Storiesonline.net ------- Summer Vacation by Sausage Dog Copyright© 2002 by Sausage Dog ------- Description: My wife was a true conservative, however I learned she is just your "Red Blooded American Girl" after she has a few drinks Codes: MF FF Mult cons non-con rape reluc dru bi swing group orgy interr BM WF anal size fist ------- Chapter 1: First Day My wife really wasn't a prude, I would call her extremely conservative. She was a beautiful woman when we married and she has not lost her beauty. Our marriage of fifteen years has been a good one; I have no complaints, other than Mary being conservative. When I say conservative I mean it and every sense possible, grocery shopping, automobile purchases, necessities for the house and our clothing. Its true, our savings account is much fatter under her guidance where it would be very slim if I were in charge. Connie, are fourteen-year-old daughter, is almost a duplicate image of her mother with the exception of height. Connie stands at five-five compared to Mary's five-eleven. Connie's weight is within two pounds of her mother's one-thirty-five, and her cup size is a 'B' compared to her mother's 'C', each measuring thirty-four inches. On many occasions, they dress alike, often mistaken for sisters, and not mother and daughter. I would be unable to tell you their best features: either their long well shaped legs, beautiful large brown eyes, jet-black hair falling six inches below the shoulder, or their beautifully shaped lips. Whether they are alone, or walking together, they never fail to draw stares from the opposite sex, young and old alike. In fact, I am at my proudest when I see men staring at them, and I just say proudly to myself, 'eat your heart out' because they are spoken for. Mary, scrutinized winning a two-week, all-expenses-paid, summer vacation for two, to the point the travel agent simply threw up his arms and said, "Look, I've tried everything you asked and I cannot get it changed. You have two options, you either leave on the scheduled date or you lose the vacation, it's your choice to make." The vacation was a blessing, actually falling on our anniversary; however, I felt the same as Mary, eight days were going to be spent on a ship. She made proposals to get the vacation shortened and we would fly, however that was a flop and didn't happen. We farmed our daughter out to her uncle and flew to our port. The trip started out a disaster, first our airline reservations were unconfirmed, we didn't sit together, and upon arriving at the ship, our stateroom wasn't ready for three hours. Our supper, the first evening was a disastrous occasion, twelve people assigned to a table seating eight... The food was good however, not excellent just good. The stateroom was made available to us after we finished supper and that is when we found another problem. My wife brought Connie's suitcase, and the ship's store carried no suitable women's clothing in my wife's size. The alternative, my wife had to wear Connie's clothes. I found it suitable and pleasing on the eyes however, my wife was very upset, and this was unusual for her. She always appeared calm, cool, and collected, one never to lose her temper. Needless to say, we remained in our stateroom the first evening. Connie's clothes stopped six inches above her knees, pleasing me, and disturbing her. Initially she refused to go topside, but I convinced her she couldn't stay in the stateroom for eight days. Once topside, she began to feel much more comfortable in as much as most of the women were showing much more than she was. Although uncomfortable with her dress, she made the best of a good thing and I was proud, as she drew stares from every male and majority of the female passengers. By the end of the first day, she was almost her normal self, laughing along with others and enjoying herself. She accepted an invitation from another couple, to join them for dinner, and the dance party later in the evening. This was out of character for her because she scrutinized people, the same as she did everything else. The dress for dinner was semi formal and of the three choices available, she chose the one I liked the best. The dress was low-cut when Connie wore it, on Mary, it was a dream come true for every red-blooded American male. I expected her to fall out each time she moved, and apparently, she did also, she made every movement slow. The couple sharing our table could not keep their eyes off her chest all evening, and I must admit mine remained on her chest also. I had to be the proudest husband at the dance, and my wife the most popular. I was fortunate enough to dance with her on three occasions, the first dance, and two dances somewhere near the middle of the evening. Each dance number saw my wife being asked by at least two gentlemen for the opportunity to dance with her. She was hesitant at the first request however, after the first dance with a stranger, she relaxed, and began to enjoy herself. Much of her relaxation came at the expense of the men who purchased the drinks, which she consumed quickly. The drinks provided were exceptional, and you were unaware of the amount of alcohol you were