< This story is a continuation on Aphrodisiac Transformation, Parts one and two. Don’t worry though, it stands alone without needing to read the others, unless you want to! I urge you to read it with a loved one and watch the fireworks start. Please see my note after the story and by all means, enjoy!
After the last two episodes of using the herbal aphrodisiac James had brought back from Bangkok, we starting cooking up a plan to have an all out, balls to the walls orgy that we would never forget. Once James had gotten a taste of my wife Karen’s exotic good looks and sexual talents, he wanted more – I’m proud to say.
And I don’t blame him. No man could. At 5’7”, Karen is truly a statuesque beauty. Her black hair and dark skin tone highlight her iridescent green eyes. Couple that with her incredibly tight and firm body, featuring large, gorgeous tits, shapely legs and a perfect – just perfect ass.
We had been thinking about a few different scenarios – the van, our houses, bed & breakfasts, the beach, etc. Of course, no one else knew anything about the special powder yet, or how it had worked. Nor would they.
One thing about my buddy James and me. We’ve known each other since elementary school. Grew up in the same town in New Jersey, with the same friends. Stayed close all these years, through a few girlfriends, out of town college, etc. Trust was and never will be an issue with us. He can tell me anything and know it’s going to the grave with me. And James – man, you could light matches under his fingernails to try and get a secret, he’d sing you happy birthday. Anything we did or told each other stayed quiet – for good.
After considerable thought, James and I hatched a plan. James’ stepsister, Diane, worked for a cruise line as an administrator. On occasion, new ships would have a brief “shakedown” cruise, special limited passenger outings to make sure all systems were operating properly and gave the crew an opportunity to get the feel of the vessel before taking on thousands of people. These cruises would only have perhaps 200 people, and Diane could get us on for practically nothing. That’s how we were able to afford the whole thing without going overboard (pardon the pun).
Majestic cruise ships are beautiful, and the relaxation alone is a form of aphrodisiac. Then on the ship, James knew he could hook up with a girl, and we would use the powder to create a memorable evening.
Karen was thrilled to get away from her law office and work on her tan on the high seas. She was also elated that James was joining us. Memories of her last encounter with him still simmered beneath her surface. I was sure she secretly longed to suck his cock again – to feel it inside her. I didn’t mind, really. Not with James. I understand the urge to want variety, and if it was going to be anyone, James was family.
James’ stepsister Diane was a doll. When I first met her, James’ father and her mother had just married and merged families; four kids. James was 13 and Diane 10. She was a gangly, gawky kid with braces and blonde curly hair. She idolized James, who was very kind and polite to her because that’s James. Much more so than Diane’s brother or real father, two peas in a vile pod.
Three years older, though, James never spent much time with her. We were into sports, then cars and girlfriends. Those three years were important ones. I myself never really gave her a second thought, just a quick hello and goodbye when I was at the house. She was just out of Barbi dolls and still enamored by the Boy Bands. She grew up quick, though.
There was the one time, I recall, when Diane was 16 and a jerk went much further than she wanted. James tore him a new asshole, and he never showed his face again. Diane never forgot it, and looked upon James with an even greater reverence.
In high school Diane was the blonde cheerleader that everybody wanted to sleep with. That’s right, the old stereotype of the high school cheerleader, but again, in this case true. And the things all that exercise did to her body – she was tight as a drum. She was rather small, only about 5’ 4”, but with perfect, full stand up tits and her legs – I’m telling you, just the perfect body.
Anyway, James and I went off to college and when we returned, Diane was in college herself. Then when I saw her at 19 or 20 years old. Good God in Heaven.
I know people always talk about blonde beauties, California blondes and
any
kind of good-looking blonde as the greatest thing on earth. Must be that ‘Bewitched’ or “I Dream of Jeannie’ fantasy kicking in. But in the case of Diane, it was all true. She was the real deal.
And the stars must have been aligned the day she was born because her face, too, was gorgeous. Clear blue eyes; thick soft lips, a nose direct from the cute factory and a head of natural blonde hair.
So five weeks later, there the three of us were, boarding the Love Boat. If anything, the travel brochures understated the opulence of the ship. It was nicer than the finest hotel. Everything was enormous, the lobby, the movie theater, the dining rooms, and all magnificent. They had live musicals, personal fitness trainers, a swimming pool and sauna, casinos, beauty salons, jewelry and clothing shops, just for starters. With just a couple hundred people on board, the place seemed empty.
Diane gave us the grand tour, even showing us some of the off-limits areas, such as the engine room and kitchen. We were impressed. James was particularly struck with the food preparation area, because he was in the restaurant business. A huge, new kitchen, which could serve thousands of people on a 24-hour basis, was something you don’t see often. James even chatted with the galley crew, who told him they were known for their desserts.
We hung out the rest of the day at the pool, sunning ourselves and enjoying the surroundings. At around 5:30, we went back to our rooms and dressed for dinner.
We hadn’t met that many girls for James yes, but he didn’t seem worried. On the way to dinner, he made a stop at the galley.
The crew was happy to see James again. It wasn’t often they socialized with any of the guests, and James was a pleasure.
James walked around, talking and laughing with the guys. They were having so much fun; they didn’t even notice James sprinkling powder here and there. In the cake batter, in the coffee grinds, all the ingredients for desserts. He was careful how much he put in. Although even a little of the powder was surprisingly effective, he wanted it to take a little longer to work. James bid the crew a pleasant evening and headed for the dining room.
“What are you going to do about the powder, James?” I whispered when he sat down next to me.
“All taken care of, Dave.” He replied. “Just wait a while, and the action will start on its own.”
Dinner was pleasant, though I was totally preoccupied about the rest of the evening. Karen looked wonderful, wearing a thin flowered spaghetti strap dress, which highlighted not only her outstanding figure, but her dark, perfect skin tone as well. The passengers were all seated in small groups, with Diane sitting with the three of us. I’m not sure how many single women there were for James, but I could see him eyeing a couple of pretty girls sitting nearby. It was hard to tell who was attached and who wasn’t.
I have to say, Diane herself looked delectable in a shimmering evening gown, with a long slit that rewarded the viewer with miles of shapely thigh and calf.
All through our coffee and dessert, James sported a wide grin. I took it to mean he found a girl who he’d like to get to know better, but he didn’t let on.
After dinner, we agreed to go to our room and change back into our bathing suits and go for a late night dip.
Back at our room, Karen changed out of her dress and into her bikini, which was a thing of beauty to watch. I love the way she looks getting dressed or undressed. When she removes her bra, her ample breasts appear to inflate and pop out like balloons just filled. They seem, really almost too big for her frame but hey, who’s complaining? Her stomach is board-flat. She’s not skinny, but you can see the outline of her ribs thanks to her lack of body fat.
Her ass, what can I say? It flares out from her slender waist in a most erotic fashion, joining her strong, toned thighs and exquisite calves. Her pussy, at my request, is free from hair, save for the area just above it, where it is shaved to a small straight line.
With her dark hair, magnificent complexion and sensuous lips, Karen’s face alone is worth a thousand words.
