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Cruise Ship Fun

By: joelafayette



This is part 1 of 2. Part 2 will be published within one week of part 1.

Author's note: The allure of the big black cock wouldn't exist if race didn't matter, and the more it matters, the hotter it gets. This is an honest look into the minds on both sides of a bisexual, biracial group encounter. It might offend if you can't handle a little bigotry even among characters that change for the better, but if you get to the end of Tanner's submission, I hope you agree it all ends well. I appreciate all honest feedback! The story is equal amounts MF and MM with lots of first times.

*****

"That's good, you're almost there, baby," Tanner said, running his hand lovingly through Claire's hair as her head bobbed up and down on his cock. They had been dating a few months, and this was Tanner's nineteenth blow job from her talented lips. He had an obsession with numbers and couldn't stop counting if he'd wanted to; his mind tallied things up on autopilot. Claire was always learning and improving; that was one of the things he loved about her. And she was good the first time she sucked his dick. Now she was in complete control over his every sensation and could make him cum almost at will.

Tanner enjoyed a great view of the Miami skyline through the tiny cabin window as they floated out of port. He heard a loud noise as someone walked down the hall. Claire tensed up, no doubt due to nerves since her boyfriend shared the cabin with three other dudes, and they were still waiting for someone to deliver their checked baggage. "It's okay, I used the deadbolt."

She relaxed and regained her focus. She was being noisy with her suction and would occasionally pull out and slap herself in the face with his cock to play to her lover's visual appeal. After a few minutes of slow build-up, Claire knew she had him and was ready accept his donation. She gently cupped his balls and gave a series of slow power strokes, her tongue coating the sensitive underside of his penis as her strong suction slid up and down the length. She drooled all over him, her saliva coating his balls and wetting the sheet below.

She gently pressed the pad of a finger against his anus, knowing through trial and error that this was the stud's most reliable cum-trigger. He had been a little freaked out the first time she tried it, but now he knew the supreme pleasure it delivered. He pushed his butt towards her to encourage the insertion, but Claire just teased the entrance. It was enough. Tanner felt the wave come to a peak and welcomed that joyous burning sensation right before everything explodes. He flexed his leg muscles and groaned loudly, spewing the first few high-pressure volleys of semen into the back of her throat. He'd been saving up for the trip and knew the load was huge, but Claire's talented mouth had no trouble with the heavy flow.

As Tanner's orgasm died down, she lifted her mouth off his softening member and looked into her man's eyes with a satisfied, confident gaze. He saw her tongue move in her mouth as a few seconds went by, then she swallowed. Claire had a genuine love for taking loads and always let it fill her mouth and stimulate her senses a little before swallowing. She gripped his shaft and milked it one more time, bringing a final glob of white cum to its tip. She made a great show of licking it off, then used her tongue to coat her upper lip with the sticky fluid. She smiled up at him, then licked her lips and swallowed a few more times, getting rid of the evidence. "God, you're getting great at this," he muttered.

"That was a big one, thanks," Claire said. She leaned in for a kiss, but Tanner turned away. He'd always been curious about being snowballed like that, but he always lost interest after a climax. He was always surprised by this, knowing later he could get aroused by picturing the look on her face right now with semen coating her lips. She patted his thigh and stood. She was toying with him, knowing full well he didn't like to kiss right after. "Whatever." Usually giving freely, now she was mildly annoyed. The kinky girl has always wanted to kiss him and make him taste his own sticky load. Plus they wouldn't get a chance to get her off before dinner. They were already late.

The couple left Tanner's cabin and headed to their first dinner in the ship's formal dining area. There were twelve other people from their church singles group on the cruise, six men and six women. Despite the ideal ratio, there was only one other couple, but they had just started dating. Seating was assigned, but in their case only to the group name, not individuals. Since they were the last to arrive, Tanner and Claire did not fit in the two tables of six. There was one table for four next to them with the final two seats allocated to the group. A couple they didn't know was already there enjoying an appetizer and drinks. Their next six nights would be spent dining with this couple.

Claire was an expert at reading emotions. She had grown up a little shy and as such was a great listener. Her dad, while not sexually abusive, was an alcoholic and beat her and verbally abused her regularly before her mom had left and eventually remarried. Having to read her father's emotions at such a young age, while tragic, gave her valuable life skills. She noticed some or all of the members of their group were giving them the cold shoulder, perhaps because they were late, or perhaps because they were dating, she wasn't sure. She also noticed that Tanner's bump in mood from the blow job was quickly fading. Even though he smiled at the people across the table, he couldn't hide the truth from her. The other couple was black, and Tanner would have issues with that.

But Claire was quite happy with the arrangement. The church group annoyed her sometimes, while these people were new and exciting. Even though she grew up in North Dakota in one of the whitest towns in America before moving to Richmond, VA after college, she had no such prejudices. The lady's name was Sharice. Claire could tell her warm greeting was sincere. Bob was tall and handsome, and she got a similar good vibe from him.

The group got to know each other over a couple drinks during dinner. Claire used an occasional drink to help with her shyness. If she had been seated with the Baptists, she and her man would be the only people drinking, and she would be self-conscious. She was from the Midwest, and her man was from Virginia but had just finished a four-year tour in the Army. They just didn't fit in the southern church crowd that well and probably fit in better with two black people that had come from completely different walks of life. Sharice was older, at thirty. Bob was five years younger, the same age as Tanner. They quickly found out Sharice had three kids already from one or more other relationships. These kids must have been at home with a kind relative, because Claire could tell how relaxed and stress-free the mom of three seemed.

Tanner carried most of the conversation with Bob and Sharice, while Claire did what she usually did in a new group, which is mostly listen and observe. She was very horny and easily distracted, because Tanner didn't go down on her earlier and finish her off. Bob was always trying to bring her into the conversation, asking her what she thought about something or what she liked to do. He was being a gentleman, and it was turning her on. Her stiff drink had cleansed her palate, but she thought she could still sense the faint taste of semen on her breath. That made her think about the sticky load that had just slid down her throat, and then that made her think about what Bob might be like in bed. 

She loved Tanner and thought about him often when she satisfied herself, but she didn't mind fantasizing about what Bob might be like. What the hell is the matter with me? Her legs rubbed together, and she wished she could reach down and take care of the itch between her legs. She was very good at scratching her own itch. But Claire knew what she really needed. I need to get fucked. I can't stand it any more. Claire was a 23-year-old, very atypical and very horny virgin. Rubbing one out would only temporarily satisfy her, while the underlying craving for cock that had grown so much since she started dating Tanner would only grow, pestering her constantly until she caved to her biological urges.

She honored her family and her religion, refusing to rebel while living at home through high school and a small, local college. Tanner was her first boyfriend, and she had thought she wanted to wait until marriage like she was raised to do. Tanner knew that and stayed with her anyway. She was no fool; she knew he was attracted to her in part because of her innocence, and that he was confident he would get it soon. He was right. Claire had already told herself Tanner was the one and had proven his love was real, and if she caved on this trip, oh well. But he had booked them with their church group, and like good, unmarried Baptists, they bunked same-sex. Bad logistical planning might save her virginity for a little longer.

Her compromise was the blow jobs, and oh how she loved sucking dick. She had only held one penis before Tanner's in her life, and she didn't get to do much with that one. She was intimately familiar with every part of Tanner's manhood and had grown very fond of servicing it. She scared herself knowing how much she loved doing something that made her feel dirty, without crossing that line of having intercourse. His penis was perfectly shaped, perfectly sized, and had the perfect aroma to her. She couldn't imagine wanting any other cock, and she couldn't wait to surrender her virginity to it. Tanner serviced her orally with the same enthusiasm, at least when he wasn't on a cruise. They showered together, occasionally shared a bed, and shared their hearts, but so far despite their undeniable sexual chemistry, after three months they still weren't fucking.

Meanwhile across from her, Sharice was happy to have met a nice couple on their first night. She and Bob were good with people. The key was their sincere, positive attitude towards others. That's why even though she knew for sure the white guy at their table didn't like them at first because of obvious reasons, they were winning him over. His girlfriend was adorable, rarely speaking before the second drink was in her, but making each word count. By day five of the cruise, they had really gotten to know each other just through their time at dinner. That's when they shocked the other couple by admitting they were booked as part of a swinging group. Indeed, by day five, Sharice had been intimate with a dozen other men onboard, and Bob had his own share of fun, mostly in the same room. Tanner asked them all about it, and to Sharice's surprise, Claire seemed very interested and not put off at all. The quietest, most conservative looking ones are sometimes the wildest, she reminded herself.

Bob had grown more fond of Claire with each night. She had no idea how much he wanted to fuck her. He was in a swinger's paradise and had already bedded a handful of willing, beautiful women. But his thoughts were consumed by the mysterious white woman at dinner. She was pulling off the shy, innocent librarian look very well, her poor fashion sense somehow enhancing her sex appeal. Bad clothes couldn't hide her killer body forever. The best part was that he sensed beneath the surface there was a sexual monster waiting to be released. He wondered if Tanner wasn't getting the job done. She had the look of someone that wasn't getting any but really needed it, and he and Sharice had both noticed their relationship deteriorate a little more each day.

I've got something big and black to put out those flames for you, baby. He wasn't being selfish. He had a beautiful woman of his own that could bring out the fire in any man. Tanner would never be the same after a night with Sharice. Even though the group became closer as the cruise wore on, it was obvious that Tanner and Claire's relationship might not survive. We have to help them.

Day six of the cruise was a day at sea as they returned from their exotic locales, destined to arrive in Miami the next day. Claire was super horny that morning, because she hadn't had an orgasm all week. The virgin had developed a daily masturbation habit that was suddenly put on hold when she boarded the boat. Two of her roommates were gone early for breakfast. The last roommate was in the shower. She couldn't wait. She rolled to her favorite position, on her stomach with her legs closed tight, pressing her finger between her clenched legs just enough to find her clit. Their cabin was on the lower levels, and she felt the ship's engine vibration in her loins. She would have no trouble reaching orgasm. But the shower water cut off quickly, and she was no longer guaranteed privacy. Her arousal faded amid the fear of discovery, leaving her frustrated and hornier than when she had woken up.

Breakfast was no fun. She wasn't clicking with Tanner anymore, despite boarding the boat with a rock-solid relationship. He didn't even come to her room; she had to seek him out topside at the buffet. He had a short temper with her and seemed easily irritated. They had left the show the night before and not talked. She had no idea what he had done the rest of the night, and she had even beaten her Baptist roommates to sleep. The sexual frustrations due to having no privacy had combined with a bad day tour on Grand Cayman the previous day and soured their mood.

There had been talk of breaking up. He knew he had screwed up by booking the trip as part of a church group, resulting in same-sex lodging like they were kids at camp. Claire had dropped hints that the cruise might be a good time to push her sexual boundaries, but it seemed he'd given up and wouldn't even try. She felt undesired. She had to admit, she wouldn't want to lose her virginity in his cabin that felt like barracks or a dorm room. But he should still try or be happy just being romantic. Claire was inexperienced sexually, but her calibrated emotional radar wouldn't let her lie to herself: her fault or not, Tanner just wasn't that into her anymore. Add to that the fact they weren't gelling that well with the church group either, and she felt helpless and lonely.

After breakfast, she went to the top deck to exercise in the solarium. She was doing the one thing that consistently improved her mood. For the second day in a row, Tanner didn't join her. But she didn't let that bother her. It was Tanner that had encouraged her to start a workout program a few months ago. She had been offended at first, but as she began to do it and get more energy and see her figure improve, she was sold. She was following up her lifting workout with quarter mile intervals on the treadmill, all with a great view of the entire boat and the ocean to motivate herself.

When she was finally spent, she stared into one of the many large mirrors as she recovered. She had really come to love her body, imperfections and all. She still wanted to drop about five to ten more pounds to flatten her belly more and give a little gap between her legs near the top in that problem area, but she also had never looked this good before. I'm ready to put this body to use. And that was the moment things clicked for Claire. She was no longer going to be passive and wait for her man to work things out, nor would she continue to play the blame game. She was going to win him back and lose her virginity.

