0 comments/ 11996 views/ 2 favorites Life Outside the Cult Ch. 01 By: LaPatitMort "Why the tear my tall beauty." I meant to cheer the lean brown haired near forty-year-old lady watching the first Panama Canal lock raise us on our way to the level of Gatun Lake. She shot me with a glare that would have been appropriate to give a convicted axe murderer. "Sorry, the day is so young and beautiful. So are you. The tear seemed out of place. I only wanted to talk with you and hopefully put a smile on your face." She must have re-judged me, "Tall, mid-fifties, well dressed and graying hair -- he must be harmless." I had turned and taken a few steps away when she spoke, "I didn't mean to be rude. I'm not used to having strangers start up personal conversations." "I won't be a stranger, if we swap names. I'm Jim Thomas from Seattle." She recoiled as I reached out and wiped the tear from her cheek with my right palm. "That is so much better. Your green eyes sparkle nicely even without tears." She blushed a deep red and diverted her eyes. "Ginny Linsome from Coeur d'Alene, Idaho." She let me reach out and shake her hand in both of mine. It was too limp. "Nice to meet you Ginny. You couldn't be traveling alone." She was opening up now. She had noticed my wedding ring, "No, I'm with my friend Betty. How about you? Are you with your wife and family?" "Just my wife. You'll like her. Everyone does. She is wheelchair bound but loves to take cruises. We do at least two a year." "This is my first cruise. I've never traveled much." "No kids, hubby, etc." "Divorced two years ago. Ex has a church in Idaho and our two girls are married and still members there." "Sounds strict. Your daughters have to be very young." My attempt at a compliment went unnoticed. "Strict isn't the word. Yes, they are seventeen and nineteen." "How about a coffee? I want you to tell me all about yourself and your traveling companion. I miss having someone to talk to early in the mornings." Over coffee I discovered Ginny had grown up in a near cult, married its rising star at seventeen and then rebelled at his control twenty-five years later. She desperately wanted to experience life but had no confidence or knowledge about how to do it. Her serious demeanor seemed to get even more intense as she told me about her traveling friend, Betty. She told me that Betty was in her mid thirties, a recent widow, shy, had become reclusive since her husband's death and that this trip was her attempt to get some purpose and life back into Betty. "I have to get back, Ginny. I hope to see you and Betty at the lunch buffet. My wife and I will be there about one." I was a little surprised when Ginny and Betty joined my wife and me for lunch. All three women hit it off. I got in a few words but mostly Ginny and my wife Carole talked and Betty sat quietly and smiled. Betty's eyes glanced down every time we made direct eye contact. I was curious about that but I used cruises to catch up on my writing deadlines. I left them chatting away for a couple of hours and went to write in the library. I was not making much progress when Betty showed up at my table. She had been sent to retrieve me. Carole was tired and wanted me to take her back to the cabin. Betty had a strange, but not shy, air about her. "Betty sit with me a few minutes while I finish this idea. I can write while you talk; tell me all about yourself." She confirmed all that Ginny had told me. She had been widowed as the result of a strange hunting accident ten months ago. She really missed the strength and companionship of her husband, was fighting depression and seldom left her house. When I stood, she stood. When I took her hand, she squeezed mine. When I gathered my papers and computer, she helped. When I put my arm around her to guide her away, she molded into me and moved almost as a part of me. Now, I knew. As the elevator door closed, I took a handful of her hair and tilted her head toward me and looked deep into her eyes. She closed her eyes. I kissed her closed mouth and licked her lips. She sighed just as the elevator door opened and I returned her to her friend. __________________________ After an early evening buffet, Carol wanted to return to the cabin and spend a quiet evening. This is how it usually went. I wanted companionship, to talk, to dance, to laugh. So off I went to find a dance partner or two. Ginny and Betty were shopping in one of the ship's jewelry stores when I found them and invited them for a drink. Neither knew what to order and neither was initially at ease in the bar. Neither knew how to dance. As we talked I discovered they knew very little about anything. Under great protest, I pulled Ginny to the dance floor. She was relaxing by the end of the first song and had learned the two-step. At the end of the second song, I kissed her lightly on the lips and said, "Thank you for dancing with me." Her eyes were as big as saucers. Betty really did not want to try dancing. I knew she would have if I pressed the point. Ginny was not ready to see that. So Ginny and I danced for hours, getting used to our bodies touching. She did not move my hand from her butt the two times that I pulled her tightly