Though the closed world of various institutions and orders is seemingly totally removed from day-to-day events as most people know them, such is not always the case.
The same desires, physical sensations aid everyday wants that affect us are also part of the makeup of some of today's established and respected institutions and professions. One has only to witness their increasing flight from cloister to hearth.
THE HOTTEST WIVES is the story of several such individuals. Perhaps the products of stringent upbringing, they seek a release, though not one which is manifest in a conventional form -- a cocktail party or weekend picnic or an evening at a movie. Instead, they pursue their most basic ambitions and desires, those of the flesh.
THE HOTTEST WIVES -- fiction, yes, but a story providing insight into some personality stereotypes we may know less of than we think.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Viola Marsh ran her hand along the front of his pants. Hard she thought, his cock is hard already!
She'd made a good choice. He was young, handsome, and from the bulge in the front of his pants, she guessed he had the biggest cock at the party.
He gulped when she gripped his prick. "What's the matter lover?" she grinned. "I didn't invite you over here for just conversation."
"Yeah, yeah, I know," he stammered. "But... what about your husband?"
"He's still next door at the party, isn't he?"
"Yes."
"He's drunker than shit, isn't he?"
"He looked that way, but..."
"No buts, honey little Viola wants some of that!" Deftly her fingers found the zipper of his fly and worked it down quickly. The throbbing length of his huge cock pushed the thin folds of his underpants out through the fly opening. Viola stroked the rigid tool with knowledgeable fingers. She knew how to torment a man in many ways -- by touch, by word, by manipulation of her body. He was breathing faster and she shivered with anticipation. Oh, she was going to give him a ride, all right -- she really was! She could feel her pussy begin to seep warm, moist fluid, soaking the thin silk of her panties.
"Finger me, too, baby!" she moaned. "Jesus, your husband..."
"Forget Albert!" Viola hissed. "You want, to fuck me or not?"
"Yeah," he panted, "hell, yes."
"Then get with it, dammit, or I'll go back to the party and find another cock." Her hand rubbed more tantalizingly over his prick, using the material of his shorts to taunt and rub the blood-engorged head to near-explosion.
His hand went higher along her thigh and his fingers found the dampness of her crotch. He wiggled his finger inside the leg band, dipping the tip into the juices of her warm, throbbing cunt.
"Ohhh, that's better, lover, that's a lot better! C'mon, let's go into the bedroom."
They moved quickly. Viola had him hot now, too hot to worry about the fact that her husband and his wife were right next door.
Viola undid the two buttons on the front of the dress she was wearing and, slowly undulating her body, she slid the garment down until it lay in a puddle around her feet. Her eyes were heavily lidded, smoky. She watched his face as she undressed.
"God, you're beautiful," he said, and wanted to add, for a forty year old woman, but held his tongue.
"You haven't seen it all yet."
She reached behind herself, unhooked her bra and pulled it away from her firm, white tits slowly, making sure that the aroused, berry-sized nipples were the last to meet his hot, hungry eyes. She dropped the bra on top of the dress and then raised her hands to cup the full, rich mounds, kneading them like a lover would. Finally, she dropped her fingers to her panties and slowly worked them down over her long, tapering legs until she was standing before him completely nude.
"Yeah, oh shit, yeah!" he gasped, tugging at his clothes with trembling fingers. He'd never stepped out on his wife before, but then he'd never had a beautiful cunt and a gorgeous set of huge tits thrown in his face like this before.
His eyes roamed over her well-tanned body to the fleecy, light hair framing the wet, pink folds of her cunt. She was something else, all right.
Viola reveled in his lustful gaze for a long moment, then she stepped over to the king-sized bed and lay down. She spread her legs wide in an erotic, inviting position, exposing to his eyes the full, wet, pulsing opening of her cunt. She rotated her hips, arching them up and lowering them again.
"Aren't you going to get naked, lover?" she asked in a husky voice.
"What?" He looked down. He still had his shorts on. They looked like a white tent over his cock. "Oh, yeah."
He yanked his shorts down to expose his rigid meat.
"Beautiful! So big and hard!" Viola stared at it, moistening her lips with her tongue, as if she were already tasting the juice dripping from his cockhead.
He moved to the bed and dropped between her thighs. He was about to plunge his dick into her cunt, when Viola suddenly scooched upward and pushed down on his shoulders. "No, no, baby, not yet!"
"What ya mean?" he gasped.
"I mean I want some cunt-sucking first."
"But... but I want to fuck you, Viola!"
"Bullshit! When a man fucks me, he fucks me my way. NOW EAT ME!"
"OH, NO, VIOLA! NO!"
The voice boomed through the room from the doorway. The young man jumped to his feet in fright as Viola opened her eyes and sat up.
"Oh, shit," she hissed. "Albert, you fucking asshole!"
Jewell Maxwell looked at her watch. It read about a quarter to five. In fifteen minutes she would be able to leave. Around her, people were beginning to slowly put their things away. Typewriters were being covered, pencils put into drawers. A lot of the girls went in to put on fresh makeup. The men were straightening tot and reaching for jackets. Everybody was getting lined up, waiting for the gun to go off.
At five minutes to five, Jewell decided to give herself an edge. She got up, put on her coat and left. The girl at the reception desk asked her sarcastically why she was leaving so early. Jewell had always thought she was a cunt, and didn't exactly try and hide it.
"Because I've got a hot date to get fucked tonight, and I want to beat the rush of straights and squares trying to get home to their simpering wives and slobbering babies."
The receptionist went white. "Well, I never...!"
"I'll bet you haven't," Jewell smiled. "In fact, if you ever lost it, it's probably grown back."
She turned on her heel and ran smack into her boss.
"Ms. Maxwell," her boss said, "you may be one of the best secretaries in the office, but this is too much. You're fired!"
"Just because I told that cunt off?"
"Good Lord, Ms. Maxwell, your language is straight out of the gutter!"
"The hell it is," Jewell replied. "It's straight out of the men's john. I hear it every day through the air duct."
The boss' face suddenly got very red. "You may pick up your check Monday morning."
"You can stick my check up your ass Monday morning," Jewell said, and turned away.
"You should," Jewell said from the office door. "With me gone, there's gonna be a lot of horny cocks around this office. Even a fat pig like you could get laid?"
Pam Jones heard her husband lurch through the kitchen door. He drunk again, she thought, and it's only six-thirty!
"I'm home, baby!"
"I heard. Ken, please don't... that hurts!" He'd crept up behind her and thrown his arms around her to cup and tug at her tits. She felt his hand cock mash into the cease of her ass through her thin summer dress.
God, what an animal he is, she thought. But I can't help but love him!
"I want some, baby," Kenny cooed in her ear as he rubbed his hardening dick up and down her butt crack.
"Kenny, please... I'm trying to fix dinner?"
"And I'm trying to fuck my wife! Doesn't that tell you something?"
It sure does. Pam thought, it tells me that your girl friend was out of town and your secretary would not put out for you at the office!
Pam and Kenny had been married for five tears. And for three years Pam had known that her husband was fucking every girl who would spread for him. The only time he wanted her was when he couldn't get anyone else.
And she still loved him.
Twice she had been on the verge of leaving him. But she had stayed. Pam was afraid of the big, bad world. Kenny was security. And security was better than a faithful husband.
One time Pam had exploded when Kenny had propositioned one of her best friends at a party. Kenny had calmly explained that the woman's husband wanted to fuck Pam, so he -- Kenny -- thought he might as well fuck the guy's wife.
Pam was shocked when her husband was so open and blase about swapping her off to another man.
Kenny shrugged. "You oughtta try it, baby. You might like it."
Pam didn't try it. She found out later that Kenny had screwed the woman, and had brought his secretary along for her husband.
Still Pam hadn't left him.
"C'mon, baby, ol' Daddy Kenny wants a little of Pam's pussy!"
And I want your cock, Pam thought, but not now, not this way! The only reason you want me is because no one fucked you at the office today!
She turned in his arms and buried her head into his shoulder. She started crying.
"Hey, baby, what's wrong?"
"I want you so bad," she sobbed. "I want you, too. So let's do it!"
"No, no, no!"
But his hands were working on her body. Bile could feel hot, twitching sensations deep with in her belly, and her cuntal lips were secreting droplets of juice, moistening her panties. She clenched her thighs together, trying to fight the exciting jolts that were racing through her pussy. Her nipples hardened. She tried to will her body to stop, but her need was too much. And his cock was too close, too exciting.
Lenny continued to stoke her shoulder, letting his hand slide slowly and lightly along the length of her arm, knowing that the motion was having an electric effect on her. She had stopped crying not, although her face was still buried against his chest and her hands still clutched his shirt. He sensed a quickening of her breath under his caress. He brought his hand up, sliding it along her back, down, down almost to the curve of her ass.
His hand dipped under her circa, trailing hot paths along the bare skin of her flat stomach, moving higher to touch her tits, cupping first one.
She turned her body slightly more toward him, pressing herself to him. And then her head lifted, her eyes squeezed lightly shut, her lips parting wetly.
Stop, stop him! Pam's mind screamed. Tell him to go to hell, to go fuck one of his whores!
But her body was screaming for his cock.
Kenny ground his lips onto hers, completely engulfing her mouth with his, fucking his tongue forward to slip past her teeth and into her mouth. Pinwheels of lust flashed in Pam's eyes at the physical impact of his kiss.
Her hand lifted to encircle his neck, press his head tightly, molding their mouths together.
His hand was pushing her bra up now, touching the hot flesh of her naked tit, touching the hard bud of her nipple, pinching it painfully between his thumb and forefinger. His tongue sawed in and out of her mouth, and she made tiny, excited mewling sounds of pleasure deep un her throat.
His fingers went to the band of her panties, swiftly moving inside, pushing the flimsy material down, his fingertips touching the first curling strands of her soft, downy cunt fleece. But he didn't stop there. He let his hand slide still lower, his middle finger extended, until it came in sudden contact with the warm, damp furrow of her cunt.
Pam's body jackknifed against him with the electric contact of his touch on her naked pussy. Her whole body began to vibrate violently and she began to moan.
From somewhere far, far back in her mind, the warning voice began to speak again. No, this is wrong, this is all wrong! I'm not some whore to be used, I'm not merely a receptacle for his cum juice! I still love him, dammit, no matter what he's done, but I don't want to be used. STOP HIM!
But she didn't stop him. She couldn't stop him. Shit was incapable of pulling away from him. She loved his touch on her cunt. She loved his tongue in her mouth. Oh, God, she couldn't stop it now at all. It was too late.
Kenny dipped his middle finger into the wet, trembling slit of her burning cunt, teasing the hardened button of her clit, playing with it, reveling in the feel of her pussy and the vibrating of her firm young body.
"Baby," he whispered in his soft voice, taking his mouth from hers briefly. "Baby, I want you. I want to fuck you. I need to fuck you, baby."
"Oh yes, yes, Kenny darling, and I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me just as much as you need it. Fuck me, Kenny, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK MEEEEEE!"
Chapter Two
Albert moved aside as the young man sprinted past him and out of the room. He stood, staring at his beautiful, naked wife lying on the bed -- their bed. Her recent arousal was evident by the amount of juice oozing from her gaping cuntal lips.
"Why, Viola? How could you, right in our own house... our own bed?"
"Because I wanted to get fucked, Albert. And now you scared the poor boy off. You'll just have to take his place!"
Albert was filled with mixed emotions. He was angry and hurt. He had to control himself so that he just didn't rant and rave like a lunatic. His wife -- his beautiful Viola -- fucking another man, taking the cock of a stranger into her cunt, begging to be fucked as though she was nothing more than a common whore!
No, no, he had to stop thinking that way. Albert had to control himself.
He looked at her with contempt in his eyes. He didn't speak, but walked with righteous indignation into the kitchen for a brandy and water, and then returned with the drink to his chair woes from her.
Albert knew she fucked other men. But he'd never actually seen her do it. "Don't you feel anything Viola?"
"Yeah... horny! Now, you asshole, if you don't want to fuck me, I'll go next door and find another cock!"
Thrown off guard by his wife's sudden, vicious attack, Albert half-rose from the chair. "Viola... please, oh..."
"Don't please Viola me, you bastard! You think just because you're a man you can go screw anything in skirts and I can't return the favor? Well, I've got equal rights, and by God, I have equal feelings as well!"
"Is that why you let him fuck you? You know I don't screw around."
Viola smiled. "You should."
He crossed to her, sitting down beside her on the bed and taking one of her tightly closed fists and opening her hand to entwine with his. "It's all right, sweetheart. I understand. I love you and I don't want this to break us up. We have too much going for us." He put his other arm around her shoulder and drew her to his chest.
Jesus, what a nurd he is! Viola thought. But she needed a fuck.
She snuggled to him, a new arousal beginning to spread though her body. Slowly, she felt the sexual fires begin to spark to life again, after having been so thoroughly dampened by her husband. As her lust grew, she wanted Albert more and more, wanted his body lunging at her, wanted his cock plummeting into the depths of her pussy.
She withdrew her hand and dropped it to his pants. She began to rub around his fly, dipping lower until it was on his crotch.
"Let's fuck!" Her hand rose to his belt buckle. She took the belt strap and undid his pants. With the zipper pulled down she dipped her hand inside, rummaging around with grasping fingers. Her hand found the shaft of his dick. Blood pounded through the shaft to fill his cock to bursting.
Albert's hips started to churn and he began to breathe raggedly. "Oh Christ!" he groaned. "I don't believe it!"
"You want me to, don't you?"
"Oh yes, Viola, yes, I do!" He ground his lips to hers and slid his tongue deep within her mouth.
She pulled his prick out and threw herself over him, forcing him down on the bed. Her body jerked with the spasmodic rhythm of fucking. Slip groaned and wriggled onto his cock, her pink slit spreading wide to swallow his throbbing dick.
Then hot hand was suddenly between their bodies, her grip fins on his cock. As he spoke she drew his shift harder against her, so that sit felt every ridge and vein against her skin.
"I want to feel it in my mouth!"
"God, yes, suck it, Viola," Albert moaned.
She pawed long enough to under him throwing clothes in a heap onto the floor. Met eyes never left his prick, feasting hungrily on the tbrobbing shaft. A weird inner light seemed to shine through her eyes. She stared at his purplish, mushrooming cockhead and staff as though it were a mesmerizing snake urging her to come closer.
Then she knelt between his splayed thighs, cupping his bloated sac of balls with her hand. She licked her lips, almost drooling with the desire to kiss the cum which had begun to seep from the tip of his meat.
She dipped her head, her long hair cascading over his belly, brushing around his sensitive cock.
Her lips rubbed the moist head, savoring the contact. Then her tongue lashed out, touching the smooth, rubbery tip, lapping the sticky cum. Viola's whole body trembled. She sighed with pleasure. She opened her mouth wide and accepted his cock deep in the soft, wet folds of her cheeks. She began to suck, pulling on the prick with a suction that sent pure delight racing through Albert's cock.
It was so rare that Viola wanted to fuck him, really fuck him, that it made Albert forget that she had just given her huge, magnificent tits and tight pussy to another man.
He wrapped his hands in his wife's hair and drew her head down farther, the sensitive underside of his shaft sliding along her tongue like butter.
"Suck it, baby, suck it!" he panted, raising his legs. "You feel wonderful, sweetheart, wonderful!" He flexed his buttocks and began to jerk his meat in and out of her face.
Viola moved her hands all over his cock and balls, massaging them tenderly, then using her thumb and forefinger to beat the thick base of his cock to further excitement. She sucked up and down, her tongue swirling around his rod, the tip flicking across its throbbing head.
Albert looked down, enthralled by her undulating ass cheeks as they waved in the air. He was going to come -- soon. Already the rhythmic tattoo of her tongue and fingers was driving his balls crazy, boiling his cum. He took one hand and parted her hair across his belly and watched, fascinated, as she sawed back and forth, up and down, an his prick. Her pink lips contrasted with the blood-colored shaft that pumped into bet, her mouth clasping tightly around him as he pulled, and then turning inward as he lunged forward again.
"Oh, sweetheart, let up, please let up! I'll come if you don't, and I want to fuck you! I wait to shoot inside your cunt, not in your mouth. Not this time! Oh, please, let me fuck you!"
Slowly, Viola released her frenzied hold on his cock. She wanted him inside her, too. She lifted her head and wiped away the thin strand of cum still attached to his prick.
"Take it, sweetheart!" Albert whispered hoarsely. "Grab my prick and shove it in that beautiful, sweet cunt of yours!" He reached for bet, stroking her shoulders with fevered hands. "Do it now, sweetheart!"
Viola raised herself on all fours over him, with her knees on either side of his hips. She dipped her finger between them and encircled his hardened, aching cock. She teased its shaft with her thumb and forefinger, making him squirm and moan. She moved forward, spreading her legs and thighs as she crawled over him. Then she guided his prick to her desire-drenched cunt, rubbing its bulbous head, still dripping with the saliva from her mouth, over her fleshy cunt lips. Her pussy hole opened, and his cock sliced through her flesh as she fucked it up and down the furrow of her cunt.
"You like that, you asshole?" she groaned.
"Uhhhhhh!" came the strangled answer, and then Albert jerked upwards. His hips drove his meat into the smooth flesh of her unquenchable pussy.
Her thighs shoved to meet his dick, impaling her cunt full on him, sending his thrusting cock deep to the back of her juicy cunt-hole.
"Oh, oh, oh, it's good, so good," Albert cried. "I love you, Viola, I love you!"
"Shut up, Albert. SHUT UP AND JUST FUCK... FUCK MY HOT CUNT!"
Albert plunged again, then withdrew far enough to make his thick, shaft rub the insides of her pussy. Then in and out be stroked. Her satin soft ass pumped in matching tempo to his fucking, her cunt rotating madly over his dick.
"HARDER, DAMMIT!" she screamed. "POUND THE CUM OUT OF MY PUSSY!"
