After their romps the previous night, and enjoying a meal sharing a selection of Tapas dishes, fries, beer and wine, the four friends chatted and laughed through the evening and into the small hours.
Nick and Karen returned to their room, discarding their clothes and clambering into bed without even bothering to put on pyjamas.
Karen had deliberately left the bedroom curtains partially open to ensure they didn't sleep in too late, as she had the previous morning.
Karen stirred as the sun began to pierce the gloom of the bedroom, she still felt stretched from the sexual excesses of the night before. She hadn't felt that way since she had lost her virginity as a young 18 year old, in a fumble with Rob, her first 'proper' boyfriend.
He had been very persuasive, and Karen was very inexperienced, not just sexually but in the ways of the world.
After a night out with him, he had been his usual charming self. She found him exciting, he flattered her, paid her lots of attention. He kissed her in ways she and never been kissed before.
The way he teased her nipples, softly at first and then slightly roughly and back to gentle kisses and tonguing were her first real experiences of foreplay and the sensations that ran through her body were unlike anything she had felt before.
The way he had stroked her pussy made her burn with passion inside. And then the punchline, "If you really loved me, you would let me make love to you, I want you. I'll be gentle, if it's your first time."
The tearing of her hymen, whilst sore, was nothing among the passion of the moment but his roughness and short lived efforts before filling his condom and pulling out had made her feel used.
Their relationship, once he'd had what he wanted, was finished.
She felt that same urge with Lex, the size of his cock was mesmerising but his gentleness and considerate nature was what pushed her past her natural reticence.
She touched herself and felt how sticky she was. Her pussy had definitely been moisturised the previous night easing the passage of Lex huge cock inside her..
Nick stirred, and sensing that Karen was awake, spooned up behind her and kissed her on the neck softly. "You okay, babe?" he asked, genuinely concerned about her. She had obviously had an experience she had enjoyed but was overwhelmed by the significant physical difference.
"Mmm, you?" Karen responded.
"Let's have an easy day, eh? Just you and me, watching Normandy float past, slow down the pace. What do you think?" Nick suggested.
"Sounds idyllic!" said Karen, turning over and resting her head on Nick's chest, his hand gently draped across her waist.
The couple drifted back into a deep slumber.
*****
Becky and Lex lay quietly, the gentle hum of the boat's engines seemed to lull them as they slept.
Tap, tap, tap..... "Room service"
Jean opened the door to Lex and Becky's suite and carried in the tray of pastries, the large Caffetier of coffee and the bowls of yoghurt and muesli.
"Good morning, Monsieur, Madame Anderson," Jean greeted them, both sitting up in bed, the duvet wrapped around the lower part of Becky's chest but showing plenty of cleavage, Lex sitting next to her bare chested.
"It's 8.00am, I've brought breakfast as ordered last night. Shall I leave the breakfast tray on the lounge table, Monsieur?" Jean suggested.
"Perfect, thanks Jean," Lex responded.
Jean placed the tray on the table, and turned to leave. Catching sight of Becky once more as he passed the Bedroom door.
Becky smiled, "Thank you Jean, you're a sweetie!" she teased, watching his eyes glance at the roundness of her tits peeping out above the duvet.
"A pleasure, madame," Jean replied as he left the suite.
"You're a bloody, tease!" chuckled Lex, "Poor lad, didn't know where to look."
"Oh, I think he did! He certainly didn't look me in the eye when he passed," Becky tittered.
"So, here's the challenge then! If I can bed Jean, you need to bed Sophie." Becky challenged.
"Oh, my God, you get worse, you really do!" Lex retorted, "I'm going for a shower."
Becky jumped out of bed and took a bite of a Danish pastry, picked up the phone and pressed 'Room service'.
The phone was answered in two rings, "Room service, good morning!"
"Good morning, it's Mrs Anderson, could we have some cream to go with the coffee, please. There is milk, but no cream."
"Of course, Madame, straight away. I do apologise."
A couple of minutes later... Tap, tap, tap, "Roomservice," called Jean.
Becky sat on the sofa, a bathrobe loosely wrapped around her, as Jean entered carrying a jug of cream.
"I'm sorry Madame Anderson, I brought your cream. Here, shall I pour some coffee for you?"
"Oh please, Jean," Becky said in a flirtaceous voice, leaning forward to give a good view down her robe.
"Are you enjoying your holiday with us, Madame?"
"Oh we certainly are, we have made good friends with our neighbours and enjoying our time on board. I hope we don't make too much work for you, entertaining in our room?"
