[MFMF] [Group] Unexpected Cruise Adventure

**all names changed for sake of privacy**

Longtime lurker here without a whole lot of titillating personal experiences myself. But there was this one time…. Always wanted to share here, but never could be bothered to write it all down. I guess we can thank winter weather and airport delays for finally making this happen:

The story takes place during my final year of medical school. For those who aren’t familiar with the American Med School system, typically our first two years are classroom based, the third year consists of vigorous and brutal clinical rotations, and the fourth year, with the exception of a few mandatory rotations, is largely a choose-your-own-adventure story to allow students to prepare for their specific residencies. After getting ¾ of the way through med school, though, you can bet more than a few students use this renewed freedom to live a “normal” life for a bit again, whatever that means.

So it was with me and a few of my closer friends from school. And so, a few weeks before graduation, 5 of us decided to go on a cruise to Cancun. There was me (a reasonably fit but pretty average Caucasian human being in mostly every category possible), my friend John (a Korean gym rat who wasn’t very tall, but was pretty ripped in the muscle department), our friend Taylor (a short, thin white girl with short blonde hair), Sofia (a tall, gorgeous Japanese/Filipina girl), and Erica (a cute Ecuadorian with a tight little body herself). All of us were pretty experienced travelers, but had never done a cruise before. I don’t think we were really sure what to expect, but looking back we definitely made the most of it.

Couple friendship-dynamic things to clarify up front: Taylor and Sofia were dating at the time. Had been for most of med school actually. Taylor was self-proclaimed exclusively into the fairer sex, with Sofia traditionally preferring men but having fallen head-over-heels for Taylor. Sofia lived down the street from me, and Taylor essentially lived with her (though not officially). Erica lived in that same building, and as John and I studied at Sofia’s pretty often, we had spent a whole lot of time together over the past 4 years. This had included several modified “sleep-overs,” with the lot of us passing out on Sofia’s floor after a brutal rage-study session, or after a post-exam celebration, or just because. With the obvious exception of Taylor + Sofia, there really wasn’t any history amongst us otherwise. During the first year of school, I think there might’ve been some shades of something between Sofia and myself (heavy flirting, long talks on drives home from school, her recurrent bending over in front of me with me catching a glimpse of her thong…which may have been pure accident, but I have to think she knew she was showing it to me, and it never happened when other people were around. Who knows. Maybe someone with more experience can clarify if this means anything………I digress). The point is, we were pretty platonic friends overall. Erica had a long-distance BF in med school in Montana or Iowa or somewhere out there, but John and I were both as single as they come, and now temporarily relieved from the schedule of med school, looking to make up for some lost time.

So this cruise happened. 5 days in total. Not really my preferred method of travel, as it turns out, but we honestly had a blast. No exams. No patients. No alarms. Just a final hoorah with the buddies who had gotten one another to this point in our lives. The first 3 or so days mostly consisted of swimming, overeating, me + John + Taylor ogling the gorgeous scantily glad undergrads aboard with us (I should mention Taylor was absolutely one of the guys, and she had on several occasions in the past participated in multiple discussions on the merits of tits vs asses with me and John. Sofia was cool with it. Sometimes she’d chime in as well too).

It was the 3rd night when things got really interesting.

We had spent that day snorkelling and were all pretty spent. After a few hours on the deck slowly digesting our excessively large meals, Erica turned in to Skype her BF in the Midwest, leaving me + John + Sofia + Taylor. I should mention at this point that at no point in this story was alcohol involved, for no other reason than we were all up to our eyeballs in debt and alcohol wasn’t covered in the cruise price. Not to mention, for the most part, none of us were very big drinkers. Not teetotallers by any stretch, but I’d only ever seen John truly drunk just once, Taylor tipsy maybe twice, and that was about it. So as far as what happened next, I can only (retrospectively) chalk it up to the giddiness of a life-goal nearly completed, genuine comfort/security amongst a group of truly great friends, and 4 young and undeniably horny people in an atmosphere of swirling sexuality on a limited space in the middle of the ocean.

