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{ASSM} Those Were the Days {Fantasy Collaboration} (MF, ROM, HUMOR)


WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language of an 
adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal age to do so. If 
you are a minor or object to stories of an adult nature, LEAVE HERE 
IMMEDIATELY. Please note and understand the content codes for this story. 
The characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters in our 
story.  Any similarities to real people (contributors excepted) are purely 
coincidental and unintentional. The characters and situations portrayed are 
pure fantasy; the author's are keen to state that in reality adult sexuality 
should remain only in the adult world. Please do not allow or cause this 
story to fall in to the hands of minors.

(C) Esu et al 2006


* * *


Those Were the Days - joint challenge


                                 Day 2


Esu continues:


I woke up late the following morning after the gathering of the evening 
before. We had all been introducing ourselves to the others and ended up 
having quite a party. Franz and Yotna had been drinking whisky all evening 
and they were both well inebriated with it by the time the night was over.

Lady Chrystal certainly had her fun with Harvey. He had been serving the 
drinks at the beginning of the evening but that didn't last for long once 
she got her claws into him.

I would have to remember to ask Kenny and suzee about Officer Sherry. I 
couldn't quite work her out.

The mysterious man who had been seen on the upper deck enjoying a young 
female's attention had been a very clever hologram. It had certainly got the 
occupants wondering, apart from Lady Chrystal who was wise enough to realise 
that this had been a prank. My thoughts drifted as my fingers stroked along 
my naked flesh and suddenly another idea came into my mind.

I reached over to Yotna as I wanted to cuddle him. "Mmm... Yot's?"
My arm reached into thin air and I realised he was already gone. I smiled to 
myself because I knew that he was probably taking the wheel of `the 
Fantasy'.

I rose and put on the revealing, sexy lingerie that I'd purchased especially 
for this trip. Looking at myself in the mirror, I wondered how Yotna would 
react and decided to give him a surprise. I pulled a robe around myself and 
left the cabin to find him.

As I wandered along the deck to the bridge I heard a deep moaning. It seemed 
to be coming from one of the benches in front of me. I wandered over to 
investigate.


* * *


Franz continues:


Esu shook her head in disbelief when she saw Sandra. 'Who has done this to 
her? I can't believe that Franz would be doing a thing like this!'


                                * * *


When I woke up I looked at my watch and saw that it was almost noon. It took 
me half a minute or so to regain full consciousness and remember where I was 
and what had happened. The small candle-light Yotna had in his provision's 
cellar, gave out enough light for me to orientate myself.


                               * * *


Yotna and I had been drinking Whisky almost all the night. In the beginning 
we had been joined by my fuck-toy. The remainder of half a bottle of tequila 
was laying on the floor, right besides Yotna's bench.

After we had left the pantry the night before, Sandra had given us both 
blowjobs. Fantastic, slow blowjobs, taking our hard members really deep. 
That girl could drive a man crazy! Later, after we had emptied the first 
bottle, we were double-fucking her. First I was pounding in her pussy and 
Yotna was thrusting his cock down her throat. Then after a short 
intermission for two more Famous Grouses, we exchanged our positions.

When Sandra cried out her passion, at the moment when I had withdrawn my 
shaft for air, I thought for one moment that a Vampire with red eyes had 
taken Yotna's place. But that wasn't possible. I certainly was fatigued and 
it probably was a side-effect of the bottle of whisky, which we had emptied 
together earlier.

After I had shot my hot seed deep into my fuck-toy's throat I pulled out my 
member. I was totally exhausted, so I sat down on the floor. My head was on 
the same height with Sandra's now and I kissed her. When our tongues twirled 
around each others I could smell the scent of Yotna's and mine combined 
juice. Yotna was still fucking her as another orgasm shuddered through her; 
she moaned and bit my lip.

It was shortly before midnight, when Sandra said, "Guys, you've been the 
greatest fuck in my life so far, but I need to take a nap. Do you want to 
come with me, Franz?"

"I will take a goodnight drink with Yotna first, and then I will follow 
you." Still wearing the red PVC boots, the gloves, and the collar, but since 
denny hadn't returned the other items, the luscious fuck-toy left us more or 
less stark naked.

After that I don't remember much, but after another couple of drinks, sleep 
overcame us.


                                * * *


Yotna still slept deeply, so I dressed and left, searching for the way to 
the deck for some fresh air. The sun was shining down but the wind was 
chilly. When I reached the bridge, I couldn't believe my eyes.

Sandra was tied on a bench. The moment I arrived two seamen were spurting 
their semen over her face. Then, one of them made two marks on a flip-chart, 
while the other cleaned up her face with a Kleenex tissue. Then they both 
disappeared.

"What are you doing here ... like this?" I spluttered.

She looked at me. "I am tied up. I am serving all men."

"Who did that to you?"

"Don't know. It was dark after I left you both. A tall person ... a hood ... 
red eyes."

I wondered for a moment. "In a second I will free you. Do you need 
anything?"

"Well, I would like some tequila. I need another taste on my tongue," she 
laughed. I went to the bar to fetch her something to drink.

When I returned, I saw a female standing over her. It took me some seconds 
before I noticed that it was Esu who was getting her cunt licked.

"You don't mind if I use your escort, do you?" she asked.

"Suit yourself. I am just wondering who is responsible for this."

"Oh, look at the flip-chart. She certainly served every man on the ship..."

I counted that she had given twenty-four blowjobs and had been fucked seven 
times in her pussy and three times in her ass.

"Who could think out such a torture?" Esu asked rhetorically rather than to 
me but I felt compelled to answer.

"It wasn't me. I was drinking all night with Yotna."

Esu stood up without having reached an orgasm. "Oh, maybe I should join him. 
Do you think I could use Sandra, after I am finished with Yotna?"

"No problem. But I would rather release her now. I presume we will be in our 
cabin. Feel free to come over." We both smiled. Esu really was a nice flirt.

Then she rushed away, it almost appeared like she was flying with her wide 
robe being fanned by the breeze.

I unrestrained Sandra. She was stiff and took a couple of minutes to regain 
control of her legs and arms. I had to help her with her first steps and up 
the stairs but then she walked alone. When we reached our cabin, we 
undressed and took a long shower. I cleaned her up, soaped her and washed 
her hair. Then I took a towel and rubbed her dry. We ended up on the bed, 
cuddling, kissing, and stroking each other, when we heard a knock on the 
door....