Albert tried, slamming his prick still harder and deeper into her cunt until her cervix seemed battered out of shape. Her moist sheath clamored for more, clasping his cock ruthlessly. She humped over him, tossing her head in ecstasy, spreading her thighs ever wider so she could grovel on his rod as her belly churned with her impending come.
"I'm going to make it, baby! I'm going to come!" he shouted beneath her. "Oh, sweetheart, don't stop... fuck me, fuck me!"
Viola gurgled her agreement, lowering her head to kiss his neck and bathe his ear with her tongue. And then she dipped her tongue into his mouth, burying the words deep in his throat as she continued to milk his thundering dick with her dilated pussy. She was almost there -- so close -- and she wanted to feel their cam juices mingling together in the fiery furnace of her cunt.
The pace of his pistoning cock increased as he writhed on the sheets. His toes curled and his hands on her ass forced her dawn. He plunged and lunged inside her eager, straining cunt, their wetness making loud slurping noises as he pile-drove into her thirsty pussy.
"Oh, oh, OH!" Viola chanted, raising her body, arching her back and gripping the headboard to grind downward with more pressure.
Albert gazed at his wife's dancing tits they heaved and jiggled. Her nipples hardened and expanded from the heat of her passion. He ground harder and deeper into the tender meat of her pussy and watched her features contort with passion as her orgasm began. She became an animal, and then she cried out and convulsed, her mouth wide and her tongue lolling.
"Aaaaaaaarrggghhh!" she howled, and warm spurts of cunt juice secreted all around Albert's cock, the slick fluid washing the mammoth shaft and trickling down between his legs.
Her thighs and pubic hair became sopped with her cunt juice and Albert, in turn, sensed his sticky cum boiling up from his nuts to race the length of his prick. He jerked and lurched upwards convulsively, his breath coming in gasps, and then the tidal wave of cum shot into every crease of her wildly sucking cunt.
It was a never-ending torrent of jism that caused cries of pleasure to erupt from both of them. Viola's belly quivered with the violent spasms of his orgasm as he emptied his scalding juice into her until the white cum gushed out from her clasping cunt lips to join the pool of her pussy juice on the bed.
He fell backwards, spent, and she toppled on him, relaxed to a point of lethargy. Her legs went limp and her tits ached. She felt his turgid cock deflate with exhaustion, yet she didn't move, wanting to swallow it in her heaving pussy.
"Was it good, sweetheart?" Albert moaned, a pleading look in his pathetic eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, honey, it was fine," Voila rolled from his body and absently tickled her clit with her fingertips, knowing that Albert was done for the night.
She wondered if the young man was still next door.
"Sweetheart?"
"Yeah?"
"My vacation starts next week," he sighed.
"Wouldn't it be nice if the two of us went away together... on a cruise or something?"
"A cruise...? You mean, on a boat?"
"Sure." Albert wiled to an elbow and looked down at her beautiful face with adoring eyes. "Just the two of us."
A cruiser, Viola thought, with ships officers and young single studs, and hot husbands looking for action on vacation!
"Yeah, Albert, maybe that would be fun."
Jewell Maxwell left the office wondering what the hell she was going to do without a job, but deep down not really giving a shit. On the street, she ran for an uptown bus and squeezed past two guys who patted her not-so-directly on the ass.
"Nice," one of them breathed.
"Asshole," Jewell hissed, and boarded the bus.
Bastards, she thought, if I'd worn a tighter sweater they would have been too busy looking at my tits to pinch my ass!
In her apartment, she quickly undressed and popped into the shower. Her date was due in an hour. His name was Ned Harding. He was a boring, no-talent frump, but he had a huge dick and he knew how to use it.
She stood quietly in the shower, trying to wash away all the aggravations and hassles of the last eight hours. Working for a living was fun at times, but usually it was a pain in the ass.
Without her job, Jewell wondered how she would meet men.
The water pounded against her huge, rounded breasts. It formed little waterfalls as it collected at her erect nipples and spiraled off.
The water, combined with the anticipation of Ned's big cock, started turning her on. She rubbed her hands up her legs, past her heavily furred cunt, up to her tits. She hefted the heavy globes and smiled, remembering what some guy had said once.
Jesus, Jewell, you're one fuck machine! A hundred and twenty pounds of sex... and twenty of it's hangin' on your chest in twin packages!
He'd been a good fuck, too. She couldn't remember his name. Jewell rarely remembered the last one's name after she had moved on to a new one.
She took a lot of time drying her body, and even more time dressing. Maybe Ned would be early. She wanted a quick fuck before dinner.
She timed it just right. She was still in her bra and panties when the bell rang.
"Hi."
"Jesus... what if somebody was behind me in the hall, Jewell!"
"Slut. C'mon in!" What an asshole he is, she thought. Not a bad guy, really, but she could never look at him with serious eyes. In bed he was good, at least when he managed not to talk. Out of bed, he was a free dinner before a good fuck.
Jewell led him into the bedroom, turned, and kissed him. She rammed her tongue into his mouth and moved one hand down to find his cock. The other she used to guide his hand to her cunt.
She had barely squeezed his dick before it became hard.
"Do you know that's the nicest thing about you, Ned? You've always got a hard-on. C'mon, get undressed. Let's fuck!"
As soon as he was naked, Jewell dropped to her knees and began to fondle his balls as she licked the head of his prick.
"Oh, darling," Ned moaned, "you're wonderful. You're the only girl that ever did this for me!"
Jesus, Jewell mused, filling her face with his enormous cock, what kind of nuns has this asshole been going out with?
He played with her long, silky hair as she slowly licked the throbbing veins on the sides of his erect dick. Then she opened her mouth wide and slowly slipped his cock between her lips, over her tongue, and deep into her throat.
She felt calm now. She hoped he would keep his mouth shut while she sucked him off. She had the only part of him that aroused her -- his cock. It was a beauty and Jewell, as usual, found it irresistible.
All day she had been thinking about it and now that it was here, so near, so easy, she hungrily took advantage of it. Her head moved forward and backward on the big dick, licking it and sucking it. Ned's eyes closed and he groaned as she nibbled on his meat. Then she took heir mouth and away and looked up at him.
"Fuck me now... quick!"
"I want to taste you a little bit first Jewell... please?"
Please? Jesus, does he have to ask! I don't care what he does as long as I get a come out of it!
"Yeah, Ned, do that... suck my ant a little!" She managed her pussy and made its pink lips gape open as she waited for him on the bed.
"Oh God, you're so beautiful, Jewell!" He bent and ran his hands up and down the wet slit of her cunt. Slowly his head lowered until the wafting musk from her excited pussy filled his nostrils. He paused, enjoying it.
Jewell couldn't wait. She grabbed his ears and jammed his face into her syrupy cunt. "SUCK IT, DAMMIT!"
His tongue rammed into her cunt. She panted as it moved rapidly in and out and around and around in circles. She pulled his head harder against her until his nose mashed her clit and his tongue and chin were immersed in her hole. Then she made him face-fuck her.
"More, more!" she panted. "ALL YOUR TONGUE!"
Ned gave her all his tongue as Jewell reached beneath her and filled her asshole with three fingers. He licked and sucked and groaned for breath.
At last she came, then pulled him by the ears up aver her heaving body. "Now fuck me! Cock-fuck me and make me come some more!"
"I love you, Jewell."
"Yeah. Now FUCK ME!"
She guided his thick cock into her waiting fuckhole and went wild under him. She raised her legs high above his shoulders and clasped her ankles around his neck. Closing her eyes, she caressed her ankles around his neck. Closing her eyes, she caressed his upper arms and shoulders as he humped her. He moved his big cock in and out of her cunt with a steady, grinding rhythm. Then gradually he picked up speed and strove to put force behind his thrusts.
Jewell gasped for breath and had another orgasm, her fingernails digging intd his arms as her head flailed wildly on the pillow.
Then Ned began to really drive deep and hard into her. Their bodies slapped together as he felt his balls go numb.
"I... I think I'm gonna come, Jewell, honey!"
"Don't you dare, you bastard!" she squealed. "Not until I get another one!"
She could feel herself climbing higher and higher, beginning to writhe with sensation as he whipped his big cock in and out of her pussy. She moaned and went rigid, head to toe, as she felt his giant dick ram into her. With only a faint awareness of what she was doing, she lifted her ass off the bed and shoved the soft meat of her cunt over his plunging cock.
"Yes, oh yes, LIKE THAT!" he wailed. "FUCK ME BACK LIKE THAT!"
Jesus, he was big! Right now he felt even bigger! She kept her eyes closed tightly, her mouth sucking in air, her tongue licking frantically at her dry lips as she felt him drive into her. Deeper and deeper he went between the snug, slippery walls of her pussy, until finally he touched bottom.
In a wild outburst of passion, she wrapped her arms and legs around him. She lay that way beneath him for a long moment, enjoying the heavy pulse beat of his big prick as she nibbled the sensitive head with the inner lips of her cunt.
"Jesssss," Ned wailed. "Give me your cunt, Jewell! Give me a good fuck with your beautiful cunt!"
If he wanted a good fuck, she would give him one, she told herself. She began humping with him, thrashing about on the bed beneath him, meeting him thrust for thrust as he slapped his hairy belly down against hers.
The man did not live who could take much of that kind of pummeling, and in that respect Ned was normal. He was very quickly on the verge of shooting. He made a desperate effort to hold back, but Jewell was determined. She kept fucking his cock until she felt the white-hot cum thread its way through the length of his cock and then shoot into her belly. With the first blast, Jewell's come started.
She quivered and shook and crooned deep in her throat. With her eyes still tightly shut and her mind empties of everything but fucking, she was aware only of the sensation of relief that surged through her tingling body in molten waves. For the time that he stayed in her, Ned was merely an instrument of necessity something that could not bring her complete fulfillment, but merely the return to a state of physical balance.
"Was I good to you, honey!" Ned crooned. "Did my cock bring you off good?"
"Yeah. Let's go eat," Jewell replied. "Fucking always makes me hungry."
Chapter Three
Pam's ass trembled. She could no longer deny herself her husband's beautiful dick. Her clitoris was ripping and sopping wet from lust. She felt his big cock dancing along her flesh. The lining of her cunt dripped and her muscles softened. His throbbing prickhead poised at the entrance to her pussy-hole.
Kenny scored a direct hit.
He went in like a bull, ramming her so hard that his balls banged against her raised ass.
"Oh!" she cried. "You're hurting me!"
He buried his cock into the depths of her pussy, using such force, hurting her so, that Pam thrust her ass up, meeting his downward attack. Once he was completely inside her. Kenny rested for a second. Something itched her a bit and she realized it was the coarse stringy hairs that grew along his cock.
He rose and the hair scratched and Pam yelled. He rammed her even deeper this time, and cream spurted from her cunt, leaking out to dampen and lubricate his fuck-tool.
Ken lunged like a swordsman, filling up her pussy with his meat. Pam couldn't stand it. Her belly heaved and she tightened her ass, calling upon the muscles to knot and writhe so that she surged up, hammering at his dick with her pussy.
"Baby, I am fucking you. I'm giving you what you need. I'm giving you cock, baby, real man-cock!"
"Ohhhh, Kenny, you're so big and hard!" She squeezed her eyes shut. "OH, KENNY, YOU'RE MAKING ME COME!"
"Me, too!"
Only a fraction of a minute was left before he spurted his juice, so Ken knew he had to make the most of it. Pam hugged him and wrapped her long, beautiful legs around his waist. Her movements became swift and his excitement reached a peak.
He blasted his cum, dropping a load inside her pussy that made her shiver with joy. Her come was equally swift, and she twisted her ass violently as his jism gushed into her belly.
But he wasn't through.
He rolled her over onto her stomach and took her from the rear, parting the cheeks of her lush ass, sliding his still-erect prick into her asshole.
Pam choked. Her eyes bulged. It felt like a rod of hot steel was in there, searing her insides.
"Christ, stop! STOP! You're killing me! STOP! IT HURTS LIKE FUCKING HELL!"
Pam continued to scream as he rammed every inch of his huge dick up her ass. The enormous hunk of meat was pressed hard against her clit. She hoped he would soon come.
"STOP! Oh, God, it's not worth the pain! STOP!"
"Fuck me back, baby! FUCK ME BACK AND TAKE MY PRICK!" Kenny was panting from his exertions. He was now doing everything -- running the full length of his dick in and out of her ass, rubbing her mammoth tits, and squeezing his own balls. "Talk to me, baby," he hissed. "Tell me how good my dick is!"
"Oh, God, come, Ken! Come and get it over with!"
"TALK! Tell me! Tell me what it feels like! What's it feel like to have this big cock of mine going into your asshole, honey?" He thrust forward with all his strength, burying his rubbery cock in her bowels.
"It's good!" she cried. "I... I almost feel like I'm coming! I can feel it clear up inside me, cramming me clear full! Fuck my ass with it... go ahead, pour your cock to me!"
Her hips were responding now, returning Kenny's thrusts with even more powerful ones of her own. Kenny began moving his ass in slow, rolling circles, around and around, as he staggered the force of his lunges, sending his big dick inside her just halfway on one stroke and to the hilt on the next.
And then it really did get to her. She really was going to come. Suddenly she loved the sound of her husband's heavy breathing. She loved the thud of his balls beating a hard rhythm on her cunt. She imagined the sound was like jungle drums. The feeling of his hard prick ramming in and out of her ass made his young wife's heart beat until she thought it would explode in her throat.
"OOOHHHHHHHH! Give it to me, darling! GIVE IT TO MEEEEE!"
Her writhing hips began jerking to counter his every firm thrust. She ground her clit over her finger every time he sunk his blood-engorged cock to the depths of her frantically hot asshole.
Then Pam knew she could hold back no longer. Her body was ready to explode. Her nerves were as taut as a circus high wire. She could feel a tidal wave roaring over her.
"NOW, KEN! OH, GOD, NOW! PLEASE... NOOOOOWWWWW!"
Kenny had been restraining himself with an iron will. His balls were so inflated he thought the skin would rupture. The anxious chant escaping from his wife's throat in a series of moans made, the demanding ache inside his body soar.
"AAAIIIEEE! I'M COOMMMINNNGGG!" Pam screamed at the top of her lungs, squeezing her ass tightly around Kenny's dick and holding onto the bed sheets for dear life as shock wave after shock wave rocked her body.
Then she felt his prick expand inside her and begin spurting his boiling cum into her ass. It splashed against the tormented walls of her rectum and seared her bowels. His bucking body ground her tits into the bed relentlessly, as his balls pumped their scalding juices into her.
Kenny felt Pam's ass expand and contract as his body erupted. He grunted and gasped, his lungs aching for air as his body continued bucking against her tender flesh. Finally, his muscles went lax and he collapsed on top of her.
They both panted, filling their aching lungs as their bodies gradually relaxed from the intense tautness of sexual excitement. Pam had never felt so completely satiated and pleased with herself in her life.
He really does love to fuck me, she thought. And he'll love it even more when we're all alone on a ship -- just the two of us, for three weeks!
She could hardly wait, and she hoped that Ken wouldn't mind when he found out that he wouldn't be spending his vacation in a big city. Ken loved big cities. He could sneak away from his wife and fuck his brains out with young single girls.
Pam was pretty sure there wouldn't be many young single girls on the cruise. It was too expensive.
She hadn't thought about married girls.
In the taxi on the way to the restaurant, Ned slid his hand under Jewell's skirt and played with her pussy. Jewell didn't mind. Let him have his fun. She didn't mind, that is, until she saw the cab driver leering at them in the rearview mirror.
She clamped her legs over Ned's hand and stuck her tongue out at the driver for the rest of the trip. She didn't like taxi drivers -- or any man she considered beneath her. They repulsed her. Ned was bad enough, but at least he was clean. That was the way her mind worked.
The cab finally pulled up in front of the restaurant. While waiting for Ned to pay off the driver, Jewell wandered over to the window of the travel agency next door. A huge poster read: Buy romance on the high seas! Sail to the Caribbean and find love and adventure!
Jewell wondered if love and adventure meant fucking. From the pictures, it looked like it. Fifteen hundred dollars was a lot of money, but well spent if she met the right men.
She had five hundred. Where could she raise another thousand?
The restaurant was crowded. It was a little place that was relatively inexpensive, but the quality of the food was excellent. They had drinks before dinner, and Ned slipped his hand under the table and onto her thigh. He quickly moved it under her skirt just long enough to give her cunt a little pinch.
"Ned, I never thought you'd stoop to thievery like that."
"It's because I love you so much," he grinned.
"You do?" Jewell wondered how much.
The waiter was a big, handsome Greek. She had heard that Greeks liked to fuck up the ass. She wondered if he had a big cock and how it would feel up here.
They were both hungry but they ate slowly. Normally, Ned would have gulped his food down so he could hustle her back to the apartment and fuck her. But since she had fucked him before dinner, his belly was now more important than his cock.
"Did you have a good day, Ned?"
"Oh, fair," he said as the waiter brought coffee. "I had a meeting with the group head, and you know what a bore that can be. I almost fell asleep I'm beginning work on a new commercial at the end of the week."
"What one is it?"
"I don't actually know. It's a big secret for some reason. Probably some vile dog food or something."
"But you make a lot of money, don't you, Ned?"
"How much do you love me, Ned?"
"A lot."
"A thousand dollars worth?" she asked.
"A thousand dollars?"
"I need it for a trip I'm taking... a cruise. It would just be a loan."
He avoided looking in her eyes. "Jesus, Jewell... a thousand dollars..."
She stood. "Goodbye, Ned."
"Hey, wait a minute! Where are you going?"
"I think I know someone who will loan me a thousand dollars."
"But I thought we'd go back to your apartment," he said.
"Will you loan me the thousand?"
"I can spare five hundred."
"Pay the bill, Ned, and let's go," Jewell said, and leaned close to his ear. "So I can take you home and fuck your balls off!"
They hailed a taxi and headed for Jewell's apartment. In reality, Ned didn't want to spend the money, but he did want to fuck Jewell. He had no choice.
