has actually happened.” We went to sleep, our sexual urges satisfied for the moment. Cruising Amish (Author's note: the following story came about as a friendly challenge between myself and sr71plt. We went with the same basic theme -- an Amish couple going on a honeymoon cruise -- but diverged significantly from there. Keep in mind as you are reading this tale that it is as much about group sex as it is about gay male sex. If sex between men turns you off, this may not be the story for you. Please also accept that I did my research for this story, and despite popular belief otherwise, the Amish can indeed go on cruises. Enjoy the story.) * * * * Standing before the assembled crowd of their two families within his father's home, Abel gazed upon his wife with a confused mixture of emotions. My wife, he thought. Why does that sound so strange? She smiled back, petite and lovely in her new, handcrafted blue dress. Blonde hair so fine and fair flowed back from her face, framed in a bonnet and braided down her back. She was as beautiful as he remembered from two years before, when he had left on his Rumspringa. Even more so, now that she had grown from a waifish child to a grown woman of marriageable age. So much has happened in these two years, he mused. "" she said in Pennsylvania Deutsch, a sparkle in her pale blue eyes. "" "" They kissed, turned to their families, and the ceremony was over. The wives and mothers of the community bustled about to prepare for dinner, and Ilse joined them to fulfill her part, after another quick kiss for her new husband. "" said Abel's father as he stepped up beside his son. "" Abel blushed slightly. "" The Petermann patriarch smiled. "" Abel dipped his head, recalling fragments of recent memories. "" The older man laughed, clutching his son's shoulder. "" Abel frowned, a twinge of worry blossoming in his chest. What does he know of my Rumspringa? But his father handed him a large envelope with a wink. "" Abel hesitantly opened the envelope, finding glossy slips of paper within that showed images of a very large cruise ship and some of it's finer attractions. Beyond that were two tickets. He looked upon them with bewilderment for a moment before the reality of the gift dawned upon him. "A cruise?" he asked, unintentionally slipping back into English. "" Abel smiled awkwardly. "" His father grinned. "" * * * * Ilse had been quietly ecstatic when Abel gave her the news. He showed her the tickets as they lay in bed, recovering from their first union as husband and wife. The pot-belly stove in the corner blazed, filling the room with warmth and casting flickering, amber fingers across their naked bodies. "I can't believe we're going on a cruise," Ilse said, beaming. "After all that time you spent outside, and now he's sending you back out there." "Us," Abel corrected, kissing Ilse's cheek. She smiled at him. "Us," she repeated. * * * * Thomas set the large, handcrafted bag on the ground beside Abel. All around them, the stench and boisterousness of the city was an oppressive thing, and the airport was even more so. Everyone seemed to be in a hurry, although there were a few who slowed and cocked their heads at the sight of the young Amish couple. With their plain, reserved manner of dress, they clashed with their surroundings. "Okay, little brother, that's everything you need," Thomas said with a huff. He looked so much more distinguished, Abel thought, with the beard that until the day before, Abel himself was forbidden to grow. While only three years separated them, to Abel, Thomas seemed infinitely older. "Thank you, Thomas," Abel said, offering his hand. Thomas clasped it with a smirk, pressing a small plastic card to his brother's palm. Abel looked down at what he held. The Visa logo was unmistakable. He raised a questioning eye to his brother. "The six of us pitched in," Thomas explained. "We figured you might want to have a little extra fun. Father doesn't know about this, and he won't. It's just that, well, you need to use the cruise pass to buy anything on the ship, and since Father's paying for that, he gets the receipt, and . . . ." Abel nodded in understanding. "I understand. So, how much is on the card?" Thomas rolled his shoulders. "A little less than three hundred. Jacob was a cheapskate; we all put in fifty, but he only gave twenty." Abel chuckled and waved the card between them. "We'll drink to you all." "You better," said Thomas. They both looked back to the idling taxi in which Ilse still sat, demure and waiting her cue. Even more than the two Amish brothers, she seemed severely out of place in her unflattering dress. "Just, um . . . don't come back with anything too embarrassing to explain," Thomas said, giving Abel a meaningful look, then laughed. "Otherwise, don't come back at all?" Soberness returned to Thomas' face. "Exactly." * * * * As a proper wife should, Ilse sat quietly beside her new husband on the airplane, something she had never been in before, and despite some airsickness, she maintained her composure throughout the trip. Once in Miami, however, she seemed to open up and look around at the city passing by. More than once she commented on the minimal clothing worn by men and women outside the taxi. "Well, it's much warmer here than in Pennsylvania," Abel told her. As the taxi idled at a stoplight, Ilse stared wide-eyed at a bronze-skinned Hispanic woman who crossed the street clad in nothing more than a bikini and sunglasses. "Are people going to be dressed like that on the cruise ship?" she asked. Abel chuckled. "I'm sure they will," he said, then cupped her chin, bidding her to look at him. He met her eyes. "We can get you one of those, just for this trip." Ilse swallowed nervously. "If . . . if you want me to wear something like that, I . . . I will." Abel smiled affectionately. "This is our special time away from home," he said. "If we can't be a little wild now, we'll never have the chance again." Slowly, Ilse nodded. Despite her reservations, she was beginning to feel a sense of excitement. * * * * The cruise ship was immense, the largest thing Abel and Ilse could ever imagine sitting upon water. It seemed impossible that so gargantuan a thing did not sink under its own bulk. Nervousness returned to Ilse as they waited to embark. The line of couples and families was as long as the ship itself, it seemed. Many of them looked the Amish couple over with interest, even amusement, as if they were aliens from a different world. "I didn't think you Amish people could go on cruises," a round-bodied man, standing with his family ahead of them, remarked. "I mean, ain't that against your religion or something?" "It is against the ordnung to own most modern technology," Abel explained. "But we can still use it sometimes." The man shrugged. "Something I didn't know," he said. "But, you guys don't have cars, or TV, or phones, right?" Abel gave a placating smile. "We have a telephone booth for our community." The round man nodded slowly. "Oh . . . okay," he said, then returned his attention to his family. "Abel," Ilse whispered, tugging on her husband's sleeve. "Is everyone going to stare at us like this?" He touched her face. "Not once we change our clothes," he said, indicating the shopping bag he held. "Well, they probably will, but in a different way." Again, Ilse swallowed nervously. But the pinpoint of excitement in her chest was growing rapidly. * * * * When a ship is so large you need to have elevators on it . . . Abel trailed off in his thoughts as he led his wife down the carpeted hall toward their cabin. Ilse looked about in bewilderment, noting the framed posters advertising various shows, casinos, and other things to do -- rock climbing? On a ship at sea? -- nearly tripping her husband as she endeavored to stay as close to him as possible. She was such a proverbial fish out of water that Abel was afraid she might suffocate. Their cabin was a pleasant surprise. A queen-sized bed filled most of the room, facing a wall unit with a television, some shelving, and a few decorative nick-knacks. There was a bathroom with a shower stall just inside the door, and across the bed, beyond a small space in which sat a bistro-style table and two chairs, was a sliding glass door that opened onto an enclosed balcony. "I do not want to know how much your father paid for all this," Ilse breathed as she stepped into the room. Abel chuckled. "The business of selling furniture is a good business," he remarked. He shook the shopping bag, after setting their suitcase upon the bed. Standing before the balcony door, Ilse turned back with a blushing smile, anticipating what her husband had purchased. "Are you going to have me wear something scandalous?" she asked coquettishly. Abel grinned. "It would only be scandalous if they found out back home." Their eyes met, and for a moment, Ilse was not the docile wife she was expected to be. She held his gaze, and her smile grew. "May I see what terribly revealing garment you purchased for me?" Abel's dark eyes glittered as he reached into the bag to extract the garment. He held it up, letting the bag fall to the floor. Ilse's eyes widened; her mouth fell agape. "Oh . . . my," she muttered. Tentatively, she stepped around the bed to take it from him. "Is this . . . is this it?" "Oh, there are sandals, too." She blinked her blue eyes. "Sandals." He nodded, then indicated the bathroom door. "Why don't you try it on?" Numbly, Ilse stepped past with a swish of her voluminous dress, and closed the door behind her in the bathroom. * * * * Abel sat on the edge of the bed, looking out the window at the open sea. The ship was yet to depart; he recalled reading in the brochure that they would not leave Miami until around 6 in the evening. That was hours from now. Still, most of the restaurants, bars and other venues would already be open, not to mention, of course, the pools. "Abel?" He cocked his head, calling over his shoulder. The muted sound of his wife's voice told him she was still in the bathroom. "Is everything all right?" he called. ". . . I think so . . . ." With a chuckle, Abel rose from the bed and approached the bathroom. Standing just outside, he asked, "does it fit?" "Well . . . I guess that would be one way to put it. I wonder, actually, how I'll keep it from falling off." Abel arched an eyebrow. Now, wouldn't that be a shame? "Why don't you just come out, let me look at you." Silence was his response. "Ilse?" "Just . . . a moment . . . ." He waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, he raised his hand to rap knuckles against the door, but stopped himself. She's barely eighteen, Abel, he told himself. Give her some time. He turned away, but just then, the latch sounded on the door. He turned back. "Oh . . . ." They both spoke at the same time, drinking in the sight of one another. Ilse had not expected to see her new husband as he now was, clad in nothing more than a slim-fitting pair of dark green nylon briefs. His mostly-bare body bore the slim but muscular frame of a man used to hard work; every muscle was clearly detailed. And even with the dark fabric covering his groin, the outline of Abel's impressive penis was noticeable. As for Ilse . . . . Abel found it strange that, even though their union had been consummated the night before, he had never fully appreciated his young wife's body. Certainly, he had never seen her in such miniscule garb. The soft yellow bikini was a two-piece, with the triangles atop covering little more than her areolas, leaving the swell of her small but uplifted breasts visible. The bottoms covered her sex, but only barely; ethereal wisps of fine blonde hair protruded around the edges just between her legs. Ilse's figure was slender and toned, with the slightest swell to her smooth stomach. "I think it's a little small," she remarked, looking down at the bikini bottom. "My nether hair is poking out." Abel smiled, fighting off the surge of his libido. "Well, many women, as I understand it, shave away some of their hair down there. Some even shave it all off." "All of it?" Ilse asked dubiously. "I would look like a child!" He chuckled. "Well, maybe just a trim would do, then," he suggested. "I suppose," she said, unconvinced. "It will be fine," he assured her, taking Ilse's narrow shoulders in his hands. "Just do it quickly; we have an entire ship to explore." "Like this?" she asked, stupefied. "I doubt we will be the only ones." He lowered his head to kiss her soft lips. "You are a beautiful woman, Ilse. If there is any time in a man's life he could be proud to show off his wife, it would be now." She drew in a nervous, shuddering breath, but nevertheless smiled. "Don't you leave me for a second," she warned. "I promise." * * * * With nothing more than his wallet and a map of the ship in hand, Abel led his wife through the corridors of the cruise liner. Their cabin was not far from one of the open decks, and as he had assured her, they were not the only ones dressed for the beach. Indeed, anything more than a bikini or shorts seemed to be a rarity. