0 comments/ 102163 views/ 9 favorites Bill, Karen, Gillian: Our Cruise By: Houstonrn Author Note: This is the second installment of what may develop into a continuing storyline. My decision to continue hinges on the response from you the reader. Please send me your comments! Good or bad I would like to know what you think of the story and the writing style. Thanks much. BILL: The setting sun reflecting off the Caribbean water was truly beautiful, but as beautiful as it was, in my eyes it paled in comparison to the two women between whom I was standing. On the right was Karen, my wife of three and a half years. The woman on the left was Gillian (pronounced Jillian), my eighteen-year-old stepdaughter. I could tell you what they look like, but my description would not do justice to their beauty. Just accept the fact that to me they are gorgeous, and since beauty is in the eye of the beholder use your imagination for what you think is beautiful. Looking at us you would think we were a very happy and affectionate family, and you would be correct. However, it might surprise you to know how affectionate we are; to know we share one bed, and all that bit of information implies. Six months ago, just before Gillian's birthday and our wedding anniversary, Gillian approached her mother with a very strange request; "Mom, for my birthday I want three things; I want to make love with you, with Bill, and with both of you together." To say the least we were shocked, but Gillian presented several strong arguments, and after some brief protestation we acceded to her request. That was one of the best decisions I have ever made. Instead of one beautiful woman to fuck I now had two, and not only do I get to fuck them, but while they fuck I get to watch and play; we are all active players anytime there is sexual activity happening. A drawback to our relationship is the need for secrecy, and constant vigilance so, as the expression goes, we don't let the cat out of the bag. In these six short months each of us, at one time or another, has found it very difficult to hold our tongue and not brag about our new relationship; about who we sleep with, and the new direction our love has taken. You can probably imagine all the tension that causes, and that is why we are standing on a cruise liner watching the sunset. Last week I came home to find my ladies by the pool, and it was obvious that catching some rays was not their only intent. Both of them were naked and had their heads buried in the other's crotch. I quietly passed through the sliding glass door from the den to the patio, and took a seat to observe their carnal act of mutual pleasure. Just as I sat down, Gillian rolled Karen onto her back, removed her twat from her mother's face, and then she shifted her body around so she could concentrate exclusively on the beckoning pussy. With considerable skill she licked repeatedly up one side of Karen's pussy lips and down the other constantly providing stimulation to my wife's cunt. After several repetitions of the lingual movements Gillian quickly sucked Karen's clit into her mouth applying a pulsating vacuum suction with her tongue and cheeks. Gillian applied then released the suction repetitively causing Karen to arch her hips off the mattress on which she was lying. Then, and only then, did Gillian release the suction and grasp the clit with her teeth. Karen, in orgasm, thrust, and thrust, and thrust her hips upward as if trying to fuck the sky, and from her mouth came a long banshee type scream of; "I'm CC UU MM MM II NN GG!" and then she collapsed with Gillian's mouth still attached to her pussy lips. After about thirty seconds Gillian began to again arouse her mother, but Karen stopped her saying: "Enough, I'm not like you. I can't do that over and over. Let's take a break." "Hi, ladies. That looked fun; sorry I missed the first part." The girls jumped at my voice, but when they realized it was me they relaxed. "You two listen, I have some things I want you to do. Karen, in the morning call your office and have Gladys clear your schedule for the next two weeks. Gillian, you do the same, and if that means Loco-Burger wants to fire you then so be it. Today is Thursday; you have from now till Sunday morning to take care of business and pack." "Pack for what?" they said almost in unison. "How about twelve days in the Caribbean on a cruise liner? ------ Both of you can close your mouths now. I called Alice at Acme Travel, and this is the only cruise departing from anywhere for the next ten days. It's for adults only, so we won't have kids running all over the place, and there is some unspecified theme. I told her to book a suite and our flights. Ladies, we need a break, so get your swimsuits packed. Our flight leaves at noon." In about a nanosecond two beautiful, naked women were all over me; hugging, kissing, knocking me to the patio floor, and in general molesting my body. ------ Damn, life is sometimes so demanding! Our flight and ship boarding were smooth and almost enjoyable; think about that for a moment, how enjoyable is any commercial airline flight. The ship's departure was interesting and fun with music, yelling, and streamers everywhere, but within two hours we were out of sight of land, and that is where you find us now; on the balcony of our suite looking at the sunset. "Ladies, the shower will hold three for water running on body time, or two for elbow in mouth washing, and one if you want to get clean. Dinner is in one hour, but there are plenty of places to grab some food if you don't want to eat in the main restaurant. While you decide where you want to eat I'm getting in the shower." I walked into the bathroom and began to undress; "Oh Bill, do you really want to eat food or would you prefer to eat us?" I looked out the door to see both my women lying naked on the bed with their feet toward me, and with their legs spread so that my focus was on their completely shaved cunts. "Very, very tempting, but I have this growling noise, and gurgling in my stomach? As good as you two look, I need some nourishment, and if you want cock later you have to feed me now. In other words I need food." With that I dropped my jockey shorts and stepped into a relaxing shower. KAREN: That bastard! I didn't really mean that, but here were two beautiful, horny women tempting him with their naked pussies, and he was more concerned with his stomach. In a way I was affronted, but then again I know Bill, and if he doesn't eat and take his pills he turns into a true grouch. Plus, a growing boy, or at least the part Gillian and I want to grow needs sustenance. We girls decided food was the best course of action, but I wanted to get even. As we dressed I thought of a way. For our first meal aboard ship, Gillian and I dressed in light summer dresses. Mine was lemon yellow with lime green flowers and Gillian wore a similar design of pale purple with chartreuse blotches. The dresses weren't designed to wear with a bra, and if the material had been just a little bit thinner the pink tips of our tits would have been visible. As it was, the air conditioning made our nipples stand proud and erect as a beacon for whoever chose to look; man or woman. We all walked into the passageway, and while Bill turned to lock the door, Gillian and I faced him and lifted our skirts to pussy exposure level. Bill's eyes bugged out and his mouth fell open to see us standing in a public walkway with our cunts on display. I causally commented; "Just