"Tell me more about this trip," he said, leaning closer to her in the back of the cab. "Where does it go?"
"Oh, I really don't know yet. Cruises visit a lot of places, you know. They island hop."
"Yeah. I know. Expensive?"
"No, not really. You can sleep on the boat I think."
"That might be handy. I mean, insofar as it saves money."
It was difficult for Jewell to continue making small talk. Ned was very good, at it. He always talked small. Fortunately for her, and probably a lot of other people as well, he was infinitely better with his cock.
As they entered her apartment, Jewell checked her watch. It was nine-thirty. If she could get Ned fucked and out of her place by eleven she would still have time to visit Mavis. Jewell was pretty sure she could get the other five-hundred from Mavis.
She stood over the chair where Ned had collapsed and bent down and kissed him, darting her tongue into his mouth. Now she could control him. He responded to her tongue by reaching up and unbuttoning her sweater. Her tits rose and fell in her lacy bra. He unhooked it, letting her big tits fall gently onto her chest.
"You like my tits, don't you, Ned?"
"I love 'em!"
"Then suck!" She bent forward and filled his mouth with End of one huge tit.
Ned sucked and filled his hand with her other tit. He felt the nipple harden in his mouth. He rubbed her stomach as his hand went up under her skirt. Then he rubbed her legs until he reached her cunt.
Jewell pulled away from him, slipped off her sweater and skirt, then placed his hand back on her cunt.
"Do you want to fuck now, Ned?"
"Yeah," he gasped, almost dejectedly.
"What's the matter?"
"I dunno," he shrugged. "It's just... well, Jesus, Jewell, you're just so matter-of-fact about it. It's like you're almost bored with it."
She smiled. "Ned, honey, I'm never bored with cock and fucking. C'mon!" She took him by the hand and led him to her bedroom. At the doorway she turned and kissed him. Her tongue rammed into his mouth as she pressed her cunt mound against his cock.
"The bed," she moaned. "Let's get on the bed!" Ned moved in beside her and fondled her tits as she stoked his prick. "Want me to suck them some more, Jewell?"
"Jesus, Ned, why don't you just do what you want to?" Shit, she thought, men! She hoped he would hurry. Maivis would be glad to see her -- so glad that Jewell would probably get a lot of good comes and five-hundred out of her.
Ned leaned over and again began to suck on her erect nipples. Jewell began to pant and mash her tits against his face. At the same time she tugged at his cock until his body turned and his fuck-pole was against her cheek.
She rubbed his thighs and flicked at his balls with the tip of her tongue. He closed his eyes while she stabbed at the head of his prick with her tongue, causing him to groan with passion. She took the bulbous head and put it into her mouth, sucking hard on the fleshy meat. Her head bobbed up and down as Ned started moving his hips, fucking her face.
"Can you take more?" he groaned. "Can you take it all?"
Her head nodded on his prick. He thrust, shooting his hips up, forcing his cock as far into her mouth as it would go.
Jewell took it willingly and sucked harder as he took her head in his hands and pressed it downward, impaling her on his meat.
He fucked her face with several furious jabs and, just before he came, he lifted her up.
"Want a cunt-fuck now?" he gasped.
Jewell smiled. It was all right now. He could even take his time. She was hot. "I love your cock. I want it all over me, in every part of me!"
He moved her around and let his finger explore her ass-crack while he kissed her stomach and then the insides of her thighs. He took his tongue and ran it up and down the length of her cunt as she moaned and moved her head slowly from side to side.
He crushed his mouth against her pussy, trying to suck up every sweet drop of her cunt juice. Ned wanted to make her reach a climax by taking her clitoris between his teeth and holding it tightly as he ran his tongue tip around and around her cunt.
At last he plunged his tongue deep into the flesh of her pussy.
"Yeeeeaaah, suck! Suck my cunt, Ned, honey!"
He held her tightly to him and felt her warm body as it undulated beneath his. Her soft belly and cunt ground against his prick until it throbbed with hardness.
"Oh, honey," she moaned. "Baby, baby, I need your dick so bad!"
Suddenly she pulled his head from between her thighs and kissed his cunt-juice wet face.
"I love your cock, but your tongue is almost as good! Now fuck me! Please, Ned, fuck inc now! I'm so hot I can't stand it! Please, FUCK ME!"
Her words made his balls expand and contract. Everything about this beautiful girl was exciting she was so free, so natural, so completely uninhibited.
Maybe she really did like him, Ned thought, maybe.
He moved her trembling thighs apart and positioned himself above her. He held his quaking prick in his hand and guided it slowly toward her wet cunt. Her downy pubic hair tickled the swollen head of his meat and made his balls tinge with desire. Mashing the huge cock against her clit, he began massaging her eager, hot pussy.
"Ohhh, baby!" Jewell gasped with delight when he mashed her quivering meat beneath the hardness of his erect dick. "Ohhhh, please, please, I can't stand it! FUCK ME!"
"Want me to eat you a little more first?"
Jesus Christ, what an asshole.
"Fuck me, I said!" she panted, pulling on his cock until the swollen, inflated head popped inside the opening to her hot cunt.
Ned couldn't remember coming across such an aggressive, hot cunt in his life. She was the answer to his dream of a really passionate woman. He braced his knees and jerked his hips to send his throbbing prick ramming into her boiling pussy.
"Aaaarrrggghhhh!" Jewell grunted, gritting her teeth with the blunt penetration of her hungry pussy. She had forgotten how huge his prick was. The walls of her cunt seemed to expand far beyond their limits. It felt for a moment as though he were ripping her insides apart. The pain swept through her, searing every nerve ending and making her body tremble violently.
The tightness of her cunt made Ned groan as he lunged his surging prick inside her steaming hole. The walls of her cunt seemed to grab the tight skin covering his dick until it actually hurt. But what a sweet pain. Relentlessly, he thrust into her willing body until he felt his balls slap against the firm cheeks of her ass.
Her body felt completely stuffed with his pulsating meat. She could feel the veins along the shaft gouging small channels into the sensitive walls of her pussy as he drove in and out, in and out, in and out.
She came in a flash, not once, but twice, and Ned followed close behind her.
"Oh, that was good," he smiled. "Was it good for you?"
"It's the best fuck I've ever had," she lied, and slipped from the bed. "I've got to shower now, Ned. Just leave a check on the bed, will you?"
"A check?"
"The loan," she replied. "For my trip!"
"Oh, yeah... sure," he said, and reached for the checkbook in his jacket pocket.
Chapter Four
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the bad penny turning up!"
"You don't really mean that, Mavis," Jewell quipped, pushing the door open and walking past the big, blowsy blonde and into her apartment.
"What makes you think I don't?"
Jewell turned, giving the older woman a strong profile of her jutting tits. "Because you wouldn't want me to go back downstairs and pop into the sack with that little redhead who gave me the eye in the lobby?"
"That cunt?" Mavis whined. "I know her. She's a lousy fuck."
"I'm not, Mavis," Jewell said, squeezing her arms against the sides of her tits to accent her cleavage in the low-cut blouse.
"Jesus, you got beautiful tits. Whatta ya want, Jewell?"
"Some fucking, darling," Jewell replied. "The same as you."
"How's your boy friend?"
"If you mean the one I left you for, Mavis, he's long gone. The latest one is fine."
"So little Jewell has had some nice fucks?"
"Little Jewell has had a lot of nice fucks, but that doesn't mean I haven't missed you, Mavis!"
"You mean that?" Mavis asked.
"Of course. I'm here, aren't I?"
"What do you want? You must want something!" Mavis was having a hard time keeping her eyes off Jewell's cleavage. The kid had the greatest pair of tits she'd ever sucked on.
"We'll talk about that later, Mavis. Do you want some or not?"
Mavis took two steps and engulfed the younger girl in her arms. The body was warm, soft, yielding, sexy. Just the way she remembered it.
They kissed, long and hard. Then they began undressing each other. By the time both of them were naked, they were both panting and their cunts were running with hot juice.
"You're a cunt, you know that, Jewell?" Mavis sighed. "You're a real cunt!"
"I know it," Jewell replied. "And that's what you love about me."
They embraced again, their tongues meeting and their firm tits crushing together, nipple to nipple. Pubic hair met pubic hair as their wet pussies ground together.
"Ohhh, you bitch," Mavis whined. "C'mon, let's go into the bedroom!" She pulled Jewell into the room and stopped by the bed. "Come here!" She opened her arms wide.
Jewell fell against her. She cupped her tits thrust them at the other woman. "Kiss 'em, Mavis! They ache, they want to be kissed so much!"
Mavis ran her big hands over Jewell, digging her strong fingers into the muscles of her back. She ducked her head and took a nipple between strong teeth. She teased it back and forth while Jewell trembled and shook. Then Mavis laved the nipple with her tongue.
Finally she came up for air. "Let's get on the bed, doll, where we can work in comfort!"
"No! Right here! Do it right here!" Jewell cried, burying her fingers in Mavis' short hair. She crammed the nipple back into the woman's mouth. Then she locked her legs around one of her thick thighs. They sank slowly, dreamily, to the carpeted floor.
"Suck my cunt, Mavis! Suck my cunt juice until my pussy's dry!" Jewell begged.
"God," Mavis growled, "you were always the best, the hottest of the hot!"
"Suck ME! NOW!"
"Soon, baby, soon," the older woman said, wanting it to last.
Jewell's hips were already in frantic motion, driving her cunt in blind need against Mavis. She pressed her fevered flesh as close as she could get to Mavis.
"Oh! Oh! Do it, Mavis, hold me tight, tighter!" Jewell rolled her hips wildly. She beat on the floor with her bare heels. "Oh, yes! Do it like that again, Mavis!"
"Then hold still, dammit! Doll, I can't, if you're going to..."
"Oh, oh, ohhhh, Mavis!" Jewell's head arched back until her hair was sweeping the carpet. Her writhing body bridged in a high arc against Mavis' broad hips. "Oh, dammit, Mavis, hurry! Clit-fuck me or suck me! DO SOMETHING!"
"I'll do something, baby," Mavis moaned. She reached beneath the bed and produced a huge rubber prick, jet black and fitted with a leather harness designed to tit around cock-less loins. "It's still damp," she said. "I used it on myself before you got here."
Jewell smiled. "Pound me with it, Mavis darling! Fuck my brains out with it. It'll be just like the old days!"
Mavis strapped it around her wide hips, adjusting it so that the rubber dick stood up at the proper angle from her belly. She twanged the head a few times, watching it bounce, and then, satisfied that it was properly fitted, she advanced on Jewell. Jewell lay back, raised her knees, and Mavis knelt between them. Taking the prick in hand, she guided it to the entrance of the young girl's cunt.
"Ready, baby?"
"You know I'm always ready, you old cunt. Now FUCK ME!" Jewell wailed.
Mavis braced herself and shoved the huge rubber cock up Jewell's hole. It made a loud squishing sound. The woman put the dildo up her young friend to the hilt, so that their bellies slapped together. Jewell threw her knees up and locked her thighs around Mavis' hips. They began false-fucking at a furious pace, rocking back and forth on the floor and moaning in unison.
The thick black dick ran in and out, in and out, with wet sucking sounds. It was so big that, when it withdrew, it turned Jewell's trim little cunt inside out, pulling the pink lips out and then, plunging in, forced the tender meat right back up inside her hole.
Mavis had obviously forgiven Jewell now, for she threw her arms around the girl's neck and kissed her passionately while they push-pulled together.
Reaching down, Jewell began fingering Mavis' asshole with one hand. Her other hand cupped the woman's fat tits. Mavis hooked both hands under Jewell's ass and hauled the girl up to meet her plunging strokes. They moved faster and faster, moaning and whimpering, and the dildo, as it emerged, began to glisten with cunt juice.
Jewell was flowing steadily, and the long black dick was soon streaked with cream, while a spray of foamy juice was forced from her hole each time the massive rubber tool pushed up her tight cunt.
She was gasping, and Mavis was grunting, both girls' exclamations synchronized with the dildo thrusts.
The force of those lusty strokes caused Jewell to slide along the floor. Mavis had to seize her more firmly by the ass in order to keep her from slipping away. As her climax approached, Jewell's little gasps quickened in sequence.
Suddenly Jewell arched her back, throwing her head back and tilting her cunt upwards. Mavis put the rubber cock fiercely to her and Jewell cried out with the delights of orgasm as her well-fucked cunt overflowed around the tightly stuffed dick and sprayed Mavis' thrusting cunt and straining thighs.
Mavis drew the dildo out, clutching the shaft in her hand and pulling it against the lubricated suction of the young girl's cunt. It popped free, heavily coated with cunt juice.
"Suck it," she said. She hadn't had an orgasm yet, and was still crazed with, lust. She held the rubber dick to Jewell's face. "Lick it and suck it, now! Lap your own pussy juice off this big, black prick!"
Jewell raised her head and found the head of the dick pressed against her lips. She smiled, quite willing, and slowly let her lips part so that the huge cock head slid into her mouth. She sucked lazily at first, doing it to please Mavis. Her desires were sated for the moment, but soon she began to get a taste for it as she swallowed her creamy cum and began sucking more vigorously. She bobbed her head forward, running a considerable length of the black rod into her mouth and relishing the second-hand cunt juice.
"Mmmmm," she purred. "I do taste good..."
Mavis was half mad with passion by this time.
She began clawing at her cunt with one hand, but still held the dildo by the roots in the other.
"Oh, it must be wonderful to be a man and have a big prick," she groaned. "Ohbh, I wish I really had a cock so you could suck it for me!"
The woman stopped rubbing her pussy and concentrated on her fantasy of getting a blow job, pretending that the hard rubber dick was truly part of her flesh. She grabbed Jewell by the hair and began sliding the young girl's head back and forth on the big cock, obviously having been on the receiving end of such treatment many times and knowing just how a frantic man reacted to such an occasion. Her belly flashed back and forth as she fed the dick into Jewell's head.
So great was the power of Mavis' imagination that, untouched and neglected, her cunt began to cream. The dark lips unfurled and streams of thick pussy juice ran down her taut thighs and dripped from her cunt, splashing onto Jewell's stiff-tipped tits.
Inspired by feeling the woman's creamy juice coating her flesh, Jewell went suck-crazy on the black dildo, jamming her head forward so hard that she gagged. Her throat was stuffed and, her imagination every bit the equal of Mavis' her cunt began to fill with cream again.
Together, linked by the rubber cock, the two sex-mad girls trembled through a mutual climax. Again Jewell fell back, exhausted.
Mavis dropped beside her the dildo, immune to the effects of orgasm, remained firm, upright and ready for more. Mavis, looking very happy, dipped a finger in Jewell's cunt and brought it to her lips, licking the cunt-honey casually.
"God, cocksucking is fun," Jewell gurgled. "Even with a rubber dick!"
"Getting a rubber dick sucked is fun, too," Mavis said, swiping up another two fingers of cunt juice and sucking her fingers.
"Now, about that other thing," Jewell said. "What other thing?" Mavis replied, concentrating on dipping the juice from her cunt and licking it from her fingers.
"Five hundred dollars," Jewell said.
"Jesus, honey, five hundred dollars? That's ten tricks!"
"Only a night's work for you, Mavis. I need it badly... I really do."
"You'll sign an I.O.U.? Pay me back?"
"You know I will," Jewell lied. "Now do you want me to suck your pussy?"
"You're damn right I do," Mavis replied, lifting her wet cunt toward Jewell's parted lips and darting tongue.
"Good. Right after you write a check."
Ken Jones was mixing a martini. His hands were shaking. He couldn't believe the last four days, the change that had taken place in his wife. Pam wanted to fuck him every night, the second he got in the door.
And the fucking! It was all new, all different. She sucked his cock. And she begged him with words she had never used before.
He was loving it, of course, but it was wearing him down. It was hard to fuck your wife every night when you were also fucking your girl friend every morning and your secretary every noon.
Something had to give.
Now, tonight, she had grabbed his pants during the T.V. news. She begged him to whip out his dick and fuck her head with it. He'd come four times already that day, but his wife was so fucking sexy that he had gotten another hard-on.
He didn't dare fuck again. Ken was afraid that his dick might fall off.
His heart hammered violently in his chest, and he was aware that his prick was granite-hard in his pants, that it was seeping hot droplets of cum. But he had to compose himself, find a way to calm Pam down.
Her voice whispered huskily behind him. "Ken, lover?"
He turned, gathering his courage to say no. But when he saw her, the words froze in his throat. His mouth hinged open, and his eyes seemed to bulge out of their sockets.
She stood before him completely nude.
She had unhooked her halter and stepped out of her brief shorts. The articles of clothing made a puddle of color on the bare floor at her feet. She stood with her legs spread wide apart, her head and shoulders pulled back her hands knuckled provocatively on her bronzed hips.
She was smiling at him with her mouth parted, her teeth slightly bared, the tip of her wet, pink tongue showing. The wet, hair-lined lips of her pussy were presented to his eyes, waiting for a huge, plunging dick to stab into her. The black triangular bush of her pubic triangle glistened in the light. Her high, perfectly round tits jutted out like twin mountain peaks, waiting to be sucked. Her legs, so long and slender, were moist with the flowing juices of her cuntal mouth.
"Well, lover?" she cooed. "Do you like what you see?"
"Pam, honey," he choked, "what's gotten into you lately?"
"It's what hasn't gotten into me enough, Ken darling... your cock."
"But, Jesus, you've changed! Used to be, you'd..."
"Forget used to be, Ken. This is now. This is my cunt, crying for your cock!"
Ken couldn't say anything else. He could only stare at her, at her loveliness, at her completely wanton pose. His cock began its maddening pulsations again in his pants.
Slowly, slowly, Pam lifted her hands and began to slide her palms up and down along her sides from the outer swells of her tits to her cunt. Then she cupped her tits, kneading them lightly, pushing them out toward him. Then her hands were stroking her belly, moving down ever so slowly until her nails were just touching the fleece of her pubic triangle. She held that pose for a long moment.
