An Unexpected Cruise Trip - Day 06

An Unexpected Cruise-Trip (Day 6)

Today was the longest passage on our cruise trip and the one and only day on sea without expeditions on land. MS Europa had lifted its anchor at Syrakus rather late and had started the long way from Sicily to the Greek island of Corfu during our darkroom session. Waking up in the morning I felt the mini-vibrations of our slowly steaming ship. I got the idea that our special group had been blessed with "good vibrations" and this idea woke me up finally. Irene slept soundly like every morning and had rolled her blanket into a kind of monster dildo, wrapped by her arms and legs.

I took my morning gown as I had done it the two mornings earlier, sneaked out of our cabin and walked to my usual spot at the rails between the lifeboats; an almost secret place where I found some protection against wind. Although the Mediterranean sea was still warmer than 20°C, the early morning airstream of the steaming ship was rather fresh.

I had hoped for some early company, but I was up earlier than usual and at the one and only day without excursions most passengers had decided to sleep longer. I was staying at my favourite place for perhaps fifteen, twenty minutes and enjoyed the view to the open sea when suddenly a female arm was wrapped around my hip. My aunt, having become my new lover and bedpartner the evening before, hugged me. "Good morning, my love". She gave me a warm kiss on my cheek. "So this is your place of refuge in these early hours."

I smirked. "Sorry, today I have no exciting harbour scene on offer. Just open sea."

Irene positioned herself exactly in the same way between me and the rails as Kati had done a few days before. And in a similar way she moved her backside against my best friend and provoked an early morning growth. Anyway, in these early hours I can be stimulated very easily. So Irene's massage became very successful in an instant. A rock-hard morning cock, even with an already emptied bladder.

„What now?" was my thought, enjoying Irene's arse massage on my cock. Irene leaned herself back against me. "Please treat my tits. Very discreet, so please place your open hands onto the rails and I place my girls into them. Please grope them strongly."

I followed her wishes. As soon as my hands worked in a satisfying way, I felt her hands sneaking under my morning gown and into my shorts. She took my shaft into her hand and started to struck it slowly, but with strong pressure. Irene moaned silently, but I could already hear her growing excitement. For a few minutes we didn't move at all, only our hands worked on the other body.

"Do you have the guts?" whispered Irene silently, almost not audible in the airstream.

"For what?" As soon as I had asked her, I was able to tell myself that this was the most stupid question possible. I could feel what she wanted.

"I am naked under my gown. Just push it a little bit aside and you can enter me without hesitance."

What a temptation. Open-air on this luxury cruise ship and my aunt asked for a discreet, but public fuck. On the other hand we had an almost perfect private location. Since standing at the rails not one passenger had passed and disturbed us. And with the missing excursion on that day we had a good chance that it will stay that way for the next half hour. So I accepted silently Irene's wish. It was absolutely easy. Irene was wet, really wet. My cock flushed into her without any obstacle, I didn't even have to make several attempts to penetrate her the entire length of her pussy. One push and I was deeply inside her. If somebody would have watched us from distance, he wouldn't have recognized what we are doing. We almost didn't move, but Irene pussy muscles took over the main action and milked me, provoking unbelievable feelings. After a really short period I wasn't able to hold back and sprayed a full load deep into her. Irene was excited about her success and as she turned herself to me, releasing my cock out of her love channel, she smiled again like a young girl.

With this day on sea I experienced the feeling that trans-atlantic-passengers got decades ago, using the old MS Europa and her sister ship MS Bremen during the years before and after World War II between Europe and New York. Pure indolence on open sea. I had visited the ship's library -- yes, even the new MS Europa had one -- and had found a very interesting book about the earlier ocean liners of Norddeutscher Lloyd and HAPAG. So I had occupied a deckchair, had covered my lower half with a blanket and studied the book. For a passenger on his first cruise trip ever this book was extremely interesting, so I was reading the entire morning and some hours more on the afternoon. From time to time one group member stopped and chatted with me for a while. Then Michael Harz sat down on the next deckchair and started a discussion with me, revealing himself as an expert and enthusiast in maritime history, adding a lot of small and big stories to my lecture.

An afternoon coffee break brought Irene and Kati to Michael and me, resulting in an entertaining conversation for all of us. Nobody would have had any idea that we had been a very intimate group.

The evening's ritual on a pure sea travel day was unchanged to all other cruise days. But under these circumstances the ladies had more time to style themselves. I was amused to watch the wide range of lingerie and evening clothes my aunt had packed for her cruise trip, each piece well-chosen and obviously rather expensive. But I wasn't wondering anymore why Irene had checked in two huge suitcase with in total 40 kg when we flew to Italy at the beginning of our trip. It looked like that this was essential for herself as well as for the impression she would leave on others. I hadn't any knowledge about the luggage of our sextet's other four ladies but was convinced they had to pay extra for similar overweight. Irene choosed for tonight a bright orange lingerie set which was sexy and impressive and added a rather simple, snow-white dress on top, leaving a shiny effect of the lingerie through it. 'Orange is an alarm colour' was my first idea, observing that Irene put on bright earrings as well as two corresponding rings to her fingers. I myself was ready to march to our dinner table a quarter of an hour ago, but I wasn't impatient because it was fun to watch Irene dressing up. I never had this excitement with my wife because she was always faster than me; her one and only make-up was a lipstick. I shivered a little bit, recognizing that it was the first time since our departure from Genova that I thought about my wife at home.

"Okay my love, ready for fight?" Irene pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Ready for fight?" I laughed. "Can we expect chewy steaks that we have to attack with our knifes?"