remember this is what you passed up for food. If anyone takes an interest in these we may just take them up on their offer." With that we dropped our skirts and strode away looking for dinner. I didn't really mean my comment about accepting an offer for outside sex, it was not an ingredient in our sexual melange, but it planted a seed of suggestion in each of us. The brazenness of how Gillian and I acted excited all of us. Bill had a difficult time walking with his hard-on, and I know between our legs, Gillian and I were equally wet. I am positive about Gillian because we sat across each other, and when I placed my foot in her crotch it almost slipped inside her pussy. Bill sat between us, and at different times during our meal either Gillian's hand or mine stroked his cock, and he managed to put a finger or two in each of our twats. It was exciting and fun, and by the time dinner was over we were extremely horny. Gillian chipped in; "Come on, I'm full, horny, and I want to fuck. Lets go to the cabin." "That sounds good" I said, "but hold on. This is a big trip, and while I dearly want to fuck both of you, we can do it later. We know where we're gonna spend the night, but right now we're out so why don't we explore the ship a bit. I want to see some of the floorshows, and do some dancing at the disco. Besides that Bill, if you take us dancing there's a good chance our dresses might get a little too high when you twirl us around." At first there was a disappointed look on both their faces, but at my final comment frowns quickly changed to smiles. With their concurrence we headed to Adventure Land. In the Cabaret Room we sat in a half-circle booth with Bill in the middle. The waiter took our drink order, and we cuddled very close. In a brazen move, we ladies unzipped Bill's trousers and each grasped his turgid tool. Meanwhile, Bill put his arms around our shoulders so he could reach under our outside arm and cup a tit or tweak a rock-hard nipple. When the floorshow began we understood the unspecified theme of the cruise. The host took center stage; "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard the Caribbean Freedom for our tenth annual Swing Caribbean party. The whole purpose of our cruise is to allow you time away from children to do the things, and I mean all the things, that adults might like to do. To set the proper mood for your voyage our theme this year is "The High Seas; Sex It or Leave It." Now, ladies and gentlemen, without further ado the Caribbean Freedom is pleased to present "Exotica." The floorshow was unlike anything I had ever seen. There was the usual dancing and songs, but included in the show were people doing all kinds of fucking. The plethora of combinations, and the amount of sexual juices dripping on the stage was truly amazing. GILLIAN: I'm young, and I have very limited experience with the world, but I'm not completely naïve or unknowledgeable. I know my way around sex, but that show included positions and combinations I wouldn't have thought possible. The scene I liked best had two women, one man, and one male Great Dane. Somehow they got into a line so the man fucked the first woman's ass, while the second woman fucked his ass. Not to be omitted, the dog mounted the second woman and fucked her pussy. That was a great one, but the entire evening was utterly amazing, exciting, and so very arousing. As I looked around at the other passengers I saw expressions of awe and wonder. I also saw people in their booths fucking, or other sexual activities. It's a good thing I pulled my dress up around my waist before I sat down otherwise it would be a sopping wet mess; my cunt was leaking juices like a fire hydrant. "Look guys, I'm tired of messing around. I'm horny and I want to fuck. We can do it here, go back to the room, or I'm striking out on my own." Bill mouthed "here" so I climbed on top of the table, pushed my top down to expose my tits, and pulled Bill's face into my crotch. His lingual member leaped out to stoke the fire along my pussy lip-line from top to bottom tonguing away the excess juices. Moving in tight circular motions he lashed at my labia minor, pussy hole, and clit. I know his tongue would have delved into my ass had I pressed my knees to my tits, and given him the go ahead, but that was an area I didn't want him to explore, and what he was doing felt good enough. I didn't know what Mom was doing, but I guessed she was under the table with her mouth wrapped around Bill's cock. One thing I have learned about Mother is if it relates to sex she likes it, and she is particularly keen on cock sucking; especially Bill's cock. If someone paid her to suck cock she would be a very wealthy lady. But as I said, I didn't know for sure what she was doing, and my supposition was proved wrong when two knees straddled my head, and a wet, hairless pussy covered my face. Bill's tongue action on my clit and Mom sitting on my face rapidly moved me toward a crescendo sexual climax. I wanted to arch my back, but my legs were dangling off the table, and Bill's hands reaching around my hips and up to abuse my tits, prevented me from putting my feet up. That didn't stop me from cumming very hard several times. I came so hard one time I actually bit Mom's pussy lips, but all that did was boost her over the edge of sexual gratification; mother and daughter achieving orgasms together; what a beautiful concept. Bill continued to lick my cunt and take me toward another high, but being a considerate lover I made him stop, pushed Mother off my face and asked; "Bill, have you gotten your nut off yet?" When he replied no, Mother and I took immediate action. We literally attacked him pulling him on to the table and ripping the clothes from his body. Karen, faced toward his feet, slipped her pussy over his mouth while at the same time she grabbed his feet as I pushed them up toward her to hold. With his feet in the air, Bill's cock, balls, and asshole were completely exposed; a fact I took full advantage of as I slithered my tongue around and into that little brown hole. Up to this moment I had never licked any man's butt hole, but how could I resist such a tempting target. The instant my tongue began to lave his anal area a shiver emanated from his very core. I didn't know if it was pleasure, fear, pain, or what; I cared, but Bill wasn't yelling for me to me to stop so I kept right on licking. His anus opened a little as I licked and probed, and when my tongue could penetrate no further I wetted my fingers and slipped one then two past Bill's anal sphincter. I thought he was going to come unglued, but after a moment he began a slow wiggle of his ass, and when Mother momentarily lifted her cunt off his face he said; "That's great, do more!" Of course I, being an obedient daughter, did as directed and lodged a third finger in my stepfather's asshole. That was all he could take at the moment so I turned my attention to another target; Bill's balls. They were very large; larger than on any other male I have ever fucked. I took this opportunity to caress them with my unoccupied hand. I carefully patted, rubbed, and finally rolled them one at a time and together in my fingers. Bill, just as any other man, was tense as I handled those most important, and sensitive pieces of his anatomy, but after a few moments he began to relax; he relaxed until I slurped one into my mouth. With gentle movements of my tongue, teeth, and cheeks I was able to soothe Bill's fears, and when I took the