0 comments/ 6661 views/ 3 favorites Impregnation Cruise Ch. 04: St. Barth and Disco Night By: Scorpius1945 This is a work of fiction. No person in this story is based on or relates to any living person. However, the concept of clothing optional cruise and tour itinerary are based on reality. The activities described in this story are imaginary and are neither condoned nor recommended by the author. The story makes more sense if you read chapters 1, 2 and 3 first. ******************* Cherie meets some interesting locals and enjoys the dance night on board. I awoke the following morning to silence. The dull rumble of the motors, continuous over the past two days, had ceased. I lay still, trying to sort out where I was, what had happened and what day this was. I then heard the toilet flush and Charles appeared in the doorway. It all came crashing back; I was pregnant, I hoped. Does twelve hours pregnant count, I wondered. "Morning sleepyhead," smiled Charles as he bent down to kiss me awake, "How's my gorgeous and hopefully pregnant girl today?" "Mmmm, OK I think," I replied once my mouth was free of his long sexy kiss. He climbed back into bed and cuddled up next to me, his semi-hard erection prodding my ass as he snuggled into my back. I relaxed against him, feeling the contentment of his presence, hoping that I could have this for the rest of my life. What am I thinking, I wondered, shocked at how easily I could fall for a guy, could sacrifice my freedom for the security of his body against mine. I felt an urgent need arising and wriggled free before heading for the bathroom. Once I returned I was more awake and quickly took control once again, kissing and cuddling Charles as I straddled him on all fours. His cock was now more rigid than before, obviously seeking an encore to last night. "I'm hungry," I stated, springing off the bed and holding out my hand to him. "You coming with me to breakfast?" He mumbled something incoherently but followed me out of his cabin to the dining room where we selected our food and took our trays outside into the early morning sunshine. After we were seated he looked at my tray critically. "Shouldn't you be eating a bit more?" he asked, "After all, if you are pregnant, you're eating for two now." "Don't be stupid," I told him, "Junior will be the size of a pin head if indeed she even exists. I won't need to eat anything differently for a long time yet. Anyway, eating for two is an old wives tale, and I'm not even a young wife, thank goodness." "Well, we could fix that if you like," he smiled. "Is that a proposal? I'm not ready to give up my freedom that easily, well, I don't think I am." "Suit yourself. So what are we doing today?" "Well, firstly, you need to get it out of your head that there is a 'we' that is doing anything. I wanted a man to get me pregnant. Hopefully you've achieved that. If you have, then had we been praying mantises, I'd be eating you for breakfast, but we're not so I'm not. However, don't get any ideas that our relationship is anything apart from a convenience to allow me to become pregnant." Charles looked completely deflated and taken aback; stunned by my outburst, which I regretted as soon as I'd uttered it. I hadn't meant to hurt him but it had simply come from that part of me which valued my freedom and hated the thought of being tied down to or by anything or anyone. "So after breakfast I'm going ashore to this beautiful tropical paradise of St Barth and you can please yourself what you do," I continued to ensure that he got the message loud and clear, despite misgivings deep within me. He looked like a puppy that had just been kicked, hard. The part of me which loved him felt really sorry for him and seemed to stand back and view the situation from a distance, remonstrating with me to throw my arms about him, kiss him tenderly and apologize. However, I ignored her and stood my ground. We ate in silence. After we'd finished eating we kissed chastely, wished each other an enjoyable day and I returned to my neglected cabin, donned some brief clothing and slipped my bikini swimsuit into my day bag, then caught the next lighter to shore. While the town I found myself in was reasonably pretty, the sun shone brightly, there was a gentle breeze and the locals were very friendly, I was miserable. I replayed over and over in my mind our breakfast conversation and the way in which I had both insulted and rejected Charles. He didn't deserve that, I knew, yet somehow I wasn't able to stop myself saying those hurtful words. What was he doing now, what was he thinking, I wondered. I wandered aimlessly, comparing today with the last time I'd been on land. While nudity was not officially permitted here, I noticed many women were topless so I changed into my bikini bottoms and walked out topless also, hoping that would restore my happiness. It didn't. After browsing in several shops I found a map of the island and walked the mile or so to St Jean beach, which looked like a pleasant place to spend the day. I spread my towel in a secluded spot away from the main beach and protected by rocks and trees, defiantly removed my bikini bottoms, plastered myself with