She loved this part of the cruise atmosphere. With people sunbathing mere feet from her outside and her church group nowhere to be seen, she was totally comfortable blending in with just a sports bra and spandex on the bottom. Her face was flushed red from exertion, and her nipples poked through just a little as they often did after a workout. Her tits were never huge, but she barely fit into a C-cup bra before she had started dieting. Now she wore the same bra comfortably, the fat mercifully coming off her thighs and belly at a faster rate than her chest. She thought what little fat did come off her breasts just made them more proportional, symmetrical, and beautiful. She was displaying a decent amount of cleavage today. She knew she probably needed a sports bra with thicker padding and more coverage if she was going to run sprints, but it was worth it to get this look.

She left in the same outfit, catching a couple chiseled men checking out her rack before meeting her eyes as she walked by. She loved the attention. She could sense the testosterone in the air. These men had to be pretty dedicated to fitness to continue to workout during a vacation filled with gluttony. If only they knew months before she was a plump virgin from North Dakota who could barely hold a conversation. Well, still a virgin, she corrected herself.

She found Tanner waiting for her wearing pool attire in the hall by her door. He had managed to keep his abs well-defined despite gorging himself four or five times a day the past week. Claire was jealous of his metabolism.

Tanner looked at Claire with pride as she sauntered towards her room. She's come such a long way. He was seeing evidence of that rare occasion when someone went through real, lasting change. She would be fit for the rest of her life. He was proud of her, but at what cost did she arrive at this moment? He had badgered her into this diet and exercise regime. A wish for her to be "healthy" inevitably came across as "I won't love you as much if you stay fat," no matter how much you try to sugar-coat it. He had felt like he was settling a bit when he started dating Claire due to her extra weight, and now after falling in love with her, he was ashamed by the memory.

He gazed longingly at her sweaty outfit, her nipples poking through at him, the camel toe in her tight spandex showing itself from time to time as she adjusted her stance. I can't believe you've never been fucked. Tanner was attracted to her innocence and had always wanted to be with a virgin. He'd only experienced one night stands and prostitutes. I have to be the one to break her. He probably would have broken up by now after months of abstinence followed by a week of not getting along well on a cruise, but he'd invested too much time. It was embarrassing. But he couldn't talk her into putting out if they didn't get along. And so for all the wrong reasons, Tanner decided to just be kind and spend quality time with her, and that's what would ultimately work the best.

"Damn, you look good," he said. He went in for the hug, not minding her sweaty body, and followed it up with a lingering kiss. Claire was hesitant at first, since they had shown little affection for each other the past few days. But the kiss was a welcomed change, and she channeled all her frustration into it, pressing hard into his body in the middle of the hallway as her tongue entered his mouth.

She sensed something had changed in Tanner's attitude. "What's going on?" She gave an unsure smile.

Tanner would normally be annoyed by her tone and stopping the kiss, but he didn't let it get to him. "We have one day left. Let's make it work." He proposed they go to the pool and talk.

She agreed and went in to change to her bathing suit. This time, she wasn't happy looking into the mirror. The outfit sucked. She'd blend in with her group, but the rest of the cruisers seemed very happy in much skimpier outfits. She blamed Tanner, who seemed to judge her if she did not stick to conservative dress. But deep down she knew she couldn't blame his controlling attitude for all of this. I'm scared to flaunt it in front of people I know, like the church group. She covered her suit with a small shirt and shorts to go to the deck. Then in a rebellious act of protest, she took off the shirt and just carried it.


Cruise Ship Fun Ch. 02



Author's note: Part 1 gives a lot of build-up and much needed back-story to this cruise ship adventure. We pick up here after Tanner and Claire agree to let the other couple dominate them. Tanner explores his bi side and overcomes his prejudices while his girlfriend finally takes her hot new body for a test drive. This story has roughly equal parts MM and MF.

*****

"We're going to need more cock for these two," Sharice said. "They deserve it."

"The twins are available. I talked to them before dinner," Bob said.

Sharice patted Claire on the back. "The two best cocksmen on the boat. Besides Bob, of course. Only the best for you guys. I know they've been wanting to play interracial since they came on board. You can trust them, they're good guys. Go with it and it will be super hot."

"Twins?" Tanner gave a questioning look to Claire. She shrugged her shoulders and smiled. She was definitely happy to go with the flow it seemed.

Bob went to use the bathroom phone to make the call, figuring Tanner needed a break to recover from the shock of his first man-on-man experience. Sharice saw that Tanner was embarrassed and heading towards negative town. He still had his hands on the edge of the bed, and a gentle nudge from Sharice put him back in a good doggie position. "I'm not done fucking you," she said as she re-lubed her dildo.

Tanner felt a little more vulnerable bent over versus on his back, but at this point it was small potatoes compared with what he had just done with Bob. His confidence was high, and he was ready to admit he loved getting fucked by Sharice. He grinned and playfully shook his butt at her, enjoying the sensations as his heavy balls and swollen cock flopped back and forth and tugged at sensitive flesh and ligaments in his perineum. The squishy feel of lube in the entrance of his hole reminded him of the pleasures he'd already experienced. He arched his back more and really popped his butt out there to make his hole more accessible, just like he knew he'd want a woman to do for him if he was taking her doggie style.

Sharice pulled his right cheek to the side. She had no trouble finding the hole, and the dildo sank all the way into his hungry bottom with no problem. He grunted again as his ass protested at being reopened after a few minutes of inactivity. Sharice set a slow tempo, wanting to drag this out until others arrived.

Free from Bob's affections for a moment, Claire moved to the edge of the bed where Tanner's hands rested. She wedged herself between them, propped up on her elbows and leaning over the bed slightly so she could reach him for a kiss while Sharice fucked him from behind. "You look so hot doing this," she said. She peppered him with short pecks on the lips while they looked into each others eyes as he was drilled. Claire's legs were spread wide, and her left hand found her crotch. She slid a finger inside and moaned. Realizing how aroused and wet she was, she slid a second finger into her pussy and began to work them in and out slowly while she kissed Tanner.

She usually only masturbated with one finger inserted, if any. Two were uncomfortable, one was just right. Now two feels just right. Claire felt like the physical parts of her virginity were gone now based on the looser fit. Back home in her bedside drawer was a rabbit vibrator from Amazon that came just before the cruise and remained in it's packaging. Even if she didn't get fucked tonight, now she knew she was ready for penetration and would be enjoying having that toy stuffing her pussy later.

Tanner was torn, occasionally kissing and focusing on her, occasionally staring ahead blankly, overcome by the stroking of his ass. He could tell Claire was incredibly turned on. The horny virgin's body was undulating and moving as she pleasured herself and moaned, unable to sit still as the bottled up energy consumed her. She wasn't putting on an act; she was very horny and losing control.

Then she teased him more to get his full attention. "I want you to fuck me, baby. I'm ready. I wish you were in me right now." Tanner loved what he heard and smiled. He was trying something he'd been curious about for a long time, and soon after that he was going to take his girl's virginity. Then Claire raised her eyebrows mischievously, smiled, and looked past him as the bathroom door opened. "No rush. Perhaps a bit later," she said as Bob appeared.

Ever the inclusive team player, Bob didn't interfere with their kissing or Sharice's stroking. He patted Tanner on the back affectionately, then reached out and squeezed Claire's breast gently. "Sorry for neglecting you, darling."

Sharice pushed harder with the dildo, the jolt separating Claire and Tanner's lips for a second. She caught the white girl's eye for a second, and she returned her smile. Sharice was happy she was enjoying watching the lewd, dominant act on her man. That bode well for the virgin's budding sex life. "I'll be happy to break you in next if you want, gorgeous," Sharice teased her. Claire's smile got bigger, but she didn't offer a comment, instead resuming her make-out session with Tanner. She felt Bob's hand at her crotch, and she removed her own hand as a single digit from Bob entered her vagina again.

Sharice reached around and clasped Tanner's cock, finding him rock hard again. She gave him two pumps as she reflected on how annoyed she was that she had forgotten her bigger dildo. Tanner was ready for more, but she didn't know how long it would be before the twins arrived. She didn't want to lose momentum. She knew Bob couldn't fuck him yet either. The plan was for him to have sex with Claire first, so he needed to remain clean and potent for her pussy.

Tanner's analytical mind counted involuntarily as he was plowed: it had been over fifty strokes since she had bent him over the bed. He tried to cum. He knew that was the only way his aroused, weak mind would stop the madness. Until he shot his load, he was a slave to the black couple's desires. He could tell he was near the apex of his arousal and building toward release. But Sharice has slackened her grip on his cock, and he needed a few more strokes to give him release. The sensations in his ass were fabulous now, but they alone could not make him cum.

Then he felt Sharice's hot breath on his neck and her breasts on his back as she leaned in close to whisper in his ear while he kissed Claire. Her hand squeezed his cock but didn't pump it. "I'm going to make sure you get to try the real thing later. Don't you dare refuse. You want this." Tanner moaned. His was conflicted about consenting to the ultimate taboo act, yet the thought almost made him climax. Sharice released his cock, postponing Tanner's elusive orgasm. He barely noticed the cabin door open.

Sharice left the cock buried in Tanner's ass as the twins entered, letting them know without saying anything exactly what role each player had. She wasn't sure what Bob had told them. Tanner and Claire stopped kissing and were staring. She pulled the cock out with a wet plopping sound. "Sit on the bed," she commanded and pointed. Claire and Tanner obediently moved so each sat on the side of the bed facing one of the twins. "Claire and Tanner, I'd like you to meet the twins: Amadi and Asante."

The men looked completely identical. They both smiled. "Respects," the one in front of Tanner said.

"Why don't you properly introduce yourself," she said. Both men were wearing the same white robes the cruise provided. On cue and in unison, they untied the robes and parted them, revealing chiseled abs and completely shaved pubic regions. They were both also packing some serious size. The twins' ebony complexion was just a little darker than Bob, and they were shorter, about the same height as Tanner. Their heads were freshly shaved. Sharice continued, "White people, please greet our guests appropriately, and you know what I mean by that."

The twins took a step forward, putting their cocks a few inches from their faces. Claire looked at Tanner. They knew what was expected. She turned and took a closer look at her twin. She wasn't sure if he was Asante or Amadi. He was flaccid, but his size was already impressive. He was circumcised, unlike Bob. She didn't see a stray hair anywhere. He had great attention to detail shaving, and his smell was neutral. They exchanged smiles as she reached out and clasped his shaft. She pumped it twice before taking the complete stranger into her mouth.

Tanner was numb by this point and out of control. Fuck it, why not? He reached out just like Claire, taking his own twin into his mouth. After a few sucks, both men were completely hard. It was impressive. They might not have had the same length as Bob, but the girth looked comparable, and they were still noticeably longer than Tanner. He let the cock slide out of his mouth, as did Claire. She kissed hers on the underside once before looking at Sharice.

"Get back in your positions," Sharice commanded.

Tanner resumed his standing position, bent over with his hands braced on the side of the bed. His legs were spread wide, his hole presented. "This one's ready for a little more size," he heard Sharice tell the twin. "Take him now if you want."

"Hell yeah," the twin said. "Lube?"

Tanner looked in the large mirror on the wall to the side. The black man looked great. He had a flawless physique, a confident look, and a huge cock. He hated him. He was already annoyed that Sharice had acted like his ass was hers to give away. Now the black man moved into position behind him, mounting him like he owned him, about to take him like a dog takes its bitch. Tanner knew what the young stud was about to do, and he knew he should stop it from happening. The man's enormous cock glanced off his left butt cheek. Tanner wanted to turn around and punch him for even thinking he would let the guy fuck him, but he was too aroused. He belongs to the lesser race. This isn't the way it's supposed to be. If anything, it should be the other way around. We dominate them. But Tanner's racism worked against him, feeding his submissive dark side, making him even more turned on and powerless to stop the act.

"Tease him until he signals and begs for it," Sharice told the twin. "He won't make you wait long."

Claire was on the bed in front of Tanner again, but this time on her hands and knees. She got his attention again, initiating a kiss just as the large head was pressed against his pucker. When the black man pushed the first time, the large head didn't even pry open his hole at all, it just pushed it in with the surrounding flesh. But the twin backed up and gently probed a few more times, and the slippery head began to wedge itself in. Then Tanner felt the burn as the head began to open the tight muscle guarding his backdoor. God, he feels huge. The twin backed off, the pressure relieved. Then he was back, and this time Tanner stretched around the head more, the burning more intense. He grunted with Claire's tongue in his mouth. Tanner sensed he was breached now, the way open to his conqueror. But the twin waited at his entrance, presumably for the signal. Tanner didn't see the point; the head seemed to be inside. It counted. The jerk didn't wait for my signal.