consuming, until it was too late. Mary, not a drinker, became tipsy and very friendly with each of her dance partners. Midway through the evening, when I had the opportunity to dance with her, I was surprised, pleasantly, at her grinding her mound into my midsection, giving me a hard on. From that point on, I noticed that each man bringing her back the table also sported an erection, and many did not try to conceal it. It was not alone after our dance, as I was dancing with the women at our table. I noticed Mary had not returned to the table for over an hour, and I assumed I missed her as I had been dancing, and not watching her every move. I made a trip to the restroom and heard the gossip about the woman in the yellow dress taking on a few of the man in the game room. Mary was wearing a yellow dress and I had not seen her in over an hour, and as soon as I finished my business, I walked into the game and stood in a far corner watching everyone. I stood in the corner long enough to finish a drink before I saw three men lead her from a storage room, her clothing askew. She could barely stand, and as she would pull her dress down on one side, one of the men would lift the other side. She was really lit because she was laughing at her inability to keep her dress down, and they were laughing at her because the dress was the only article of clothing she wore. Sometime during the evening, she lost her panties. I was initially upset however, deep inside I enjoyed watching them handle her body. I ordered another drink and sat near the game table where they were seated. They were playing some type of a card game, which I was unfamiliar with, therefore I was quite certain Mary did not know the rules. I soon learned it would have made no difference if she knew the rules, because they were passing cards under the table, and in her inebriated state, there was no way she could win. The game lasted about three hands and the men escorted her into the storage room. I waited about five minutes and walked to the room, easing the door open and looking inside. My wife was leaned across a small table, her dress was pulled up, and revealing her backside and one of the men was fucking her from behind. The second man was standing in front of her, and she was sucking his giant prick, while the third man was standing beside her and she was giving him a hand job. I knew I should have intervened, instead I got a hard on like I could not remember ever having. I watched as the men took her, rotating positions after each came in her cum-filled pussy. When each had fucked her, I stepped behind her, lowered my trousers, and I fucked her. I fucked her the same as they had, I just put the prick to her for my own pleasure. The men did not say a word, and I fucked into her hard, and as deep as I possibly could. I did not speak for fear she would recognize my voice. When I finished, I dressed and returned to the game room, leaving her with the three men. I waited, and they returned to the room minutes later, her dress tucked where her pussy was showing, much to the pleasure of the men sitting close to the storeroom door. One of the women assisted her, and helped her from the room, realizing she was drunk and incapable of taking care of herself. I followed and I thought they were going to our room; however, they stopped three doors from our room and went inside. I waited for over an hour, and Mary finally came out of the room alone, and due to the amount of alcohol she consumed, she was actually unaware she was on the ship. I walked to her, and taking her arm, led her to our room. Once inside our room, I could see traces of sperm in her hair, her ears, and on her chest. I went into the small bath and adjusted the shower, intending to bathe her, however when I returned to the stateroom, she was passed out on the bed. I left her to sleep and I used the shower instead. I presume I could be classified as a pervert now. I woke early and went to breakfast, leaving Mary sleeping, and later went to lunch. I stopped at the ship's store and purchased Neosporin and cleaning pads with alcohol. I cleaned and put medication on the scratches I found on her once flawless skin, after I undressed her. I caressed her naked body, sucked her nipples hard, and bit them, drawing blood on one. I could taste the strange taste of dried sperm, and she was in need of a bath, however I found it strangely exciting to manipulate her body in ways she rejected in the past. I fingered her pussy, and I even fisted her a while after I found I could easily get four fingers inside her pussy, and there was still room for a fifth. I tried fisting her a few times when she had a few drinks; however, in the past she had enough control of her senses to stop me. She had been sleeping twelve hours and after I fist her again, I will wake her. I am going to wake her the way she likes being awakened best; I am going to be eating her pussy, but my fist in her pussy is going to be a surprise to her. I am sure she will awaken when I bite her clit hard. Tonight is another night, and I am hoping she will attend the dance after supper. We still have six nights remaining on the ship, and I