second testicle into my mouth he remained calm. Two of my actions, fingers in his ass and mouth on his balls, lifted Bill to a very high level of sexual arousal. He was as excited as he had ever been despite the fact that as yet neither Mother nor I had touched his steel-hard cock; that deficiency was about to change. Mom saw I was occupied with his lower areas so she leaned forward and sucked his prick-head into her mouth. It was not her intent to make Bill cum this way. She held him in her mouth only long enough to make sure he was wet, and then Karen sacrificed the "I'm getting my cunt licked" position on her husband's face and shifted her groin area toward his monstrous cock (7 inches of very hard and erect cock is monstrous enough for me). With a swift movement she grabbed his cock and placed it, not at her pussy, but at the entrance to her ass. With nary a moment's hesitation Mom sank her body onto the rigid man-tool forcing the head through the anal orifice and into her rectal depths. Just a few minutes ago I licked my first male butt hole, and now I was watching up close and personal as Mother forced my stepfather's cock into her ass. My body was on fire. This was one of those times I wished I had more than two hands because I would have used the third hand to rub my clit until I exploded. All of a sudden, just like a dream come true, I felt a stimulating caress begin to fondle my vulva area. The pleasure of arousal blocked out reason; I didn't question how, or by whom this was happening, I was just glad it was happening. Higher and higher I climbed Orgasm Mountain until at last I crested the top and began the speeding decent on that age-old roller coaster named "I'm Cumming." Only when I reached the end of the ride did I question how; he was young, handsome, naked, and he had a hard cock that I demanded he put in me immediately. That was rather selfish of me, but I wanted that dick inside me. It took him a moment to transition, and I took that time to check on Mom and Bill. My fingers remained in Bill's ass, Bill's cock remained in Mom's ass, and she was moving her ass up and down that cock with both speed and power. The look on her face was intensity personified. It was a look she always, and only, wore just before she experienced a massive orgasm; in this case an orgasm I didn't witness because of events at the other end of my body. While I didn't see Mom cum, I certainly heard her. Not only that, but I felt Bill's ass muscles contract around my fingers several times as he reached the epitome of pleasure. Just as Mother and Bill were cumming I sensed the man's large, rigid cock slip into my cunt. The thrusts were slow and shallow at first, but the tempo increased rapidly, and the length of stroke became deep enough that I could feel pubic hair tickle my ass cheeks. Each in-stroke pulled my clit toward my ass while the out-stroke allowed it to slip under the labia cover; either way my clit was rubbed and stimulated. Each stroke brought me closer and closer to an orgasm of superlative quality. A sudden increase in his tempo signaled my benefactor's impending climax; faster, harder, faster, harder he slammed into my body until the strokes changed to hard single thrusts, and from his mouth came the undescriable, but very familiar sound of intense male culmination. That cry was the final trigger to detonate an orgasm that spread from my cunt throughout my entire body. Only two people, my parents, had ever given me as much pleasure as the person whose cock was now gradually shrinking in my pussy. I let it shrink until it fell out then I turned and grabbed the owner in powerful hug, and kissed him passionately on his lips. Our tongues fought for possession of his mouth; I won, and the prize was the right to explore his cheeks, teeth, gums, and even his tonsils if I could have reached them. Long and hard did I kiss him. So long in fact that we collapsed to the floor, and rolled under the table without any awareness by either of us. At last are mouths separated, and while in a very tight embrace I whispered soulfully into his ear; "Thank you. I don't know who you are, what you look like, or anything about you, but what you gave me just now was beautiful. Thank you." He whispered back to me; "It's very out of character for me to say this, but you're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I saw you this afternoon when we boarded, and this may sound like come-on bullshit, but you made me tremble. I had the same feeling when you walked through the cabaret door, and when the passion level in here became so intense I took the opportunity to touch you in hope you wouldn't turn me away." "Turn you away! Mister, you'll be lucky if I ever let go of you. You have no idea of either how my body feels or the emotions going through me right now. Nope, I've decided, your mine!" After that, with intensity and passion tempered by tenderness I kissed him. It was a kiss, not of sexual arousal, but rather as acknowledgment of the role assumed by this new man in my life. ------ "In case you're interested, I'm Gillian." Bill, Karen, Gillian: Our Cruise "Hi, I'm Mark." We laughed at ourselves, and for several minutes we continued to hold each other very close while we made small talk underneath the table. We exchanged the usual information; you know, age, hometown, occupation, etc. He was twenty-six, born and raised in a town on the other side of my home state, had taken his law degree at State U. where I planned to attend in the fall, and was recently promoted to a junior partner at a very well respected law firm in town. Mark was aboard this cruise with his parents, but I'll let him tell you about that later. In those few minutes we told each other many things, but one thing I held back was my relationship with Karen and Bill. He knew we had boarded together, and he had witnessed us fuck together, but he didn't need to know Karen was my mother. As I processed his personal information and what I knew about this cruise I began to wonder what kind of parents would bring their child, even as an adult, on a cruise such as this; what kind of parents other than those like mine. "Mark, why are you with your parents? Seems odd to come on a cruise, and this cruise in particular?" He hesitated, then I saw him gather his courage; "The cruise is a gift for completing law school. Why with my parents, well they practice an open marriage, and we have a very close relationship." I looked at him intently, and then carefully asked; "What exactly do you mean when you say "a very close relationship?" I've got a pretty good idea, but I want to hear what you mean." He seemed like a cornered animal; as if I had backed him into a corner. "Mark, you look scared, but this is important so I'm gonna take a chance; do you have sex with your parents? " The look on his face was mixed. At first he was scared, but then he relaxed as it dawned on him that I might be in a similar relationship. "Yes. Yes I do. Is it the same with you?" Back and forth we went revealing family relationships. Mark's parents (York and Marion) had brought him into their relationship on his eighteenth birthday. He wasn't a virgin, but they had offered him an undreamed of world of diversity. However, that is Mark's story. MARK: It was unbelievable. I was under a table holding a beautiful woman who made me tremble just to think of her, and we had both admitted we were in incestuous relationships with our parents. How strange is that? In my family a birthday