"Don't you want to fuck me, darling? Don't you want to fuck your beautiful wife?"
"Yes... but..."
Her hands began to move again, the fingertips dipping lower through her pubic hair, toward the glistening pink slit between her legs.
When she reached it, she placed the thumb and forefinger of her left hand on either side of the glistening lips and spread them apart, revealing the trembling bud of her erect clit. With her right forefinger she traced down, until the tip came in contact with it. She began to stroke it, titillating it back and forth, round and round, sending more rivulets of her cunt juice trailing down her thighs. And while she stroked her clit, rubbing her finger along the gaping slit, she began to talk to him again.
"I want to fuck you, Ken darling. I want to fuck you like we've never fucked before, I want to put my finger in your asshole while you're fucking me. I want you to do the same to me. And afterward, I want to suck your big cock, suck it until I milk you dry and then I'll lick your asshole. I'll put my tongue in it until I make you hard again. I want you to kiss my pussy, I want your tongue where my finger is now, licking and biting and kissing my clit, I want..."
"Jesus Christ, honey, STOP!"
"What's the matter, darling?"
"Pam, of course I want to fuck you," he lied. "But I'm tired -- beat."
"Then, what I think we both need is a vacation. Just the two of us, away from it all. A cruise, for instance."
A cruise, Ken thought, just the two of them. No girl friend. No secretary. Just one cunt he had to fuck.
"I think that's a good idea, honey," he sighed.
"Good. I've already got the tickets."
Chapter Five
The ship was a jumble of confusion. People were everywhere. For every person leaving, there were three others bon-voyaging them with champagne.
Jewell mounted the gangplank with wide eyes and high hopes. She would enjoy the cruise. She would island-hop and, hopefully, she would bed-hop.
To Jewell's joy there were men everywhere. She needed men, needed to meet them, love them, dump them. It was true that usually she didn't stay with them long enough to really get to know them. If they were lucky she fucked them. That was the way she knew most of the men in her life -- through their cocks. It was a somewhat elemental approach, a little callous, but she didn't care.
That morning on the way to the ship, Jewell felt at peace with herself -- totally relaxed. It was because she had spent the evening and most of the night fucking -- first Ned, for the last time, and then Mavis -- also for the last time.
She'd never see them again. She hoped they would think that her pussy had been worth five hundred dollars, because she never intended paying them back a dime.
She had left Mavis in the wee hours of the morning and returned to her own bed. As she lay in bed, her body still alive with the feel of Mavis' tongue, she thought about the coming cruise.
Her thoughts were full of long, fat tongues, each one driving up her cunt, each one licking her pussy out. And then she thought of the cocks -- the big beautiful cocks ramming her cunt, her asshole, her mouth.
Ah, yes, it was going tote a beautiful cruise!
Suddenly she was bumped from behind and neatly crashed into the woman in front, of her. Hands, strong hands, grasped and held her steady.
"I'm terribly sorry," he said.
"Oh, that's all right," Jewell replied, studying his body, trying to gauge the size of his cock by the bulge in his pants.
"It was clumsy of me."
"I'm fine." Jewell noticed the wedding ring on his hand. A shame, she thought, he's cute and he's got a nice body.
"I'm Kenny Jones. Are you taking the cruise?"
"Yes. Jewell Maxwell. How do you do?"
"I'll do a lot better if you have a drink with me later."
"Oh?" Jewell smiled. "You wife isn't with you this trip?"
"Yes! She certainly is!"
Jewell turned to see a tall, very beautiful woman with tits as large as hers and cornsilk hair piled high on her head.
"Mrs. Jones?"
"Pam Jones. You're already met my husband, I see. I think you can take your hands off her now, Ken."
"Wha...? Oh, sure."
Jewell studied Pam Jones. She looked as good as her husband. She wondered if they would swing for a threesome. She'd love to suck this big blonde's cunt while her husband filled her cunthole doggie fashion.
"C'mon, Ken! Our stateroom's this way."
"Sure, honey." He picked up their bags and followed his wife's shapely, wiggling ass. "A drink... later," he whispered as he passed Jewell. She didn't answer.
"Jesus, Ken, do you have to be so obvious?"
"Obvious? Shit, I almost knocked her down. I was just being a gentleman!"
"I know you were, dear," Pam smiled. "But gentlemen don't talk to ladies with hard cocks bulging in their pants!"
He looked down. "Oh shit."
Oh slit is right, Pam thought. First order of business in the stateroom: fuck Ken -- drain his balls, fuck his eyeballs out!
Jewell followed the steward's directions down the companionway to her stateroom. In the distance a big man with a rugged -- not handsome but appealing -- face followed every movement of her progression off. His eyes alternated between her jiggling tits in her tight blouse to her swaying hips in her equally tight skirt.
When Jewell pulled abreast of him, she smiled. He smiled back and raised his drink in a salute.
"Hello," he said, his eyes sad.
"Hi," Jewell answered, without too much conviction. She didn't like sad eyes. She liked lusty eyes. Besides, he also wore a wedding band. Christ, she thought, is every cock on this damned boat married?
She moved on by him and she could feel his eyes on the wobbling cheeks of her ass.
"Nice ass," Viola whispered in his ear. "Wouldn't you like to drive your cock between those cheeks, Albert?"
Albert coughed and moved past his wife into the stateroom. "Jesus, Viola, must you equate everything to lust?"
"Hell, yes! Fucking and money make the world go around! We've got a lot of money -- more than enough. But we'll never get enough fucking!"
"Speak for yourself, Viola, speak for yourself."
"I am, Albert," she teased, and ran her hand across the hardening bulge in the front of her husband's pants. "But I'll bet you'd still like to throw a little meat into that blonde that just went by."
"God, Viola, sometimes you make me sick."
But it was true. The blonde had been beautiful. She had a body like Viola's had been when they first got married. His cock got harder in his wife's hand as he thought about the tiny hole resting between those two perfect ass cheeks.
"12F, 12F," Jewell muttered to herself as she moved through the labyrinth of passageways. And then she saw it and stopped. She fished into her purse for the key, and then noticed that the door was ajar.
She pushed it open, stepped inside, and abruptly stopped short. He was extremely handsome, extremely tall, and very blond.
Jewell started backing out. "I'm... I'm sorry, I..."
"Wait a minute." He held two glasses, one of which he extended to Jewell. "I'm Don Fuller. Have some champagne!"
"Jewell Maxwell. Are you going on the cruise?"
"No, I'm just seeing a friend off... Norm Parmenter. This is his cabin. He's topside checking out the pussy. I don't know how he missed you."
Jewell was sipping from the glass. She almost choked at his bluntness. Then she smiled. "I hope he had better luck than I've had. Every stud on the boat seems to be married!"
His smile matched hers. He waved his left hand in her direction. "I'm not."
Jewell's eyes brightened, and then fell. "But you're not going to be on the boat."
His eyes fell. "Yeah. Ain't that the shits?"
His eyes took in her body.
Her eyes took in his body.
Lust passed between them like a heat wave. She could feel it. This was her kind. There was no pretense about Don Fuller. When he saw something he liked, he took it. The man she had seen in the hall -- his eyes had said, Please let me fuck you. Don Fuller's eyes said, Strip, honey, I'm gonna fuck your brains out!
Jewell was sure her eyes said the same thing. "Yes, it is," she nodded, and set her glass down. "Well, I'd better find my cabin."
"Yeah, I guess so."
Back in the passageway, Jewell felt his eyes roving over her ass. She swayed her hips a little more than usual. The sense of Don's eyes on her butt was different than the other man. It made her cunt tingle. She could almost feel his hands on her tits, his cock deep in her body.
At last she found her cabin. She quickly unpacked and then went back up on deck.
Hundreds of visitors were streaming down the gangplank. Jewell tried to spot Don's blond hair and wide shoulders in the crowd. She couldn't.
At last the hordes were on the pier, waving and shouting. The ship's whistle shrilled, and slowly the gangplank was brought back aboard.
A tiny vibration started through the deck. It tickled the bottom of Jewell's feet and worked its way up her legs until her pussy was vibrating in unison with the ship's screws.
They were moving, and Jewell decided it was time she was moving. She was horny and her panties were already wet with need. She would get a drink and check out the lounge. There must be some single men on the boat. And if there weren't, she would find a married cock. After all, she mused, a cock is a cock! She was just about to move away from the rail when an arm slithered around, her. The hand attached to it settled on the cheek of her right ass.
"Hey, what the hell do you... DON!"
"You shouldn't be here! You should be there!"
"No, I shouldn't. I decided, after I met you, that I needed a cruise."
"But, but, but... I thought the ship was full!"
Don smiled. "A hundred dollar bill in the right place always finds an empty stateroom." The hand on her ass cheek squeezed a little harder. "Where were you headed?"
"To the lounge... for a drink," Jewell replied, sliding her ass back and forth across his hand.
"My cabin has a portable bat."
The implication was clear, and Jewell was more than ready to accept it. "I was hoping I'd find more than just a drink in the lounge."
"I think you'll find more than just a drink in my cabin," he whispered, rubbing the beginnings of a huge hard-on against her hip.
"Lead on!"
Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him! Pam thought. Fuck him and suck him so hard that he can't even get it up for another woman!
"Well, darling... here we are!"
Ken smiled and lightly kissed his wife's cheek while his hand patted her beautiful ass. "Why don't you unpack while I go get us a couple of drinks?"
"OH KEN!"
"What's the matter now?"
"You just want to meet that little blonde!"
"Jesus, honey, how can you say that?"
"Because, there's a portable bar right here," Pam hissed and then dropped the anger in her voice and replaced it with a sultry growl. "And I'm right here. Unzip me, darling!"
Ken reached up and unzipped his wife's dress. He watched as she shrugged her shoulders and the garment slowly slid down the beautiful curve of her body. He reached down the length of her long, shapely legs and playfully brought his hand up the inside of her half slip, pushing the hem up.
"Mmmmm," she giggled, jumping forward on her husband's fingertips. "You do want me, don't you, darling?"
"You bet I do," Ken smiled. And he did. That blonde, Jewell Maxwell, and her come-hither look had really turned him on. He'd nail Pam and then slip down to the bar and see if he could line the Maxwell girl up for a little pussy after Pam went to sleep that night.
"Oh, oh, oh, Kenny! I love you, darling!" Pam turned suddenly and flung herself at her husband, pinning him to the bed. She kissed him hard, cutting off the laugh he was teasingly giving her.
This is the way, Pam thought, this is the way to keep your husband! Down deep she knew that Ken loved her and she loved him.
But, as they kissed, the old doubts flooded her brain for the millionth time. Was the magic going out of their marriage? Had they grown old hat to each other? Had the excitement of their sex life lost its luster? Had Ken become bored with her?
He didn't seem to be now, not with his heated lips pressed so tightly to hers, or the quiet moanings from deep in his throat as his rising dick stretched against her leg. She was being foolish, she decided. He loved her more than ever. She darted her tongue deep into his mouth, feeling the roof of his mouth and his tongue with her tongue tip.
Ken turned his head away and smiled at his wife. She returned his smile coyly, the fire in her eyes telling him that he was wanted and wanted badly. His hands slid along her sides and then cupped the tight cheeks of her ass. He moved his fingers higher, finding the tight elastic band of her panties.
Pam squirmed, pushing her hot cunt into his hardening prick. She rotated her hips, nibbling his ear and neck with her mouth, and her hands gripped his shirt tightly with desire.
Then, suddenly, she stood up. She arched her back and unsnapped her bra. The white cups fell from her tits and she stood with the ruby tips pointing at her panting husband. Then she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and half slip and removed them in one easy, graceful motion. She caressed her full, rounded hips with her palms. Then, without a word, she lay down beside Ken.
"Darling," she whispered softly. "Hurry, please, darling, now!" She squirmed her ass cheeks down into the mattress.
Ken pulled off his clothes without even getting off the bed. Then he knelt, naked, between his wife's splayed leg. His thick, blood-tilled cock stood out hugely from his forest of pubic hair.
"Mmmmm," Pam said softly. "That was quick, honey!"
"I'm ready -- ready right now," Ken grinned down at her.
He roamed his hands over her thighs and tits. They stopped to tweak her nipples into rock-hard firmness, and then he ran a finger down into the valley between her high-set, firm tits.
He leaned forward, unable to control himself any longer, and crushed his mouth against her cunt, trying to suck up every drop of her pussy juice.
"Is that the way you want me, honey... with your tongue?"
"No!" he growled.
"How then? Tell me how, Ken!"
"Hard!" he replied hoarsely. "Deep and hard, right up to the hilt!"
"Oh, Kenny, fuck me now! I want you inside me now!" Pam gasped.
He drew her closer. She glued her mouth to his as she wedged a hand between them and grasped his fleshy dick. She strained the full length of her body against him, grinding and, pushing, and then she spread her legs wide.
His cock poised against the snug lips of her waiting cunt. She kept firm hold of his bulbous, aching cock and drew it closer, sliding it up and down between her open legs, swirling it around her pussy flesh until its knob rested against her cuntal entrance.
"There, Ken, right there!"
He lunged forward, his hips thrusting as he drove into her pussy and felt the hot, rubbery meat clasp around his cock.
"Uhhhh!" she murmured, trying to take more of him.
Ken levered his massive dick to the full length of her cuntal meat. It was warm and tight. He thrust lustily until his blood-swollen cock-head hit her cervix. His cum-bloated balls crashed against the firm cheeks of her ass. He moved harder, flexing his prick as she moaned, impaled by his driving cock.
"Oh, God, oh, God!" he groaned, grinding his prick into her savagely.
"OOOOHHHHHH, Ken, Ken, you feel so good! So good!" Pam whimpered in his ear, and then licked his lips, his nose, his eyes. "Yes, yes, YESSSSSS!"
She gave another gasp and fucked herself tighter to his driving fuck, until it sank to her soft, fleshy cunt completely. He worked around and around in her, feeling the ridges of her pussy around his smooth, sliding cock.
"Oh, fuck meeee! Split my pussy open with your cock, darling!"
She held him tightly in her strong legs, clamping her thighs around his hips. She began to babble incoherently. Her knees drew up as she raised herself even more to his battering dick. Her cunt bucked wildly against his ramming prick as she rode his cock as though she never wanted to stop.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhh God, I'm... I'm going to... going to COMMMMMMME!" She began to vibrate uncontrollably as a deep-throated groan erupted from her chest.
Ken's cum churned though his boiling balls, through the tube of his cock, and surged into his wife's wildly clasping cunt.
He shoved his tongue harder into her mouth and cupped the cheeks of her ass closer to his pumping hips as he beat a wild tattoo against her with his emptying balls.
Pam wailed into his mouth, her thighs jerking against his belly while he shot his load of juice violently into her. Finally, he collapsed across her, his sigh of contentment mingling with her own mewlings.
"You can fix us those drinks now, darling."
"Yeah... yeah, sure, honey."
Ken rolled his sweating body from the bed and across to the bar. Again he thought of the big-titted, young blonde, Jewell Maxwell.
Later, he mused, later I'll see if I can catch her.
Right now he was too beat. Jesus Christ, can this woman fuck!
Chapter Six
"Sorry I can't offer you anything more fancy than this," Don said.
"Oh, that's all right. Liquor is liquor no matter how you dress it up."
With the first sip of her drink, Jewell was reminded of her desire. It flooded though her body, warming it mote then the liquor. She was seated on the edge of the bed, with Don in a chair across from her. Their knees were almost touching. The gentle, rocking motion of the ship was rubbing the rough bedspread against her pussy through her panties and thin skirt, Jewell wondered how long it would take for a puddle of posy juice to form under her as.
"What do you do, Jewell?"
"You mean, 'work'?" He nodded. "Well, I was a whore. But I gave it away so often that I never made much money. So I had to get a job. For the last five years I've just fucked for fun. I lost my job, so now I guess I'm just a world traveler looking for the perfect cock."
Don didn't blink. He only smiled and let his knees warn down to where her knees were slowly parting. "You're very blunt."
"Not really. Just truthful. I believe in taking something when I see that I like it!"
"I think we're a lot alike," Don said, sipping his drink.
"I know we are," Jewell answered, letting her legs fall wide open.
Don stood and pulled his prick out of his pants. It was fully erect -- huge. The biggest dick Jewell had ever seen. It was as long as her forearm and the head was as big as her fist.
"Beautiful," she gasped. "Gorgeous cock! Why did you just take it out like that?"
"Because I want you. I want to be inside of you. Isn't that what you want, too?"
"Yes!"
Jewell sat up and licked the head of his giant cock. His hands reached down and caressed her tits as she grasped his prick in both hands and popped it into her mouth. She began to suck on it hungrily as he closed his eyes and rocked back and forth in her mouth. Her fingers gently manipulated his big balls until she could feel them become hard and ready. Her hands worked steadily as her head bobbed back and forth on the mammoth rod.
"Faster, baby, faster!" Don moaned. "I'll give you a load!"
Jewell sucked him harder and harder, until she felt the cum-tube on the underside of his dick start to vibrate along her tongue.
"There... THERE!" he gasped and ground half his dick, all she could take, down her throat. She felt the first light gush of cum and pulled back so she could taste it.
She held just the knob of his cock in her mouth now, and rhythmically tightened and relaxed her soft lips around its ridge. His prickhead fitted her small mouth snugly, adding to his pleasure. But mainly he was thrilled because she was doing this. There was something about her. He couldn't quite define it, but she seemed different from anyone else he'd ever known.
Jewell sensed the urgency that was inside him, and she responded. She hooked a slender finger around the base of his cock and went to work. She milked his dick with her lips, raked it with her teeth, licked with her tongue, and hr a few seconds he wan puffing and twisting his buttocks.
Soon ha would give her a hot, juicy, wild come. She kept sucking.