am hoping for the best, whatever it may be. If anything of interest happens, I will write about it. ------- Chapter 2: Second Day Mary was sleeping; however, her body was reacting to my fist maneuvering inside her pussy. Her pussy was tight, a sign she was waking and had partial control of her body. I removed my fist slowly and she moaned loudly at the sudden ejection, her pussy forcing my hand from her opening, once the fattest part of my hand slipped from her pussy. Burying my face in her opening, I licked the juices her pussy released, flicked my tongue across her clit, as she pushed at my head, trying to force it from her 'V'. "I need a shower," she mumbled sleepily. Forcing my head from her mound, she twisted her body where I was unable to make contact between her pussy and my mouth. I sat upright, and she scampered from the bed, rushing to the small bathroom. I heard the shower start and sat back waiting for her to return. I picked up the entertainment schedule and began reading, noticing the dress for the dance for the evening was casual. I read almost every article in the pamphlet before laying it down. Picking another brochure from the nightstand, I read it and lay it back on the stand beside the entertainment guide. I could still hear the shower and realized Mary had been under the water for twenty-five minutes. My curiosity was aroused and I walked to the door and called out, "Mary, honey are you alright?" I waited for a full minute before I heard a response. "Yes," she replied, however her voice sounded muffled, and I opened the door. I could see her sitting on the floor of the shower and I quickly opened the door. I saw she was crying, and the cold water was pelting her body. Shutting the water off, I stepped in and lifted her, her skin was ice cold from the water. I toweled her dry while she stood trembling, her crying continuing. I lifted her, and carried her to the bed. After removing my sweats, I slipped in beside her and pulled the blanket over us. Pulling her close, I was using my body to warm hers. I held her close for ten minutes before she stopped trembling, her body had warmed, and she relaxed in my arms. She was continuing to cry intermittently. We lay coupled for a long while and I even dozed a few minutes, until I heard her speak. "Carl, I don't want you to divorce me, I love you. Please, I'll do anything for you; just don't ask me for a divorce." She began crying softly again and her arms pulled me close, her bare breasts pressing against my bare skin, causing me to become erect. "Divorce!" I exclaimed rather loudly, "I never said anything about a divorce, what are you talking about?" I was in a state of confusion, my first thought was she had been dreaming and woke to soon. "I'll do anything," she said, "I'll be your slave if you want me to, just don't send me away, PLEASE!" Her voice had changed and she was begging me now. "Wait," I said still confused, "Wait just a minute, what are you talking about? Divorce, why would I ask for a divorce? I don't want a divorce, what gave you that idea?" I was totally confused and wanted her to explain. "I'll do what you ask, anything you want, just don't divorce me. I will learn to make love the way you want me to, and I will be much better than Connie will, you will see. Just give me another chance, please, I'm begging." She started crying again and pressed her body closer to mine, if that were possible. She was already pressed against me, our bodies almost one. "Honey, what brought this on?" I asked, and a thought flashed through my mind, she could have a boyfriend or lover, I was still confused. "Then you won't... , " she paused a moment and wiped her eyes, "you won't tell Connie," she said pulling back and looking at me for the first time since I woke her. "And just what am I promising not to tell Connie?" I asked. "You won't tell Connie about last night, if I promise to do what you ask," she said, as she looked at me hard, her brows wrinkled. "Mary, Connie is a thousand miles from here and no, I am not telling her anything." Then it dawned on me, she was worried about the previous evening, and I chuckled to myself. I enjoyed her letting it all out, I even fucked her while she was in her drunken state and she was none the wiser. I did think about her remarks, one in particular, she would do anything I asked. "About last night," I paused when she looked at me sharply, "did you enjoy yourself?" I asked turning her head in my direction, my hand on her chin. She just stared at me and I saw the tears welling in her eyes. She started to speak; however, whatever she was going to say was interrupted by another outburst of crying. "I had a fabulous evening," I said, "and I fucked a woman in a storeroom with three other men, and she was wonderful." This stopped her crying abruptly and she stared at me. I was smiling and nodding as I looked at her; I hoped she would take it as a sign of approval. "You... , you... , " she said but that was all she said before she pulled me to her tightly again. "I am so sorry about last night; I had too much to drink. Please forgive me, I will never do it again, I promise." Caressing her back, my hand sliding