                             * * *


Those Were the Days
by: A Name


The steward trudged along the narrow isle, urging on his overladen laundry 
cart with intermittent pushes. Letting it glide uncontrolled for brief 
moments. As with many of the cabins that morning the next cabin also had a 
plain, plastic sign hanging on the doorknob. He softly snorted to himself. 
It meant yet another circuit around the ship, making for another long 
morning.

From inside the cabin were the usual vague scuffling noises that tended to 
accompany the sign. He hesitated in front of it. The cart, abandoned to its 
own inertia, mired itself in the thick carpet only a foot or two away. Idle 
interest in 'who might be doing who' didn't hold the steward there long - 
for the pungent air of fresh feces made him catch his breath.

This cabin can wait for the evening shift, he thought as he leaned heavily 
on the cart.

Halting abruptly he forced the cart to the side of the isle to let one of 
the passengers pass by.

It was a tall, thin, somewhat muscular man with short dark hair and a 
hawkish nose - through which he seemed to be humming merrily.

As the steward labored to set his cart into motion once again he heard the 
tall man inhale deeply and exclaim to no one in particular "Oh ... Love *is* 
in the air!"


* * *


Esu continues:


After making sure that Sandra was being looked after and that she would be 
alright, I rushed along the deck up to the bridge. I pushed open the door 
and called out, "Yot's, you here?" I heard a few grunts and looked over to 
where the sound had come from.

Yotna was sitting at the wheel steering the ship while the `First Mate' 
looked on, obviously instructing him. Yotna looked up and grinned at me.

"There you are, have you been enjoying yourself?"

"Umm, this trip is already full of surprises." I gave him a mysterious 
smile.

"I was going to show you what I would be wearing at the dinner tonight but I 
guess it can wait till later, if you're busy."

I gave him a passionate kiss before leaving him at the wheel.

I walked back along the deck and down the stairs to room S10.


* * *


Franz continues:


The knocking repeated, now a bit more emphasized. Sandra was lying on the 
bed and covered herself with a blanket and I grabbed a towel to hide my 
privates before I opened the door.

When I opened the door, Esu stood in front of me. In a rush, she shoved me 
back and shut the door.

"I thought we could continue where we stopped before," she said.

"And where would that be?" I asked her provocatively. "Are you here to use 
my fuck-toy?"

Her eyes gleamed as she nodded.

"Or do you want the fuck-toy using you?"


* * *


Esu continues:


I knocked on the cabin door of S10. Franz opened it with just a towel draped 
around his waist. The provocative sight of him made my heart miss a beat for 
an instant and I quickly pushed him back inside.

"Hey Esu," called Sandra, "How are you?"

I chuckled. "Hi Sandra, good thanks but we need to chat about a couple of 
things."

"In private." I added, nodding towards Franz.

Franz sighed before quickly pulling on a pair of shorts and left the cabin.

Sandra and I had fun during the next couple of hours. We enjoyed each others 
company and soon decided that we were going to have some laughs together on 
this cruise. She quickly agreed to my plan for later that evening after the 
dinner.


* * *


Foxy continues:


I woke up in unfamiliar surroundings and I stared around the room. The 
memories of the night before came back to me in a flash. How Laurent had 
rescued me from the rocks and brought me to his room.

He had carried me up the long ladder at the side of the ship the night 
before. `I do like a man that shows a female he has a bit of spirit.' Then 
he took me to his room in the crew's quarter. `It was small, but it would do 
for tonight, I could always have a word with Esu in the morning.'

He had settled me down on his bed and then started removing his clothes. `Oh 
well, a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do.'

I'd studied his body in the light of the room. Before on the island and in 
the sloop, the light hadn't been that good so I hadn't noticed his muscular 
body before. He certainly was sexy and turned me on.

After he had taken off his clothes he came over to me and started kissing 
me. I responded to him because he had felt so good. All too soon we were 
feeling each other's passion for one another. We were both hungry. We wanted 
each other.

I'd slipped off the blanket that I was wrapped in and was laying naked in 
front of him. His rough hands had stroked my body as I'd made my intentions 
known to him. I reached and touched him and pulled his body onto mine.

He'd grunted and unable to control himself had entered me.

I'd felt his hunger. He wanted me. I wanted him. I stretched my legs wider 
as he thrust deeper. Deeper and deeper. Faster and faster. I'd felt him come 
just after me.

I had lay with him for the rest of the night. I must have fallen asleep at 
some point because now he was gone.

I rose from the bed and looked for some clothes. Slipping on one of 
Laurent's shirts, I left the cabin in search of Esu.


                              * * *


I wandered around the deck looking for Esu. I wasn't sure what she looked 
like because I had never seen Yotna's picture trail. I felt sure that I 
would know her when I saw her though as we had communicated a few times on 
the net. I wasn't really a big story writer. Indeed, I had only written one 
but at least she had proofed it for me and commented on it. That was 
basically the reason why she had invited me, I thought. To enable me to meet 
the other writers and learn their skills.


* * *


Franz continues:


Damn! I hadn't expected that! I had hoped that Esu would visit us in our 
cabin. I hadn't taken her for granted, to get into her knickers, but at 
least I had hoped to watch her using my fuck-toy. I was really disappointed 
as I strayed over the different decks of the cruiser, I was feeling horny, 
my dick half-stiffened, and frustrated.

Did I deserve such behaviour? I wasn't an evil rat bastard, so I ... huh, 
who was that? I hadn't seen her before and I was sure I saw all the 
passengers just before the ship departed from Southampton. She seemed to be 
my age, give or take some years, but she looked damn sexy in that shirt she 
wore.

The fact was she wasn't wearing anything other than the shirt. I could see 
her nipples poking through the thin cotton and also her bare feet. I must 
admit that I couldn't see if she wore any knickers, but somehow I knew she 
was naked under that shirt. (Maybe you wonder, how I knew that, but don't 
forget that I am an international well-known researcher of 
adult-newsgroup-erotica and therefore it was clear, that for the sake of 
this story, she had to have her pussy as bare as her feet!)

"Sorry, Sir," she said.

"Mr. Kafka, but call me Franz."

"Oh like the writer?"