sunscreen and lay down on my towel on the warm sand, my thoughts still in turmoil. I must have drifted off to sleep because I awoke to hear several male voices nearby. Once I was fully awake I ventured to open my eyes and saw three young dark-skinned men, obviously locals, sitting on the sand staring at me. Reflexively I tried to cover my nakedness, causing them to smile. The closest one spoke to me in a language which I think may have been French and in a way obviously meant to reassure me. He reached out for my hand but I pulled it away. I had no idea if I was in danger, if these men wanted to kill me, rob me, simply look at me or have sex with me. I mentally went through these options, realizing that apart from being killed, the others were not too harmful. I looked at them again, appraising their attitudes and their physicality. Something stirred inside me. Omigod, I felt turned on by the thought that these three guys might want to fuck me. What sort of slut was I becoming that I couldn't go for more than about twelve hours without wanting sex? Gently, so as not to disturb me, they moved closer to me, talking quietly in their unintelligible language. One of them reached out to touch my skin. I stayed still, despite wanting to shrink away, and allowed him to caress my abdomen as I lay completely naked under their gaze. He reached with his other hand to take my hand and pressed it to his chest, directing me by his actions to rub him in return. His skin felt soft and pliable under my fingers and I gently started rubbing him. His strokes on my abdomen spread wider, encompassing my lower breasts and over my hips. I closed my eyes and soaked up the attention, which felt really good, possibly because of my despondent mood. It took only a few minutes before I felt a second, then third hand rubbing me, on my leg at first, then my other breast. Within the next few minutes all three guys were using both their hands to caress and massage me, the process being helped by the oiliness of my skin due to the sunscreen. I wanted to caress them so reached out my other hand to another guy and caressed his muscular thigh. I noticed they were all wearing brief shorts only and noticed also that the fronts of their shorts were tented over their obvious erections. I felt myself starting to produce my own feminine juices indicating my degree of arousal. They also must have noticed my juices running down my crack as one of them rubbed his fingers over my pussy, then started pressing his fingers into my slit. Despite myself, my hips started to make gentle encouraging movements against his hand. Another took my hand and pressed it to the front of his shorts over his erection. I gently caressed his huge member through the thin fabric, then pulled at his waist band, pulling the elastic down over his cock so it stood out hard and proud. He came closer and I rolled towards him, engulfing his cock with my mouth. Suddenly, it seemed, there were bodies, arms, legs and cocks everywhere. Two mouths nibbled at my nipples, a tongue caressed my clit, hands were all over my body and I was on a rapid trip towards sexual ecstasy as my body responded despite my conscious unwillingness to be the sole female in what was rapidly developing into an orgy. Wave after wave of sensations passed through my body as my erogenous zones were woken by the expert ministrations of the three guys. I passed into an overload of sensuality, losing myself as I approached my first orgasm of the day. Before I reached that peak I felt one of the guys spread my thighs and pull my exposed pussy towards his rampant cock. He penetrated me and then pulled me onto him, thrusting deeply inside me, establishing a rapid rhythm which quickly caused me to cum hard. "AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!" I yelled as my orgasm overtook me, causing me to lose any sense of time, place or reason as I writhed on the beach cumming hard on his massive cock. A few seconds later, as I slowly came down from my peak, I felt him spurting his potent cum into my cunt. Omigod, I thought, I hope my egg was fertilized by Charles last night otherwise these guys could start a baby in me. The thought was horrifying but I had no way of changing the situation that had developed. My first partner withdrew and his place was quickly taken by another, who continued to fuck me as rapidly and deeply as the first. My poor pussy felt quite pummelled by this treatment but despite this I felt myself responding, thrusting myself at him, seeking more stimulation. Before I came again, however, he filled my cunt with cum once more. I could feel it squirting out and running down my thighs as he thrust into me over and over until his cock became softer and he withdrew. I was so close to cumming again that I welcomed the third cock into my cunt. This time I was turned onto all fours and he penetrated me from behind, holding my tits roughly as he plowed my furrow, his cock head pressing hard against my cervix, which I found very stimulating in my excited condition. It took only a few thrusts before I came again, screaming once more in my release as waves of ecstasy washed through my body, inundating