down and squeezing an ass cheek, I said, "You don't understand, I am glad you let loose, you were enjoying yourself and I enjoyed myself also. You should do it more often, as a matter of fact, I'm asking you to do it more often." "But... , but... , those men they... , " she said however she was unsure what to say about the evening. "Those men, you mean the men who danced with a beautiful woman, getting her drunk by feeding her twice as many drinks as she has ever had, and then making love to her, those men that went to their staterooms very happy, are those the ones you are speaking of," I said as I continued caressing her ass cheeks. There was a long period of silence before I spoke again, "I bet some of those men are hoping a certain young woman comes back to the dance this evening." "I couldn't," she said burying her face hard in my shoulder, "I couldn't go back there, I would be too embarrassed, I couldn't face them." "You aren't going to meet them, you are going to the dance, and if they want to dance with you, then they have to ask you. That is no reason for you to be embarrassed." Mary was showing remorse and I tried to explain to her, we were a thousand miles from home and they were complete strangers, we did not owe them anything. We were adults on vacation and we could enjoy ourselves, we were free to do as we pleased, and only after we returned home would we need to resume our old lifestyle. She was nodding and I knew she wanted to accept my answer and I understood it was hard for her; it was hard for me also. "Mary," I asked, "how long have we been married?" She looked up at me, a questioning look on her face, "We have been married fifteen years," she said. "Why, why are you asking that?" "Have you had another lover in those fifteen years," I asked. "Of course not!" she exclaimed raising her voice. "Do you doubt that I have been faithful to you?" "No, I never thought about you having a lover, and I have never doubted you. In those fifteen years have you ever looked at another man, and thought he may be a good lover, and you would not mind him taking you to bed and fucking your brains out?" She could see the serious look on my face as I asked the question. "Well, I... , " she did not complete her answer. "I accept your answer, and interpret it to be a yes. You did find someone attractive, and you were tempted to make love to him. The point is you did not. You did not because of Connie, our marriage, and me. You had too much to lose, along with your self-respect. Well things are different now, we are on vacation, and we can change the rules, without it affecting our life at home. I am asking you now, throw away all inhibitions, and enjoy yourself for the remainder of our vacation. What we do, what we say, what we see, for the next week or ten days will remain here, and not be discussed at home. That is my promise to you. I love you with all my heart and I promise to love you just as much after we return home, no matter what happens on this ship." I took her hands and brought them to my lips, and kissed each as I gazed into her eyes. "I love you!" Tears welled in her eyes and she replied, "I love you. I have loved you since the first moment I saw you, and you have made me very happy, happier than I thought I could ever be." "I am hungry," I said, "could we get dressed and eat?" "I am hungry also, but I'm hungry for you. Would you make love to me now please?" she asked as she ground her chest into mine. Supper was more organized that evening; we were seated at a table of ten, and our table consisted of Noah and Clara, a handsome black couple, David and Micki, a young newlywed couple, and Sam and Edie, an elderly couple. The only couple our age, Art and Amy, reserved and quiet, and it was Amy who had taken Mary into her room the evening before. Mary recognized her also, her face turning crimson the first few times Amy spoke to her. Not only was the supper more organized, the meal was gourmet quality, the service first-line, and the conversation at the table was cordial and hilarious, at times. The young couple, David and Micki, was taking the brunt of most of the jokes; however, they adjusted well and laughed along with everyone else. My education came when the women excused themselves to powder their noses. The young man David, and myself were the only couples that had never been on a cruise ship before. I was stunned when Sam, the elder man, spoke as soon as the women were out of hearing distance, his remarks coming unexpected. "This is the finest pussy I have seen in five cruises, and I am looking forward to dipping my prick into some of it. I know my wife likes the look of these pricks; she is as anxious as I to start sampling." I looked at the other men sitting around the table; the young newlywed had the same stunned look on his face as I, the other two, smiling, and nodding. Looking back to the elderly gentleman, I knew he was serious, and the looks on the two men's faces only confirmed my suspicions. My prick jumped at the thought of screwing the young newlywed and the black girl, each were gorgeous looking women. They compared in looks to Mary, however the elderly woman looked