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!"