all my senses until all I wanted to do was fuck and be fucked forever. As I recovered slowly I was aware that he was still fucking me hard, pressing into me then withdrawing almost completely before sinking back inside. It felt so sexy, so wonderful, at that point in time it was all I ever wanted. A few moments later he let out a cry, went rigid, as deep inside me as he could go, and deposited a huge load of cum into my sloppy cunt. After a short time he withdrew and I slumped down onto my towel, my body shaking and covered in sweat and cum. I very slowly became aware of my surroundings and looked around me, seeing three sweat-sheened faces with broad grins on them looking at me. I grinned back, feeling completely satiated after my experience. One by one they each kissed me, gave me a final caress on my ass, then without another word they stood and walked away naked, carrying their shorts. I lowered my head onto my towel and tried to come to terms with what had just happened. Gradually my mood changed from one of sexual satisfaction to one of having been used then dumped once they had taken what they wanted. Part of my rational mind told me that I wanted it too, but most of my body felt revulsion at the cheap way I had given myself to them for loveless sex. I felt dirty and used. I stood up and walked to the sea, diving into the crystal clear waters and feeling them wash away the imagined dirt from my body. I swam for several hundred yards out to sea, then trod water for a while before swimming back to shore. My mind was made up; I wanted Charles as my partner; I wanted his loving sex not the loveless sex I had so recently experienced. Oh why had I been so rude and dismissive of the man I had come to love, I berated myself. I walked up the beach, dried myself on my cum-stained towel, dressed in bikini bottoms, walked back to the harbour and caught the lighter to the ship, not knowing if Charles was still on board or what reception he would give me. Once on board I quickly removed my bikini bottoms, went to my cabin and showered to remove the salt from my skin, reapplied my sunscreen and then began searching for Charles. It was several hours later, after a solo lunch and when I was about to give up in despair, that I found Charles and Penny sitting in the shade beside the pool sipping cool drinks. "Hello, darling," greeted Charles, standing up and opening his arms to me. My heart did a somersault of joy; he apparently was still pleased to see me and my outburst this morning hadn't destroyed our relationship. "Hi, sweetheart," I murmured in his ear as we hugged. "I'm really sorry about what I said this morning. Can we just pretend I didn't say it please?" He held me at arm's length and looked at me carefully. "Yes, of course, honey. What have you been up to today anyway? You seem to be glowing, like you'd just been making love or something." "It's a long story. However, you and Penny have that just-fucked look too. So what have you been up to?" We sat down and Charles signalled a passing waiter for a drink for me. We told each other about our day so far. I was right, Charles and Penny had spent a couple of hours in Charles' cabin making love. I guess that was to be expected after the way I'd treated him and accounted for his door being locked when I'd tried his cabin earlier. Both Penny and Charles were firstly horrified then intrigued at my account of my orgy with the three local males. "How horrible for you," said Penny. "Not at all," I clarified, "I actually enjoyed it. I've never had three guys fuck me one after the other like that. It was awesome at the physical level. But, the part I didn't like and the reason I returned so early to the ship was that I realized that sex is nothing without love. While the sex was hot and fulfilling this morning, there was no love such as I feel when Charles and I have sex. It certainly got me thinking. I just hope that my little egg was well and truly fertilized by Charles last night. I certainly don't want a dark-skinned baby, not that there's anything wrong with dark-skinned people." "Well, I guess time will tell," replied Charles pragmatically. "I also guess that you're all fucked out now for a while." "Oh no, darling, with them it was sex, with you it's love. I now know the difference and I'm so pleased I do and so pleased that you're still willing to even talk with me after this morning, much less want to make love with me. Thank you, honey." We sat in companionable silence for a short time, sipping at our drinks, Charles and I holding hands. The waiter passed and we ordered another round. "It's so hot today," complained Penny, "It's not as though we can take any more clothes off. I'm ready for a swim." Charles and I agreed so we all dived into the tepid pool and swam to the far end where we sat on the steps, the water level reaching our necks. Charles sat between Penny and I and within a few seconds we both felt one of Charles' hands on our pussies, caressing us gently, easily visible through the clear water though distorted by the surface ripples. We grinned at each other, then at Charles, then we each reached for his cock and balls. Penny caressed his