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Cruise to Alaska Day 01

By: LaPatitMort



By consensus, I am a horrible person. Almost three months ago my wife of 30 years died unexpectedly but after a long illness that severely limited her mobility. I was her caregiver for many years. She liked cruises, so five months ago, we booked a seven-day, non-refundable cruise to Alaska. I decided to still go on the cruise and to go with another woman. My children and relatives are appalled. To make matters worse, the only available woman that I knew to ask is a stripper from my local bar. Judgment has been rendered, I am an uncaring, callous man. All that said, let me tell you all about my trip.

About a week ago, right before six p.m. shift change, I called Carrie over and said, "I have a seven day cruise to Alaska booked for the fourteenth of next month and I would like you to go on that cruise with me. I know this is short notice. I don't need your decision today. Think about it for a few days. If you are at least curious, let's go for coffee next week and talk it all over." 

Carrie is soft spoken, about forty, a little over five feet tall, has a beautiful body, has big auburn colored hair and can light up a room with her smile. Her look said she was at surprised and happy to be asked. I liked that. She was twenty years younger than me, but she had not relegated me to the "foolish old man" category and shot me down. We decided to meet at the closest restaurant, Tuesday, seven p.m.

I had only known Carrie for six months and only as an occasional table dance customer. We had many conversations on slow nights. I discovered, she is not much of a drinker, is not a drug user, will talk about her life, is the provider for her three daughters, likes being touched and kissed, has a cute little girl giggle and occasionally has a look that promises naughty things to come. Her body always seems slightly oiled, she is very clean and warm, she kisses easily and her pussy taste good. I sense that her body appreciates a strong hand.

On Tuesday, she was radiant but viewed me with some low level fear of, "What could I be getting my self into?" I greeted her, "Hi, Beautiful." We stumbled through the niceties. She didn't want dinner, but dessert and coffee sounded good. I asked, "Have you ever been on a cruise before?"

"No, but they sound like fun."

"Well this one is with Holland America, in and out of Seattle. We would leave Portland about nine a.m., board about 1 p.m. and sail at 4 p.m. The ship will stop for shopping four times in Alaska. But let me warn you, this isn't a party cruise. It will be more restful and reserved. Of course, there will be entertainment, a casino and way too much excellent food. I brought you a brochure."

We spent a few minutes looking at the brochure and messing with our pie and coffee. "Jim, I would love to go, but we don't know each other very well. I have to ask you directly. What would you expect from me, if I went with you?"

"I expect your company. I've already seen every part of you, kissed most of you and I would like to get to know you better. Sure, I'm male and I find you very desirable. I would hope for some touching, kissing and sex, but I'm not expecting or demanding any of that. If sex is what we both want and it happens, fine. I will not be all over you or ruin your trip. I'll make sure the room is set up with two separate beds. You know I'm playful but will always honor your "No." I hope we will be open, honest and adult with each other. I want you to go because you would like to be with me. I am concerned that you will go just for the cruise, even though you turned off because I am much older than you or not your type. I think we will have a lot of fun together, but I want to know you are thinking the same way." 

Carrie let some of her tension go. "I was hoping we could go on the cruise with those expectations. I like our age difference; I trust you; and I also think, we would have a fun week."

"You will go then?"

"Yes. But, you will have to tell me everything to do to get ready."

I'm sure happiness showed in my eyes. "We have to start with two big issues, then we can work out all the little details. First do you have a passport? Second, I need a way to contact you." For the next hour, we worked through lots of unknowns, started to get comfortable with each other and set up a getting ready plan.

Carrie glanced at her watch, "I'm really enjoying this time but I have to get home to my girls." We walked to her car and she paused by her door looking up at me. Gently, I put my left hand behind her head and used her hair to tilt her head up to me. I kissed her softly on the lips. I pulled away. She did not move. I opened her mouth with my right hand and kissed her again. For the first time, I tasted her tongue. On their on, our bodies pressed together. I said, "With a little practice, we could be good at kissing." She smiled, "That second one was good. It left a warm and wet impression." I let my left hand slip to her butt and pulled her to me tightly. "You are a naughty tease and you have already made me uncomfortable." I knew she could feel the part of me that was uncomfortable. "Now get home to your girls. We'll have some time just to ourselves in three weeks." 

Carrie had been surprised when I picked her up to go to Seattle. She didn't expect a classic V12 Van der Plas. She adjusted and quickly looked like she was born to ride in a big Jaguar. We boarded; we went to the greeting buffet and I gave her an overview of the ship (This was my second cruise on HAL's Vaandam.). Carrie was truly a kid in a candy store. She absolutely glowed. She wanted to be everywhere at once. She even enjoyed settling into the cabin and playfully fussing over bathroom cabinet space. For the rest of the day, we went to everything: the mandatory lifeboat drill, orientation, ship's tour, late seating in the Rotterdam Dinning Room and a couple of cocktails in the Crow's Nest. Carrie was tired, a little buzzed and happy. When I took her hand to lead her back to the room, I felt her tense a little.

In the room I bathed first. I dressed in dark blue pajama bottoms and the provided white bathrobe. Carrie seemed relieved at my relative conservative dress. "Your turn. Need me to help you wash?" 

A big smile, "No thanks. I think I know where everything is."

I couldn't tell if she had anything on under her robe when she came out of the bathroom and settled squaw style onto the right side bed. I said, "Breakfast buffet is my favorite meal of the day. It's served until 10:30. Want me to get you up in time to go?"

"You better. I don't want to miss anything."

"I'll make sure we make it. We both need to get some sleep. Can I hold you, while you doze off?" Carrie laid back and reached for me. Now it was my turn in the candy store.

I took my robe off, turned the lights off, except the one in the bathroom. This left the cabin very dimly lit. I slipped into her arms. She had opened her robe. 

The little vixen had remembered a discussion from month ago. She was clean but smelled of woman, not soap and perfume. I stretched out on her, most of my weight on her hips and her legs were open wide. She was nude under her robe. I pushed her long, reddish hair away from her face and began to kiss lightly around her eyes, neck and ears. My cock was enjoying rubbing against her naked pussy even though my pants were in the way. I felt her push my shoulders down. My hands found her beasts. My lips trailed down kissing, tasting under her arms and over her shoulders. I pulled her right hand to my lips and took turns sucking each finger as deep as it would go into my mouth. Again she guided me. She wanted the same treatment for her nipples. Carrie was content for a while. Her breasts liked a lot of attention. When they became tender she liked them sucked lightly. When they stood proud, she liked a little roughness from my teeth and tongue. Her hands on the back of my head provided a lot of the toughness. Her body wanted more. Again, there was pressure demanding I to go lower.

I took some of her control away. I grabbed both her wrist and held them to her sides. I kissed and sucked her belly button. I sucked and licked over each of her ovaries. She was a little ticklish and squirmed. I didn't want to turn her off, so I moved to the inside of her thighs. She groaned that I had missed the target. I said, "I'll kiss you and make love to you as long as you want, but you will have to tell me what you want and what you feel."

"Kiss me."

"Kiss you where?"

"Kiss my pussy."

Carrie has good size lips on her pussy. I began by sucking each one and tugging gently with my mouth to open her just a little. I licked between her lips, lightly flicking her well-hooded clit. "Don't move your hands." I let her go and used my thumbs on either side of her clit to pull its protection away. I figured she would be sensitive so I very lightly kissed her pink little nub. She broke the rules. There was too much gentle touching for her taste. I felt both her hands behind my head, pulling and demanding I suck her cunt.

"Yes, I need that. Suck me. Lick me. Make me cum. Don't tease me. Make me cum."

Wetly, I began sucking and licking. Carrie used my ears to guide my head and grind her hips. I slipped my right index finger inside her wet cunt and found her G-spot. She tightened, so I held my hand still and kept sucking and licking. I felt her body shudder. Surely that wasn't all there is to her orgasm. She was pushing me away. I held tight. She said, "Stop for now." Her pussy had not relaxed. I didn't understand. She was holding back. I said, "I not going to stop kissing you. Just let your body fly. Cum for me, Carrie." I worked my finger just inside her hungry slit, directly on her G-spot, while alternating between sucking and licking her clit. She still resisted. With my left hand I reached up and squeezed her right nipple hard. "Don't fight me or I'll squeeze even harder." 

Her body twisted, she grabbed my head again and almost screamed, "Damn you. Suck me. Suck me dry. Harder. Harder. Suck harder." I went for it. My finger defeated her. Carrie's body arched from the back of her ankles to her head. She squirted all over my face and shoulders. I drank all I could catch. It was divine. Her body came half way down to the bed but she was not finished. We kept going and shared a second wetting. She was spent but still awake when she collapsed under me. 