was cause for a big celebration. At a minimum, there were always presents, cake, and ice cream. Sometimes, if the situation allowed, there was a party, or the family went to the lake house for the weekend. The only party I ever missed was when, at age fourteen, I visited Dad's parents at the same time as Jean and Jarred, my older twin sisters, celebrated their eighteenth birthday. It didn't enter my mind that my absence was carefully orchestrated. It didn't enter my mind until my eighteenth birthday. My birthday was Saturday, but everyone planned to meet at the lake Friday evening. Mom and I drove from the valley house, Dad came directly from his office in the city, while the girls traveled from State U. where they were completing their senior year. On the trip up, Mother looked at me; "Mark, this is a very special birthday. It is a time of transition from child to adult. I hope you're excited because we are. There are a few very special, and unique gifts we hope you enjoy." Her comments were nice, but at eighteen I was naive and very self-centered. I didn't detect the drift of her words; but I would. That evening after dinner, and opening presents in the living room, Dad spoke; "Mark, we've had great food, and fun opening presents, but those are not all the presents. Tonight we continue a tradition that both mine and mother's families have celebrated for generations. Each, in our turn, has left behind our childhood and joined the family as an adult. To complete that journey you must undergo an initiation; a sexual initiation.' I didn't hear "a sexual initiation" because at the word initiation I began to get very scared, obstinate, and I almost walked out of the cabin. I am adamantly opposed to initiations because an older friend of mine was killed during a fraternity initiation. After that I swore I would never participate in, or join any organization that included any type of initiation. With the exception of what happened next with my family I have, to this day, maintained that iron clad rule. What made the difference then were two words; family and sex---ual. I trusted my family, and, well put it this way, eighteen, male, and sex go together in a dominating blur. "Mark, we all know how you feel about Lance, that was terrible, but that doesn't apply here. Please hear me out, and then if you don't want to participate you can drive home. To take your rightful place as an adult in our family your task, between now and Sunday afternoon when we leave, is you must have sex with everyone in this room." What an explosion in my head. My dad just said I had to have sex. It didn't matter with whom. I was eighteen, and I was going to have sex! Not only was I going to have sex, but I didn't have to hide; people in this room were going to let me fuck them! Hold on a minute, the only people in this room were Mom, Dad, and my sisters. The realization struck that, as an adult, sex with my family members was okay. "Well Mark, what's your decision, join the family club, or go home?" asked Jean. I was in shock, but I managed to utter I would stay. With that decision a wonderful thing began to happen; Mom, Dad, Jean, and Jarred began to undress, and when they were naked they began to make me naked. I could clearly see what was happening, but parts of my mind couldn't accept it. The part that controlled my aching-hard dick accepted it, but the rest of my body couldn't move; for about a minute, but then a mouth covered my dick, and a nipple wedged its way into my mouth. From that moment on I put my dick in any hole I could find. Jarred received my first squirt, as it was her mouth sucking on me. At eighteen, recovery time is minimal, and that night, in order, I slipped my happy, condom-covered cock into Jean, Jarred, Mom, Jean again, and lastly into Dad's ass. He let me do him first to show there was nothing to be afraid of. I don't remember how many times I ejaculated, but before the weekend was done I had fucked every pussy, mouth, and ass at least once, and everyone had fucked my ass. It was great! BILL: "Gillian, are you going to get out from under the table?" I slowly regained control of my senses after Karen fucked me with her ass; she used her ass just like a pussy and gave me a first-class fuck. Just as I was getting it back together I watched Gillian slide under the table with her mouth glued to, and in the arms of some unknown male. For several years, Karen and I had watched the way Gillian reacted to boys; this was different. I can't explain it, but the aura was new. Because of that, and despite better manners, Karen and I listened in on their conversation. While hesitant at where she was going, I fully understood, and approved, Gillian's decision to reveal our relationship. I am thankful we listened, because had she confronted us with it just as she emerged from beneath the table could have proved awkward. As it was, we knew what was coming, and we were able to look at Mark without fear. Gillian and Mark were like flies stuck to flypaper. They each held tight, and clearly they had no intention of letting the other slip away. We shared our family stories, the telling of which created, at least in Mark, a visible arousal; at twenty-six Mark was still a young hormone container who was quick to arouse, and to re-arouse. I was just about to suggest we adjourn to our suite when two very attractive people approached our table. "Mark, at last we find you. Having a good time?" These were Mark's parents, York and Marion. We introduced ourselves and asked them to join us. The conversation was stilted for a few moments then Mark addressed his parents; "Mom, Dad, chill out. They know about our sleeping arrangement, and the don't care; they have the same kind of relationship as we do." The awkwardness disappeared immediately, and we were able to discuss the particulars of our incestuous families as friends might discuss anything. One of the topics that came up in our talks was Marion and York's open marriage. York told us they had never regretted their decision to take additional sex partners. They were completely up front with each other, which eliminated the need to sneak around and have tawdry affairs, they were able to sate their curiosity about sex with other people, and it added thrills to sex with each other. I asked if it was always one on one and was told that was sometimes that way, but they preferred being together with another couple or small group. Karen and I, not counting Gillian, had never ventured into the world of extramarital sex. It was something we had never discussed, but presented in this context, while sitting naked in our own sex juices it was very evident where we were headed. I looked at Karen with a quizzical eye and she returned a small affirmative nod of her head; in that brief moment we mutually consented to fuck someone outside of our family. "I, and I think Karen, would like to hear more about an open marriage, but I'd like to go somewhere quieter." Marion opted for the 2nd Deck Bar, but York interjected; "Folks, be honest. We're talking about fucking. If we're gonna talk about it we're probably gonna do it. Let's go to a stateroom." Gillian, for the very first time she had ever used the name; said; "Daddy, what you're discussing is really very exciting, but right now the thing that is exciting me the most is Mark. My pussy is absolutely dripping because of him. Would any of you mind if we go down to their cabin, and you can go to our suite?" The die was cast; Karen and I