balls lovingly, squeezing them in their sac, pushing them up into his body then letting them fall out again, pulling them away from his body then releasing them. I played with his cock, still flaccid from its recent foray into Penny, rubbing it gently, massaging the shaft and head and playing with his sweet spot on the underside just below the glans. Charles tilted his head back against the pool edge and closed his eyes as he absorbed the stimulation, his hand gently stroking my pussy and his fingers insinuating themselves between my lips. Presumably Penny was feeling the same as she also rested her head on the side of the pool with her eyes closed. After about ten minutes of this, during which time Charles became rigidly erect and both Penny and I were well-lubricated enough for Charles to have two fingers deeply embedded in each of our pussies, we removed our hands from each other and returned to our table, dripping dry as we sampled our new drinks. We cuddled closely together, continuing our manual play surreptitiously in a public place but noting that nobody appeared to be paying any attention to our activities. We finished our drinks quickly, then stood and by mutual consent went inside to Penny's cabin, the closest of the three. Once the door was closed we had a joint hug, each kissing and fondling the other two, then, without breaking the hug, we shuffled to the huge bed and collapsed onto it in a mass of arms, legs, bodies, cock and pussies. Within a few minutes we had sorted things out and Charles had moved to the end of the bed leaving Penny and I lying alongside each other, mouths to pussies. We each spread the other's legs and began eating each other's pussy, mirroring what each was doing to the other. It was quite weird feeling the effects of what I did to Penny on my own pussy. As I licked her clit gently, so I felt her licking mine gently; a nip with my teeth resulted in a corresponding nip from her teeth. I inserted my index finger into her cunt, feeling hers enter mine, and sought out her G spot, rubbing it gently, then slipped my middle finger in also, feeling the effect as hers slipped into me. My G spot has always been very sensitive and soon Penny's attention to it was sending waves of delicious sensations through my body. I felt a hand on my breast and glanced sideways to see Charles was caressing and kneading my and Penny's right breasts. I reached down and began caressing Penny's left breast and felt her doing the same to me. What a glorious feeling, being involved in this loving triangle, having my breasts and pussy stimulated so wonderfully well by two loving people. The difference between the sex I had this morning and this was incredible; I now fully realized the difference between sex and love. What a beautiful lesson. I felt Penny's hips begin moving in time with my licking of her clit and massage of her G spot. Her feminine juices were flowing freely and at times I almost felt I was drowning in them as I lapped the delicious nectar from her pussy. I knew I was probably doing the same for her. There comes a time when you cross a divide, after which you know you are approaching your orgasm. I felt myself cross this divide and progress rapidly towards my climax. I found myself panting, my hips thrusting, spikes of pleasure shooting from my nipples as Charles and Penny squeezed them hard, sending bolts of electricity directly to my clit and with a scream I came hard, writhing on the bed between their bodies as I surrendered to wave after wave of incredible sensation that annihilated me completely. I heard myself shouting, as if from a distance, "OOOOHHHHH, YESSSS, YESSSS, YESSSSSSSS, OOOOOHHHHH!!" as an incredible orgasm gripped my body and shook me, hard and continuously, while Penny and Chares continued their inexorable stimulation. After several lifetimes I started to come down from my peak and lay there, panting for breath, while they slowed their stimulation, smiling at me broadly as they observed the effects they had on me. "Oh, thank you, thank you both so much," I managed after my breathing had slowed a little. "That was absolutely divine, completely out of this world." I gave them each a sloppy sexy kiss then flopped sideways onto my back, my body still twitching as they watched me. They then looked at each other. "You up for some more?" asked Charles of Penny. Impregnation Cruise Ch. 04: St. Barth and Disco Night "Oh yes, darling. Fuck me good," replied Penny. Charles threw Penny's legs over his shoulders as she lay on her back, then plunged his massive hard cock into her gaping love tunnel. It slipped in easily, having been well prepared with my fingers, and he ground his pubic bone against her clit, eliciting a shrill yelp from Penny before she then pressed harder against him. I moved around behind her head and reached forward to squeeze and caress her nipples while Charles thrust into her, hard and deep. The intensity of their love making was such that it couldn't last for long. After only a very few minutes Penny was gasping for air, her breathing fast and erratic as Charles pumped into her like there was no tomorrow. Suddenly Penny froze, her body going rigid as