Then he backed off again, and Tanner's hole closed. The voices inside Tanner's head screamed for him to stop, but the desires of his flesh were too strong. A new personality had taken root in his mind, and he was was unable to resist his burning desire to have the large cock inside his body. He looked into the soft, loving eyes of his girlfriend and wondered what she would think later. In a final act of resignation and submission, Tanner reached back and put his hand just above his butt crack and gave the agreed-on signal: two fingers pointing towards his soon-to-be filled backside. The cock returned again with force, but it missed the target and pressed hard about half an inch above the hole. He's too stupid to know why it won't go in. "Wait," Tanner said and scooted his butt forward.

"What is it?" the twin asked, acting annoyed.

"It's just too high," Tanner said. He backed up his ass again, and this time the twin put it on the right spot. Tanner grabbed his shaft also, ensuring the head was at his hole. His humiliation was now complete as he guided the cock into his own body, practically begging the twin to fuck him. "Here..." Tanner's sentence was cut off and turned into a grunt, because the twin shoved it in as soon as Tanner repositioned him. Strong hands gripped Tanner's hips and pulled him back as he bore down, dilating and relaxing his opening as best he could. The twin slid part way inside. Tanner felt the penis slide between his fingers and knew he had taken about half of it. It hurt. He stretched. All the prep he had done seemed useless. He was nervous because a real man was behind him, and his muscles clenched around more girth than anything he had taken before. But this didn't stop the insertion, it just made it hurt more. His first time was not going to be easy.

"Yeah, there it is, he did it," Sharice said. She had a satisfied look on her face, having orchestrated the seduction to perfection.

Determined not to betray his innocence, Tanner grunted softly but did not cry out. He couldn't look Claire in the eye, so he hung his head down in shame. It was done. I'm getting fucked by a damn nigger. I couldn't sink any lower than this. Why can't I stop? His lover probed deeper. He imagined each inch of cock stuffed into him took away more of his manhood and took him down a path from which he could never wholly return. The thrust seemed to hit something inside and stop. Not content with his partial conquest, the twin backed out just an inch and angled himself differently to better fit into Tanner's inner workings. He drove forward again, and this time he bottomed out. Tanner felt his hips flatten against the globe of his ass. I'm now completely feminized and dominated. I'm changed forever.

Both Bob and Amadi watched the act. This was a significant moment in Tanner's life, and it deserved the full attention of the group to witness. Bob loved that look on a man's face the first time he takes cock. He could see the fear, pain and lust all conflicting with each other and showing on his face. He wished he was the one deflowering Tanner, but as he eyed Claire's sexy behind, he was confident he would soon get a similar opportunity.

"Damn, that's tight," Asante said as he began his first withdrawal. "Good squeeze." Tanner's ass felt great around his cock, and he felt very lucky to have walked into this situation. He and Amadi were identical twins and took the mirror twin concept to a whole new level. Both men considered themselves bisexual, but while Amadi always seemed to be more into women, Asante was lot kinkier and preferred sex with men.

"He's virgin," Sharice said. "I mean, he's never been with a man."

"Not no more," Asante said, chuckling.

Sharice had been slowly pumping Tanner's penis, trying to make the experience more pleasurable for him. He was rock hard until the cock first entered him. He faded to a semi by the time Asante had bottomed out. After a few more seconds, Tanner's erection had completely disappeared, leaving a tiny, shriveled piece of flesh that turtled back in fear, symbolic of his lost manly potency. Sharice had nothing substantial to work with and released his flaccid member.

Asante began a steady fucking using full strokes, the head barely lodged inside on the backstroke, his hips flattened against Tanner's ass moments later. The second thrust was easier than the first for Tanner. The third was better again. The pace quickly increased. Asante used Tanner entirely for his own pleasure. There was no respect or concern at all for his conquest. Of course, he knew this would turn Tanner on anyway to be used like this. Tanner turned to look at the face of his stallion. All he could do was moan, like a female porn star, like he never had before. He got an appreciative nod from Asante as the man continued his assault.

Tanner thought he hated the man, but he knew he loved the act. It wasn't physically pleasurable yet like when Sharice had fucked him with her petite dong. Now it just hurt. He only had to relax his muscles to enjoy the dildo, but Asante's cock stretched his canal above it's natural limits. But the taboo aspect made it hotter for Tanner in his mind, and he knew he would be thinking of this moment for years to come when he needed to reach orgasm, even if it made him feel guilty to relive it.

Claire was happy when Tanner finally looked up again and met her gaze. He was apparently resigned to his fate and willing to move on with the consequences. She grinned, confident he would see there was no mockery in her expression. "Ah, baby, is he fucking you?" she teased. She moved forward to his side enough to see the black shaft pumping in and out of her love's ass. It was incredibly arousing to see her dominant boyfriend being used like this. If they have the power to do this to my man, just imagine what they could do to me.

"I'm going to play a little, Claire," Sharice said as she moved behind Claire. Still on her hands and knees, the virgin was a little nervous and stopped kissing Tanner to look over her shoulder, since Sharice was still wearing the harness with a formidable weapon between her legs. "Are you going to fuck me?" she nervously asked.

"Not yet." Sharice lubed up two fingers and gently inserted them rather than the dildo. She kissed Claire's left butt cheek and smiled up at her. "How's that?"

"Nice," Claire responded and arched her back a little more, making her vagina more accessible. Not yet?

"You feel tight still. Have you been penetrated before? I mean do you have a dildo or something you've used in lieu of the the real thing?" Sharice only asked the question as a way of notifying the twins of her virgin status, in case Bob hadn't told them.

"No," Claire responded, now liking the thought that she brought something extra to the table with her innocence. She could read Bob's emotions and knew the act was working on him for sure. No matter who else he was conversing with or looking at, she knew she had his undivided attention. She could see the surprise on Amadi's face. Virgins must be rare in this crowd.

Claire returned to kissing Tanner. It was a little awkward since Asante was fucking him harder now. Tanner was being jerked around a lot and grunting. The two fingers in Claire's pussy worked their way in and out a few times, the way made easy now from all the foreplay and Bob's larger digits earlier. Then she felt a wonderful burst of pleasure completely new to her as Sharice licked her butthole. Claire giggled, happy she had freshened up earlier. Sharice continued her fingering and analingus since Claire seemed to enjoy it.

"Do you do anal?" Sharice asked. "It must be hard on a guy to be around such a beautiful woman with no release."

Claire laughed, appreciating the compliment. "He's never asked," she said, staring into Tanner's eyes inches from his face.

Tanner was still distracted while getting fucked, but he came out of his haze for a moment. "Her oral skills are great. She takes care of me." Bob nodded his approval at that comment.

Sharice had licked all around the hole and teased the entrance, but had not inserted her tongue. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and pressed the well-lubed middle one against Claire's anus. A gentle shove, and the finger slid inside to the first knuckle. Claire's eyes went wide, and she grunted. She had fingered herself once out of curiosity but was still very inexperienced in all things anal.

"What?" Tanner asked his love.

"That's one in the tush," Claire answered with a strained voice. It wasn't bad. The sharp pain was short-lived and somewhat familiar. It was wrapped up into the whole new woman-on-woman and analingus experience, which she wanted to enjoy.




Cruise Ship Fun Ch. 02



"You haven't had much ass play, I can tell," Sharice said. Claire's muscles fired uncontrollably, clenching her finger, a sure sign of an ass unfamiliar with insertion. "You're much tighter than your boyfriend."

Claire just laughed and felt her ass finally relax a bit. She noticed Bob watching the action from the side, gently massaging her breast as his co-conspirator worked her tail. Claire realized that maybe she and Tanner were being dominated, but they were the center of attention, and they had to give consent for anything to happen. Perhaps she was the one really in control, and the other were there to serve her. She was able to kiss the man she loved while other people attended to their nether regions that so interested them. She saw Bob move from her side towards her rear from the corner of her eye as Sharice's finger slid out of her ass. She broke off her kiss and scolded him playfully. "Don't go near me without a condom, big boy. I'm not on the pill." She hoped Bob would get the real message. I think I want you to fuck me, so be prepared in case I get up the nerve.

"Babe, what would he need it for anyway? You're not going to let him fuck you," Tanner complained. It was pathetic. You wouldn't dare let this strange negro fuck you when I've been trying for three months and have professed my love for you. 

Claire was annoyed, just for a second this time though. His jealousy was a sign of affection, however warped and irrational it was. There it is again. He's being insecure, possessive, and whiny, even amid all that's happened. She shrugged her shoulders and grinned, happy to play on Tanner's fears a little. She loved him, but he deserved it.

Sharice threw her two cents in. "You had your chance, Tanner, and now you're having your fun. I suspect Claire will decide for herself what to do with the hall pass you've given her." Asante seemed to feel the same way, giving Tanner several powerful thrusts and a slap to the ass to silence him and remind him that he wasn't in charge.

Sharice's words made Claire realize the domination theme playing over Tanner was soon to be directed at her. She wasn't sure how much further she wanted things to go, but she wanted to find her way back into the spotlight.

Bob diffused the situation, sort of: "We'll be safe just in case the lady decides she wants to try."

"It doesn't matter, I'm going first anyway," Sharice asserted playfully, still mounted behind Claire and not budging. She gently inserted two of her fingers into Claire's pussy again. 

Amadi produced a condom and handed it to Bob. Claire looked at Tanner again, giving him a quick peck to get his attention. Come on, love me back, you curmudgeon. Don't blow a good time. Then she felt a slight bit of pain and more fullness. "Ooh, what was that?" She looked back at Sharice.

"Three fingers. Just getting you ready." Sharice felt the virgin's tight squeeze, but she was generous with the lube and encountered no difficulty with the insertion. Claire wasn't sure she wanted to be stretched out, but she was distracted by the sight of Bob's cock getting wrapped, and the fingers felt good.

Bob had the condom on now over his fully erect shaft. It was stretched thin, looking like it was about to pop, leaving several inches of shaft at the bottom exposed. Tanner caught a glimpse of the wrapper. It was a Magnum. Good lord, they don't even make condoms big enough for this guy. Claire giggled, no doubt imagining the same thing and further annoying him.

Sharice flowed her fingers in and out, enjoying the sight of Claire's large lips and the thought of fingering a real virgin. She had only fooled around with a few ladies before, and none of them were this inexperienced. She had been joking earlier about fucking Claire, but now she began to feel a bit greedy and wanted to take her first after all. "Well, Claire is warmed up and ready," she said, pulling her fingers out and patting her right butt cheek affectionately.

"Ready for what?" Tanner said.

"I'm going to to fuck this horny bitch."

"Aah!" Claire objected, turning to accost Sharice. She sensed the woman was playing with the insult. But she wasn't really sure she wanted her first time going all the way to be with a woman like this.

Sharice patted her butt cheek again. "Should I enter the back door instead?"

Claire realized Sharice wasn't asking her, she was asking the men around her.

"We should take her virginity with a real cock, maybe a large black one like she deserves. Put it in her ass," Bob said.

Claire marveled at how confident and casual they were about her giving up both halves of her virginity and how Sharice wasn't even bothering to ask her permission to pop her butt, but it was actually a huge turn-on. Bob's infectious smile as he looked at her helped. "Don't I get a vote?" she mock-protested.

"No," Sharice said. But then she laughed and added, "What can I do for you, gorgeous?"

"The back door is open for you," Claire responded. Fuck it. Might as well give it a try. I'm not scared of anal, and it's just a piece of rubber. She arched her eyebrows at her boyfriend as she raised her right hand with two fingers together to signal her blessing to the act. She dimly heard Asante say something about cumming soon.

"Saved by the bell," Sharice said as she moved to her side. Sharice pushed Claire's hair to the other side so the group could see her better and cupped her face with both hands. She pointed Claire's head back to the front and addressed Asante. "I want you to finish all over this pretty white face."