She started to say something. I said, "No talking now. Enjoy. Go on to sleep. You are safe. I will watch over you." I gently pushed her out of the wet spot, using some of the blanket to cover the wetness and some to cover her. I lay behind my beauty and whispered, "Thank you, Carrie. You were so beautiful when you came ---- and tasty." She purred but I think she was already asleep. I walked around the bed and began to rub my cock. She was breathing evenly. I came quickly and caught the puddle in my hand. Mindlessly, with male needs from a million years ago, I wanted my cum on her. I reached under the covers and rubbed me onto her breast and into her small patch of pubic hair. My hand was still wet when I withdrew it, so I spread the last drops onto her lips. She slept but licked some of me back into her mouth. Carrie had already given me more than I had hoped for. What a start to our seven days.

Cruise to Alaska Day 02



I have never been a great sleeper. I sleep lightly, waking up often unless I've been screwed into exhaustion. I was wide-awake at six a.m. As I came out of the bathroom, Carrie was still sleeping soundly. She looked so young and innocent. I had a passing thought. I could see myself being exposed on the evening news as the neighborhood dirty old man, lusting after a sweet young virgin. I opened the curtains letting in a flood of light, sat down at my computer and began to work on my soon due story.

About eight, I heard, "What did you do to me last night."

"Good morning, I was hoping you would not remember the trapeze, the whips, the chains and the female midgets."

She jumped out of bed, pretending to be irate, "You are absolutely horrible. I have to pee."

"Can I watch"

Sweetly she replied, "If you want to."

She might have been ready to pop, but it took Carrie a long time to pee with me sitting on the bathroom floor staring between her legs. I was grinning and looking at the matted dark hair she had all the way around her cute little pussy. She had shaved and trimmed close but, she had left a complete circle of three fourths inch long hair all the way around. It looked like a target.

Finally, Carrie finished. "Want to wipe me too?"

"Sure."

She wiped herself, stood and took a couple of steps into the shower. "I'm going to take care of you later. You want even be able to walk straight tomorrow. Now, let me get ready. I really need you to take me to breakfast."

"Only, if I get some wet clean hugs and kisses when you get out of the shower." 

I was crisply dressed and waiting for Carrie when I heard the shower turn off. I did not really expect her to cater to all my silly comments, but here she came, dripping wet and hugged me, making sure she dried as much of her body – front, back, top and bottom – as she could on my formerly unwrinkled shirt and slacks. Well, I did ask for it.

She got ready very quickly. We headed to breakfast. I had not changed. When she noticed she almost gasped, "You didn't change. What if someone asks why you are all wet?"

"Then I'm going to tell them in exact detail, what you did to me since the moment you got up."

Carrie was actually worried and shocked, "You wouldn't dare."

"O, Yes I would and I would love doing it. I'd send all those old fogies back to their rooms hyper ventilating and trying to stop thinking about that beautiful wet body of yours rubbing all over me." Carrie was getting into the thought. She was smiling at me, not worrying about anyone else's opinions now. She was just enjoying our naughtiness. I bet she was a little wet, hoping someone would actually ask me why I was a wrinkled, wet mess. 

I grabbed the daily schedule of events outside the door as we left the cabin.. We were holding hands as we walked into the Lido Restaurant for breakfast. I felt ten feet tall, showing off with such a young, beauty.

We ate and planned our day. As it worked out, Carrie would be pretty much on her own for the day. She wanted to attend a port of call shopping talk, tour the ships kitchen, go to a cooking class, wander the ship and make an appointment for a full treatment in the Greenhouse Spa and Salon. I asked her to make us a reservation for the Pinnacle Grill for one evening during our cruise. Carrie said she definitely wanted me to take her to the eight o'clock Southern Nights show in the Mondriaan Show Lounge. We decided to meet for High Tea at three in the afternoon. She knew where to find me, if she needed me before then. I would be diligently writing, sitting in the Explorations Café – that's like a Starbucks with a library.

At three, Carrie found me in line for High Tea. She was excited to tell me all she had done and how wonderful everything was, then the pastry table grabbed her attention. I guess she did not know what to expect at High Tea and was blown away by what was spread in front of her. For such a little thing, she could really eat desserts. She was giddy and thought it was hilarious to insist that I hold my little finger high from the cub as I drank my coffee. I did notice that her third trip back for dessert seemed to be more for flirting with a tall, handsome Danish looking ship's officer.

As Carrie sat back down I kidded her, "Well I hope I get at least one more night with you before you dump me for that young, uniformed Adonis."

"Hay, I see you looking at the other girls. He is kind of cute. Don't you think?"

"He is the ugliest person I have ever seen in my entire life and I'm not into looking at men this trip."

"He is not ugly. He nice. He offered to give me a tour of the bridge, tomorrow."

Little did I know that one more night with Carrie was all that I was going to get. Carrie was off again, we would meet at eight for the show.

Off and on for the rest of the day, I planned my seduction of Carrie. I ordered champagne, a fruit and cheese basket, coffee and desert. I tried to remember all the playful and serious things she had told me. I remembered, her ex was threatened by sex toys (I had brought a couple); she had never done anal; she had never been completely tied up; her ex was usually fast in and fast out leaving her to take care of her self in private later; she had never masturbated in front of anyone; she had never climaxed just being fucked and she once asked me to write a rape story for her. 

I went to the small store and purchased four pair of stockings. In the room I made two ropes from them. Later I went back and bought another pair of stockings. Carrie was in for one a hell of a night.

The show was good. Carrie had bathed and dressed just prior to the show. She was striking in her black velvet short cocktail dress. We "casually" stopped by the Piano Bar for a couple of dances, some neck kissing and Carrie had a couple of tropical, strong, rum filled drinks that I had prearranged that afternoon. She was hungry and warmly pliable, so we went back to the room.

The steward had done a wonderful job, complete with a candle that shouldn't have been there. We began to undress and feed each other; playing and getting more silly with each other all the time. Officially, dessert would be much later, but I had not planned the bowl of whipped cream for dessert. Somehow, a nude Carrie began to get dots of whipped cream on herself and I began to search them out and lick her clean. She decided to help. I was pleasantly amazed surprised at a few of the spots where the little vixen put dabs of the cream, testing if I would lick it off. I never missed a spot.

I made the room very dim and I had pushed her into a sitting position at the top of the bed. "Rub yourself for me Carrie. Let me watch you make yourself cum." She hesitated, "Please, Carrie, rub your beautiful cunt. I want to watch you." She started to rub her clit softly in little circles. She began to pull at her pussy lips with the other hand. Her hips were moving now. After a few minutes, she sighed in frustration, "I can't with you watching me."

"Let me help then." I grabbed her by her ankles, pulled them to the foot of the bed and reached under each edge of the mattress for the stocking rope I had there. A quick slip loop over each ankle and she was open wide. I moved up her body, pinning her as I did the same stocking tie trick to her hands. She was tied spread eagle. Carrie pulled hard to get free but quickly found she was helpless. As I blindfolded her with another stocking and gagged her with the last one, I leaned close and whispered very softly, "Carrie I will never hurt you but I am going to scare you a little." I stepped completely away, giving her a moment to struggle against her ties and realize she could not scream or see what was going to happen. Much louder and roughly I said, "Carrie, you are helpless now. I can do anything I want to you. You will have to endure any pain I want to inflict on your body." My whispered message was now confused in her mind. She did not know if I would hurt her or not.

I started by spanking her pouty pussy and clit with my hand. About eight strokes, the last two were on her clit and stingingly hard. I pulled her nipples and twisted them until she tried to get away. Now, for more confusion, I began to softly kiss her body. For a full ten minutes, she relished my tongue and lips sucking her as her body the way she had taught me last night. She was wet and moaning. I twisted her nipples again. This time she did not pull away, just moaned again. I went to her feet and spanked the bottom then kissed the bottom, bit her toes and then sucked them. Back to her nipples, twisting them lightly while I licked her neck. Her body was on autopilot, moving to get both the pain and the pleasure, starting to search for a way to release the sexual tension building in her body. That release would be a long time coming. 

I moved away from Carrie. Her body kept moving and she made a low groaning sound. Her body went rigid when I pressed the vibrating rabbit directly onto her clit. I held it there until her belly tightened. I turned off the rabbit but put the head into her and worked it back and forth letting the little ears determine depth as they bumped into her proudly standing clit. I was hitting her G-spot. I turned on my torture tool again. Carrie's body rose to make sure the toys did not get away and to increase the pressure on her little button.

She was right there when I took everything away again. Her body was frustrated and settled down onto the bed slowly. The rabbit returned. Thrust into her fully powered, on high, this time twirling on its own inside her, the rabbit's ears flapping her clit.

I could hear her sucking air through her nose, unable to get more though her mouth. She was trying hard to help me, thrusting her hips into the rabbit. I was nude now waiting for just the right moment to replace the rotating rabbit. I could see her belly muscles tightening even more and watched for her toes to tighten that last little bit. They did, I jerked the vibrator from her cunt and slammed my dick into her in one viscous push. Carrie launched her body. If I did not have her tied down, I would never have been able to stay on top of her. I was not gentle; I fucked her hard. This was not rape but it was violent.