I nodded. "He was a writer living in Prague, but part of the German 
minority," I explained, "and therefore I thought this nym would be 
appropriate for me, 'cause I was in a kind of minority in the Czech 
republic, for ten years while I was serving my company there."

"I am ... well, call me Foxy."

"Nice to meet you, Foxy. You appear like you're looking for some help. Can I 
do something for you?"

"Well, Mr. Kafka ... Franz, I am looking for my friend, Esu. Have you seen 
her?"

I didn't know this woman so I wasn't sure what I could say, but then, heck, 
Esu and my fuck-toy had stabbed me in the back and a little revenge was 
sweet. "I've seen her."

"Where? I must talk to her immediately. I lost all my clothes ... I ..."

"Foxy, I guess that Esu doesn't have the time right now."

"Why?"

"Well, if you must know, she's using my fuck-toy."

The woman looked at me in disbelief. It took me a couple of seconds before I 
realized the double-meaning of my words. Obviously Foxy thought that I had 
lent my dildo to our female host. Thinking about that idea, I smiled. Sandra 
had actually brought a vibrator along with her, though, as far as I know, 
until now she hadn't had any use for it.

"Foxy, it's different to what you're thinking," I explained. And I told her 
what had happened.

As I finished, Foxy spoke up. "That's rude, Franz. You offered Esu this 
black-haired vixen you told me about and then the two of them didn't let you 
watch?"

I nodded.

"Maybe I can do something in compensation for you," Foxy said and kneeled 
down in front of me. Soon she started to give me a blow-job, just as denny 
came around the corner. We greeted each other and after he passed by, I 
heard him
grunt, "This Franz is more obsessed than our last democratic president!"

The foxy tongue did feel good though, but before I spurted my sperm into 
her, I withdrew my cock.

"I need to fuck you," I told her and turned her around. She bent down, 
leaning her arms on the railing, so that the top of her body was almost 
vertical. I packed her hips and with one move shoved my hard-on into her wet 
slit.

She moaned as I slammed into her, "do it to me, I need it -- rough."

I only barely noticed denny coming along again but heard him grunting to 
himself, "Finally he got it ... he's really got it ... real fucking!"

I don't know how long we fucked but when I finally came, I raised my arms 
and shouted out, "I'm the King of the World!"


* * *


Esu continues:


After Sandra and I had finalized our plans, I left her cabin and went to 
sunbathe on the deck for a while. I lay back in the deck chair and rested. 
As I dozed in the warm sunshine I heard my name being called.

"Yes, what is it?"

A young female rushed over to me. "Are you Esu?"

I wondered who was asking but the story seemed to be getting complicated 
with all the new faces. I had never been that good with names anyway but I 
knew I had never met her before.

I chuckled. "Yes, that's me and you are?"

"I'm Foxy. I missed the boarding in Southampton but luckily Laurent came and 
picked me up in the sloop from the Isle of Wight."

I wondered to myself, `when did he do that, he certainly didn't ask me for 
permission. Oh well, perhaps Yot's knows all about it.'

"Pleased to meet you Foxy. I'm glad you made it. Have you been allocated a 
cabin yet?"

Somehow I doubted it, if Yot's had greeted her arrival.

"No, not yet. Actually Esu, I need to ask you a favour. Have you got any 
clothes around which might fit me? Mine got left behind on the Isle and the 
only clothing I now possess is Laurent's shirt and even that is borrowed."

"I'm sure we could fit you out with something, even though you are taller 
than me. Oh, that's an idea. We could have a dress swapping party later. I'm 
sure some of us would have a giggle. I'll have a word with the other girl's 
soon."

I rose from my deck chair and walked back with Foxy to my cabin, where I 
started sorting through my clothes looking for something which would fit 
her. Finally after trying on all my clothes, she opted for a skirt which was 
ridiculously short because of her long legs.


* * *


Foxy continues:


I was glad to meet Esu and borrow one of her skirts. At least I wouldn't be 
attending the Captain's dinner in just a shirt. She also sorted out a cabin 
for me, C4, the one just beside hers. I hoped the walls were thick and I 
wouldn't disturb her too much if I moaned loudly at certain times.


* * *


Kenny continues:


I dressed for dinner. Nothing fancy, just an oxford shirt, an old tie, and 
the grey three piece that doesn't fit Sgt. Gamera anymore but lets me carry 
my pocket watch in style. Sherry wore a tight, black dress that went down to 
her ankles and had a slit up to her left hip and a pair of stripy high heel 
sandals. She also had a purse in which she carried her service pistol as 
required by law (not that she'd ever use that as an excuse to walk around 
armed, no, not Sherry). suzee dressed in a pair of jeans and a nice sweater.

I took suzee's hand in mine. Together, we walked from our stateroom to the 
saloon where we were to have dinner.


* * *


Yotna continues:


"Good Laurent, you seem to have things well under control up here. I'm going 
along to join my guests at their evening meal. So over to you for the 
navigation and planning. Please keep an eye on the weather, it sounded as if 
it may get a bit squally later on."

"Oui, mon capitaine," the swarthy First Mate replied.

I wander along the deck and pass the Pantry; it's now busy and functioning 
in its normal role. Busy crew members rush to and fro from the Galley. I nod 
at them and smile my approval. I push open the swing doors and enter the 
Saloon; the room is sumptuous and decorated with style. At the moment it is 
empty, but our guests will arrive at any minute.

I walk up to the far end of the dining table and pull back the solid chair. 
I'm just about to sit down when Esu appears at the Saloon door.

"Hello love, they have followed your instructions to the letter, all we need 
now are our friends."

"Great, they aren't far behind me Yot." Esu smiles.

True to her prediction the gang begins to arrive, and with queenly 
authority, Esu guides each one to their appointed seat.


* * *


Franz continues:


At 8 PM sharp -- 1900 ZULU -- the dining room was opened for the Captain's 
dinner. Sandra and I were hungry and therefore eager to learn about the 
menu. Well, Sandra and I had been eager the whole day, and that certainly 
was the reason why we were so desperate for this meal.

The English woman was dressed in a very sexy evening dress, but it wasn't as 
revealing as Sandra's very, very low-cut evening dress. When I say low, I 
mean low -- the V revealed Sandra's cleavage until far south of her belly 
button. Only her youth and the fact that her breasts weren't too big for 
this type of dress and that she had fixed it with two short strips of 
double-sided tape helped to avoid another nipple-gate. See, all the 
passengers were open-minded.
Many of them had seen Sandra's nipples the evening before anyway.