"Whenever you're ready," Claire said to Asante, smiling with confidence. This I can do. I've probably even swallowed more semen than her. Maybe I'm ready for anything you throw at me. As if to drive that point home, she felt large hands grip her waist from behind as she waited for the load from the front. Uh oh. Bob is mounting me.

Sharice kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear so nobody would hear her break character, "Love you. And you look gorgeous right now." Claire smiled at the kind words, then turned to look at Bob. His monster cock had swollen more, and she felt the long underside aligned against her crack, the tip visible on the small of her back. She playfully shook her head no at him. "The back door is definitely not open for you." But don't leave. I might let you come in the front.

"He's just teasing you until you're ready." Sharice said.

Bob was where he belonged. Like a seasoned hunter with his cornered prey. The virgin deserved the very best on her first time, and tonight that was him. He could tell Tanner and Claire's love was real, but he had his chance earlier to be her first, and he'd blown it. They would be fine together, but he knew Claire wanted him the most on this night. Of all the ways it could go down, mounting her doggie style just like this was his preference. He didn't need to see her face and connect emotionally. Her nice ass on display as she submissively presented it to him was perfect. He wanted her boyfriend to look into her eyes as he stuffed his fat cock into her. Penetration was imminent. He couldn't wait to be inside her. 

Tanner was nervous with the black man behind his Claire, but he couldn't concentrate because his ass was being fucked hard now. Asante was accelerating his thrusts as he approached orgasm. Tanner tried to use his muscles and grip the large shaft, but he wasn't sure it was helping. Suddenly, it was over anyway. The black cock was yanked out of his ass. Again Tanner could not control his analytical mind. He pumped me 157 times. Asante jumped on the bed and stood next to his and Claire's face. Their lips were kissing lightly again, and Tanner backed up a bit to give the interloper room. 

"Here it comes," Asante said as he stroked his cock furiously. A few seconds went by. He repeated the statement. He grabbed Claire's hair roughly with one hand and pulled her closer. She opened her mouth for him.

Claire awaited her fate. Asante put one knee on the bed to lower himself so her neck wasn't so strained. She stretched out her tongue and lightly pressed against the bottom of the head. At this range, his aim would be perfect. With a triumphant moan, the black man she met five minutes ago who had just fucked her boyfriend's ass exploded into her mouth.

The first jolt of cum was plentiful, the high pressure spurt hitting the top of her mouth near the back and spraying her tongue up its length. A long second went by with a tense silence as the cum pooled in the back of her throat, then two more quick, copious spurts hit her right cheek and her left inside her mouth as he convulsed, effectively coating her with the viscous fluid. Claire inhaled, the strong scent of his manhood filling her senses. She swallowed reflexively, but there was more still in her mouth than down her throat. The next volley hit her upper lip and lewdly dripped down from her tooth to her tongue. Asante pumped his meat vigorously and gave Claire the rest of the most potent load she had ever taken. As his vocal orgasm wound down, he slapped Claire's tongue a few times with his cock as he squeezed out a few final globs, causing semen to trail down onto her chin and then down to the bed. That was the only spillage, the rest of his gift on target. Then he was gone from her view, having gotten what he needed from the couple.

"I should have warned you the twins are heavy cummers," Sharice joked. "Good job."

Tanner had his numbers, but Claire had her science. She imagined her lips must have some kind of chemical receptors that went straight to her loins. It wasn't that she loved the weird taste of a man's spunk, although she didn't mind. But when it hit her lips, it always made her pussy gush instantly with arousal, and this night was no exception. She felt like she could do anything, riding an emotional high despite the depraved way they had violated her already. She smiled at her boyfriend, for a moment overlooking how wearing another man's load might hurt her long term chances with him. She licked her upper lip, spreading the sticky goo that already coated her bottom lip. She smiled and leaned in for the kiss.

This time Tanner would not deny her. Every time she had tried this stunt before, he had just ejaculated and therefore had lost interest. But now he had a critical mass of unbridled hormones coursing through his veins. Plus he felt like he'd earned it, paying for the load in advance by sacrificing his virgin ass. Her sticky lips met his, then her mouth opened. Her tongue entered his mouth, pushing with it a significant amount of cum that she had held for him. His taste buds were saturated with Asante's essence. He almost gagged, but held it in and realized it turned him on. It was awesome. Then he felt Asante slap his ass, then grip both globes forcefully before letting go.

"Damn, that was a great fuck. You honor me with your first time." Then Asante left him. Tanner felt an odd pride as he concentrated on enjoying the load.

Finally, he tried it. This is so hot. Claire kissed him deeply, sharing as much of the load as she could. It was thankfully taking a while to dissipate. She was dimly aware of the sound of the lube bottle being opened again. A large, blunt object pressed against her pussy lips, spreading the cool gel. Bob's cock was at her entrance.

Bob thought about driving forward before invitation was given; but he wanted to make the virgin beg for it. Plus he did have a ton of respect for her. "Damn that's a great ass," he said. "The view is spectacular back here."

"I know, she has such a good bod. I can't believe she hasn't put out before," Sharice said.

The taste of semen was fading, leaving Claire to think more about what was happening behind her. Having spent most of her life a little overweight and shy, Claire felt incredibly confident now flaunting her fit body in doggie style. She had never let on to Tanner how her inexperience was as much about poor body image as it was about religious feelings on premarital sex. Now with her recent weight loss and the sincere compliments the black couple had given her the entire trip every night at dinner, that image barrier was removed. Tanner was more reserved with his praise, or he could have had the same impact on her and plundered her much sooner. When was the last time he said I had a great ass or was beautiful? She had heard the former tonight from Sharice and Bob, and the latter every night at dinner from them. She knew it wasn't fair. Tanner expressed his love differently. But sincere compliments are what made her comfortable in doggie right now.

She knew one thing above all could satisfy her needs and curiosities tonight, and it was impatiently waiting at her pussylips. Bob's cockhead slid up and down the length of her crack a few times, parting and further dampening her lips with lube. He gently nudged it a few times, feeling her muscles just start to open for him. She loved her boyfriend, but he'd never made her feel this horny and sexy. She also loved him more for taking the load and for getting fucked, but that didn't make Claire want to fuck him more. No, Claire was naturally drawn to the strongest man in the room. She wanted the powerful black man for her first time. He was under protection now and asking permission to give her exactly what the virgin wanted. They were clearly done using Tanner, and she was meant to be the next act. She was okay with that. What am I waiting for? 

She pulled her tongue out of Tanner's mouth and gave him a few quick pecks. The cockhead was no longer sliding up and down her lips and had now settled at her hole. "The tip is in a little, you know," she teased him softly. She was taking a chance, but was confident this would feed his submissive mood nicely tonight. He gave a questioning look, but he knew what she meant. "It's driving me crazy, feeling him back there, so big and powerful, not knowing what he's going to do next. I want him to fuck me, baby. He's going to be my first."

Tanner couldn't believe what he was witnessing. His woman seemed so happy and confident, and she was toying with him. He wanted to be annoyed, but his cock finally began to swell again for the first time since Asante's cock had blown out his ass and driven away his erection.

Bob pressed forward a little more insistently, watching her large labia fully envelop and spread around his enormous head, just the ridge showing outside her now. "Ooh," Claire said, feeling herself begin to really stretch. She moved her pelvis forward to escape, pushing Tanner back with her since his lips were pressed to hers. "So big. That was a little more than just the tip." She turned and gave a cute pouting face. Sharice and Bob both smiled at her, and she thought they both looked adorable. She was dying to give them what they wanted. She pointed with her right hand at his cock as if to tell him to back off playfully. But she was done teasing.

"I don't think she signaled yet, you can't put it in," Tanner said weakly. "Did he? Are you still a virgin?" He was jealous as hell, and the upcoming act felt wrong, just like when Asante had mounted him. But deep down he wanted to see this, too.

Claire gave her man a devilish grin. "Maybe? I took the head at least. The extremely large and intimidating head. Let's try again." She pushed her butt back into a good doggie style posture and felt Bob's strong hands at her waist again. She looked back at him and gently clasped his large cock just behind the head. He was rock hard and slippery with lube. Her eyes met Bob's just for a few seconds. They both grinned, but there were serious undertones. A book of non-verbal communication passed between them. I'm finally ready, and I'm giving myself to you.

She turned to face her boyfriend, lowering her torso by going to her elbows now, her genitalia opened more as she arched her back and put her butt up. It was harder to grip Bob now from above, so she reached underneath between her legs and found his cock waiting for her. She brought the heavy unit up, feeling the blunt head part her labia and slide up until it nudged gently forward, the tip in her hole again. With the head mashed against her vulva, she was reminded of his impressive size, but she knew she was ready.

Feeling confident and sexy, she kissed her boyfriend again as she transferred the hand from the cock around her body to the top of her butt crack. She extended two fingers, pointing down her crack towards Bob to give the signal. Fuck me. "The signal has been given," she whispered to Tanner between kisses. Small, feminine hands pulled her cheeks apart gently as a stronger set of hands gripped her hips to hold her in place as the penis began to enter her. 

"Baby?" Tanner weakly protested.

"Shhh," she cooed. "Kiss me while it goes in." Their lips met, and they maintained strict eye contact.

Bob felt her tight, unused muscles resist his advance briefly, the ridge of his cock head stubbornly outside the hole. He patiently applied more pressure and was rewarded as the large head disappeared completely inside her.

Tanner's loving girlfriend suddenly pulled her tongue out of his mouth but left her lips mashed against his. Her eyes squinted in pain. "Mmphff. It hurts," she said in a muffled voice.

Tanner looked up at Bob in alarm, and the guy actually smiled at him and nodded.

The virgin reflexively tried to scoot forward, but Bob's strong grip on her hips held her in place for the deflowering. He drove forward, the strong muscles at her entrance yielding and sliding a few inches down his shaft and holding him in a heavenly embrace.

"Relax, baby, we just got to work it in a little. It's all good," Bob said as Claire finally lost her virginity. His monster cock had already stretched the remains of her delicate hymen and pressed forward halfway into her hole. Once he had passed the virgin's tightest point, she seemed to suck the rest of him in. They had prepared her well, and she was thoroughly lubricated and aroused. There was no more resistance, just a tight, hot squeeze that spread deliciously down his thick shaft.

"Ahhh, ah, ah, owww!" Claire groaned as the pain spread deeper. It was worse than she had expected, and her confidence tumbled. The reality of what she was doing sunk in. As he stuffed more cock into her, the air that had been allowed to enter her during her fingering in an open doggie position was now compressed further until it seeped out the tight seal his cock formed with her virgin sheath. Her vagina farted. As if the intense pain wasn't enough, now she was embarrassed because she couldn't control her unfamiliar bodily noises.

Tanner couldn't see the insertion, but when Claire's pussy queefed, there was no question what was happening. Another man was inside her, filling that sacred space that should be earned through love and persistence; the space he had taken for granted and now lost. She grimaced and stared through him, and the first tear appeared. Tanner glared incredulously. His precious, virginal girlfriend wasn't special anymore. He had been attracted to her innocence so much. Now you're truly just another whore for black cock. Without her virginity, Claire was just like everyone else, and there were so many better women to choose from. Tanner was repulsed by her and felt no empathy for the disgusting slut during her painful de-virginizing. Every time she gave more of herself to another man, there was less of her left to love. And now she had given up everything. He wanted to leave, but he could not avert his eyes from the lewd act.

Bob shoved a couple more inches into her, opening the depths of the virgin's tunnel wide for the first time, permanently stretching her out. Then Claire felt more discomfort at the end of his stroke deep inside her as the head of the long cock pressed hard into the back of her pussy, seemingly driving the breath out of her. She felt Bob's hips mercifully press against the globes of her ass. She had somehow taken his entire cock on the first thrust. At least it can't get worse.




Cruise Ship Fun Ch. 02



As Bob completely buried his cock into Claire, her emotions hit rock bottom. One tear was on her cheek now, and she felt her other eye moisten up. Her pussy hurt so much; this wasn't what she had expected. It didn't feel good at all. She just wanted the black man to cum and get it over with as soon as possible. She focused her eyes on Tanner and could easily read the unmistakeable look of disappointment on his face. While she guessed correctly that fucking Bob would turn him on, she had failed to realize that it would still drive him away from her. She hung her head, hating herself. She had played her V-card for nothing. She wouldn't enjoy the sex, and her man would dump her. The physical pain and the embarrassment of being taken by the black man she barely knew and not having enough control over her budding sexual urges to stop him were too much.

