Cruise Ship Fun

This is part 1 of 2. Part 2 will be published within one week of part 1.

Author's note: The allure of the big black cock wouldn't exist if race didn't matter, and the more it matters, the hotter it gets. This is an honest look into the minds on both sides of a bisexual, biracial group encounter. It might offend if you can't handle a little bigotry even among characters that change for the better, but if you get to the end of Tanner's submission, I hope you agree it all ends well. I appreciate all honest feedback! The story is equal amounts MF and MM with lots of first times.

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"That's good, you're almost there, baby," Tanner said, running his hand lovingly through Claire's hair as her head bobbed up and down on his cock. They had been dating a few months, and this was Tanner's nineteenth blow job from her talented lips. He had an obsession with numbers and couldn't stop counting if he'd wanted to; his mind tallied things up on autopilot. Claire was always learning and improving; that was one of the things he loved about her. And she was good the first time she sucked his dick. Now she was in complete control over his every sensation and could make him cum almost at will.

Tanner enjoyed a great view of the Miami skyline through the tiny cabin window as they floated out of port. He heard a loud noise as someone walked down the hall. Claire tensed up, no doubt due to nerves since her boyfriend shared the cabin with three other dudes, and they were still waiting for someone to deliver their checked baggage. "It's okay, I used the deadbolt."

She relaxed and regained her focus. She was being noisy with her suction and would occasionally pull out and slap herself in the face with his cock to play to her lover's visual appeal. After a few minutes of slow build-up, Claire knew she had him and was ready accept his donation. She gently cupped his balls and gave a series of slow power strokes, her tongue coating the sensitive underside of his penis as her strong suction slid up and down the length. She drooled all over him, her saliva coating his balls and wetting the sheet below.

She gently pressed the pad of a finger against his anus, knowing through trial and error that this was the stud's most reliable cum-trigger. He had been a little freaked out the first time she tried it, but now he knew the supreme pleasure it delivered. He pushed his butt towards her to encourage the insertion, but Claire just teased the entrance. It was enough. Tanner felt the wave come to a peak and welcomed that joyous burning sensation right before everything explodes. He flexed his leg muscles and groaned loudly, spewing the first few high-pressure volleys of semen into the back of her throat. He'd been saving up for the trip and knew the load was huge, but Claire's talented mouth had no trouble with the heavy flow.

As Tanner's orgasm died down, she lifted her mouth off his softening member and looked into her man's eyes with a satisfied, confident gaze. He saw her tongue move in her mouth as a few seconds went by, then she swallowed. Claire had a genuine love for taking loads and always let it fill her mouth and stimulate her senses a little before swallowing. She gripped his shaft and milked it one more time, bringing a final glob of white cum to its tip. She made a great show of licking it off, then used her tongue to coat her upper lip with the sticky fluid. She smiled up at him, then licked her lips and swallowed a few more times, getting rid of the evidence. "God, you're getting great at this," he muttered.

"That was a big one, thanks," Claire said. She leaned in for a kiss, but Tanner turned away. He'd always been curious about being snowballed like that, but he always lost interest after a climax. He was always surprised by this, knowing later he could get aroused by picturing the look on her face right now with semen coating her lips. She patted his thigh and stood. She was toying with him, knowing full well he didn't like to kiss right after. "Whatever." Usually giving freely, now she was mildly annoyed. The kinky girl has always wanted to kiss him and make him taste his own sticky load. Plus they wouldn't get a chance to get her off before dinner. They were already late.

The couple left Tanner's cabin and headed to their first dinner in the ship's formal dining area. There were twelve other people from their church singles group on the cruise, six men and six women. Despite the ideal ratio, there was only one other couple, but they had just started dating. Seating was assigned, but in their case only to the group name, not individuals. Since they were the last to arrive, Tanner and Claire did not fit in the two tables of six. There was one table for four next to them with the final two seats allocated to the group. A couple they didn't know was already there enjoying an appetizer and drinks. Their next six nights would be spent dining with this couple.

