Amber Discovers Hidden Desires

Amber awoke to the smell of sex and the warmth of heaven. Her cheek rested on the ass of her new lesbian madam, and as she panned the room with her eyes, the debauchery of the previous night drifted back into her consciousness. Her cheek and chin were wet from drooling in her sleep, and drool had dribbled onto the firm ebony ass of Madam Susan.

She remained perfectly still, not wanting to disturb her madam or her sister submissives. Both sets of Amber's lips felt dry and raw. Her memory of events drifted back into focus as she became aware of her surroundings. She wondered if she had slept, clinging to Susan's thigh, all night. Judging by the amount of saliva between her face and Susan's ass, she would would have guessed yes.

She could see Rose, clinging to Susan on her other side. Her beautiful amber hair was in disarray. Rose's right knee touched Amber's breast as it draped across Susan's thighs. She could feel Lisa, the tall slender blonde with the tiny-but-perfectly-shaped ass pressed against her back, with an arm across Susan's back. Amber, again, marveled at the sharp contrast between Susan's glistening cocoa skin and the fair-skinned redhead facing her.

Amber could begin to feel the call of her bladder, but she did not want to move and disturb the warm softness that enveloped her. She lay still, reliving the events through only four days of their ten-day cruise. It began with meeting Itzayana, a beautiful Latina with alluring, almost catlike, eyes that captured her interest and introduced her to a previously unknown attraction to women.

Her attraction to Itzayana grew exponentially as she spoke in that accent, using such beautiful, seductive words. She made Amber feel so strongly so quickly she thought it might be love, after only two wonderful tingling days. But her fantasy was quickly shattered on the third night, when she saw Itzayana passionately kissing another woman.

Her mind shifted to the previous morning and a much less heavenly awakening. Amber awoke next to her Latin lover and as her consciousness emerged from the fog of sleep, and a throbbing, alcohol-induced headache. Even so, she was amazed by the warmth and softness of Itzayana.

She had had moments in the past with male lovers, when touching them, where she had been impressed by the feel of their skin, and even amazed at how smooth they felt. In all honesty, it was probably touching their cocks that had had the most effect. A hard-on was quite the dichotomy-- stiff and firm, yet hairless and smooth as silk.

Itzayana, on the other hand, felt heavenly soft everywhere. And she seemed to emanate heat from every part of her body. They joked about her hot Latin blood, in contrast to Amber, who always seemed to have cold hands and feet. Amber lay beside her, knee draped across her, and arm over her full, soft, warm breasts. She savored the warmth and the calm of Itzayana's steady rhythmic breathing.

~ ~ ~

Night three was all a blur, as the alcohol seemed to have erased much of it. The rest of the band all seemed to rush off after the show, and Amber's mind quickly shifted to Itzayana and the awakening she had brought to Amber. She would never have imagined having feelings for a woman before the cruise, but Itzayana had awoken something powerful inside her.

She was so overwhelmed by the effect Itzayana had on her, and the intensity of feelings she had invoked, that she allowed herself to be swept away by the fantasy her mind built around the most intensely passionate two days of her life. She was so caught up, that she wondered if she might be 'the one', after only two days.

While she had searched for her in the lingering crowd after the show, Chely Wright was signing autographs and being her sweet self. Amber was on cloud nine, thinking what a great life she had-- to get to perform, to meet new people, and to see the world.

The band remained backstage after the opening set, while Lila McCann and Chely Wright performed, and they joined in on a song with each of them during their sets. It really was a dream come true.

She had lost sight of Itzayana after her set, and never saw her during the other sets. She texted her with no response, so Amber was on a quest to find her lover as quickly as possible, with butterflies fluttering in her tummy.

She started at the piano bar where they had met, but she was not there. Then, she went to their spot on deck and again no sign of her. There was no response to a knock on her cabin door, and she was not in the casino. Amber was about to give up after panning the night club, until she took a second look at a lesbian couple kissing on the dance floor. There was Itzayana with a petite blonde woman, clearly not just a friendly sorority sister-- they were in the throes of passionate lust, rubbing and kissing with frenzied tongues.

As she watched, the butterflies turned to a lump of clay, filling her queasy stomach with the weight of crushing disappointment. She realized how irrational her thoughts had been. She'd known her for a couple days; to think she was in love was madness. To think Itzayana felt the same was even crazier.

But those eyes were so hypnotic, her scent, her accent, her sweet, seductive words made such an intoxicating combination, Amber's senses and sensibilities were overwhelmed. And even as she came to realize her foolishness, the tears escaped her eyes, and she found herself wanting to fall into a fully scrunch-faced bawling cry. Amber's eyes squinted shut, and a burst of breath broke free before she fought it back. When she opened them, the blonde woman was ravaging Itzayana's neck. Itzayana's eyes turned to Amber with a look of shock before Amber turned and scurried from the club.

Her embarrassment was off the scales. Not only had she fallen into an irrational fantasy, but Itzayana got a full dose of her crazy. As she fled, a part of her hoped for Itzayana to follow and beg forgiveness. So, as this new fantasy emerged, she tried not to look back for fear of further disappointment. But to keep hope alive, she made a beeline to their spot on the deck, where they had their moonlight encounter just two nights earlier.

Disappointment continued, as she waited for nearly thirty minutes. When her new fantasy was unceremoniously dispatched, she felt a sadistic urge to know if they were still in the club. When she returned, she ordered her favorite drink for drowning sorrows-- a dirty martini. After two, it was clear they had left the club, and her fantasy had been officially destroyed.

At about that time, a dark-haired young lady, who looked vaguely familiar approached her.

"You're the lead singer from Dreamland, right?" she asked with a smile.

As Amber looked into her dark eyes, she noticed her gleaming pretty smile and sexy, glittering slut wear. Her mind thought, what better way to top off the night than a little revenge partying.

"Guilty as charged," she yelled, to be heard over the music. She smiled and ogled her and decided to break the ice. "I'm Amber, and what is your name?"

"Debby," she replied, with an equally seductive ogling. "May I buy you another?" she asked, as the waitress came by.

"If you insist," teased Amber, as she nearly choked finding out her distraction shared her sister's name. Her vengeful mind thought, What the hell, fucking my sister will show her!

"My sister's name is Debbie. What are the odds."

"How does she spell it, I-E or Y?"

"I-E," replied Amber.

"Y for me," said Debby, with a flirty grin.

The drinks continued and the small talk began.

"You have such a beautiful voice, coming from such a beautiful girl, it's just not fair," said her new distraction.

The similarity to Itzayana's comments fueled the fire, as the memory of Itzayana's seduction played in her mind. She had used the term 'angel voice' as she flattered Amber as part of her masterful seduction.

Amber smiled at the dark-haired beauty and felt a tingling stirring between her legs. If nothing else, Itzayana had awoken her attraction toward the fairer sex. Debby wore a form-fitting, sparkling-black mini-dress. It was low cut with only spaghetti straps on the shoulders, exposing most of her chest, shoulders and upper back.

They danced and drank until last call and the last slow dance. Amber looked into her dark eyes, pushing aside the irony that the girl, who shared her sister's name, in some ways resembled her in looks and mannerisms.

She looked into her eyes and saw a pleading hunger, and that was all that was needed. Amber looked longingly back and kissed her firmly and when she reciprocated by slipping her tongue into Amber's mouth, their fates were sealed for the night. Amber kept her on the floor for the duration of the song, wanting everyone to see, hoping somehow, Itzayana might show up and see their roles reversed. There was no such luck.