We moved from the deck to the hot tub at the fore of the ship. For the first time since we’d been on board, it was empty. So we got in. I don’t know exactly where the transition began, but somehow we got on the topic of bedroom things (like most adventurous place you’ve done it, favorite types of porn, most times you’ve made a girl cum in one session — I’m not ashamed to admit Taylor had both John and I beat on that one, with Sofia smiling her confirmation of that fact). I think it was John who eventually just outright asked what sex between Taylor and Sofia entailed.

At this point, my cock is hard as a rock. Again, 4 years of school and the majority of my sexual experiences during that time being vicarious ones through mostly obese and disease-ridden patients with less than flattering bits, I was completely on edge. My titillation only spiked further as Taylor flat-out discussed the strap-on that she used to fuck Sofia with Sofia providing commentary on just how perfect a cock this toy was and how good it felt inside of her. John and I had heard some faint moaning coming from the girls’ room across the hallway the night before while Erica was on the deck Skyping her BF. I asked. Taylor confirmed. They had the strap-on with them in the cabin and had been using it any chance they could get.

I looked at John and could tell he was past the point of no return by then. He asked if he could see it.

“The strap on?” Taylor asked, a bit caught off guard.

John nodded. You could see in his eyes he wasn’t kidding.

Taylor stammered a bit, obviously looking for some sort of excuse. But then Sofia, somewhat unexpectedly, spoke up. “Absolutely.”

I’m pretty sure both mine and John’s heart stopped. I looked at Taylor, who smiled back at me. I think at that point both of us knew this might be going somewhere.

So after discussing some logistics about the girls sneaking back into their room and retrieving the “tool” without raising Erica’s suspicions, we decided to meet in mine and John’s cabin in 15 minutes.

I don’t think John and I said a word to one another as we waited. I’m sure he was just as turned on as I was, but what was there to say? If nothing else, med students have pretty much mastered the art of delayed gratification. This was just another opportunity to exercise that muscle.

But, eventually, there was a knock on our door. I let Taylor and Sofia in, both of them still clad in their bikinis, both of them smirking conspicuously. Taylor sat down on the bed next to John. She had a small cross-body bag over her shoulder. Sofia sat down next to me.

“You sure you wanna see it?” Taylor smiled as she unzipped the bag. “It’s a pretty impressive cock. Probably’ll put the two of you to shame.”

I don’t remember saying anything. I’m sure our eyes said it all.

And so Taylor pulled the “tool” from the bag. It was, as she promised, impressive. At least 7 inches in length, girthy, and surprisingly realistic with a fleshy color and a set of actual balls.

I could feel Sofia giggling softly next to me.

“You put all of that inside of you?!” John was beside himself. He took the cock in his hand and flopped it around as he looked at Sofia.

Sofia bit her lip and nodded.

“Maybe if all cocks were like this one I wouldn’t have given up on your kind,” Taylor laughed and took the cock back. “Impressed?”

Now, I most definitely was impressed, and certainly aware enough to know that on a good day, maybe, I might hover somewhere around that same length but couldn’t possibly hope to rival the girth on that thing. And, again, there was not a drop of liquid courage in my system. But still, somehow, I found myself saying, “Ehh, not really,” knowing full well what door I was opening in doing so.

“Not really?!” Taylor feigned shock. “What? Yours is bigger?”

I smiled. Probably blushed. “Well I don’t know about bigger…”

And then Sofia took the plunge. “Show us then.”

As hard as my cock was at that moment, I was starting to think that maybe I wouldn’t completely be overshadowed by that tool in Taylor’s hand. I stood up, dizzy with a reckless horniness. “Really?” I said, knowing full well that whatever anyone said at that point my cock was coming out.

“Well it’s not like we can’t already see it anyway,” Taylor nodded at the tent I’d pitched in my shorts.

And so, with about as much grace as a gazelle on ice skates, I pulled off my trunks and let my own member spring free.

I’m not sure why I chose to gauge Taylor’s reaction first. I was abundantly aware that she had exactly zero interest in dicks. Still, she offered me a “not bad” arch of the eyebrows, which I appreciated. I looked down at Sofia, who seemed a bit more interested, but was consciously avoiding a flat-out staring contest with my cock. Then there was John, always the troll: “I thought white guys were supposed to be bigger.”

Sofia crossed her arms coyly. “Well let’s see yours then, John.”

