Jeff Collins - The hottest wives

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."