When the song ended, she looked at her sweet revenge, and said, "I would very much like to keep this party going. Would you like to come back to my room for the night?" she asked boldly, thinking the answer was a given.

Debby responded with a deep, probing kiss, while nodding her answer. As they strolled, Amber realized just how, beyond tipsy she was. It was a struggle to concentrate as she walked, but she could sense her balance teetering even as she carefully focused on each step, to avoid any stumbles. She hoped Debby did not interpret keeping the party going, to mean drinking anything more.

Debby had been responding to a text as they neared the cabin door and nearly went down, when Amber stopped suddenly. Inside, Amber had to pee but was thoughtful enough to give Debby first dibs. Debby set her phone down and went to the bathroom. As Amber waited, she really felt the urge becoming more urgent. To distract herself she checked her phone and saw a text from Itzayana.

Itzayana: Sorry I missed your text earlier, are you free?

It had come through only moments earlier, probably when Debby almost fell. Amber took the opportunity to sting her back a little.

Amber: I have company right now sorry

Itzayana: You looked hurt, I'm sorry if you misunderstood

Amber: Doing fine, met someone tonight

Itzayana: Can we talk

Amber: Kinda busy right now Debby will be back any minute

Itzayana: Your sister?

Amber: No another Debby

Itzayana: Debby Roman?

Amber: Yes, you know her?

Itzayana: Yes, she's a sister

Amber hadn't even thought of asking if she was one of the sorority members. But it was all the better for a little payback, she thought.

Amber: Gotta go, see you tomorrow maybe. I'm sure you can keep busy tonight.

Just then she heard a text ding on Debby's phone and could not resist sneaking a peek. To her shock, she discovered a text chain between Debby and Itzayana!

It turned out, Itzayana had sent Debby to look for Amber and keep her busy while she frolicked with the slut Itzayana was swapping spit with. She gathered from the tone of Itzayana's latest texts that Debby may have taken it further than Itzayana had in mind.

So, Amber quickly decided to take advantage of the situation and fuck the shit out of Itzayana's distractor. They had no idea she knew of their little plot, and she would show Itzayana two could play the slut game.

When Debby returned, she had the dress draped over her forearm. She was topless with small perky breasts and giant nipples begging to be kissed. Her tummy was smooth and shapely, with a little roll below her belly button. She wore black satin panties and nothing else.

Amber was shocked with herself, because at that moment, Itzayana was an afterthought. She wanted to explore Debby in every way possible, but the urge to pee was overwhelming and she gave her a quick peck. "You look so hot! Please stay, I'll be right back. I so much want to get to know you better," said Amber, with a naughty smile.

"I'll be waiting, right here," replied Debby.

Amber freshened up and returned to see Debby, in her panties, on the bed. Knowing Debby was practically naked waiting for her, Amber had taken it a step further and shed all her clothing. She really was hot, thought Amber, as she smiled and rushed to the bed. She practically dove on top of her and began kissing her.

Both phones dinged and Amber could sense Itzayana's growing frustration. It only made Debby seem that much hotter. Amber was, once again, in awe of the smooth softness of her skin. The female body was so much more appealing to her than she could ever remember feeling with a man.

She was driven to kiss and caress every inch of Debby, and despite the hint of alcohol that emanated from them both, the minty taste of the breath spray they used brought a freshness that she had never felt with a boyfriend.

"You are so beautiful, Debby," whispered Amber, as she moved to her neck. "I love the feel of your skin against mine."

Debby whimpered and let her hands roam over Amber's naked body, as feelings of guilt faded quickly. Itzayana had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar and rather than fess up and face the consequences, she wanted dessert first, and then dinner. Itzayana had implored Debby to distract Amber to keep her busy, while she binged on her jar of decadence, before she returned for the main course.

But after a few drinks and getting to know Amber, Debby decided she did not want to be part of Itzayana's game. She was patient and disciplined, and waited for the main course-- and oh, was she worth the wait.

Amber slowly and methodically kissed her neck, teasing her earlobes as she kissed her way lower. She savored her shoulders, touching and kissing every inch of them.

Feeling naughty, she whispered, "I'm so glad she convinced you to keep an eye on me," said Amber, as she gripped her petite breast and sucked her thimble-sized nipple into her mouth.

Debby gasped from a mix of pleasure and the shock that Amber knew. But as Amber smiled up at her, pressing her tongue against her raging nipple, with a ravenous look in her eye, Debby felt a surge of tingling excitement radiating through her body.

"Such pretty eyes to be gazing upon me," Amber teased, as she moved to the other breast, keeping eye contact. "I hope you'll keep your eyes and your lips..." Amber moved quickly back up, and kissed her with a probing tongue. "...your hands and your entire naked body on me."

Amber plunged her tongue into Debby's mouth, and they kissed wildly as she ground her body against Debby's. After a long moment, she broke the kiss, then pressed up onto her hands and knees.

"I need those panties off now!"

The mix of alcohol, anger, Debby's defiance of Itzayana, combined with her newfound obsession with the female body had worked Amber into a frenzied state that she needed to unleash.

She wiggled Debby's panties down, staring hungrily into her eyes, as Debby eagerly bent her knees and surrendered them. Once they cleared her feet, Amber tossed them and looked at Debby.

"What happens on the cruise ship stays on the cruise ship!" she said, with a devious grin. Then she gripped Debby's shins and spread her legs. Amber lunged forward, lay on top of her and kissed her long and deep.

Debby's knees instinctively spread and pulled up, opening herself for her new lover and as they kissed, Amber ground her pelvis against Debby's, and she felt Debby's wetness mixing with hers. The sensation was remarkable, as Debby's hand explored her back and flexing ass cheeks.

Their tongues danced and passions built, and with each roll of her hips, Amber felt the heat and wetness building between them. Debby's knees pulled higher and her thighs gripped Amber's hips as their pussies ground together.

Amber would not have thought it physically possible, but their clits were rubbing and she could feel an orgasm building. Just as she wondered if Debby was feeling it too, Debby let out a high-pitched squeal of bliss that told her all she needed to know. And she quickly confirmed it loud and clear.

Amber panted as she rubbed harder and faster consumed by this new sensation. Their wetness coated her pelvis and the sensation of their clits rubbing was incredible.

"Oh, fuck, Amber. Oh, please fuck me hard!" screamed Debby.

There was a knock at the door, and they both knew who it was. So, Debby screamed a little louder, and Amber's hips pounded Debby at a mind-numbing speed. Amber felt like a ravenous animal in a fucking frenzy.

"Fuck, Debby! It feels so good!" Amber roared, so Itzayana could hear. "I'm gonna come so hard!"

She looked into Debby's eyes as Debby wailed, her eyes wide in blissful desperation. Amber's mouth locked open and as she screamed along with her, drool escaping from Amber's mouth, and she quickly buried her face into Debby's neck in the throes a furious climax, fucking her sweet revenge like a rabid beast.

As they came, wetness coated her bush as the sloshing sound echoed beneath their screams, until finally, she collapsed onto Debby, both panting uncontrollably.

"Oh fuck!" groaned Debby, "Oh my God..."

Another knock came at the door, followed by the muffled voice of Itzanyana. "Oh, my angel, please let me in."