she let out a high pitched scream of ecstasy, cumming hard, completely impaled on Charles' massive organ. I squeezed her nipples hard as she writhed on the bed despite Charles' weight on her. It took a long time for Penny to return to earth from wherever her orgasm had taken her. Slowly her breathing became more regular and slowed and she opened her eyes to look firstly at Charles, then at me as her body stopped shuddering. Charles gazed down at her lovingly, as he also gazed at me, and then slowly resumed his movements inside her. He hadn't cum yet. I left my position by Penny's head and shuffled around until I was between Charles' legs. Here I had a perfect view of his cock plunging and out of Penny's sopping cunt, his balls swinging in their sac against her ass. I reached out and grasped his balls, my hand moving back and forth in time with his motion. I tightened my finger and thumb around the neck of his sac and pulled them downwards gently. I'd heard it said that pulling a guy's balls down like this prevented or delayed his orgasm; now was a good time to find out. I began by decreasing the movement of my hand, allowing him to stretch his balls downward each time he thrust into Penny. I then stopped my hand altogether so that when he was out as far as he was able his balls were in their natural position but when he thrust he stretched the ball sac. The deeper the thrust the greater the stretch. He was thrusting deeply, at least five inches, so his balls were stretched that much each time, eliciting a grunt, possibly of pain, with each thrust. I also squeezed harder, compressing his balls with my hand. Charles was obviously quite fit. For the next ten minutes he maintained his stroke, unable to cum due to the tension on his balls, unwilling to reduce his thrusting due to the pleasure it was giving him. During this time Penny showed obvious signs of approaching a second climax, her breathing becoming rapid and shallow and her hips thrusting to meet Charles. Suddenly she let out a squeal and thrust upwards, cumming hard once again as she sought that extra depth of thrust inside her sopping cunt. Charles was too engrossed in trying to cum to pay very much attention to Penny. He continued plowing into her, heedless of her cumming, seeking only his own release. A few moments later Penny relaxed and lay beneath Charles, inert, simply a love tunnel for his cock. I decided to take pity on him and released his balls. Within a few seconds he plunged as far as possible into Penny then lay still, his face screwed up, eyes closed, gasping for breath as he released his potent sperm inside her. He relaxed onto her, which very soon had her gasping for air and struggling to push him off. This brought him back to reality and he took his weight on his arms, much to Penny's relief. They gazed at each other, then kissed gently and lovingly. Although I would have liked that kiss, I felt no jealousy towards Penny, knowing that Charles had plenty of kisses he would give me tonight, if I played my cards right and refrained from being a bitch as I had at breakfast. After we had cooled off together in Penny's shower, we headed back for the deck and helped ourselves to a snack as we watched the other passengers returning in the lighters from their day ashore. That evening there was a dance after dinner. Because dancing could be a contact sport, and to enable non-partners to dance together without any embarrassment, it was stipulated that everyone attending the dance must be clothed, although the type of clothing was unspecified. Charles and I discussed this; my initial though was to simply wear some semi-transparent panties but Charles pointed out that sexiness is often enhanced by hiding but almost revealing what it was that others want to view. So a flimsy G string may be sexier than nudity, for example. I looked in my wardrobe for what I could wear and found a small black dress with a halter neck. It was designed to be worn over trousers and a white top, but if I omitted these items and simply wore the dress it might look hot. I tried it on and checked the mirror, liking what I saw. The thin black strap behind my neck covered my nipples as it went over the front of my body to a waist band, leaving the sides of my breasts fully exposed. The waist band sat low on my hips and supported a full short skirt which stopped level with my crotch, obviously designed to be worn over trousers. I spun around quickly and the skirt flared up to show my hips, pussy and ass completely naked. I liked what I saw. I added a pair of low heeled shoes and I was ready for to dance the night away. I left my room and went to visit Charles. Charles opened the door a few seconds after I knocked and let out a low whistle as he saw his dance partner for the night. "Wow, honey, you look good enough to eat right now. Are you sure you want to dance and not just make love?" "I'm sure. I'm also pleased you like it." "Like it? I love it." He stood aside and I entered his familiar room. He was almost dressed and had on a pair of very tight black leather trousers and a black leather jacket which sat over his shoulders and down his back, but which left his chest