great to for her age, as did Amy. I suddenly felt uneasy, my prick was now fully erect, and I had to shift it for comfort. The older man, Sam, ordered another round, and the black man, Noah, spoke up, "what do you propose for the evening?" he asked, looking first at the younger newlywed, and then in my direction, and finally to the older man. "Well, we'll just have us a fine ole time dancing, and then will meet to my stateroom after midnight, and really party. Until then, let's just enjoy ourselves, any objection to that?" he smiled as he nodded in the direction of the returning women. I watched the women cross the floor and my prick twitched, actually, they were all good-looking, and I wanted to screw each one, especially the newlywed and black girl. After the women were seated, more drink orders were placed, and the conversation turned to the dance and other activities scheduled. I excused myself and went to the men's room, noticing the newlywed was following. I was draining my prick when he asked, "Do you think they were kidding, or were they serious, and how do they know the women will agree?" "I think they were just kidding us," I said, feeling like a heel. I wanted to fuck his wife as bad as the others did. I watched the young couple and I knew the drinks were getting to them already, and after a few more, they were as good as fucked. I heard him mumbling, as he grabbed the pipe above the urinal to steady himself, and I asked, "What was that?" "I never had a black girl before, and she sure looks fine, I would not mind fucking her. I don't think my wife would stand for it, and I know she wouldn't agree to fuck the other men, although I wasn't the first to get in her panties." He was holding the pipe tightly, for stability, as he spoke. "I don't think you will have a problem getting into her panties, just get your wife to dance with the others and you ask her for a few dances. You can make your play at that time," I said, feeling confident I would get a chance with his wife. "How do I get my life to dance with the others? I can't just say you need to dance with them." He looked at me with a sympathetic look after he spoke. "Just leave that to us, and we will entertain your wife giving you the opportunity with Clara. At the first opportunity, you should ask, and don't take no for an answer," I said as I turned from him and grinned. I did not think he would have a problem with her; she had been studying him throughout the meal. I don't know what I was expecting when we joined with the crowd moving to the dance, when it was announced. After the discussion at the dinner table, I was prepared for anything. I was slightly disappointed, the men were perfect gentlemen. The first number was playing and Mary and I were dancing. She began teasing immediately, grinding her mound into my erection. "I had a terrible dream last night," she said, speaking into my chest. "Actually, it was this afternoon, I woke, and you were not in the room. I went back to sleep and I dreamed you left me. You and Connie were laughing as you left me on the roadside, and she was shouting at me, "I will be a better lover than you." I was so afraid I lost you, and I promised myself I would do anything you asked, if you would let me stay. In my dream, the two of you just kept driving off, and she kept shouting the same thing, repeatedly. "I told you that we are on vacation, far from home, and no one is watching. You have my permission to do as you please, act out your fantasies, or anything else. I love you, and I want you to be happy, be yourself. Remember anything goes, and I am not unhappy about last night, I received my reward." I laughed and placed one hand on her ass and squeezed. "I love you," she said, "Are you sure you don't mind Sam and Noah playing with my ass?" she said as she chuckled and buried her face in my shoulder. "Sam, you mean the old man has some energy left in him, and Noah, our well tanned friend, seem interested in your backside, I would have thought it would be David, the younger male who would be most interested in you. I have not heard you complaining very loud, if at all. Do you have any concerns about Noah being black?" I was wondering if she would bring the subject up, because I had seen each of them rubbing on her ass. "No," she whispered, "I think he is handsome and intriguing, and he is interested in me, do you mind?" "No, I don't mind, as a matter of fact I find his wife quite attractive, maybe we can work it where we can all be together, have you thought of that?" I asked. She stopped dancing and looked at me. "I don't know if I could make love to another man while you are watching," she said. "What about me making love to another woman while you watched?" I asked. "I am not sure I'm ready for that even," Mary remarked. I brushed my lips lightly against Mary's, and felt the light tap on my shoulder. Noah asked, "Do you mind if I cut in?" I released Mary's hand, turned, and took Clara in my arms. Glancing at Mary, I knew she was going to have a good evening, and I felt I certainly would also, as Clara pressed her soft body against me. The evening passed swiftly, and I danced with each of the