Amber was suddenly hit with a queasy reminder that she'd had way too much to drink, and as she felt the bed begin to spin, she thought getting up would probably be a good thing if she could keep from falling. But she struggled to catch her breath, after the most intense aerobic sex she'd ever had.

"I don't know what just happened..." Amber took a couple of deep breaths. "But that was savage.

"Yes, no one's ever--"

"I've never done anything like that before," Amber interrupted.

She tried to calm herself and not throw up at the same time, when another knock pushed her to respond. She managed to make it to the door, driven in part by the need to flaunt her escapades to Itzayana. She purposely did not cover herself and opened the door wide, exposing her nakedness and disarray.

"What do you need, Itzayana?" asked Amber, gruffly.

When she looked into those almond-shaped eyes, she was momentarily mesmerized. She nearly forgot how hypnotic they were.

"Can I come in, my angel?" she asked, calmly.

Amber found herself stepping back to clear the way, and Itzayana moved forward holding eye contact. Then she looked at Debby on the bed, and smiled.

"Well, hello, Debby," said Itzayana, as if pleasantly surprised.

Debby lay on the bed on her side, proudly naked and looking satisfied, with her head propped up and elbow planted in the bed. "Hello, Itzayana, we missed you," she replied with a grin of her own.

Itzayana took Amber's hand, and pulled her along towards the bed, and that was where Amber's memory faded into the fog of her hangover.

~ ~ ~

As she lay there, draped over Itzayana, she felt a stirring behind her before Debby's body wiggled into place against hers, sandwiching her between two soft, warm bodies. Her head throbbed, but as she lay still and quiet, it seemed to minimize the pain. After a few moments of feeling them breathe and letting their warmth permeate her body, she drifted back off to sleep.

Sometime later, she was awoken by Debby slipping out of bed and into the bathroom. Her own bladder let her know she would need to empty it soon, also. As the fog cleared, the details of the previous evening started to emerge.

As soon as Debby came out, Amber greeted her with a quick kiss. "Be right back!" she said, then stopped. "You smell good."

"Thanks. Always come prepared." She held up her purse and smiled. "Pun intended...Multiples," she giggled.

"Oh damn," sighed Amber. She pulled Debby back toward herself, and kissed her passionately.

She recalled their clit-fucking session and her pussy tingled. And the rest of the evening came slowly back into focus and the blood rushing to her pussy only intensified her screaming bladder.

She broke the kiss. "I really gotta pee."

She relieved herself and quickly grabbed the toothbrush, deodorant and perfume. Then she washed her lady parts, in hopes of some breakfast sushi. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she had to stop to think about the twisted transformation she was going through. Not only did she cross a line she never would have imagined...lesbianism, but she had also had a threesome!

The tingling heat between her legs was like a powerful drug clouding her reasoning and control. The mantra 'what happens on the cruise ship...' had somehow justified, in her mind, throwing out all of the guardrails, and she prettied herself in the hopes of more. She wondered how her mind ever concocted the term 'morning sushi,' but she smiled at the thought of tonguing her guests for breakfast.

Waking up between them had been a touch of heaven, and she needed a full tour. Itzayana met her at the door, and took her place in the bathroom. Debby held up the covers, inviting Amber to join her. She climbed in eagerly, holding back a giggle. Other than her sister, she had surprisingly met only a few Debbies in her lifetime, regardless of spelling.

The memory of screaming out 'Debby's' (with a Y) name during one of the wildest, most powerful orgasms of her life, was just a bit disturbing. Nonetheless, she crawled under the covers and lay facing her sister's namesake and they kissed softly.

After a moment, Itzayana peeked out of the bathroom. "Shower?" she asked, with a smile. "We can all fit," she added, in her Spanish accent.

Amber and Debby looked at each other, then at her, and smiled.

"Only if I get two helpings of morning sushi," said Amber, trying out her new label for pussy.

"Oh, my little devil angel," sighed Itzayan, "I love you on your knees.

Moments later, for the second time that morning, Amber was sandwiched between two soft, sexy women, wondering how she had missed out on this feeling her whole life. The showers on the ship were a pleasant surprise. They had curved-glass walls and doors, creating an oval-shaped shower floor, with a rain head on the ceiling and a hangable hand wand on the wall. There was room for three, and as closely as they were clinging to Amber, there would be room for more.

There were four hands and two sets of lips covering every curve, nook and cranny on her body. As warm water washed down her, two of the hands held wash cloths and lathered her up with shower gel, while the other two hands roamed over her skin.

"I'll have my sushi now, please," panted Amber, as Itzayana's soap-coated fingers slipped between her labia, causing her to groan.

"Oh, sing for us, my angel. First, we thank you for letting us use your shower."

"Huh! Uh!" she sang out, as the finger curled and pressed inside her.

"Such a sweet song," teased Itzayana, as Debby ran her finger between her ass cheeks, teasing her asshole.

Her hips began to roll, and her whimpers turned to deeper grunts, as Debby's finger pressed into her virgin asshole. The initial pain turned into an odd tingling of pleasure that she would never have imagined before the cruise.

"You give us both holes, my sweet."

With that, Itzayana sped up the pace and intensity of her fingers, and Debby followed suit. Amber clung to Itzayana with her left arm around her shoulders, and reached behind her right to grip Debby by the small of the back.

Her mouth trembled, as she groaned, "Oh, fuck, ah! Oh God yes, take my holes. Please don't stop."

"Never," whispered Debby.

"I love being inside you," said Itzayana.

The warm water rained down as she moaned with pleasure, savoring the soft bodies pressed against her as they both caressed and probed her. When Itzayana kissed her with a swirling tongue and soft lips, Amber felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction-- mouth, pussy, and ass all filled with warmth; tingling with pleasure, causing an ever-heating wave of bliss. Amber began whimpering into Itzayana's mouth, as the two sorority sisters turned all of their attention to Amber.

As the orgasm hit, her legs turned weak and swayed, and they both pressed against her, holding her up with their warm naked bodies. Her tongue thrust into Itzayana's mouth as her body quivered in bliss. Her awkward grip on them tightened, needing them close, as her body surrendered to intense, aching pleasures she could never have imagined.

She could no longer maintain the kiss and placed her chin on Itzayana's shoulder as she cried out in high-pitched howls, while they fingered her at blurring speed. Her entire body trembled as the orgasm continued, with no sign of them slowing.

Itzayana was in awe of how hard Amber was coming, as she smiled at Debby. She was proud at how masterfully she had turned the situation with Amber, and the morning ménage à trois, was confirmation of that.

"Oh sing, my angel," she panted, amazed at the strength of Amber's one-armed bear hug, as her lover's body trembled uncontrollably.

"Come for us, Amber," whispered Debby in her ear.

Unable to take anymore, Amber released her grip on them and dropped to her knees on the shower floor.

"Oh God, I've never..." She wanted to say, 'never come so hard,' but her clit-fuck with Debby, and her encounter with Itzayana on the covered daybed on deck, had been equally mind blowing.

They both caressed her head as she caught her breath. It had all happened so fast. Her intent was to eat both their pussies to creamy sweet climaxes in her mouth, but they turned the tables before she had a chance. On her knees, face to face with Itzayana's pink treasure, she quickly took back control.

She gripped Itzayana's hips. "My turn!" she said, and pushed her into the corner of the shower, gripping her thighs and pushing them apart.

As Itzayana braced herself against the walls, she allowed her legs to spread wide as Amber's tongue dove in and licked the length of her slit. She repeatedly, firmly licked her with her ravenous eyes, looking up at her, leaving no doubt of her intent. She would have her cunt for breakfast.