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph," Ilse intoned, clutching Abel's hand as they looked upon the scene before them. "I had no idea it would be like this." "Neither did I," Abel echoed. They stood atop a set of whitewashed metal stairs that descended to a massive pool area around which were two open bars. Beyond the first pool was an area with canopied tables, and then another, larger pool beyond. Finally, just past that was a towering formation of false rock, which Abel deduced was the "rock wall" he had read about in the brochure. There were people everywhere, many of them getting a head start on their vacation through alcohol. Music filled the air, almost magically, with no obvious source in sight. The atmosphere was friendly, joyous, and more than a little hedonistic. "Abel," whispered Isle, leaning close to her husband. "People . . . are looking at me." He smiled upon her and gave his wife another kiss. "That's because you're gorgeous," he said. "Better get used to it." They took two steps down the stairs before Ilse jerked his hand once more. "Abel!" she hissed. "That woman! I can see her entire behind!" "She's wearing a thong," he explained. Two steps later: "That man! Is he wearing a woman's bikini?" Abel rolled his eyes, then stepped down before his wife until they were eye level. "Are you going to be like this all week?" Her large round eyes chastened, and she dipped her head. "I'm sorry," she said demurely. "I won't embarrass you." His fingertips graced the line of her jaw. She was already growing warm beneath the sun. Color was evident on her cheeks. "I know this is all knew to you. It's all right to be surprised. Just try not to be so obvious." She nodded stiffly. "I will. I promise." He smiled. "Now. Let's have a drink." * * * * The two bars were standing room only, so after ordering a couple of over-priced cocktails -- a moment's nervousness crossed Abel's mind as the bartender swiped his cruise pass -- the newlyweds found a spot by the railing overlooking the decks below. Men and women were already claiming deck chairs and laying out in the sun. Some of them matched Ilse's simple beauty; most did not. Then there were those few women who had obviously made it their career to look sexy, having gone to lengths to secure the perfect tan, the perfect breasts, the perfect hair . . . Abel could only shake his head at such women. Their mere appearance spoke to him of selfishness and materialism. Unlike my wife, he thought, looking to Ilse as she stood in profile, sipping a vibrant drink topped with a paper umbrella. Lord, she truly is beautiful. There were men to match the over-the-top temptresses parading around, men in the skimpiest of Speedos with massive arms, chiseled muscles and sporting brilliantly white smiles which must have cost thousands. Abel truly pitied them. "Is this what it was like during your Rumspringa?" Ilse's question startled him as he was shaking his head in wonder at a man with an uncommonly muscular frame, clad in a straw cowboy hat, white bikini, and deck shoes. "What?" he asked. Her sweet smile remained. "I mean, I don't think it was like this," she said, indicating the cruise ship and all it contained. "But, did you go to places where women dress in bikinis and there was all this music, and drinking, and . . . and . . . well?" Abel laughed. "I guess I haven't really told you much about my time away," he said. She met his gaze, what little alcohol she had already imbibed making her bold. "You haven't told me anything," she said meaningfully. He took a breath and let his gaze return to the ocean upon which they -- and thousands of others -- would soon be traveling. "I guess I could just quote something from the Good Book about a wife minding her husband," he said. He looked back to Ilse. "But I won't. I was away for two years. I learned a few things." "Two years, two months and, um, several days," she corrected him, blushing slightly around her straw. He chuckled. "One of the things I learned was how outsiders -- some of them -- listen to one another. A husband and wife here aren't the same as we are back home in Pennsylvania. They treat each other as equals." Ilse thought a moment. "But the ordnung says I am yours. You are my voice as surely as you are your own." We shifted closer and winked. "Not tonight," he said. "Not on this entire trip. Do you understand? I want you to speak your mind." She looked away. "I . . . I'll try." Abel slipped back slightly and took a sip of his drink. He was obviously more comfortable with their surroundings than his wife. "Father gave me some money before I left, and I used it to buy a car," he revealed with a nostalgic chuckle. "It took me a while to learn to drive it. I should have gotten an automatic." She stared at him in amazement. "You had a car?" He nodded. "Yes, I did. And I started driving. I had no idea where to go, so I bought a map. I ended up in a city called Savannah, which isn't too far away from here. Lots of beaches. There were also a lot of restaurants, and one of them was looking for a dish washer. So I got a job. "For weeks, I saved up money, sleeping in my car and going to work every day. Then I rented a room in one of the houses near the beaches. I spent a lot of time there. Sometimes, I'd go into the city, to book stores, to restaurants, to music stores . . . and bars and night clubs." "How many girls did you meet?" Ilse asked slyly. Cruising Amish He smiled crookedly. "A few," he said. "Uh huh. Just a few." He gazed upon her. "Neither of us was a virgin last night," he said pointedly. She blushed deeply. "No . . . no, we weren't." He sidled against her, pressing his body to hers. "Speaking of last night," he prompted. Ilse coughed as she sipped her cocktail. Her eyes darted around nervously. "Abel," she whispered. "There are people around." He shifted his drink to his left hand, then let his right stray to the top of his wife's thigh. His lips brushed her ear. "Yes, there are," he whispered. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his fingertips as they danced across her upper thigh, teasing the edge of her bikini, and the warmth of his breath. Involuntarily, she pushed her hips back, feeling the impressive girth of his now half-engorged penis against her buttocks. His fingers traveled inward, pushing aside the thin fabric covering her sex. She shuddered as arousal washed through her mind. The sudden loud pop! of a champagne cork startled them both, reminding them of where they were. Abel jerked his hand away; Ilse breathed out heavily. "Let's go back to our cabin," Abel suggested. " . . . yes. Please," she panted in response. * * * * Her instinct had been to pull down the covers of the room's stately bed and crawl beneath, but Abel kept her from doing so. Situating her at the end of the bed, with the curtains of the balcony door drawn wide to allow the afternoon sun into the cabin, he knelt before his young wife, slipping the bikini bottom down her lean thighs. What a treasure, he thought, looking upon Ilse's golden-furred pussy. She had trimmed the hair just enough to be covered by the bikini, and nothing more. The brilliant hair covered her outer lips and pubic mound, but was none too thick. It was perfect, Abel thought. He pushed her back onto the bed, following quickly and splaying her thighs apart. Ilse gasped and moaned loudly when his mouth found her slick pussy and his tongue licked deep between the slippery folds. The young bride writhed and panted, pulling at the sheets, lifting her head to stare down at what her husband was doing to her. Never had she felt a man's tongue between her thighs. The feeling was, she quickly decided, nothing short of rapturous. Lost to abandon, Ilse was content to let Abel use her as he wished, so long as the sensations remained so delicious. But just as she began to climb the precipice of orgasm, he stopped, moving up over her body. With a quick plunge, his thick, long cock was buried within her. Ilse cried out, arching her back, giving herself willingly. Her legs and arms wrapped around him, encouraging him. He settled atop her petite body, pumping, pushing, fucking. His mouth latched to her neck, sucking gently. She moaned all the while, dragging fingertips along his strong back and muscled arms. She rolled her hips instinctively, mashing her clit against her husband's flat, firm lower abdomen. She bucked when she came, panting hoarsely through it all, ripping the blanket from the bed. Her rippling pussy sucked on Abel's cock until he joined his wife in orgasm, jetting his seed deep within her womb. They rocked together gently afterward, drifting from their shared orgasmic cloud to the sober earth of reality. They giggled, smiled, laughed, kissed, touched. Finally, the trials of the day -- the trip on the plane, the ride through Miami, the trek through the ship, and of course, the lovemaking -- took their toll, and the young couple fell asleep upon the bed. * * * * It was well after midnight when they awoke, chilled in the conditioned air of the cabin. They stepped onto the balcony with glasses of water, enjoying the fresh night air of the Caribbean. The ship had already left port, starting upon its languid journey south. Faint music -- something tropical and airy -- drifted to them from one of the open decks. "As much as I love our home," Ilse said wistfully as she reclined upon one of the chairs beside her husband. "I could get used to this." Abel chuckled, gently squeezing her hand. "Maybe, if the business keeps doing well, we could take another cruise. Maybe on our anniversary." Ilse turned in her chair, with only a towel to conceal her nudity. She looked over her husband, who sat fully nude in the pale moon's light. "It would be worth the hardship of our lives to look forward to something like this every year," she said. He smiled upon her. "All this," he said. "And it's only been the first day." Her eyes flickered playfully. "I can't wait for tomorrow," she said. * * * * The next day found them dressed as they had been the previous afternoon, but with the additions of a sarong for Ilse and a simple T-shirt for Abel. For the first time since she was a little girl, Ilse wore her hair down, letting it flow behind her like a cape when she walked. They strolled hand-in-hand through the shipboard mall, marveling at the stores and all their gaudy wares. One of the many eateries in the mall's food court introduced them both to the flavors of the gyro, and another livened their taste buds with supposedly authentic Orange Juliuses. They stood in line to play a round of miniature golf, but decided against attempting the rock wall. They strolled along the outer decks, smelling and tasting the salty spray of the tropical water, stealing kisses -- and the occasional groping fondle -- when they could. Youthful libido overcame them in the mid afternoon, however, and they hurried back to their cabin for another round of lovemaking. They napped until just before dinner, before heading out to sample the menu of one of the many restaurants on the promenade. They chose to try seafood, something never offered at their homestead in Pennsylvania. Sated by shrimp linguine and baked trout almondine, the