women, Micki and Clara my favorites. I noticed Noah remained close to Mary throughout the evening, and when she looked in my direction, she would smile. David was slick, and I must give credit to the youth of today. I worked all evening to get Clara in my bed, and at the last minute, he came in and took her from me. I had to laugh, I was sure of myself, too sure. When we left the dance, I did not expect to see Noah and Mary in Sam's stateroom, however I was disappointed when David and Clara did not show. I had a good buzz working when I entered Sam and Edie's stateroom. I was expecting a great time, and hoping I could make it with the three women. The alcohol I previously consumed, had built into me a false sense of me being the 'All American Male', and able to handle all available women. Reality struck me like a brick when Amy sat beside me, on the settee and reached for my prick. I quickly gave myself a self-satisfying answer, as she fondled the soft piece of flesh I called a prick, 'she didn't appeal to me sexually'. I knew that was not the true situation however, I knew the answer, and it was the alcohol. I exceeded my limit, the same way Mary had exceeded hers the evening before. There was a tremendous difference; I was unable to perform. As shocking as it seemed at the time, I would come to appreciate it. Micki and I had not brought a drink from the dance, and Sam said to Edie as soon as we were in the room, "Edie, would you get these two a drink; they seem to have left their drinks at the dance." He gave a hearty laugh, pulled Micki into the center of the room, and started dancing, sans music. She was pushing from him however, he was insistent. Amy was mouthing the soft piece of flesh, the piece I no longer cared to call a prick, as I watched the young girl manhandled. His courteous ways disappeared when he entered his stateroom, I said to myself. I looked at his wife, wondering if she would help the young newlywed, however just as I looked at her I saw her dump powder into the two drinks she was mixing. I watched as she stirred them, dissolving the powder, and then she walked to Micki and passed one to her, walking to me and sitting the other in front of me. She smiled and said, "Your drink, it looks like you will need it," she pointed to Amy sucking on my prick. I studied the drink for a moment and picked it up, pouring half of it into Amy's glass, after Edie turned from us, and set the remainder on the table. I looked at Sam and Micki, and he was encouraging her to go bottoms up with her drink, which she was sipping. I knew she was being drugged, and I knew I should do something about it; however, I just sat there, returning my eyes to the glass sitting before me. This whole setting is wrong, I told myself. I blamed it on the alcohol however, I knew that was not the real reason, I wanted Micki. Her naked body flashed through my mind, and I wanted her, that was the reason I remained silent. Amy moaned, "Mmmm, I knew I could do it," she said as she rose speaking to me, my prick erect. Little did she know it was the images of Micki flashing through my mind that gave me the boner of which she was so proud. Amy engulfed my prick again, and she was working miracles, I was feeling something. I do not know how long she had been sucking my prick but I opened my eyes when she stopped. Edie and Amy were removing my trousers, and I had to stifle a laugh when I saw Edie's nude body. It wasn't that she didn't have a good-looking body, she did. It was due to the tan, her breasts and ass were never exposed to the sun, and her skin was white where a two-piece suit covered her. Her breasts were skin white, and her areolas were two large dark circles, with darker nipples. "You have him nice and hard for me," she said as she tossed my trousers and shorts to the side, and lowered her body over my prick, rushing as though it was going to vanish. "I'll take him from here Amy, you will be needed with the girl," she said as she began moving up and down on my prick. Amy stood and lifted her drink, downing it before she set the glass on the table. She walked over to Micki, who was resisting Sam, and pulled her into the next room. Micki allowed Amy to lead her just to remove herself from Sam's clutches. "NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I heard Micki shout from the room Amy had pulled her into. Sam and Art rushed into the room when they heard the loud cry. "Noooo please," came a voice sounding like Micki, before there was a loud muffled moan. The cries excited me, and I could feel my prick stiffen. Edie was increasing her tempo, and I could feel myself building up to a state of mind every male enjoys, that blissful state just before cuming, when your body takes control and your mind is free for a few moments. You want to reach the peak, however you want to prolong the state just prior, for as long as possible. In reality, it is just a few milli-seconds; however, it seems like forever, that is until it ends. After that short period of time, the next few minutes are bliss, then you return to the real world, and worries and concerns are once again present. I was in that state of bliss; I could hear the