"That's it!" he croaked as he gripped her ears and attempted to cram the entire length of his giant dick down her throat. "Keep working. Yes, yes, like that! Beautiful! It be long now, baby, a few more sucks like that should do it! Oh, Jesus, this is what I call really living! So good, so damn, damn good! Don't stop, baby, suck me like you mean it! Go, baby, GO!"
Wildly, Jewell's head glided back and forth over the slobbering dick that filled her mouth. Cock juice... it's truly the nectar of the Gods!
"One more time should do it!" he panted as he dug his fingernails into her ears and thrust more of his meat into her throat. "My nuts are tingling! Jesus, I'm there! Ahhhh, coming, COMING!"
Hot cum splattered against the back of Jewell's throat when he erupted, and for the next few moments she was preoccupied with the task of swallowing.
She made a slight gurgling sound as she let his dick slither out of her mouth, and a sly quality edged into her voice as she looked up at him and asked, "Is it my turn now?"
"You're fucking right it is, baby," Don smiled. "Let's get each other naked!"
Jewell undid zippers and buttons. "Let's do it!"
"Damn, you look so delicious I don't know where to start grabbing first."
Jewell licked her ripe, red lips in a moistening gesture. "Want me to take the initiative?"
"Right on!"
She took a step to the rear and shrugged all the way out of her clothes. She took them aside and shivered as the cool air rushed against her hot, pink nipples and stiffened them. She waited until the tremor passed, then went to work on disrobing Don. She unbuttoned and removed his shirt with maddening slowness, until he rasped hoarsely, "Better hurry before I lose control and cream again!"
"No, no, darling. Save that delicious juice for my pussy!"
She reached for his belt buckle. She loosened it, unzipped his fly and dropped his pants to his ankles. Don lifted one foot, then the other. He was standing naked before her, his big cock jutting like a spear.
Jewell's face was alive with a mixture of passion and need as she trapped his veined meat in both hands and dipped her head to plant a gentle kiss on its velvety tip.
"Ohhh, baby, you're good."
She palmed his overheated balls and kissed the head of his cock again. A faint trace of perverted amusement spread across her slightly flushed face as she looked up at him and said, "Want me to stay dawn here?"
"No way! Lie down! I wanna fuck!"
Albert Marsh stood in the stateroom head taking a piss. He felt disgusted and useless. No wonder Viola fucked around with other men. Half the time he couldn't get it up when she wanted it.
But, dammit, she wants it all the time! Every hour on the hour! Just like now. She'd sucked his dick to get him ready to fuck. He couldn't hold back. He'd told her to stop, but Viola had kept right on sucking.
He'd pulled away from her and splattered his cum all over her face and tits. That, Viola didn't mind. But she'd really gotten angry with hini when she'd tried to stuff his prick in her cunt and it had gone limp.
"Jesus, Viola, let me pee! Maybe it'll get up again."
"Yeah, do that, asshole. In fact, play with it a little while you're in there!"
He had. It still wouldn't come up. So now he just stood there, dejected, not knowing what to do, not wanting to go back into the room and face her.
"FUCK ME! OH, YEAH, DON, CRAM YOUR DICK UP MY PUSSY, MY ASS... ANYWHERE! JUST DICK ME!"
It came from the next cabin, just beyond the wall where Albert was seated. Some girl was about to get fucked! He put his ear closer to the wall.
"OHHHH, YOUR DICK... OHHHH, SHIT, WHAT A COCK!"
Then he saw the slit in the wall by the paper holder. He glued his eye to it. "Oh, my God." He couldn't see the whole room, but he could see enough. He could see the bed and the carpeted floor beside it, and that's where they were, on the floor.
And then the girl's head rolled around.
It's her! It's the blonde! Her tits, her ass, her hips, her thighs, and her thickly matted cunt were even more beautiful naked.
She looked exactly as Albert had pictured her that afternoon in the passageway. She was the most fuckable woman he'd ever seen. And she was about to be fucked by the biggest dick Albert had ever seen.
She was lying on her back, her face locked in an expression of total lust. The man she had called Don came down, his knees falling on each side of her head as he prepared to drive his meat into her mouth.
Slowly he began to run his cockhead over her lips. Her tongue flashed out and circled the bloated tip of his prick. She moved it around and around his throbbing meat, sucking at the hot flesh, coating it with the juices of her mouth and tongue. Her hand came up to grab his massive shaft, holding it steady as her tongue worked itself into the tiny hole in its head.
The man above her groaned in pleasure as her talented tongue did its work for the second time. He leaned forward, resting on his hands, placing his meat directly over the reaming point of her tongue.
Albert could not believe it. His eyes were glued to her glistening tongue, his cock growing hard as he watched the point of her tongue dancing in and out of the blonde man's huge prick.
And then his gaze was caught by something else. Don's hands came up to cup the bulging splendor of her tits. He grabbed the two globes firmly in his grip, pressing them together as he watched the flesh rise up in his hands.
His fingers tweaked at her nipples, capturing each of the dark brown nubs in their kneading grip. Don laughed wantonly as he watched and felt the firm spikes grow hard in his hands.
Albert could feel the ache in his groin as he watched the ample flesh of her tits bend beneath the man's hands. He could almost feel it, the velvety smoothness of her skin, the hard nub of her nipple, slick and smooth from the constant drip of his hot, sucking mouth.
Albert shifted slightly, taking his dick in his hand. Carefully he worked it, fisted it, pointing it up, getting it rigid. And he did, he glowed his eyes to return to the erotic scene in the next cabin.
He could not fight a small groan as he studied the girl's lovely body, her sensuous young mouth and the man's huge pole of meat.
She was no longer merely teasing at the tiny hole. She was now sucking, her lips completely surrounding his fuck-stick. Her cheeks collapsed as she pulled at the hard stalk, sucking it dry. Her head rolled on the floor as she struggled to suck the entire cock into her hot, soaking mouth.
And Don was willing. His dick were thrusting, driving his meat into her face. He had dropped to his elbows as the hot bliss of her mouth seemed to swallow him. His balls jiggled in their sac as he thrust his prick in and out of her head, each lunge running deeper and deeper into her hot throat.
Jewell couldn't get enough. She was now blind to all but the heat of her needing cunt. She sucked feverishly at the cock embedded in her face, hungry for the taste of cum. At the same time she heaved her tits frantically into his kneading fingers.
"Now you," Don gasped, pulling his dick from her mouth and moving down her body. Her legs flew open and his face crashed into her cunt.
His face nestled into her, his tongue spearing out to part the tender flesh of her cunt lips. Don buried his tongue into the wrinkled folds of her pussy, his tongue climbing like a fleshy arrow into her hot, pussy hole.
And all the while, Albert watched, his heart pounding out the rhythms taking place in front of him. His hand was working frantically on his dick. His passions were almost to the peak of their endurance as he watched and felt each move, each thrust.
He was living it. He had felt her mouth skimming the flesh of his own tortured cock, sucking his balls up with each inhaling pull of her blissful mouth.
And now her cunt. It was as though he could smell it, taste it, feel the slick walls rippling over the sensitive flesh of his tongue. His mouth even moved involuntarily as he pictured himself swilling the nectar-like juices of her pussy.
Everything about it was real as he fingered the hard bone of his prick. His hand rubbed it frantically. His helpless excitement grew even greater as the picture suddenly changed.
Don collapsed next to her, his voice crackling with lust. "I NEED YOUR CUNT! I GOTTA FUCK YOUR SWEET CUNT!"
He grabbed her hips and lifted her, guiding her up over his meat. Jewell was pure lust as she straddled his mammoth cock, her face flushed with the hunger of her desires.
Her hand came down to guide his tool as she slowly lowered her hips over his massive prick. With a grunt, she accepted the first blistering contact of his tool. And then, her face twisting into a grimace of delight, she began lowering herself, taking him into the warm wetness of her cunt-hole.
Don nearly blew his load right then. Her tight pussy covered him like a glove. It settled in heavenly jerks over his cunt-hungry meat, worming it into the dripping grasp of its sleek walls. A low animal moan came rippling from his throat as he felt the final inches of his cock disappear into her enveloping cunt.
His hands came up to crush the huge moons of her tits. He clutched them like a drowning sailor would clutch a life jacket -- instinctively -- driven more by the commands of his own inner impulses than any thought.
She groaned.
And he was being driven.
Jewell's cunt was rising and falling over his cock, draining it, squeezing it for every little bit of bliss she could wring. Her body rocked back and forth, her hair flying from side to side as she threw herself totally into her manic, lusting hunger for cock.
"Jesus, give me more!" she cried. "MORE! I WANT IT ALL! I WANT ALL OF YOUR HOT, FUCKING COCK! MMMOOORRRE!"
"You really want more, baby?" Don cried. "Want your ass full, too?"
"Yes, YES!" Jewell gasped.
He reached behind her and knotted four fingers together. He found her asshole and rammed.
With only one small whimper, Jewell took the first thrust of his ass-fucking fingers. She was hardly even aware of the pain as they worked into her clutching hole. Slowly, inch by inch, they climbed, filling her with the most insanely erotic feeling she had ever experienced.
In seconds, she was totally impaled, Don's fingers pressing against his dick inside her hole. Carefully her hips began to move, each movement searching out the rhythm that would offer the most possible satisfaction. Slowly she worked into an almost dance-like exchange of movements.
Don thrust, sending her forward as his fingers knifed into the slippery depths of her asshole.
Jewell slid up, shivering, as her cunt lifted over his blood-engorged prick.
It was heaven.
She felt like she would explode from pure lust. Cock and fingers slipped and gouged in her belly, crushing together on either side of the thin layer of tissue that divided her two holes. And all the while he was tearing at her nipples, twisting them like knobs as sweet sensations ripped though her tormented body.
"Harder!" she shrieked. "AHHHH, HAAARRDERRR!" Her voice was a shrill frenzy of demand. "REAM ME, you SON-OF-A-BITCH! YOU WANTED IT, NOW TAKE IT! TAKE IT, GODDAMMIT, TAAAAKE IT!"
There was no argument as Don increased the tempo of his pounding hips.
He slammed his cock in maniacal fury, driving out the juices of her cunt. His balls thundered against his ass as he jerked and bucked for everything he was worth. His fingers speared her asshole brutally, reaming her hot bowels.
The two of them were a blinding whirl of limbs and hips as they pummeled each other in the totally demented lust of their bodies. Their gasps and grunts spilled out, through the room, echoing off the cabin walls.
And no one was more alert, more sensitive to every sound and motion than Albert.
His hungering passions, carried to the extreme by his voyeurism, were at the breaking point. He was helpless to stop himself as he pounded the flesh of his aching cock.
He stroked it feverishly, marking time to each reaming stroke of the man's cock. With each thrust, each loud sucking slap of cock into cunt, or fingers into asshole, he would run his hand down his tool, his legs trembling from his grip of frenzied lust.
Then there was a pounding on the door. "Albert? Albert, you asshole, what are you doing in there?"
Albert paid no attention to Viola's pounding or her voice.
The door was yanked open. "Albert, you shit, I've got to pee. Will you... JESUS CHRIST!"
Albert followed her gaze. He hadn't seen his cock so hard and throbbing for years.
"Shit, you asshole, don't waste it!" Viola snapped, pulling them to his feet. "C'mon!"
Albert danced across the room behind his wife's wide hips and jiggling ass cheeks. "Yes, yes, yes, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" he chanted.
His mind was working wildly. Got to fuck. Got to fuck that blonde!
Chapter Seven
It was wonderful fucking for both of them. Jewell couldn't get enough of them, and it seemed as though Don's cock would never go down as long as it was near one of her holes.
"God, you're good," she moaned, feeling his dick rise for the fifth time against her belly.
His hands were flying over her back, running up and down the arch of her body, and finally resting on the rounded moons of her ass cheeks. He gripped the soft pillows cruelly, pressing her even harder onto his prick. Piercing arrows of lust again coursed through him as he felt the hair of her cunt brush and tickle at the root of his cock.
Jewell followed his lead. Her hands raced to his buttocks, her fingers digging through the crack of his ass as her mouth sucked wantonly at his tongue. The taut muscles of his ass felt like steel in her hands as her fingers dug at the puckered ring of his asshole.
And suddenly she broke away, collapsing onto her back. Her arms reached out, beckoning him to mount her. Her voice screamed out in hoarse passion. "Fuck me, Don! Let me feel your beautiful prick again! Let me feel it tear into me once more! I want your cock so far up my cunt you'll crush my heart!"
Don couldn't believe it. Her body twisted wantonly on the floor, her legs thrown so far open he could clearly see the tender, pink lips of her cunt drooling the white juice of his previous comes. He had truly met a wanton woman who was his match in depravity.
He threw himself onto her, his hands capturing the ripe mountains of her tits. His mouth came down to cover a nipple, while his fingers trapped the other in a vise-like grip. He worked feverishly, sucking and tearing at her nipples, groaning as he felt the firm spikes swell and grow rock-hard with the force of her surging passion.
"Yes! YEEESSSSSS!" she mewled. "Suck 'em! Tear em out! SUCK ME UNTIL I GO CRAZY!" Her cunt juice was running like water. She snaked beneath him as his mouth and fingers worked her nipples, sending jolt after jolt of ecstasy dancing in her chest. She threw her legs around him, circling his back and grinding him into the moist hole of her starving pussy.
He could feel it. Her pubic hair tickled at his belly while her cunt lips seemed to kiss his flat, muscled stomach. Her hot pussy cream smeared across his gut, throwing him even further into the insanity of his lust.
He couldn't remain still. His mouth began licking down her body, his tongue thirsting for every new sensation her body could offer. He worked quickly, his brain numbing as he grew ever nearer to her hot, fragrant pussy.
"OOOHHHHH, DON! Your tongue! Your hot, fucking tongue is driving me crazy! Suck me, SUUUUUUCK MEEEEE! SUCK ME INTO YOUR SWEET MOUTH!"
"Yeah, baby! YESSSSSS! I'll eat you... I'll eat you until there is not one fucking inch of you left!"
His tongue landed flatly against the quivering lips of her cunt. He moved it down, resting it on the dripping mouth of her hole. He shook his face from side to side as he thrust it into her meat, thrilling as he felt the hot flow of her juices spill down his cheeks.
Then he began lapping, ramming his tongue in and out, sucking at the sweet combination of his cum and her cunt juice. His hands slipped under her, kneading the firm mounds of her ass as he pushed her cunt even harder into his lapping face.
"Lick it! LICK IT!" Jewell yelled. "SUCK MY CUNT UNTIL I'M DRY!"
Don's head began flying up and down, dragging his tongue as it went. It burrowed into the soft furrow of her cunt, parting the folds and raking up the slick channel. He was like a man possessed as he stroked her from hole to clit, lapping her like some soft, hairy candy cane.
"SHIT! SHIITTT!" she cried. "I CAN'T TAKE IT! Give me your cock. I need it, I need your fucking cock in me! Fuck me! FUUUUUCK MEEEEEEE!"
Without wasting a second, Don crawled up her body. His mouth clamped onto hers as he felt the burning tip of his cock nudge against the furry mound of her cunt. Her hands snaked down beneath him, wrapping over his mammoth tool, and guiding him into the warm nest of her pussy.
Once she had him in position, her hands came around to his buttocks. Desperately she pushed against him, driving him into her hot slit.
Their lips parted as he arched his body, and began working his prick into her belly. Her cunt parted, taking the bulk of his cock-head.
Then he lunged, driving into hot until his balls were embedded in the crack of her ass and the fist-sized head of his dick was pounding at her guts. He pulled out and slammed into her again.
Jewell screamed and arched her body completely off the floor as his pounding dick produced yet another orgasm in her straining cunt.
Her whole body filled with warmth, a warmth that came from his wondrous cock as it continued to pound into her. She suddenly felt his speed increase, his cock swell to an even greater size.
"You're coming! I CAN FEEL IT!"
"Yeah, baby, yeah! COMMMMMINNNNNG!"
"YES! YES, DON! COOOOOMMMMME!"
With every ounce of strength and agility, she threw her body into the final gripping lunges of sexual frenzy. Her cunt clawed at Don's cock. It exploded into a flurry of soul wrenching thrusts.
He came at once. She nearly collapsed as she felt the driving power of his explosion pour into her. His dick wrenched frantically as it blew his cum deep into her belly, scalding her with the sheer heat of his passionate release.
They lay silent for several moments, still glued together, hooked by the spear of his prick.
Outside, the waves crashed against the side of the ship as it plowed its way through the Atlantic inside, Jewell's heart pounded as she fought to regain her breath.
"Welcome aboard," Don sighed. "I've never been fucked like that before."
"Where have you been?"
"Around."
"Evidently not to the right places."
"Evidently," she smiled. He slid down her body and kissed her belly and thighs before sliding his tongue back into her cunt. Jewell's reaction was immediate. She began to pant as she felt his tongue wiggle in the syrupy flesh of her pussy.
He sucked and nibbled on her clitoris as if it were the first time. He grabbed her around the waist and held her, pulling her cunt tighter against his face.
"Oh God, Don, no, no, no!"
"Yes, baby," he groaned into her hot flesh. "One more. Give me one more come."
She screamed and gave it to him.
Smiling with satisfaction, he lifted his glistening face from her wet, shiny cunt.
"You're truly a marvelous girl," he said. "Why?"
"Because you're the first truly honest girl I've met. You see something and you take it." Jewell's face registered confusion. "Oh, I know you might think that it was me who took you, but it was actually the other way around."
"I think it was very mutual, and I loved it," Jewell replied. "Know what I want to take now!"
"Name it!"
"Some dinner. C'mon, let's feed the machines so they can fuck some more!"
Pam couldn't believe her miserable luck. The pretty blonde with the huge tits, Jewell Maxwell, was their table partner for dinner. God, would she have to watch Ken smile at her over dinner for the whole cruise?