The tip of my cock felt her cervix with each thrust. I was hitting it hard enough that there was pain for her. Pain that she wanted and added to by pushing to match my thrust. The combination was too much for me and I came grasping her hips strongly against me so I could feel each squirt push out between the head of my cock and her cervix. I was finishing, Carrie was not. Deep in some caveman part of my mind, I knew she needed to be punished for being able to cum more than me. I pounded, I sweated and would not let her body defeat me. I would outlast her, unless I died first. I punished her clit with my pubic bone with each thrust. I realized she had arched her back and was holding us both off the bed. She finally had enough, when she collapsed, I swear we fell a foot back onto the bed. Carrie would remember being fucked, I was thankful to have survived so far.

Luckily, I recovered a little faster than Carrie because I had a round two in mind. I untied her hands and feet, turned her over and retied her, now, spread-eagled on her stomach. She was like a rag doll. I struggled and put a thin pillow under her hips to angle her ass perfectly for me. As she came back, I lay down on her back giving her hips most of my weight and started kissing her neck, ears, shoulders and started down her back. By the time I spread the cheeks of her lovely ass she was fully awake and realized what was going to happen. She began to struggle and complain into her gag. Some of the complaints subsided as I licked her little puckered rosebud. All of the complaints were gone when I pushed my tongue into it. As I continued to lick, push in, pull out and lick, she was clearly enjoying all the new sensations, pushing back to get more. I secretly oiled my fingers and the rabbit to continue phase two of my attack on her body.

She pushed back slightly when I pressed one finger against her. As it slipped in she tightened realizing that was not my tongue. The feeling must have been all right because she lay very still as I slowly invaded her all the way to my knuckle. I pulled back and tried two fingers. This she resisted. I slapped her ass hard and said, "Relax for me Carrie." She did and both fingers went in about an inch and stopped. I held the pressure and told, "Push like you're going to the bathroom." She pushed, my fingers slipped in and I began to work my fingers in and out of her soft, pliable ass. Carrie could now imaging what it was going to be like to have me fuck her ass. Fear must have crept back into her mind, she tightened strongly around my fingers, holding them immobile. I slapped her ass again and she relaxed. Allowing my fingers to move in her again.

With my fingers held all the way into her, slightly curling and uncurling, I reached up and released the loops holding each of her hands. "Put your hands between your legs, Carrie. Make yourself cum."

As she worked her fingers into her abused cunt, my fingers pumped in time with hers. I pulled out, replacing my two fingers with the vibrator. It was larger but well oiled and before I could slap her ass again and order her to relax, Carrie let the vibrator slip into her ass. I loved watching her asshole stretch around the vibrator. I wanted to make her squirm. "Good Carrie, you are opening up. You're almost as wide as the vibrator can make you. When your ass is a little more open, I'm going to take your anal cherry. There is nothing you can do to stop me. I'm going to take you. Just like in your fantasy, you are going to be raped." Her body wiggled and pushed against the vibrator. I could hear her groan as it hurt her to stretch her asshole wider.

My dick was very hard, throbbing and sore as I oiled it, still working the vib into Carrie. She was very close to cuming. "Stop your fingers for just a minute. Feel your virginity being taken away." I pressed the head of my cock into her asshole and barely gained entrance. Damn this was tighter than I expected, but Carrie took any decision away from me. She pushed back. I know it hurt her but she groaned loudly and kept pushing. It hurt me too. I had to pull back, then push again. Otherwise, her hungry tight ass would have ripped the skin off my penis. Again she pushed. She wanted a dick all the way in her ass. I made sure she got what she wanted. When I bottomed out, we both were perfectly still for a few moments. I felt her fingers begin to move. She felt inside her cunt and she felt my cock through her cunts walls. She could feel me buried deep into her body. I began to fuck her ass and she began to frantically masturbate for release. 

The new sensations, the fullness, the pain and her own fingers brought Carrie to the brink quickly. I felt that and pumped long strokes into her ass. I got there first again. When I said, "Carrie I'm cuming in your ass." She screamed into her gag and came with me. 

I had wet washcloths within easy reach. I knew we would need them. As I pulled out of Carrie, I washed both of us at the same time. She was perfectly still, not sure if she should be embarrassed by a man washing her ass. I got off the bed, removed her gag and blindfold, gathered all our stuff and dumped it into the shower. When I came back, I untied Carrie's ankles and asked her sit up. As she complied, I poured her a glass of champagne and handed it to her. We toasted and I said, "You just had your first anal experience." 

Carrie downed the entire glass, holding it out to me for a refill. She drank half of that, looked me straight in the eyes and said, "You gave me a lot more firsts than fucking my ass." I love a dirty talking woman.

After potty stops for both of us, we snuggled together on the bed. Nothing was said. Nothing needed to be said. We slept until morning wrapped in each other's arms. 



Cruise to Alaska Day 03 & 04



Yesterday was day three of our cruise and it was a strange day. Carrie was still glowing when she got up. She must have thanked me for the adventuresome evening of firsts at least ten times. I was basking all her praise and strutting like a peacock when we went to breakfast. After breakfast, Carrie was in a rush to get to her private bridge tour with the ships third officer. 

I worked all day never seeing her again. But my writing was brilliant, if I say so myself. I made lots of progress. My dick was sore and my back hurt but knowing how I earned both was a very pleasant thought.

At bedtime, still alone, I thought about Carrie. She was in no danger. The ship is a very safe protected environment. There was no reason to be jealous; we both knew this cruise was a one-time fling. Besides the last two days was worth many times the price of the cruise.

As I awoke on the fourth day, knowing Carrie had not come back to the cabin last night. The Third Officer must have gotten lucky. I liked Carrie and sincerely hoped she had stumbled onto Mr. Right. Her life had not been all roses. She was a small town girl, never traveled, married right out of high school to a guy who wasn't a worker and would never be a good provider. She stuck with him way too long, had kids, received no help, got slapped around and finally divorced him when he hit one of her daughters with a closed fist. With no skills she took up stripping and had made her living doing that for several years. She wanted things to be different, but she also knew she would need someone else's help to make any good changes happen.

Breakfast alone didn't taste as good without the company of a beautiful woman. Only half heartedly, I thought about my writing plan for the day. As I left, I gave a friendly smile to a thin, brunette who had also eaten her breakfast alone. I had seen her alone in the library and alone walking around yesterday. 

Writing wasn't going well. Must have been feeling sorry for myself, maybe coffee would help. At the coffee counter, I saw the woman from breakfast coming across the room for coffee also. We exchanged niceties. When I turned to go back to my computer, she spoke up, "Can you take a break from your computer and have your coffee with me? I hate not having someone to talk to during a coffee break?"

"I would love to have coffee with you. Everything I've written today is a disaster. Maybe a conversation with a lovely lady will turn things around." Her library table was filled with travel magazines, "Are you going to be traveling a lot in the near future?"

"I don't know. I was widowed over a year ago and my daughter prodded me to get out of my house in Sacramento. She talked me into us taking our first cruise. By the way, I'm Linda, Linda Colton."

"It's nice to meet you Linda Colton. I'm Tom Daton from Medford, Oregon. I've only seen you alone, I haven't seen your daughter."

"Yes, she's shopping today. I didn't want to get off the ship. We are supposed to be traveling together but I haven't seen much of her. At eighteen she is too active to hang out with her plain, old, boring Mom. There seems to be many activities and club activities for the youngsters on the ship. How about you? Where is that lovely woman I've been seeing you with?"

"Oh, you mean Carrie. She is beautiful. She came along to keep me company. I'm also widowed." I leaned forward and whispered like it was some great secret, "She didn't come back to the cabin last night. I think she has the hots for the ships Third Officer. I've got to get me a uniform. Pretty women always like uniforms."

Linda laughed with me and we got to know one another for about an hour. It was eleven- thirty. I told Linda I had to get back to work but would be having a late lunch at the Lido at one fifteen (It closes at 1:30.). Then I sternly looked at her and said, "We haven't known each other very long but I already really like your company. What I'm going to say is very politically incorrect. If you ever put you self down by calling yourself plain, boring or old again, I'm going to paddle your cute little butt." Linda looked very surprised. I added, "Hope to see you at lunch." I walked back to my computer never glancing back.

I had my plate of food and was sitting by a window, when Linda walked up to my table. I stood and said, "Hello, sexy." She looked around quickly to see if anyone heard me. "Do I embarrass you?" 

She returned her attention to me, "Yes, but for some reason, I like it. Let me get some food and I'll join you."

We talked until about three and I mentioned needing to get to work. Linda went back with me to the Explorations Café, "What do you write?"

"Mostly adventure and action novels. I sometimes write for magazines and even do a few naughty stories for Internet sites. I have a publishing deadline coming up in three weeks."

"Can I see some of your work? What do you mean naughty stories?"

I walked over to one of "Explorations'" bookshelves and brought a book back to Linda. "My first mystery. Mostly for the guys, I'm afraid. As for the naughty stories, have dinner with me tonight, tell me your best fantasy, we'll write it and submit it to Literotca while we are still on the ship." I loved this. I had shocked her again. "What's wrong, Linda, don't want to have dinner with me or too shy to share your fantasies?"