were choosing to fuck Marion and York while our children were fucking in another part of the ship. On one hand it was exciting, but on the other I wasn't ready to let Gillian, my little girl, slip away from me. "That's alright with me, but I have a different suggestion. We have two bedrooms, and I would feel better if my little girl, who is actually a woman, was closer at hand. Besides you might decide you want to play with us." Gillian looked at Mark and much to my surprise, and pleasure, agreed. KAREN: Gillian's actions surprised me. For the first time ever she addressed Bill as Daddy. I don't recall her ever using that name before; not even when she first started talking around Rick (see installment #1 to learn more about Rick.) I didn't see him, but I know Bill got a little misty eyed as she muttered that term of endearment. The second thing that surprised me was her rapid acceptance of Bill's alternate proposal. It was curious that two young people falling rapidly into pure lust, and maybe into love, would choose to go with their parents. I didn't understand the kids, but I understood Bill; Gillian only entered his life four years ago, but in that short time she had fallen into his embrace just like most little girls do with their daddies, and he wanted to keep his little girl just a bit longer. Our suite included a well stocked bar so everyone was able to get what he or she wanted to drink. We sat back to get comfortable, and while we knew the ultimate agenda it was still somewhat awkward to bluntly talk about fucking someone else's spouse. We were all quite for a moment then York looked squarely at Bill and I and asked; "Were both of you virgins when you got married? Sounds like a silly question, but didn't you bring the experience you gained from previous sex partners into this relationship? Whether you were conscious of it or not you brought all those experiences with you. Well that's what you do with an open marriage such as ours; you have sex with other people and bring those experiences back to your relationship." "But doesn't infidelity bother you?" I asked knowing the moment the question left my mouth it was stupid. "Karen," answered Marion, "what we do now isn't infidelity, but that was a huge issue for me when we first got married. I was so scared York would leave me that I would get upset if I suspected that he looked at another woman. I would never let him out of my grasp. That was the wrong course of action. Instead of keeping him close it began to drive him away. He became distant from me, and very secretive. I know now he was just looking for some space to be himself, but at the time I was sure I was losing my husband; I forced myself to back off. That worked, and then we, and I stress the word we, found something different, we share each other. Sometimes we fuck alone, and other times we are simply in the same room, but what we like best is to participate together. I came to understand, and fully accept, that York loves me, and that regardless with whom he shares his body, he will always love me, and me alone. When I accepted that I was able to let go of his leash." I replied; "It was almost natural to share Bill with Gillian. The way it came about was a surprise because she bluntly asked for it as an eighteenth-birthday present; she even directed our first time. Her request initially upset me, but not because of incest; that wasn't a big issue because my mom and dad began to fuck me when I was young. I was upset at Gillian because I didn't want to share, or worse, lose my man, and right now I'm afraid of what might happen if Bill, or I find someone better." Marion quickly interjected a question; "Better at what; sex or life? Better at sex is not likely; different maybe, but not better, and you can bring those differences back to share. Better than life is not possible unless you aren't happy with what you have, and if that is the case you have problems not connected with another sex partner." Like knocking down bowling pins, Marion answered and alleviated all my concerns plus a few asked by Bill and Gillian. When, at last, the topic of conversation died we were left with the awkward question of how to continue. Gillian solved that problem when she stood, took Mark by his hard dick, and led him toward the bedroom. As they left she looked back over her shoulder; "You four do what you want, but Mark and I are going to fuck till we drop. If you want us to join you now that's a problem you'll have to get over. If you want us to join you later we'll consider it. If you don't want us to join you at all, well then you're fools because I know for a fact we're the best fucks here." Without closing the door, turning off the light, or hindering our view in any way, Gillian pushed Mark onto the bed, climbed on top of him, and covered his face with her pussy. All Mark could do was lick cunt, feel tits, oh, and one more thing, he could reach around to stick fingers into her lower holes. I, along with the others, watched with envy as our children join their bodies in pure animalistic lust. My PWF (Pussy Wetness Factor), and the squirming both Marion and I were performing, evidenced our arousal as blatantly as did the erect cocks jutting proudly from the groins of our men. As we watched the sexual activities of the kids I sensed that Bill wanted me to take the lead; doing so would be a clear endorsement of what we were doing. I acted on that perceived wish, but I don't think it was in the way Bill expected. I initiated the adult actions and partner exchanges as I took Marion's hands and guided her to the bed. She followed with intent eagerness, and when I kissed her she returned the kiss with as deep a level of passion as I delivered. Our hands glided over each other's face, tits, abdomen, and pussy. Unlike me, Marion did not shave her entire pussy. The lips were clean, but she left an arrow-shaped patch that pointed to her clit. That was amusing to see, but later I let it be a guide to where I should place my lips and tongue. The pleasures I received from her touch, plus the moans she voiced as I touch her, acted as a natural aphrodisiac. Her moans came in four sound levels getting louder and higher pitched as I explored her body; high when my teeth nipped her nipples, higher when my tongue lapped her cunt from asshole to clit and back again; shriller again when I pushed my fingers into her ass; and highest when I forced my fingers into her pussy causing her to cum repeatedly; just the same as she later did for me. BILL: Karen's choice of Marion as her partner caught me completely off guard. I had frequently seen her with Gillian so I knew she liked the female body, but it never entered my mind she would choose Marion instead of York; I had no doubt she would choose a man. While Karen and Marion seemed satisfied with their choice, it created a dilemma for the men, especially me; I had never had sex with a man. Our options were sit and watch, masturbate alone, or enjoy sex with each other. York made the decision for us as he knelt between my legs, and gave me a passionate kiss in which his tongue fully explored my mouth, then he bent down and sucked my cock to the back of his throat. It was very evident this was not York's first time to suck a dick; his technique was among the best I have ever experienced. Down the shaft he went taking my cock into his throat until I felt his nose on my pubis then up until his teeth lodged against the corona of my dick head. Up and down, up and down