Chapter 12
As the ship continued on its cruise, Yvonne couldn't help wondering if she would ever find anyone with whom she could be compatible. All of the men that she'd enjoyed sex with were one-night stands. She felt she owed it to herself to go hunting for someone.
There was one man who was married that she found very appealing. He was a blond fellow and he was on a honeymoon with his redheaded wife. Yvonne gave him the eye when his wife looked away a moment as they sat at the next table.
That evening when the man was strolling alone on the deck, she deliberately walked next to him.
"What a gorgeous night," she told him.
"Yes," he nodded, "but my wife doesn't feel so well."
"You're the newlyweds, aren't you?" Yvonne smiled.
"Yes," he told her. "How did you know?"
"People will talk," Yvonne grinned.
After she'd spoken a few moments, she became quite bold.
"Oh, it's a pity that your wife doesn't feel well on ship," she told him.
"Yes, I'm afraid Helen gets sea sick. It's too bad."
"Yes, I imagine it is," Yvonne said slyly, "as I'm sure that you were eager to express your deepest feelings for her."
"I still can," he told her. "I went to the pharmacy and got her some tablets for her stomach."
"I wasn't referring to that kind of feeling," Yvonne laughed. "I mean, your basic sex instincts. Many men enjoy expressing it over and over on their honeymoon, don't they?"
He nodded.
"It's a strange thing," Yvonne told him. "I happen to be on this ship alone, too. My husband was going to join me. It was our fifth anniversary."
"I guess we have something in common," he laughed.
"Yes, we do," she sighed. "We are married people but we're alone."
At this point Yvonne made her boldest suggestion.
"Actually, however, I think that the most important thing is forgetting one is married when sex needs come into view."
"You are one of those modern moralists," he laughed.
"Aren't you?" she teased him.
"No, I'm not," Ken told her. "I believe in loyalty."
"But the first loyalty is to oneself," Yvonne reminded him, "and, Ken, you aren't being fair if you feel the need of sex and you have no way to express it. It's a pity, too. Because I feel that it would be perfectly all right, for example, if you and I got together in bed tonight."
"You do have a point," Ken told her.
"Yes, I do," she nodded.
Ken's eyes glanced down to her bosoms. He could see that she was wearing a low-cut dress and the cleavage was tempting him.
"I knew I would enjoy having sex with you, Ken, the first minute I laid eyes on you."
"How can you tell about things like that?"
"Just something about the way you looked," she told him. "Your eyes, your smile."
"My smile?" Ken laughed. "Don't tell me I have a toothpaste smile?"
"You have a sexy smile," she insisted.
Before long she was pressing against him. Ken could not resist her.
"We'd better go to my cabin," she whispered.
Ken followed like a dog on a leash. She put the double bolt on the cabin door and then she went over to him and unzipped his fly. She fumbled around for his cock. She pulled it out and admired its length.
"You see," she smiled, "your cock was ready for loving."
She took a towel and tossed it on his penis.
"Hey, that's a good towel rack," she laughed.
Ken undressed swiftly. So did Yvonne. When he caught sight of Yvonne's big breasts he knew what he wanted to do.
He went over to them and fondled them. His finger tips played around with them and then he bent over and sucked on them. She loved the feeling of his mouth pressing against her bosoms.
"Oh, Ken," she panted, "you don't know what you do to me when you lick on them. You know just how to nibble my tits to turn me on."
Ken was pleased that he'd found someone who could accommodate his sexual lusts. It was true. Helen had been unable to give him the sexual release that he needed. For she was too ill from the sea sickness. But Yvonne was ready to be screwed and he knew it.
His hand reached down to pat her pussy.
"Oh, baby, slip your tongue in there," she told him.
"I like the box," Ken smiled as he knelt before her crotch.
She reached down and fondled his hair as she pumped her pelvis. He grasped her ass cheeks and let his tongue slip along her slit.
"Stab it in there," she begged. "Let me feel it. Show me no mercy."
Ken's hot tongue lashed at her crotch.
"Yes, baby, yes," she begged him, "that's what I want you to do. Eat me. Come on, baby, eat my pussy. Suck me off."
She guided Ken's tongue movements.
"Perhaps I can give you some pointers for when you are making it with Helen. There's nothing a woman loves more than having her pussy sucked. I suppose you know that from your high school lover days. Now, Ken, whip it around the love button. That's it. Up and down. Slow. Not too fast. Easy does it."
Ken's tongue gently, caressed her clit. It was swollen and excited. He could tell. His hands gripped her buttocks.
"That's what I want you to do," she told him. "Suck on my twat. Now, lover, now."
He let his tongue swing around inside of her velvety box. Passionately he licked up and down her clit. Then he nibbled her. Yvonne couldn't hold back much longer. Ken's magnificent tongue movements at her crotch had her cuming.