couple returned to the pools on the upper decks, nicely surprised to find them much less crowded than the day before. With night fallen and a warm wind blowing gently across the ship, Abel and Ilse ordered cocktails from one of the bars before finding an empty table at which to sit. They pulled their chairs close and watched the frothy wake of the ship in the dark water. "This is magical," Ilse commented, laying her head upon Abel's shoulder. At his urging, she was becoming more comfortable with casual displays of affection. Touching as they had been doing was practically unheard of in their community, where dignified reservation was the norm. "I don't want to think about going home." He petted her hair. "We're not, for five more days," Abel said reassuringly. "Let's make them memorable." She pulled back slightly so she could see his face. "This afternoon was memorable," she said with a wicked smile. Her eyes flickered past him as movement caught her attention, and her eyes suddenly bulged. "What is it?" Abel asked, even as he turned to look. He quickly found what had shocked his wife so. Along the inner edge of one of the hot tubs sat a couple, the woman straddling the man in the water. She was visible from the waist up, and had pulled the flimsy triangles of her bikini top to the side, exposing her breasts to her lover. Abel glanced around quickly, vicariously nervous for the couple. But she had her back to the rest of the deck, and they were the only ones in that particular hot tub. He watched for a few moments as the man caressed his lover's tits, licking and nibbling on her nipples as she grinned and gyrated gently atop him. But then the man noticed the attention of the young couple, and quickly covered his lover's breasts. Abel looked away, feeling warmth spreading across his face. A glance to his wife, who was staring down, told him she was blushing as well. "I can't believe they were doing that in public!" Ilse whispered. "What if there were children near?" "But there aren't," Abel said. "And they know that." "Still . . . it's not decent." "But it is arousing." Ilse appeared almost shocked as she looked upon her husband's face. But then, slowly, her expression changed as she, too, had to admit to feeling aroused. "Maybe a little," she acquiesced. Abel couldn't help but chance another look toward the affectionate couple in the tub. They were both in the water now, the woman beside the man, sipping from flutes. They spoke to one another with mischievous grins and kept looking to Abel and Ilse. Suddenly, the man -- dark haired, fit, perhaps thirty years old Abel judged -- lifted his glass with a smile. He beckoned. Abel felt a rush through his body at the invitation. He glanced away. "What's wrong?" Ilse asked. He smiled crookedly. "I think they want us to join them," he said. "What? Oh, we couldn't!" He met her quivering eyes, seeing both apprehension and the faintest hint of interest within. "Couldn't we?" Her blush deepened. "Well . . . if you think we should . . . ." Abel studied his young wife's face. This was uncharted territory for them, but then, was that not the point of a cruise? To experience new things, meet new people, enjoy life without constraint? Silently, but with an encouraging expression, he stood, taking Ilse's hand. Together, they approached the hot tub, noting the hopeful smiles upon the faces of the older couple. "Come on in; the water's great," called the man. He spoke with a southern accent, not thick, just enough to be noticed. "I'm Mike. This is my wife, Jessica." The brunette raised her glass. "Howdy. Pleased to meet ya." her accent was more pronounced. "I am Abel, and this is my wife, Ilse." The man grinned, allowing himself a long, assessing look over them both. "Honeymoon?" he asked before taking a sip. Abel laughed. "Are we that obvious?" "Well, you two look mighty young," Jessica quipped. "And she's hanging on you like a junebug on a storm screen." "So, come on, jump on in," encouraged Mike. Gingerly, at her husband's urging, Ilse entered the tub first, removing her sarong and stepping over the edge. Abel noticed how Jessica's eyes roamed over his wife's body. He followed Ilse, settling down into the heated, bubbling water. "Oh, my," breathed Ilse with a faint giggle. "This is different." "Ain't you ever been in a hot tub before?" Jessica asked. Ilse shook her head. "We don't have anything like this at home." "We're Amish," Abel explained, as if that was all the explanation they needed. The older couple stared in mild surprise. "You don't say?" Mark asked rhetorically. "Pardon my ignorance, but ain't all this a little out of sorts for you?" "Very much so," Ilse said, sitting properly upon the ledge beneath the water. "We aren't completely cut off from the rest of the world," Abel said. "My family makes furniture. We go to town every week." "Didn't mean to offend," Mike said, raising both hands from the water. "Forgive my ignorance." Abel gave a short nod. "Forgiven," he said, then smiled. "Is this your honeymoon, too?" Jessica tittered, a light, airy sound that was echoed by her husband's deeper chuckle. "Far from it," Mike said. "We've been married for eleven years." Jessica squirmed against her husband. "High school sweethearts," she said, then tilted Mike's face to hers for a soulful kiss. Ilse glanced questioningly to her husband, seeking encouragement. His smile was all she needed, and she relaxed somewhat, sliding closer to him in the water. One of her hands beneath the churning water settled onto Abel's bare thigh. Mike drained his glass once the kiss was ended, and craned his neck to look beyond the tub. I made a gesture. "I think we all need another round. Our treat." "Well, that's very gracious," said Abel. "Thank you." He winked. "I got a feeling this trip just got more interesting." * * * * Despite their natural reservations, a round of cocktails allowed Abel and Ilse to open up to their new friends. Mike and Jessica seemed honestly interested in the lives of their Amish companions. There was much talk concerning the differences between the way the couples lived their lives. "What kind of dancing do you do?" asked Ilse, emboldened by alcohol half an hour later. "I've seen some ballet." Jessica gave the young blonde a catty look. "Well, now, don't be shocked, but I'm a topless dancer. Nude, too, sometimes." Ilse's eye bulged. "Topless? Nude?" she queried. "In front of other people?" Mike casually reached over to cup one of his wife's breasts. "Best damn titties in Fort Lauderdale," he proclaimed proudly. Ilse took a sip of her drink. Abel pulled her close, draping an arm around her shoulder. "My wife is a little, um, inexperienced about some things." "Well, maybe we'll just have to change that a little," Jessica declared, making her thin brows dance. "You know, just from looking at you, I can tell you got a nice little body. And titties like yours . . . firm and round like that . . . you'd get a lot of attention in my club." Redness spread like a rash across Ilse's face. "I could never do anything like that," she insisted. "No? You sure about that?" Jessica asked, then eased up slightly out of the water, looking about quickly. Satisfied that no eyes were turned their way, the woman brazenly pulled her bikini top aside, exposing her tanned breasts and dark pink nipples. "Try this." Ilse stared, eyes wide, mouth agape. "I-I-I couldn't," she stammered, then searched her husband's face, as if to ask, could I? He encouraged her with a look. Why not? "Come on, honey, whip 'em out," Jessica pressed. She jiggled her breasts back and forth. They glistened enticingly from the water, nipples fiercely erect. "I don't know . . . ." Ilse uttered, but her hands were already on her chest, fingertips curling beneath the fabric that kept her modest. Abel brushed his wife's ear with his lips. "Go ahead," he whispered. Ilse nibbled her lip, then suddenly jerked her bikini aside with both hands. But her breasts danced free for only a moment before she covered them again. "Oh, come on!" cried Jessica teasingly. "That wasn't nothing! Set 'em free, baby!" Ilse rolled her eyes, face glowing. She did not want to admit that she was enjoying the attention. In their community at home, she was just another woman, clad in the same clothing as everyone else. Here, however, she was an individual, unique, and the subject of interest. "All right!" she exclaimed at last, and proudly pulled her top aside, leaving the fabric there. Her young tits sat high and proud, freckled and pale, with small, dusky pink nipples sitting atop the raised mounds of her areolas. "Oh, damn," Mike commented quickly, making no effort to conceal his interest. "Those are some nice puffies." "Ain't they?" Jessica asked, sitting up in the water and moving closer to the young blonde. "What do you mean by 'puffies?'" Ilse asked. "It's the way your areolas stand out like that. They're called puffies. Not too many women have them." "Well, they sometimes do that . . . ." Jessica moved closer in the water, a penetrating look in her eyes. "You mean, when you're turned on," she said meaningfully. "Like you are right now." Ilse couldn't answer. All she could was swallow nervously and watch the sultry brunette as she moved before her. Their legs touched beneath the water. The women were inches apart, naked breasts rising and falling, decorated with droplets of warm water. "You're a very sexy girl," Jessica whispered, slowly bringing her hands up out of the water, like Venus rising in a clam shell, before gently placing them upon Ilse's naked tits. Ilse jumped at the contact, but did not push the older woman's hands away. Her body was tense, breath shallow. She squeezed Abel's thigh beneath the water. "You've never been touched by another woman, have you?" Jessica asked, her fingers caressing Ilse's nipples. They stiffened quickly, pushing out as if asking for the attention. Ilse could only shake her head vehemently. "Then, this would be new, too," the brunette whispered, before lowering her head. She suckled softly upon the blonde's left nipple, pulling it into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the swollen areola, awakening nerves. Passive, Ilse did not move. She closed her eyes, relishing the novel sensation. "Looks like the ladies are getting to know each other pretty well," Mike commented with a meaningful look to Abel. With effort, Abel managed to glance away from the sight of his wife being pleasured by another woman. He read the expression on Mike's face; it was one he had seen before, more than a year previous. An expression that lead to a single night of strange but memorable pleasure. "Yes, it looks that way," Abel agreed. Mike stood in the water, just high enough for the moment that his swollen erection was visibly outlined by the tight white male bikini he wore. But then he slipped back into the water, closer to Abel now. He kept his gaze locked on the young man. "How about us?" Abel trembled with both nervousness and arousal. A hidden, dark feeling which only once before had been indulged was suddenly dragged from the depths of his libido, especially once the attractive, dark-haired man slid his hand up Abel's thigh, to find the outline of his own stiff erection. "I thought so," Mike commented with a sly smile. He massaged Abel's cock slowly, then gave a quick look to his wife. Still suckling Ilse's breasts, Jessica caught the message in her husband's eyes and let her hands drift beneath the water. One joined her husband's in groping the young man's cock, while the other found the fleshy mound beneath the blonde's slightly-parted thighs. The young woman gasped, head falling back against the edge of the tub. Beside her, Abel squirmed as a pair of hands stroked his suddenly-exposed penis under the water. "Ahem." Attention suddenly drawn to the steward standing above them, whose warning look told them all they needed to know, the imminent lovers suddenly stopped. Jessica and Mike backed off slightly, giving catty looks to their new friends. Embarrassingly, Ilse covered her breasts and snuggled against her husband. "Looks like we've gotten ourselves