against me. It was getting late; after one dance we pressed together more than we should have, Ginny held on and said, "Betty goes to the ten a.m. movie. Can you come get me for coffee then?" "Dance one more dance with me and you could convince me to swim to Fort Lauderdale for you." Her eyes sparkled; she smiled naughtily just as the band started to play an ancient Nat King Cole make-out song. I felt her stiffen and inhale for an instant when she felt my half hard dick nestle above her pussy and throb into her belly. Toward the end of the song she had me almost hard and was enjoying her control over me. I held her strongly, lowered my head to her neck and sucked her earlobe, letting my breath tease into her ear. "Ginny, I have really enjoyed this evening. Your body is a little touch of heaven. You have me wanting you and my head spinning." As we parted to go back to the table for Betty, I let my hand slip across her hip, down her belly and pressed my fingers as they crossed her cunt. Out of reflex she grabbed my wrist but then pulled my hand tighter into her instead of pushing me away. Our eyes locked for a couple of seconds. She was holding her breath. I walked my two new lady friends to their cabin and almost platonically kissed Ginny goodnight. I turned to Betty and paused waiting for her surrender. She stood still, arms at her sides, head tilted up to me and her eyes closed. My goodnight kiss to Betty was a passionate short French kiss. Again I licked her lips. As we pulled away from each other I blatantly reached out and pulled at her left nipple. She groaned and pressed into my hand. Her eyes never opened. Ginny was standing in shock. I brought my mouth next to her ear, "If you want me to explain what just happened, order us coffee and breakfast in your cabin tomorrow morning while Betty goes to the movie." Then I ushered them into their cabin and returned to mine. Ginny was radiant, wearing a light sundress and no shoes when I arrived at ten. The room had been made up, was bright with sunlight and breakfast was waiting. I poured us coffee slowly, enjoying making Ginny wait for her explanation. "Ginny, tell me about Betty and her husband." "He was a big, strong man, about thirty, handsome, a vet and she was totally devoted to him. He was trying to get her out of the church when he was killed. She left afterward because that is what he wanted. She has been lost and almost morose. I've been afraid she might hurt herself. Now, you have to tell me what was going on between you two last night." "I have not led the sheltered life that you and Betty have. God has a funny sense of humor. You two want to live and have fun but do not know how. I know how but circumstances generally keep me from it." She bristled when I used the word "God." I continued on, "I get the impression the church your ex leads is mostly a controlling cult." "Yes, I believe that now. It started to frighten me over the years." "A lot of great ideas get perverted into self serving doctrines. Sorry, I'm getting sidetracked. Back to Betty. Every person can have his on version of sexuality. There is not a right or wrong regardless of what ignorant people have told you. Betty is a natural submissive. She probably could have an orgasm by standing perfectly still and just surrendering to a strong person that she trusted. That is what she had with her husband and why she is has been so lost." Again Ginny was in shock. "I've never heard of such a thing." "I'll bet you have not been allowed to hear about, or experience, a lot. Tell me what you know. How much do you know about the pleasures a woman's body can bring her? Do you know about oral sex? G-spots? Multiple orgasms? Dominance? Bondage? Role play? Sex in public? Tell me what you have heard. Not right and wrong judgments. Open up and tell me." Her discomfort was evident but she started to haltingly answer me. "All my life I have been taught that women are servants to men. I do not know a lot of what you listed and the church has not encouraged its members to learn such things. It labeled most of those acts sinful." "What do you believe?" "I don't know. Over the years, I've often felt bad about myself because of my thoughts and desires." I didn't know Ginny well enough to take this conversation much farther without frightening her. But I did know how to play. "I love talking with you. Your body was made for pleasure. Your sexual thoughts and desires could never be evil or sinful. Say the word, 'Stop' for me." "Stop." "Good. Now just remember, I take instruction very well and you are in total control." I stood and walked to her side of the small table. "Close you eyes, pretty one." I pushed my finger into the cheese and strawberry Danish and spread some of the filling across Ginny's lips. She licked it away. "Leave some for me." I smeared her lips again and brought my lips to hers to nibble the red and white concoction away. At first she stiffened, then she began to relax and respond to having her lips licked, kissed and sucked. Again I dipped my fingers and spread her neck and licked more of my breakfast from her. After again putting some of the Danish's filling onto her neck, together we