Esu sat between Yotna and me. On my other side was Sandra and on her right 
was denny. When he arrived, he bent down like a real gentleman and kissed 
the hand of my *our* beloved fuck-toy.

"Hi Esu," Sandra said, smiling all over her face. "Good evening Yotna," she 
continued giving an evil grin.

The next three people in the group who were sitting on Yotna's left side had 
arrived together and I recognised Kenny Gamera, the guy who started a story 
cyclone when he inspired a row of fellow perverts to write and publish the 
'Girl Scout' story series. I guessed that the attractive women who 
accompanied him, were suzee and Officer Sherry, but I didn't know who was 
who.

Throughout the afternoon rumor had spread that the unknown stripper with the 
hood could have been Officer Sherry, but the passengers I have talked to 
didn't have any other more detailed information. Maybe we would find out 
soon.


* * *


Kenny continues:


Seeing as we had yet to pick up many others, the entire party was seated at 
a single table. Yotna and Esu sat with Franz beside her at the center of the 
table.

Lady Chrystal sat opposite Yotna making eyes at one of the crew, not a bad 
looking, young man. I tried not to stare (I had never seen a Rabelaisian, 
not even a photograph) while at the same time tried not to make it look like 
I wasn't 'not staring'.

denny and Franz's companion (I have a problem calling real people 'Fuck 
Toys') sat together with grins plastered on their faces, leaving me 
wondering what the devil they were up to.

Sherry looked at me and shook her head. And I could imagine what she had
thought. After all it is a sex story, and there should be no need to wonder
what they were doing, unless one wanted to quibble on if it were foreplay,
afterplay, or someplay in between.

There were others at the table with whom I wasn't yet familiar; I need to 
take the time to visit the Taverna on a more regular basis, but... Sigh, 
damn writer's blocks. It's a shame you can't use them as a building 
material, because I would have a mansion by now.

Good fortune being what it is, we were forced to sit at a collection of 
three empty seats in the space of four. suzee and I sat together. Sherry 
took the seat next to the ship's officer in the filled seat next to ours. To 
her other side was an extremely attractive blonde. She glanced at both and 
smiled that evil smile.

The waiter took the drink orders. suzee got a glass of the house (boat? 
<shrug> I dunno) wine. The only thing non-alcoholic was a mineral water,
which I resigned myself to. The waiter then stood between the officer and 
Sherry and asked what she would have. She looked over to the woman at her 
side then turned to the waiter. She made eye contact with the officer, "I'll 
have a blonde on the rocks."

Sherry had timed it so the man had been taking a sip of his wine. He almost 
choked on it. The waiter sighed and rolled his eyes, before telling her in 
the polite voice reserved in food service for the difficult, that they had 
no such drink. She apologized and asked for a Budweiser, specifying the 
Czech not American beer. He gave that little waiter's head nod and left for 
the bar.


* * *


Yotna continues:


When all are seated, and the general hubbub dies down I clear my throat.

"I'd like to formally welcome you on board; tonight we feast on the best 
that the 'Fantasy' has to offer. Now as you know I am the Captain for this 
cruise. This is customary for this cruise line, and is an honorary position. 
I will take command of the crew and social functions but have no fear, real 
professionals are undertaking all vital operations of the ship."

I scan the assembled faces, some nod and others sigh in relief.

"Before we settle down to our prepared repast I would like to introduce
myself to the group. Many here know me already but some are less familiar 
with me," I pause, "this, I hope will change." I smile bashfully.

"OK, I am Yotna, also known as the Yot, and Yottie. Oh, and of course 'Oi, 
you' by Esu. I am a human becoming, who aspires one day to be a human being. 
That's just my complicated way of saying I am an explorer, the subject of my 
exploration is people pure and simple. That includes me; I have no real 
taboos at all. But there are a few things that turn my stomach. Sexual 
experiences that involve abuse or coercion, children under legal age (16 in 
the UK) and scat are all significant squicks for me. Other than this any 
sexual activity between consenting adults is fine." I pause, and look at 
Esu.

"I will now pass you over to the love of my life, Esu..." I blow an
affectionate kiss to my right.


* * *


Esu continues:


I rose from my chair and stepped up onto the table to make myself more
visible. Looking around at the expectant faces I began to speak.

"As a matter of courtesy I should also introduce myself to you all."

I chuckled. Some of the faces around me smiled back.

"I am the Captain's wife and although married to him, sometimes my 
imagination takes over my thoughts."

Looking over towards Yotna, I grinned.

"I am a human being that has a totally normal life even if I step out of it 
from time to time. I will age and grow old just like any other person but 
before I do, I am going to have some fun."

I cleared my throat before continuing.

"I started to plan this cruise once I realised how much I liked certain
individuals in this group and decided that something had to be done to
keep it together. This trip was my answer to the challenge." I blushed.

"My sexual fantasies and desires can go anywhere I allow them." I smiled.
"I'm female so I can be quirky. Sometimes my feelings are a bit difficult
for the male of the species to understand."

I glared at Yotna as I heard him murmur, "Hear, hear. I'll drink to that!"

"Some activities are definitely banned from my thoughts though. First and 
foremost, I am a mother so I believe in the rights and freedom of our 
children. Also anything that causes harm of any kind to another fellow being 
or me is a no-no, right from the start so please bear that in mind."

"Now as I stated before, this story is going to be fun, hopefully a 
wonderful experience, so I would like to join with Yotna on welcoming you 
all aboard the Fantasy. I'll pass you over to suzee to give Franz time to 
prepare his English."

I returned to my chair with a mischievous glint in my eye.


* * *


Kenny continues:


After the waiter had left, Yotna got up and gave a somewhat prepared speech 
about the ship and himself. He listed his squicks, which were not many and 
typical. Esu added hers. Neither were long winded so in only the moments it 
took for the waiter to return with our drinks, Esu introduced suzee.

suzee looked at me. I shrugged. We weren't prepared for her to speak at 
dinner. Still, she looked around the table and at everyone looking at her.