moans of the girl, and the joy in the men's voices, although I was unable to comprehend what they were saying. Lying beside me, Edie was panting, her state comparable to my own. She seemed to recover much quicker than I, and reached for the drink sitting before me. Looking at me, she raised the glass in a toast, "Bottoms up," she said as she finished the drink prepared for me. Edie's body was warm and soft, and I began tracing my fingers around the tan lines, and then her areola. I was circling the area around the nipple and watching the nipple as it grew. I suspected many mouths had suckled from it and I lowered mine over the closest, adding one more to the total. I cupped, caressed, and toyed with one breast, as I sucked on the closest. The nipple fattened, however it never became hard. I mashed its mate and it began fattening. Her skin was soft, and I let my hand slip downward, lower, and lower, until I was covering her pussy. Her body responded to my touch and as I pressed against her mound, her body pressed back, and the sigh she gave was an acknowledgement she was enjoying my touch. Slipping a finger into her wet pussy, I began searching for a clit, and the sharp jerk in her body indicated I found it immediately. I began rubbing my forefinger over it and her body responded with tiny jerking motions. The tiny jerks became more pronounced as I worked faster and pressed harder, causing her clit to become enlarged. Her legs spread involuntarily as I worked until I was able to grasp it. Her body seemed to spasm as I rolled the tiny clit between my thumb and forefinger. Her body stiffened and she inhaled deeply, holding it as her body trembled, from her toes upward, until I let her relax by removing my hand. I expected her to say something however, when I looked at her, she was sleeping. Manipulating Edie's body had given new life to my prick, now standing semi-erect. The sounds from the nearby room caused it to grow even more, and I untangled myself from the sleeping body and walked toward the door they entered earlier. Micki was making low sounds and I knew she was saying no, over and over, as I approached the doorway. I wasn't prepared for what I saw however, my prick jumped and I became fully erect in seconds. Her arms were stretched over her head, tied to the headboard, and one leg tied to the foot of the bed. Her free leg had a rope around it; however, she had apparently pulled it loose. Her ass was raised with a giant pillow, and Sam was driving his prick into her small body with an accelerated pace. His uttering made me realize he was about to cum inside her. I was frozen to the spot; this was wrong, this was not supposed to happen, this was a pleasure cruise. Micki's no's were getting weaker and they appeared to be coming faster. I had the feeling she was going to come, as Sam did, however I wasn't sure. I knew Sam was going to cum, and cum soon. I almost stepped forward to stop him when I realized I was much smaller than both Sam and Art. They hadn't looked that much larger earlier, however there was a big difference I noticed, since we were all naked. I wanted to stop him however, I was intrigued by the moment, and when he bellowed, I felt my body tremble, almost as though I was coming at the same time. I watched mesmerized as he dumped his sperm into the young woman, wondering if he was seeding her at the right time of the month. His jerking was proof he was definitely filling her with a full load, and much was escaping as he pulled out, before he drove again. I couldn't move until he stopped, and when he was finished and pulled his prick from her, it was as though he was removing a fire hose, so was the size of his prick. It had to be ten inches or longer and the size, damn he was huge. I understood in an instant why Edie was so good at using the muscles in her pussy; she had to know how to use them if she wanted her pussy to close. Micki's pussy was gaping open and I could have inserted a coke bottle inside her easily. Sam moved from her spread legs and Art looked at me, then to my erection smiling, and moved between her spread legs. Art was almost as large as Sam was, and Micki groaned as he plunged into her sharply, his prick dry. I watched Art for a minute or two, and he was showing no mercy, as he thrust into her hard and deep. I could not take it and walked from the room. I saw Edie on the settee and stopped, walking back to the bedroom I looked for Amy. She was propped in a corner sleeping, and then I realized they were not sleeping, the girls had drank my drink. I had an idea and walked to the bar. I searched for the container I saw Edie handle earlier and finally found it. I mixed three drinks, pouring half of the powder in each of the two drinks I was preparing for Sam and Art. I stirred them, thinking I would never get the powder dissolved, and walked back into the bedroom. I sat the two drinks within reach of the men and stood back, drinking the one I held. Sam picked up the drink immediately and drank it, almost in one drink. Art did not slow his fast pace until Sam offered him the remaining drink. Art stopped long enough to finish the drink and started plunging deep