licked my finger clean. As I moved my finger from our lips, I gently cupped her breasts. "Stop." I wiped her neck with a napkin, poured us both a fresh cup of coffee and sat down at the table. Her eyes were a little dreamy and confused. "I didn't really mean to say 'Stop.' I got frightened." "Sometimes, we all try to run away from new, intense sensations. Tried and true may be boring but it is safe. Are you going to play safe your entire life?" "I don't want to." "Come stand in front of me then. Do you remember the word?" She came to me. "Yes, I remember, but I don't want to say it this time." I stroked her neck softly and whispered to her, "I hope you don't. Listen to me before I touch you. I will not remove any of my clothes or have regular sex with you unless you ask. Just relax and let your body show you what it can do." Ginny's sundress had the bra made into it. I slipped the straps down and kissed every inch of her lovely skin as it came, ever so slowly, into view. I teased her by rubbing her breasts and kissing her nipples through the material but I did not pull the dress down enough to expose them. Her eyes slowly closed again and she moaned as I sucked and blew my hot breath through the material of her dress. The game was not progressing fast enough for her. She pushed her right breast into my face and then stretched up enough for the cup to slip down and expose her rigid nipple to my lips. I sucked and licked; she moved to teach me how she liked to be caressed. I did not make any advances. She reached up, pulled her dress from her left breast and pushed my head to give it equal time. When I brought my fingers to the now neglected wet nipple, I rolled it and pulled gently at it. Ginny's knees were weak. I laid her back full length on the bed and followed, letting her feel my weight between her outstretched legs. We learned to kiss and enjoy each other's tongues and taste while I caressed her neck and breasts. She helped when I rose over her and pulled the dress and panties down over her hips and off her legs. I stayed at the foot of the bed holding her small feet. She opened her eyes and watched me when my lips closed over her toes. I kissed her feet and sucked each toe. Her body tensed as I pushed her feet down to the bed and began to kiss her legs. She knew where I was heading and was struggling with many conflicting thoughts. I raised one of her legs so I could kiss behind her knee. My lips trailed to inside her thighs and licked. I could smell her excitement but her body was still resisting. As I loved her legs with my hands and lips, I could feel her relax and then stiffen again as she was getting used to being nude in front of me in the sunlight. She had quite a patch of untrimmed dark brown hair. I knew I would shave her in a day or two, but for now I opened her outer lips with my thumbs and brought my mouth to her. She felt like a board in my hands. My tongue snaked out and licked her slit from bottom to top, grazing her protected clit. She was so still and quiet. Afraid of these new feelings and yet enjoying them. I brought my thumbs higher and opened her again. Her little button peaked out pinkly into the bright room. Ginny's eyes were wide open, starring at the ceiling. "Don't fight your body. Close you eyes and let all your senses go." I sucked her outer lips and worked upward to lick lightly over her pearl. She gasped. Again and again I lightly licked her. Her body was taking over now. Her cunt was getting puffy and reddening. I licked again and for the first time I took her clit between my lips and sucked lightly. Her hands flew to my head and pulled me into her as a long overdue orgasm ripped through her body. She thrust into me. Her pubic bone felt like a fist when it hit my nose. I matched her movements and sucked until she tried to hold me still and push me away. According to me, her body needed a bigger first lesson. I grabbed her wrists and pushed them behind her, under her hips and pinning them with my left hand. I returned my right hand to her drenched pussy and pushed two fingers into her and pressed her g-spot. I lowered my face back to her clit and set up a slow easy rhythm of sucking outside and rubbing inside. She had not come all the way down from her first climax so she rose to the edge again very quickly. I was going to be mean to her this time. I was going to keep her on the edge until she asked for release. Each time her belly tightened or her thighs clamped my head or her toes started to curl, I slowed my assault until she relaxed a tiny bit. Once she tried to hide the signals, trick me and cum. I bit the soft skin between her leg and her pussy telling her I knew her game. Finally, I heard, "Please." I did not speed up or suck harder. I did not want her to know she would get her way. When she opened and tensed she expected to be frustrated again but I did not slow. She slipped over the top and hung there. She arched, moaned, growled and pulled some of my hair out. Her cunt was sucking my fingers and pulsing to kiss my tongue. She was so sensitive she hurt. She pulled her hands free. She wanted to hurt a little more; she did not push me away. Her legs closed around my