CHAPTER FORTY-SIX:  

THE CRUISE, PART FOUR


	"My, but you're showing remarkable restraint, both 
here and on the observation deck," said Chris as she 
continued to undulate just below the surface of the 
jacuzzi.  Occasionally a glimpse of magnificence would 
appear for an instant and then vanish back into the 
bubbles.  "What do I have to do, throw myself at you?"
	Jonah smiled and began to pour the asti spumante.  
"Occupational habit, I suppose," he said.  "Manners and 
decorum where the guests are concerned...that's been 
drilled into me ever since I first signed on to a cruise 
ship.  I guess I just have to be absolutely sure about a 
guest's needs before taking action to avoid making any 
mistakes."
	"My needs should be obvious," Chris returned.  She 
arched her back so that her breasts broke the surface.  
The water running off their exquisite curves was joined 
by two thin white streams as she allowed her erect 
nipples to ooze a bit of milk by way of invitation.  
Jonah's training went out the porthole when he saw that.  
He barely had time to put down the glasses before 
jumping fully clothed into the jacuzzi, scooping Chris 
up and hungrily fastening his lips around one glistening 
nipple as she laughed her delight.  Finally! she 
thought.  Nothing like a dairy treat to bring them 
running...  She rewarded Jonah by sending a gush of 
sweet milk into his mouth, which he swallowed with a 
moan of pleasure.  Jonah awkwardly began removing 
clothing and flinging it with a splat against the wall.  
This was doubly difficult, first because the clothing 
was wet and heavy, and second because he was attempting 
to do it without removing his mouth from Chris's breast.  
His entry into her was fast and totally devoid of 
manners and decorum.  Their frantic fucking soon doubled 
the turbulence within the jacuzzi.
	It was over soon, much too soon for Chris's taste, 
but it had been spirited, and that was enough to create 
a pleasant afterglow.  Chris sipped her spumante, 
settled back against Jonah's muscled chest and listened 
to the panting in her ear slowly lessen.  Strange how it 
almost matches the rhythm of the engine noise, she 
thought.  Jonah is really in tune with the workings of 
this ship.  She realized that she was also breathing 
hard; she had forgotten how exhausting making love in a 
hot jacuzzi could be.  The cold liquid hitting her 
throat and exploding into fizz served to re-energize 
her.  Bubbles without, bubbles within, she said to 
herself.  Nice combination.  Speaking of 'within'...  
She gave Jonah, who was still inside her, a playful 
squeeze with her vaginal muscles and felt him re-harden 
in response.  He reached around the girl in his lap, 
vainly trying to contain a breast in each hand (there 
was far too much there for him to hold), and returned 
the squeeze, which this time sent twin jets of milk 
several feet over the edge of the jacuzzi.
	"Amazing," he said for the third or fourth time.  
"And you say you've never had a baby?"
	"No," she said.  She craned her neck to try to 
look at him.  "Does it bother you that I'm somewhat of a 
medical oddity?"
	"No!  No!  I don't consider you an 'oddity' at 
all.  I never realized how much more -- is 'feminine' 
still an acceptable word today? -- milky breasts are.  
They're doing what they were designed to do -- how can 
one not find sensuality in that?"
	Chris smiled, snuggled deep into his shoulder, and 
Kegeled him hard enough to elicit another deep moan.  
"I'm so glad you said that," she said.  "So many men are 
-- how shall I put this -- less than enthusiastic about 
my having milk.  Even after being this way for more than 
a year, I myself am still exploring new aspects of 
lactating."  As she said this, a new one entered her 
mind.  "Say, Jonah, can you turn off the bubbles for a 
minute?"
	"The switch is right here.  I'm sorry, are they 
getting to you?"
	"No, I just want to see something."
	The bubbles vanished.  The surface of the jacuzzi 
became calm.  She slid Jonah out of herself, moved 
around to the opposite side, facing him, and looked down 
at her breasts, most of which were below the water 
level.  They would be bobbing slightly if they weren't 
so firm.  She allowed herself to feel the hot water 
surrounding them, making them feel even heavier and 
larger.  She remembered reading how taking a hot bath 
was recommended for women who had trouble with 
engorgement, as it helps with letdown.  She released her 
mental control, and sure enough milk began pouring out 
of her.  She looked down to see what she had wondered 
might happen:  billowing white clouds of milk forming 
around her bosom as it jetted from her nipples and began 
dispersing in the water.  She looked further down into 
the water and saw clear tendrils drifting up from her 
pussy and realized that her pussy juice was also seeping 
out and mixing with the water, forming swirling patterns 
like those that form when sugar is allowed to slowly 
dissolve.  The roiling clouds of milk and nectar spread 
outward as Chris continued to pour herself forth.  This 
was another new post-Accident experience...and this one 
was having the same effect as all the others, making her 
horny again.  She wanted to add a new experience, right 
away...
	"Quick, darling, turn the bubbles back on!" she 
cried as she felt her level of arousal increase.  As 
soon as the jets sprang back to life, Chris straddled 
one, letting the full force of the jacuzzi strike her 
clit head on.  She thrilled to the feeling of the high 
pressure blasting across her clit, between her legs, and 
up the crack of her ass.  She came instantly, sending 
more milk and pussy juice into the water with a force 
rivaling that of the jets themselves.  When she was 
done, the water was foaming from all the protein that 
Chris had injected into it.  Jonah could only sit 
dumbfounded, realizing only vaguely that some of his 
semen had also just joined this unusual mixture.  He 
also felt very lightheaded.  As reason returned he 
realized that they had been in the jacuzzi for far 
longer than the recommended time; both he and Chris were 
risking heatstroke if they continued.
	They climbed out and began toweling each other 
off.  "Chris, we dock in Montego Bay tomorrow morning, 
and we ship out again the next day.  I wonder, if you 
haven't already made plans for tomorrow night, if you 
would like to join me for a very special kind of party."
	"A party sounds nice.  What makes it 'very 
special'?"
	"Well, it's rather hard to describe what usually 
goes on, but let us just say that one, games of chance 
are involved, and two, a woman of your particular 
talents would be a major center of attraction there."
	"Now just what kind of woman does that make me?" 
she said, letting a note of mock anger creep into her 
voice.  She was intrigued, but wanted to tease him a 
little.
	"When we're in port, several of us meet up with 
some interesting local people for a little gambling and 
a little entertainment not unlike what you've just 
demonstrated."
	"Some sort of kinky Caribbean-style orgy-slash-
poker party, is that what you're inviting me to?"
	"Not exactly, but that's not outside the realm of 
possibility.  Interested?"
	Maybe it was the residual thrill from the new 
experiences she'd just had that was making her crave 
another, or maybe it was just being in "vacation mode" 
that made Chris hesitate only a second or so before 
agreeing to meet Jonah at a certain time and place the 
next night.
	Later, in his cabin, as she felt both sleep and 
Jonah's arms encircle her, Chris wondered how it was 
that Jonah knew how agreeable she would be to a 
proposition that would put most women off almost 
immediately.  Are my pheromones that strong?  Or is he 
just that good?  thought Chris just before the lateness 
of the hour -- God, could it really be after four? -- 
finally overtook her.