until he detected the swelling that comes just before ejaculation; then he stopped. "I can suck you off, or fuck you in the ass. It's your choice, but whatever you choose is what I would like for you to do to me." "Karen and Gillian have fucked me in the ass quite a few times, and that is something beyond a blowjob. The one thing I ask is that you use lots of lube; there's a tube in the bedside stand." York got the lube while I moved onto the bed next to our wives and positioned myself on knees and face. A few moments passed before York asked; "Has anyone ever fisted your ass before? Don't say anything, I know the answer is no. Unless you have some objection I am going to correct that deficiency right now. ------- Relax, I'll go slow; I don't want to hurt you." Just as his words ended I felt him apply a large dollop of KY, and begin to run his fingers in and out of my ass to gradually stretch the sphincter. "Do you know you're full of shit? That makes it so much more fun; it gives me something to play with." York continued to move his fingers in and out, as well as in ever increasing circles to stretch the sphincter further and further. His method didn't hurt at all, and his other hand stroking my cock and balls ensured I was constantly stimulated; but I was also relaxed because he alleviated my fear of pain. When York sensed I was ready he slowly pushed all his fingers into my ass and stretch me even further by spreading his fingers all at once. The sensation was momentarily uncomfortable, but I trusted York to not hurt me. Spread out and collapse, spread out and collapse again and again he expanded my hole, and then he again changed his hand position to allow passage past my ring of anal muscle for his knuckles and arm all the way up to his elbow. I have never felt so full. In this case doubly full; my shit and his arm. ` Never have I experienced sensations like those that rang through my body as York massaged my prostate with the movements of his hand and arm. He would withdraw until my sphincter closed on his wrist then he would push in until his elbow pit reached my butt cheeks. All the while he opened and closed his fist always changing the pressure on my ejaculation system. At last that system reached the apex of excitement, and I came in a manner, that unless you've been there, you couldn't possibly understand, and I cannot possibly explain. I came with an intensity so great I momentarily passed out with pleasure. How do I know I passed out, because I awoke to find myself lying on my side, and York's hand no longer in my ass. Bill, Karen, Gillian: Our Cruise "Want to taste shit? Sounds offensive, I know, but the taste is not bad once you get past the smell." I declined, and he went to clean his arm. In a moment he returned and said; "You're not going to get your dick up for a while, and you've never fisted anyone before, so would you be okay with sucking my cock?" ‘I've never done that either, but that is probably safer. Where do you want me?" York leaned back in a lounge chair, and I took my place between his legs. In compensation for my lack of experience I did what I would want for me if this were the best blowjob of my life. Technique was a problem because my gag reflex wouldn't allow me to take him down my throat, but despite that limitation I sucked with my mouth, stroked the shaft with my hand, nibbled the head with my teeth, and fondled his balls until he had a powerful ejaculation into my mouth. I always hate it when a woman either moves her mouth away, or spits out my cum afterwards. I wanted to do better by York, so I made a point of emphasis to make sure he saw me swallow his cum; slick, yet creamy, with a pleasant taste. I gave him the best blowjob I could; and I think it was pretty damn good; so did some others. Applause erupted from the bed, and I looked to see Karen and Marion clapping at my efforts. Karen had told Marion it was my first time, and I appreciated their acknowledgement. I glanced at York, the clock, and then back at the ladies and said; "Folks its 4 in the morning, and I'm tired beyond exhaustion. Everyone is welcome to stay, but regardless, I've got to get some sleep. Karen added; "Dear, I'm really surprised you're doing so well; I know you're not a night person. Do you guys want to stay here; four-way spoons sounds fun?" Everyone agreed, and after we checked on the kids, who were sound asleep, we extinguished the lights and joined them in slumber land. GILLIAN: Light streaming through the balcony door was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes. I could discern the sky was blue with a few large clouds. An arm was curled over my waist, and the owner's hand was holding my tit. I like that feeling of comfort in the morning; I always like for Bill to spoon with me. As I became more fully aware I remembered all that had happened last night, and knew this arm belonged to Mark. Is it possible to fall in love so fast? I don't know if its possible, but that's how I felt. Just the idea that Mark had chosen to spend the night cuddled with me made my stomach flutter, and heart race. I picked his arm up and rolled toward him. Mark's eyes were open and he said; "Good morning lover." Lover; the name sent chills up my spine; "Hi, how you doing?" As I leaned to kiss him the urgency of a full bladder came to bear. "Better move dear, I've gotta piss bad." "Me too. Lets get in the shower, and if you show me yours I'll show you mine. Don't look so shocked. Come on, it'll be fun. I've never had a girl piss on me. Hey, it's a first we can share together." We raced to the bathroom, and what Daddy (aka Bill; I like calling him Daddy) had said about the shower's size was true; it was too small for two to do much so I leaned against the back wall, and after using fingers to spread my pussy lips I allowed my bladder to discharge its contents. With a gush, urine flowed out of me toward Mark's fascinated eyes. He watched, and then moved his face to intercept the stream of clear yellow fluid. As my bladder emptied, Mark's mouth closed over my cunt, and I had no need for toilet paper because his ardent tongue cleaned every drop. "That was great, but don't feel you have to do what I did. I can take a leak in the pot." "Look Pee-on-the-brain, get your fucking ass up against the wall. I want to see piss coming out of that cock hole right now." We traded positions, Mark leaned back and his piss came out in a strong stream. I was awed by the flow, and as if an outside force directed me, I grabbed the shaft and sprayed the warm yellow liquid over my body. When the stream slowed I aimed it at my mouth taking the last of his flow, and his cock down my throat; it was one of the most erotic things I've ever done, and I did it with the man I loved. "Man I loved", pretty strong statement, but I knew I loved him. Sometimes, things are elemental truths, and this was one of them; Mark immediately moved ahead of Bill on the priority list of men in my life. MARK: I already knew Gillian was the most wonderful female I had ever encountered in my life, but when she swallowed my cock while I was still peeing I knew she was a truly exceptional girl; no she was an exceptional woman. I felt connected to her in ways I couldn't understand; in ways I wasn't yet aware of. It began for me when I saw her walk into the terminal. She was beautiful, but it was more than that. I've dated beautiful women before, but a whole array of bells went off in my head as she passed and I caught a waft of her