Claire was an expert at reading emotions. She had grown up a little shy and as such was a great listener. Her dad, while not sexually abusive, was an alcoholic and beat her and verbally abused her regularly before her mom had left and eventually remarried. Having to read her father's emotions at such a young age, while tragic, gave her valuable life skills. She noticed some or all of the members of their group were giving them the cold shoulder, perhaps because they were late, or perhaps because they were dating, she wasn't sure. She also noticed that Tanner's bump in mood from the blow job was quickly fading. Even though he smiled at the people across the table, he couldn't hide the truth from her. The other couple was black, and Tanner would have issues with that.

But Claire was quite happy with the arrangement. The church group annoyed her sometimes, while these people were new and exciting. Even though she grew up in North Dakota in one of the whitest towns in America before moving to Richmond, VA after college, she had no such prejudices. The lady's name was Sharice. Claire could tell her warm greeting was sincere. Bob was tall and handsome, and she got a similar good vibe from him.

The group got to know each other over a couple drinks during dinner. Claire used an occasional drink to help with her shyness. If she had been seated with the Baptists, she and her man would be the only people drinking, and she would be self-conscious. She was from the Midwest, and her man was from Virginia but had just finished a four-year tour in the Army. They just didn't fit in the southern church crowd that well and probably fit in better with two black people that had come from completely different walks of life. Sharice was older, at thirty. Bob was five years younger, the same age as Tanner. They quickly found out Sharice had three kids already from one or more other relationships. These kids must have been at home with a kind relative, because Claire could tell how relaxed and stress-free the mom of three seemed.

Tanner carried most of the conversation with Bob and Sharice, while Claire did what she usually did in a new group, which is mostly listen and observe. She was very horny and easily distracted, because Tanner didn't go down on her earlier and finish her off. Bob was always trying to bring her into the conversation, asking her what she thought about something or what she liked to do. He was being a gentleman, and it was turning her on. Her stiff drink had cleansed her palate, but she thought she could still sense the faint taste of semen on her breath. That made her think about the sticky load that had just slid down her throat, and then that made her think about what Bob might be like in bed.

She loved Tanner and thought about him often when she satisfied herself, but she didn't mind fantasizing about what Bob might be like. What the hell is the matter with me? Her legs rubbed together, and she wished she could reach down and take care of the itch between her legs. She was very good at scratching her own itch. But Claire knew what she really needed. I need to get fucked. I can't stand it any more. Claire was a 23-year-old, very atypical and very horny virgin. Rubbing one out would only temporarily satisfy her, while the underlying craving for cock that had grown so much since she started dating Tanner would only grow, pestering her constantly until she caved to her biological urges.

She honored her family and her religion, refusing to rebel while living at home through high school and a small, local college. Tanner was her first boyfriend, and she had thought she wanted to wait until marriage like she was raised to do. Tanner knew that and stayed with her anyway. She was no fool; she knew he was attracted to her in part because of her innocence, and that he was confident he would get it soon. He was right. Claire had already told herself Tanner was the one and had proven his love was real, and if she caved on this trip, oh well. But he had booked them with their church group, and like good, unmarried Baptists, they bunked same-sex. Bad logistical planning might save her virginity for a little longer.

Her compromise was the blow jobs, and oh how she loved sucking dick. She had only held one penis before Tanner's in her life, and she didn't get to do much with that one. She was intimately familiar with every part of Tanner's manhood and had grown very fond of servicing it. She scared herself knowing how much she loved doing something that made her feel dirty, without crossing that line of having intercourse. His penis was perfectly shaped, perfectly sized, and had the perfect aroma to her. She couldn't imagine wanting any other cock, and she couldn't wait to surrender her virginity to it. Tanner serviced her orally with the same enthusiasm, at least when he wasn't on a cruise. They showered together, occasionally shared a bed, and shared their hearts, but so far despite their undeniable sexual chemistry, after three months they still weren't fucking.