* * *


suzee continues:


"Ummmmm, well. Gee thanks for the warning, Esu. No one said I'd have to 
stand up in front of everyone and say something. I'm fine when it's sending 
virtually anonymous posts to a newsgroup, but in real life, I'm more likely 
to be hiding behind that plant over there, just observing everyone. I never 
expected to be a part of an actual story, so I'm somewhat at a loss for 
words. However...." I took a swallow of my wine while I chose my words. "If 
everyone will play nice and ask, I could be open to some experimentation. 
Nothing painful and no bdsm. Just ask first, and I'll let you know if I'm up 
for it."

With a sigh of relief, I introduced Kenny before I sat down.


* * *


Kenny continues:


"Hi, I'm Phil and I'm an alcoholic."

No one said a thing, but Sherry may have been making the sound of chirping 
crickets.

"Sorry, I'm Kenny Gamera. I'm a bit silly. I can be serious as some of my 
writings may suggest, but I have an overactive and strange imagination. I 
see things connect in a way that isn't usual. I'm afraid that you will see a 
lot of that on this trip. I apologize ahead of time."

After a sip of my mineral water, I continued, "Unlike most of you, I haven't 
experienced a lot sexually. I was an extremely late virgin. I realise that 
some think that it isn't that big of a deal, but I feel that there is a lot 
that I have missed in life. I would like to catch up. suzee has been very 
supportive of this.

"So, I'll be open to a lot of things. I might be awkward in the beginning--" 
Sherry snickered. suzee shot her a look in my defense. "--but I promise that 
I will be enthusiastic. Ask nice and I might say yes. However, don't trust 
what I have written as a guide. I explore ideas. I don't jot down fantasies.

"Things that I've a real interest in include dominance and bondage maybe a 
threesome. I don't see myself issuing pain or humiliation. Nor do I see 
myself in a sub's role; I've been hurt and humiliated enough, thank you. I 
would also like to say that necrophilia is right out..."

"Kenny."

"Yes, suzee."

"You're quoting Monty Python again."

"Was I?"

denny nodded his head and said, "Yes, Lake Pahoe."

"I'm sorry. To continue, while I wouldn't turn down a nice, mature, 
intelligent sixteen-year-old, I've never met one and have serious doubts 
that they exist. On the other hand, if some nice, mature, intelligent 
fifty-year-old were to dress up in her old scout's uni--."

suzee socked me in the arm. "Never mind. On the gripping hand, I have no 
problem with a nice, college-aged girl if she were mature, intelligent, and 
willing."

I winked at Sandra who was too busy with the good Mr. Wheeler to notice. 
That's okay, I understood. I only hoped that someone caught the science
fiction reference.

I raised my glass to the group.

"Thank You and Good Day."


				* * *


"Hello, I'm Officer Sherry Michaels of the Isle de Monster Police. I am also 
a professional dominatrix and a leading member of a motorcycle gang. I am 
immune to mind control and I ALWAYS win. The only spanking I have received 
since I retired as a stripper was by Don Runsfeld for blowing up all the 
evidence on WMD in Iraq. It was worth it though, because I got a ton of 
stock and a lifetime supply of dill pickles. If I realized that the dungus 
wasn't smart enough to win a rigged election, I would've held out for hotdog 
relish, too."

"While I do have limits, there's almost nothing I won't do to someone else
as long as everyone stays out of a hospital and remembers their safe words.
Unfortunately, my writer," she jerked a thumb in my direction, "has me on
good behavior. So, I'm stuck with light bondage and domination for this 
trip."


* * *


Foxy continues:


I rose from my chair and looked around the table. I nodded towards Franz who 
acknowledged my presence by grinning back. "Ummm, I'm Foxy. I missed you at 
Southampton so I haven't been able to introduce myself properly to you all 
yet. Luckily for me, one of the ship's crew came to my aid and I managed to 
catch up with you."

I paused briefly.

"I'm looking forward to meeting you and improving my writing skills and 
err... my experiences. Not that I have lot of them really though because for 
years I have been concentrating on my career and that didn't leave much time 
for socializing. I hope that I am going to be making up for that on this 
trip."

"So far, this cruise is living up to those expectations. Anyway, I don't
really have any hang ups concerning sex, I'll try anything once or maybe
even twice if I enjoy it enough." I giggled.

I glanced around the table trying to locate the person who was humming a 
familiar tune. It had to be Kenny.

	`Always look on the bright side of life,
	do dee, do dee, di di dee do dee'

"Thank you all for listening." I looked over to Franz again who winked at me 
as I sat down.


* * *


Lady Chrystal continues:


I'd read the Captain's letter so I was quite ready to introduce myself to my 
fellow passengers and those of the crew who were present.

When he extended his invitation I stood, clasped my paws in front of my 
chest and nodded my head in the traditional 'Bard's greeting to nobility'. 
Thank you, Captain."

I held my arms out and smiled while I slowly turned in place. When I faced 
the majority of the people in the room again I stopped and lowered my arms.

"Please, ignore formality and name me Velvet, or Vel. As you have seen, I am 
not human. Some of you may recognize that I am from a world your people call 
'Rabelaisia'. My heritage is that of a vixen, which can imply many things. 
I've lived on your world for almost thirty of your years. For all of those 
years I have been quite contentedly life-mated in a relationship you would 
consider a line marriage. The important details you should know are that the 
bonding leaves me, and the others, free to choose any type of relationship 
we wish to make with any person. By choice and preference I am what you call 
heterosexual when I choose to be sexually active with people other than my 
life-mates."

I let my eyes settle on Harvey and I grinned at him before turning back to 
the others. "My sexual preferences are simple ones. Mutually agreed on 
activities and explorations. I will not give or seek pain, mental or 
physical, deliberately, as part of my sexual activities. I will not deny 
that pain can be given or received accidentally." I held up my paws. 
"Passion unleashed has its own rules and when I am with a human, accidents 
may happen. As you can see, I must worry about that no more than a woman who 
has long fingernails does."

"We will be together for a long time if we make the entire voyage together. 
Please, do not be afraid to ask me questions about my sexuality or anything 
else. For the first few days all I ask is that you let Harvey and I settle 
into a relationship we are both comfortable with." I turned and smiled at 
him. "Mostly, it will be he who decides his future with me or anyone else. I 
will respect those decisions."