"Oh, Amber... savage." Her head rolled back, and she groaned at the ceiling, before looking back down at Amber, panting.

Amber hummed and groaned, lapping rabidly at her warm softness. She had never imagined such heavenly softness existed. The scent and the tangy sweetness triggered a carnal need to please, that electrified her body and she intended to do just as Itzayana had suggested and to take advantage of every minute on the cruise to explore every hidden desire she could.

With each lick, the intensity of Itzayana's moans grew stronger. "You little diablo angel! Oh!" she grunted, as her hand gripped Amber's head.

Amber continued to lick and wiggle her head, savoring the resulting moans and growing heat radiating from her ripe, juicy peach.

"You are making Debby touch herself..., Oh yes! Diablo tongue!"

Imagining Debby touching herself added to the frenzy, and Amber found another gear as her head bobbed and wiggled.

"You make me come, Angel! Huh! Ah!"

Reaching between Itzayana's legs, Amber gripped her ass, pulling her pelvis into her face as she held her tongue stiff and ravaged Itzayana's heat. As the climax took Itzayana, she felt a rush of cunt-cum coating her cheeks, as she lapped up all she could. Itzayana's legs stiffened and trembled as she came, with her shouts echoing through the shower, highlighted by whimpers from Debby, masturbating as she watched.

Itzayana could hardly believe the excitement Amber exuded, eating her pussy. She could not recall anyone quite so eager for pussy and held her head for stability, as her legs trembled increasingly, as the orgasm continued.

Finally, she gripped Amber's hair to pull her off her over-fired clit. "I come and I come for you, angel," gasped Itzayana.

Amber leaned gently back into her pussy, and licked her clean, as she moaned her approval.

"I think Miss Debby needs your attention, my angel."

Amber, still on her knees, turned to face her new fascination, and the second pussy she had tasted. As she turned, so did Debby, showing her naked ass. She braced her palms against the shower wall and spread her legs, giving Amber a new perspective to observe a pussy from.

She grinned at the sight of her mons and labia protruding below her plump, firm ass. As she looked at the challenge before her, she gazed at the pear-shaped buns, full and smooth, and how they gave way to the succulent peach that was begging her tongue. The tingle between her own legs grew in a rush of heat, as the dark pink puckerhole hovering over the glistening labia drew her attention. She watched, in amazement, as water droplets trickled down her curves, clinging to her delicate skin.

Amber had been awakened to the wonder of touching another woman's skin, thanks to Itzayana, and after last night, to the need to explore other women before allowing herself to fall so hard for her first.

Gazing at Debby's intimate curves with such a longing desire, proved Itzayana's point. Her first orgasm with Itzayana was so far ahead of anything she had experienced, she never imagined anyone else approaching her intensity, but the clit-fucking orgasm with Debby, was equally life changing. Her sphincter was the target for Amber's nose, as she prepared to sample the sweet nectar of a woman once again.

Days earlier, she would have been grossed out at the thought, but after Itzayana, the scents, tastes, and the feel of a woman stirred her to the core. The shower dulled her scent, but when her nose touched her wrinkled button and her tongue slipped into her warmth, her senses came alive.

Debby moaned softly with the sounds of the falling water rousing her primal desires once again. Amber gripped Debby's ass, thumbs next to her lady parts, and pulled her open, as she ran her tongue firmly up her folds. She grunted, tasting her tender essence, each stroke of her slavering tongue increased her need for more.

"Our Amber is so hungry!" Itzayana goaded.

"Yesssss!" groaned Debby, causing Amber to pause and make her wonder, before lapping slowly, clit to taint.

The animal arousal of kneeling and driving her face into her spread haunches had Amber grunting like a pig between licks. Despite the growing ache between her legs, she kept her pace slow and deliberate, listening to the delightful moans of her sister's namesake.

"Oh Amber, eat my pussy, oh my God. Don't fucking stop," Debby pleaded.

Amber had no intention of stopping. Her pleadings only drove her forward, while restraint was fading with each taste, and she pressed firmly, licking her length. When her tongue touched her sphincter, Debby squeaked. So, at the next pass, Amber swirled her tongue over her rosebud and reveled in the naughtiness and the resulting moan.

Each day and each encounter made her bolder and more curious. She shocked no one more than herself with each boundary crossed and the rush that followed. The one thing she had learned for sure was-- she loved everything about women and wanted more.

She repeated lingering at her asshole, making Debby hum with each swirl. She had the thought of bringing her thumb up to rub her clit, as she licked her cunt. Debby's ass clinched and legs tensed as her clit fired, pushing her towards a pinnacle of pleasure.

"Oh, yes, baby, feels so good. Ah!"

Amber could not hold back. She needed to taste her cum. As she licked, she noticed Debby tasted slightly tangier than Itzayana. But the heat and heavenly softness were similar. Debby's labia were bigger and grew, as Amber licked and she let them coat her cheeks and chin with her cunt juice.

She found herself slinking lower so she could work from below her for better penetration. And with each adjustment, she felt Debby's excitement grow. She was beginning to feel like a master of lesbian pleasure, sensing her second beautiful woman, ready to come for her.

As the rush of heat between her own legs built, she moved faster, licking harder, waggling her head as she pressed up her slit. Then, she touched her puckered rosebud and swirled her tongue hard against it.

Debby squealed, "Oh yes, right there. Don't stop!"

Amber complied, in awe of Debby's' excitement, and wanted to plunge her over the edge. Thinking quickly, she pulled her right hand back, slid two fingers into her pussy and began to fuck her, as her left hand hooked around her thigh and fingertips found her clit.

Amber licked her from cunt to asshole, as she fingerfucked her with one hand and rubbed her clit wildly with the other.

Debby screamed, in bliss, "Oh fuck! Oh my God! I'm gonna come!"

Amber lapped at her madly, determined to make her come hard.

"Tongue my asshole, please!" Debby squealed.

And Amber, again complied, pressing tongue firmly against her wrinkled bud and waggled her head as her fingers moved at a blur.

Debby's body trembled as she grunted and came, coating Amber's fingers and knuckles. Amber kept up the frenzied pace, wanting to make it last, until a gush of juice erupted from Debby and her body spasmed, thumping the shower wall. Finally, she stood up and pushed Amber's hands away, unable to take any more.

Amber gripped her hips, spun her around, and lapped the cum from her pussy before the shower washed it all away. When she was done, they finished washing and got out of the shower.

Itzayana and Debby dressed, combed their wet hair, and left Amber with a kiss. Itzayana was famished and suggested they meet in an hour for breakfast. Debby had other plans, but Amber agreed.

Amber thought about dressing, but sat on the bed, recalling the night before and the unbelievable intensity of her encounter with Debby, and how they responded when Itzayana knocked on the door. The fury at which they fucked, knowing Itzayana could hear through the door, made her wonder if Itzayana had done something similar to Debby that caused her to have hurt feelings and want revenge.

But by the end of the night, Amber had anything but hurt feelings. Itzayana, once again, seemed to know what Amber had needed, more than she did.

When Itzayana had arrived at her room, Amber had hoped for a jealous, regretful Itzayana, angry that Amber had so quickly replaced her.

Instead, she opened the door to those eyes that had seduced her and opened her mind to the pleasures of feminine affection. Amber thought it was something about Itzayana that made her lose her sexual guardrails, but after Debby, she knew it was more than just Itzayana that excited her.