Meanwhile across from her, Sharice was happy to have met a nice couple on their first night. She and Bob were good with people. The key was their sincere, positive attitude towards others. That's why even though she knew for sure the white guy at their table didn't like them at first because of obvious reasons, they were winning him over. His girlfriend was adorable, rarely speaking before the second drink was in her, but making each word count. By day five of the cruise, they had really gotten to know each other just through their time at dinner. That's when they shocked the other couple by admitting they were booked as part of a swinging group. Indeed, by day five, Sharice had been intimate with a dozen other men onboard, and Bob had his own share of fun, mostly in the same room. Tanner asked them all about it, and to Sharice's surprise, Claire seemed very interested and not put off at all. The quietest, most conservative looking ones are sometimes the wildest, she reminded herself.

Bob had grown more fond of Claire with each night. She had no idea how much he wanted to fuck her. He was in a swinger's paradise and had already bedded a handful of willing, beautiful women. But his thoughts were consumed by the mysterious white woman at dinner. She was pulling off the shy, innocent librarian look very well, her poor fashion sense somehow enhancing her sex appeal. Bad clothes couldn't hide her killer body forever. The best part was that he sensed beneath the surface there was a sexual monster waiting to be released. He wondered if Tanner wasn't getting the job done. She had the look of someone that wasn't getting any but really needed it, and he and Sharice had both noticed their relationship deteriorate a little more each day.

I've got something big and black to put out those flames for you, baby. He wasn't being selfish. He had a beautiful woman of his own that could bring out the fire in any man. Tanner would never be the same after a night with Sharice. Even though the group became closer as the cruise wore on, it was obvious that Tanner and Claire's relationship might not survive. We have to help them.

Day six of the cruise was a day at sea as they returned from their exotic locales, destined to arrive in Miami the next day. Claire was super horny that morning, because she hadn't had an orgasm all week. The virgin had developed a daily masturbation habit that was suddenly put on hold when she boarded the boat. Two of her roommates were gone early for breakfast. The last roommate was in the shower. She couldn't wait. She rolled to her favorite position, on her stomach with her legs closed tight, pressing her finger between her clenched legs just enough to find her clit. Their cabin was on the lower levels, and she felt the ship's engine vibration in her loins. She would have no trouble reaching orgasm. But the shower water cut off quickly, and she was no longer guaranteed privacy. Her arousal faded amid the fear of discovery, leaving her frustrated and hornier than when she had woken up.

Breakfast was no fun. She wasn't clicking with Tanner anymore, despite boarding the boat with a rock-solid relationship. He didn't even come to her room; she had to seek him out topside at the buffet. He had a short temper with her and seemed easily irritated. They had left the show the night before and not talked. She had no idea what he had done the rest of the night, and she had even beaten her Baptist roommates to sleep. The sexual frustrations due to having no privacy had combined with a bad day tour on Grand Cayman the previous day and soured their mood.

There had been talk of breaking up. He knew he had screwed up by booking the trip as part of a church group, resulting in same-sex lodging like they were kids at camp. Claire had dropped hints that the cruise might be a good time to push her sexual boundaries, but it seemed he'd given up and wouldn't even try. She felt undesired. She had to admit, she wouldn't want to lose her virginity in his cabin that felt like barracks or a dorm room. But he should still try or be happy just being romantic. Claire was inexperienced sexually, but her calibrated emotional radar wouldn't let her lie to herself: her fault or not, Tanner just wasn't that into her anymore. Add to that the fact they weren't gelling that well with the church group either, and she felt helpless and lonely.

After breakfast, she went to the top deck to exercise in the solarium. She was doing the one thing that consistently improved her mood. For the second day in a row, Tanner didn't join her. But she didn't let that bother her. It was Tanner that had encouraged her to start a workout program a few months ago. She had been offended at first, but as she began to do it and get more energy and see her figure improve, she was sold. She was following up her lifting workout with quarter mile intervals on the treadmill, all with a great view of the entire boat and the ocean to motivate herself.