I tilted my head and looked at each of the people in the room before 
continuing. "My people have a saying: 'Many races, one people.' Those of us 
who spend time here have changed that slightly: 'Many cultures, one world.' 
I am honored to be allowed to join you in writing a new chapter in The Great 
Book of Life." I turned back to Yotna and Esu before I repeated the Bard's 
greeting. "Thank you, Esu, Yotna. This voyage will always be a treasured 
part of my memories."

I settled back in my chair and listened carefully while the introductions 
continued.


* * *


denny continues:


denny sat up in his chair and beamed a glorious smile. It looked unfamiliar 
on his lips, and disappeared in a flash.

"I am denny, and I am a curmudgeon, now if you read the dictionary 
definition it will suggest we are, ahem and I quote 'a crusty irascible, 
cantankerous old person full of stubborn ideas'. Piffle and rubbish I say! 
We merely see the world clearly, and point out its absurdities! The 
International brotherhood of Anti-social Old Biddies has lodged a formal 
protest and..." denny blinked and
looked at his bemused audience.

"Oh, I am sorry, I didn't mean to get on the soap box." he paused, sighed 
and continued, "I am denny, and despite being an editor, I insist my name 
starts with a lower case letter. Please make an effort to remember this when 
you pronounce my name, as Denny and denny have quite a different cadence. I 
promise not to tire of correcting you, but Tippex has a very unpleasant 
taste, and in large quantities can be fatal." The smile flitted once more, 
but it contained a hint of venom this time.

"Now I am here to relax, so please only use words with the correct syntax 
and grammar, if you could run your speech through a spell checker first, I 
would greatly appreciate it. I am very grateful to certain parties for 
helping me to smuggle myself aboard the cruise. Also to Stasya for the loan 
of his pirate outfit, or 'every day clothes' as he would put it. I know to 
many of you I seem like a god-like figure, but please for the duration of 
the cruise try to forget that I actually know how to use the English 
language."

Immediately all chit-chat (which had be labelled OT and put in a separate 
thread, for safety) stopped and the room turned as one, to face denny the 
elder.

"We're not worthy, we're not worthy!" Echoed in the enclosed room.

"Please, *We are not worthy!*"

Yotna fell to the floor, tears streaming from his upturned eyes.

"I have seen the light; the spirit of grammar is in me! Praise be the
denny!"

"Yotna, sarcasm is the lowest from of wit." denny uttered.

"Oh, sorry - s'pose I'll get up then. Ain't no point being on t'floor."

"Yes, most humorous - anyway, as I was saying before my thread drifted.
I actually know the English language, but I am willing to let bygone's be 
bygone's and mingle with you all. Even the persistent sinners."

Yotna became uncommonly quiet.

"So after years of being subjected to stories from the perverted bunch in 
this room and others I have very few hang ups, or indeed morals left. I'm up 
for whatever happens on the cruise, and I will try to make myself available 
to all you females, and for a small fee I am willing to autograph your 
bodies. Of course I may add a few editorial comments, purely to help you 
iron out any wrinkles I may find."

"I thank you all for your attention, please feel free to sit, once I have."


* * *


Franz continues:


After denny had spoken, I stood up. Sandra's skill of the english language 
wasn't bad but -- she maybe liked humiliation here and there when sex was 
involved but only when she trusted people, did she participate; but in no 
way did she like to make a fool of herself.

I have seen similar behaviour a lot in Eastern Europe. Well, I've seen it 
elsewhere too. While suzee and Kenny made their respective speeches, Sandra 
told me what I had to say for her.

We had communicated a lot during our wild car hunt through the greatest part 
of Europe, through the whole of the Czech Republic, then through Germany 
(what was more or less a relief, since I could relax with the police, you 
know, the lack of a speed limit!), Belgium, and Northern France. Driving in 
Southern England was so different, and then... Oh, I am losing contact with 
the topic.

"Hi," I began, "I and my escort are more different then most of you think. 
Believe it or not, I met this black-haired, green-eyed cat only 108 hours 
ago. I believe though that I have known her for 108 years; there is so much 
affinity between us, almost as much as between my girlfriend and me. It 
seems that we've fucked each other 108 times." Here I looked around and saw 
most of the guests who had the honor to sit with Esu and Yotna tonight 
grinning.

Sandra shot me some looks -- not dirty, they were rather amused -- when I 
continued. "Sandra is my assigned fuck-toy. You must know that my girlfriend 
wasn't able to join me *us* on this trip, but Katka decided that I needed 
somebody who could accompany me between you perverts. She selected Sandra, a 
fellow from high school. I, we, tested her the night before we left and both 
of us approved of her for being my official escort on this journey."

"Heck, Franz," I got interrupted by denny, "don't start on Adam and Eve. 
What we need to know are her sexual preferences."

I understood what denny meant by this. He didn't intend any offense and so 
none was taken.

"denny, I know that you're eager to learn more about Sandra's sexual 
preferences. Making it short, she needs fucking all day long. Well, 
certainly also at night."

Sandra leaned over to the curmudgeon and spoke up loudly with a heavy Czech 
accent, to the entire circle, "I think denny shows so much interest in me 
that after the journey has ended, he will open a wholesale shop of my 
underwear."

Sandra aimed over the goal shamelessly, but it was nice to see, that a man,
who said the cool kids were laughing at him for more than half a century,
could still blush.

The others at the table laughed at Sandra's statement.

I continued.

"See, my girlfriend made me the greatest compliment she could make, showing
me her love and her trust. She selected me this super sexy, sensual, and
shameless fuck-toy. Katka and Sandra were sharing high school together.
I don't know all the details so far, so please don't ask, but what I do 
know, both of them had been pretty wild. They were changing boyfriends twice 
a week or so and," I was twinkling my eye, "sometimes they shared them."

I was interrupted by Yotna.

"Sharing the boyfriends or their cum?"

"Hey, we were the greatest sluts of the town!" Sandra answered. Then I
spoke again.

"To cut a long story short, Sandra is the perfect substitution for Katka on 
this journey. After finishing high school, by the way, she selected 
agriculture as her main orientation, so be careful with her; besides driving 
tractors she also knows how to cut a pig's tail or the testicles of male 
lambs -- she came to the conclusion that boys of her age are too immature 
for her life."

Sandra wasn't shy at all, maybe because of the Chardonnay, which was served 
with the `antipasti', (the dinner was Italian, so not fish and chips but 
fish and noodles for the first course) made her lose her tongue. She was 
drinking alcohol and feeling light-headed, but she wasn't used to wine.