It was pretty obvious to Pam that there was something going on between the Maxwell girl and their other table partner, Don Fuller. As the four of them made small talk, Pam studied Don. He was very handsome and extremely sexy. It was a vile idea, but right then and there she decided that if she caught Ken fucking around with Jewell, then she was going to have a whirl with Don Fuller!
Jewell kept a straight face, but she was giggling like hell on the inside. Goddamn this guy Ken was a horny one! She'd felt his hand run up her thigh -- clear to her cunt -- twice during dinner. She knew it wasn't Don's hand because he was on the other side of her. She wanted to whisper to Don, "Play with Pam's pussy under the table! Her husband's playing with mine!"
But he didn't. She would mention it to Don later, when they were in bed. She wasn't sure, but she had the idea that Don wouldn't be averse to a little threesome or foursome sex.
Casually, Jewell looked around the room, checking the other passengers for possible fuck partners. Her eye lit on the big man she'd seen in the doorway.
He was staring intently at her, and there was no doubt about what he was thinking. She tugged Don's sleeve.
"You see that guy?"
"Huh? Yeah, why?"
"He's the one I was telling you about, the one that seems to be staring at me all the time."
Don smiled. "You're a lot to stare at!"
"Be serious! He makes me nervous."
"He's got one hell of a lot of wife, I'll say that!"
"If you like middle-aged Amazons," Jewell giggled.
Pam and Ken stood to leave. They all said their polite goodbyes and Jewell watched them move across the room. When they were out of range, she whirled on Don. He was already smiling as if he had read her thoughts.
"Me you thinking what I'm thinking?" she asked.
"I'm thinking I'd like to stuff my big cock in Pam Jones' cunt," he replied.
"That's what I hoped you were thinking."
"What about you?"
"I'd like to suck her husband's dick while you pour your meat up my asshole!"
"Sounds like fun," Don sighed, squeezing one of her ample thighs.
"Think they'll swing?"
"We won't know until we try, will we?"
"Let's work on it," Jewell said as Don ran his hand up over one tit. "Stop that! Someone will see you!"
"Like that guy over there?"
Jewell looked around again at her lustful admirer. "Jesus, he's weird. He's almost drooling, for God's sake! The bastard, I'll show you what he's missing!"
"What ate you going to do?"
"You'll see!"
Jewell turned her chair so that her body faced the man across the room straight on. There was no tablecloth, so she knew he had a straight shot of her under the table. She parted her knees so he could see the inside of her thighs.
"He's drooling," Don said. "What are you doing?"
"Giving him a shot of my pussy. I didn't wear any panties." She opened her legs wider.
Albert's cock was hard. It ran down his leg halfway to his knee. The bitch, he thought, the little cunt bitch. She's teasing me!
He could see the blonde fur of her cunt. She ran her hand up under her skirt, along the soft skin of her thigh, closer and closer to that marvelous pussy.
The bitch, Albert groaned to himself, the dirty bitch!
But he couldn't take his eyes from her. Her legs fell completely open, so Albert could clearly see the raw flesh of her pussy lips.
Jewell kept a straight face. She looked straight at him as she rubbed two fingers up and down the wet slit of her cunt. Then she jammed two fingers deep into her pussy and snapped her legs shut.
Albert looked up into Jewell's face. He had that pleading look, the look she hated.
She stuck her tongue out at him.
"C'mon," Don said. "We'd better go before the guy cums in his pants. Besides, I think his wife is on to you."
They stood and moved across the dining room.
Viola leaned close to her husband's ear. "I guess she told you."
"Huh? What?"
"The blonde. That's known as being put down, Albert."
"Oh, Jesus, Viola!"
"Oh, Jesus, Viola," she mimicked. "God, you're a hypocrite, Albert. Why don't you admit it?"
"Admit what?"
"The fact that you'd like to stuff your prick into that little blonde. It's not so bad to want to fuck! Besides, if you screwed her, maybe I could screw her boy friend... he looks like he'd be good!"
Albert bolted to his feet, nearly knocking over the table. "You're disgusting, Viola, do you know that?"
"Yes, I know that, Albert. I also know you've got a hard-on."
Albert whirled and practically ran from the dining room.
Don and Jewell walked hand in hand toward the bow of the ship. It was quiet and deserted -- almost eerie -- as the moon passed behind a huge cloud.
They paused by the rail and Jewell turned to face him. "You know what?"
"What?" Don said, pulling her into his arms.
"Playing with my pussy in front of that jerk turned me on."
"So?"
"So fuck me!" She slipped his zipper down and yanked his cock from his pants.
"Right here?"
"Why not? I don't have any panties on. All we have to do is pull my dress up... like this." She bunched her dress up around her waist and, as her golden cunt came into view, Don's prick sprouted. "I spread and you squat a little... come up from under, and..."
"And we fuck standing up against the rail," Don smiled, moving in between her spread thighs.
"AS soon as I taste this just a little first," she giggled, bending over and kissing the head of his cock.
Jewell couldn't believe her good luck. No other man had ever made her feel the way he did. He was strong but gentle and cared how she felt and what she wanted. He responded to her every need and her every move.
She slid her mouth up and down his thick, mushroom-headed cock. She fucked it with short butterfly strokes, unleashing ripples of pleasure though his balls. Inching up his prick, she gently dug her teeth into his hot, fleshy stem. His balls contracted, drawing hito his body, leaving his sac empty and dry.
She continued sucking on his meat as she slipped her finger back down between his legs, probing for his anus. Finding it, she licked her finger, drenching it with her saliva, and slid it into his asshole, pushing against his tight muscles.
Following her lead, Don slithered his hand down and stuck his finger up her cunt, then shoved it into her wrinkled asshole. Jewell stiffened as he forced his way in up to his knuckle. She felt like her insides were coming out and she was coming at the same time.
"Owww, that's enough, baby. Keep that up and I'll white-wash your tonsils!"
Jewell stood and pulled him back between her thighs. "Fuck me then! Pour your juice up my pussy, darling!"
"Turn around and bend over!"
She whirled and, with her dress still high above her hips, bent over and grasped her ankles.
Don pulled him and mounted her from behind. Without using his hands to guide the way, he found her cunt and slipped his rigid prick all the way in. His pubic hair tickled her ass. Jewell panted as he pumped his meat into her cunt hole. Then he stood erect behind her, grabbing her hips and yanking her toward his cock.
She reached back between his legs and played with his nuts. Sweat poured down his face. He was like an animal, totally possessed by her luscious body. She timed the contractions of his balls with his thrusts and at the very moment she felt his cum break free, she squeezed him with everything she had.
The pressure sent shock waves rippling down to the mushroom head of his shaft. Even before he stopped coming, his cum had backed up for lack of room and dripped into her pussy hair, matting it against her ass.
Gently, Don slid his dick out of her cunt and slipped it back into his pants. Jewell rearranged her dress and within seconds they were again standing calmly at the rail looking out over the sea.
"You are a shameless creature, you know that?"
"I have a bad habit. I take what I want, when I want it," Jewell replied.
"I know," Don smiled down at her. "That's one of the best things about you."
"You know, I'm really beginning to like you."
"Why?"
"Oh, for one thing, you really know how to fuck me. For another, you're real easy going. I like that. Most men are so up-tight all the time, they don't know whether they're coming or going."
"Well, let inc give you a bit of advice. Don't take it too seriously."
"Darling, I don't take anything too seriously. Except this." Jewell squeezed his cock through his pants. "You should know that by now."
"It was fun, wasn't it?" he chuckled. "I've never fucked against the rail of a ship before."
"It would have been more fun if it had been like I said before."
"You mean sucking Ken Jones' cock at the same time?" Jewell nodded. "Want me to see if I can find him?"
"Great idea! Meet you in my cabin in ten minutes!"
Don moved away and Jewell again looked out at the blue water. She could feel Don's cam running down her legs and smiled. Pretty soon she'd have some in her belly at the same time.
Chapter Eight
Albert was going crazy. There she was, her dress up to her waist, her bare cunt sucking at his dick.
The whore, Albert thought, the dirty fucking whore! She's doing it right out here in the open. She has no shame. She'll do it anywhere, anytime!
Albert wondered if she would fuck anybody.
He wondered if she would fuck him.
Then they came and Albert almost came in his pants at the same time. They were talking, but he couldn't hear what they were saying. Then he moved away from the rail. He watched the man leave, and he returned his attention to the girl.
She was alone. The wind whipped at her skirt, it clear to the cheeks of her ass -- her beautiful ass.
Albert's cock ached. He took it out of his pants.
The girl would fuck anybody, even Albert. It was dark. She'd never recognize him.
He moved forward quietly. Now she was about ten feet away, now nine, now eight... now one. He put his hands on the nil in the half-darkness, and with a spring he was just behind her.
The girl half-turned in fear before his hand clapped over her mouth.
"If you scream or make any sound, I'll kill you," he whispered.
The girl stared at him with wide, horrified eyes. It was rather a shock to find himself so near her, touching her, after watching her fuck for two nights.
Her body was very warm against his through her thin dress. She held herself taut, but didn't make a sound.
Still holding one hand over her mouth, Albert prodded her farther back into the darkness. He pushed her roughly against a bulwark.
The girl made no sound. His hand was still on her mouth in case she tried to shout. It had all been very easy. Through his excitement he looked down at the bulge of her tits. He was really here at last... and it was so easy!
Albert quickly glanced behind them. Nobody on the bridge could see them at that distance. He jabbed the girl with his dick.
"Lie down... and if you try to shout I'll throttle you!" he croaked.
The girl looked directly at him. Her beautiful long blonde hair was mussed up now around her face. Her eyes had lost some of their startled fear and were now gleaming with anger.
"What do you want?" she hissed fiercely through his fingers.
"I want your pussy, your ass," Albert growled. "But first I want your mouth. Suck my dick!"
He roughly pushed her down on all fours, forcing her between his wide-spread thighs, her head lowered almost to the tip of his upthrust cock. Jewell rubbed gently between the palms of both hands, arousing him until moans came from his lips.
"Dammit, hurry up!" he groaned. "Suck it, suck it, suck it!" His hips thrust forward, but Jewell pulled her head back out of reach, still stroking and manipulating his cock and balls.
Get him off, she thought, give him a fast hand-job and then run like hell.
He reached down and entangled his hands tightly in her hair, trying to guide her head to his forward-leaping cock. Albert's brain reeled with the mental image of his thick, pulsating prick burrowing in and out of her ovaled lips. He was excited beyond all sanity now, he had to have her suck him off! He could feel the juice beginning to boil in his nuts, and he knew it wouldn't be long before it would come spewing out of shaft like a flow of hot, molten lava.
"Hurry, hurry!" he begged. "Suck it, suck it!"
Suddenly, Jewell plunged her head forward and down. Albert felt the incredible hot, moist softness of her lips close over the sensitive head of his prick, felt her tongue lick circles of liquid fire around and around it, fucking into the opening, drinking up it the cum oozing there. His hands in her hair tightened and he thrust his dick forward, driving the length of his massive cock deep into the soft, warm folds of her mouth, feeling it slam against the back of her throat.
"Ummmmm," she moaned around his hardened rod of flesh.
"Aaaaagggghhhh!" Albert cried in lust.
He watched her convoluted lips working on his cock, watched the soft, wet skin of her mouth pucker outward and then back in again as she sawed her mouth along the full length of his rigid tool. The sight of her sucking him increased his arousal. His dick tensed and jerked forward into her face, all the fleshy meat disappearing with each hard forward thrust, so that only a small stretch of it showed white and glistening with wetness between her lips.
"Suck it, suck it, suck it!" Albert chanted, closing his eyes. Then suddenly he pulled back. "That's enough," he gasped, jerking her face off his dick. "I don't want to come in your mouth!"
"Yes," Jewell cried. "Let me do it that way. I don't want you to fuck me!"
"The fuck you don't!"
She started to struggle. His cock was crushed and rubbed between them as they struggled. He managed to stretch her arms out on either side, but her legs continued to writhe as he pulled her down and lay alongside her.
Jewell's face, dark with fury, was directly below his. He closed his mouth over hers as she struggled. When he took his mouth away she spat into his face. He released one of her anus and slapped her face with his free hand. She pushed with her released arm, jabbing him with her elbow, and he fell away.
But before Jewell could pursue her advantage, he pulled back his right fist, pushing her wrists away with his left and punched hard and straight into her belly.
She collapsed on him, gasping with pain. He rolled her off and got on top of her again. She was completely winded. She lay there helpless, with her dress halfway up her strong, naked thighs.
Albert lost no time now. He was scared that somebody might have heard the noise. He ripped her dress up over her thighs and felt between her legs for her cunt and her asshole.
"Oh, God, no... not there! You're too big! PLEASE!"
"Shut up!"
Albert ground his cockhead against her asshole until it popped through the puckered ring. Jewell squealed through her lack of breath when his throbbing knob pierced into her. Automatically, she swung her arm up and tried to push him off, gasping with the pain in her belly and the fresh pain in her ass.
He caught her arm and forced it down again. He was in now. And it was tight enough to hurt. He was flooded with a great sense of relief, as if the frustrations of a lifetime had suddenly been washed away.
The girl was squirming with pain. He lowered his face onto hers and kissed her lips. Her lips were unresponsive, tight together, and she forced her face away from him. So he kissed her neck as he fucked into her gripping asshole. He wriggled in until his whole prick from throbbing knob to tingling root was buried in soft female flesh...
He fucked her furiously with quick, hard strokes. He couldn't take too much time, but he had to have that final, shattering explosion -- that had to take place in her soft, tight asshole.
Jewell lay under him, still too winded to resist. He let go of her arms and put his hand under her buttocks, scraping the backs of his fingers against the deck. Her ass was firm and springy. The feel of it sent new lust through his hot cock. He pulled her up against him and looked down at her belly which he could see, dimly white in the darkness. He could also see his cock, dimly white, moving in and out of her ass.
He held her buttocks tightly. Each stroke now was as if he were bursting into her for the first time. He was coming. He gritted his teeth and fixed his eyes on her face, still creased in pain. She was a stranger, a total stranger. And he was pounding his dick wildly up her ruptured asshole.
Harder and harder he pounded, driving her body down on to the steel deck. Her head was bouncing on the deck. Her eyes were closed.
Had he killed her? Don't know... don't care. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He felt the last movement of his dick. It was a joy fucking this firm and beautiful body. He squeezed her buttocks in his hands as he thrust, and his thrusts slowed to grinding heaves. He was losing control. It was heaven. He couldn't keep it back. He was coming -- corning into the body of this strange, beautiful blonde girl whose buttocks were in his hands, whose face was there in the darkness.
Albert poured his cum into her asshole in great, steaming globs. He pounded and fucked until his balls were dry.
The girl lay as though dead. After a while he pulled his hands out from under her ass and rolled off her.
Now that it was over, he felt a flatness. It certainly didn't seem worth the extreme and violent measures he'd gone through to get it.
He glanced back at the bridge, wondering if anyone had heard the cry of his climax. As far as he could see, nobody was there. But, by now, it was impossible really to see anything in the darkness.
Quickly he crawled to his feet and stuffed his dick into his pants. "Fucking whore," he hissed down at her. "What the tell did you make me do this for?"
Jewell awoke with Don shaking her. "Jewell, Jewell honey... wake up! What happened?"
She opened her eyes slowly. Her head and her body ached. "Don't... oh, Jesus."
"What happened, dammit?"
"A... he raped me. He made me blow him and then he fucked my asshole. Shit, his dick was almost as big as yours. Christ, it hurt!"
"No you recognize him?"
"No, it was too dark. But we might find him."
"How?"
"This. I tore it off his coat." She handed Don a gold button. "I'll find him. Can you walk?"
"Sure. I'm just a little bow-legged, that's all. I think you'd better tell Ken Jones that we'll have to make it a threesome another night."
"I couldn't fimd him anyway. C'mon, I'll help you back to your cabin."
Don settled in at the bar and scanned the men around him. Nothing. His eye roamed the room. Jewell had told him that the man was very large, heavy-set, and the jacket was some kind of slick material.
Don's gaze fell on the guy who had been staring at Jewell ever since she'd come aboard. He tit the description, and the material, of his jacket was silk.
He was sitting, talking nervously with his tall, big-busted wife. Don couldn't see his coat. Suddenly the man stood up and headed for the door leading to the men's head.
Don slid off the stool and followed him.
In the john, Don moved to the urinal to the guy's left. His cock was thick and long. Don glanced up from his dick. The middle gold button on his jacket was missing.
"You know I watched while you raped that girl just now," Don said smoothly.
Albert practically exploded.
"That's a lie! I never touched anybody!"
"Then where did these blonde hairs on your jacket come from? Your wife's a brunette, isn't she?"
"Now, just a minute..."
"And this button she ripped off your coat... it fits."
Albert sputtered. "You bastard... I'll..."
"I wouldn't," Don smiled. "You're bigger but. I I'm younger and faster!"
The air went out of Albert. "What do you want?"
"Rape, is serious business, friend. I'm an eyewitness. You could go to jail for a long time for something like that, and at your age I'm sure it wouldn't do your health any good."
"What do you want?"
"What have you got?"
"How about five hundred dollars?"
Don laughed at him. "How about your wife?"
Albert sputtered something about Don's filthy mind. Don headed for the door. "Wait!"
"I thought so," Don smiled. "I'd hate to wake the captain up to tell him he has a rapist on board, but I will if I have to."
"Okay, okay, you win. Wait at the bar. It might take a little time."
"I haven't got alot of time, pal, make it fast."
He had won. He had taken a chance, and had won. The guy was soft, otherwise he would have called Don's bluff. But he didn't... That was the second mistake he'd made that evening.
Don returned to the bar and sipped his drink. He watched the guy approach his wife. Her face contorted in anger and she spit a whole round of words at her husband. He hung his head and shrugged. They, both left the table. The wife threw a glance at Don, and he thought he detected a smile.
"I'm in," Don muttered to himself.
The wife walked out the door and Don slid off the stool. The man averted his eyes as Don passed him.