and hard again. I approached Sam, stroking my prick, and asked, "Do you think he is going to be long? Sam let out a yell, and slapped his bare leg, "Hell yes, he can go for half an hour, or more. The longer he goes, the better the film, and the more money we make. We get paid by the minute, don't you see the clock?" I looked at the headboard and sure enough, there was a clock. I looked around and saw there were four cameras filming the rape also. I did not notice them my first visit to the room. I stood in the same spot, watching the clock and Art. At the five-minute mark, he seemed to start slowing and he was definitely slower at seven minutes. At the nine-minute mark, he fell on top of Micki. I looked around and Sam was sitting in a chair, sleeping also. I pushed Art from Micki's body hard, and he rolled from the bed, into the floor, making a loud thump. I didn't care if he broke his neck, it served him right. Loosening Micki, I searched for her clothing and found it ripped where it was beyond repair. I looked through the closet and found a robe, along with more tapes. I tossed them on the bed, and went to the cameras. I removed the tapes, dumped them in a plastic trashcan, and poured six quarts of the most expensive liquor I could find behind the bar into the trashcan, covering the tapes. I checked the room and picked up Micki's clothes, and wiped everything down, leaving no trace of our being there. I did not know what room Micki was in; therefore, I led her through the ship to our cabin, passing half a dozen people who gave us some weird looks. Mary was not in the cabin and I lay Micki in our bed. I waited an hour, and Mary still hadn't returned, and I was sleepy. I lay on top of the coverlet and went to sleep. I opened my eyes when I felt someone stroking my prick and the first thing I saw was the clock. Five o'clock. I looked around, expecting Mary, however it was Micki's hand on my prick. I didn't ask any questions, I stood and removed my clothes, and slipped into the bed beside her. Micki spoke three words, "Please be gentle." Micki and I were making love, for the second time, when Mary slipped into the room silently at seven o'clock. Micki saw her and froze, whispering to me, "Your wife is here I think." I looked at Mary, saw the faint smile on her face, and continued making love to the young newlywed. Mary watched from the doorway, never moving. Micki came, I came, and Mary came to the bed and joined us. Micki called her room and David didn't answer until after nine. Mary gave her a skirt and blouse belonging to Connie, and they fit her perfectly. Micki now had suitable clothing to return to her room. I asked Mary to dress, and accompany me to the ship's captain, where she heard the story first hand. I presented him with a copy of the tape and, after talking with Micki and David, the cruise line flew us back to our port of embarkation. We were the guests of the cruise line for nine days, both couples, with first class accommodations. We had to identify Art, Sam, Amy, and Edie when they disembarked, and we were free to return home. One year later, we enjoyed another week of vacation, this time the accommodations were second-class, however they were still good. They were paid by Uncle Sam, to attend the trial. Our four friends are now residing at his expense for a few years. David did not take the notoriety of the trial too well; actually, he never recovered from the initial rape. Although he admitted he enjoyed his night with Clara, he could not cope with his wife being as free loving as he is. Micki returned home with Mary and I, and we have a great relationship, sleeping three to a bed. We have formed our own company, and we work from home, the four of us. Of course, Connie is still in school and can only work part-time, however she is a valuable asset to the accounting department, since she is our budget officer. Connie convinced Mary we could not grow with the tight reigns she was accustomed to holding on our money. Connie understands our relationship with Micki, and they are as close as sisters are. A few nights ago, while we were enjoying a nice supper, she informed us she was sixteen and wanted to go on our next cruise. Incidentally, that cruise is scheduled for six weeks from today, exactly two years from the date of our first cruise, and another coincidence, it is on the same ship. For the record, I did not destroy all the tapes, I kept three, one for each of the three nights we were at sea. The tapes, with the other two women, contain the same subject matter, rape; however, we do not know the women. The tape we enjoy most however was given to us after the trial by one of the investigators. When he passed it to me, he said it was not needed as evidence. It is just one minute long, and it shows me placing a large dildo, almost a replica of Sam's prick, in Amy's pussy. I could only get three inches inside her pussy. I placed my foot on the dildo and shoved, the remaining eight inches entered her with all the force in my leg. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2002-09-20 Last Modified: 2002-09-25 / 12:00:00 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------