"Not only not mature," she said, "but they also were without money all the 
time. No money -- no fun. Girls just need to have fun."

I have been with Katka since New Year's Eve and our relationship never has 
been founded on money, but on understanding, communication, and respect. I 
haven't known Sandra for more than 4 and a 1/2 days, but I doubt that 
Katka's best friend would be much different from her.

"Love doesn't work well without fun," Esu responded just before I went on.

"As I said, for keeping it short, the second plate is coming up soon, I 
guess, I hope, Sandra has a failing for some older man; Thanks to my Katka, 
who is the same kind of young, sexy, and horny woman, she could join us on 
this journey; or better still, that she joined me and agreed to be my 
fuck-toy during my stay on this fantastic ship."

I looked towards her and said, "I hope, that she will stay my fuck-toy -- 
and Katka's -- after our return."

Sandra blushed. "You know, I never..."

"I know," I interrupted her, "but Katka and I hope, that you will change 
your opinion after this journey. You are fitting into our way of life so 
well."

"Hear, hear," denny grunted.

It was time to continue. I was talking longer than most of my predecessors.
I saw that the staff wanted to serve the second course; it looked like veal, 
but who knew?

"Now some words about me. I consider myself open-minded. I believe that most 
of the stupid things a man can make in his life, I have already made when I 
was younger and I hope not to repeat them. Most of these stupidities were 
because of jealousy. I consider myself tolerant. As others have said here in 
this round tonight, consent is not disputable for me."

Esu nodded as I continued. "Sometimes there might be consent that the sexual 
act isn't happening with consent, but that's the kind of role play which the 
partners agreed on. Sometimes I like to give my sex partner a slap on her 
bum, while I have my hard member in her hot pussy," all the females were 
smiling at me now, "but I am annoyed about most of the torture stuff you 
find on the web. For me bondage ends very shortly after rope-play and hot 
wax. No needles and blood or other whatsoever shit. I am a man who is easy 
to arouse; show me long legs, short mini skirts, and nice eyes, that's all I 
need." I looked at Sandra's, the delicious fuck-toy and added, "and if her 
eyes are green, I am going nuts."

"So you're a rather normal guy," Yotna stated.

"Certainly yes. I may call Sandra fuck-toy or even slut, but that's only 
play. Still I have respect for her. Maybe she won't be with me for the rest 
of my life but I care for her, even though she isn't my girlfriend. You 
know, what was done to her today. If it wasn't for her telling me what fun 
it was, apart from the inconvenient position she was bound to on the bench, 
I would be the first to claim at least keelhauling of the person who was 
responsible for this act of coercion."

I looked around the table to see if I saw any indication from any man or 
woman that they were behind the plot, but everyone was acknowledging my last 
statement by nodding.

Sandra was leaning over towards denny again I noticed while I was speaking. 
The left half side of her braless breast was showing off, I could even see 
her slightly erect nipple. I thought how more sexy she would be if her 
nipples were pierced, a major turn-on for me and I wondered why she, in 
opposition to most in her age group, didn't have the obligatory belly-stud 
or any tattoo.

'What were Sandra and denny up to under the table?'

"The age of consent in the country I am living in now is 15, but the last 
time I fucked a girl that age I wasn't much older than that myself. When I 
grew up and became an adult, I had one long-term relationship and I hope 
that Katka will be the next. Actually, today, the mental border I won't 
cross is half my age. I am 38 years old and according to my own rules I 
shouldn't have done anything with this fuck-toy...," I throw a dirty look 
over to Sandra, who apparently now was rubbing denny's cock under the table, 
beyond sight of the group. "...until November, 17th. Well, sometimes it's 
better to break some
rules."

Kenny spoke up, rising with his glass and said, "You're the man, Franz, 
because you're intelligent enough to know that some rules are made to be 
broken." He quietened down quickly because his neighbour -- Officer Sherry? 
-- poked him in the ribs making his other neighbor -- suzee? -- shoot dirty 
looks towards her.

I wasn't finished at all; I had yet to add a last statement. "Today I am 
dreaming of a three-way relationship. I mean, I am pleased with Katka, but 
then both of us like to spice up our sex life with another girl from time to 
time. That we're doing, but at least we are discussing about restricting 
ourselves to a special girl. So far of course we haven't found such a -- 
fuck-toy."

Then I sat down and said to Sandra, "I have to call Katka after dinner and 
tell her how much I love her. Damn, such a pity, that she couldn't join us. 
I am missing her."

A few moments later the waiters served the next course and we were all 
happy. Life was good.


                            * * *


After the main course, Kenny and I met in the rest-room getting rid of the 
mineral water and the dry Chardonnay I had drunk earlier.

"I am surprised about you and Sandra," he said. "She is so real. When I read 
your stories, I always believed that you were imagining...like many other 
stories at the newsgroups."

"Kenny, this girl is as real as the Red 5."

He cocked his head to me.

"The Red 5 is as real as Dubya is sitting in the White House. What I've told 
in my stories about the Red 5 *really* happened..." I answered.

"Hold on, holy shit. Do ya tell me, that you even met the girl scouts 
there?"  He was interrupting me with gleaming eyes. Then he sighed and shook 
his head. "You're pulling my leg! That's not possible! They were created in 
my fantasy."

I smiled. "I am looking around, I am watching them. If you keep your eyes 
open, more things happen, than most people believe. Maybe not in the middle 
of Kansas or Nebraska, but at least it's common in Europe. Maybe the girls I 
described in the Girl Scout stories weren't girl scouts. Actually Vladka was 
named Petra in reality. And Pavel, Havel, and Karel I surprised in a metro 
station in Paris. Of course, they were named Jean, Paul and Pierre in 
reality. I don't know how you're writing stories, but many of mine are 
composed by reality usually."

"I... I..."

"You're doing the same, I suppose. If you will visit me in the Czech 
Republic, I'll show you the night-life of the small-town, all the small 
dirty bars and clubs, where you can buy anything from a simple joint to a 
willing girl or a Kalashnikov."

"I don't suppose suzee will ever allow me such a trip. Never."

"So all you have is meeting Sandra. At least she is the most real character 
I have. Actually, she isn't a character at all."