She was becoming addicted to breaking down the barriers that had held her back for so long. She felt the urge to dress proactively and tease every woman on the ship.

She sat on the bed and took some deep breaths, trying to calm herself. As she tamped down the rampant lust, she let herself fall back on the bed, closed her eyes and let her mind reflect on hours earlier.

How quickly Itzayana had turned her thoughts. Amber was ready for a jealous lover, to beg forgiveness. Instead, it was the calm, seductive beauty, who had captivated her thoughts, drawing her right back in. Then, when Debby embraced Itzayana's presence, with her provocative come-hither pose, Amber's mind and body gave way to a flash of lechery too strong to ignore.

Itzayana guided her to sit on the bed. "First, my angel, my appointment with the woman you saw, was arranged, long before we boarded. I am sorry if I hurt your feelings," explained Itzayana, taking Amber's hand in both of her own.

Those eyes held her gaze, as the smell of sex permeated the room. "Second, I am glad you connected with Debby. It's important to explore your new desires and see what you like and don't like. I have been with a few women, in my time, and would not deny you the same. If we are meant to be something more, we will be. But here, now, you have the chance to taste from an endless assortment. Trust me, back on land, the buffet is scattered and sometimes hard to find."

She leaned in and kissed Amber, while Debby wiggled up next to them. When Itzayana broke the kiss, Debby inched her face closer and kissed Itzayana. Suddenly, what would have been a rush of jealousy hours earlier, was then a rush of excitement and another barrier breached.

Debby broke the kiss with Itzayana and kissed Amber, causing a moan and more lecherous thoughts. Amber thrust her tongue into Debby's mouth and let her hands reach for Itzayana's buttons, obliterating the taboo barrier-- of not only a threesome, but a lesbian threesome.

Before she knew it, she was on her back with Itzayana on her right and Debby on her left. Two hands caressed her body while two sets of lips alternated kissing her mouth or her neck. She simply lay back and let them have their way. Alternating tongues exploring her mouth, one hand caressing her breast and the other teasing the edges of her vulva, from inner thigh to mons.

They seemed content with that for several moments, allowing Amber's passions to build slowly before both moving to her neck, and working lower. Amber lay back, eyes closed, panting and slowly writhing, pushing her pussy toward the elusive, roaming fingers.

With a mouth on each breast, they lingered, kissing, swirling tongues and nibbling her nipples. She groaned louder, with a hand on each head as they brought her nipples to full attention like never before.

Next, two sets of lips and two swirling tongues lingered on her belly, kissing and swirling, sending tickling bolts up and down her spine with almost torturous intensity. Her body was so sensitive to their touch, she spasmed and jerked uncontrollably.

All this time, they moved in unison, with a single focus, of pleasuring Amber and pushing her to new heights of passion. As they moved to her pelvis, they pushed her legs open and knees high, exposing Amber's womanhood, for their unrestricted access.

Amber rose up on her elbows so she could look at the hungry, taunting eyes gazing at her as they planted soft, teasing kisses and tongue twirls. She could see their knowing smiles as they continued their pleasure assault, moving from inner thigh to mons, teasing her outer labia, edging her inner labia, but refusing to finish her off. She waggled her hips and pressed them toward the ceiling, pleading with her tormentors.

"Please, I need to come, so bad," she pleaded.

But the taunting continued. Looking up at her, they shook their heads and smiled before resuming their heavenly torture.

Her moans grew louder and more desperate, and finally, she thrust her upper body forward, brought her arms around and lunged for the back of their heads to pull them into her pussy. But they bobbed and pulled their heads back. Amber missed her targets and fell back onto the bed.

"Patience, my angel," taunted Itzayana, as they re-gripped her legs behind the knees, pushing them high and wide, repositioning themselves for more slow torture. Amber surrendered, lying flat on the bed, eyes closed, rendering herself to a death by a thousand kisses. Taylor Swift's lyrics came to mind, "Pierced through the heart but never killed."

Soon, she was back to full-volume moans, whimpering and pleading, "Please make me come." She could feel their cheeks bulging from smiles as their torment continued.

Finally, she felt a finger caress its way down to her pleasure center, softly separating her labia. Amber groaned her wholehearted approval, "Oh yes please, touch my pussy."

They seemed to alternate fingers, dragging softly from muff to taint, until fingers were replaced with tongues. They licked teasingly slowly at first, with the warm, soft tickles radiating through her loins.

Amber's moans turned to dove-like coos, as she could see a light at the end of the tunnel. It was a heavenly, intimate torture that she relished. There was nothing more intimate than the tongue of another woman pleasuring a woman's most intimate parts.

Slowly, the frequency and intensity of their laps built, and Amber's body went limp, giving them complete and unfettered control.

"Oh, yes. Please don't stop," she whimpered, and she felt Itzayana's head shake, telling her she would not.

They moved in perfect sync, alternating intense laps of their tongues up her slit, with increasing speed and intensity until finally a climax built.

"Oh, please, I'm gonna come!" squeaked Amber, followed by a series of echoing screams.

As the orgasm hit, she gripped a handful of comforter on either side, and wailed as they held her legs high and wide, with her ass barely touching the bed. Her lower legs hung trembling in the air. They continued, in unison, as the orgasm lingered in waves aligned with their licks.

Until Itzayana panted, "Suck her clit."

Debby pushed her body up, sucking Amber's clit from the side, while Itzayana came in lower from the opposite side, drilling her tongue into Amber's desperate pussy.

"Oh fuck!" screamed Amber, as the climax intensified.

Her lower body quivered and a guttural chorus of grunts came from her diaphragm. Her clit fired at full intensity, and suddenly, she felt jets of warm juices blast from her pussy, soaking Itzayana and Debby and the comforter. There was no stopping it and her lovers were not only undeterred but groaned their excitement at her gushing climax.

As it passed, they returned to slow, targeted tongue laps, collecting her juices until they finally released her and returned to lying on either side of her, with their knees touching just below her drenched pelvis.

"Nectar of an angel, no?" asked Itzayana.

"Oh, yes, mmm," hummed Debby, before kissing Amber's cheek.

They let Amber catch her breath and relax for a moment.

Then, Debby spoke up. "I think it's our turn now. Do you want mouth or pussy?"

"May I please have my angel's tongue?" asked Itzayana.

"Yes, you can!" replied Debby, compliantly.

Apparently, that was all that needed to be clarified, and Itzayana moved to straddle Amber's head facing Debby, who raised Amber's left leg and placed the calf on her right shoulder straddling her right leg. Then she lowered her pussy against Amber's, and began to rub slowly, while Itzayana's knees spread, lowering her opened pussy lips to Amber's eager tongue. Amber felt her warm softness engulf her nose and lips, as the flavor of her first pussy coated her tongue again.

"Oh, my angel's tongue," sighed Itzayana, as her palms pressed on Amber's breasts for support.

Her hips rocked slowly, as she hummed and moaned her approval. Amber whimpered into her Latin lover's pussy, while Debby kept pace with Itzayana, rubbing her silky warmth against Amber. It was a moment of indescribable pleasure, feeling the essence of two women touching her, consuming her with the scents and sounds of their desire and arousal.

There was no jealousy or confusion, just satisfaction and contentment. She was where she was meant to be, after not even knowing she had been looking. Their paces quickened, coating her with their sticky juices, as if sharing their souls with her.

