Authors: Jane Prescott
As she walked around the deck she neared the front of the ship. The top deck didn't extend to cover the whole ship, but it almost did. It came to a point that Jen couldn't help but lean her naked body over, her hands on the rails, her breasts hanging in the wind. So many people were looking at her completely naked from the top deck, and now some of the decks below that could see her, that she didn't know what to call the feeling she was feeling. It made her wonder if maybe her true calling in life hadn't been some kind of high end stripper or escort. She knew she could have made a killing off of sleeping with senators and other people with too much money to lose not to pay her five hundred dollars an hour to insure that she kept everything that happened to herself. But would that have made her happy? Was she happy now, anyway? Had she even been happy before her husband left with the kids? The questions tumbled over and over in her mind as she looked at some of the spume sent up by the boat as it splashed onto very front of the ship.
Hands slipped around her waist, but not in a way that made her feel like someone was trying to cop a feel or be sleazy. Instead the hands felt well worn and friendly, like the hands of someone just trying to help her. She released her grip from the rails and clasped the hands around her waist in her own. Without looking back to see who it was she nuzzled her head into the person behind her. She hoped it wasn't some teenage boy that somehow had the hands of a grown man, because it it was she was going to scream at him and ask him where in the hell his mother was. But it couldn't be someone like that because you had to be twenty-one to use the top deck, although no one had checked her ID when she'd walked up.
“Ben?” Jen asked.
“That's right,” Ben said into her ear quietly. “You are certainly a sight to behold leaning out so dangerously over the deck like this. And with no clothes on at all, your hair fluttering in the wind.
“Do I look good,” Jen asked.
Ben lifted her up and turned to set her down so that he was between her and the rail. It was the first time that Jen got to see Ben in real life, and the first time that she got to see him naked. Ben had the body of a Greek God, as if chiseled from granite. His eyes were a sea foam green, and his long blonde hair flowed in the wind like it was alive. She could feel his eyes taking in her breasts and hips, all of her curves, so without even hiding it she looked down to see what he was packing between his legs. Without being able to stop herself she gasped and threw both of her hands up to cover her mouth with the very tips of her extended fingers. Ben threw his head back and laughed.
“Well I'm glad you're impressed, I guess,” he said.
But he wasn't smug about it, and as he offered her his arm and started to walk around the rest of the top deck she knew that he wasn't gong to bring it up again or make a big deal out of it. That was something that she really liked in a guy, the ability to take into account that something like what had just happened had happened without making it into something that had to embarrass the person they were with. But was he really with her at this point? Jen didn't want to get ahead of herself, but realized as she glanced back down at his big cock that if they were walking around naked in public together, with her on his arm, then they might as well be considered “together,” at least for the present.
“So,” Ben said. “You know a little bit about me and I know a little bit about you, but in all reality we both know next to nothing. So I'll go first. My name is Ben and I'm in my early forties. I've never been married and don't have any kids, although I do have such a large family that consider some of their children to be like my own. I'm a traveling musician that does the whole guitar singing thing. I don't mean to demean it but there does seem to be a lot of pretentiousness floating around about being a starving artist and I just don't want to add to it. You know what I mean? I very well chose this life for myself, and I do say that it's worked out so far, so I don't want people to think that it's some kind of burden that I get to do my thing.”
Jen nodded, looking up into his piercing eyes.
“I know what you mean,” Jen said. “Remember Myspace and how so many people made artist accounts and threw up a few songs so they could consider themselves an 'artist.' But then sure enough, before long, they'd all be asking for some kind of hand out because they didn't really have a decent set, or any good material, or often times any talent to speak of whatsoever. I'm sure you know the type. Those are the kind of people I think of when I think of people taking the whole starving artist thing too far.”
Jen realized there were even more people looking at them then before. She wondered what was so peculiar about the two of them walking around arm in arm, besides they were naked of course. Jen looked at peoples' eyes to gauge exactly what they were looking at, and followed their gaze to Ben's thick cock. It had grown longer and thicker than the last time she'd seen it, which made sense because Ben had made a joke on the internet one time about being a grower and not a shower. But even with the how his dick didn't show right away, so to speak, didn't mean that she hadn't gotten a very goo idea of what kind of dick it was when she'd seen it early. But now it was clearly becoming aroused and she couldn't pry her eyes away from it.
“Um,” Ben said. “Well, I guess I get to be the teenager that can't hang in public because the person he is with is so good looking. I don't mean to be rude or anything but maybe I need to retire to my room to take a cold shower or something. You understand I'm sure. Men have a hard time controlling their cocks, as so many jokes point out, and this is a good example of mine getting away from me. Hopefully I haven't offended you!
Jen knew that this was her chance to really get her fit in the door with Ben, literally. If she went back to his room now and did whatever it would be way easier to ask if they could hand out for the whole cruise instead of being just a one time thing.
“You know, I need to shower as well,” Jen said. “Maybe we should both head to your room together?”
Ben smiled and steered her toward the stairs that would take them down to the passenger quarters. Jen became very nervous, much more nervous than she was used to being. She didn't know if she was doing the right thing and right now there was no one to ask.
“Oh my God,” Ben said. “I almost forgot. We need to get dressed!”