She had a nice ass, full and round. Don followed her down the passageway and stepped into the cabin behind her.
She paused in the center of the room and turned. "I'm Viola."
Don eased the door shut behind him. "And what's your stupid husband's name?"
"I call him asshole, but his name's Albert."
"He's an asshole, all right. Did he tell you?"
"And?" Don let his eyes roam up and down her body in the tight sheath dress. This wouldn't be half bad after all. She had some years, but she was a good looking, well-built woman.
Viola didn't answer him. She started stripping instead. "I usually wouldn't do this for him, but when I saw it was you... well, it was difficult to refuse."
She unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her large tits slowly came towards him as she moved across the room to where he was standing. Don reached out and touched the soft, creamy globes as she opened her mouth and kissed him, grinding her cunt into his leg. Her tongue invaded his mouth and attacked his tongue as his hands rubbed her supple ass.
Her hand found his zipper and then his cock inside.
"Hmmmm, nice! Big and getting bigger!"
"Don't squeeze too hard," Don gasped.
"Only with my cunt, honey," Viola said. "It's been so long since I've been fucked by a young cock, I've almost forgotten what it's like." She gently caressed his cock and balls.
Don's hand slid down into her panties and found her cunt. Three fingers slipped easily in.
"Oh shit," Viola moaned. "Let's get on the bed! What's your name, anyway?"
"Don."
"Fuck me, Don!"
"I plan on it," he said, shuffling out of his clothes as he guided her to the bed, his middle finger still tantalizing her naked clit, his tongue fucking her mouth.
The kiss and their dueling tongues quickly brought them both to a fevered pitch.
Don suddenly took his mouth from hers and hovered over her waiting body, his eyes feasting on her partially exposed cunt below her panties. His finger wormed its way along the wet, sopping passage at will. She was all his now, all his to do anything he wanted with!
"I'm going to make you naked now, honey," he whispered. "I'm going to make you naked, and I want you to help me!"
"Yes," Viola moaned in reply. "Yes, Don, yes."
His hand left her cunt and he began to agilely slide the panties down along her creamy white thighs, bringing her hair-lined pussy into full view. He tugged away her bra and went to work on her tits. He rolled his fingers across the hardened buds of her nipples, tweaking them into arousal.
Then his head lowered onto her chest, his hot, wet mouth taking one of her tits, fucking and rolling it maddeningly with his tongue.
Viola groaned, her hips beginning a slow, undulating rhythm on the beds. He continued to suck hungrily at her nipple while he moved in beside her, his hands leaving her flesh now. Then his lips left her tits and he said softly, "Open your eyes, honey. Look at me. Look at what I've got for you."
Slowly, Viola allowed her eyes to open. She saw him kneeling on the floor beside her, as naked as she, his face twisted in a grin. Her gaze moved down his heavily muscled body and then came to rest on his thick, rigid cock standing out from his belly.
She sucked in her breath sharply. God, it was big! It was a huge, bloated monster, the purplish head seeming to throb with a life all its own. She imagined that great monster burrowing into the soft, fleshy folds of her cunt, and a quiver of new lust coursed though her.
"Jesus, and I thought Albert had a big dick. Come to Mama!"
"Do you like it, honey?" Don asked, his hand moving back and forth over the bloated prick.
"It's... it's so big!"
"It's all for you now, honey," he said. "All for you. I'm going to fuck you with every inch of it every hot, throbbing inch of my big cock."
"Give it to me!" Viola rasped. "I want that big cock, Don baby. I want it inside me! I want it to fuck me, to fill me up! I want to be fucked, fucked, fucked!"
Dreamily, she watched him raise up onto the bed and settle his body beside hers. His head dipped once again to her gently quivering tits. She moaned softly as she watched him take first one nipple, then the other into his mouth, licking and sucking until she wanted to scream from the waves of pleasure washing through her body. She watched his head dip lower, trailing hot, moist kisses between her swollen tits and down still lower until he was breathing hotly into the softness of her pubic fur.
"Want it?" he asked.
"Yes, yes," Viola moaned.
"What do you want, Viola?"
"I... I want you to suck me, Don."
"Suck you where, Viola? Where?"
"My... my pussy!" she cried, her eyes closing again, her hips grinding in a sensuous circle, her head beginning to loll from side to side with expectant lust. "My pussy, Don, my pussy! I want you to lick my pussy! Oh, Don, lick it, lick it!"
Still grinning, Don drove his head savagely downward, his lips mashing onto her pussy lips, his tongue ramming deep into her cuntal hole.
"Aaaaagggghhhh!" Viola shrieked as his long hot tongue slashed into her, harder and harder, and her body reacted with convulsive lurches. Her hands grasped his hair, trying to pull his face deeper into her lust-soaked cunt. Oh God, it felt good, it felt so gooooood!
She clenched her hands into white-knuckled fists in his hair, pulling some of the blond strands, loose in her convulsive actions, as his probing tongue located the erect, pulsating button of her clit. She whined sharply, agonizingly, as he took the tiny bud between his sharp teeth and began to run the tip of his tongue around it in continuous circles.
Her head flailed. Don opened his mouth wider, moving his tongue downward along the smooth slit to the throbbing, hair-fringed opening of her cunthole. He began to tongue-fuck her, harder and faster, faster and harder, sliding his hot, tongue up into her clasping hole.
He slipped his hand beneath her thighs, pushing them farther up until they were now draped over his shoulders, the whole of her flowing cunt naked in his churning face. Then he cupped her soft white as cheeks in both hands as he thrust his tongue deep, into the liquid depths of her pussy.
Viola's cries of animal pleasure now filled the cabin. Oh God, oh God, oh God, her brain screamed over and over again as he continued to mouth and tongue her sweating, dripping furrow. And then, as her buttocks jerked and spawned beneath his plunging tongue, he drew it out and licked downward to the tiny puckered ring of her asshole.
She sucked in her breath in a gulping swallow, mooning in rapt urc. She flung her ass up at him as hard contact with the tight little hole, splitting it wide.
And then she came.
A deep, almost half-human scream erupted from her throat. She locked her hands hard in his hair, drawing him into her crotch with all her might. Her juices began to flow from her wide-spread cunt, flooding his face and tongue, flowing down along her ass crack to pool on the bed beneath her. She screamed again and again. Don sucked and licked and burrowed until, at long last, the coming was over and she sank back with a long, exhausted sigh.
She released his hair and opened her thighs to show him to remove his head from between her fevered legs.
Don lifted himself onto his knees and grinned down at her. The juice of her come made his face and his mouth glisten wetly in the room's soft light. "Well, honey?" he asked. "How did you like it?"
"Oh God!" Viola moaned, her eyes squeezed shut tightly. "Oh God, Don, it was wonderful!"
"Well, it's going to be even better. Because I'm gonna fuck you now, Viola. My cock is like a petrified log and I want to fuck you with it. I want to shoot my load of hot, sticky cum deep into your belly."
And as he lowered his body down onto hers, she thought with total joy, I wish you could see this, Albert! I wish you could see me about to be fucked by this man after he made me come with his mouth on my pussy. I wish you could see it, Albert, I really wish you could! Because I liked it, I loved it! I loved every delicious moment of it, Albert, you asshole, you son of a bitch -- it would serve you right!
And, as if he had read her mind, Viola heard Don's voice at her ear speaking into the phone. "Yes, would you page Albert Marsh please? He'll be in the bar. Tell him he's urgently needed in his cabin."
Chapter Nine
Albert pushed the door open and froze in his tracks. He knew deep down what he would find, but the actual sight of it stunned him completely.
From the bed, Viola's voice cried out, "Oh God, Don, fuck me harder, fuck me harder! I'm going to come, darling! I'm going to come! FUCK MEEEEE!"
In shock, Albert stepped directly into the room, staring with bulging eyes at what was happening inside the palely lighted room of his own cabin. He saw in that single instant the nude jumble of arms and legs, white and glistening with sweat, that thrashed and writhed on the bed. He saw the wildly pumping buttocks of a man flailing between the upraised and widely spread thighs of his wife. He couldn't see either of their faces, but he didn't have to.
Albert recoiled in loathing as he saw his wife's legs kick out in the aft and wrap themselves around Don's upper torso, presenting her naked cunt to his frenzied thrusts as she came under his pistoning, thundering cock.
Suddenly then, a blind, consuming, unreasoning anger seized control of Albert's brain. He emitted a low, animal-like snarl of hate and disgust and hurt. "You fucking Goddamned whore-bitch!" he screamed. "You dirty, Goddamned slut! Fucking another man right in my cabin! Oh, you filthy harlot bitch!"
Viola had sat up at the sound of his entrance, her legs still splayed open on the bed, the white, sticky fluid of Don's cum dripping from her pink cuntal mouth to stain the bed.
"Hello, Albert," she said, and yawned. "We weren't quite finished. I don't think Don got a come yet. Did you, darling?"
"Not quite... not all of it, anyway," Don replied.
"You bastard!"
"Are we going to go through the whole thing all over again? Okay, if that's the way you want it." Don reached for the phone. "I'll call the captain. You can tell him you caught me fucking your wife, and I'll tell him."
Albert turned to Viola. "This is your fault! How could you do this to me?"
"It was your idea, asshole, not mine. Just remember that."
"Oh, God, what have I done?"
"Well, you've made me a lot happier for one thing," Viola smiled as she sat up on the bed. "He told me what you did and I think it's one of the lowest things I've ever heard of."
"I couldn't help it. I couldn't stand the teasing all the time. I had too much to drink."
"Teasing? Oh really, you want to be teased, Albert?" she said as she began to rub Don's cock. "We'll show you some real teasing!"
"You cunt!" Albert hissed.
Viola fondled Don's balls with one hand and jacked the fat length of his cock with the other. "What do you feel like now, lover?" she smiled.
"I want to be sucked, Viola," Don said. "I want you to suck my big dick while Albert watches it go into your mouth!"
Viola smiled and dropped to her knees. Don edged his way forward, his dick reaching straight for her trembling lips. Viola licked his balls and then worked her tongue up the barrel to the dripping head. Gum smeared over her chin. She licked and swallowed it eagerly.
Then she turned her head to Albert. "Watch, honey... watch how good I can suck his dick!" She looked up at Don and smiled. "Give it to me, lover! Be rough! Fuck my face with your dick!"
He jerked her head forward, pushing it just in front of his hot cock. He inched forward, laying the big tool onto her wet lips as his hands tore at her hair.
"Lick it!" he rasped. "Lick my big cock!"
Viola's tongue came out and fucked over the flaring tip of Don's prick. She could hear Albert groan as the first strokes of her tongue dragged across his sensitive cock-flesh.
"More, slut!" Don ordered. "Show Albert how talented you really are!"
Viola began tounging him harder, working her mouth over and around his drooling prick.
"Faster, baby, faster!" Don hissed. "Work all of it! Work my whole dick with your mouth and tongue!"
She sucked loudly on his big cock, moving the huge pole of hard flesh in and out of her head. Don moved too, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth as he played with her tits and her hair.
Albert buried his face in his hands as he listened to the slurping noises of his wife sucking another man's cock.
Swallowing the droplets of pre-cum, Viola's tongue began moving up and down Don's shaft. The pungent odor of his meat filled her nostrils. The matted remnants of their earlier fuck still clung to his prick, and the mingled flavor of his cum and her juice filled her throat.
Her breath grew short and labored as her hot tongue jabbed across his throbbing cock tube. Her fingers tickled his balls, stirring him into a lustful frenzy.
"SUCK IT!" he cried. "Take the whole fucking thing!" His hands came down to hold her head as he slid the length of his cock into her willing lips. She closed her mouth, caressing him in the warmth of her ruby-red lips. "SUCK IT! SUCK MY SWEET CUM!"
She inhaled, sucking the cream from his throbbing tool. The sperm-filled liquid rose in his balls, oozing out to coat her lapping tongue with its bitter-sweet flavor. And still she kept pulling, her cheeks collapsing as the last ounce of juice rose up into her moist, warm mouth.
Viola groaned.
And now he began pressing forward, working his cock deeper into the cavern of her mouth. His cockhead slipped in, drifting past the pearly baffler of her teeth to revel in the blissful caress of her frantically stroking tongue.
"Aaaahhhhh, yeah, baby, yeah!" he groaned. "It's good! Your fucking mouth is very, very goooood!"
"Oh, God, God, God," Albert moaned and wailed from the corner of the room.
"Look, Albert, look!" Don yelled. "Look how my meat goes into her mouth!"
And Albert looked. And once he started looking, he couldn't tear his eyes away from the erotic, fascinating scene.
Don's cock was thrusting into Viola with more force, his pace becoming rhythmic and fuck-like as the bliss of her mouth began to tingle the roots of his cock. More and more of his aching meat disappeared into her face as the crazed need of his passion overwhelmed him.
Albert's cock was now at full, aching erection. The sight of another prick being so thoroughly sucked was lighting in him a raging fire of lust. His hand fisted his dick as he searched his wife's body for some area of personal delight.
Like a robot, he stood and began tugging at his clothes.
"That's it, Albert," Don said. "Get with it! She's a cunt, Albert... let's bath fuck her!"
Albert moved to them, his eyes roaming his wife's fleshy body. He settled on her tits. He threw one leg over her kneeling form, and sat himself on the broad base of her hips. He then reached forward. Reaching around, he worked his hands under her and seized the dangling mounds of her tits.
He grabbed them cruelly, bundling the flesh in his hands as he stroked downwards. He milked her tits like two udders, delighting in the feel of her rubbery flesh as they bent and stretched in his hungry grasp.
"You're a cow," he spat, his hands still groping at her swinging flesh. "Cows must be milked!"
He trapped her tits in the palms of his hands and worked the thumb and forefinger of each hand down to grab her nipples. He twisted them viciously, rolling them in his fingers as though he actually expected some liquid to spill from them.
But liquid or not, he kept twisting, tearing at the firm buds of her nipples in sadistic delight.
Viola's chest ached from his harsh manipulations, but in spite of herself, she could not stop her nipples from growing hard. His fingers were arousing her sadistic nature, puffing them from some forgotten corner of her being.
The excitement of his fingers was combining with the excitement of his rock-hard cock as it burned into the flesh of her back. She could feel it dribbling on her flesh, triggering the flow of her juices as they spilled from her matted cunt.
Don's cock was also filling her with delight. His hot meat was spearing into her mouth, tickling at the back of her throat, as her tongue grew more alert to every taste and sensation.
Slowly the action became more hers than Don's as she began reaching her head out, hungering for the feel of his reaming meat. Her upper body swayed slightly, rocking her tits into Albert's hands.
"Fuck her, Albert! Throw your cock to her!"
Don chuckled as he watched Albert drop to his knees. He pushed himself forward, driving his meat into the spongy mass of his wife's pussy. He worked his cock into place, and with all the force of his burning hunger, drove his hips forward.
His cock slid in like a knife into butter. His head fell back as the tight walls of Viola's cunt clung to the veined surface of his throbbing prick. Her muscles closed around him, crumbling the last ounce of his already doubtful sanity.
And now Albert began moving. His cock began thrusting into her, burying into the moist oven of her cunt. The cock in her cunt from behind made Viola drive her mouth all the harder over Don's prick.
His body jerked in delight and surprise, caught off guard by the suddenness and eagerness of her lunging mouth. But his surprise quickly vanished as the actions of her mouth began to radiate through every cell in his body.
Her hips were churning and weaving, slamming over Albert's cock with all the fury of a bitch in heat. Every muscle in her belly was contracting to suck the life from his impaling tool. She rose and fell over him in firm, rhythmic strokes that struggled to drain his rupturing balls.
Her head was just as active. Her face lunged over Don's cock, her nose crashing into his furry groin as she swallowed every possible inch of his huge rod. She moved her face, screwing it wildly on his thick prick, her throat clutching and milking his meat like some tiny pussy.
Viola was in heaven. She could feel the rumblings of her come in the depths of her belly. She had two huge cocks driving into her, and she couldn't stop the innate lust for cum that was rising in her brain.
She rolled and flung her buttocks back against Albert's forward-driving shaft, feeling it deep in her belly, her mouth working harder and faster on Don's cock. He moaned and thrust desperately into her mouth, a wailing gasp tearing from his throat as the moment of his climax neared.
Viola was mewling and moaning like a depraved animal, totally abandoning herself to the feelings of two cocks sunk deep within her, about to flood her, drown her, consume her with gushing cum. Her hips swirled more wildly around Albert's prick.
Her own orgasm was building, building. It wouldn't be long now for any of them.
Suddenly, Don gave a loud, resounding grunt of release and he jammed his hips forward, burying his cock deep in her soft, warm throat. Her throat tightened and untightened as torrent after torrent of his burning jism gushed from his wildly jerking rod.
Viola didn't swallow Don's cum. She held the hot juice, letting her cheeks balloon with it. She was saving it, saving this other man's milky cum for a very special purpose. And then, behind her, Albert's fingers dug painfully into her hips, his nails drawing blood. He began to chant crazily, "I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming!"
His cock began to jerk, as Don's was doing in her mouth, and she felt the fire-hot cum juice erupt along his tube from his balls and fill her cunthole to overflowing, felt the searing liquid run down along the crevice of her turning ass cheeks, along the backs of her thighs and pool on the bed beneath her flailing body.
"Keep sucking, keep sucking!" Don howled, convulsively spasming forward. "Suck all of it, all of it!"
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Albert wailed behind her.
And then, as if their mutual cries of delight were the final trigger of her orgasm, Viola felt the beginnings of wild release take hold of her body. She gurgled and squealed around Don's prick, still holding his seemingly never ending flow of sticky-hot cock cream, trying not to lose a single precious drop.
She reached a pinnacle of pleasure she had never known existed in this world, a height so unbelievable, so dizzying, that her mind threatened to burst from the sheer physical pressure of the pleasure.
Then she heard Albert moaning behind her. "Oh God, oh God, what have I done? What have I done?"