Her tongue thrust forward trying to penetrate Itzayana's smooth, tight tunnel with each pass of her soft wetness. She knew exactly the amount of weight to apply to push her labia open, and blanket Amber's face with each sensuous roll of her hips, and Amber felt Itzayana's clit grind on her nose as Itzayana's moans grew louder.

Her mind bounced from the feel on her face to the feel of Debby's succulent labia, rubbing against her own. Their juices mingled with each rub of Debby's pussy against her, and she could feel Debby's clit stiffening and labia swelling as she kept pace with Itzayana.

She began confidently thinking how she could pleasure them both, but despite just having one of the most intense orgasms of her life, Debby was building her towards another. She fought to focus on serving Itzayana with her tongue, but her own groans were making it difficult to concentrate. She knew she could not control her own tongue if Debby made her come first, robbing Itzayana of the climax she deserved.

She focused on the need to please them over her own pleasure but found herself in a twisted race to the finish line that she needed to lose. Unfortunately, Debby was pounding the accelerator with her cunt and Amber could not find the brake. She grunted into Itzayana's crotch, lunging her tongue to contact her clit.

"Oh, yes!" squealed Itzayana, rubbing faster and faster.

"Uh-hu, uh-hu, uh-huh," chanted Debby.

Both pussies sloshed with wetness, as they fucked Amber at blurring speed.

Itzayana's hands released her breasts, allowing an influx of blood. She could feel Itzayana and Debby leaning on one another. Amber knew they had to be close and there was no way they could hold the frenzied pace much longer. Then their screams muffled and she sensed them kissing as their orgasms hit. Itzayana seemed to be the winner as her juices flooded Amber's face, shortly followed by a rush of cum from Debby.

Suddenly, Itzayana rolled to the side and dropped onto the bed, freeing Amber's mouth as her screams echoed through the cabin. Amber came again and her groans mingled with Debby's, until Debby had reached her limit and rolled to Amber's other side on the bed.

They lay there for several minutes, panting, and once they were able to breathe freely again, Itzayana and Debby snuggled up to her, breathing and sharing a moment of contented calm, before they all passed out from alcohol and endorphin overload.

After replaying that memory, Amber was once again soaking wet and throbbing. Reflecting on how verything had changed so fast for her. Being raised in the Church, it all felt so sinful. As she grappled with that, she partly wondered how she had reached that conclusion in her mind.

Her parents had never judged anyone for being gay. Not that there were many people in their lives who were gay, but her mother's boss was, and they had invited him and his husband over for Christmas dinner more than once, without any judgement or controversy. The 'sin' of being gay had never been preached about in church. The message was always more about love and forgiveness.

They had had some discussions in youth meetings, but it really was a message of 'it's not our place to judge' and 'love everyone as we love ourselves'. Of course, she'd seen the few crazy fire-and-brimstone types over the years, but as she thought about it, she hadn't really been taught to think being gay was a sin. That feeling came more from outside comments and perceptions of the church that she let influence her thoughts.

After thinking it through, she felt a freeness about her sexuality and had alleviated her feelings of guilt. And with her mind liberated, she let her thoughts replay the vision of the two of them between her legs alternating tongues. The vision was remarkably clear in her head and her passions quickly stirred.

The intensity of her new desires and the relentless arousal was a shock to her and her mind turned to her morning shower. A devious thought came to mind, and she quickly returned to the shower. Under the warmth of the raining shower head from the ceiling, she gripped the detachable shower wand to wash her throbbing pussy. The tingling streams of warm water electrified her whole body.

She could almost feel their tongues, as she closed her eyes, rocking her hips as what felt like a hundred little tickles of her labia, had her moaning softly. "Oh yes, please don't stop," she whispered, while the tingling fingers of water stimulated her engorged pussy lips. She could hardly believe the unending arousal that had consumed her on the cruise.

Her hips rolled as the hundred tiny fingers tickled her needy pussy. "Please don't ever stop," she groaned, and continued her gyrations awash in the overwhelming tingle of the hundred little tickles. "Oh yes, it feels so good."

She braced herself, her arm extending against the shower wall, leaning her head forward, and letting the warm water from the rain head fall on her, as she moved the lever on the hand wand with her thumb to turn it to the pulse-massage setting. The concentrated pulse of water blasted her clit with a sudden force that shocked her at first, but quickly became manageable, firing her clit with warm, wet, rhythmic shots of pleasure.

"Oh yes, please don't stop. I want to come for you," squeaked Amber, as the image of their dueling tongues played in her head. "Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Huh! Huh! Huh..."

Her body spasmed in time with the hot blasts as she quickly came. "Oh God! Don't stop!" Amber trembled at the intensity of her climax, only minutes after such an amazing morning with her two lovers. She turned the jets away, unable to take them anymore.

Amber hung the wand back in its clip and cleaned herself up. She dressed, thinking of her morning and the insatiable passion that had taken hold of her. She put on her bikini. Looking at herself in the mirror, she brimmed with confidence and energy that made her feel invincible. She was sure Itzayana's eyes would be on her at lunch.

After collecting herself again, she looked at her phone and saw a text from Itzayana.

Itzayana: Meet at Café Caribbean?

Amber: Sounds great

Itzayana: Too cute!

Amber: On my way

Itzayana: See you soon Angel

When she arrived at the restaurant, Itzayana was in a floral bikini, with a wrap covering most of her lower body. Amber purposely wore only her thong, enjoying the eyes following her as she walked. She recalled the effort to try to get her sister Debbie to buy some slightly risqué bikinis for the cruise, and she had insisted on wraps for going to restaurants. Amber would not live with those kinds of restraints anymore. She proudly sat, exposed cheeks on the seat, facing Itzayana at a table for two.

Itzayana looked hypnotic, as usual, and Amber's eyes could not choose a focal point. They bounced from her captivating eyes to her beautiful tits bulging in the tiny bikini top.

Itzayana smiled at her, and leaned forward, taunting Amber with a confident grin.

"My angel makes me think devilish thoughts wearing that," she teased.

"And you in that!" said Amber, with a naughty eye pop.

"So, my angel, you liked your taste of Debby, was I right?"

Amber was a little stunned by her question for two reasons. First, her name. It still triggered her brain to think of sex with anyone sharing her sister's name, let alone having a raging orgasm while screaming that name. It was unsettling, to say the least.

Two, was the answer. It was a resounding yes and she was still in shock from the transition of thinking Itzayana could be her next great love, to Itzayana encouraging her to fuck others. The crude way of putting it was correct. She fucked Debby like an animal. The previous night was explained by her hurt feelings, but that morning-- a threesome in the shower, with Itzayana and Debby-- she had begged them for it.

"You should use this cruise to explore, my angel. I will always be your first, and just maybe, I could be your last..." Itzayana paused.

And Amber blushed. Her mind rushed with possibilities. It was too much to comprehend. Itzayana invoked so much emotion-- thinking clearly was not possible. Everything happened so fast and with such intensity, she could not keep up. From straight to burning lesbian romance, in less than a day; to raging animal threesome, a day later. Was she really talking monogamy? And just like that, the roller coaster plunged into a loop that turned it all upside down again.

"I must leave you alone again, this evening, my angel. I had committed the night with Missy again. A promise made last year..."

Amber tried her best not to let jealousy take hold but watching them kiss the night before had been a shock. There was passion in that kiss. As she struggled to control her emotions, she heard Itzayana continuing.

"...you could join us if you like..."