"Too shy, I guess."

"Listen you wonderful woman. Everybody has great, exciting fantasies and experiences but their stories are lost because they are too shy to share them. I know you are going to run away from me at the end of the cruise. Before you do consider trying something safe and different. Consider playing verbally with you naughty side and tell me your risqué thoughts. I have a feeling each of your fantasies would keep me as horny as a teenager for days."

I opened my laptop. Linda was blushing from head to toe, "I would love to have dinner with you but I don't know about the other. Now I have to go see if my daughter is back."

"That's fine. I'll work out dinner. What's your cabin number?" I could see her recoil as she pondered whether to risk giving her cabin number to this strange man. 

"2675"

"I'll call you at six with the details. For a my first date with a pretty woman, it will have to be something more impressive than the Lido."

When I returned to my cabin, there was a note slipped under the door from Carrie. She apologized and was sort of hiding out, afraid I would be angry. She was really taken with her handsome officer and had been with him during the very few hours he had free. She asked if she could come back to the cabin about ten tonight and talk. As she requested, I left her a note in the holder outside the cabin door.

Dearest Carrie,

I am sincerely happy for you. You are very special to me and in the last two days, you have given me memories to keep me smiling for years. I am not mad and I want to hear all about the ugly, impotent man you left me for. 

I may be later than ten tonight. This is your cabin too, please don't be afraid to sleep here or use it. Even if it is to spend time with your guy. Just leave me instructions. Except for swatting your cute little butt when you are in my way; I'll be a good boy and will honor everything I promised you before this cruise.

          Love, Tom

I called the Pinnacle Grill and discovered, the reservations Carrie made for us were for tonight. Her loss; Linda's and my gain. At six I called Linda and confirmed that we were still on for dinner. "Wear some soft slacks. I'll pick you up at seven for cocktails. Dinner is at eight."

"I'll be ready, that all sounds wonderful. But I'm not comfortable with the fantasy thing."

"That's alright, Linda. Just relax; I would never push you beyond your limits. Let's enjoy dinner with no pressure. Before dinner I am going to try one last time to convince you to verbally play with me."

A suit and tie for me tonight. I arrived at her door looking really good, but not in the league with the beautiful Jamie Lee Curtis look-a-like that stood before me. I guess I was gawking. She said, "You like what you see?" 

"Every cell in my body likes what I see."

She had a big smile. I helped her with her wrap and we headed for cocktails. After a few minutes of small talk about her flighty daughter, I sensed Linda wanted to settle the issue about sharing fantasies. Earlier today I had learned that we had both retired young and taught at least a while during our careers; she had taught high school history; I had taught college level business courses. Also, I learned money was tight for her daughter's college.

"Linda, I really enjoy your company and talking with you. I'm pushing to know the real Linda; this is a short cruise. I'm not a pervert. I'm not going to force myself on you. I would never hurt anyone. With all these witnesses and protectors all around, can I plead my case one more time?"

She surprised me with a little naughty Mae West playfulness, "Give it your best shot, big boy."

"Did you and your husband ever just play mentally with sex?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"Play between the ears, not just physically. You're all grown up; you don't have to put right and wrong limits on your thoughts. You can soar into exciting, erotic experiences that you may never actually do in your entire lifetime. If you free your imagination, it will race into some places that will make you uncomfortable and scare you, but they will excite you. I would never judge or reject you. You might surprise me but you won't shock me. I'm asking you to share your most personal and most intimate self with me, free from what society has called right and wrong."

Linda's expression told me she understood, "I think I know what you are talking about. No, I've never let my mind go that free or been with anyone who I was that comfortable with. I am almost afraid of that much freedom. I feel something horrible might happen if I took all the restraints off my fantasies."

"Damn, you are amazing. You do understand. When I watched you at breakfast, my first thoughts were how beautiful your untethered fantasies would be. If I can make you feel totally comfortable and safe with me, will you try to tell me your favorite fantasy?"

"It scares me; I don't think I can but if I can feel really safe, I do want to try. If I do, you have to promise not to push me. If I say, "Stop" you have to stop, with no pressure."

"Agreed, I promise. Just remember, you will feel fear and anxiety. You will be uncomfortable and want to stop. This can be a one time experience that you choose never to do again. But take that one time experience. Don't say "Stop." until you push yourself to a limit you know you cannot cross."

We had a wonderful dinner – great food and plenty of wine. Linda and I were becoming very comfortable with each other. We both had years of experience being comfortable with a partner. Conversation was easy and relaxed, except for a few long quiet times when I knew Linda was mulling over what the rest of the evening might hold. I had arranged for champagne, strawberries and cream to be in her cabin when we got there; I knew she would be more at ease in her own space. As we left the restaurant, I pulled her gently to me and kissed her, not passionately but not brotherly either. Her lips and body were warm and compliant.

As we settled in, Linda was full of the fear of the unknown, "OK here is the deal. Just have fun and know you are totally safe. We will both remain fully clothed. I will not attempt to touch you under your clothing or attempt to get you to touch me. I will give you instructions, kiss you and touch you. Are you OK with those rules?" She forced a smile and nodded.

I pulled the strong, armless, metal, padded chair away from the built in desk, making sure there was plenty of room all the way around it. The champagne and strawberries were on the desk. I dimmed the room to almost dark and turned to Linda, taking her into my arms again for a soft kiss thanking her for risking showing herself to me. As I pulled away, her eyes were closed. I put the palm of my hand flat between her breasts. She was expecting more; her heart was pounding

I sat down in the chair, held my hand out to her, "Linda, come to me. Straddle me, facing me, sit down and close your eyes." She took directions well. For the next few minutes, I made love to her neck and face with my lips and hands. Her body was flushing and she moved sensually when my breath naturally fell across her ears. I kissed her mouth lightly and it opened just a tiny bit. My tongue ventured to lick her lips softly and her body moved closer. 

"Tonight, if you were in bed alone, starting to touch your beautiful body, where would your imagination take you?" She bristled a little but did not respond. "Would you feel the soft knowing hands of another woman? Would you be resisting and then submit to being taken by a strong man?"

Linda did not speak her answer, she breathed, "A woman."

"Where are you Linda? Are you both completely nude? What does she look like? How is she touching you?"

"She is tall and thin like me.     I'm on my back. We are both nude.    I'm on my back and touching her breast but she is the wanting me to be still and let her love and kiss my body. She is so gentle; kissing my ears."

I began to kiss Linda's ears gently and followed her story, word for word, paced exactly as she told it. When her fantasy woman was "moving slowly down to rub my breasts and nipples," I did exactly that. 

She stopped at that first very personal touch. "What is your lover doing to your body?" She pressed her breasts into my open hands and continued. 

"She is pulling and twisting my nipples." That was happening when she added, "She is less gentle now." Linda groaned when I squeezed. When instructed, I sucked and licked them; I didn't care for the texture of her clothing. Linda was clearly breathing irregularly.

"I want her to rub me lower, but she is teasing me. Making me wait." I moved my hands to her hips and pulled her tightly to me so she could feel I was hard. I held her there. She never slowed her story. She rolled her hips downward and rocked against me, using my cock to pleasure her little button. The brief thrill was good for us both but I pushed her hips away; there should be no cock in this story.

Linda lover was starting to kiss and caress her way lower now. She felt and told of every touch across her bellybutton; every press on her firm belly and every light tickle over her ovaries. She was moving deeper into her fantasy as she whispered of her lover's hand slipping toward her pussy. I took Linda's hand and pushed it over her cunt. She took over pressing and rubbing her pussy through her soft slacks.

Finally, the line between fantasy and reality was completely blurred in Linda's mind. It was not just a fantasy when she told her lover, "Touch me. Touch me under my clothes." I unzipped Linda's pants and guided her lover's hand to the top of her panties. Long slender fingers slipped along damp, bare skin into the hot, very wet triangle. Linda's lover knew exactly what to do. "Oh, that's it. Rub my clit and put a finger in me." Her lover was going to make Linda climax soon. It was going to be a wonderful one. Linda pleaded, "Two fingers, longer deeper strokes, please touch everywhere inside me. That's it. Please never stop."

Linda tightened her left arm around my head and buried her face into the right side of my neck. I could feel her body convulse and tighten as the other woman's fingers flew in and out of Linda's noisy squishing cunt. I almost cried at the beauty and sounds Linda made as she came. It was complete. More was not needed. I had to hold her to keep her from falling. We kissed lightly and snuggled as her female lover left and she came back to be with me. Dreamily her eyes opened and found mine. We stayed together quietly for several minutes. When she pulled her right hand from her pants, I captured it to taste the inside of her body and to enjoy the scents of her satisfied body.

Linda was still limp, allowing me to hold her fingers to my lips. I whispered, "That was the most beautiful fantasy I've every heard. Your lover is beautiful and very good. She played your body so well; she loves you very much." Linda was quiet, still trying to breathe normal again.

When Linda's legs began to complain, I sat her on the bed. Just like two nights ago, I poured champagne and handed the glass to a beautiful contented woman. We sipped until the entire glass was gone and I poured us each another. "I have to go."

