by Hawke, Jessa
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.”
Just then the door to the room opened.
“Holy shit,” a voice said. “I'm sorry. I'll get the fuck out of here.”
“No, wait!” Ben said. “This little slut just had her dickless husband leave her for no reason and she's looking for some dick. Want to dick her down with me?”
“Fuck yeah!”
The other man must have been Ben's brother they looked so much alike. In fact, the more she looked at both of them, the more she was sure of it. The other man maneuvered in front of her. His cock was just as big and thick as Ben's.
“My name is Ron, by the way,” he said before feeding her his dick.
Both of them men really went to town fucking her, Ben fucking her pussy and Ron fucking her mouth. Both of the men talked dirty to her while they fucked her, sometimes in tandem, but often times completely off on their own tangents. She wasn't sure what dick she liked more, and realized she needed to ride one of them. Jen pulled her mouth off of Ron's cock.
“All right, boys,” she said. “Ron, you lay on your back, and Ben, you get behind me.”
Jen took Ron's throbbing cock in one smooth motion as she sat down on it. Ben then got behind her and rubbed the head of his cock against her asshole. She knew that he was going to have to work it in slow, but she also knew that it was going to be fucking awesome. So when he gingerly started to apply pressure Jen just thought about relaxing so it was easier. Soon Ben was deep in her ass and she couldn't believe how filled up she felt. It was a good feeling, one she'd never really been able to experience before. She'd heard from some of her girlfriends that there wasn't anything like getting fucked by two guys at once, but this was the first time anything like this had ever happened to her. As she bounced on Ron's cock Ben gave it to her from behind.
Jen could tell she was building up to another orgasm, and could tell by how hard both of the men were they were as well. She hoped that she'd be able to hold off until the last moment so that her orgasm was the best it could be, but knew that at this point she was pretty out of control of her own body. She was just glad she was taking their dicks so well. She'd wondered when Ron had walked in if she'd be able to. It was one thing to be super horny and unable to contain oneself, but it was another thing to actually take both dicks at the same time.
“Oh fuck,” Ron said as he grasped her hips and pulled her down to grind her clit against him. “Fuck I'm going to fucking come so hard inside of you. You're pussy feels so fucking good I can't believe it. Oh fuck!”
Jen could feel Ron's cock twitch and pulse inside of her. He was shooting rope after rope of his seed deep into her pussy and it couldn't have felt any better. At the same time she felt Ben grip her hips from behind and start to empty himself deep into her ass. She was loving every second of it, gyrating her hips to maximize how good it felt. When it was all over they lay in a big pile of intertwined arms and legs. Jen drifted off to sleep with both of the men still inside of her.
This time the dream wasn't one that was easily discerned as such. She wasn't on the cruise ship anymore, but instead was back in the Midwest where she'd grown up. She couldn't remember how she'd come to be in the middle of a prairie watching watching massive thunderheads move in, but here she was. In the distance the approaching storm front dropped bolt after bolt onto the plain, making a few groves of trees burst into flames. Before she had time to seek cover the clouds were over her and around her, it seemed like the whole world had gone dark and turned to thunder and lightening. But then the rain came, and it was gentle and soothing. It was almost as if the little droplets weren't rain at all, but something else entirely, as they hit her face and evaporated into something that smelled like rose petals and earth.
Then suddenly there was a break in the darkness and the sun shown through. It was something that Jen was so glad to see the feeling almost overwhelmed her. Then she knew she was dreaming, not because of how surreal everything was, but because she saw the outline of the larger lesson that her mind was trying to convey to her. And it wasn't one that said she shouldn't have slept with those men, not at all. Instead it was a message that told her the future would just fine, and not to worry so much about her ex husband or the kids. Sure, she needed to keep track of her children, obviously, and do right by them. But she didn't need to fret like they were going to a third world, war torn country to try to make it as street urchins.
As she made her way to the top of a hill behind her, wading through the prairie grass. When Jen got to the top of the hill she looked out across the plain and wondered what the rest of her life had in store for her. She always got caught up in thinking about all the time that had already gone by, when really she needed to be thinking about what she would do with all the time she had left. Why focus on things that were already done, and most certainly couldn't be undone. Her ex husband couldn't get her to take him back because there just simply wasn't a way to un-ring the bell.
Jen could feel the ground shifting underneath of her. She figured that the men must be waking up around her and moving around the bed. She wondered what they thought of her, and then realized that they probably didn't think anything at all. Not all people were judgmental like she was used to. Some people just wanted to live and experience things.
Jen could feel herself waking.
When she woke both of the men were gone. There was some kind of note left on the bathroom mirror. Jen didn't look at it though. It seemed so trivial to leave some note that would try to minimize what just happened, like there was anything to minimize. Or maybe Ben would let it be a beautiful thing and not mar it with his words, as nice as his words could be. Jen just didn't feel in the mood to be let down by someone's ill conceived notion of her and what had just happened. So she did just what she wanted to do, she got up and got dressed and headed out to see what else was going on that day for the cruise.
She ended up heading below deck and running into her parents who were just finishing up gambling so they could make it to the next island tour. They asked Jen if she wanted to come but she said no. Instead she sat at one of the slot machines without doing anything and just thought about her life some more, even though she knew it was the last thing that she needed to be doing. What she really needed to do was just ignore it, as counter intuitive as that seemed.
“Well hello,” Ben said sitting down at the slot opposite of the one she was staring at, so he could play his and speak to her at the same time. “How are you?”
“Not so great, I guess,” Jen said. “Nothing to do with you our your brother though. Just more to do with how things are going right now on the home front.”
“You said something about that,” Ben said. “You're old man lost his mind and left you?”
“I don't know what happened,” Jen said. “I keep wanting to throw him under the bus and be like, 'Fuck whatever reason he thinks is legit,' but at the same time I work a lot. Much more than was probably fair to him.”
“Yeah,” Ben said. “But what the fuck is he doing running off like that?”
Jen shook her head without answering.
“And he took the kids,” she said.
Ben grimaced.
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br /> “So what do you plan on doing when you get back?” he asked, pulling the slot machine's handle after dropping some money in.
“I guess I'm just going to go back and start over, you know? I'm going to go back and work and not give a flying fuck about the asshole who didn't think I was worth keeping around for whatever reason. I'm going to start dating again and be single for a long while. I'll take the kids back if he can't hack being a dad, which I really doubt at this point, but I'm not taking him back. There just isn't anyway. And I know he'll throw this cruise in my face because I obviously took it to escape what was going on. But fuck him. You know? And do you know what he had the nerve to call me for before I got on the fucking ship? Get this. Help. He wanted me to help him somehow.”
Ben's brow furrow at what Jen said, and from the noises his slot was making, at his loss. He pulled the handle again.
“Help?” Ben said. “Isn't it a little late to ask you for your help after he's already taken off with the kids to places unknown? Sounds like he came down from whatever weird antidepressant they had him on and realized that he needs you more than he wanted to admit to himself.”
Jen rolled her eyes.
“Maybe so,” she said. “But that doesn't mean that I need him, especially after the stunt he just pulled. I could give a fuck less about people like him. People that just want you there when you are a convenience and never any other time. I guess that's most people though, isn't it? I mean, how many people do you meet that are super genuine and nice and actually give a fuck about people that aren't them? Like, none of them. But how many people do you meet that absolutely are completely and totally self absorbed.”