Tanner and Claire were dimly aware of the others telling her good job, but they only focused inward and on each other, tuning them out.

Bob left his cock fully sheathed for a second, basking in his conquest now that he had scored the virgin. He was used to women throwing themselves at him. He was used to white women throwing themselves at him, and he was even used to their men throwing their women at him. But Claire's virginal offering was really special. In another time years ago, Bob would be risking his life doing this to the innocent white girl impaled on his cock. Nothing had changed, just society's acceptance of it. Their women just can't help themselves. But Bob did not look down on Claire for this. He respected her for having the nerve to try. He wanted her to enjoy it, and he knew dominating her like this was something she would cherish later, otherwise he wouldn't have done it. And the reality was, he was being as gentle as he reasonably could.

"Arggh," Claire moaned and looked up again at Tanner. Bob was pulling his cock out of her, and the sensitive tissues throughout her tunnel protested again at the friction and micro-tears caused by the hard flesh vacating her stretched canal. "God, Tanner, his dick is too big. I don't like it."

Seeing the regret in her eyes gave Tanner a brief moment of compassion, and he leaned in to kiss her again. He felt his cock touch the bed and looked down. He was shocked to see his semi had grown to a fully rock hard erection, the tip against his belly oozing precome. What the hell? Is this turning me on?

Bob didn't wait for her to get used to it, nor did he pull his cock all the way out to let her traumatized pussy recover. He began to slowly tunnel in and out of Claire's tight pussy with full, deep strokes. Every thrust found her limits and hit the back of her pussy, his hips flattening her ass cheeks. He pulled out just to the point at which her tight muscles at the opening held the big head, fully stretched open around the thickest part of his organ, then he drove back in.

Bob's escalating pace of about a stroke per second was too much for the virgin, but Claire didn't want to tell him to stop. Maybe he'll cum faster.

Sharice had moved back to Claire's side, and she pulled some of her disheveled hair back to the other side of her neck again and kissed her cheek. "Yeah, that's it. Fuck that stuck up white bitch. Give her the big cock. You bragged while we were sunbathing that you could take some size, girl, how's that working out for you?"

Claire looked at the other lady after her taunting remarks, but she was smiling affectionately at her. It's part of the act. I'm not sure why, but I like it.

Sharice then kissed Tanner quickly on the lips and said, "She's not a virgin anymore, Tanner. We're happy to do your job for you, no worries." It was an understatement, served up just to to tease and humiliate the submissive man.

Tanner was still in shock as he heard the "thwap, thwap" sounds of Bob's hips slamming into his love's ass cheeks as he buried himself deep inside her, accessing areas inside her body that he would never reach with his smaller penis. Or is that the sound of his bloated, huge balls slapping against her? In a matter of seconds, the woman he had loved was transformed. Some strange negro we'll never see again is plowing her pussy like she's a seasoned porn star. He wanted to stop the act before she was ruined further. "Wait, we have to stop..." Tanner started to say as he moved towards Claire's ass.

"No," Claire said firmly. Tanner looked at her, wondering what in the world was going through her mind. "It's done already. Let him fuck me. It's what I wanted."

Tanner obeyed his curiosity and moved forward enough to where he could see Claire's vagina in action, leaning over to get a better view. Bob didn't seem to mind at all, even confidently adjusting himself slightly to the other side and pulling her right butt cheek to the side so Tanner could see better. "How's the vadge?" Tanner asked. Seeing the penetration really made it sink in for him. This is real.

Bob smiled. "It's alright. She just needs to learn to work it a little. I'll leave her in your capable hands to teach her."

The slight diss of his woman's innocence was like a knife in Tanner's heart. He's taking something I've cherished and dreamed about for months, and he barely cares. But Tanner looked closer and saw the truth on Bob's face. He loves that he popped her cherry, and the sex is phenomenal. Tanner felt a brief moment of irrational pride that his woman was delivering this pleasure before reminding himself that he would never experience it. When this giant cock is done fucking my girlfriend, she won't feel as good for me ever again, if she even turns me on enough to want to put it in her.

Nevertheless, the sight before him was impressive. Claire's ample labia were caressing the enormous manhood as the full length slid in and out. The contrast of the dark brown member against his girlfriend's fair skin made the sex more erotic to watch. Bob slowed his next backstroke so Tanner could watch every vein and contour of his unit as he pulled it out of his girlfriend. Her her big lips really stretched and covered over an inch of his shaft along with all the flesh around the vagina, forming a tight circular seal that came out with his cock, making it look like he was pulling her inside out. She looked super tight around him.

When the cock was halfway out, Bob relaxed his grip on her hip, and the tight seal Claire formed with his cock didn't budge, causing his withdrawal to briefly pull her entire body back before Bob gripped her hips to hold her in place again. Then his penis was able exit her body. Tanner saw the ridge of the head ripple beneath the surface of her distended lips before emerging. The squishy sound of the broken seal announced the cock's departure, and Tanner could see her gaping slightly. Her asshole lowered as her stretched pelvic region regained its form. Then Bob drove back in faster then he had exited, triggering another fart from her used pussy. Claire grunted as he bottomed out. Bob decided Tanner's show was over and began to pump her faster. Tanner was surprised at how easily the cock seemed to flow in and out despite the obvious tight squeeze involved. A small smudge of red on her left cheek betrayed Claire's innocence and reminded him that Bob had just popped her cherry.

The effects of the plowing would be devastating. Claire was altered forever inside, molded around a larger unit. That thought fed Tanner's newfound submissive personality, and his cock remained fully hard. He was angry at her for doing it and angry with himself for loving it. She's just another filthy mudshark whore and should be treated like one. Tanner slapped Claire's ass during one of Bob's lengthy withdrawals. "Fuck her harder," he told Bob. In what seemed like a dominant move, Tanner inadvertently further displayed his submissive side by begging the black man to fuck her. He returned to her front so he could look into her eyes. 

"Does it feel better?" he asked.

"Maybe. Not really," she amended with a deep, husky voice. The sharp pain at the front of her pussy was now a dull ache, but the entire tunnel was sore, and the end of each thrust was jarring. For some reason her breasts were painfully sensitive now also.

Then inexplicably another emotional change began within Tanner as he looked into her loving eyes. Now that he knew the act was arousing him, he softened his thoughts and felt guilty. He began to respect her. She was doing what she wanted and not letting him control her. He looked at her in a new light. She was being a trooper. He rubbed her back. It was sweaty, both from her nerves and the energy she was spending holding herself up against his powerful thrusts. Her pale form looked angelic in doggie style with the black man pounding her, her face flushed red with sweat on her brow. She looked happy even as she grimaced, and she was glowing. Her perfectly shaped breasts had begun to jiggle from the steady momentum. The other men around him clearly enjoyed the view just as much. That's my girlfriend. They love fucking her. Tanner was filled with pride. Tonight his timid girlfriend was a goddess. It was her show, and she was living up to expectations. He had to admit this was the most beautiful he'd ever seen her look.

For the first time since her deflowering, Claire smiled. "I can't believe I'm taking him," she said between deep breaths. Then she completely surprised Tanner. Looking through red eyes, she giggled. "I saved myself for so long, just to let this guy fuck me." She puckered her lips, and Tanner kissed her again, but this time he lingered a bit despite the jarring motion of the sex. Tanner was turned on by her jarring motion, knowing that each time her lips pressed into him, it was because she was being driven forward by that huge cock inside her. Knowing her soft moans didn't originate from the pleasure of his kiss, but of her struggles to accommodate his size drove him crazy. Her soft lips finally began to have the same magical effect on him that they had earlier in the relationship. Give us a chance. I am the same woman you fell in love with. We can survive this. Maybe we can thrive.

Bob was fucking her harder now and getting a little frustrated. He wanted Claire to enjoy this, but he knew from experience that sometimes nothing could prepare a woman, let alone a virgin, to enjoy his size the first time they tried it. He loved Claire's submissive deflowering and was aroused by seeing her struggle to accommodate, but that was supposed to be temporary. Plus the virgin just really didn't feel as great as she should around his cock. But all that changed on his next thrust.

The condom was already too tight for his huge penis, and the aggressive fucking combining with Claire's virginal pussy had taken its toll. The thin latex barrier ruptured near the front, and the wadded up remains were forced down to the base of the shaft on his next thrust. A wave of intense pleasure surprised Bob on that fateful thrust as flesh contacted real flesh. Instead of just feeling the dulled heat and pressure from Claire's tight pussy pressing against latex, now her virginal body gripped his shaft in all its glory. Tight muscles caressed and rippled against his sensitive flesh and applied much more intense friction against the enormous cock without the artificial barrier. She was both hotter and wetter. He could fully appreciate the texture of her pussy as a canal specifically designed for this purpose was able to embrace his manhood. His foreskin flowed freely up and down the length of his cock as his uncircumcised unit probed her as nature intended.

Claire too felt the difference, but she didn't know the reason for the change. The condom was abrasive and unyielding. Some of the pain of her deflowering disappeared as a more natural coupling began. But the young virgin didn't know the protection was gone, and Bob wasn't about to stop the sudden rush of pleasure when he could just pull out at the end.

Sharice was to the side again, and she noticed. She gave Bob a questioning look, but Bob kept fucking her. We're doing this to completion.

Claire began to tip the scale and feel just the beginnings of pleasure. Her vaginal opening wasn't as numb with pain anymore, and her clit was responding as the large cock filling her hole rubbed against it with Bob's skilled, angled thrusts. The intense fullness was also starting to light an unfamiliar fire deep inside her that she sensed had the potential to grow into something amazing. She decided it was time to embrace her role and stop feeling sorry for herself. She pushed back to meet her lover's thrusts.

Tanner noticed, and his feelings toward her briefly relapsed. What the fuck, doesn't she have any self-respect? Is she enjoying this?

Bob had been inside many women before that night, including a few virgins. But none of them felt as good as Claire at that moment. There was something about the combination of her virgin squeeze, her ability to take his entire length and stimulate his whole shaft with her tall frame like few women could, and her sudden rush of enthusiasm. Then the virgin turned to him and asked him to fuck her harder! She was red-faced and sweating and still in a bit of pain, but she wanted it. When she did this, she leaned down further and put her chest on the bed, changing Bob's angle of attack. The bottom, more sensitive side of his cock rubbed just a bit harder against her vaginal walls, suddenly pushing him to the edge. Claire took this exact moment to decide to experiment with her muscles, doing her best to milk Bob's thick cock. On this next thrust into her, Claire's unprotected, tight pussy was too much for her skilled lover. Buried completely inside her, his climax hit him with no warning. For the first time in Bob's life, he came before he was ready.

"Oh God, I'm cumming." He wanted to pull out. Cumming in her was a brief violation of protocol. But with the lengthy, erotic seduction of the couple followed by the epic deflowering, Bob's pent-up load was huge. The pleasure of releasing into her was too much, and he lacked the willpower to stop. He groaned loudly and emptied himself into her virgin cunt. He stayed completely sheathed for about three seconds to fire off the first few violent spurts. Then he began to grind against her as she drained his bloated, black balls.

This was the only time in Claire's life she would be able to feel someone ejaculating in her. It was a combination of the force of the ejaculation, the volume of semen dumped into her, and the depth at which it was deposited that nobody else would reach. The warm, sticky fluids splashed against her cervix and pooled up, triggering some kind of hormonal spasm deep inside her and spreading a warmth. She loved it. It felt so dirty and raw. I got the full experience. She looked at her man again. Tanner was still looking into her eyes and sharing the experience with her. "I can feel him inside me," she said with a crooked smile. "His ejaculation," she added when she saw Tanner's confused look. "I think the condom broke."

