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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.