worked up," Mike commented, reaching for his drink. Abel cleared his throat. His cock was still hard, and still exposed beneath the water. Ilse had not noticed. "Maybe it's time to go." "I couldn't agree more," Jessica declared, reaching out to touch Ilse's glowing face. "We have a stateroom. Plenty of space." "With a king sized bed," Mike added suggestively. Again, Ilse sought direction -- or encouragement? -- from her husband. Abel fought against his urgent libido, trying to think rationally. We don't know these people, he tried to tell himself. But how much do we need to know, other than that we're attracted to them? Finally, Abel nodded. "Sure." * * * * Nervous apprehension combined with inebriated anticipation as the young couple followed their new friends through the ship's corridors. Ilse squeezed her husband's hand in a near death grip. Neither of them spoke, afraid that doing so would reveal their fears and dispel the moment. With occasional looks and smiles back to the couple behind them, Mike and Jessica considered their good fortune at having seduced such an attractive, inexperienced couple. They nearly felt as if they were courting a pair of virgins. Finally, at the door to their cabin, Mike and Jessica stopped and faced the Amish newlyweds. "You two can leave whenever you want," Mike said firmly. "We have no expectations at all." "Just hopes," added Jessica with a sultry glimmer across her face. Abel nodded with a reaffirming grip of his wife's hand. "Thank you for that kindness," he said. With an impish smirk, Mike turned back to the door, swiped his card, and pushed it open. Cruising Amish The room beyond was easily twice the size of the accommodations Abel and Ilse enjoyed, with large bed in the center of one wall, a couch, chair, and large television, and a bathroom that held both a full bath and shower. The balcony, visible through wide-open windows, was home to a table and pair of chairs. "So, come in, make y'all selves comfortable," Jessica cooed, casually reaching back to untie her bikini top. She let the garment flutter to the ground as she stood by the bed. She bent at the waist, hooking her thumbs beneath the damp bottoms, and cast a devilish grin over her shoulder. "I certainly am." Neither Abel nor Ilse could avert their gaze as Jessica slid the thong-backed garment down her toned legs. As she stooped even more, keeping her legs straight, the smooth, hairless lips of her sex were revealed. "In case you haven't noticed," Mike mentioned as he stepped past the young couple. "My wife is a bit of an exhibitionist." Jessica laughed softly, then turned and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back on her hands with her legs casually parted. Star tattoos decorated her lower abdomen, just over her ovaries, and a panther was inked into the tender flesh of her right upper thigh, as if clawing its way toward her vagina. "Your turn, honey," she said, giving a challenging look to Ilse. The young blonde trembled, but it was now more from arousal than apprehension. Leaving her husband by the door, she approached Jessica, untying her own bikini top and letting it fall. A few mere feet from the dark-haired woman, she slid the bottoms down off her thighs, with much more fluidity than Abel would have expected. "Nice, nice," Jessica commented. "Love that little sashay in your hips, honey." Casually, she leaned forward and reached out, brushing fingertips through Ilse's soft bush. "Now, ain't that something. I never seen pubes so blonde." Ilse regarded her bushy sex, then Jessica's hairless mound. "Why do you shave it?" Jessica smiled and leaned back, kicking her feet up for a moment. "Why hide such a wonderful treasure?" Mike cleared his throat loudly, garnering the attention of the naked ladies. His wife rolled her eyes, then pushed herself up beside Ilse. "The boys, I think, require some attention," she commented. She gestured to Abel. "Come on, have a seat next to Mike, darling." Numbly, guided only by his libido, Abel did as directed, slipping past his glowing wife. Mike had already settled to the edge of the bed and removed his deck shoes. Abel did the same, positioning himself on the mattress. "Now, do what I do, honey," Jessica instructed, getting on her knees before Mike. With an almost predatory gleam in her eye, she gripped the waistband of her husband's shorts and pulled. He lifted up enough to assist, and the swimsuit came down, revealing his proud -- and, like his wife, smooth-shaved -- sex. His cock jutted up straight once it was released, a pale, circumcised staff with a broad pink head. Ilse stared a moment, then let out a nervous laugh before pulling on Abel's shorts. As his came down, his cock also bobbed free, slapping to his abdomen. Visibly thicker and uncut, surrounded by a nest of dark, fine hair, the differences between the two men could not be more obvious. "Oh, honey, I bet you have fun with that thing," Jessica remarked, even as she took her husband's cock in her hands. Ilse answered while staring up into her husband's eyes. "I certainly do," she answered. Jessica tittered, languidly stroking Mike's erection. "So, what do Amish girls know about giving blowjobs?" Ilse frowned in confusion, while somewhat awkwardly mimicking the southern woman's strokes on her husband's penis. "I don't know what that is," she said. "Well, watch and learn, honey, watch and learn . . . ." she trailed off as she lifted up and directed the tip of Mike's dick toward her mouth. Wetting her lips for effect, she licked all around the pink head, then slowly up and down the shaft for a few moments before finally sucking the glans into her mouth and pulling in her cheeks. Ilse watched the woman bob on Mike's cock, listening to the wet, push-pull sucking sounds. She watched Mike's face dissolve into an expression of lust and gratification. Then she looked back to Abel. "Would you think less of me if I . . .?" she asked timidly. Abel reached down to brush away strands of damp blonde hair. "I could never think less of you, no matter what we do, so long as we both want it." His words heartened her, and she smiled, pleased, before focusing her attention on Abel's impressive penis. As Jessica had done, she licked her lips, then, for the first time, slipped out her tongue to taste her husband's cock. Her hands scrolled the milky foreskin down, exposing the glans, and she lapped all around it, tasting the clear seepage that emanated from the slit. She considered the flavor a moment, then smiled and continued. "Put it in your mouth, honey," Jessica urged. "Use your lips and tongue, but don't touch it with your teeth. Just suck, and move your mouth up and down. Trust me, honey, a good blowjob is worth a good fuck any day." Ilse nodded, unable to conceal the excitement on her face. She stared at the tip of Abel's cock, thinking, briefly, this is where my children will be coming from. But then she parted her lips and covered the purplish-pink head with her mouth, sucking in the first couple of inches. But not tonight. Tonight is for pleasure. Abel arched his back, suppressing the urge to shove his cock deep. This was not the first time he had been so serviced, but the sight, the feel, the entire circumstance of his innocent young bride performing such a deliciously decadent act upon him was overwhelming. He felt the questing wet firmness of her tongue, the pressure of her lips, the warmth of her mouth . . . such sweet bliss! Slipping her wet mouth from Abel's cock, Ilse looked up at him with wide blue eyes seeking validation. "Does it feel good?" she asked him. Abel's head spun. "Oh, so very good," he panted, placing a gentle hand on the back of her head. With a broad smile and blushing giggle, Ilse plunged her mouth back down, sucking nearly half her husband's length. Beside them, Mike and Jessica watched. "I think she's a natural," Jessica remarked, rubbing Mike's cock around her mouth. "Sure looks like it," Mike answered, then groaned as his wife took him into her mouth and pushed down. Inch after inch slid past her lips, until the head nudged the opening of her throat and popped within. Her chin pressed against his hairless balls, her nose against his abdomen. Mike uttered a staccato groan of pleasure. Ilse tilted her head, not removing her mouth from Abel's cock, to see what made Mike give such a sound. Amazement was obvious upon her face at what she witnessed. She popped her drooling mouth off Abel's penis. "How do you do that?" Jessica pumped her husband's cock with her mouth and throat for a few moments, before releasing him with a gasp for air. "Practice," she informed, stroking Mike's slick penis. "Maybe I'll teach you how to do it. Not that you'd have an easy time with a monster like that." "I can't even imagine," Ilse muttered, before returning to her oral worship. "Well, don't try, 'cause you'd choke on it, honey," Jessica warned. "Besides, I think what you're doing is enough to get him off." Abel nodded vehemently, making both Mike and Jessica laugh and Ilse beam at her accomplishment. "Now, let's make them come," Jessica announced, all but attacking Mike's cock. She stroked and sucked in tandem, making her husband squirm. Mike gritted his teeth, clenching the sheets of the bed. His thighs spasmed. He seemed to glare at his wife as she began working him to orgasm. Inspired, Ilse copied the brunette's movements, wrapping her right hand around Abel's cock, pumping it with a firm grip as her mouth glided up and down the first few inches. Her husband shuddered at the intense sensations. His penis tensed and throbbed within her mouth. "Fuck yeah, baby, make me come," growled Mike. "Show Ilse how you take my load." Jessica whimpered around her mouthful, sucking, stroking, pulling, pushing. Her body undulated as she serviced her husband, more than eager to receive her reward. After only a handful of seconds more, Mike was gasping and groaning, throwing his head back. The first spurt of thick semen gushed into Jessica's mouth, and she immediately slid back, masturbating her husband's cock with the head just past her open lips. Jet after jet of milky fluid splashed into her mouth, upon her tongue. A few dribbles escaped to trickle down her cheeks. She swallowed quickly, then descended with a guttural moan, sucking passionately to get every last drop of precious sperm Mike had to give. Both amazed and intimidated by the sight, Ilse worked Abel with her hand and mouth, anticipating the sensation of her husband ejaculating in her mouth. What will it feel like? she wondered. What will it taste like? But she had little time for such thoughts, as Abel was soon gasping as well, his hips vibrating as orgasmic waves thundered through his body. His cock swelled and burned pleasurably, then erupted within Ilse's mouth. Her eyes flew open wide at the rush of thick, rich, warm fluid that inundated her senses and flooded her mouth. She emitted a muffled squeal, unsure of what to do with the unexpected geyser between her lips. Still, she continued sucking, her lips a vacuum seal around the head of Abel's cock. Her hand slowly pumped up and down, feeling the pressured pulses within the shaft that heralded each salvo of cum. "St-st-stop," Abel gasped, sitting up and grasping both Ilse's hand and her head. "Don't move, just . . . just suck . . . softly . . . ." Ilse shifted, feeling her cheeks ballooning. Her husband's gift swirled in her mouth, soaking into her cheeks, flowing to the entrance of her throat. She swallowed some of it reflexively, and grimaced slightly at the unexpected flavor. "Oh, go, girl," Jessica cheered as she watched. "You took it like a champ!" Gingerly, as Abel released his hold, Ilse slid her mouth from his cock. A strand of thick fluid stretched from the tip of Abel's penis to her lower lip. She brushed it away and sat back, contemplating the thick fluid in her mouth. All she tasted, all she smelled, was semen. It was pungent, but not all that unpleasant. Different, to be sure, unlike anything she had ever tasted before. But there was a strange sweetness to it, like the flavor of homemade whisky or the taste of fresh seafood. "Go on, girl," Mike