Linda ignored what I said, "We didn't eat the strawberries."

"Your lover had a very naughty game planned for those but it didn't work out tonight."

Linda smiled broadly, "Maybe another night."

"I would really like that." I got up and headed for the door. Linda followed me, her slacks still completely unzipped and barely hanging on her hips. The room smelled of lesbian sex. As I opened the door a young, curvier version of Linda stood there fumbling for her key card. Her eyes grew big as saucers as she looked her mother up and down. I said, "Hi, You must the long lost Emile. I'm Dave." Then I turned to Linda and kissed her firmly, "Remember, Sexy, you don't have to explain any of this if you don't want to. How about a Lido breakfast about nine." Linda definitely had that freshly fucked look and nodded, yes.

Carrie was washed, tucked into bed and watching the news when I got back to the cabin. She looked very hesitantly at me, so I took the lead, "So you little vixen, tell me all about Tall, light and gruesome."

Carrie was fine now. "You are so mean. Swen is a wonderful man; he is fun and gentle."

"Are you sure he is OK, even his name has a lisp to it."

"Meanie."

"Alright, I'll be good. Tell me all about what, you and "SSSSSSween" have been doing. Especially, the dirty parts."

Carrie talked for two hours. I asked questions, looked attentive and tried to listen. My blue balls hurt. I smelled of Linda and I wanted to go shower and jack off like when I was twelve. Finally, Carrie said she had to sleep because she had to meet "Swen" in the officers' mess at six a.m. I told her in my most stern and serious voice that if she woke me up at five, I would kill her. We said our goodnights, I kissed her on the forehead like she was my daughter and I went off happily, to abuse myself.



Cruise to Alaska Day 05



Well before nine, I was sitting having coffee, hoping Linda would show up. I was getting pretty hungry, when I saw her big smile striding straight for my table. Crudely, I did not get up, but did greet her, "Good morning, Sexy. Did you have to explain very much to your nosey daughter?"

She sat, leaning close to whisper into my right ear, "I told her we did not have regular sex, but that I got so carried away masturbating you had to keep me from falling and then you left. Emile did not buy a single word of it. Her frustration would have been hilarious, but I was still enjoying what we did." She kissed my lips and straightened up, not caring if strangers saw or heard, she added, "Thank you for last night, Tom." 

"It was my pleasure lovely lady. Let's get us some well earned breakfast."

As we wound down from breakfast and small talk, Linda said, "I feel guilty that all the fun was mine last night."

"You did send me home frustrated but when I got to my cabin I was so horny I abused myself for an hour, making a big mess. Did you notice when we kissed? I still haven't washed my lips because they taste of where you had your busy fingers." I paused while she blushed and enjoyed a little twinge run through her pussy. "But if you're feeling guilty and keeping score, I can come up with some really fun ideas."

Linda quickly realized that she had momentarily lost the spirit of our evening together. I brought it back to her, "Just watching the freedom and pleasure you allowed yourself, gave me a thousand times what I may have given you. I should be thanking you for letting me watch you release all that beauty your have inside you."

Linda's eyes filled with tears that did not flow down her cheek. I handed her my hanky, took her hand and led her on a walk, just to be together. About half the length of the ship passed under our feet before, I asked, "So, what do you and your frustrated daughter have on the agenda today?"

"She wants to meet you, this morning. She didn't want breakfast but I bet she's ready now."

"No she doesn't. She thinks I molested her mother and she is looking for a sharp knife."

"Be serious, Tom. She really does. I think it would be good for her. She is struggling in her life right now. She was a wonderful, fun, happy kid. But she's had some bad experiences with young men and is becoming an angry woman. She has given up dating, sworn off sex; all her friends seem androgynous. Maybe getting to know a playful, mature man would help."

"Mature, is it. Does that translate "Old Fart," "Dirty old Man" or just imply that I'm a little crazy, sweet and harmless."

"Please, Tom, I do not know how to help her. She is heading for serious problems."

"What were her bad experiences?"

"First, she lost her virginity to a guy's rough fingers when he wouldn't take "No" for an answer. She came home crying with blood all over her thighs and skirt. Then, earlier this year, she really liked a very handsome, popular college boy. She was full of romance novels and wanted to give herself to her dream man. He got drunk and forced himself into her. He was thick and she wasn't moist or relaxed enough to take him. He took her anyway and messed her up pretty bad."

"I understand. OK, Mom, I'll be brave. Call the inquisitor and have her meet us in the alcove across from the Piano Bar."

The alcove was plush and private this time of the morning. I hoped Emile would feel safe and open up to me. She showed up looking aggressive and without a smile. We fumbled through more formal introductions and sat down in deafening, uncomfortable silence. Emile wanted control.

"So what did you do to change my Mother last night?"

"Your Mother is a hot, passionate woman. We enjoyed each other's friendship and intimate company. She told me, you two talked, but you would not believe that we didn't have traditional sex. We just played having fun with our sexuality. I certainly did not change her."

Emile was intrigued by my answer but wanted to be in control more. "That sounds like a lot of bull, she was different last night. Besides I don't think sex is fun, all it does is screw up friendships and hurt people."

I glanced at Linda; she was urging me on. "I've never run into a pretty young woman who is working so hard to be angry and is so very wrong. The most beautiful gifts we have as adults are love and sex."

Mom and daughter were listening. Maybe I should push my luck, "But sex is very powerful. Its tied into every emotion. It is easy to get hurt, especially when you are young. Girls are full of romance and boys are full of testosterone. I'm sorry for how you feel, Emile. I wish we could relax together and I wish I could prove to you how wrong you are."

Anger flashed in Emile's eyes, "All you want is to work yourself up, trick me and get your rocks off at my expense."

I looked at Linda again and said, "Are you OK with me continuing with this?"

She looked very concerned; her brain was going a mile a minute but her motherly virtues pushed her to nod, yes.

"Alright, no-it-all-little-girl, I'm going to give you something to think about. I know you need money for college and I want to prove to you that you are wrong. I'm going to give you a very personal challenge, I'll put my money where my mouth is and I'll make sure you feel perfectly safe."

Linda knew something uncomfortable was coming. Emile was very puzzled.

"I know you are not a virgin and know the score. With your Mother in the room, I want three hours with you. I can talk to you, kiss you, take your clothes off, touch you and direct you. I will not hurt you in any way or fuck you." She bristled at the use of that harsh word but I had used it for that affect. I continued, "What you have to do is relax and be honest. You also have to promise to keep an open mind and not fight what your mind and body tells you. For the three hours, I will give you $10,000, whatever the outcome. Paid in advance. And if I even hint at breaking any of my own rules, you and your mother can call a stop and you keep the money."

Emile and Linda were both in shock. The women were trying to cope with both my power and my challenge. I saw Carrie walking toward the jewelry shop. I jumped up saying, "I see someone I want both of you to meet." 

I hoped this little delay would let Mom and daughter regain some composure. Carrie owed me and I was going to call in the marker. I explained to her that I needed her to take Emile for a couple of hours and become friends. I asked Carrie to convince Emile that I would never hurt anyone, could be very sensual and could be trusted. She said all that was true and that she would be happy to help; as long as, I gave her all the details later.

"OK, I'll agree to give you the details but I think you just want to get a cheep thrill and a naughty story to turn "Sssswen" on." 

Carrie gave me her most flirty look and very coyly said, "Yea, so what's your point."

Only a few minutes had passed when I returned with Carrie. "Linda, Emile this is Carrie. This is my beautiful traveling companion. Or was. Can you believe, she has shunned my company for that of a younger man in a uniform."

Carrie looked very sheepish but recovered quickly. Looking at the other two women, she said, "That is just not true. Tom was just too much for me to handle. He tires me out. I needed to hangout with a guy who has less energy." 

Linda and Emile were shocked seeing Carrie up close. They had not realized just how beautiful or how young she looked. The three girls bonded almost instantly. I love how women are able to do that.

Linda piped up, "I think I know what you mean."

Emile finally smiled, "Why is it, I'm the only one on the outside of this joke."

Carrie convinced Emile to go with her and leave Linda and me alone for a while. As Carrie left, she bent down and gave me a very nice passionate show kiss, licking my lips as she pulled away. I could not have asked for more help.

Linda and I went back to my cabin this time. She said she wanted to talk. I really wanted to make love with her.

"Tom, what are you planning with Emile."

"Linda is feeling very uneasy with Tom, again; isn't she? Only what I said, if your daughter goes for it, I plan to get her to relax, to get her to trust me and to play with her body until she has to admit sex might be wonderful fun with the right partner."

"You expect me to be in the room and watch you make love to my daughter."

"Linda, she doesn't know me, you would be her guardian, allowing her to relax. You asked for my help. This is what I though might help. If this happens, I expect you to relax too, get into watching and even get turned on. All to show Emile that sex is fun."

"Tom, are you going to get off on this?"