So they did, and by the time they met up again at the stairs Ben had made a decent sized tent of his swim trunks. By the time they made it to the room they were running their hands all over each other. Jen had been toying with the idea of not putting out and just hanging out, but when they walked in the room she practically jumped out of her clothes and bent herself over her the bed. Without wasting any time Ben got behind her and rubbed the head of his throbbing cock up and down her slit. She arched her back and pushed back into him, but Ben didn't want to just give it to her, she quickly realized, he wanted to make her beg for it. So he kept playing just the tip, just a little bit of the tip.
“Oh, God, Ben, please fuck me. I need your big cock so bad. You have no idea. I'll I want is to get fucked. All I could think of while we were on the top deck was you fucking me. All I want you to do is fuck me. So please, Ben, please stop teasing me and just give it to me!”
Ben wouldn't give it to her though. He'd reach around and play with her breasts, giving her nipples a few good tweaks. Jen could tell he was going to keep playing just the tip, and maybe even make her suck his dick, before she got any of his dick. Unless she could talk so raunchy he got so turned on he just couldn't wait.
“Fuck me, Ben,” Jen said. “Fuck me hard, baby. All I want to feel is your fat, thick, long, hard cock pounding my fucking pussy. So please, for the love of God split me open with that big thing. I want it Ben. I want it so fucking bad. I knew that when I got on this fucking cruise liner that you were going to use that big cock on me and I was going to love every second of it. So use it on me and don't keep me waiting any longer!”
Ben laughed and slapped his fat cock against her slit. She reached back and played with his balls, then tried to grab his cock and guide it into her herself, but Ben wouldn't let her. He was hell bent on making her really, really beg for it. But she could tell she was going to get what she wanted and that made her happy. There wasn't anything like getting the guy you want, and that was just what this cruise was all about. Her husband wanted to be an ass and leave her for no reason? Fine. She would fuck this guy like there was no tomorrow, and his big cock would make her come again and again.
“Ben,” Jen said, more urgently this time, like she really meant it. “You had better fuck me. I fucking mean it. I don't know why you want to tease me so much. I mean, I get that it's a turn on, but I just want you to fuck me! Please, for the love of fucking God stick your big tool in my pussy already! What else do I have to say!? What else do I have to do!? I've already stripped naked and thrown myself across your bed!”
Ben started to rock his hips forward. Jen tried to push her's back into him but he held her hips where they were.
“Just you wait,” Ben said. “I know you want to be a little slut and take my dick for all you're worth, and you will, but I want to slide it in slow. I want to take my time. I don't want to be rushed just because you want me to be rushed. I want to ease it into you inch by inch and I want you to want it more and more every second that I don't do that.”
Jen couldn't believe that he was still making her wait. She knew that her pussy was ready for him, she could feel her juices dripping down her thighs. Her pussy felt like it was on fire it wanted cock so bad. What was she going to have to do?
“Listen, Ben,” Jen said. “I know this might be a turn off to hear.”
She was panting she wanted it so bad. Her whole body was near vibrating. All she wanted to do was get fucked.
“But please, just listen,” she said. “My husband just left me and I really need this. I know you probably hear something stupidly along those lines all the time, but seriously, I need this more than you realize. So please, can you just use me like your little fuck doll? I want your cock in me more than anything. So please, for the love of God, fuck me!”
With that Ben slid all the way into her and Jen nearly blacked out. She'd never taken a cock as big as his before, ever. She had no idea how big Ben's dick was, but rock hard in her pussy it didn't leave room for anything else at all. She was completely filled to the brim, and he was inside of her to the hilt, so she figured so far so good, even though she had no idea how she was going to be able to get fucked by something to large without passing out.
“How does that feel?” Ben asked. “It's not too big is it? That's why I wanted to ease it in, but you insisted that I just give it to you, so I felt like I had to.”
“It's great, Ben,” she said. “Now I want you to fuck me as hard as you can.”
Ben pushed down on her ass cheeks so that her pelvis was flat on the bed and started to fuck her. His rhythm was slow and steady at first, but it kept getting faster and faster. The tempo, she realized, was going to crescendo at Ben pounding her pussy as fast as he could. She couldn't wait for it.
“You like that? Do you like that you little slut? I bet you fucking do! The way you begged me for my cock was so fucking hot. I want you to know that I'm going to come in that sweet little mouth of yours so it can really be as dirty as you want it to be. I bet you were never this dirty with your husband, were you? I bet not. I bet he didn't have a cock like mine at all, and you had to put up with fucking a little dicked loser. Well no anymore!”
Jen couldn't answer. There was no way she could do anything but moan. She hoped that she wasn't drooling or anything embarrassing like that, but at the same time she really didn't care. She felt so fucking good, and Ben's cock was going to make her come so fucking hard—she could already tell.
“Are you going to come?” Ben asked. “I can feel how tight your pussy is gripping my cock. I know you want to come. You don't need to act like you don't want to come.”
Jen didn't know how she was acting like she didn't want to come but she could feel an orgasm unlike anything she'd ever felt building up inside of her. It was going to be one of those orgasm that made her see stars.
“Fuck me, baby,” she said. “I'm going to come. I'm so close. I'm so close. Please, just keep fucking me. I'll I want is for you to fuck me harder! Oh God, please!”
Just then she came, and her world when black for a second. When she came to her body was convulsing with wave after wave of pleasure. It felt so good she didn't know what to do besides bury her face in the mattress and moan like a whore. There was nothing like getting some good, strong, strange dick from someone who looked like a super model. The orgasm lasted a few minutes, and when it finally calmed down she realized that Ben was still rock hard inside of her.
“Fuck me until you come, baby,” Jen said looking back at Ben. “I want to feel you come inside of me.”