Tanner's warming feelings for Claire came to a brief but screeching halt as he came to terms with what just happened. She should have been dead to him now, but he couldn't resist being drawn to her. In his mind, the condom did more than just fight pregnancy and STDs. It was a solid barrier than kept the black cock from touching Claire's most sacred spaces directly. Flesh on flesh was much more intimate and permanent. Then he had to contend with the semen also. Undoubtedly a giant load of cum had just been injected into her body, further defiling the virgin's purity. Claire's slut factor had just gone up exponentially. Tanner's mind clicked without his control. There were 84 total thrusts with the ebony phallus from defloration until he busted a nut, not counting the grinding motion at end he used to propel his semen into her.

Bob could relax finally, his spent penis slowly softening inside her. He wore a smug, satisfied grin on his face. He would have liked a longer ride, but no matter. His job was to persuade her to fuck, then break her in thoroughly and use her for his own pleasure before casting her aside. Mission accomplished. Claire got what she needed too. She was deflowered finally and had begun to experience complete sexual pleasure. It would only get better for her.

Tanner moved forward to see Claire's vagina again as Bob slowly started his final withdrawal. His cock flexed a bit when halfway out, indicating that he had truly made his deposit and was in his refractory period. Despite the reduced hardness and swelling, Claire's lips were pulled out with the cock, tight around his wide unit. Then he was out, with a lewd sucking sound due to the vacuum he formed with her. Claire's lips closed back after his cock plopped out since he wasn't pulling her cheeks apart to exaggerate the gape. There was no mess showing outside her, although Bob squeezed his cock one last time and spread a glob of white goo on her clit before patting Claire on the ass affectionately.

Claire needed to rest. "Whew," she said as she turned to sit on the bed. She could feel the group's eyes on her still. She faced Tanner and reclined back to her elbows, her legs spread wide with the knees bent. She wanted him to see the evidence. "I can't believe I just did that." While she didn't particularly enjoy the actual sex, she did enjoy being the center of attention now that she was used to it. She had to play her best card to steal the show, her virginity, but she could tell they were aroused and impressed. It wasn't the virgin sex she'd dreamed about, tender and in love on her wedding night. But she realized that was just a silly fantasy, and the reality she had created was better. How many women could say they lost their virginity like this? She had wanted to be queen for a day. Slave for a day was turning out to be even better.

Sharice was at her side. "You did great. How do you feel?"

"My pussy hurts," Claire said and gave a cute pouting face again.

Tanner stared between Claire's legs at her ravaged vagina. The light reflected off the sticky drop of semen at her clitoral hood that looked like it was about to drop down. Her lips were shiny with artificial and natural lube. In this position, the signs of her deflowering were more apparent. Smudges of red were on her inner thighs and to the left of her clit. Her large pussylips had closed back over the hole, hiding the most severe changes to her body. A tiny hole was visible at the bottom of the crack, and Tanner thought he could see semen perched at the entrance trying to ooze out. Then suddenly the hole widened slightly and semen gushed out with a gurgling sound, flowing down to her anus and to the bed, leaving a sticky trail. Her pussy farted one more time for them. His girlfriend giggled, frustrating Tanner even though he loved the show. What is the dumb bitch laughing at? You let a black guy fuck you and cum in you. Are you a baby mama now; a statistic?

Sharice leaned down and licked some of the semen off Claire, then stuck her tongue in her hole to lap up some more. When she came back up and moved towards Claire's face, the white girl surprised herself by having no hangups at all for the kinky act that was about to happen. Sharice kissed her like Claire had kissed Tanner earlier, sharing the semen with a deep, unhurried open-mouth kiss. "Mmmm, do you like that?" Sharice cooed.

"It's nice," Claire said. The act was off the charts on Claire's kink meter. She never would have thought a woman would be feeding her the semen from her deflowered pussy at the hands of a man that was not her boyfriend.

Sharice reached between Claire's legs and inserted two fingers roughly into her sopping cunt. "Push," she commanded. She brought her fingers out, coated with spunk, and held them over Claire's face. A big drop dangled down. Claire stuck out her tongue, and the drop dangled for a second before landing on it. Sharice shoved her fingers into Claire's mouth, and the girl sucked them dry. Deciding to push her luck a bit more, Sharice gave Claire a series of light kisses while she brought her hand to her crotch again. This time she found a drop of semen that had oozed our of her pussy and remained on her anus. She coated her pinky finger in the viscous fluid, then, looking in her eyes with a playful grin, nudged the finger into her slippery anus.




Cruise Ship Fun



On the way up, he held her hand. That's a start. He asked her what she thought was going wrong and what they could do to fix it. Claire was honest. The church group was cramping their style. They needed time alone. They needed to stop being annoyed at little stuff and work on the relationship. She made a joke about only blowing him once the whole trip. They laughed.

They had a few moments in alone in the elevator as it ascended to the top from the cheap cabins. "Put your hands on the rail," he told her. When she bent over slightly, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his crotch against her from behind. She felt him harden as he talked in a low voice. One hand cupped a breast over her suit. "I know I screwed up and we should be staying in the same room. You deserved my full attention to meet your needs. I want you to know, just like when I took your clothes off the first time, I'm dying to fuck you. You know, when you're ready. You mean a lot to me, nothing's changed."

Claire smiled, but she wasn't sure her man could see. Suddenly he spanked her ass just hard enough to hurt her a little. "Or you could give me thirty seconds now in this elevator, that's all I'd need in your hot body."

"Mmm, so romantic." Claire laughed. "Don't these things have cameras?" She was relieved that his sense of humor seemed to be returning.

"You like being talked to like this?" he asked her.

Claire did. He was seldom assertive like this, and she felt comfortable enough with his love, even though he wasn't saying it yet, that he could talk dirty to her all he wanted. "I love it when you talk to me like that," she said and gave him a peck on the lips over her shoulder. "You keep on like this, and I'll be ready. Too bad we don't have a good location. I want to take my time with you," she teased. But she was serious, and had dropped a hint for the first time. She was sick of being a virgin. If that doesn't get his attention, I give up.

They left the elevator, passing by the bathroom. "Do you want me to take you in there?" he asked "Have you ever had a quickie in a bathroom stall?" He squeezed her hand. The virgin laughed. They walked outside on the Lido deck.

"Maybe in the pool," she suggested, playing along. All around them was chaos. The midday sun strained her eyes, so she put on her sunglasses. A kid bumped her hard as he ran by with three others chasing after him. A band was playing some kind of loud island music. They probably could fornicate in the corner of the pool and nobody would notice. But they really needed to talk. She could barely think here, let alone talk. 

Tanner knew she was right about what their issues were. A lot of their stress was originating from conforming to the church group's expectations and activities. That's why Claire had on a polka-dotted "bikini" that somehow didn't show cleavage even though she had a great set of natural breasts. Her tits seemed to shrink up and hide in the fabric. The bikini bottom underneath her protective shorts covered her entire butt cheeks, looking more like a second pair of shorts than a bikini. She was prettier than all the other women from their group and seemed embarrassed by it.

He didn't want to sit around drinking non-alcoholic fruit drinks and play cards either. And by card games, he meant the non-gambling kind, like Spades. He was so sick of Spades! He knew what to do. He was holding her hand, the first remotely romantic gesture in over a day. "Where can we go and be on our own, away from prying eyes and noisy kids?" He smiled and looked up; the question was rhetorical. They were right by the stairs to the topless deck, an ominous "no cameras allowed" sign was right by his head.

Claire was relieved. She had thought about going up there anyway and had been afraid to mention it. She wanted to let go and show off her new body a bit among people she'd never see again, but was worried her man would get jealous or think less of her.

Tanner might have indeed thought this, but their relationship was on life support. They had nothing to lose. Plus he wanted to look at other women. They climbed the steep staircase. The deck was a circle about thirty feet in diameter tucked behind one of the ships large fins. With the high rails, anyone there had complete privacy, minus the eyes of their fellow adult sunbathers of course.

From across the deck, Claire was quickly noticed. "Oh my God, get a load of this," Sharice said.

"I'll be damned," Bob affirmed. A few seconds went by as they watched Tanner being unsuccessful at appearing nonchalant as his gaze took in as many bodies as he could in the smallest amount of time while his lady looked for a place to sit. "Should we seduce them?" They had discussed it before with no clear answer.

"She looks so fit. That girl could be gorgeous if she took the stick out of her ass and let her hair down and relaxed a bit." It was the first time they had seen the other couple outside of dinner. "It's going to be tough. She's a bit of a prude at least on the surface, and you can tell he's got some repressed racism he's trying to hide."

"That never stopped us before," he said with a sly grin. "We were always good at winning the hearts and minds. They always leave us better people, after all. They took the first step coming up here. I think we've got a shot." Bob was coming off a week of great sex, but with people already familiar with their alternative lifestyle. Perhaps for their last night at sea they could mix it up a bit.

Sharice finally answered the question, not telling Bob anything he didn't already know. "I suppose you do like a challenge. I think I would enjoy watching you fuck her, yes." And I'd enjoy having sex with Tanner.

Bob waved to get their attention.

While Claire looked for a lounge chair and anyone she knew, hoping not to find someone holier than her, Tanner looked around at the bodies and their bare breasts. He felt a surge of pride as he realized his girl was perhaps the hottest there, and he held his own against the men nicely. Everything was a competition for Tanner. Then he noticed who the black couple on the other side was when Bob waved. He was surprised to find himself happy to see their friendly faces. Despite his initial apprehension the night they met due to their skin color, he found their company consistently laid back and pleasurable.

Tanner was grateful for his sunglasses as he approached. He was staring at Sharice's enormous tits. Her bra size must be in those sizes above D-cups that he didn't really know much about. Either children or age had begun to take their toll. They were beautiful, but stretch marks marred the top, the nipples were pointing slightly south, and her gut stuck out a bit from her unflattering position in the lounge chair, making her look every bit of her twenty or so pounds overweight. He realized what he was doing and silently chastised himself for judging. She was a real woman with great curves, and he had to fight back a boner. She was beautiful.

Bob and Sharice were very cordial and disarming as they greeted the newcomers. They acted as if naked breasts were completely ordinary, putting the others at ease. There were no other available lounge chairs with two free ones together, so Sharice happily offered to share. "You guys are facing away from that great view," Tanner commented, nodding at the distant shore of Cuba.

"We're people watching," Bob said. "But now that you're here, we can have a private party." Sharice stood, and they turned the two lounge chairs so they were facing the ocean, away from prying eyes. "Ladies first," Bob said, and Claire thanked him, took off her shorts covering her suit, and half reclined in the second lounge chair right next to Sharice. Bob waived to the guy at the small mini bar. "Cold beer okay, on me, guys?"

"Perfect, Bob," Tanner said appreciatively. They were delivered promptly.

Bob loved this deck. Bare titties for his viewing pleasure, and the service was faster than on lower decks.

Tanner sat at the foot of Claire's lounge chair with Bob on Sharice's so they could all talk easily over the breeze and engine noise. They made small talk for a bit. Claire couldn't help but notice Bob glancing from time to time over to her, his eyes meeting hers after briefly taking in her entire form. He could have been more covert with his sunglasses, but he turned his head towards her with a sly grin, almost as if he wanted her to know he was checking her out. It made her blush a little and feel good to have him notice. Claire decided to leave a little less to the sexy man's imagination.

Tanner was in the middle of a self-absorbed monologue and not paying attention. Claire grinned and tried to seem nonchalant as she reached back and undid the clasp on her top, sliding it off to reveal her breasts.

There was an awkward moment of silence as Tanner forgot what he was saying and the others waited. He was surprised how casual Claire was about it. Surely this was his prudish lady's first public topless episode. Then Sharice spoke up. "You have an amazing rack." Claire laughed, the tension defeated by the blunt remark. "I'd kill for a pair of perfectly-sized, perky tits like that. I have jugs." She laughed. It was obvious Sharice was secure about her own body and was just lifting up a friend. Claire was mildly uncomfortable with the attention, but quickly warmed to her nice words. 

Tanner was conflicted but getting used to the idea of his girl showing off her beautiful body and felt an odd pride. Shouldn't I feel jealous? And it was a topless deck after all. She'd stand out more with her top on.

"Oh crap," Claire said. "We left the suntan lotion in the room didn't we? I'm going to be pasty white everywhere with red tits."

Bob was thrilled Claire had decided to bare her breasts. They weren't huge, but large enough to turn heads, and their shape and form were flawless as far as he could tell. She had almost zero tan, but the effect made her white form seem more angelic and innocent. "We've got you covered," he said and nodded at the bag next to Sharice. She pulled out a bottle of SPF-50.