coaxed. "Just send it all down." Ilse glanced to him, then to Jessica, reading their aroused expressions. Then she looked up to her husband's flushed and sublime face. He gazed upon her like a penitent man at the feet of the Virgin Mary. The corners of her lips curled upward. Keeping her eyes locked on Abel's, she sucked in her cheeks and swallowed down every bit of his precious gift. Breathing out, she licked her lips and smiled in triumph. Jessica and Mike both applauded. Abel fell back on the bed with a contented sigh. * * * * The ladies headed to the bath to freshen up, giving their husbands time to recover. Clad in bath robes, Abel and Mike headed down the hall to an ice dispenser and filled up a bucket. "You've got an amazing little wife there," Mike remarked as he held the bucket beneath the noisy machine's funnel. "As do you," returned Abel. Mike winked and chuckled. "I know this might be touchy ground, but . . . if you think you and Ilse are up for it, we could, you know do more." Abel fidgeted slightly. "I am not that naïve to think it wouldn't be a possibility," he said. "I would like to leave it up to her." Mike fixed him a look. "But how would you feel about it?" Abel frowned in contemplation. "I'm not sure," he admitted. "I guess . . . it would be one of those things where we would just have to see where it goes." Mike grinned. "Can't ask for more than that." They returned to the cabin a minute later, ice bucket filled, to find a tantalizing sight awaiting them. Ilse and Jessica writhed upon the bed, fresh from a quick shower that left their hair wet and plastered across faces, shoulders, and backs. They kissed passionately, hands roaming along slick, naked flesh. Jessica was atop the young blonde, one hand aggressively squeezing one of Ilse's firm breasts. For her part, Ilse was kneading Jessica's taut buttocks. Both women moaned softly in the throes of budding passion. The ice bucket clattered to the floor, followed quickly by a pair of white terrycloth robes. Mike and Abel approached the bed, drinking in the scene before them, wondering if they should merely watch, or include themselves. Noticing the presence of the men, Jessica offered a wicked smile before trailing a series of kisses down Ilse's young, freckled body. The blonde looked to Abel, reaching out to him. He climbed onto the bed beside her, erection already prominent. "Abel, my husband, I wasn't thinking, I--" "Shh," he interrupted, then bent to kiss her. "It's all right. You want this?" She nodded slowly, then suddenly winced, grimacing with an expression of unexpected pleasure. Abel looked down, seeing Jessica between his wife's splayed thighs, her mouth pressed firmly to Ilse's succulent pussy. The soft tangle of blonde pubic hair was ruffled by Jessica's nose as she twitched her head back and forth. The brunette seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the taste of Ilse's young cunt, for she moaned and licked as deeply as her tongue would allow. Mike stepped behind his wife, cock engorged. With little in the way of finesse, he shoved into his wife, making her falter in her ministrations upon Ilse. Her eyes tipped back a moment, but then she gathered her wits and resumed devouring the blonde's pussy as her husband fucked her. Abel felt a bit out of place, unsure of what to do. Ilse was too occupied to give him any attention, and Mike had a monopoly on his wife. Thankfully, the older man realized this, and bent over to whisper a suggestion into Jessica's ear. "Sounds good to me," Jessica announced, withdrawing her now-glistening mouth from Ilse's genitals. Climbing onto the bed, she turned about and straddled the blonde's body, with her face above Ilse's pussy and her pussy above Ilse's face. Once comfortable, she resumed sucking and licking the blonde's saturated cunt. Watching avidly, Abel knelt by the bed, looking upon his young wife's flushed face beneath Jessica's smooth-shaved sex. Ilse looked lost to the world, gripping the other woman's cheeks, chaotically flicking her tongue out to taste Jessica's inner thighs. As if by accident, she managed to find the brunette's swollen clit with her tongue, and licked around it. "Abel." The young man looked up at the sound of his name. Mike, standing on the other side of the bed, made a swirling motion with his hand, indicating that he and Abel switch places. With a nod and a grin, Abel rose and stepped around, passing Mike as the latter climbed onto the bed behind his wife. Coming onto his knees between Ilse's spread thighs, Abel stroked his cock in readiness. Curling her tongue from within the blonde's slick lips, Jessica eyed the stiff penis before her. "Not that you need it, but let me get you ready," she declared, before opening her mouth to take Abel's cock. The young man moaned, feeding the woman his length. Her mouth was much more talented than his wife's, and she took him to the root after only a few plunges, her throat rippling around his shaft. She released him after perhaps a minute, grunting as she was filled from behind. Mike gripped her hips as he fucked her. Abel could only imagine the sight his wife now had, looking up upon a stiff cock entering Jessica's pussy. He wondered if his wife was licking Mike's balls, or tickling Jessica's clit with her tongue. The possibilities made him twitch, and he lined up his cock with his wife's ready and waiting tunnel. Jessica split the blonde's lips apart with her fingers, guiding Abel's cock home. Then she began laving both Ilse's clit and the top of Abel's shaft with oral attention. The bed frame creaked as the two men fucked their wives. Both women moaned and sighed, when their mouths were not otherwise occupied, and clutched each other desperately as if to keep from being pushed too far by their aggressive husbands. The sweet aromas of sex flooded the air. At one point, Jessica reached for Abel's cock as he pulled back, and pulled it from his wife's pussy. She sucked on it voraciously, tasting the depths of the blonde's tunnel, before directing the cock back inside its sheath. Giving Abel a naughty smile, she lifted up and kissed him, imparting the rich, musky flavor of his wife. They changed positions, with the men laying upon their backs and the women astride, giggling and making comments as they fucked their husbands with as much urgency as they had themselves been fucked. Abel and Mike exchanged looks as their wives rode them to glory, sharing grins that complemented the abandon with which Jessica and Ilse enjoyed themselves. And then it happened. The turning point. Having treated everyone to an impressive display of orgasmic eruption while grinding herself onto Mike's penis, Jessica declared she needed to cool down. With the statement that she wanted to watch Abel and Ilse, she slid up on the bed while Ilse lay on her back beside the brunette, with Abel between his wife's thighs, slowly and tenderly thrusting into her. "It's so hot watching other people fuck," Jessica said, casually stroking her smooth-shaved, swollen pussy with one hand while fondling Ilse's breasts with the other. "I agree," Mike commented, kneeling upon the bed beside Ilse, across from his wife. His cock was semi-erect, glistening with Jessica's fluid. He knelt near Ilse's head. The blonde's face was heady from the orgasms she had enjoyed, a consummate mask of pure hedonistic bliss. Abel leaned over to kiss his wife, who returned the affection with heat and need. Then, as he lifted up slightly, still pumping into her with long, slow strokes, Mike shifted on his knees, bringing his cock closer to Ilse's face. He was testing the waters, Abel knew, wanting to see how far the younger couple was willing to go. He stroked himself over Ilse's face, and the young woman watched with heavy, interested eyes. Mike's cock returned to full mast within moments. Slowly, tentatively, she turned her head, parting her lips. It was an obvious invitation. For a moment, Abel nearly stopped his movements as he watched his wife lick the tip of another man's cock. A brief sense of jealousy flashed through him, but it was gone the next instant. He watched with fascination as Mike slid that wondrously bulbous pink cockhead into Ilse's mouth, as she sucked on it amid faint muffled whimpers and moans. And then Abel, lost to his own lust, lowered his head once more, first kissing the corner of his wife's mouth, feeling through the flesh of her cheek the intrusion of this other man's cock, and then slowly, carefully, letting his lips and tongue trail along the shaft of Mike's penis. He tasted the tangy essence of Jessica's pussy, felt the firmness of the swollen tissue beneath the skin. Mike hissed through his teeth. "Oh, yes," he moaned, sawing his hips back and forth. The head of his dick slid from Ilse's mouth . . . and was quickly captured by Abel's. Abel trembled atop his wife, giving in to the forbidden thrill -- one only once before enjoyed -- of sucking another man's cock. Mike's penis was not very thick, but that broad, spear-like pink head mashed pleasantly against his tongue with every thrust. He thrust firmer, faster, into Ilse's body, spurred on by the erotic rush of pleasing another man. Cruising Amish Mike moved until he was straddling Ilse's face, whereupon the blonde ardently licked and sucked his hairless, dangling balls, massaging them with as much fervor as her husband gave the man's shaft. Giving in to the moment, Mike held Abel's head in his hands, shuddering as he neared orgasm. He considered, for a moment that lasted the space of a single heartbeat, warning the young man, but did not. Instead, he slapped his hands to the wall above the bed and arched his back, pushing out as he gasped with release. The sudden flood of thick, warm cum into his mouth both surprised and aroused Abel, to the point where he suddenly felt his own orgasm triggered as well. He convulsed atop his wife, pouring his seed within her womb while sucking every last drop from the cock before him. In the throes of his orgasm, his lips became slack around Mike's thrusting shaft. Dribbles of frothy cum escaped his mouth to land upon his wife's neck and chin. Mike finally jerked back before the sensations became too much to endure. He sagged back against the headboard of the bed, and he and Jessica watched with sated, smiling faces as Abel and Ilse kissed and moaned together, riding out the length of their shared climax. That Mike's semen was smeared between their lips only heightened the decadent eroticism of the moment. Finally, Abel all but collapsed upon his wife. They held each other close, kissing and murmuring tenderly, until Abel lifted up. Swaying slightly on his knees, the young man leaned back, eventually finding a comfortable sitting position. Ilse gazed upon him with a very satisfied smile, reaching out to his muscular chest, abdomen, and thighs. "Wow. Ain't that just the hottest thing," Jessica commented, then laughed. She was quickly joined by the others. "I think we need more alcohol now," Mike declared, jumping up from the bed. "Get dressed; the party's still going!" * * * * At three o'clock in the morning, while the bars were still open upon the main deck, there were few partiers on hand to take advantage of the overpaid mixologists. The two couples were able to find both drinks and a table in short order and relax beneath the warm tropical air. Mike and Jessica lit cigarettes and offered their pack to the younger pair. Ilse refused politely, but Abel, having indulged in the menial enjoyment of tobacco during his Rumspringa, lit up as well. He exhaled a grey cloud and looked out across the dark water retreating from the massive liner. Ilse sat beside him, nursing her drink and looking more than ready for bed. "Hell of a night," Mike commented, gaining Abel's attention. Abel lifted his head and met the man's strong gaze. He nodded. "You could put it that way," he said, and lifted his drink for a toast. Abel's eyes lingered on Mike's. He could neither deny nor fathom why he felt such a powerful attraction to this man; it almost matched that which he felt for his wife. It dawned upon him in a sudden moment of clarity