head and she rolled to one side. She grabbed a pillow and screamed into it again and then once again. Almost frantically she grabbed at my head and pushed me away from her clit. I froze, letting her come down from her high. I could see and feel contractions ripple through her entire body. As Ginny's breathing began to return to normal she relaxed onto her back and I laid my head on her bushy mound, enjoying the present I had helped her body give her. She was too still. She was asleep. Luckily we still had coffee. I hadn't cum in my pants and had not selected wisely this morning. My light tan pants sported a dark wet spot from lots of pre cum. When my new lover stirred I went to her and kissed her awake. She cuddled next to me and her body purred. I kept kissing her. Finally she spoke, "You taste like my pussy." "Yes, isn't it wonderful." "I think I like it too." "Was that the first time you have been kissed that way?" She was quiet, then sleepily said, "You gave me a lot of firsts." We cuddled. She dozed off again. I covered her, cleaned myself, straightened up the room and then went to the library to work for a while. Life Outside the Cult Ch. 02 Late in the afternoon, I called Ginny and Betty. I asked if they would like to meet me for a late dessert and walk around the deck. To my great delight, they agreed. Ginny asked me to wait on the phone for a minute. "Betty just went into the bathroom. Jim, you embarrassed me." "What did I do?" "First of all you pleased me like I have never been pleased. But you left me asleep in the bed. I just woke up. Betty told me I needed to bathe." Her giggle made my dick start to harden. "Jim, I still cannot understand what you said about Betty. She has been my friend for years." "It will be easier to show you. Maybe tonight during our walk, there will be a chance. Don't fret. For her it is a good thing. It is who she is. It's natural for her. Are you sure you can handle what you might see?" "No, but I want to see it anyway." _______________________________ After too much dessert, we began a slow walk around the dimly lit deck. The deck we choose did not go all the way around. We walked toward a dark dead end and paused when we reached a large, waist high tarp covered mound of extra deck furniture next to the railing. All three of us leaned against the railing, looked into the near darkness and talked for a while. When I stood behind Ginny and nuzzled into her neck, Betty idly walked around the tarp toward the dead end. Ginny and I kissed a few times and explored each other with our hands. Betty had not come back. "This might be a good time to show you about Betty. Give me a few minutes and then come over to us." Betty was staring off into the darkness leaning against the railing. I came up behind her, wrapped my arms around her and buried my nose into her soft shoulder length hair. "Your hair smells wonderful and is making my head swim." I turned her to face me, pressed my body into her, pushing her against the railing and kissed her passionately. After just a few moments, she eagerly sucked at my tongue and offered hers. We made out like horny teenagers. We nibbled lips, ears and put the tip of our tongues in each other's ears as we breathed out softly. I slipped my hand down the top of her dress and rolled her hard nipples. I took her hand to cover and squeeze my almost hard dick. She liked that and sighed into my mouth. I opened the top buttons of my shirt and pulled her lips to my chest. She licked and kissed then decided to become more of the aggressor. Wanting to please me. One by one she opened the rest of the buttons on my shirt and kissed the trail down. With the last button she stayed and licked my bellybutton. All the time I caressed her neck, ears and breasts. Betty was licking and sucking at one of my nipples when Ginny got close enough to see in detail what her friend was doing. Betty glanced at her but returned to me when I pulled at her. "Your mouth and tongue are getting me excited. My dick is very uncomfortable. Take it out for me." Ginny stood statue still and watched as Betty slipped to her knees in front of me, un-zipped my fly and fished out my cock. She pulled the skin back on my uncircumcised shaft, rolled her thumb through the slippery pre-cum and then lowered her lips. As her lips touched my cock, her tongue flicked out to taste me. I knew she had one of her hands in her panties and was finger fucking herself. In slow motion she kissed and licked allowing just a tiny more of me to slip into her mouth with each touch. It probably took two minutes for her to close her lips fully around the head. Betty picked up speed and bobbed into me long enough to make me groan. Ginny was rubbing her pussy through her sundress as Betty began to cum on her own fingers and loose interest in my cock. I stopped Betty short of her full climax by pulling her to her feet. "Ginny has been watching us. See if she is wet." Without hesitation, Betty slipped her hand up Ginny's leg and had her fingers find their way to her friend's cunt. "Yes, she is wet." "How does she taste?" Betty took her hands from under Ginny dress and brought her fingers to her own lips and sucked them. "She