aroma. I knew what this cruise was about, and I swore an oath that if there was anyway possible, I would meet, talk to, hopefully fuck, and with any luck be with this woman-child for a very long time into the future. The first parts of my oath, through fucking, came true the first night. Then in the morning, as she drank piss directly from my cock, I knew I had to find a way to keep this woman in my life. I did the only thing I could think of: "Gillian, I don't know how you feel about me, us, but there are chills running up and down my spine just thinking about you. This may sound sudden, but would you let the Captain marry us? That sounds wrong. Will you marry me?" I didn't need to repeat myself because Gillian's arms were wrapping around my neck as I spoke, and they weren't going there in anger. "Marry you? Of course I'll marry you! I've known since last night that if you asked I would answer yes. What I didn't know was how to convince you to ask. Oh Mark, YES I'LL MARRY YOU!" She screamed the last part, and if there was ever any thought of keeping it secret it just flew out the porthole. You may feel the need to ask how I knew the secret was gone. Well, it had something to do with the rapid appearance at the bathroom door of our four naked parents; the parents who one half were saying "what the fuck are you two fools thinking," while the other half were crying and jumping for joy. Clearly, there was a divergence of thought along the lines of practicality and emotionalism. We knew our dads were thinking only of our well being, and their concerns were very valid, but people have built fifty-year marriages on less. For Gillian and I there was no doubt of our goal; we were both of legal age, and didn't need their consent. However, having your parents as witnesses at your wedding is always very nice. GILLIAN: It was after 10 when Mark and I awoke, but by the time everyone in the room had contributed their two bits into the, lets say, vigorous discussion, the clock was rapidly approaching 1:30. Brow beating and hunger made me lose control; "SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU SHUT UP!" After I had their attention, and in a calmer voice; "Look, we all have our opinions, and I appreciate your concern, but right now I'm talked out, and I want to get out this room. Is anybody else hungry?" The group's focus changed instantly from wedding to food. York spoke first; "Supposedly, there is a good lunch buffet in the Excelsior Room." To that proposal Mom responded; "Very good, but how do we all get there; your clothes are in the cabaret?" In a mock high and mighty tone, York responded; "It's very clear you didn't read the details of this cruise. The whole idea is sex, and after midnight on the day of departure clothes optional. I don't mind walking around naked if you don't." Lunch in the Excelsior was approved unanimously, and as quick as space in the shower allowed, we cleaned ourselves, and headed toward food. En route were many eye-opening sights. We saw people of every adult age, size, shape, and color doing all the normal cruise activities plus a few normally kept behind closed doors, and almost everyone was naked. Aside from the nudity, the interesting part was nobody seemed to care if the person next to them was playing shuffleboard, or having their ass reamed. Some watched and commented about the various styles of each of those activities, but anything and everything consensual was accepted. At lunch the conversation again came around to Mark's proposal. Daddy, at last, said the sanest thing I had heard yet; "Kids, there's nothing I can say to change what you do, but I want you to consider some short-term logistics. Even at sea a wedding takes a little time to arrange. My guess is it would take at least a day. Fine, but tomorrow is our first port visit, and the Captain has no authority to perform weddings in port. This is my suggestion: take today and tomorrow to relax and enjoy yourselves. If you still feel the same, then Thursday is a very good day for a wedding." I jumped up from my seat, ran around to his chair, and hugged him so hard he almost turned purple. He was the first parent in quite some time to lend us some support. York and Daddy were opposed from the start, and while Mom and Marion were all bouncy and excited at first, they had quickly joined the men to convince us to wait. Now, at last, someone offered a small compromise. Mark spoke up; "Thank you Bill. We know all of you think we're foolish. We know you want the best for us, and that you think what we want to do is very rushed. Gillian and I appreciate your concerns, but we know this is the right decision for us. Bill's points about the Captain's time and authority are well taken, so I say, unless there are further objections, and despite the fact we have to wear clothes, we plan for a great day ashore. BILL: We had a ton of fun the next day. All it took for the kids was to look goggled eyed at each other, but we older, and wiser adults found different ways. We visited historical sites, tramped through the markets, and bought souvenirs until we couldn't carry anymore. Shortly after lunch, Mark and Gillian returned to the boat carrying most of our packages, York and I had a tee time at the golf course, and our wives went off on some very hush-hush shopping mission. I wasn't worried about them; they had a plan, and I wanted to play golf. The next time we saw Karen and Marion was when we joined them in a booth at the bar next to the shuttle boat landing. We each ordered one of those umbrella drinks, and after the waiter departed Karen looked straight at York and I and said: "Guys, the kids are going to do this. We can fight them or join them, and I think fighting is very much a losing proposition. So we want you to drop your opposition to their plans." Before she could say another word, and in a flippant tone of voice I answered: "We agree. Matter of fact we're a couple of steps ahead of you. Before we left the golf course we called the ship, and its all arranged for the Captain to perform the ceremony at 10 tonight." The girls were totally surprised, and so pleased at our response they almost did us right there on the floor. Fortunately, for all of us, the ladies remembered the warning given by the Port Director "Public Sex While Ashore Is Not Approved By Local Authorities," and they restrained themselves until we returned to the ship. KAREN; Prior to the night in the Cabaret Room I had never taken part in public sex. That night was an unforgettable first, but as we came back aboard ship I was determined to accomplish a just as unforgettable second. Marion and I lead the way to the pool area, placed our few packages to one side, removed our clothes, and while Marion did roughly the same to Bill, I addressed York: "You and I haven't fucked yet, and as a reward for being so nice about the kids, now is the time." With that I laid back on a chaise lounge, spread my legs in a very clear signal for him to come and get it. Bill's facial expression was priceless as he showed his total amazement at the brazenness of his wife; as in full daylight, and in a completely public place I invited a man other than him to fuck. His amazement was quickly replaced by arousal as Marion extended him the same invitation. From that moment I no longer had time to watch Bill because York and I began the dance of the two-back monster; we kissed and began to make love. Why am I being so nice? In much more appropriate words, we put our