(This story is derived from "Albert's Letters", a fantastic story by "Softly" about a woman on an exclusive chartered cruise filled with horny women and hugely endowed men. This story has enthralled me and I have masturbated profusely to this story while reading it. I asked the author's permission to "join" this pleasure cruise, and "Softly" has been gracious enough to grant me consent to embellish the story's theme. Thank you again "Softly" and readers please venture over to the Group Sex section to read the original story theme. Here is my fantasy. I hope you read "Day One")
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I stretched and slowly awoke from my night's slumber. My eyes focused on the bedside clock and it read 1:15. Yikes! I had slept over 12 hours. I must have really been tired, then my mind remembered why. I laughed inside and a smile crept into my face. No one was around but I blushed anyway. I kicked off the cover and felt my pussy. My lips felt fine and apparently I had returned to normal size. I was afraid yesterday's activities had stretched me out.
I got up and put on the bathrobe as I went into the bathroom. I yawned and brushed both my hair and my teeth. I made my way back into the kitchen and was surprised to find a plate of croissants and jellies, with a jug of orange juice and a small gift bag. I got a glass and sat down to grab a quick bite. The bag contained another small bikini, this one orange, and two memos: one a questionnaire and the other a schedule.
The schedule read:
"MAGNIFICENT COCK CLUB CRUISE
Day Two Itinerary--
Noon to 5:30 p.m.: Please feel free to explore this beautiful ship during the sunlight hours. Sunbathing, nude or otherwise is encouraged on the sun deck near the rear of the ship. Lunch and other foods available in various locations up until 3:30.
6:00 p.m. : Dinner
After dinner you are encouraged to either return to your room for rest or stay and enjoy cocktails. Please make sure you return to the Grand Dining Hall promptly at 8:00 p.m.
8:00 p.m.: Presentation
8:30 p.m.: Delegation and festivities
Thank you and enjoy your day."
HmmmI guess I am wearing orange today. I wondered who was the genius or diabolical mind behind all this. I finished a croissant and a half, cleared the table and then put on my color of the day. Just like the yellow one, it was a tight fit, barely covered my areolas and was a thong bottom. I grabbed a towel and my tanning lotion and headed out.
I noticed a lot of gorgeous women laughing and having a good time as I made it up the stairs to the main deck. I smiled as the sun warmed me but the cool ocean breeze washed over me. I walked towards the back of the ship and looked up to see men hanging over the rails above, whistling and hollering. I smiled and waved at some of them and changed my walk to a slow saunter to show off my tits and ass. Some of the guys were shouting how they'd take care of me later. One group of black guys were shouting at me and I reached my finger inside my bikini bottom, then ran my finger across my lips and into my mouth. The black guys erupted in laughter and I saw some of them reach down to their crotches.
I made it to the sun deck, and was pleased to see a couple dozen women sunning themselves. I found an empty recliner and made myself comfortable. I looked back to see the three levels above full of guys watching all the women below. Some were pointing, and some held binoculars to scan the flesh in the sun. I looked around at the women and some kept their bikini's on, some were topless and some totally nude. One lady whose big tits had dropped to her sides, had drawn an arrow with her sunscreen pointing towards her pussy.
I was just about to lather myself up when someone took the chair beside me. She said hi, and I recognized her as the young girl from the table last night. I said hello back and she said how she recognized me from our room last night. I said "Yeah, I saw you on the table."
Her name was Jennifer and she was a stripper from Indiana. She had brunette hair in a short style, big tits that looked like she might still be growing, and wide hips with a nice butt. She still had that baby-fat look to her. Her face was very cute but she had a worried look to her.
She said she had wondered how her name got an invitation. She didn't recognize any guy here nor did she know anyone who ever heard of this special cruise. I explained to her that I didn't know how they got my name either, but after last night I was glad they did. She agreed and we both looked up at the guys leering at us.