"We can burn too," she joked.

"Ah great, thanks," Claire said and held out her hand. But Sharice squeezed out a big dollop on her own hand and sat up, leaning over Claire's semi-reclined body.

"I've got this, girl." Before Claire could object, the black lady had reached out and gently cupped her breasts and begun to gently rub in the lotion.

"Oh my God!" Claire laughed, but not raising her voice enough to attract attention, and she didn't try to stop her. For some reason she didn't want to. The men laughed.

"Wow, they're real, too. I had to check," she teased. Sharice wished she could spend an hour playing with Claire's body. She loved the quiet, shy personality of the girl that went with her nice figure. She had only been with a few women, and certainly no white girls or women with Claire's modest personality. She gently massaged the breasts just enough to put lotion on, resisting the urge to pinch the nipples atop the cute, perfectly-sized areolae. We're in public, she reminded herself.

"Of course they're real," Claire said as Sharice finished prepping her chest for the sun.

"She'll play with your boobs all day if you let her," Bob said. "She's a little bi. Are you?"

Claire shook her head no, but she was smiling, oddly comfortable with the awkward moment.

Sharice did her best acting job and said, "You're embarrassing me," and shyly looked away. Claire gave her a questioning look, so Sharice met her gaze again. "I'm attracted to you, sure. Both of you."

Bob and Sharice did not want to push their friends too much too fast, so they reverted back to small talk. The men gave their girls foot massages as they basked in the sun, per Sharice's blunt request. "We've got it pretty good you know," Sharice said and clicked her beer bottle against Claire's. "Two hard-bodied hunks to attend to all our needs and pleasure us however we want," she joked. The afternoon high sun was doing a great job of casting shadows to enhance the six packs of both the male suitors. "I wish we'd hung out more before the last full day. You guys are so cool."

The group nursed another round of drinks as the sun's harsh rays were mercifully blocked by the large fin of the boat for a while. Claire was starting to get a buzz and feel really good. For the first time on the trip since her mouth was filled with Tanner's cock as they left port, she was having fun. She was on a topless deck! It was an exhilarating experience. She was so intrigued with Bob. His love for Sharice was obvious, yet he kept looking at her in a way that she knew meant he was thinking about fucking her. She also was certain that Sharice both knew about this and encouraged him.

Claire daydreamed for a couple minutes and imagined the tall, strong black man on top of her. She felt herself become moist, and she yearned to reach down and touch herself and finally find her first orgasm of the trip. Damn these lodging arrangements! Tanner gave great oral, if he had privacy to actually do it. She closed her legs tight, worried the signs of her arousal might show through her bikini. She knew from experience that her panties got visibly wet sometimes just thinking about sex, her copious juices flowing quickly.

Claire's words were coming looser now thanks to the booze. After Sharice made an indirect reference to the swinging lifestyle aboard the ship, she blurted out, "How many couples here now have you guys been, you know, intimate with?" she asked, immediately regretting it. She was grateful the background noise made their conversation private. Nobody was even looking in their direction.

Tanner cringed at the question. But he had to be fair. Usually these kind of questions were at dinner with him doing the asking. He now had an appreciation for what Claire went through when he spoke with no filter. But Bob didn't mind at all. "We've had lots of fun," he said evasively. "Lots of fun plus one if we can count you guys tonight." 

It was Claire filling in for the normally talkative Tanner with the quick comeback. "We're in a church group, not a swinging group, Bob." He shrugged his shoulders and the whole group laughed. She was feeling very flirty. The combination of alcohol and the fact that Tanner had basically put them on a break for the last five days with no hint at a future together emboldened her. She was riding a wave of freedom she had never felt. Outside with bare breasts, the young virgin felt even more naughty than the first time she had given oral. It was a great feeling.

Bob was staring at her body again. Confident she had Sharice's blessing, and not really giving a rat's ass what Tanner thought, Claire looked over her head briefly to ensure nobody was looking. When she brought up a towel to her tummy to partially shield against a wavering eye from behind, they knew something was up and looked at her. She spread her legs just enough to give a view without making it obvious, and then reached down between them to hook her bikini with her finger and pull it aside and reveal herself to them.

It was a perfectly timed, covert tease. Bob and Tanner got to see her entire vulva. Sharice saw just the ample clitoral hood at the top from her view next to her. Nobody else saw since they faced the ocean. Bob and Sharice laughed. It was a kind and happy laugh, and she was relieved to see they did not think it a classless act or something. But it was Tanner that was the most surprised. "You shaved!" She nodded. Tanner got an instant boner. He loved her large pussylips, and now they were completely revealed, not hidden behind the virgin's large, light brown bush anymore. She had left a small triangle of closely trimmed patch well above her clit, that was all. Other than that, she was bare. Her big labia were stuck together and pressed to her right side. The eye candy gift over now, she pulled the offending suit back into place.

"Sharice would like to return the favor," Bob said with a nod. This seduction will be easier than I thought. Sharice shrugged her shoulders and smiled back, slowly pulling her own suit to the side. Tanner peered in and saw the black woman's beautiful pussy. In contrast to Claire, Sharice's lips were smaller and concealed by her outer labia, her crack a tiny thin line going up her vulva. The crack itself was smaller in length due to her smaller stature. Then the tease was over.

"I love diversity, don't you?" Bob joked and elbowed Tanner, who seemed to enthusiastically agree with his body language. Bob dialed up the flirting with Claire. "You're wet. That's kind of a big pussy you have there. I like it."

Claire played along and pouted. "Well I'm petite on the inside."

Sharice jumped in. "You could probably, you know, handle some size, if someone offered you the opportunity." Bob smiled at her and nodded. "Bob enjoys someone who can take his entire manhood."

"I could manage just fine, hypothetically," Claire replied.

Tanner couldn't believe it as he watched his red-faced, apparently drunk-off-her-ass girlfriend imply she could enjoy a serving of large black penis from Bob. What the hell happened to my quiet girlfriend that wants to lose her cherry on her wedding night?

"Have you had any, for lack of a better word, chocolate?" Sharice pressed.

"You can say big black cock, you know," Bob joked.

"No," Claire replied, still feeling very flirtatious. I've never had anything. "That's kind of forbidden fruit where I come from."

"Good thing we're not where you're from today," Sharice said. "What about you, good looking?" Sharice boldly took her foot and rubbed Tanner's leg suggestively. Suddenly Tanner was the shy one and just shook his head and smiled.

An awkward few seconds passed as sexual tension lingered. "Good lord, you holy-rollers sure know how to tease," Sharice said. "Why are the women showing it all while the men cover up? Show us what you have, Tanner."

Of course, they all knew that wasn't going to happen. The men were facing inwards on the deck, and it would be a lewd, classless act compared with a quick flash from the girls. "Go ahead, Bob," Claire joked.

"Oh no," Bob teased. "I don't want to prove to the entire ship the rumors that all black men are big is a lie. Sharice is being overly generous." It was an appropriate comment to diffuse the sudden tension, given that Tanner flashed a brief bit of annoyance at Claire's flirting.

"I think we should leave you two to enjoy the afternoon, we have some things to do before dinner. It's an hour later than we meant to stay out. Bye, stud," Sharice said as she gave Tanner a kiss on the cheek before turning with her bag to leave.

"Gorgeous," Bob said as he walked past Claire. She smiled up at him, then they were gone. It was a perfectly timed exit from two experienced seducers of other couples. They left them wanting more, putting absolutely no pressure on them. Bob had been thinking about fucking Claire all week, and seeing her wet pussy made him want to take her back to his cabin with Sharice now and spend the rest of the afternoon enjoying her. He was fairly sure he could get them to do it. But they weren't quite ready yet. Give them the rest of the day to have a few more drinks and miss us. We'll have no trouble closing after dinner.

Claire watched with sadness as the tall, dark, handsome man disappeared down the stairs, leaving her moist and with one less admirer.

"I don't like the way that..." Tanner paused, almost using the N-word by habit. But he felt ashamed and left it out. "That guy was looking at you." But his comment was insincere, and Claire saw right though it.

Rather than start a fight, Claire just touched his hand. "You didn't mind it at all, come on. And I don't mind that you were staring at her chest either. I was staring myself." They both laughed as they gathered up their things. Tanner realized he was about to be an ass, and he corrected his behavior. On the way down the stairs from the topless deck, Claire's top on, they saw two girls from the church group on the far side of the deck one level down in their one-piece bathing suits. They made eye contact, and the girls must have known where they had just come from. Shit.




Cruise Ship Fun



But their mood together continued to improve after a shower and walk to dinner. For a couple about to break up, suddenly Tanner didn't want to leave his lady's side. When they arrived at the huge dining hall for the last dinner of the cruise, he noticed the difference when they greeted their church group at the other tables. Their answers and courtesies were short and with less eye contact. This was their passive-aggressive punishment for being on the topless deck apparently. Tanner turned to his own table and saw Bob and Sharice smiling sincerely, ready to greet them. I'm being treated better by the coloreds than my own people, Tanner thought.

Bob and Sharice made no mention of the topless bar and full-frontals during dinner. They were proving their discretion and selling the idea that it wasn't a big deal. Sharice looked closely at Claire. She was wearing pants. Why, she had no idea. At least her top was sexy. The conservative attire did show her nice figure a little, and there was a teeny bit of cleavage showing, despite her best efforts to minimize her bust with horrible bras. She still told the lady she looked nice as she had told her every night, because it was true; her natural beauty and good heart shined through her horrible fashion.

Claire's was aware of her fashion disasters, but she lacked the courage to discard her conservative attire. She was envious of Sharice. The black lady had no trouble flaunting all her great assets with a tight dress that displayed her large rack, even at the expense of also showing where she wasn't so perfect. She had confidence in herself and comfort in her own body. She loved that the black lady was sincerely friendly to her, not like the fake smiles she got from her other "friends" on board. She was also getting used to the couple checking her out. She'd detected Bob undressing her with his eyes all week, but now she thought Sharice was doing it too! It was more subtle, but she knew it was there. This added to her mystique and apparent limitless confidence.

Tanner and Claire finally saw who their real friends were. It was also the last night before they'd never see this couple again, so they really began to relax and have fun. Over the course of the meal, they ordered three rounds of stiff drinks in full view of the neighboring Baptists. Fuck it, let them judge, Tanner thought. The dinner was the cruise's finest since it was the last night. The courses ran long and delicious, and the company was great. Bob and Sharice left first to go to the show. Then the pasty white, middle class professional Baptists at the next table left with curt farewells and fake comments about how they'd see them in there.

"I like them," Claire said, her hand touching Tanner's when they were alone again. "I'm even starting to like you again," she joked.

"I know," Tanner said. "There's just something about them."

"They are bringing out the best in us while corrupting us at the same time," Claire added. Tanner nodded. He finished his drink, and the two headed to the lower levels of the stern of the ship for the show.

A grand concert hall awaited them. The previous night it hosted a great comedy show. This night would be some kind of eighties musical. The room was three stories high and held tons of people. They were arriving just a few minutes before the lights would dim. Tanner saw his church crowd. About twelve of them were in a cluster of tables with no room to spare, and the tables adjacent were all taken. How convenient. They'd have to make a big scene to squeeze in, and no doubt would be blocking views for others. They could have saved extra seats, but Tanner had a feeling they'd intentionally "forgotten" them. There didn't appear to be any more seating on the lower level.

They went back out of the concert hall and took the stairs to the balcony level. A friendly voice called out. Sharice and Bob were in the very back row waving them over. Sharice greeted Tanner with a kiss on the cheek, as did Bob to Claire. They moved to the side and let Tanner and Claire slip in and sit next to them in the booth designed for a party of about their size. The lights dimmed and the show began. Tanner realized they had great privacy in the back row with the semicircular high walls on their bench.

Drinks arrived quickly, and it became apparent that neither couple really felt the need to watch the show, which helped explain their intentional choice of back row seating. It was a loud musical, and the group huddled close to talk. Sharice felt her bond with Claire growing as the night wore on, the drinks throughout the day helping the shy girl open up.