genitals together, and we fucked. His tongue roamed my mouth feeling every nook and cranny, and when the opportunity was presented I did the same to him. There was one moment of laughter when we discovered two people did not fit well on a chaise lounge built for one, but we corrected that problem by a move to the deck, and then we continued our mouth exploration. I turned aggressor and pushed York onto his back then glided down his body sucking and kissing his various bits as I descended; without too much delay I reached his erect, throbbing man-tool. York's cock was completely beautiful; 7 ½" long, 1 ½ " in diameter, with a huge head, and thick corona. I had never experienced anything that large in any of my holes, but I pushed on with confidence, and in one plunge York's cock was down my throat. I put as much suction on his cock as I could while I moved up and down the shaft. Based on his moans of pleasure I did things correctly, but I didn't permit him to cum in my mouth; there was another place for that occurrence. After giving York one more powerful suck while he was deep in my throat I removed him from my mouth. I then, with a rather dramatic flair, stood over him for a moment to allow his to gaze to focus on my nakedness. He smiled with approval as I straddled his groin, and with my hand firmly grasped around his cock, aimed that wonderful piece of man-meat at the entrance to my dripping pussy. I paused for just a moment before I slowly lowered my body, and surrounded his throbbing prick in the very depths of my being. It felt so good to have York's prick inside me. He was long. He was thick, and he was about to get one of the greatest fucks of his life. To make it a pleasurable ride for both of us I repositioned my body to allow the best combination of movement and compression. I then gripped his turgid tool with my pussy sphincter and began to raise and lower my body. His size, with my strength and movement brought us steadily to the brink of orgasm, but I slowed to allow time for the sensations to recede. Again and again I raised and lowered my body to approach orgasm, but each time I backed away from that consummate pleasure. I backed away until I felt the time was right, and then I pounded him with swift powerful strokes flinging York beyond the boundary of control, and into the dynamic pulsing of an orgasm. As his body shook, quivered, and at last ejaculated its seed I reach the pinnacle of pleasure, and then collapsed in an orgasmic stupor on York's chest. GILLIAN: We gathered in the ship's chapel just before 10 that night. I wore a tasteful, low-cut, white dress I had bought in town, and Mark wore a dark blue suit. The most formal attired was the Captain, but in this situation that is as it should be. All of our parents acted as seconds, and the service, while simple, was to me the most beautiful event in which I had ever taken part. Afterwards, we all drank a toast of champagne, and went to eat dinner. Mark and I danced until the wee hours, but at last we crept away to the stateroom he previously shared with his parents; earlier they had moved their things in with Mom and Daddy. At last my husband and I were alone. We moved slowly in each other's arms savoring the moments on which we would build the rest of our lives. Mark told me he wanted this to be a very special time for us; one we would remember, and cherish forever. We had already known intense passion, now was a time for considerate giving, and gentle love making.. I removed his coat, tie, and as I began to unbutton his shirt he began to slowly undress me. With time, and a few chuckles, we managed to remove all the clothes from our bodies I pushed Mark into a chair, and I knelt between his knees; "Mark, I'm your wife, and as such you're entitle to something I've kept exclusively for my husband. I want you to take my virginity; the only virginity I retain. I offer, and I want you to take my anal virginity. That is the only piece of my sexual body that no man or woman has ever entered. I give you my ass, and it is yours for as long as we remain together. No one other than you will enter there unless you make it happen." I said my peace and crawled a few feet into the middle of the room, turned so my back was toward Mark, pressed my face to the floor, reached back to grasp my butt-cheeks, and then pulled them wide to expose that little crinkly brown area denoting my asshole. Tenderly, Mark came to me and said; "You're beautiful, and I love you so very much. Let's go to bed and do this right." As we moved to the bed, I reached into a drawer and pulled out the tube of "KY Jelly" I had placed there earlier. "Good planning Gillian; we'll put that to good use. Let me ask, has anything ever gone in your butt?" "I've used my fingers, and a couple of different sized dildoes. I think I know what to expect." Mark positioned me on my knees face down on the bed, and then, when I expected a finger, he covered my asshole with his mouth. With gentle movements he wet the area before he pierced through the opening with his tongue. He prodded several times and forged a path through which his tongue could easily pass. In and out his tongue moved and creating pleasure pulses each time he entered my rectum. To heighten the sensations throughout my body Mark used his hands and fingers to rub and stimulate the most sensitive part of a woman's body; he rubbed and fingered my clit and pussy hole. The combination was delectable. When Mark was satisfied all my holes were prepared I sensed him open the jelly, and then as his mouth moved away he squeezed a large dollop just above my gaping anal orifice. With fingers recently buried in my cunt, Mark smoothed the jelly over and around the opening, and then tenderly he pushed one finger past the sphincter. I took the digit into my ass easily, and without discomfort. To allow time for me to adjust, Mark left his finger fully inserted and very still, but after a few moments he started slow in, out, and circular movements intended to enlarge my tight anal orifice. His movements were slow and deliberate to achieve maximum effect; with a goal to allow the future passage of his rigid rod, but that was in the future; first he needed to insert a second finger. The second and the third fingers easily entered into my anal aperture; I felt very relaxed, and then Mark, with his fingers in place, rolled me onto my back. Lying there with my knees up very high, and my pussy and anal areas fully exposed, Mark, with a look of love, gazed into my eyes and said; "I want to watch your face the first time I enter you as my wife." He then spread a dollop of jelly onto me, and greased his cock with another, he then removed his fingers from my hole, and replaced them with something much longer, wider, and harder; he pushed his cock against and through my lubricated opening. We watched each other simultaneously; as for the first time in our married life we joined our bodies in a joined sexual embrace. The sensation of Mark's prick gliding along my anal passage, and his pubic mound bouncing off my erect clit brought me thrill after thrill. Each time he pushed into me I experienced little orgasms that built in intensity one on top of the other until at last my nerves erupted in a blinding flash of delight. The huge orgasm caused me to clamp my ass so tightly around Mark's cock that he could not resist his body's need for sexual release; he ejaculated a bountiful amount of his hot seed into the furthest reaches of my bowels.