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!