"Look you sexy thing, I hope so. I didn't get off last night with you and I'm horny enough to order a watermelon and poke a hole in it." I headed straight for her, pushing her down onto my bed and laying on top of her. She wasn't finished talking but she did not resist. I kissed her lips a few times and we shared our first French Kiss. After a couple more, we were getting pretty good at it. My cock was hard cheering me on and screaming over and over, "I'm going to get my turn." To shut him up, I pushed him hard against Linda's well-clothed cunt.

After just a few more kisses and grinds, we were like two kids. We wrestled each other out of our clothing. I knew what I had to have, quickly kissed down her body, barely taking time to suck her nipples. Linda could feel the need in me; I think right then she surrendered her body totally, deciding to enjoy me, enjoying her. She wasn't expecting much for herself.

What I did was not gentle; I just buried my face into her already wet cunt and feasted. I wanted all of her and pushed a finger inside, working it in time with my licking, sucking and tasting. I was dizzy, but knew Linda was getting ahead of me. It had been a long time since she had had a man's attention. We needed to slow down a bit. I pushed her legs up exposing her beautiful hairless, clean ass.

As I pressed my lips to Linda's asshole, her entire body resisted. This had obviously never happened to her. My tongue licked her little hole and millions of nerve endings told her this was a good thing. My lips covered her buns with kisses; my tongue licked her and pushed into her. She was flying again. Lowering her legs, I pulled all the way up, kissed her lips and put her hand on her breasts, "Linda, I'm going to lick your cunt until you cum. Then I'm going to fuck you until I can't take it anymore and then I'm just going to let your body suck me dry."

Linda's was going to help me on this; her hands were stretching her pussy wide open when I slid down her body again. She guided me to lick her cunt's lips and to lick all around its swollen, red slick insides. As my mouth moved to her clit, her hands moved to her breast and begin pulling her nipples. I pushed two fingers in deep and held them still. Nothing varried until she came from the pressure inside her and my lapping tongue.

She was expecting to me mounted but my face pushed her down pinning her as my two fingers began to fuck her with long, rough, deep strokes. She responded the same way, very roughly grabbing my head and grinding her cunt hard into my mouth. I slipped my fingers out until they found and started to rub her g-spot. Linda's reaction was immediate. Every muscle in her body tensed. She growled very loudly and moaned a very clear, "Oh Damn, Yes." When she came, Linda did not squirt but a tasty couple of ounces flowed from her visibly pulsing cunt onto my bed and into my mouth.

I could take no more.

Linda was still riding her orgasm when my body pressed her down and I pushed my cock smoothly all the way into her. Her body seemed to have been waiting for this invasion. Her arms, legs and mouth all wrapped around me and sucked me in. Her kisses were strong and taking. When the head of my dick bottomed out hard in her, she did not pull back. Instead, her hips moved on their own to get more dick. I could barely thrust into her, she had me so tightly captured in her demanding body. She loosened her grip enough to tilt her hips and get more friction on her clit from the shaft working in her. That extra space was enough for me to get my hands under the cheeks of her ass to pull then release, pull then release. 

The tip of my right index finger slipped into her virgin asshole, stretching it every time I pulled her to me. We got into a rhythm, both of us fighting to fly. I never told her, but she knew it was my time; she never told me, but I knew it was her time. As the first shot of my cum pumped into her, I felt Linda's breath rush into my mouth and expand my lungs. Our lips stayed together while we moaned and were in heaven together, both hoping we would not have to return. Two, three, four more spurts were sucked from me by her hungry womb. Then, ever so slowly, we realized, we had to return.

She was not alert enough to complain, but I knew my weight was too heavy, collapsed on top of her wet, salty body. I rolled half way off her, still pushing my hips, fighting the loosing battle to keep my softening dick buried in her. I breathed, "My God, Linda." She pulled me close and gave me a thank you kiss. "I love the way you kiss and make love to my body with your lips and tongue. I'm not used to that. You've touched me in places that have never been touched before. Again you shocked me but it felt good."

"That's what it was supposed to do. Your body is wonderful; I could easily get lost making love to it. I'm glad I did not go too far."

"You sound like there is more that could happen."

"Linda, there is much, much, much more that we could do to please each other."

She thought quietly and deeply, then she sighed, "We have to go find Emile."

"We can call a halt to everything with Emile. I could back out and take her criticism. I'm sure she would be quietly relieved."

"No, Tom, lets press this issue. She'll be safe, away from home, an easily kept secret, just maybe this will work."

We found Emile sitting where we had met this morning. She looked at Linda and me and said, "You two look happy." 

"Emile, your Mom is one hot, sexy, satisfying woman to be with."

To my never-ending surprise, Linda jumped right in, "Well what did you decide about Tom's challenge?"

"That's a lot of money, Tom. Do you have that kind of money, to make bets with me."

"Sure do cutie. I'll have it in cash for you the second you tell me "Yes."

Emile looked to her Mom as if asking, "What should I do?"

I got her again, "Don't look to your Mom. You're a grown up now. If you can be so opinionated by yourself; you can decide for yourself. Are you brave enough to find out if you are right about sex or not? You can back off or set the time when you are ready."

"OK, let's do it now."

"Emile, let's make it in two hours. At 5 p.m. in your cabin. I have to get cleaned up and make some arrangements. You get cleaned up also. Dress loose and comfortable, like in pajamas. Make sure you eat something light, so you aren't starving half way through." I stood. Emile and Linda stood.

Much to Emile's surprise, I tilted her head to me and kissed her lips lightly. Both of my hands closed firmly on the sides of her neck, letting her feel the combination of a man's strength and gentleness. I put my lips very close to her ear and whispered so her Mom could not hear, "Your lips taste very good. Your neck is warm. When you kiss me back I'll let you move my lips anywhere on your body that you want." Emile's eyes were almost closed as I pulled back. Like her Mom, she had a strong fantasy life and responded quickly to my voice. I kissed both Emile's eyes and let her go. She was unsteady for just a second.

I walked a few paces with Linda and said, "You get cleaned up and wear something loose too. I'm really going to need that hot body of yours tonight." I know she had that quick thought, "Would he make love to me in front of my own daughter?" The answer was, "Yes," but I would let her find that out later.

Five p.m. exactly, I knocked on Emile's door. She opened it. Mom had directed some; the lights were dim; the two beds were pushed together and turned down; there were extra pillows. I had directed some, also; plenty of champagne was iced on the desk.

I sat an envelope by the champagne and poured three glasses, "Emile this envelop is for you, if you have agreed to my conditions." Emile sat in the same armless chair her mother and I shared yesterday. She took one glass, Linda took one and one for me, as I toasted the evening, "Tonight there is no judgment, no hurting, no resisting. Just for tonight, we surrender to enjoying touches, kisses, what we hear, what we see and what we feel." 

After our toast and sensing that Emile would fear the first touch, I just hugged her. We all finished our first glass of wine.

We poured our second glasses and put Linda in charge of keeping the champagne glasses filled. Conversation was playful through that second glass, giving underage, seldom drinking Emile time to feel a little relaxed.

I moved behind Emile and lightly ran my fingers through her hair, around her neck and shoulders and closed her eyes gently with my fingertips. My hands stayed busy and my mouth nuzzled gently into her neck and kissed under her ears. "Your skin and scent are making my head swim." My right hand slipped down, trailing fingertips across her right nipple. My hand reached her wrist and raised it so her glass was at her lips, "Drink some more wine for me." Emile wasn't sure my touch was on purpose. The touch caused her to hold her breath then let it slip out. She drank with her eyes still closed and I took her glass away. 

"Are you ticklish?"

"A little"

"Where?"

"Under my arms, my ribs, my knees."

"I don't want to tickle you. If I accidentally do, just say harder or softer."

It was time to raise the anti. Kneeling in front of her, kissing her hands, her fingers, up her wrist along the inside of her arms, I licked and kissed away any wetness. Fingers caressed up one arm, up her neck and across her lips. My tongue followed and flicked lightly across her lips. When Emile's tongue came out to moisten her lips, the tips of our tongues touched. She was breathing deeper now. We experimented with our first soft kisses.

The light pajama top with buttons down the front was trying to hide her breast. Both nipples were straining to get free. Holding a sensuous kiss, ever so lightly, my hands slipped up and over her breasts. Emile's back arched pushing filling my hands. My hands retreated closing my fingers over each nipple, lightly twisting them. I moved on and a little whine escaped from Emile asking my hands to come back.

As each button opened, my lips kissed the newly found warm flushed skin. When the last button slipped through its hole, I pushed the left side of her top open and lowered my mouth to her standing nipple. My tongue circled, flicked and my lips closed and sucked. My hands were not still. They explored every part of Emile above her waist. Searching for how each part of her liked to be touched. Shockingly fast, I firmly grasped her right breast and went straight to sucking her nipple. The suddenness surprised her and she gasped. When the gentle touches returned she relaxed again.

"Look at me Emile." I stood in front of her and slowly removed my shirt and pulled her face to my stomach. She rubbed her nose into me and licked by bellybutton. My pants followed, leaving me only in my boxers. I pulled her back to me again letting her feel me throb against her cheek and neck.