that he would rather experience pleasure with Mike before sampling anything Jessica might have to offer. That realization made him frown with confusion. "I gotta say," Mike said with an air of satisfaction. "This is turning out to be the best cruise me and Jess have ever had." "And we've been on lots," added his wife. "You . . . do this often?" Abel asked cagily, the tenor in his voice carrying a double entendre. Mike shrugged casually. "When we can," he said. "If you're just talking about taking a cruise, we do it about twice a year. If you're talking about, well, having this kind of fun . . . a little more often than that." "We're what you call swingers," Jessica explained, sliding a hand across Mike's lap to briefly grope him. "We'd be happy to just enjoy each other for the rest of our lives, but, well, it's extra fun to enjoy other people, too." Abel gave a smile, but it was tired and unsure. He looked to Ilse, who had fallen back into the demure mode of a good Amish wife. "This is all new to us," he said. "Well," Mike said,m flicking ash from his cigarette. "No matter what else happens on the rest of this cruise, we're happy to have met you." "Very happy," Jessica added with another glimmer in her eyes. Abel looked to his wife, unsure of what he read upon her face. But Ilse shifted in her chair and snuggled close, a grateful smile decorating her lips. "We are, too," Abel said at last. * * * * Retiring alone to their cabin, Abel and Ilse stripped out of their minimal clothing and, without a word, stepped into the shower. They soaped each other up and rinsed beneath the spray amid soft kisses and affectionate caresses. Toweled dry, they climbed into bed and switched off the lights in their room. The only illumination was the glow of the Caribbean moon through their balcony door. "Abel?" Ilse asked in the moody darkness. "Yes." ". . . on your Rumspringa," she said delicately. "Did you . . . were you with . . . other men?" Abel winced inwardly at the question. He knew he could easily deflect the question, bring to bear the Amish ordnung that stated a wife was never to question her husband, and leave it at that. But a part of him felt compelled to give his wife the answers she sought. "Once," he admitted. "Only once?" He squeezed her shoulder. "Yes. Only once." "But tonight . . . ." He sighed heavily. "Do you think less of me?" he asked. Ilse shifted in the darkness, pushed herself up. Her face was dark against the backdrop of the open balcony, yet Abel was sure he saw softness in his wife's eyes. "I am your wife," she said simply. "I love you. I could not think less of you." He smiled and sought her lips with the tips of his fingers. "I love you, too." * * * * The two couples were practically inseparable after that night. Upon awaking late on the third day, Abel called Mike and Jessica's room and arranged a friendly meeting. The foursome spent time in the various pools, browsed the overpriced wares in the shipboard mall, had lunch and dinner together . . . before retreating amid knowing looks and scandalous giggles to the older couple's stateroom for more luscious sexual debauchery. While Ilse and Jessica freely pleasured one another with fingers, lips and tongues, Abel remained a bit reserved in further displays of sexual affection with Mike. His impulses clashed with the expectations instilled in him by his Amish upbringing. He did not deny his attraction to, and desire for, the older man; at the same time, his ingrained notions of what was right versus what was wanted kept him from repeating the actions of that first decadent tryst. So the couples kept to the husbands pleasuring their wives, even though the wives often pleased one another. Mike seemed content to only peripherally sample the young Ilse, through touches and strokes and the occasional mutual oral gratification, and Abel did the same with the lusciously-tanned brunette. But a voiceless line had been drawn before either man actually making love to the other's wife. By the fourth day of the cruise, it had become a foregone conclusion that upon awaking, the first thing Abel or Mike did -- depending on who awoke first -- was to ring the others' cabin and plan the day. On that fourth morning, as the ship docked in Freeport, the ladies desired to sample the local shops, while Mike wanted to introduce Abel to the strategies of gambling within one of the port's casinos. "I've never gambled before," Abel complained as Mike led him along a busy port side street. "Well, I have. Don't worry. And it won't even cost that much. Fifty bucks should be enough." "Fifty?" asked Abel worriedly, but he remembered the gift card from his brothers which sat in his wallet. "I guess I can do that." Following Mike like a hound at the man's heels, Abel soon found himself stepping from warm tropical air into the cool, humid environment of a surprisingly spacious casino. Noise was omnipresent, from the electrical chirps and bubbles of the rows of slot machines to the hubbub of a hundred conversations. Now and then there came a cry of eureka, but such were drowned out by the multitude of curses and shouts of "almost had it!" "The slots are for the suckers," Mike contended after he and Abel had swiped their cards for cash. He strolled past the colorful, cacophonous machines toward a series of felt-covered tables. "Blackjack is where it's at." They sat at an unoccupied table, staffed by a tall, skinny black man dressed impeccably in a white shirt and tie. "Hey, mon, good afternoon to ya," the dealer drawled with a grin. "You picked the best table in the house, ya did." "I don't doubt it," Mike replied, slapping his stack of fives and ones on the table. "Buying in at fifty." "Uh, me too," said Abel, copying Mike's actions. "Fifty for the gentlemen," announced the dealer, counting out colorful chips from a plastic dispenser. "Let's get this party started, ya?" * * * * Five hands later, Abel smiled casually as his nineteen beat both Mike and the house. "White boy wins again," the dealer proclaimed, sliding more chips to add to Abel's pile. Mike frowned suspiciously, sipping his Jack and Coke. He leaned close to Abel. "I thought you said you never gambled before." "I haven't," Abel confirmed, organizing his chips. From a quick count, he figured his original investment of fifty dollars had already been tripled. He gave Mike a sly wink. "I never said I've never played blackjack before." Mike laughed and sat back. "I'm gonna call you the Amish Shark from now on," he declared. "New hand, gentlemen," the dealer announced. "Wait," Mike said, slapping his hand down and easing forward in his chair. He gave Abel a penetrating stare. "Let's make this interesting." Abel chewed his lip nervously. "How interesting?" Mike's eyes became dusky, libidinous. "The winner -- between us -- gets the loser," he proposed. The dealer's eyes widened, but he said nothing, waiting. Abel breathed in, feeling the fluttering wings of invisible butterflies within his stomach. "Um . . . in what way?" "However the winner wants." The young man swallowed thickly, but he could not deny the sudden arousal spiking through him. He stared at the green felt tabletop for a long moment, listening to his own heartbeat in his ears. Finally, he nodded with a rakish grin and met Mike's gaze. "You're on." Mike shot a look to the dealer. "Set 'em up." "Uh, sure, mon," the dealer replied awkwardly, then slipped the cards from the shooter. A nine of diamonds for Abel, six of spades for Mike, and a five of hearts for the house. Abel smiled thinly, stacking twenty dollars' worth of chips. Mike matched it. The next cards came out face-down. Abel peeked, seeing a seven of clubs, which gave him a total of sixteen. He glanced to Mike, whose face was stoic. "Raise ten," Mike said, setting the chips on the table. Abel matched it. "Card?" asked the dealer, looking to Abel. Five shy of twenty-one, Abel thought. Odds are almost even. He nodded. "Hit me." "Hit me," Mike echoed. Three cards slid out. The dealer flipped his over. "The house busts at twenty-three." Abel peeked at his two unturned cards. The seven of clubs had been joined by a three of diamonds, giving him a total of nineteen. He smiled. "Stand," he said. "Me, too," Mike said, then looked to Abel with a challenging gleam in his eye. "So, one of us wins, the other loses. But who wins big?" Abel matched the older man's look. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." Mike grinned broadly. "I love the sound of that," he said, then snatched up his cards and flipped them over. The original six of spades had been joined by a four of clubs . . . and the queen of hearts. "Twenty!" called the dealer. Abel stared at the revealed cards, feeling both his heart sink and his cock rise. He had wanted to win, but the prospect of what Mike may have in store for him was tantalizing enough to cancel his disappointment. With slow, dramatic movements, and a knowing look to his new friend, Abel turned his cards over. "Nineteen," the dealer said, making a grandiose gesture toward Mike. "The gentleman wins." Mike smirked. "Bet your ass," he said. Abel flickered his eyes away as the dealer slid chips toward the older man. He could not help but think that Mike's words had been more for him than for the dealer. "Thank you, gentlemen," the dealer cheered as Mike and Abel gathered their winnings and stood. "Come again, hey?" * * * * It was only a handful of minutes later, in an alley not far from the casino, out of sight from the busy avenue, that Abel found himself pushed against the rear wall of a small, whitewashed building. Face and hands pressed against the uneven stucco, Abel shuddered with both apprehension and arousal as Mike jerked his loose-fitting shorts down from behind. "I gotta say, Abel," Mike murmured as he lowered himself behind the younger man. "You've got a fucking incredible ass." Abel said nothing. He tensed as he felt Mike's hands running up and down his bare thighs and naked cheeks. The thick warm air, filled with all manner of tropical scents, whirled around him. He breathed in and out, trying to relax as his lover kissed, then licked, along the backs of his thighs. He felt his buttocks being pulled apart, before a warm, firm tongue tickled his anus. Almost automatically, he pushed back against it. But then Mike was standing once more, pressing his body against Abel's, breathing into the younger man's ear. "Do you know what I want to do to you?" Abel nodded languidly. Mike lightly bit Abel's ear. "Do you want it?" Abel could only grunt and push back. He felt the other man's stiff erection against his ass. "I'll take that as a 'yes,'" Mike said. He eased back, taking a small bottle of lubricant from his pocket. His stiff cock jutted out above the waistband of his slightly-lowered shorts. He poured some of the lube onto his cock, then worked it in with curling strokes of his hand. Then he dribbled more onto Abel's hair-lined, puckered pink anus. "Does this feel good?" Mike asked as he massaged Abel's asshole with his fingers. Abel sighed heavily. "Yes," he responded meekly. "What about this?" asked Mike, shoving a single finger into Abel's backside. The younger man grimaced and groaned, brow furrowing deeply. "Oh! Oh, God . . . ." Mike chuckled, easing his finger in and out. The young man's taut aperture slowly relaxed as Mike finger-fucked it. Then, abruptly, he slipped his finger free and pressed the head of his cock against Abel's virgin sphincter. He leaned in, slowly but steadily pushing against the tight opening . . . . Abel grunted, face contorting with a myriad of emotions and feelings. He could feel his anus reluctantly giving way to the invader. The sensation was both painful and pleasurable. Then, suddenly, the head of Mike's cock popped inside him. Abel could actually feel his sphincter spread then shrink around the shaft of the other man's cock. A realization barged through his brain: I'm being fucked. By all the saints, I'm being fucked! "Don't push," Mike cautioned as he slowly eased more and more of his shaft into Abel's rectum. He settled his hands to the rough, dirty wall just above Abel's. "Get used to