John had been ready for this, and in half the time but double the awkwardness that I’d displayed a few moments before, he too was naked, cock reaching out to the world.

Taylor offered him the same “not bad” look of approval, and Sofia seemed at a loss as far as whose cock to gaze at. Turns out I was bigger than John, but honestly not by much. And though I wouldn’t have guessed it possible before, it looked like John may have been even more hard than I was.

“What do you think, Sof?” Taylor smirked. “Either of these hold a candle to Mustang?”

Sofia smiled. “I dunno. How about a side by side comparison?”

Sofia looked at the dildo and Taylor, reading her mind, tossed it across the room to her. Sofia caught it, then stood up and faced me head-on. She was pretty tall, only a few inches shorter than me (again, average white guy height), so I was pretty much looking directly at her face as she flipped the toy cock around and held it next to my real one. As I expected, “Mustang” edged me by about half an inch or so, and more or less clobbered me in circumference. But Sofia didn’t seem to mind.

“Wow,” she whispered, biting her lower lip again.

Now my cock has a bit of a bend to it. No peyronie’s by any means (and yes, I pretty much threw that in there for you fellow medical folks out there), but a bit of a tilt nonetheless. I guess Sofia was thinking (perhaps not unreasonably) that this curve was costing me a bit of length in the side-by-side comparison, so she grabbed my cock and held it straight out next to her toy. Sure enough, it added a few centimeters. “Almost,” she looked at me and smiled.

And that’s about the time that Sofia and I, two platonic friends for 4 years, realized that she was touching me in the most intimate of ways. I’m sure she blushed. I know I could feel the heat rushing from my chest to my face. And my cock. Of course my cock.

“Alright alright, break it up,” Taylor scoffed, then ripped the toy cock out of Sofia’s hands. “It’s John’s turn.”

Taylor then took it upon herself to perform a similar side-by-side comparison, albeit without the hands-on approach to John’s member. To no one’s surprise, he also came up a bit short, but I could tell that didn’t bother Sofia at all. Her eyes were feasting on him.

What followed was what must’ve been one of the most cripplingly awkward moments of my life: my best friend and I standing completely nude in front of our two friends who were dating each other…completely unprecedented territory with no one even remotely sure where to go from there.

Fortunately, John was there, and what John has always done best is ignore discomfort (he aced his gyn rotation). “Well, how about we see some skin now?”

It was so blunt, so graceless, so obvious, all the four of us could to was laugh. And that laughter, in itself, probably saved the rest of the night as far as us following through with whatever was about to happen. So, with a decidedly lightened mood in the room, and as the laughter slowly died down, Taylor stood up, walked over to her beautiful girlfriend, and removed her bikini top.

Sofia’s breasts were beautiful. They weren’t incredibly big (B cups is probably fair), but the shape and symmetry were just unbelievable. Not to mention the dark, quarter-sized and perfectly round nipples that were visibly hardened, and became even more so as Taylor gently ran her tongue over each of them.

I wanted to touch them so badly, and I must have made some sort of guttural, bestial noise that revealed as much, because Taylor turned away from Sofia’s tits and looked up at me, then over at John, then back up at Sofia with one of those encrypted smiles that couples who have been together for long enough can read without any sort of verbal cues. Sofia bit her lip and nodded, and Taylor stepped back, motioning for John and I to come closer.

That was basically all we needed. I followed my cock and took Sofia’s left tit in my hand, while John followed suit on the right. Breasts are breasts are breasts are breasts I guess, but when the breasts you’re holding, and eventually kissing, and then later sucking, are those of someone you never thought in a million years you’d ever see, much less touch, it’s an experience to say the least.

I’m not sure what John’s technique was on the right, but after a few minutes we definitely had Sofia in a fit. I could feel her press her chest deeper into my face, and her moans were loud enough that Taylor had to remind her to stay quiet so Erica didn’t hear us. After all, she thought we were still up on the deck.

Somewhere in there, Taylor must have removed Sofia’s bikini bottoms. I felt Sofia shift and had to bend lower to keep contact with her nipple. That’s when I saw Taylor, now topless herself, on her knees eating Sofia passionately. The moans intensified, and this time it was John reminding her to keep it down, but he immediately shut up after Sofia grabbed his cock and started pumping. My own cock aching for attention, I took Sofia’s hand from the back of Taylor’s head and guided it to my own cock. She started to jack me off as well, and if it wasn’t for Taylor intervening, I probably would’ve blown my load right there.