is fresh and sweet." "Would I like the taste?" "Yes." "Then pull her panties off, wet you fingers in her and bring them to me." The best-trained soldier could not have followed my instructions any better. I sucked clean the three fingers Betty brought to my lips. I asked for more. Ginny spread her legs wider and Betty seemed to take longer working her fingers in. "I want lots of her juice, Betty. Work her up, make her juice so hot it burns my lips." Ginny was unsteady by the time Betty presenting her glistening fingers to me. I pulled Ginny to me and we kissed through Betty's fingers licking and sharing the taste. Ginny did not object. I knew she could taste Betty's juices mixed with her own. "Ginny bend over the tarp. Betty guide my cock into her cunt." As the tip of my cock touched her folds I pushed and Betty let me slip through her fingers and bury deeply into Ginny. "Betty play with her nipples and squeeze them hard when she cums." Ginny was already starting to cum after only half a dozen thrusts. When I felt her body begin to tremble, Betty squeezed and twisted. Ginny screamed and pushed her face into the tarp to try to stay quiet but she continued to moan loudly and thrust back into me. Wonderful Betty freed one of her hands and brought it to massage my balls and press her thumb against my asshole. That was too much for my overly teased cock and I began spurting into Ginny's womb. She could feel the throbs and they took her over the top one more time. I collapsed onto Ginny's back and pulled Betty to me. As Ginny and I recovered I kissed Betty's lips, eyes and nose while thanking her for pleasing me and following me. I told her how beautiful she was and that I wanted to make love with her and be good for her. She glowed and smiled. We couldn't find Ginny panties but we got ourselves reasonably in order and headed for the door back inside the ship. We smelled of sex and could not keep our playful hands off each other as we returned to their cabin. Once inside the cabin, I asked Betty to strip for us and then undress both Ginny and me. She enjoyed her tasks and took some liberties, biting my nipples playfully, squeezing my balls right to the point of hurting and slipping two fingers into Ginny again and licking our combined cum from them. That was my cue. I pushed Ginny on her back onto the bed with her legs hanging off. Then I pressed on Betty until she was kneeling between her legs. Betty knew what I wanted and eased forward and began to lick and tug at Ginny's pussy lips with her mouth. "Finger her and kiss her." I too knelt, but behind Betty. I too licked and kissed. Up and down Betty's beautiful ass, ducking lower on each pass until I was lapping at her pussy and clit. She wanted more. She kept pushing back into me wiggling her ass. I licked her asshole and she moaned. I pushed the thumb of my right hand inside her cunt and pressed against her g-spot and licked her ass some more. She moaned some more and kept moaning. She was so easy to regulate. I timed her climax with the one she was giving Ginny. I almost came when I saw Ginny's cunt push some of my cum out and Betty suck it up and swallow it. I had to have her. I flipped her onto her back on the bed and crawled up her body trailing my wet dick up he leg. She seemed so small but bore my weight easily. Her cunt sucked me in and held me. Her hands were on my ass teaching me the exact pace and angle she wanted from my thrust. Her body was open in total surrender to me. In her surrender she could control even my breath. Without thought I slammed hard into her and ordered her to cum for me. She came from feeling the strength of a man taking her. I learned to hump and grind almost tenderly and then slap into her belly. This kept her ridding her orgasm. It seemed to be never ending. When she dug her nails into my ass, I knew she needed this to end for a while. "I am going to cum into you Betty. Your body is sucking the juices from my balls. Take me Betty. Feel me fill your wonderful sexy body." Her little body arched, lifting me off the bed. I could feel her hot wetness flow out around my cock. Her eyes were open a little but I could only see white. Her face was twisted in a painful pleasure. My body began to jerk and pump rope after rope into her. She collapsed breathing heavily under me. I couldn't stop kissing her neck, lips and breasts. She had satisfied me better than I could remember. I wanted her to know how pleased I was. I rolled half off her, not wanting to crush her. She followed, pulling her lips to mine, just barely touching with her tongue flicking out to taste. I watched her. Soon her eyes opened, she snuggled and said, "Thank you, I needed that." We both drifted off to sleep not remembering that Ginny was there. Sometime during the night, I awoke, tangled and stuck to Betty. She complained but did not wake up as I got out of bed. She missed the body contact and scooted up against the sleeping Ginny. I could see the covers move as her hand came to rest on her friend's breast. While I washed and dressed, I thought about all the guilt that would be surging through Ginny by breakfast time. I hoped I could kill most of it once and for all.