Emile was crowded between the chair and me, so when she was pulled to her feet she had to slide her breast over me. Hair is great leverage when learning to French Kiss. She was a willing student. As my tongue wandered her lips, hers came out to play. She was less experienced but she kissed and tasted like her Mom. From my first penetration between her lips, she seemed to enjoy sucking my tongue. While we got more and more passionate with our kisses, Emile didn't realize her body was sliding back and forth against me. When she did realize that my demanding rock hard cock was softly humping her, she tipped her hips and rubbed her pussy into my thigh, sucking my tongue in time with her hips. The teacher was about to loose control. It was time for more room and to cool down.




Cruise to Alaska Day 05



I led Emile to the bed and lay her back onto it, covered her breasts with her own hands and went to make love to her feet. Emile's feet were very sensitive. When I sucked her middle toe, she would squeeze and rub her breasts hard. We were both regaining some much needed control.

Over the last thirty minutes, we had heard a few wonderful sexy wanting sounds come from Linda's perch on the far edge of the big bed. She had watched every move and was fully into a voyeur experience. She had long forgotten it was her daughter she was watching. Still I needed to be sure she was all right with all that was going on.

"Are you still OK with this." 

Linda just nodded.

"Does watching us turn you on?"

In a very raspy deep voice Linda responded, "O, yes! I'm almost ready to cum. My pussy is flowing."

"Take your pants off and finger yourself. Let me watch you cum while I lick your daughter to orgasm."

Linda was nude from the waist down before I turned back to Emile and began to pull her pajama bottoms down. She had watched and heard her Mom and me. The crotch of her pants was as wet as Linda's. She raised her hips and helped me. She wanted to be nude for me."

I knelt above Emile, bent and kissed her belly, licking and sucking her bellybutton. I continued over her ovaries and started down. Like Mother, Like Daughter. Emile was anxious; she pulled her knees up, put her feet flat on the bed and opened wide for me. She said only one word, "Please."

With all the control I could muster, the teasing worship of her cunt began. I nestled between her raised thighs, inhaled and started to lick, suck and taste my student. Twice she tensed and pulled me tight and twice I pulled back and just kissed her thighs until she relaxed.

Mom had liked being full when she came for me the first time. One then two fingers went without resistance into her swollen slippery sheath. Emile's hips rose off the bed as if to ask for more. When nothing more came, her hips lowered in disappointment. A few light strokes to find her G-spot brought a loud desperate gasp out from her throat.

I had to concentrate on Emile, but I felt Linda lean toward me, grabbing the skin of my back for balance. She said, "Tom, I cuming." My back hurt as she sunk her nails into me. She gripped and relaxed her hand in time with the spasms of her cunt. I wished the pain in my back would go on forever.

With two fingers still deep inside Emile, my thumbs spread the top of her pussy forcing out her glistening pearl. There was no mistaking her move. She was ready, she wanted no more teasing and she was going to take what she needed. She pulled my face tightly to the top of her cunt and began to fuck my face as I sucked her and moved my fingers smoothly in and out across her G-spot.

When she came Emile flung her hands out to her sides grasping the sheet. She was not breathing but her pussy's lips were kissing me and sucking my tongue. She wanted to stop but could not. Her tense body tightened again and she rushed into another orgasm. I stopped sucking her overly sensitive spasming nest but my fingers kept up their assault. A totally inhuman growl came from her. She curled up around my hand holding me deep inside her as my fingers curled and uncurled across her special spongy spot. Wrapped completely around my arm, Emile trembled. Her body shook hard again, all her air escaped and she collapsed like a rag doll, fainting, sprawled open and free to the world.

I was out of control now. I almost pushed Emile's lifeless body off the bed when I reached for her Mother. Linda's eyes were as wild as mine.

Without discussion I ripped opened her top. Buttons flew. As I took off my pants, she grabbed my cock and pulled. She lay back, opening her legs and guiding my shaft into her in one motion. For the first time in my life, I could truly rape. I understood both sides. I could not have stopped and neither could Linda. We were going to rip each other apart.

"Fuck me Goddamn It. I'm so hot I can't breathe. Fuck me till you kill me. Tare my clit off with your dick. Fuck me. Fuck me. Hard." She was taking what she wanted. If Emile saw this it would scare the hell out of her.

Linda must have liked sinking her nails into me. She had two handfuls this time. I could feel her nails cut into me and blood flow. Her grip gave her the leverage to thrust into me lifting us both off the mattress. The pain was exquisite, so I punished her clit with the bone above my dick. Sweat poured from both of us. We actually pounded together. I roared and she screamed. When I stopped ripping into her I could feel my cock still pumping hoping to fill her hungry cunt to overflowing. Linda was finished for the moment. I felt her hand go down between us and marvel at how I was lodged into her.

Emile had watched. Her hand moved between Linda and me, closing around her mother's left breast and she said, "It can be as good as the romance books say."

I turned toward her, "Yes, it can. Even better because it is real."

After snuggling together for a while, I had somehow wound up in the middle of these two great treasures. Still dozing, Emile's voice seemed a long way off, "Can I touch him." There was no answer but delicate inexperienced fingers closed around my wet soft cock. A new young hand can put life into the dead. Mom raised up and slipped her lips over my dick and sucked, while her daughter stroked me slowly. Linda pulled pack and used Emile's hair to guide her daughter's mouth until the head of my now very hard dick slipped between her lips. Emile sucked and licked, tasting her mother and me mixed together. I could barely handle what I had just watched combined with what I was feeling.

I pushed Linda down onto her back, her legs opened expecting me to fuck her again. Instead I said, "You two are driving me crazy." I pulled Emile onto all fours, pushed her head between her Mother's legs and moved behind her. No permission, no discussion I mounted her and slipped in about three inches and began to fuck Emile slowly working all of me into her nearly virgin cunt. She lowered her head to her Mother's belly just to give me a better angle. 

Mom's fantasy kicked in and she pushed Emile's head lower. Emile went willingly; tongue first. Emile was enjoying her first doggie and moaning often into her Mom's well-fucked sperm filled pussy. Still she wanted to feel inside another woman. Two, three, four of her small fingers slipped in and she reveled in the touch of Linda's hot, slippery insides.

For the first time Emile was feeling one of the other great joys of sex. She was feeling her power. Her body was controlling and pleasing a man. She sensed he would do anything for her as long as he could fuck her. Her Mom too, was responding to her. Emile remembered how her body begged to cum. Now she had her own mother moaning under her lips.

I knew Emile was getting close. She was getting rougher and rougher thrusting her hand into her mother and chewing on her mother's clit. Linda couldn't take it. Her thighs and hands closed around her daughter's head as she rode out her orgasm. Emile's hit just as her mom relaxed. For the first time she felt how her cunt could milk the sperm out of a man and how each contraction rippled pleasure through her body. When Emile's closed her fingers around my balls and squeezed, I exploded violently, probably hurting her as I tried to get my seed as deep into her as I could.

Barely able to stay upright, I realized I had just cum into the youngest body I had ever been with. I also knew, I never asked if she were on the pill. That made my dick twitch. The twitch made Emile giggle and push back into me.



Cruise to Alaska Day 06



My two naked bed partners were cuddled together when I headed off to breakfast alone armed with my laptop. This was our last full day together unless, I could convince them to ride with me back to Medford for a couple of days and then take them home to Sacramento.

I must have really needed last night. The pages of my first sci-fi seemed to be rolling out and in good enough shape to need little editing. Made a note, a really good fuck session equals good writing the next day.

Around three, a tight-lipped Emile and a stern looking Linda closed on my windowed corner in the 'Explorations Café.'

"You two look really down. Who died?"

Linda kissed my cheek, "It's all right, Emile and I have been discussing her going off to college again."

"Discussing? More like Mom has been ragging on me since this morning, because I want to go to school away from home."

"Well ladies, I'll go get us some coffee and then you tell Doctor Tom why you both have your panties in a knot."

As my young and older bookends sat down and I started to head for coffee, Emile pulled me close to her lips, "I wanted to be ready; I'm not wearing any panties."

What could I do? I sucked her lobe and stuck my tongue into her ear. 

She smiled broadly, "I knew that was a good fashion decision."

Mom was concerned about the money again. Emile's college expenses would be about four more thousand, if she went to a state school away from Sacramento instead of choosing one of several choices in town.

I agreed with Emile, "Linda, Emile's right. She needs to get away from home and spread her (I paused), uh, 'wings' and learn to be independent from you. She has to be comfortable dating and not having to think her guys will want to be with her hot Mom." 

Emile wasn't giving up easily. "I can understand needing to get away from home, but it is expensive."

"I have an idea. The two of you drive home with me tomorrow and stay a couple of days. Then I'll drive you home to Sacramento. For your company, I'll pay the difference for one year so Emile can bunk away from home."

Emile beamed but Linda still fought, "Tom, you shouldn't do that. Besides we need to get back."

"I give up. There is only one way to solve this conflict, a duel. Winner gets her way."