But, thank goodness, Taylor stood up and basically pushed Sofia back onto the bed. That was my first full glimpse of my friends naked body. Again, as I mentioned before, Sofia was a genuine breathtaker. Definitely one of the most classically beautiful women I’ve ever come across in my life, and everything she’d been hiding under her clothes all those years certainly didn’t disappoint. It was evident enough that Sofia was in shape, a faintly toned abdomen and shapely thighs that converged on a delicately trimmed patch of hair just above her pussy. I’m sure I bit my lip then too.

“Gorgeous, amiright??” Taylor winked at me.

I smiled and took in my first glimpse of Taylor’s revealed body. Empirically speaking, she wasn’t the classic beauty that her girlfriend was, but I guarantee there isn’t a guy out there who wouldn’t label her a looker as well. Her tits, too, were on the smaller side (roughly Bs), a bit less round with pink, puffy nipples that fit her slim fit frame perfectly.

“What ya think?” Taylor smiled as she used both hands to frame her breasts.

Without even giving her time to react, I took them in my hands and started sucking her nipples. It was a decidedly unsexy encounter, as Taylor mostly laughed and tried to push me away and complained about my beard. But I pressed on nevertheless until Taylor grabbed me by the balls and looked me in the eyes. “Want to watch me fuck Sof?”

That froze both John and I in our tracks. John stood back from Sofia. I stood back from Taylor. We watched as Taylor affixed the toy cock to her strap on harness and then, with a wink in either of our directions, guided Sofia onto her hands and knees and slid inside of her.

Again, at this point I must sound like a broken record, but I can’t even begin to describe what seeing two of your closest friends fuck each other is like in this setting. I think by now we had all realized that there must have been some deep-seated sexual tension floating amongst us over the years, and I was immediately overcome with how attracted I was to both of my friends…how attracted I had probably always been.

Jay and I just stood back and watched, the two of us stroking ourselves as we soaked it all in. By now the noises were well out of control, but I don’t think we cared. Sofia was in complete ecstasy as Taylor fucked her doggy style. But in between the moans, I could hear she was starting to say something: “in…my….mouth….my….mouth.”

That was all I needed. As quickly as I could (I love John, but this was one I was gonna take for myself), I climbed up onto the bed and maneuvered my back against the wall so my cock was right in front of Sofia’s flushed face. The moment she saw it, she took it in her hand and slid it into her mouth. Sofia had dated plenty of guys pre-Taylor, so I guess it should’ve been no surprise that she knew what she was doing, but I really don’t think I was prepared for the thorough and mind-boggingly soul-changing sucking she gave me on that bed. My whole cock was covered in her saliva as she slid it in and out of her mouth.

At some point, I made eye contact with John, who seemed throughly disheartened that it was me and not him receiving Sofia’s oral pleasure. I motioned with my eyes to Taylor, who was steadily pounding her girlfriend. John didn’t miss a beat. I watched as he untied the side strings of Taylor’s bikini and clumsily wriggled it out of the clenches of the harness thingy. Finally, it was off, and John’s hand disappeared behind Taylor’s ass. Now Taylor was moaning too, and I could feel my cock hardening even more as I watched John finger her. At one point, Taylor even reached back with her right hand and started stroking John’s cock for him.

I’m not sure how long we stayed in that set-up, but eventually John stepped away to retrieve the condoms he’d brought along (which had remained untouched until now). Taylor sat down next to Sofia to take a break, and Sofia rolled onto her back and smiled at me.

“Tay, I want to see you suck a cock.”

Taylor glared at Sofia. “Really?”

We’d all heard stories from Taylor about her one or two male relationships back in college, and about how definitely wrong all things male had been for her. I for one was under no false pretences that my cock would be any different to her than any of those previous few that had turned her off of men forever. But Sofia had that look in her eyes, and if there was one true weakness that Taylor had, it was Sofia.