At this moment a crew-member came in and we calmed down our conversation. 
When we left the rest-room, Kenny whispered, "Do ya think, that Sherry could 
travel to you for an investigative visit?"


* * *


Foxy continues:

After the meal, most of the guests departed and went back to their cabins. I 
wasn't tired and didn't really want to go back to mine just yet, so I sat at 
the bar talking to Laurent. A few other stragglers that didn't want to 
retire were present as well. I waved and nodded to Kenny and suzee who then 
came over to chat with us.

"Did you enjoy the meal?" I asked politely because I didn't really know them 
very well yet.

suzee answered, "Yes but I wasn't keen on Esu dropping me in it like that. 
That embarrassed me. Did I blush too much?"

"You were fine," I smiled. "Let me know if she embarrasses you again, I
can make her blush a lot more than that."

suzee smiled back.

Kenny started humming again. This time it took me a while to work out which 
song it was until I heard the word `lumberjack'. Noticing that he had been 
on water all night, I whispered in Laurent's ear. He disappeared into the 
depths of the bar.

Twenty minutes later, he emerged and deposited a large glass in front of 
Kenny. "Non alcoholic but a speciality of this cruise. An `anti-Pangalactic 
Gargleblaster' made especially for you."


* * *


Franz continues:

I said good night to all and went into my cabin. Sandra seemed to be asleep 
already so I undressed in the dark. The long journey through Europe and the 
first night on the 'Fantasy', (including all the whisky that I had drunk the 
night before) made me fall asleep within seconds. Later that night I awoke 
feeling Sandra cuddling herself against me and even later, I awoke again. 
This time we made love gently. I was lying like a spoon behind her and 
fucked her slowly. No words were spoken, it was pure love. She felt 
different in comparison to before, but certainly the last 48 hours had also 
had an effect on this young kitten.

We both moaned our orgasms into the pillows -- we didn't want to disturb our 
neighbours. They must have heard us the afternoon after Sandra and I had 
taken that long shower and maybe they believe that our ancestors had been 
rabbits.

I dreamed of Katka during the night. Esu had me told about the sailing route 
and she invited her to join us again. She proposed that Katka could take a 
plane to Lisbon where the vessel would take food and water on for the 
crossing of the Atlantic. I decided to call her the next morning.

Since New Year's Eve, we hadn't been apart for more than 72 hours from each 
other, so this was a new, strange situation. So far away from land, the GSM 
phone hadn't a signal, but Yotna had explained that the communication centre 
at the bridge was staffed almost as well as Fort Bragg.


                               * * *

Yotna continues:

The evening drew to a close, and after the excesses of the night before, I 
decided to get a reasonably early night. I scanned the small crowd looking 
for Esu, she was nowhere to seen. Either like me she was tired, or more 
likely, she had struck lucky. I bade my farewells and sauntered back to our 
stateroom. To my surprise the room was darkened, it seemed Esu had returned 
to slumber after all.

I quickly undressed and slipped between the cool sheets, my thigh touched 
not naked skin but soft, sleek silk. My unruly knob raised its head in 
interest, tired as I was; the novelty of lingerie intrigued me.

"Heh, we are taking this seriously aren't we?" I teased.

The only reply I got was tactile; her hand sneaked around her back, and 
nipped the weeping head of my cock. Enough said! I eased my body towards 
Esu's and snuggled my erection between her warm buttocks. She pushed back, 
sinking me partly into her wet welcoming body, I gasped and reached forward. 
My fingers slid underneath the sumptuous silk and traced their way down her 
quivering stomach. To my surprise the first thing they encountered was not 
the neat patch of wiry hair, but a thick crinkled lip. My hard-on bounced 
for joy; this was a night for surprises.

"When did you?"

"Shhsshhh..." She replied.

As one happy hand swept up and down her open, gushing slit, the other sought 
and found a hard nipple. I tweaked the peak of flesh, and drew my hips back. 
I heaved forwards expecting to lodge my shaft into her willing pussy. But 
she had moved, and the head of my prick pressed and then entered another 
orifice. I tried to pull back my thrust, but impatiently she wriggled and 
drew me deeper.

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you love." I asked between gasps.

"Mmmm, just push, hard!"

At that instant two things happened. Once Yotna realised (in a first person 
`third person' sort of way) he was not fucking his wife, and two the unknown 
woman thrust backwards. Her flexible passage swallowed him totally and his 
pubic hair was soon grinding against her bouncing cheeks.

"Who... Are... You?" I asked in a staccato phrase.

"Do the initials F.T mean anything to you?" She asked.

"S-S-Sandra!" I puffed, the sweat beading on my brow.

"Yes," she laughed, "do you like?"

"Oh yes, but could you slow down a bit... I'm not quite as young as you."

"You will survive, no harm in a bit of exercise."

"No, but I can't keep this up long, without coming..."

"Think of something else, that should work. I understand."

My mind filled with the names of footballers. A sudden memory made it much 
easier to control myself. I immediately stopped thinking of the 1966 World 
Cup Team, not this time! Sandra slid from under me and deftly swung herself 
around. A second later, as her breasts crushed into my chest, she drove her 
body down onto my extended pole once more. I skewered her and continued my 
exploration of her amazing expanding passage.

"I like to try things differently sometimes, don't you Yotna?"

"Yes, are you sure this doesn't hurt? I'm awfully deep in you."

"A Fuck Toy has to practice these things. I practice a lot..."

"I can see that..." I gasped.

"I can even come from this, if I help a bit..."

Sandra's hand slid between us and her fingers burrowed down, targeting her 
clitoris. Once found Sandra engaged hyper-drive. Her tight body wriggled and 
bucked against me. My mind searched for something to divert it, something 
safe. Star Trek! Dilithium crystals, phasers, tribbles... Yeah this seemed 
to work well. NCC 1701D, NCC 1701C, hailing on all open channels... Whoo 
hoo, what a solution. T'Pol, Borg Queen, Seven of Nine - Uh oh, wrong line 
of thought!

I cried out into the dark night...

"She'll never take it Captain, she's gonna blow..."

Warp factor 10. Yotna falls into a black hole. Sandra whizzes past him, her 
tail lights shining brightly...

"Wow, that was inter-galactic!" I sigh.

"Locked and loaded, ready for a second run, Captain" Sandra murmured.

I gulped, and winced. This was not going to be a quiet night in.


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