Irene took my arm after we left our cabin although the hallway was rather narrow. "You will see! Perhaps not at the restaurant, but at our playground." She was really cheerful.

The reason for her mood became obvious during our dessert. Kati had decided tonight's Evening Star. And it was Irene! This announcement gave my thoughts additional wings. 'Would Irene have special wishes especially from me?' We had made first intimate experiences together over the last few days and nights. But I was absolutely convinced that she had special ideas and plans, for me and for all of us.

The evening's show program at the ship's theatre was first class entertainment. The follow-up visit at the ship's bar was exciting as usual, especially because the four gay-/bisexual gentlemen rounded Kati and treated her very well, but still appropriate. In excellent mood our group of six moved to our central playground-cabin, well prepared with cooled champagne and high-quality fruits.

The ritual of the collective strip of our Evening Star was especially seductive tonight. All ladies admired Irene's orange coloured lingerie set and striped it from her with special carefulness. My aunt enjoyed our ten caressing and massaging hands so much that she reached her first orgasm standing in-between us. Her heavy moans resulted in a short, but loud shout as her knees became weak and we had to catch her to prevent her falling down. For a moment I was jealous for her. To be in the centre of all loving and stimulating touches became more and more attractive for me and I asked myself whether I would enjoy this privilege too during one of the remaining evenings.

Irene recovered fast from her first climax and explained her personal wishes of treatment in clear words. "My three girlfriends heat me up until I can't take it anymore. Then I want to enjoy both gentlemen together. I dreamt already the entire cruise trip to be the centre of your sex-attacks. I will become the filling of your sandwich. Bruno is an excellent and passionate anal specialist as I know from the past. And my little Christian here" -- she reached out both arms and hands into my direction -- "will take me with full force from the front. Can we do it?"

The night's director has given us her wishes and commands. Watching the trio of Kati, Angela and Geraldine during their heating-up session for Irene, using their mouths, tongues, fingers, hands and a really cagey dildo, resulted in strong and upright cocks both for Bruno and me. Soon after Kati moved from Irene to us and worked on our cocks even harder. Irene's treatment by the ladies let to unruly movements and heavy breathing, but this time Irene didn't want to climax on short notice. She shouted loud: "I need the men! Now! Both of you!" She kneeled in the centre of the double bed and showed Bruno the desired position for him. He knew immediately what Irene wanted, stretched himself from top to bottom so that his cock stood upright like a rocket. Irene placed herself above him, a fascinating view for me. Then, assisted by Angela and Geraldine holding her arms she lowered herself taking Bruno's well lubricated cock into her similar well-oiled backdoor continuously inch by inch without any stoppage. Irene moaned full of lust and started her slow ride in her reverted cowgirl position. Fascinating, it looked like a professional porn production. And it was extremely animating for me.

I don't know how long Bruno and Irene enjoyed themselves but my pleasant anticipation was so strong that my rock-hard cock stayed without any stimulating treatment from any lady. Suddenly Irene stopped her movements, keeping Bruno's cock in her arse entirely. "Help me to move myself backwards", pleaded she to the supporting ladies, moved her feet forward and tilted her body backwards. She opened her thighs as much as possible, widened her wet pussy so that her love channel became visible and reached again her arms out into my direction. "Come, my love. I need you now! And then full power please!" Her last command was a real cry, with jittering voice full of lust and excitement.

As I positioned myself on my knees in front of her pussy and placed my cock's head at her entrance, I was full of lust, tension and unbelievable joy. Irene was very well lubricated by her love juices but extremely narrow. Bruno's rock-hard cock filled her massively. All my former experiences with double penetrations -- and I hadn't many -- had been painstaking and tense. But now Bruno and I found immediately an easy alternating rhythm, feeling each other's action very much. Exciting for us as well as for Irene whose moves supported us perfectly. All three of us got hotter and hotter, we sweated massively from head to toe, this sandwich-fuck was indeed an athletic challenge. I felt that my brain went into a special sex-mode, taking away all ordinary thoughts; I was concentrating on my work on and in Irene, nothing else.

I felt the simultaneous explosion of Bruno and Irene and especially her orgasmic contractions. But Irene, now stretched flat with her back upon Bruno, forced me with really dirty talk to continue. "Harder, harder!" was her key command, our hips crashed on each other, splashing our sweat and juices into all directions. Irene experienced a kind of continuous orgasm which forced me to unknown emotional and physical heights until I finished my own explosion. My load was so large that it squeezed out of Irene's pussy on both sides with each push and pull.

Totally exhausted we three collapsed together, felt to the side, heavily breathing. Irene couldn't stop to caress and kiss my face and mouth. Her sweaty hair hung in long streaks on both sides of her head. She looked unbelievable happy and satisfied.

It took a long while, then she kissed her two lovers and pressed our faces and mouths onto her nipples and demanded to get sucked as strong as possible. "This was the best experience of my entire sex-life", was her jubilant conclusion. "Unbelievable. 44 years of sex, but I have never experienced an orgasm like this. Thank you, my loves." To confirm her words she opened her thighs, widening both love channels and smacked both her pussy and her arsehole with her flat hand. It splashed enormously. "Great, absolutely great."

It took a while until our evening orgy society split into the three cabins. Being alone with me, Irene pushed herself into my single bed and snuggled herself close to me. "I want to fell you the entire night close to me", was her last wish before she felt into deep sleep. On the other side I stood awake for an additional hour, listened to her steady breath and recapitulated the day's pictures in front of my imaginative eyes. It had been unbelievable exciting and I felt lucky to participate in this special cruise trip.

To be continued