About halfway through, Sharice excused herself. When she returned, Claire was sitting between the two men, evenly spaced now so she could converse over the noise. A second round of mixed drinks had arrived. It's now or never. Sharice had a plan, and Claire was the key. She strode right up to the group but made no move to sit. Instead, she leaned over the table, giving the two men a great view of her giant breasts down her dress. She leaned in until her face was just a few inches from Claire. Sharice looked dreamily into her eyes, her expression neutral. Claire slowly formed a smile. Sharice made the smooching gesture with her lips and smiled back at her. Will you kiss me?

"Really?" Claire said. She was about to say something else, but Sharice pressed her lips firmly against hers before she could get the words out. Sharice left her lips there locked firmly against her as a wave of confusing emotions washed over Claire. I don't kiss women. But the lips are so warm. Full. Soft. Wet. Sharice's hot breath from her nose warmed her face. It felt good, and she liked it, but she still pulled back. The noise from the show drowned out the smack of their lips. The men stared. Tanner from shock, Bob happy she had finally kicked things off.

Sharice was still a few inches from her. She raised her eyebrows in a questioning expression. Was it okay, did you like it?

Claire saw her man grinning big in her peripheral vision. She had allowed the first kiss since it would turn him on, but she wasn't expecting to like it so much. She had only kissed a few men, and certainly not any women. She leaned in this time to meet Sharice. Their lips pressed together longer, and Sharice moved her mouth a bit to touch her lips at different angles. Claire loved her touch, and the naughty aspect of kissing a girl for the first time fed her urges. She felt the growing emotional connection with her new friend, and she opened her mind and let the nice lady in. She opened her mouth slowly, her tongue coming out and touching Sharice's lower lip.

Sharice backed away, and Claire moved forward, trying to continue the kiss. She opened her eyes and looked at a smiling Sharice. "Jealous?" Sharice said to Tanner as he stared. She moved over just slightly and planted a kiss on his lips as well. This one only lasted a second, just long enough so she could say she had kissed them both. Sharice slid around the table, but instead of passing Claire to sit next to Bob, she settled in the small space between Claire and Tanner. 

Reading the move perfectly, Bob reached over and grabbed the waist to Claire's pants, pulling her assertively until her hips were right next to his own. Divide and conquer. Claire was surprised to be relocated, but his bold move impressed her. Next to Claire, Sharice was already pressed against her man, her hand on his thigh. Bob put his arm around Claire and held her close. The couples talked in lower voices now, each in their own conversation as they nursed drinks.

After a few minutes in their new seating arrangement, it was obvious Claire and Tanner were comfortable with at least some light experimentation, and both Sharice and Bob moved in for the kill.

Claire was very turned on and losing control. While her own man was handsome for sure, Bob was equally handsome but different. Where Tanner oozed familiarity, Bob was a forbidden mystery. Both were strong, yet Bob was taller, towering over the 5'11" Claire and subconsciously making her feel more like a protected little lady. His confidence was apparent in everything he said and did. When he touched her chin after minutes of flirting with his arm around her, Claire knew the kiss was coming behind it and didn't even consider denying him. It's about time. She was grateful they were in the back, hidden away in the darkness where nobody would look. The black man began a slow kiss, clearly in no hurry. It was wonderful. His breath was fresh. His every subtle move caused Claire's lips to tingle. When he left her lips to kiss her neck, goose bumps flared across half her body, and the tingling spread from her lips to between her legs. 

Timing it perfectly, he whispered softly into her ear, "I want you."

"I know," she confidently replied. The cast was singing one of Madonna's songs from the eighties. At least it's not 'Like a Virgin'.

"I know it's a stretch. But I just wanted to make sure you knew you had that effect on me."

The virgin's heart raced. A stretch. Nice unintentional play on words, you well-endowed hunk of a man. She couldn't believe how much it turned her on to hear those words from the man she barely knew, all while his gorgeous girlfriend sat next to her. No man had ever been that direct and bold with her before. Instead of being offended, she was very aroused and appreciative, and she respected his direct approach. He had put in his time to get to know her first. "Haven't you had enough fun this trip?" she countered, flirting.

"I think you would be more fun than all of them. You are a beautiful, caged creature, just waiting to be set free."

I know, she thought, refusing to answer his intent, but kissing him again nonetheless.

While he couldn't hear the black man proposition his girlfriend, Tanner's heart still sank when their lips met. He doubted he could look at her the same or enjoy her lips again. He put the thought out of his mind since they were almost broken up anyway, and he instead focused on the girl on his own arm and quickly began to have just as much fun. He had never been attracted to a black woman before, yet the more he got to know Sharice, the more he liked being with her. I'll bet she has some skills, he reminded himself as she welcomed his kiss. He thought he could never love a woman of color, but it felt good to just enjoy her flesh.

Sharice was into him also. This wasn't just about them seducing Claire. Sharice thought Tanner was very handsome, and it turned her on like crazy that he was enjoying her company enough that Bob was free to work his magic. Give me a chance. I don't know your history, and I don't blame you for your own feelings towards people like us. I'll be good to you and help you see things differently.

Tanner lost track of time. Both couples were lost in the excitement of someone new. They paid no attention to the loud musical going on around them. Tongues were in play now, the kisses deep and passionate. But nobody took it further. Without discussion, they knew this was all they should do in a semi-private venue. But all four knew the explosive potential that had just been unlocked. Tanner felt Sharice's large chest as she pressed against his arm while they kissed. Claire let her hand press against Bob's tight stomach while his hand rested on her thigh.

Eventually the group came to a natural pause. Sharice put her hand affectionately on Claire's thigh and smiled. "Are you having fun?" she asked with a huge grin. Claire let out a big breath and nodded. The drinks were almost gone. The show was winding down. Sharice didn't feel like fighting the crowd and dealing with the harsh light. It was time to bounce and leave the other couple wanting. She remembered something her own mom had taught her at a young age when the skittish family cat kept running away. Be nice to it, but always let it go when it wants. It will return to you. A silly analogy, she thought, but relevant.

"Well," she started, putting one hand on each of the two white lovers next to her. Her pause lasted a little longer than she intended, and everyone laughed. What do you say after what just happened? She chose her words carefully for the pitch. "We don't have any other plans. We left the night open in case you guys wanted to hang out."

Bob jumped in. "We're going to go back to our suite. Give us half an hour. If you want to join us, we'd love it. We'd rather hang out with you guys than another couple, even if nothing, you know, happens. You can come up and have a drink and just relax if you want, seriously. And if you don't make it up, that's alright too, we understand."

They both stood, and Sharice made sure they knew what room they were in. Then she added, "You won't believe it before your first time, but it will make your relationship stronger. We wouldn't propose anything that would come between you two." Then they were gone, leaving Claire and Tanner to talk it over.

Claire and Tanner scarcely said a word as they headed back to their respective cabins. They agreed to meet in half an hour and decide then. Both cabins were vacant, since the other members of the church group had apparently stayed until the end of the show. They both thought about sex the whole time. Claire freshened up "down there" even though she had showered before dinner, deciding to best be prepared just in case. She was as horny as any time she could remember. Tanner was making all the right moves tonight and being a gentleman finally, which combined with her twenty minutes of intense make-out session with Bob to really prime her for sex. She just might have invited Tanner in right then and finally given herself completely to him if they didn't have to worry about the Baptists coming back from the show.

Tanner cleaned up a bit in the backside in case Claire tried to finger his butt like she loved to do. When they met up again in the same clothes, Claire said, "You go first."

Tanner had mixed feelings. He was having a great time, but he knew if things went much further, things were over with Claire, and they were just starting to get along again. He couldn't be with someone long term who would share herself with others, especially a black guy. But he might get laid finally, either with his own girlfriend in the company of others, or perhaps trying out Sharice's pussy. Would it be worth it? Twenty-four hours ago he would have said yes since he was thinking of punting Claire anyway. Now he wasn't sure. His urges broke the tie. He could feel the wetness of a small drop of precome that had oozed out onto his boxers. "If we don't go, we'll always wonder." Claire nodded. "We don't have to do much. And you're a virgin anyway, so it's not like it will turn into an orgy."

Tanner missed the subtle smile creep across Claire's lips. Just the thought of giving it up made her happy. "What about us?" Claire asked, not sure what question to ask and being deliberately vague.

"Let's be honest, do we have anything to lose?"

Claire wasn't sure what exactly might be hidden in that message, but she didn't press it. She agreed, plus she wanted to be with the other couple on their last night, especially since they had flattered them by leaving the night open to hang out. But she also was more optimistic about her future with Tanner now and was hesitant to risk it. If he was a gentlemen all the time to her like he was so far tonight, she'd never want to leave.

"Don't tell them I've never had sex," Claire requested. "Let's go," she said and giggled. She leaned in to kiss Tanner, and it didn't escape her notice that he seemed reluctant to return the quick kiss. She wasn't sure if it was because they were in a wide open hallway or if maybe he didn't want to kiss her after what she had been doing with her lips earlier.

They had to consult the ship's map and then take the elevator. Claire and Tanner were in the cheap staterooms just above water level. From the floor assignment, they knew Bob and Sharice must be in the expensive, nice suites with the great views. Tanner was a bit nervous and grateful for his slight alcohol buzz. He felt responsible for Claire and wasn't sure what they were walking into. Bob answered their knock dressed in one of the white robes the ship provided. He offered a handshake to Tanner and greeted him with genuine enthusiasm first to show respect, then he gave Claire a quick peck on the lips, carefully gauging their response so as to not push too hard. Tanner seemed okay, and Bob invited them in.

Claire wondered if the black man was wearing anything underneath the robe, at least admitting to herself now that she'd like to know. When they entered, she felt like she was suddenly living the life of the rich and famous. The suite was huge compared with their rooms, although still not too big since they were on a boat after all. Everything in the room was nicer and more modern looking. A large king bed in the middle made it an obvious focal point, which differed wildly from the tight bunk beds in their own cabins. Now this is class, Claire thought. If Tanner had sprung for this or even had the balls to ignore the church group and just go dutch with me on it, we would have made love all week.

"Who is it?" they heard Sharice call from the bathroom. Bob announced them. "Oh good, then I don't need to get dressed again," she said as she stuck her head out and smiled at them. "It's nothing you haven't seen before," said with a grin as she came out of the bathroom. Claire's jaw dropped, but she shouldn't have been surprised. Sharice's marvelous breasts dangled free, and she complemented her natural look on top with a very cute little pink thong panty on the bottom. Her bubbly energy had not subsided since the show. 

"Oh, lord," Tanner said, also grinning.

"Hey Claire, I'm glad you all came," Sharice said. She shared Bob's confidence as she greeted Claire with a kiss on the lips. She didn't press her body to her, but when Tanner got his quick kiss, her right breast lightly touched his arm. Tanner's cock jerked and went to half mast. So far so good. She would be happy just hanging out, but she hoped for sexual fireworks between the couples.

Bob and Sharice were great hosts. There were three chairs, which put Sharice sitting on the bed while they talked. Bob served a round of shots from the flavored rum they had bought. "To new friends and low inhibitions," Sharice toasted.

"And what happens in international waters, stays in international waters," Bob added. The shot took the edge off, but the weird flavor was universally disliked and good for a laugh. Bob quickly made mixed drinks for sipping. 

While they made conversation, Claire kept looking at Bob. Now his robe was slightly to the side, and she could just barely make out the contours of his cock in the shadows. That answers the underwear question.

Sharice noticed and ended the small talk. "She's totally checking you out, Bob." He made a show of pulling his robe tighter. Everyone laughed. "Just ask and he'll show you. I think he owes you a peek anyway." Claire blushed and Tanner went with the flow. "It's fair, I'm flaunting it for your man after all," she said and put her hand on Tanner's thigh and jiggled her chest.

"I need another drink," the red-faced Claire said as she reached for hers.

"I have an idea," Bob said.

Tanner tensely waited. What now? The negro will probably open his robe and tell Claire to suck his cock. 

But Bob just smiled and patted his shoulder and said, "You guys should see the deck."

Claire noticed Tanner's emotional shift, his clenched jaw betraying his feelings. He was good at hiding his prejudices and putting on a smile. But he was having to fake a smile less and less, and the great hosts just put him at ease again like they had done well so many times already.