the way it feels." Abel winced, shifting back and forth on his feet. "It hurts a little," he managed to say. "It'll go away," Mike assured him. He held still a moment, his cock buried to the hilt within Abel's ass. The heat of the younger man's body coursed through his prick. Carefully, Mike pulled back, looking down to watch as his cock slowly slid from Abel's anus. But just as the flaring head of his penis appeared, he pushed back in, making the younger man grunt. Again and again, he penetrated deeply before withdrawing almost all the way, and each time, the tempo increased. Soon, Abel was trembling with each deliciously rough spearing of Mike's cock in his ass. He found himself wanting to feel the slip-sliding motions of the other man's shaft within him, just as he found that his own penis swelled and throbbed, bobbing between his legs and begging for attention. On reflex, he slapped his hand around his shaft and stroked wildly, thus adding to his own pleasure. "Yeah, you're getting into now, aren't you?" Mike seethed in his ear, hammering harder and faster. Flesh smacked against flesh in a rhythmic symphony of manly lust. "Yes!" whimpered Abel, face twisted against the stuccoed wall. "Jack that cock for me, Abel," Mike urged. "I know you wanna come. Just like I wanna come inside you." Abel groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. He could not believe how aroused he was, how incredible it was to feel the harsh, rapid intrusion of another man's penis inside him. Heat flashed like a wildfire through his groin. His cock vibrated like a tremolo. He was seconds from eruption. "Come with me," Mike hissed, fucking with fierce, hard shoves. "Come with me, Abel!" Just a few more strokes, and Abel was convulsing with passion. "God!" he exclaimed, his dick pulsing and erupting, gushing thick gouts of semen that splattered forcefully against the wall before him. Lost to his body-wracking pleasure, Abel only peripherally acknowledged the sudden burst of liquid heat within his bowels as Mike cried out his own orgasm. The previously unknown sensation of another man ejaculating inside him only fueled Abel's rush, nearly making him black out. The weight of his lover pressed against him, Abel panted heavily against the coarse surface. His penis dripped orgasmic residue to the ground below as it softened. Mike's cock throbbed a few times in his ass, then weakened and slowly slipped free. Dribbles of fluid trickled down over Abel's taut testicles. The two men breathed heavily as they recovered. Abel bowed his head, looking upon the splashes of his seed upon the wall and ground, then at the milky puddle forming between his feet. "We need . . . to get . . . back to . . . the ship," he managed to say. Mike kissed his shoulder. "Yes, we do," he agreed. * * * * They lay out in the sun on one of the decks, pampered by waiters bringing bottles of cold beer and stewards stopping by with misters to keep them cool. Abel felt relaxed and fulfilled; a fantasy he had always harbored deep within his libido had finally been satisfied. A sense of self-embarrassment plagued him, however, blossoming into worry. What if I want more sex with men? What if, after this cruise, and Ilse and I return home . . . I want more? A pair of soft feminine hands startled him for an instant, but he relaxed and smiled when his wife, standing behind him, nuzzled his ear. "We're back," she whispered. Abel touched her arm, held her hand as she came around into view and sat on the edge of his deck chair. "Did you have fun?" he asked her. Color rose to her cheeks. She was coy about meeting his gaze. "We just went shopping," she commented. He cocked his head. "Did you get something to eat?" "Oh, did we ever," Jessica chimed in, pulling a deck chair close to her husband's. "Didn't we, Ilse baby?" The blonde's blush deepened. She did not answer right away, but her expression was telling. For Abel, the implication of Jessica's words -- and the sultry image of his wife going down on another woman, somewhere in Freeport -- made his arousal spike. Especially once his wife did speak. "It was delicious," she whispered, looking her husband in the eye. * * * * The uninhibited revelry continued throughout the rest of the trip. More than sharing each other sexually with the other couple, Abel and Ilse shared the stories of their lives and learned more about that of Mike and Jessica. That they were so free and unrestrained was a source of wonder and jealousy for the Amish newlyweds. The lifestyle the Floridian swingers lived was nothing like what awaited Abel and Ilse in Pennsylvania. Cruising Amish "We're really going back home tomorrow, aren't we?" Ilse bemoaned as she and Abel sat upon the balcony of their little room. For their last evening on board the ship, the young couple said they wanted to spend it alone. "We don't have a choice," Abel said. "It's our life, Ilse. Our families are waiting for us. We have obligations." She nodded sadly. "We won't be able to act the way we are now when we go home," she lamented. "I'm going to have to go back to being the good, quiet little wife." Abel smiled. "I'm sure I could forgive the occasional indiscretion." She slipped her arms around him. "It's almost too strange to say it, but I'm going to miss them. Jessica and Mike, I mean." Abel chuckled. "Me, too." He drew in a heavy breath and let it out. Me, too . . . . * * * * Late the following morning, Abel stood before the window in the cabin, clad once more in his conservative, traditional suit. It seemed so much more bland now, given the freedom of dress he and Ilse had enjoyed the previous week. Even in the air conditioned cabin, the straight-legged slacks, simple shirt, suspenders and jacket felt stifling. "At least we have these wonderful memories to take home with us," Ilse said as she tightened the bow on her dress. Abel nodded with a sage smile to his wife. "Yes, we do." Hefting their single bag, Abel left the cabin with his wife dutifully behind him, already falling into the docile role she would play for the rest of her life. As had happened when they first came on board, odd looks were cast their way. While Abel had paid them little heed before, he was now annoyed. Every step away from the ship felt heavier than the last. Both Abel and his wife looked back in longing, hoping for something magical to happen that would suddenly change their fortunes and whisk them back into a life of hedonism. "It's too bad we couldn't say good bye to Mike and Jessica," Abel remarked as he looked for a taxi. "They must have gotten off the ship early." "They don't have any reason to hate going home," Jessica said quietly. Abel soured. He did not want to go home any more than his wife did, but he was prepared for it. He told himself that their obligations to their community were more important than personal desires. Once home, he reasoned, their heavy hearts would lift back up amid the simple honesty of the Amish way of life. "Hey, you two!" called a familiar voice as a white sedan pulled to a stop at the curb. "Need a ride?" Abel chuckled, genuinely glad to see Mike and Jessica. A quick glance to the hopeful face of his wife was all he needed to decide. "Sure," Abel answered, reaching for the back door. "We don't have to be at the airport until five." "Airport, huh?" Mike asked, then gave his wife a knowing look. She stared back, impish smile growing across her face. "Let's make a little stop, then," she said. Abel and Ilse shrugged. "Um . . . okay." * * * * The letter arrived three days later. Hiram Petermann kept it from the others, who had been worrying themselves over the previous days due to the failure of Abel and Ilse to return. But the elder Petermann had not been worried. He had not been surprised. And now, here was the reason. By the light of a lantern in the window of the house, Hiram unfolded the single page. It had been respectfully rendered in Pennsylvania Deutsch. "" Hiram folded the letter and replaced it within the envelope. Tired eyes looked out upon the darkened countryside in contemplation. "" Hiram turned to his wife, small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. He could not be surprised at his wife's deduction; she was the the craftiest and most observant woman he had ever known. "" His wife cocked her head. Behind closed doors the elder couple were much more casual with one another than they were in public. "" she remarked. Hiram nodded. "" -fin- Cruising at College Its Friday and I am finishing up on schoolwork before the week long break. It's raining out and there are very few people on campus, so it's nice and quiet. Around the 7th hour of studying and writing I finish for the night, my eyes a little weary and more than a little restless from sitting so long. It occurs to me that this would be a perfect time to have an anonymous hookup with another student. The library has so many nooks and corners it allows for a semi-private encounter. I feel my little cock grow just thinking about playing around with someone. I put an ad on craigslist for FTM 4 M for a quickie NSA encounter on campus. Looking for now! No responses. I check out the men's bathrooms notorious for cruising to see if there is anyone there. I am on the prowl and getting more and more turned on thinking about a nice cock in my mouth. I spot a classroom door ajar propped open by a garbage bin. The lights are off and there is no sign of anyone anywhere. I open the door and peek my head in. It is so incredibly silent except for I am starting to hear my heart pounding. I enter the room and open up my laptop. I open up my A4A account and see who is out there refreshing my location and see who is nearby. I try messaging another guy my age, he replied, "I'm just looking at the hot guys on here...I'm not looking to meet up tonight." I start getting IM'd by an older gentleman in Kansas who wants to jerk off and chat but is going about it in a painfully slow way. I refresh the page to see who is nearby again. A profile pops up and this person is only 150 feet away from me. He looks attractive and a bit older, I open his profile: "Nothing turns me on more than coming into a room and finding a lubed up hole waiting for me." I felt my front-hole get incredibly wet and swollen when reading this sentence. I consider this. In my bag I have condoms and some individual packets of lube. I could do this. I message him. "I'm a FTM, I have two holes you could fuck. Are you interested?" After a few seconds I got a response. "Yes. I want both" I became instantly hard. Am I really going to do this. "I am in room 237 in Hill Hall, not far from you. I will be waiting wet and ready for you. I only play safe so bring a condom" "OK, see you soon" My heart is pumping like crazy, adrenalin coursing through my body. Unbuckling my belt, unzip and pull my pants and underwear down. I dig the lube out of my bag, although my front hole is dripping wet I lube up my ass, then grab hold of the dark bend over and wait. I hear soft footsteps in the hall. Shit, would if that is the custodian, or worse, the campus security. I hear the door creak open and see his silhouette. This man is built like a bulldog, he is a few inches shorter than me, with a beefy chest, tapered torso, and huge arms. He was wearing loose workout pants and I could see he was already hard, his cock straining against the cloth forming a massive tent. He swiftly and silently made his way over to me. Positioning himself behind me while I'm bent over the desk. I braced myself I was so nervous and excited. He unceremoniously dropped his pants and pressed the tip his cock against the opening of my front hole. I could feel him fumbling and shaking slightly showing that he was nervous too I was not expecting this, I thought I would hear him open and put on a condom. But it happened so quickly. He rubbed the head of his cock along my slit and his thick cock splits me open as he firmly eased his cock into me, grabbing my hips and pushing in deep. His cock is really thick, like coke can thick, and my hole is being stretched to accommodate his girth. I have never been fucked bareback in either of my holes so I