I had two very curious faces turned my way.

"I'll be the second for both of you. Tonight, I'll come to your cabin at six. I'll help you both prepare. We'll go for cocktails, then formal dinner and some dancing."

Emile spoke up, "That all sounds like fun but what's the duel."

"Believe me, cutie, both of you will be dueling."

At six I knocked on their cabin's door. I was carrying a bag with two boxes in it. Champagne had been delivered. They were both beautiful in black sexy dresses. Linda had on panty hose. Emile did not. We poured wine around and I toasted, "May the most committed woman win." Then I took Linda's hand and pulled her into the bathroom.

She stood by the sink while I knelt, removed one of her shoes, pulled her hose and panties to her ankles and had her step her shoeless foot out of her bindings. Linda did not move to help me much, she was not relaxed, watching my every move, so I buried my face into her pussy, licked and remembered why I had these two little boxes with me.

About two months ago I bought one of these little wonders. My date for the evening and I, were having great fun with it at a party when it quit working after only a couple of hours. When Lisa agreed to cruise with me, I bought two. That way we would have a spare, if poor quality won out again.

Linda was very apprehensive when I fitted her with her modified 'Dragon Fly.' She had told me that sex toys intimidated her late husband. I made sure the little egg was lubed and bent to her g-spot and the body of the fly was lubed and pressed tightly and comfortably to her clit. Then I re-dressed her and French kissed her, messing up her lipstick. The toy was just strapped to her and not turned on. She had a 'So what?' look on her face.

Next, it was Emile's turn with me in the bathroom. She was easier to fit, only lacy black panties. I enjoyed licking her with the taste of her mom still in my mouth. She gave me the same 'So what?' look.

This was wonderful; neither woman knew what they were fitted with. I stood them side by side in the cabin and took my digital camera out of my side pocket. "This is a 'before the duel' picture. Later tonight I want to get a photographer to take a picture of us all together."

Neither woman was saying anything. Time for me to shock my ladies. I pulled the two lighter sized remote controls from coat's pockets. I had checked out everything earlier but still I said, "Let's see if everything works." With mom and daughter looking at me with questioning eyes, I pressed the 'ON' button on each remote. Their eyes grew big as silver dollars and the both inhaled deeply. I chuckled and added, "They seem to work" and turned the remotes off.

I guided two confused girls, who were learning to walk with their new gear, to cocktails and an explanation of tonight's rules.

"The disagreement you two are having is because you are both strong willed beautiful women. You both want your way. You need to learn to work out your differences." I handed each the remote that controlled the other. "All night, I want you to watch the other. Anytime you want, hit the 'ON' button and watch the effect you are causing."

As we sat at the table, the girls each pressed their 'ON' buttons. For about a minute, both enjoyed the feelings before both turned the remotes off. Linda spoke, "Tom, this is not a good idea. The vibrations are very intense. People will know."

"Well its better than killing each other. If you feel you are going to scream, cum and collapse in a withering heap on the dance floor, you have the power to make sure Emile is moaning beside you. It's almost eight. Lets head for dinner."

All through the special last night's dinner, I learned to spot the stares, little body freezes, hesitations in speech and naughty smiles that my dueling ladies were creating in each other.

Linda leaned over to me during dessert, "Tom, I'm soaking wet. Can everyone smell that I'm turned on?"

"I certainly hope so."

Her little bug must have turned on because she straightened up. She didn't seem to care anymore if other people were guessing what was happening to her.

We got into the short line to have our pictures taken on our way to the dance floor. I had borrowed the two controls from the ladies. I'm sure they thought I was protecting them from taking a funny picture. My arrangement with the photographer was for him to tell us to smile on the count of three. At two and a half I turned on both remotes. The picture was going to be priceless. All it cost me was two sore arms. Each woman belted me pretty good as we walked away from the photographer.

Since there was only one of me to dance, I alternated between Linda and Emile and urged them to dance with other guys. I even solicited a young handsome man to be Emile's partner for a fast dance. Several times I noticed the men's puzzled expressions as they thought they heard a faint buzz, thought they got a whiff of excited pussy, thought they heard a moan or thought they felt a tremble go through mom or daughter. After about two hours, we were ready to go back to their cabin.

"You two strip for me. I want to see who won the dual." Linda's panty hose had contained her wetness. Emile was wet to her knees.

Emile said, "I need to get this thing off me before my pussy falls off."

"Not yet. You two are too evenly matched. The night is a tie so far. You two get on the bed together. I'm going to turn on both the "Dragon Flies." Whoever makes the other one say 'Enough,' wins.

The turmoil on the bed was a turn-on to watch. Mom and daughter started out wrestling, each trying to pin the other's arms. At one point, Emile grabbed one of Linda's nipples and squeezed. Her mom lashed out grabbed one of her daughter's nipples in returned and twisted it even harder. That game did not last long. An unspoken, mutual pack was made, "NO NIPPLES."

The ladies destroyed the neatness of the bed. Sheets, pillows, blankets were all either twisted or off the bed. What had started out tentative was now a sweaty struggle with fingers trying to get leverage by grabbing butt cheeks, necks, feet, arms and even pussy hair. The fight turned less aggressive when Linda put Emile in a headlock. Instead, of trying to pull free, Emile just starting sucking the available nipple.

Damn, the fight was over. Now, the making-up period was beginning. Nipple rubbing quickly progressed into full on French kissing and moaning. When Linda spun 180 degrees, she started to lick around her daughter's 'Dragon Fly' and work to remove the straps holding it in place. Mom was skilled and soon had the ever buzzing device folded back along one of Emile's legs and was noisily sucking and licking away.

"Emile, your mom is about to win."

Within just a few seconds, each head was buried between beautiful eager legs and a slurp fest began. A clear winner was emerging. Emile, had mom moaning loudly. But you cannot count out the wisdom won through years of masturbation. Linda sunk two fingers deep into her daughter and worked them with lightening speed. In less than a minute, Emile stopped licking and sucking, giving us all her editorial comment on the evening, "OH SHIT." She came, drenching Linda's skilled fingers and grabbed her mothers head and began to fuck that too. Twice more Emile came and then pushed Linda away from her tender pussy.

Linda's eyes were gleaming and her voice was husky, "Is that 'enough' Emile."

"That's "Enough."

Now it was the victor's and my turn. I had stripped during the last act. Now, I pushed myself onto the bed. 

"Linda, ride me until your cunt is satisfied."

I thought that was a civilized and in control request. Linda flew onto me still in fighting mode and impaled herself on my cock while she was still in mid-flight. The impact was considerable, knocking most of my breath out. Well, that made me aggressive. I grabbed her hair, said, "Fuck me woman, fuck me hard" and then kissed her far harder than I had planned to. The more I tasted her daughters cunt juice the more I wanted. That juice was all over Linda's face and neck. I licked and sucked her face while ramming my cock up into her. She in turn, rolled her face and neck to all angles helping me lick her and she pushed down on my dick every time I lifted her hips off the bed with mine.

The act was not evolved human. This was licking, tasting, hungry sex. Sex must have been like this just a few years after man evolved into man. I needed, no demanded, to be a caveman again. I manhandled Linda onto her hands and knees. Taking hold of her hair with my left hand and her shoulder with my right, I slammed into her for my pleasure. I wasn't waiting for her. If this was a race to cum, I sure the hell was going to win it. But I didn't win. In fact Linda later told me that she had been cuming since we had started fifteen minutes earlier.

Moving my hand from her shoulder, I slapped her ass out of sheer lust. She urged me on, "Spank my ass. Spank me hard and fuck me. Fuck me even harder than you spank me." That is my translation. Linda was clearly having trouble breathing and her words were very jerky. I slapped her ass cheek and grunted like a pig. I just couldn't get nasty enough to satisfy her or me.

The least degrading and vulgar of the words that burst from me were, "Damn it cunt, slam back into me and fuck me. I'm going to push so far up you when I cum you'll taste it. Fuck me, Cunt."

We were getting wilder and wilder when my body began to lose it smoothness and I began cuming. After putting two shots of cum in her womb my dick slipped from her and I finished with my cock lying in the crack of her ass. I was still humping her and spreading her wetness and my cum everywhere.

I collapsed on Linda's back. She was on her knees with her face buried into the bed. She had almost all my weight across her upturned ass and seemed perfectly comfortable that way.

When I finally rolled off my perch, onto my back my cock had strings of cum hanging from it and my body was wet and shinny. Emile closed her fingers over me and started to lick me clean. "God, that hurts, but don' stop." She didn't. I did not harden but I was clean.

Emile spoke first, "You two were wild and really something to watch. I guess I lost the bet and have to live at home."

Linda set up, rubbing herself between her legs, "I came in, out-of-control buckets just like you did. Let's call it a draw. If Tom pays, you can try living away from home for at least one year."

"I'll pay but you have to go home with me for a couple of days before I drive you two sex machines back to Sacramento."

We just pulled the sheets from the floor and tried to cover ourselves. I went to sleep hoping neither Linda nor Emile would touch my cock until morning.