"It's okay, I have plans with my family after the show," Amber lied.

She wondered if this was an invitation to another threesome, and despite the amazing night and morning with Itzayana and Debby, she could not bring herself to think about dealing with the little slut from the dance floor.

They finished lunch, and then they said their goodbyes.

"Good luck with the show tonight, my angel, I will be watching. I will miss you tonight."

Amber took that as a confirmation; she would be spending the night with the slut. She held back a stinging retort, and said, "Thanks for a great morning," with a sense of truth and a bit of resentment. Then, she turned her mind to preparing for rehearsal.

During rehearsal, Amber was surprised to see Itzayana come midway through, with Debbie's groupies. The leader was a Black woman; she thought her name was Susan. Itzayana and Susan talked for a moment, then made their way to the stage, where Itzayana split off and stood in front of Amber, gazing up with her beautiful eyes.

When they rehearsed the KD Lang song, 'Constant Craving', Debbie stole the show with a display that made Amber proud. Debbie sang to the ebony beauty, gazing at her, and even dropped to her hands and knees. It was remarkable to see Debbie embrace the cruise ship mantra.

Amber was a little jealous that she had three hot women drooling for her. After it was done, Amber and Mark gave Debbie kudos, and Mark recited the phrase of the week, "What happens on the cruise ship..."

Then, she watched Debbie slip out and go backstage. Observing the interaction between Debbie, Susan, and her friends had stirred emotions in Amber. They were triggered by her unexpected attraction to a woman for the first time. Itzayana had given Amber a green light to try as many women as she could while on the cruise, and she found herself in a lustful fog, imagining sex with every attractive woman on board.

After watching the three gorgeous women practically throwing themselves at her sister, she felt jealous. To top it off, Debbie was not only oblivious to their beauty, but toying with them for attention. As she looked at Susan's dark skin contrasting against her white bikini, she tingled, observing one of the shapeliest bodies she'd ever seen.

She felt a remarkable rush of heat between her legs and was compelled to talk to her. She approached and awkwardly reached out a hand to shake.

"Susan, right?"

Susan took her hand and held onto it after two shakes, looking into Amber's eyes. Her grip was firm, but her hand had a softness that made it easy to hold onto.

"That's right, Amber, I'm glad you remember me," replied Susan, with a quiet confidence in her tone.

"How could I not, you're gorgeous." Her eyes scanned Lisa and Stephanie. "All of you. That was an amazing display. You pulled the stick out of my sister's ass, like I've never seen. I hope you're up for a repeat performance tonight.

"Lisa, and Stephanie, right?" she asked, with a nod and reluctantly released Susan's hand and shook theirs.

"Stephanie, hello!" yelled Lila, as they set up for rehearsal.

"Gotta go. Excuse me, Mad-- uh, Miss Susan."

"See you later, Stephanie," said Susan, as her eyes met Amber's again.

She extended her hand again, and Amber took it mindlessly, their eyes locked as if frozen mid-handshake for several seconds.

"You are as beautiful as your sister, Miss Amber," said Susan, not breaking eye contact.

"I'm not sure what you did to Dee to wake her up, but I never would have imagined her doing that. And it was all a show. I'm sorry she's such a tease, I, uh..."

Amber lost her train of thought. Susan's eyes, her lips and her presence, had Amber flustered, as she imagined kissing her. She could feel herself fading into a fog of lustful thoughts. The new awakening had her mind wondering with almost every woman she encountered, what they would feel, smell, and taste like.

Susan's shimmering black hair, full lips, piercing brown eyes and dark cocoa skin made her desire even more powerful. Amber held her hand and stared, entranced by her eyes.

"So, you're not a tease? How long do you have until you need to be here for the show," asked Susan, with a hungry grin.

Amber swallowed hard, feeling the electricity between them that made her instantly wet. "An hour and a half or so, but I--"

"Would you like to come to my quarters, and discuss this further?"

"I, ah, well..." stammered Amber, as her eyes panned Susan's body then returned to her eyes.

"Come, Amber, we would like to get to know you better. You seem like a woman of passion. I saw you with Itzayana the other night..."

Susan turned and started walking, pulling Amber gently before switching hands, to hold her hand as they walked.

"I understand from Debbie, that you both consider yourselves straight..."

As they walked out, the blonde, Lisa, took her other hand, and Amber accepted it and walked with them, swept up by the two beautiful, and up until then, unknown women. Susan stopped on the way out of the auditorium and whispered to an attractive red-haired crew member and Amber found herself eyeing her, too.

Amber walked with each hand enveloped in soft, feminine warmth. She could hardly believe she was going with them, but the tingling heat between her legs pushed her forward. After two days of dizzying sex, a dam had burst inside her, and there was no stopping the flood of sexual desire. As that analogy sank in, she realized there was a literal flood in her panties.

She walked, stealing glances at their bodies, but trying not to make it obvious. As they led her into the elevator, Susan released her hand and stepped back.

"It's okay to look, honey; drooling is the purest form of flattery," she teased, then rocked her hips, flipped her hair, and spun.

Her confidence and overt sexiness were captivating. Amber could not stop herself from taking advantage of her offer. She looked Susan up and down, breathing deeply and feeling her pussy flush with moist heat; her curves were captivating, her firm body highlighted by the tiny white bikini. Amber's eyes panned down her toned legs and back up to her beautiful face, framed by her dark shimmering hair. Her deep brown eyes widened as their eyes met. Her glossy full lips gleamed in the elevator light, as her hungry confident grin made Amber want to kiss her.

Susan reached out an arm and Lisa moved to her side, looking at Amber, longingly. The contrast between them was remarkable, reminding her of the ebony-and-ivory contrast of piano keys. Lisa was slender and pale white with a hint of a tan, sexy in her own way. She wore a red miniskirt and cropped tank-top. Her flat belly exposed a relatively large belly button, neither an innie nor an outie; she could not think of a description, maybe a 'flatty'.

She could hear herself panting, as she ogled these two mysterious women; she sensed, or at least hoped, she was about to fuck them before going on stage. She thought about Itzayana, but the tingling ache between her legs garnered her attention. Besides, her lover had told her the cruise was her chance to explore her new sexuality before considering a serious relationship. She wanted them, she wanted them both, and she wanted them immediately.

"You're not being a tease are you, Amber?" asked Susan, still oozing confidence.

"No ma'am, I want you... both, right now," panted Amber, shocked at her own boldness.

"Do you hear that, my pet?"

"Yes, Madam Susan. I'm getting wetter by the second."

Just then, the elevator doors opened and a group of five guys crowded in, separating Amber from them.

There was no doubt about their intentions, and she had offered herself on a platter to them. The sibling need to outdo her tease-of-a-sister, and the growing infatuation with women, had her feeling like a horny, panting slut-- and she liked it.

The elevator stopped, and doors opened.

"Come, my pets," said Susan confidently.

Lisa followed and Amber behind her.

Amber was fascinated by the power dynamic. It was obvious from her previous encounters with them that Susan was the queen and the rest were her court. It appeared Susan was assuming Amber would join her group of lady's maids, and as she gazed at her shape, she had no objections. The thought of seeing her naked... seeing them both naked, tasting them... tasting her first Black pussy, had her gushing with excitement.

They took her hands again, and the growing urgency quickened their pace. Once in the cabin, Amber found herself face to face with Susan, who slowly backed her against the wall; looking down into her eyes, she hovered inches from her face, the taller woman's eyes scanning Amber's face.