almost bare. I stepped away from him to obtain a better view and noticed his cock was very obviously semi-erect and pointing vertically upwards in his trousers, the head stopping only an inch below the belt line. "You look hot," I said, snuggling in to his warm chest, "If I arouse you I guess your cock will grow and push its way out the top of your belt, so I'd better behave, at least at the beginning." He laughed and looked down, checking out what I said. I ran my hands over his chest and reached up to kiss his lips, giving him a really smoochy, sexy kiss. I rubbed my body against his and did everything I could to arouse him short of stripping him naked. I then stepped back and looked at his cock once again. It had lengthened and the head was now behind the belt. I put a finger into the top of his trousers and felt the soft bare flesh almost at the same level as the top of his trousers. Hmmm, I thought, a bit of arousal on the dance floor, a bit of movement to lower his trousers and he'll be exposed to the world. We kissed again and headed to the large hall where the dance was to be held. Once there, we found seats at a table, sat, ordered drinks and waited until it began. A few moments later two more couples joined us at the table and we began chatting about inconsequential things, the weather, the cruise so far, and, of course, sex, because after all that is what most people were there for. Like Charles and I, the couples had started off as singles and got together for sexual adventures with each other and with other couples. They also indicated that they were quite willing to swap partners this evening or later in the cruise, and judging by the way in which the women eyed up Charles' bare chest and the guys checked out my breasts and pussy, now exposed as my dress pulled up when I sat, swapping seemed to be on the agenda sooner rather than later. I wasn't quite sure how I felt about that. I welcomed having sex with other men, but I was a little less welcoming of other women who wanted to have sex with Charles. What was happening to me, I wondered. The band started and most couples rose for the first dance, a fast number which soon had Charles and I hot and sweating. We sat again half way through and had a quick discussion about partner swapping. Charles suggested maybe instead of swap and leave, we had a mini-orgy in his room, if the opportunity arose. I agreed that would be an excellent idea. The next dance was slower, a foxtrot, and Charles and I really enjoyed dancing close together, feeling my bare nipples, once the dress fabric moved, rubbing on his bare chest. I could also feel his hard cock in his trousers, well, mainly in them I thought as I looked down and saw the head peeking out shyly above his waistline. We returned to our seats and found one of the couples engaged in some hot action, both with their hands under clothing, kissing each other and obviously arousing each other sexually. They glanced at us as we sat down and then continued their activities until a few minutes later with a gasp the female partner came. They then straightened their clothing and resumed normal conversation with us as though nothing untoward had happened, which was probably correct on this cruise. A few moments later the other couple re-joined us from outside, both looking somewhat dishevelled and breathing faster and deeper than if they'd just been watching stars. I looked at Charles, who grinned back and me, then whispered in my ear "Our turn yet?" I nodded and whispered back "Whenever you like." Charles pulled his chair over to mine and I leant back against him as the music started for a faster dance. We decided to sit this one out and Charles cupped both my breasts under their coverings with both his hands. He started pinching, twisting, pulling and squeezing my nipples, making them stand out hard and large and send surges of pure lust to my groin. After many minutes of this he moved his right hand down to my pussy and began caressing it gently, stroking my clit and pussy lips, spreading my copious fluids through my open trench and finally pushing one, then two, fingers inside me. The hard rhythm of the music combined with the rhythm of his fingers inside me pushed me towards an almost instant orgasm. I pressed back against him, my hand finding the head of his cock peeking out of his waist belt. I needed more, so carefully undid the buckle and the top button, freeing his cock considerably as I began stroking it. The music ended and the two couples returned just in time to see me cum, clenching my lips to suppress my moans as my body vibrated and tensed against Charles while his fingers worked their magic inside me. We danced all the slow dances but skipped most of the faster ones, just enjoying holding each other and pressing out bodies together. During the evening we discussed many aspects of our relationship, both very apologetic about the morning's disagreement, allowing us to grow together more. We also chatted with Tess and Paul, and Ray and Fran, our table mates, and each couple also found they were falling deeper in love as the cruise progressed. We joked that it seemed to be that sort of cruise, and