"I'm cuming," she exclaimed. "Ohhh, yes, suck me. Suck me!"
He was really fascinated with sucking and eating her.
When he got to his feet she saw that his cock needed sucking and loving. For when she noticed his thick penis sticking out, she observed it was starting to drip juice.
Yvonne pulled him by his penis over to the bed.
"Get on the bed, baby," she told him, "and spread your legs for me. I'm gonna get down there and lick all around your ass crack."
It excited Ken to have her tongue sliding along his ass cheeks. He held his legs up and reached down to grip her head and watch her.
"Go ahead," he told her, "suck me. That's it. Suck my cock. And play with my balls and eat my ass out."
She was going to do all that and more. Before the night was over she knew she'd do everything with him. For Ken really appealed to her.
Grasping his rock-hard cock, she observed his balls swinging as she pulled. At the same time she let her tongue lash at his ass crack.
"Stick your tongue up my asshole," he told her. "Go ahead. Now."
Her tongue swung up his rectum. He thrilled to the sensation of her tongue sliding up his ass crack. Seconds later, she was slipping her tongue back and forth along his balls.
"Beautiful," he told her. "That's what I want you to do. Come on, lick my nuts."
Passionately she sucked on Ken's big balls. And then she let her tongue swing up to his penis. She licked lovingly the length of his slippery, long shaft. Finally she plunged her mouth over his cock. He enjoyed the sight of her head bobbing up and down the length of his penis.
"Eat me," he asked her. "Suck me. That's what I want you to do, darling. Suck my cock off. Come on. Suck it. Suck good."
She let her mouth move in magnificent sexual waves as she sucked on Ken's penis. He got hotter and hotter.
"Eat me," he begged anxiously. "Come on, suck it off. That's the way I want it. Suck, baby, suck."
It wasn't going to be much longer now. His hot, white cum load was ready to spurt in her mouth.
"Yes, baby, yes," he told her excitedly, "that's what I want. Suck me. Suck me."
The erotic sensations had her shaking at this point. And this pleased her. For she realized she had made a real imprint on Ken's body. She clasped his ass cheeks firmly. She squeezed and adored them as she sucked on his long, slippery penis.
"Eat my cock," Ken begged. "Suck it off. Get the juice."
He enjoyed having her head bobbing up and down. He liked to press his cock to the back of her throat. Then Ken throat fucked her.
"Oh, baby, I'm really loving this. Stick your finger up my asshole while I massage your throat."
Parting Ken's ass crack, she eased her index finger right up his rectum. At the same time Ken held her in place as he vigorously fucked her face.
"Eat it," he told her. "Suck it. Come on, suck it. That's the way to do it."
The passionate lovemaking that continued was going to end in a sticky white climax in a second. She could hardly wait for that moment when she would taste his sperm load.
"Eat it," Ken gasped as he thrust hard. "Oh, baby, suck it out. Get every drop of me."
All at once his hot, white cum shot into her mouth. She gulped joyously.
"Yes, yes," he told her, "go ahead. That's the way to do it. Oh, yes. I love it."
Suddenly his hot white cum flashed in her mouth. She gulped hungrily.
"Fuck," he told her. "Fuck with your mouth and swallow my stuff. That's the way, eat it. Oh, suck me off. Suck every drop of it."
His hot, white cum juice spilled in her mouth. She sucked hungrily.
"Yes, yes," he cried ecstatically, "eat it all. That's the way. Suck it out. Suck it, suck."
Passionately she ate him. When he had finished giving her the kicks she had wanted, she smiled at him adoringly.
"You sure tasted good, Ken."
Ken's cock was still hard.
"Let me fuck you," he told her. "I've been waiting so long to screw my wife. I really need it. I never needed it more in my life."
She knew that he was telling her the truth.
"What do you want to do?"
"I want to slide it in your pussy."
She rolled over on her back. She spread her legs and patted her mound. Ken straddled her. First he brushed his thick cock head across her pussy hairs. This got her more anxious for it.
"Give it to me," she whispered enticingly. "Go ahead, honey, fuck me."
Ken spared nothing. With a deep, penetrating cock stab he moved forward.
"Ohhh, yes," he cried ecstatically, "that's what I want. Fuck it."
With a determined cock stab he rode into her. She was more and more excited at this point.
"Yes, yes," he cried ecstatically, "that's what I want. Fuck."
With rock-hard cock stabs he went on assaulting her pussy. She clasped Ken's buttocks. She squeezed his ass cheeks as he furiously fucked her.
"I want it," she cried ecstatically. "Every fucking inch of it. Give it to me, baby."