don't know what it feels like so I can't tell if he is wearing a condom or not. Once his dick was in me though I it was like my mind melted. I felt as if I was going to cum immediately but I held back from cumming. I felt his body relax a bit. His hands gripping me were no longer shaking he pulled out and thrust back in it felt like his cock was getting even bigger. He starting fucking me faster, at times just pulling me on and off his cock and thrusting at the end to get deeper. The force with which he was fucking me made his balls slap against my cock. This was enough to send me over the edge and I felt my hole start to spasm and the orgasm start to spread throughout my body. He moaned a little bit as my hole involuntarily squeezed and stroked his cock inside of me, and he lost his rhythm a little. I noticed how remarkably quiet we were managing to be for this kind of sex, with my quiet panting and his barely audible grunts and that moan. As I begin to recover from my orgasm he pulls out of me and picks me up and faces me against the wall, spreading my lags as far as my pants around my ankles will allow. I feel his hot breath on my neck and his dick pushing against my lubed up asshole. He sinks his cock slowly into my ass and my knees buckle. It hurts but it also feels really good. He presses his weight against me pinning me against the wall and starts thrusting his cock up into my ass pounding me from behind. I squeeze my hole to make it a really tight fuck for him and slip my hand between my body and the wall to jerk my cock cause I am already on the verge of cumming again. I feel it well up in me and start cumming on his cock a second time. I know that he is enjoying how tight cumming made me and I can feel his breath start to quicken. He finally drives his cock deep up into me and holds it there. I can feel it throbbing and sudden warmth. I wonder if I just got my first load of cum inside my ass. As he pulls out I look to see. He was wearing a condom and there is a very large load of cum in the end. I reach down and grip the condom and squeeze his still hard shaft and slide the condom off of him, keeping the cum in the condom. I tie a knot in the end and look at the cum in the condom, then at his still hard dick, then up at him. We do not exchange any words; he just pulls up his pants, tucks his cock back in and walks out. I toss the evidence of our encounter into the trash, clean up and leave. My mind is spinning, I am super high from this fuck, and now all I can think about is getting barebacked for real..... Cruising Away I didn't know where we were. But I did know that we were somewhere off the coast of Mexico. It was customary in our small town that every year, just before graduation, the seniors took a cruise to the Caribbean. For me and several others, it was our first cruise. However, many of the others had already tucked several under their belt. I didn't know where to look. At each turn of the ship, there was something new to do or see, and a new buffet to indulge in. But there was one thing that I had hoped to indulge in. Several months out of my last relationship, I hadn't had sex since long before it broke up. I didn't consider myself to be a bad looking guy at 6'1 and 160 pounds, with shaggy brown hair and blue eyes. But as I lay in my bunk coming off of a tequila-induced daze, I could hear what I was missing. One of my friends had begun dating a girl in our class, who had done stints with several locals in the past. He was mainly in it for the sex, having been a virgin before going out with her. I could hear him moaning in the bed above me, obviously enjoying her company. Over the past several days, it was not uncommon for her to sleep in our room, just above me. It was also not uncommon for the entire session to be focused around him, and I knew that Jessica...that was her name...wasn't getting what she wanted. But as I lay there listening to my buddy moan, I pictured him penetrating her and thrusting in and out, her sizable tits pressed against him. I found my hand drifting to my groin, and touching my erection through my basketball shorts as I pictured her naked. Almost an hour later, it was obvious that their session was over. I could hear his snores beginning to get heavier, and had begun to drift into a deep sleep myself. Then a pair of legs swung out over my head, and began to lower down. "God damnit, don't step on me again." Jessica had stepped on me the night before when she had gotten out of the bed, waking me from a deep slumber. She giggled, obviously still under the influence of the rum shots I had seen her taking. She dropped to the floor, and though the lights were all off and I couldn't see her, I could tell that she was pulling on her panties. Shit. My one chance to actually see what I had been visualizing, and the lights were off. She sat down on the edge of my bed, leaning back against me as she pulled on a t-shirt. "I'm still sorry about that. I didn't mean it." She leaned in to hug me, and I quickly recognized the signs of drunk affection. "Yeah, I know. You sure weren't up there long." I figured that in her stupor, she wouldn't realize what I was getting at. She giggled again, but this time I didn't know the cause. My friend had asked me the night before what it meant when a girl described his cock as "cute", and I suspected that she might be thinking back to that. Jessica attempted to stand up, and I put my hand on her back to push her along. She walked the short distance to the bathroom, and I watched her silhouette saunter along between the bunks. She disappeared into the bathroom, and several seconds later I heard the toilet flushing. I had let my head fall back onto the pillow and closed my eyes when I heard her speak. "Can you come here for a second." I sighed, cursed to myself, and pushed off of the bed. Staggering towards where she was standing, I watched her retreat just into the bathroom as I neared the door, and entered behind her. In the small cramped space, she had gotten up into a sitting position on the counter. I leaned against the door frame, and crossed my arms. "What the hell do you want?" "Do you think I'm sexy?" Oh shit. She had probably seen me touching myself at some point over the past few nights. I managed to stammer out an answer, hoping that the rum would keep her from noticing my nervousness. "Uh...yeah, why do you ask?" "Because sometimes I think Wes is just in this for the sex. I'm afraid he'll think I'm a whore." Too late. Everybody already did. Not that she wasn't a pretty girl, it was just that after too many visits to the keg she would be the first to lift her shirt to the delight of the guys, and didn't wait too long into a relationship before getting on her back. "Look. You're a nice girl. Wes is just a little...inexperienced." "Yeah, I noticed." I had to smile at this last part. Though trying to keep her comment from him would kill me, I knew that it was in all of our best interests to never mention it again. But that was the least of my worries. The nightlight next to the shower had allowed me a better view of her sexy attire, and I could feel my shorts beginning to stretch. She spread her arms, indicating that she wanted another hug. I saw it as an opportunity to hold my erection down with the edge of the counter, and sighed before reaching into her arms. After we had been embracing for nearly a minute, she did what I should have seen coming. She began kissing my neck. I sighed, as it felt too good to stop, and just spoke without moving. "What are you doing?" She leaned up my neck and whispered into my ear, her breath tickling the flesh. "Trying to get you to finish what he started." Now I faced a dilemma. I should just walk away from her right now, get back into my bed and go to sleep. But I had just as many needs as she did, and I knew that walking away would only entice her to follow me...and closer to my slumbering friends. God knows I hated to betray his trust like this, but I needed her. I dipped my head, and took one of her tan breasts into my mouth. I sucked on the nipple, drawing it into my mouth while I teased the other with my palm. Her head had stayed where I had left it, hovering above my shoulder as she began to let out a series of slow moans. I could tell that it was the first time in several days, at least, that anyone had paid attention to anything but her pussy. Running one hand up her stomach, I used it to lift her shirt and remove the cotton from between my mouth and her flesh. She raised her arms, allowing me to remove the shirt, and then began running her hands through my shaggy hair. I continued my kissing between her breasts, then down to her stomach. At the same time, I used both hands to hook her waistband and drag down her panties. I pulled them from between her supple ass and the counter, then down her legs and let them fall to the floor. "Oh God, that feels so good. Do you have any condoms?" I couldn't believe she was asking me that. Surely someone with her...lifestyle, so to speak...was using her own birth control. But not wanting to make her mad after we had come this far, I walked out of the bathroom without even saying a word. Finding my duffel bag under my bunk, I dug around in the side compartment for the Crown Royal bag that I knew was there. Finding it, I reached inside and grasped one of the foil packets that floated around in it. Returning to where I had left her, I realized that I still had on my shorts and boxers. Letting them fall, I stood before her with my hard cock pointing straight at her entrance. Tearing open the packet, I took a step towards her as I began trying to figure out which way it was designed to roll without the benefit of light. She took it from my hands lightly, and gently rolled it onto my hard cock. Her hands felt so good as they moved up my penis, slowly unrolling the rubber. I reached back with one foot to shut the door, and felt her hands on my shoulders. As she guided me towards her, I took my now covered cock in my hand and felt for her hole with the tip. Finding it, I slowly eased it in until it was halfway enveloped between her folds. Putting both of my hands on her waist, I let the my entire cock sink into her until my pubic hair was touching where hers should have been. Slowly, I began thrusting in and out of her as she used her hands on my shoulders to pull me into her. "Uhh. Fuck. You're so much bigger than he isssssss." The last part was drawn out into a hiss as the ribs on the condom drug against her walls. I could feel my balls tightening up, preparing for an overdue orgasm. "Oh God oh God. That's it baby, give me all of that big cock." I could tell that she was on the verge of climaxing, I just hoped that she wouldn't be so loud as to wake the other occupants of the room. Her moans grew increasingly louder. Though I should have concerned myself with the volume, I was too busy bringing us both to a mind blowing orgasm. With one final thrust, I emptied my load into the walls of the condom as she bucked off of the counter, coming back down with another series of moans. Leaning forward, I rested both of my hands against the mirror to her back, breathing heavily. If I wasn't tired before, I certainly was now. Still trying to catch my breath, I pulled my waist away from her and let my cock slip out of her wet pussy. Making sure to catch it while it was still hard, I pulled off the condom and tossed it into the toilet. She ran her hands across my shoulders and down my chest, then pushed me away and dropped to her feet. She walked out, and I leaned out the door to watch her step up onto my bed and climb back into my friends bed, clearly satisfied. Pulling back on my shorts and boxers, I waited for several minutes before flushing the condom and making my way to my own bed. Laying down, I drifted off into a heavy slumber that didn't end until well past 3 the next day. I wondered if Jessica would remember our late night romp after she woke the next morning, and my curiosity was satisfied when she climbed into the bed with me the following night to suck and fondle my cock one last time before we departed the ship.