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That morning on the way to the ship, Jewell felt at peace with herself – totally relaxed. It was because she had spent the evening and most of the night fucking – first Ned, for the last time, and then Mavis – also for the last time.

She'd never see them again. She hoped they would think that her pussy had been worth five hundred dollars, because she never intended paying them back a dime.

She had left Mavis in the wee hours of the morning and returned to her own bed. As she lay in bed, her body still alive with the feel of Mavis' tongue, she thought about the coming cruise.

Her thoughts were full of long, fat tongues, each one driving up her cunt, each one licking her pussy out. And then she thought of the cocks – the big beautiful cocks ramming her cunt, her asshole, her mouth.

Ah, yes, it was going tote a beautiful cruise!

Suddenly she was bumped from behind and neatly crashed into the woman in front, of her. Hands, strong hands, grasped and held her steady.

"I'm terribly sorry," he said.

"Oh, that's all right," Jewell replied, studying his body, trying to gauge the size of his cock by the bulge in his pants.

"It was clumsy of me."

"I'm fine." Jewell noticed the wedding ring on his hand. A shame, she thought, he's cute and he's got a nice body.

"I'm Kenny Jones. Are you taking the cruise?"

"Yes. Jewell Maxwell. How do you do?"

"I'll do a lot better if you have a drink with me later."

"Oh?" Jewell smiled. "You wife isn't with you this trip?"

"Yes! She certainly is!"

Jewell turned to see a tall, very beautiful woman with tits as large as hers and cornsilk hair piled high on her head.

"Mrs. Jones?"

"Pam Jones. You're already met my husband, I see. I think you can take your hands off her now, Ken."

"Wha…? Oh, sure."

Jewell studied Pam Jones. She looked as good as her husband. She wondered if they would swing for a threesome. She'd love to suck this big blonde's cunt while her husband filled her cunthole doggie fashion.

"C'mon, Ken! Our stateroom's this way."

"Sure, honey." He picked up their bags and followed his wife's shapely, wiggling ass. "A drink… later," he whispered as he passed Jewell. She didn't answer.

"Jesus, Ken, do you have to be so obvious?"

"Obvious? Shit, I almost knocked her down. I was just being a gentleman!"

"I know you were, dear," Pam smiled. "But gentlemen don't talk to ladies with hard cocks bulging in their pants!"

He looked down. "Oh shit."

Oh slit is right, Pam thought. First order of business in the stateroom: fuck Ken – drain his balls, fuck his eyeballs out!

Jewell followed the steward's directions down the companionway to her stateroom. In the distance a big man with a rugged – not handsome but appealing – face followed every movement of her progression off. His eyes alternated between her jiggling tits in her tight blouse to her swaying hips in her equally tight skirt.

When Jewell pulled abreast of him, she smiled. He smiled back and raised his drink in a salute.

"Hello," he said, his eyes sad.

"Hi," Jewell answered, without too much conviction. She didn't like sad eyes. She liked lusty eyes. Besides, he also wore a wedding band. Christ, she thought, is every cock on this damned boat married?

She moved on by him and she could feel his eyes on the wobbling cheeks of her ass.

"Nice ass," Viola whispered in his ear. "Wouldn't you like to drive your cock between those cheeks, Albert?"

Albert coughed and moved past his wife into the stateroom. "Jesus, Viola, must you equate everything to lust?"

"Hell, yes! Fucking and money make the world go around! We've got a lot of money – more than enough. But we'll never get enough fucking!"

"Speak for yourself, Viola, speak for yourself."

"I am, Albert," she teased, and ran her hand across the hardening bulge in the front of her husband's pants. "But I'll bet you'd still like to throw a little meat into that blonde that just went by."

"God, Viola, sometimes you make me sick."

But it was true. The blonde had been beautiful. She had a body like Viola's had been when they first got married. His cock got harder in his wife's hand as he thought about the tiny hole resting between those two perfect ass cheeks.

"12F, 12F," Jewell muttered to herself as she moved through the labyrinth of passageways. And then she saw it and stopped. She fished into her purse for the key, and then noticed that the door was ajar.

She pushed it open, stepped inside, and abruptly stopped short. He was extremely handsome, extremely tall, and very blond.

Jewell started backing out. "I'm… I'm sorry, I…"

"Wait a minute." He held two glasses, one of which he extended to Jewell. "I'm Don Fuller. Have some champagne!"

"Jewell Maxwell. Are you going on the cruise?"

"No, I'm just seeing a friend off… Norm Parmenter. This is his cabin. He's topside checking out the pussy. I don't know how he missed you."

Jewell was sipping from the glass. She almost choked at his bluntness. Then she smiled. "I hope he had better luck than I've had. Every stud on the boat seems to be married!"

His smile matched hers. He waved his left hand in her direction. "I'm not."

Jewell's eyes brightened, and then fell. "But you're not going to be on the boat."

His eyes fell. "Yeah. Ain't that the shits?"

His eyes took in her body.

Her eyes took in his body.

Lust passed between them like a heat wave. She could feel it. This was her kind. There was no pretense about Don Fuller. When he saw something he liked, he took it. The man she had seen in the hall – his eyes had said, Please let me fuck you. Don Fuller's eyes said, Strip, honey, I'm gonna fuck your brains out!

Jewell was sure her eyes said the same thing. "Yes, it is," she nodded, and set her glass down. "Well, I'd better find my cabin."

"Yeah, I guess so."

Back in the passageway, Jewell felt his eyes roving over her ass. She swayed her hips a little more than usual. The sense of Don's eyes on her butt was different than the other man. It made her cunt tingle. She could almost feel his hands on her tits, his cock deep in her body.

At last she found her cabin. She quickly unpacked and then went back up on deck.

Hundreds of visitors were streaming down the gangplank. Jewell tried to spot Don's blond hair and wide shoulders in the crowd. She couldn't.

At last the hordes were on the pier, waving and shouting. The ship's whistle shrilled, and slowly the gangplank was brought back aboard.

A tiny vibration started through the deck. It tickled the bottom of Jewell's feet and worked its way up her legs until her pussy was vibrating in unison with the ship's screws.

They were moving, and Jewell decided it was time she was moving. She was horny and her panties were already wet with need. She would get a drink and check out the lounge. There must be some single men on the boat. And if there weren't, she would find a married cock. After all, she mused, a cock is a cock! She was just about to move away from the rail when an arm slithered around, her. The hand attached to it settled on the cheek of her right ass.

"Hey, what the hell do you…Don!"

"You shouldn't be here! You should be there!"

"No, I shouldn't. I decided, after I met you, that I needed a cruise."

"But, but, but… I thought the ship was full!"

Don smiled. "A hundred dollar bill in the right place always finds an empty stateroom." The hand on her ass cheek squeezed a little harder. "Where were you headed?"

"To the lounge… for a drink," Jewell replied, sliding her ass back and forth across his hand.

"My cabin has a portable bat."

The implication was clear, and Jewell was more than ready to accept it. "I was hoping I'd find more than just a drink in the lounge."