we all wondered how our relationships would stand the test of reality. The last dance was, as is tradition, a slow waltz which Charles and I really enjoyed. I lay my body against him, feeling him moving warmly through the thin fabric, or lack of fabric, of my dress as I rested my head against his bare chest. It was heaven and I wished it could have lasted forever. Once the music stopped we returned to our table and were joined by the other four for a final drink before retiring. "Seems a shame to end the night so early," said Ray, "How's about we continue the party in a cabin?" We were all for it, as were Tess and Paul, so we decided Charles' suite would be the best as it was largest. After we'd finished drinks we all made our way downstairs to his suite. Charles poured us all drinks and then we sat round on the foam pads on the window seats, watching the night slip past as the ship sailed ever onward. Conversation was at first stilted because we all suspected what we were all there for but nobody seemed to want to broach the subject. Finally Charles took the lead. "These cabins aren't built for six hot bodies so the aircon has difficulty coping," he began. "Therefore, if you want to remove any clothing please feel free." He set an example by stripping off his jerkin. He was closely followed by Ray and Paul who removed their shirts, and after a bit of discussion between Fran and Tess, they both removed their tops. Not to be outdone, I flipped the halter neck of my dress off so I was also naked above the waist. "Isn't it strange," said Paul, "We've been running around on the ship naked for a few days now but when it comes to getting naked together in a cabin we're all of a sudden shy. Right, I'll start the ball rolling." He stood and stripped the remainder of his clothes off, placing them on the floor in a corner. By the time he'd turned around everyone else was busily stripping naked, putting their clothes in easily remembered places. We resumed our seats on the foam pads. "Fairly obviously, we've all made love with our partners before tonight, so that means we each have two other people to sample tonight," said Charles. He looked at me and smiled, "Fran, may I have the pleasure of your company for a while please?" Fran blushed and looked quickly at Ray, then stood and took Charles' outstretched hand and together they went to the main bedroom, the one that Charles and I usually slept in. I felt a surge of jealousy, which was quickly stifled when Paul offered his hand to me. "May I be your partner for a while, Cherie?" I took his warm hand and together we went to the other bedroom, leaving Tess and Ray to pair up and use the foam pads in the lounge. Once we were in the smaller bedroom Paul opened his arms and wrapped them around me, kissing me, cuddling me, making me feel all soft and gooey inside. As we stood there embracing I felt his cock grow and move upwards against my leg. It felt huge and I really wanted to reach down and feel it, but I knew that the time for that would come soon. Still holding me, Paul sat on the edge of the bed and used his knees to spread my legs outside his. He then pulled me downwards, causing my knees to bend. Using his hands he pulled each of my legs onto the bed until I was spread-eagled with my legs each side of his hips and, of course, my pussy gaping wide open with his hard cock pressed between my pussy lips. I felt so sexy, so wide open, so needing to be fucked. Paul pulled me against him, kissing me hard, using one hand to tease my nipples and breasts while the other held me against him from the center of my back. Then he began moving hip hips, slowly rolling them back and forth, gently plowing my furrow with his rampant member. Gradually he increased the motion, pulling back further and further each stroke until the critical distance was reached and his cock sprang upwards and pressed into the entrance of my love tunnel. He stopped his movements and put both hands behind my ass and pulled me towards him hard, forcing his cock into my well-lubricated and ready cunt. He was huge, not only in length but in thickness as well. He seemed to move into me for ages, the mushroom head of his cock spreading me wide until it hit the end. My clit still hadn't been touched by his pubic bone. I gave a wriggle, trying to get more in, but gave up, letting him stay in control. He stood up, holding me in place with his strong arms, then gently and gradually let me down, sliding his cock slowly further into my body as my weight came partially onto my pussy and his cock. Then I felt it, the pressure I so love against my clit. I held on there with arms and legs wrapped around him as he pressed my back against the wall and started moving up and down, pushing in harder, then releasing, harder, release, time and again. It felt wonderful. My cunt felt stretched, full and so, so sensitive. After that he waited until he was fully inside then carried me in place and he lay on his back on the bed, his ass at the edge, legs hanging down, pelvis thrust up high. I automatically dropped still further onto his cock. The pressure inside was enormous and quite painful, but it was a wonderfully sexy