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."
"Oh, God, yes! Fuck me, please… please fuck me!"
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."