Ken plunged his rigid cock into her. He found that she was so excited now that she was pressing her breasts against him. She was grasping his ass cheeks firmly. She wanted to feel his hot sperm spilling into her pussy.
"Fuck me, Ken," she cried anxiously. "Yes. That's what I want. Come on, baby, do me."
It wasn't going to be much longer before Ken's rigid cock exploded in her.
"Fuck me," she whispered anxiously. "Fuck me. I need it, Ken. You don't know how much. Fuck me. Fuck!"
At a faster pace he went on plunging his rigid penis into her pussy. All of the sudden he couldn't stand it any longer.
"I'm cuming," he exclaimed excitedly. "Fuck off. Fuck."
Passionately he went on thrusting into her. All of the sudden his hot juices exploded.
"Oh, I'm there," he gasped. "Milk my big pecker."
She clasped his rigid cock in her pussy. He was so excited now that he kept shooting. The hot, white spray pleased her. She could tell how much he enjoyed it.
"Yes, yes," she urged him, "fuck it off."
Ken gave her himself completely. He went on jabbing it into her as his penis continued spurting its sperm.
When he'd finished he pulled his dripping-with-cum cock out of her.
"Thank you, Yvonne," he smiled.
"Thank you, Ken," she smiled back at him.
The expression on his face indicated to her just how much he'd enjoyed it.
After he had gone, someone was knocking at the door. It was bugging her.
"Who is it?" she asked.
"I have a message for you," a voice replied.
There was a familiar ring to the voice and she wondered who it was. When she opened the door, there stood Neal.
"What are you doing here?"
"I just wanted to see how you were," he told her.
"Fine thing," she shook her head. "I gave you a good time the other day and then I never see you again. Now, tonight, you come at this late hour and say you want to see me. I'm afraid it's too late. I'm sorry."
The young boy placed his foot in the door.
"I'm gonna come in here and screw you," he told her.
"Please, leave me alone," she whispered, "I'm tired."
She turned around. But Neal wouldn't listen to her. He marched in just the same. He unzipped his fly and reached for his penis.
"Put it back in your pants," she told him. "I want to get some sleep."
"I'm gonna get some sex," the young boy said directly, "and you're gonna suck it off for me."
"The hell I am," she snapped angrily, "and you're not gonna make me. Do you understand?"
"No," he said emphatically. "I understand just one thing. I know I've got a hard-on and it needs servicing."
"Go find someone else," she shuddered.
He went over to the bed where she was lying. He wasted no time in straddling her. He didn't bother to take off his pants. He pointed his thick, meaty penis at her mouth.
"Eat it," he told her. "Go ahead and suck off my cock."
He was becoming more and more disgusted every moment.
"I said, suck it," he told her. "Go ahead."
Finally Yvonne reluctantly opened her mouth. She did not like the idea at all. She tried to cooperate as little as possible. She refused to place her hands on his hips or help him. Instead, she gave him a rather uninspired cock suck.
"You can do it better," he told her. "Now give me a good job of blowing cock."
Finally she was doing it better.
"Suck me," he told her. "Come on. I'll feed you the stuff. You know you like it. You want to swallow it. I'll give it to you. Suck. Suck!"
His voice was louder now. She hated having him speak so loud. She was certain that the walls would have ears. She wondered who was in the cabin next door.
"Eat it," he told her.
She didn't have long to wonder. For seconds later the door was opened. Neal's mother stood there aghast.
"Neal!" she exclaimed. "What in hell are you doing?"
"Trying to get my rocks off, mom," he shook his head angrily. "Now get the fuck out."
"I will not," she said indignantly. "You're a minor. That evil woman has seduced you."
That got Yvonne so angry she pulled her mouth off the young boy's penis and snapped back, "He forced himself on me. It was rape."
"Rape, my ass," Neil's mother shook her head "Everyone on this ship knows what you are. You're a hustler. Now leave my son alone, if you don't mind."
Neal shook his head.
"I didn't pay her nothing, mom. I just asked her to do it. She did it before for nothing."
"You wretch," Neal's mother said as she came over to the bed and began pummeling her.
Protectively Neal put his hands over her. Just then the Captain came in the door.
"Ah, an orgy," he grinned. "Do you care if I join the party?"
Yvonne didn't find that funny.
"Get out," she exclaimed. "All of you. Get out!"
Finally they all left her alone.
When she got home and her husband Daryl asked her about the cruise, she shook her head.
"It was dull. Didn't meet anyone I cared for."
"Is that so, honey?" he asked anxiously. "I was hoping you wouldn't run off with some man you met."
"No chance, love," she told him. "Now with you here. No way. You know I'm loyal to you."
"I figured you were," Daryl smiled proudly. "I didn't see any reason why you'd go chasing after another man when I can offer you so much."