"Not at all Madame, it nice to know you are making friends, and also perhaps good memories?"
"Definitely, Jean. We'll certainly remember this trip," Becky said, sitting back to show more of her thighs as the robe parted slightly.
"You must have had some experiences too though, Jean, which you will remember for a long time, hmm?" probed Karen further.
"Well, yes, it's only my second year on board but you do get to meet some interesting people, Madame." Jean replied, tactfully.
"Like Mrs Fox, perhaps?" said Becky, suggestively.
"Erm, well, yes. Monsieur and Madame Fox are very nice, Madame."
"But Madame Fox more so, no?" teased Becky, "I mean, she speaks very highly of how.... helpful you were one afternoon."
Jean looked like a rabbit caught in headlights.
Becky playfully wrapped her pony tail around her finger and, looking Jean deep in the eyes, slid her left hand inside her robe stroking her breast gently.
"Oh, when she bumped her head, yes, I did. It was nothing really though," Jean lied.
"Come on, Jean, I think you are being modest. You made her holiday.... I would like you to make mine...." Becky parted her knees and pulled apart her robe.
"Erm, but, Madame....." Jean stammered unable not to look at Becky's shaven pussy, her fingers running up and down it slightly spreading her labia, exposing the moist pink flesh, gaping slightly.
"Don't worry about me," said Lex, standing at the door of the bathroom.
Jean's cock hardened, as Becky spread her legs wide apart, her fingers beginning to enter her quim, which was starting to ooze a clear trickle of sticky fluid.
Jean took a step toward Becky and she sat forward, reached for his zip and slowly lowered it as she gazed deep into his eyes.
Lifting his cock out of his trousers, Becky's eyes widened in surprise at the size of his manhood. She took the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked hard on it, her saliva mixing with the precum beginning to seep off the tip.
Sliding his cock deep into her throat, it made Jean breathe in sharply, never having experienced being deep throated before.
Becky pulled the thick 10" long cock out of her mouth in order to gasp a full breath of air.
"My, my, you ARE a big boy, aren't you!" said Becky.
Jean blushed as Becky's eyes lustfully stared up at him as she unfastened his Navy uniform trousers and let them fall to his ankles, followed rapidly by his boxer shorts.
Becky beckoned Jean to sit on the sofa next to her, which he did as though in a trance, as Becky straddled his lap with her back to him.
She slid her quim back and forth along his thick, long shaft, covering it with slippery, sticky juices. Jean breathed deeply, steadily as Becky continued to rub herself along his cock until she raised herself and slid the tip a couple of inches inside herself, letting out a sharp gasp as the huge head stretched the entrance to her cunt.
Becky slowly eased herself down onto the monster cock until she could take no more.
Lex emerged from the bathroom to be presented with the sight of Becky impaled on Jean's cock on the sofa and watched as Becky took the enormous dick into her, stroking his slightly smaller but well above average cock in his hand.
Becky steadily pumped herself on Jean's cock feeling him starting to thrust upward as she lowered herself, easing him in deeper still.
Becky could feel her orgasm building, and beckoned Lex forward to take his large cock into her mouth.
Lex groaned ecstatically as Becky pulled him into her gaping mouth with both of her hands on his hips.
Becky felt Jean pumping harder and Lex knees beginning to judder as they both approached climax, feeling herself building to a huge orgasm, with two huge cocks filling her to capacity.
She shuddered, sinking fully onto Jean's cock, pumping waves of thick cum onto her cervix, Lex spraying hot semen into her mouth, so much that it spilled out over her chin, onto her chest and down her torso.
A cocktail of her creamy juices and Jean's sperm spilling out of her cunt flowed onto Jean's lap.
For minutes, the three gulped in air like athletes after finishing a sprint.
Lex returned to the bathroom to fetch a box of tissues for Becky and Jean to clean themselves up.
Once she had risen off of Jean's deflating cock, Becky clamped a handful of tissues to her pussy to catch the huge volume of juices.
She turned to Jean and winked, "Thank you, Jean," she said coquettishly as she took her turn in the bathroom.
Jean could barely believe what he had just experienced. Tidying himself up, he left the suite to return to his station.
After she had showered, Becky returned to the lounge to eat another Danish pastry and a fresh cappuccino.
"Well, sweatpea, you certainly went for it then, didn't you!" Lex said, almost admiring her stamina in taking two huge cocks so heartily.