and erotic pain that I wanted more of. He began moving me back and forth, using me as his fuck toy, as his inflatable doll, as he fucked me hard, keeping his cock fully in me as he moved it back and forth, pressing the end, rubbing my clit. I had never felt anything like this before. I heard myself gasping, then I screamed as I came hard on his cock. He never let up as my body writhed on him, he simply kept up the slow and steady pace. Slowly I came down from my high and still he kept up the steady pace, grinning up at me, somehow knowing exactly how it felt, exactly what he was doing to me. I would have to teach this method to Charles, I vowed. A short while later we hear a subdued scream followed a little later by another from the other rooms. During this time Paul had continued the constant rhythm and I was approaching my second orgasm. Then he stopped. Oh no, I thought, what next. Effortlessly he lifted me off his cock and placed me face down on the bed. He then stood up behind me, spread my legs wide with his feet, then plunged into my cunt once again from behind. I could feel his cock pushing upwards to the end but this time there was no stimulation on my clit, which I usually enjoyed so much. He was a changed man, fucking me hard, in and out rapidly as he obviously built up to his orgasm. Suddenly he was there, pushing hard one final time, he let out a series of grunts and I felt his hot cum squirt against the end of my cunt. He stayed there like that until he had sent a good six or eight jets into me, then gradually relaxed. After a few minutes he pulled out of me and rolled me over onto my back, telling me to keep my knees bent and legs apart and he'd send Ray in for a session. Almost as an afterthought he told me I was a great fuck. I felt used; it hadn't felt like lovemaking, just sex, and I guessed that's really what it was. Charles was my lover; to these other two guys I was simply a warm tunnel to fuck. Oh well, that was fun anyway, I rationalised. A few minutes later Ray came in, his cock shining and partially erect. He had obviously cum and I had a bit of work to do before he would be hard enough to be of any use. However, although I'd cum, I had also been aroused until I almost came again so I was horny and frustrated. He sat on the bed and traced up and down my thighs with his fingers, then he put two of them in my slushy cunt, feeling around inside, pulling them out and spreading Paul's cum on my pussy. "Looks like Paul had fun," he said. "Oh yes, he sure did," I confirmed. I reached over and held his hardening cock, stroking it gently. "Do you want to put this monster into my poor little cunt?" I asked, suspecting that he would respond to such imagery. He did. "Oh yes, baby, I'm gonna put this monster so far up your cunt that it'll come out your mouth." While I was left to picture this imagery, which defied all the biology I knew, he lay next to me and kissed me on the lips, then moved down and sucked and nibbled my nipples. With foreplay done, he lay between my legs and placed the head of his now rigid cock against my opening. He pushed and slipped in easily. I felt Paul's cum being pushed out as Ray's cock filled my cunt until his pubic bone pressed hard against my clit. Oooohhh, I loved that feeling. He then began moving quickly in and out, fucking me hard. It only took a few strokes before I was cumming, clenching his back, raking my nails over his skin as he kept on plowing into me with no let up. I don't even know if he was aware I was cumming or not. Impregnation Cruise Ch. 04: St. Barth and Disco Night I came down from my orgasmic high a little, still being pummelled by his cock, and as the movement continued it began to push me higher once again. I felt myself climbing the slope, nearing the top then as Ray let out a stifled cry I screamed as I came again, enjoying the feeling of yet more hot cum being injected into me as my own orgasm washed through me, causing my body to shake and tremble beneath Ray, who had now relaxed and was still. A few moments later he pulled out, kissed my lips, thanked me, and said goodnight. He went out the door and shortly afterwards I heard the sounds of the two visiting couples leave and Charles was standing at the door. "Hi," I said shyly, wondering how I looked with my just fucked hair, semen all over my body and my cunt gaping wide and filled with cum. "Hi," he replied, then moved to me and lay down beside me, kissing me sweetly, gently and lovingly on my lips. I responded, throwing my arms around him, kissing him back hungrily. "Make love to me, please darling," I murmured in his ear. Charles picked me up in his arms and carried me to his big bedroom where he laid me on the bed and then spread my pussy lips and looked inside. "You are so full of cum," he said, "It looks like you've had an army cum in there. I don't usually like cream pies but tonight I'll make an exception." His insatiable cock was hard as a rock as he inserted it and we made sweet passionate love for the next half hour. He brought me to two more orgasms and then he came in me, and we drifted off to sleep with me nestled in his arms, his cock nestled in my cum filled cunt.