"I think I believe her, Miss Lisa," she said softly, and leaned in for a kiss.

Amber met her with open lips and probing tongue, whimpering as the African Queen pressed against her.

It was like a dream, all happening so fast, and a wave of tingling bliss rushed through her body, leaving Amber panting and trembling. She boldly slid her hands down, over the front of Susan's bikini, rubbing her heat through the fabric.

Susan broke the kiss, and moaned, "She means business, Miss Lisa. Huh!"

Amber's left hand moved to her firm, round ass and gripped a handful, as Susan reengaged the kiss. Amber groaned, marveling at her soft lips and the incredible feeling of her kiss. Wet heat oozed through Susan's bikini, as Amber rubbed her warm softness. She wanted to drop to her knees and taste her, but before she could, Susan pulled her lips away.

Susan pushed her by the shoulders into a chair, next to the door. "You are the slut sister, aren't you? Help me get these off, now that you got them soaking wet."

Susan pushed her legs between Amber's, and Amber spread them freely while she gripped the bottoms and pulled them down, revealing her well-trimmed black bush. She breathed in her scent, deepening her hunger for a taste of Black pussy.

Somewhere in the back of her mind was the withering voice of reason, telling her this wasn't right. But Susan's scent electrified her body, and that voice quickly faded, giving way to a carnal need to know.

As Susan stepped out of her bottoms, Amber held onto them, feeling the warmth and wetness, she was responsible for.

Susan pulled her head against her belly, hugging her as Amber planted gentle kisses, breathing in her powerful essence while her hands caressed her glorious ass.

"Such a good girl, Miss Amber," sighed Susan. "Lisa help her out of her clothes, please." Susan stepped back.

"Thank you, Madam Susan," replied Lisa.

Susan backed up and Lisa stepped forward, already naked. Amber reached out, gripping her petite, firm ass, eyeing her shaved pussy and tight little slit. She leaned in and began to kiss her belly just below her belly button.

"Patience, Amber. Let her undress you, while I explain the rules," said Susan calmly, as Lisa slipped her hands beneath Amber's armpits and stood her up.

Once again, Amber gazed into the hungry eyes of another woman she hoped to taste, letting her have her way undressing her. She was so happy that Debbie had spurned these two gorgeous women, leaving them for her to satisfy.

Lisa kissed her with a probing tongue, as Amber's panties flooded at the taste of another woman. She had never made out with more than one person in a day. She marveled that all four had a distinctive taste and feel, but all were a touch of heaven.

Soon, she felt the hands of Lisa pulling her tee up, and raised her arms, so Lisa could pull it up and off. Then her long, slender fingers removed her bra and gripped her breasts, kissing her again. Amber moaned, clinging to Susan's wet panties as Lisa rubbed her breasts.

"Stay focused, Miss Lisa, please," commanded Susan.

"Yes, Madam Susan," she replied, dropping to her knees and reaching behind Amber for the zipper of her denim skirt.

Amber stared at Susan, sitting on the bed, legs wide, revealing her glistening dark pussy spread open for her. She took the panties to her nose and breathed her in, almost oblivious to Lisa removing her boots to get her skirt and panties off.

"Good girl, Amber, worship my pussy like a little White cunt, you hungry slut."

Her body whirled with excitement from Susan's scent, overriding the shock of her words. She had to know how she tasted and needed to be out of her clothes so she could kneel and tongue that Black pussy. She stared, mouth agape, at her wet pussy with the hint of pink peeking out of her ebony folds.

"Can I please taste your pussy, Susan?" she pleaded, taking another deep sniff. "You smell so good."

"I like how you beg for it, Miss Amber, but there are rules if you want to serve my pussy. Let Lisa have your panties and sit for now, please."

Lisa had already dropped her skirt and had begun to take her panties down.

"Oh my, what a pretty manicured muff she has, Lisa."

"Yes, she does, Madam Susan. Can I please eat her soaked pussy?"

Amber was dazed by it all. The ebony beauty, taunting her, and the sexy blonde groupie asking to eat her out-- had her dripping and panting. But the way Susan was talking made her confused.

"Thank you for asking, Lisa, but not yet. I need you to show Amber what a White girl will do for Black cunt. You can touch yourself while you watch, Miss Amber, but if you are to become my latest cunt-whore, you may not come without permission."

Amber was stunned, but sat watching, as Lisa dropped to her hands and knees, facing Susan, and showing Amber her exposed pussy from behind.

"What's first rule when a White bitch enters my room, Miss Lisa?" Susan asked, looking Amber in the eyes.

"We take off all of our clothes, except our collars, Madam Susan, so you can have full access."

"That's correct. And who decides when you come, Miss Lisa?"

"You do, Madam Susan."

"Good girl. And what are you, Miss Lisa?"

"I'm an obedient White whore for Black cunt. Can I please make myself come for you, so I can taste your sweet pussy, Madam Susan?"

Amber's eyes darted from pussy to pussy, breathing heavily, stunned by what she had just heard.

"Do you choose to be here, Miss Lisa?"

Yes, Madam Susan. Can I please show you how much I love serving your pussy, Madam Susan?"

"Patience, please. The way Amber is staring at your pussy. You may not need to masturbate. Do you want to get on your hands and knees and make my whore come, Amber? It's the first step to becoming a servant to my Black cunt."

As she said the words, Susan had a rush of doubt that she'd overstepped, and was pushing Amber too far, too fast. But the thought of having sisters gave her such a rush of excitement...

Amber sat, staring at Lisa's exposed pussy, wanting nothing more than to taste her, but the way Susan had spoken to them scared her. She asked herself how she could have let it get this far-- sitting naked, following the commands of a stranger, who referred to them as cunt-whores.

She was still holding her panties to her face, and felt such a rush from the Black woman's scent, she nearly blurted out yes and dropped to her knees, but she held back, knowing that taking the next step would be crossing a line from which she may never pull back.

Her mind whirled with the thoughts of how badly she wanted them both, how badly she wanted to prove she was not a tease like her sister, and how badly she wanted to taste her first Black pussy. But to label herself a whore and give up control of her own body after discovering so many new desires-- she told herself that there was no way she would let someone tell her who and when she could fuck and when she could come. It didn't matter how curious she was, or how horny they had made her; she was on a ship full of other willing women. She made herself look away from Lisa's cute ass and beautifully shaved pussy.

She looked at Susan, with resolve in her eyes, to give herself one last look. She saw her perfectly trimmed muff hovering over her dark glistening labia, exposed for all to see, with the confident grin on her pretty face. With perfect skin, her body was fit and so sexily curved, she understood how Lisa could fall under her spell and kneel like a hungry puppy whining for dinner.

She looked at her full, round breasts and her large, dark areolas and wanted her so much. But her mind pulled her back. There are other Black women on the ship, and she was sure she could find a willing partner for the evening. It was all true and logical, but she still sat there, staring. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath to strengthen her resolve before she let her know she could not go that far.

"Maybe she is like her sister..." said Susan, taunting her again.

Amber froze in place, trembling in frustration, at the thought of being labeled a tease, like Debbie.

Susan was thankful, Amber's eyes were closed so she could not see the doubt that surely showed on her face, as she waited for the singer's response.

"I will gladly service you, Madam Susan," said Lisa, pleadingly.

Susan and Amber, each took another deep breath, daring the other to flinch during a moment of deafening silence...