“Alright, lemme see that thing,” Taylor rolled her eyes and summoned me over. With about as much passion as a woman lining up for her Pap smear, she grabbed my cock, rubbed it over a few times, spreading out the remnants of her girlfriend’s saliva, and tepidly introduced it to her mouth. It was immediately evident that Taylor did not enjoy having me in there, but we all heard Sofia gasp, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see her starting to play with her pussy. So Taylor pressed on, slowly building up speed and saliva and, for a moment there, actually gave a pretty incredible blown job.

But then John returned with the condoms and Taylor released my cock, gasping for air as if she’d just resurfaced from the depths of the Arctic. She shook her head. “No offense, man. Just not my thing,” then looked at Sofia who was grinning ear to ear as she continued to play with herself. “You better’ve enjoyed that. It’s not happening again.” Sofia laughed as Taylor lowered herself on top of her and started kissing her neck.

By now, John already had a condom on and was standing over Sofia and Taylor like a lost puppy. Again, not one to hold back, he loudly cleared his throat, halting the couple in their tracks.

What followed was another volley of wordless glances and cues among the three of them that, somehow, ended with a mutual understanding that John could put his cock in Sofia and Taylor would be okay with it.

And so he did, climbing first onto the bed then gently spreading Sofia’s legs before lowering himself into her as Taylor guided his swollen cock inside of her. The gasp Sofia let out was loud enough that, to this day, I’m sure Erica heard it across the hallway. But, again, at this point we didn’t care.

Taylor stood up next to me and the two of us basically just pleasured ourselves as John and Sofia went at it. It was quite the show, and John seemed to make a point to explore all the positions he knew, which we appreciated because it gave us multiple views of Sofia.

I could hear Taylor coming close next to me, and by then my own cock was aching for a pussy. I knew it was a bit of a long shot, especially given her aversion to sucking me just a few moments before, but that entire night to that point has essentially been a long shot and had worked out well enough so far. So I reached for one of John’s condoms, held it up, and cleared my throat. Taylor looked at me with one of those “are you serious?” Glares, and I pretty much just figured it was a no-go. But then Sofia started to moan deeper, calling out Taylor’s name, and I could see that she needed to cum.

It took me longer than what I’d wanted to get the condom on, but by the time I was ready, Taylor was already on the bed, on her back, kissing Sofia deeply, her legs spread wide waiting for me to enter her. And so I did.

She was incredibly tight–Probably a combination of her smaller frame and aversion to penis in general–and incredibly wet, though that was really no doing of my own. Taylor started to moan into Sofia’s face herself as I picked up my pace. Beside us, I could hear both John and Sofia nearing their climaxes, which pushed Taylor and I that much closer ourselves.

“Oh my god,” I moaned, reaching for Taylor’s tits as I pushed deeper.

The entire bed started to shudder as Sofia reached the edge, her fingernails baring into the flesh of Taylor’s arms. John, too, seemed to be panting more emphatically, his own muffled moans escaping between thrusts.

And then Sofia came, her cries of pleasure loud enough that the entire corridor must have known she was being pounded, never mind Erica across the hallway. Hearing her girlfriend orgasm so emphatically must have been enough for Taylor, and soon she too was crying out in ecstasy as Sofia muffled her screams with a deep kiss.

Somewhere in there, John must have finished as well. I don’t really remember when, but I do remember him collapsed on the floor, heaving in post-coital bliss.

Then it was my turn. Honestly, it didn’t take much. Just a few more thrusts as I watched these two gorgeous girls kissing beneath me, punctuated by what must have been one of the more absurd moments in my life when Taylor, my platonic lesbian friend of 4 years, whose vagina my penis was currently inside, looked up at me, smirked, and fist pounded me. That did me in. I came instantly.

The rest of the cruise, honestly, was pretty uneventful. We spent the next few days at the beach in Cancun, ate way too much food, played some card games, and eventually returned home. No one ever said anything to Erica, and Erica never said anything to us. I’m sure she had her suspicions, but doctors rarely hang their hat on suspicions alone, so I think we’re probably safe.

After the cruise, we returned home, graduated, and went our separate ways to residency. We all still keep in touch, some more than others, and none of us have ever really spoken about that night, but I’m pretty sure it’s one we’ll all remember for the rest of our lives, barring dementia.

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