When she was finally spent, she stared into one of the many large mirrors as she recovered. She had really come to love her body, imperfections and all. She still wanted to drop about five to ten more pounds to flatten her belly more and give a little gap between her legs near the top in that problem area, but she also had never looked this good before. I'm ready to put this body to use. And that was the moment things clicked for Claire. She was no longer going to be passive and wait for her man to work things out, nor would she continue to play the blame game. She was going to win him back and lose her virginity.

She loved this part of the cruise atmosphere. With people sunbathing mere feet from her outside and her church group nowhere to be seen, she was totally comfortable blending in with just a sports bra and spandex on the bottom. Her face was flushed red from exertion, and her nipples poked through just a little as they often did after a workout. Her tits were never huge, but she barely fit into a C-cup bra before she had started dieting. Now she wore the same bra comfortably, the fat mercifully coming off her thighs and belly at a faster rate than her chest. She thought what little fat did come off her breasts just made them more proportional, symmetrical, and beautiful. She was displaying a decent amount of cleavage today. She knew she probably needed a sports bra with thicker padding and more coverage if she was going to run sprints, but it was worth it to get this look.

She left in the same outfit, catching a couple chiseled men checking out her rack before meeting her eyes as she walked by. She loved the attention. She could sense the testosterone in the air. These men had to be pretty dedicated to fitness to continue to workout during a vacation filled with gluttony. If only they knew months before she was a plump virgin from North Dakota who could barely hold a conversation. Well, still a virgin, she corrected herself.

She found Tanner waiting for her wearing pool attire in the hall by her door. He had managed to keep his abs well-defined despite gorging himself four or five times a day the past week. Claire was jealous of his metabolism.

Tanner looked at Claire with pride as she sauntered towards her room. She's come such a long way. He was seeing evidence of that rare occasion when someone went through real, lasting change. She would be fit for the rest of her life. He was proud of her, but at what cost did she arrive at this moment? He had badgered her into this diet and exercise regime. A wish for her to be "healthy" inevitably came across as "I won't love you as much if you stay fat," no matter how much you try to sugar-coat it. He had felt like he was settling a bit when he started dating Claire due to her extra weight, and now after falling in love with her, he was ashamed by the memory.

He gazed longingly at her sweaty outfit, her nipples poking through at him, the camel toe in her tight spandex showing itself from time to time as she adjusted her stance. I can't believe you've never been fucked. Tanner was attracted to her innocence and had always wanted to be with a virgin. He'd only experienced one night stands and prostitutes. I have to be the one to break her. He probably would have broken up by now after months of abstinence followed by a week of not getting along well on a cruise, but he'd invested too much time. It was embarrassing. But he couldn't talk her into putting out if they didn't get along. And so for all the wrong reasons, Tanner decided to just be kind and spend quality time with her, and that's what would ultimately work the best.

"Damn, you look good," he said. He went in for the hug, not minding her sweaty body, and followed it up with a lingering kiss. Claire was hesitant at first, since they had shown little affection for each other the past few days. But the kiss was a welcomed change, and she channeled all her frustration into it, pressing hard into his body in the middle of the hallway as her tongue entered his mouth.

She sensed something had changed in Tanner's attitude. "What's going on?" She gave an unsure smile.

Tanner would normally be annoyed by her tone and stopping the kiss, but he didn't let it get to him. "We have one day left. Let's make it work." He proposed they go to the pool and talk.

She agreed and went in to change to her bathing suit. This time, she wasn't happy looking into the mirror. The outfit sucked. She'd blend in with her group, but the rest of the cruisers seemed very happy in much skimpier outfits. She blamed Tanner, who seemed to judge her if she did not stick to conservative dress. But deep down she knew she couldn't blame his controlling attitude for all of this. I'm scared to flaunt it in front of people I know, like the church group. She covered her suit with a small shirt and shorts to go to the deck. Then in a rebellious act of protest, she took off the shirt and just carried it.