She turned. Albert was squatting on his knees, his head again in his hands. Viola moved to him and trapped him on the forehead.
Just as Albert lifted his face from his hands, Viola spat her mouthful of Don's cum into his face.
Don laughed wildly as he dressed and left the room.
Don eased into her cabin. She was sitting up in the bed.
"I'll, get some sleep?"
"A little. Where were you? You were gone a long time."
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was that long. I had some business to take care of."
"Did you see..."
"As a matter of fact, I did. Everything's been taken care of."
"You didn't hurt him, did you?"
"Not in the way you mean, I didn't, no."
"What do you think I should do?"
"Just tell me about it," Jewell begged. "You really want to know?"
"Yes, all of it!"
Don told her every detail. By the time he was finished, Jewell had pushed down the covers and was clawing at her cunt.
"Jesus, can you believe it? I'm horny as hell!"
"I can believe it," Don smiled.
"I never want to see this Viola and Albert again, but first thing tomorrow we start working on the Joneses, okay?"
"It's a deal," Don replied. "But, until then... want to?" He was waving his hard dick in her direction.
"Yeah. But not in the asshole, okay?"
Chapter Ten
Don smiled as he walked down the passageway toward his cabin with Pam Jones on his arm. He was sure, as he ushered her into the sitting room, that Jewell was hard at it in the bedroom.
"Now we'll have that drink," Don said, his eyes taking in the full curves of Pam's body in the swimsuit. He'd found her by the pool.
"But where's Ken?" Pam asked. "You said he'd be here waiting."
"Oh, he and my girl friend are probably around somewhere."
Suddenly from the bedroom there was a loud, piercing wail, a woman's voice raised in agony or passion or both. It was followed by a man's voice.
"Oh shit, damn, Jewell... you fuck like a mink! Oooooeeeee!"
Pam Jones froze. Her face contorted with confused horror. She turned to Don. Her breath seemed choked in her throat like a lump of molten steel. "Wha... what was that?" she managed.
"I dunno. It sounded like a man. Like Ken!" he whispered. Pretending to be the picture of indignation and anger, he grabbed Pam's slender hand. "C'mon, let's see what the hell is going on!"
"But, I..."
They were interrupted by the sound of more words, this time from a woman's lips. Pam couldn't believe it, but the voice sounded exactly like Jewell's.
"Ooohhhh, yes, oh, yes, Ken! I love it, I love it like that! Now kiss me! Lick my cunt, lick my hot cunt before all the juice runs out! Ooohhhhhh!"
Pam was almost pulled off her feet by Don. She wanted to run. She tried to stall, to dig her heels into the carpet, but Don's strength was too much. They approached the bedroom door and looked in.
"You like fucking me, don't you, Ken?"
"Yeah, God, I like it! I love it! Your pussy is the greatest! It's sweet, so sweet!"
"Turn around, lover. I want to taste your cock while you suck me!"
There was silence for moment, and Pam heard the rustling of bodies on the sheet as the man -- no longer just a man, but her Ken, her husband -- turned to do as Jewell bid.
Pam took one quick glance, and her whole world shattered. She tried to scream, to yell, but the horror was too great.
There, right before her eyes, was her husband and Jewell Maxwell. They were lying on the bed, completely nude, their hands coursing over each other's hot, sweating bodies, their mouths and tongues buried in each other's thighs. They squirmed and writhed, the wet wounds of their mutual, sucking resounding through the air.
Don maintained his shocked, indignant expression as he saw his girl friend moaning with abandon while she sucked the huge, glistening cock sawing between her lips. He saw Ken's wildly bobbing head tear into the pink, tender flesh of Jewell's pussy. Inwardly, he was glowing with satisfaction. He felt his cock harden in his pants. He brushed against the sobbing Pam, feeling her firm curves mold themselves to his body. He had a sudden, almost overwhelming desire to grab her, strip her few wisps of clothes off and join the couple on the bed.
Almost hypnotically, Pam watched the fantastic sight before her. She gaped in disbelief, her eyes absorbed by the passionate writhing. Jewell was at a fevered pitch, her oval led mouth straining to almost swallow whole the rigid cock pumping between her cheeks. And as Pam watched, Jewell let the cock bury itself all the way up to Ken's pubic hair, so that none of the fleshy rod was left to view. My God, Pam thought, she must be choking with all of him in her throat that way!
Pam sucked in her breath as her husband took his hands and spread Jewell's fleshy inner thighs farther apart, his thumbs grazing her pussy as he splayed her cunt wide. Her moist slit was in full view, the throbbing surface matted with his saliva. Then Ken dropped his head again, and Jewell's writhing cunt was once more lost from sight. She moaned deep in her throat and locked her legs around his head, her hips moving with the rhythm of his fucking tongue.
Subconsciously, Pam found herself beginning to move with Jewell's undulations as Ken continued to lick the woman's crotch.
"I can't stand it!" she hissed to Don, steeling herself to cease the movements of her body. "Stop them please! We have to go in there and stop them!"
"Why?" Don said. "Why stop them? Why not do the same thing ourselves? Turnabout's fair play, Pam. Your husband's in there sucking and fucking my girl. Why don't you and I do the same?"
Pam turned into him and felt the hard ridge of his dick curving up along her belly. She looked down between them and saw the fist-sized head of his cock staring back at her.
She gasped and took a step back. His dick fell forward and she gasped again. It was the longest, thickest cock she'd ever seen. It was twice as big as Ken's, and it was impossible to take her eyes off of it or stop the juice from running down to soak her panties because of it.
Then, as if in a dream, she felt her body being drawn against Don's. She felt a hand touch her shoulder, an arm go around her and draw her close. Dimly, she knew the smell of a man in her nostrils. She allowed herself to be pressed close against his firm, supporting chest, lowering her head there and trying.
Don felt her warm body pressed tightly to his, smelled the heady fragrance of her hair and body. Goddamn, it was going to be good all right; it was really going to be good. He felt a throbbing ache in his balls, and the blood was beginning to pound hotly in his cock, making little tingling sensations race back and forth across the swelling head. He couldn't wait much longer, that was for sure. He had to have her pretty soon now, because if he didn't, he was going to blow his whole load.
Slowly, Don began to remove her clothes. Pam didn't stop him. Then he was taking his clothes off and her hands were working over his well-muscled body.
"I want you," he moaned. "I want to eat you, and fuck you, and lick the juice from your hot cunt."
And, wonder of wonders, Pam heard her own voice answering him. "I do, too. I want to do all of that with you, Don!"
"C'mon, let's go into the bedroom."
"WITH THEM?" Pam cried.
"There are two double beds in there," Don smiled.
"You mean, we'll be doing it next to each other? I... I mean, Jewell and Ken will be right there?"
"Does the idea turn you off?"
"Well..." She stopped, considering. No, damn it, the idea didn't turn her off. In fact, it rather excited her. She could feel his prick jerk convulsively. "No," she said finally. "No, it doesn't! Actually, it's pretty exciting!"
"Isn't it?" Don grinned.
Pam followed her down the narrow hallway. The master bedroom was large, with the two wide double beds set close together. Don didn't turn on any lights, but there was a full moon and its shine penetrated the undraped windows at the far end, illuminating the room as brightly as if there had been a small lamp lit.
Quietly they slid into the unoccupied bed. Jewell and Ken were so immersed in each other's crotches that they didn't even notice the new couple's arrival.
Pam glanced over at her rooting husband. I'll show you, you bastard!
"It's all yours, lover," she said, stepping nimbly to the bed and then lying down and stretching her body out full length with cat-like grace. She drew her legs apart to allow Don to see the glistening and already damp folds of her pulsating cunt. "All yours to do whatever you want. What do you want to do, lover?"
Don's eyes were hotly fastened between her widespread legs. "I want to suck you first!" he hissed feverishly, feeling his cock jerk with desire. "I want you to come on my tongue!"
"Then do it, lover!" Pam urged, rolling her hips in slow, rhythmic circles on the bedspread, kneading her tits with the palms of her hands. "But get high up! Let me see that beautiful, hard cock of yours! I want to took at it and hold it in my hand while you eat my pussy!"
Feverishly, his mind whirling with crazed lust, Don knelt and stared down at her dewy cuntal slit. Pam reached down and took hold of his thick, throbbing, blood-swollen cock and began to kiss it gently, teasingly, her thumb tickling its opening, using the cum which had begun to seep from it to moisten the entire head until it glistened it the pale light.
Finally, with a low moan of desire, Don flung himself at her. His mouth ground into her wet cunt, his tongue driving into the tiny opening with the force of a cock. Pam cried out softly in ecstasy, jackknifing her legs upward to encircle his neck, raising her squirming buttocks off the bed, her hands still stroking his cock with her and between her ass and the yielding mattress.
"That's it, lover," she crooned. "Ohhhhh, yesss, that's nice! Fuck me with your tongue, ohhhhh, lover, fuck me with your long hard tongue until I come!"
"Mmmmmm," Don gurgled deep in his throat, his mouth pressed tightly to her cuntal mouth, his tongue fucking in and out of her hole in wild abandon.
Then he moved his head from her cunt and whispered in her ear. "I want to fuck you, Pam. Now... right now, I want to fuck you in the asshole!"
Pam stiffened for a brief instant at the words, at the idea of her asshole being torn by his huge, bloated prick. But then the sight of her husband licking between Jewell's legs, and the feel of Don's hard cock, sent more ripples of desire surging though her body. Well, why not? Why shouldn't she let a man fuck her from behind?
She turned her head slightly and whispered, "Yes! Yes, Don, fuck me back there! Put your cock between my legs back there! I want you to, Don, I want you to!"
Don took Pam's tiny waist in his hands and turned her, forcing her down onto the wildly sucking couple on the other bed. He knelt behind her, holding his great prick in one hand only inches from the tiny, puckered ring of her asshole, while his eyes feasted on Ken's insane licking of Jewell's insatiable cunt.
Slowly, tantalizingly, he inserted the tip of his forefinger into Pam's asshole, wiggling it around inside, drawing whimpers of increasing desire from Pam's throat. He released his cock then and used both hands to draw wide apart her glistening, upraised buttocks. He stretched the rubbery opening wide with his thumbs. He leaned forward, so that the hard, fleshy head of his prick rested against Pam's tiny hole. He moved his hips, teasing the shaft along the crevice, poising it finally at the crinkly little entrance.
Pam was trembling with a mixture of momentary fear at what was about to happen, and intense lusting anticipation of it. She could feel the huge, bulbous head of Don's prick resting at her asshole and she thought, it'd going to hurt, oh God, it's going to hurt when he shoves all that gigantic cock into me. But I don't care, I want it to hurt, I want him to fuck me there! God, I'm so hot! I'm so hot I can't stand it! I can see Ken there, sucking Jewell's pussy, reveling in it, sopping up all of her juices, and it's making me so damned hot!
"Aaaaaggghhhh!" she screamed then, as a violent, shuddering pain rippled through her body. With a brutal forward thrust, Don had bored his mighty cock far up into her tight asshole.
He clutched hard at her hips, flexing again as he thrust still deeper into her asshole, into the warm depths of her shit passage. The pressure pushed her forward, pushing her head down into the chenille bedspread and prevented her from watching the actions of her husband and Jewell on the next bed.
"Oooooohhh!" Pam moaned. "Ooohhh, God, Don, it hurts! Oh, I can't take it! It hurts too much!"
"Just relax, honey, just relax and fuck back," Don panted. "It'll stop hurting in a little while, I promise."
Pam obeyed, grinding her ass back against his cock. Suddenly, her asshole grew accustomed to the great prick. She was overwhelmed by a sudden burst of desire. Yes, yes, she was beginning to like it! Her head flailed from side to side and she rammed back hard against his pistoning prick, feeling his balls resound as his belly smacked wildly against the upturned cheeks of her ass.
"Ohhhh, yesss, Don, you were right! It's goooood!" Her breath was coming in great gasps. "Oh, Don, fuck it, fuck it harder, fuck my asshole harder!"
The sudden scream of tortured agony had made Ken freeze, his tongue buried in Jewell's cunt, his teeth nibbling at one of her luscious cunt lips. That had been Pam. Christ, what the hell was going on?
He wanted to raise his head, but Jewell's hands were urgent in his hair and she was moaning for him to continue the torturous sucking of her pussy, moaning that she was nearing her climax, moaning for him to hurry, hurry, hurry!
Ken resumed his tonguing of her open cunt, and then, "Ooohhhh! Ohhhh, God, Don, it hurts! It hurts! Oh, I can't take it, it hurts too much!"
And then Don's harsh, panting words reached his ears. "Just relax, honey, just relax and kick back! It'll stop hurting in a little while, I promise!"
Goddamn, that is Pam, Ken thought. He struggled to lift Jewell's body from his face.
"No, NO! Oh God, Ken... MAKE MY CUNT COME!"
Again, Pam's voice screamed at his ears. "Ohhhh, yess, Don, you were right, it's gooooood! Oh, Don, fuck it, fuck it harder, fuck my asshole harder!"
Her asshole! My God, Ken thought, he's fucking her in the asshole! Suddenly, he had to see it. He simply had to see this vile, depraved attack on his lovely wife. His hands came up to pull Jewell's clasping legs from around his neck, oblivious to her cries of, "Lover, for God's sake, don't stop now! Don't stop, I'm almost there!" He pulled his head from between her legs, bracing himself upward, his eyes swiveling to the opposite bed.
What he saw there -- Don's huge pummeling cock disappearing, drawing part way out, disappearing again in the tiny, puckered opening of his wife's naked rectum -- caused Ken's cock to jerk convulsively, wildly, almost as if he were about to come.
He stared at his wife's flailing head, her madly undulating buttocks jerking back against Don's driving prick, her full, firm tits dancing and jiggling below her chest as she writhed and twisted and bucked every which way under the attack.
And then realization set in, and with it, anger. My wife is fucking another man! She's getting fucked in the ass by another man!
Ken threw Jewell's body from him and jumped from the bed. He ran to the door and flipped on the light.
"JESUS CHRIST!"
"Yes, yes, look, Ken! LOOK!" Pam squealed at him. "Look at the big, beautiful cock that's fucking my asshole! I LOVE IT, KEN! I LOVE IT AND I WANT A LOT MORE OF IT!"
Ken stared in horror, the bile churning in his stomach. This couldn't be happening, not to his sweet, faithful little wife!
Pam's head was pressed against the bedspread, her eyes now tightly shut. Behind her, Don heaved forward like a rampaging bull, his eyes also squeezed tightly shut, his fingers clawing at the soft white moons of Ken's wife's buttocks.
In a choked, barely audible voice, the result of his ever-increasing shock, Ken said, "Pam, Pam, you can't do this! You can't want this!"
"I DO!" she barked, her eyes snapping open and blazing at him. "This is EXACTLY WHAT I WANT!"
"No, no," Ken cried.
"Yes, Ken, YES!"
Then, to his further horror, Ken saw Jewell cross to his wife. She slid under Pam's face and slowly pulled Pam's face down to her cunt.
"Eat me honey. That husband of yours is a drag!"
"Yes," Pam moaned. "Fuck me and let me suck. Give me your CUNT!"
"Where are you going, Viola?"
"To the bar. Maybe I'll find someone else to screw. He won't have a dick like Don's, but then who does?"
"You bitch," Albert hissed.
"Bastard!"
"What for, asshole!" she sneered.
"Because I want to fuck you!"
"Shit." Viola crossed toward the door.
Albert grabbed her and threw her across the bed. He ripped her dress and her panties into shreds.
"My, my, aren't we getting masterful?"
Albert rammed his face into his wife's cunt and began to suck and lap like a man who hadn't seen a pussy in years. Viola screamed as he manipulated his face, tongue, lips and nose in her hot cunt.
It was true what her husband had said about her. She was always ready for sex. All that had to be made was the suggestion that someone might eat or fuck her and her cunt was dripping as though it had been played with for hours. Even after she would come and come and come, her pussy never really dried out. Viola knew that she was a nympho, but she was very happy that she was made that way. Now she was getting ready to come and she began to scream at Albert.
"SUCK, BABY! SUCK! USE YOUR TONGUE! I'M GONNA COME! SUCK MY CUNT, EAT MY JUICE! SUCK IT ALL, YOU ASSHOLE!"
Come, come, you dirty bitch, Albert thought, and make it a good one! It's the last come you'll ever have!
Ken followed the crowd down the gangway. He didn't know really what he was going to do. He would take a plane home.
He wondered how his mother would react to the divorce. He was sure she would understand, especially when Ken told her how he had caught Pam fucking around.
Pam took her mouth off the man's cock and smiled up at him. "Aren't you awfully young to be a steward?"
"I'm twenty," the young man gulped.
"Do you like the way I suck cock?"
"Good. Then you'll come see me a lot on the return trip, won't you?"
"God, yes."
"Good. And there's another couple on board that I'm sure you'd love to meet," Pam said, and shocked the young man by taking the full length of his cock down her throat.
Don and Jewell strolled the deck until most of the other passengers were off. They were in no hurry. Don had already rented a place on the island and arranged for four young native boys and girls to meet them there later.
It was going to be one hell of a night.
They came across several groups of people in buzzing knots. Policemen were everywhere. Through the crowd they saw two stretchers.
"What's going on?" Jewell asked.
"How should I know?" Don said, showing no curiosity.
"Don't you want to find out?"
"As long as we're not sinking, I personally couldn't care less."
Jewell spotted a ship's steward and waved him over. "What's all the commotion about?"
"A murder... and a suicide," he replied. "A nice couple. I think their name was... yes, here it is... Marsh. Viola and Albert Marsh."
"No shit?" Don whistled though his teeth, but the steward had moved away.
"Was Viola a good fuck?" Jewell said.
"As good as me?"
"I never compare women, darling."
"What will we do after this cruise, Don?"
"Take another one," he replied.
"Oh, good! Let's go around the world, I'd love to fuck my way around the world!"
"That's my girl," Don laughed. "Take it where you can find it!"
