Decking Around

Robert Ravers grunted as he shoved his cock inside his wife’s pussy, reveling in the way she moaned as he did so. He’d been fucking Monica for twenty years now, and every single time felt just as amazing as the first. That was the best thing about Monica, how she was always consistently incredible. She didn’t go in waves, she was the best all the time.

Robert’s hands found her big, heavy tits, and he groped and kneaded those, making Monica laugh.

“Oh, boys and their boobs, huh?” Monica asked fondly, reaching her hand up around to rub the back of his head.

“A pair like these deserve the groping.” Robert shrugged, and Monica’s icy blue eyes sparkled. She brought her hands around his neck and pulled him in for a sizzling kiss.

“Oh, yeah. That’s it, baby.” Monica gasped when Robert picked up the pace, his hips slamming against her as he fucked her without mercy. Monica’s shouts of ecstasy filled their room, and Robert was grunting in pleasure, too.

“Fuck, Mo. How do you stay so tight?” Robert grunted, and Monica smirked.

“Despite you and your giant cock, I do my best.” Monica giggled.

“I wouldn’t say giant.” Robert said with a shrug, feigning humility.

“Oh, stop playing coy. You’re- unh- enormous.” Monica groaned as her husband’s big cock kept jackhammering into her.

“You do know how to make a man feel good.” Robert chuckled, and Monica rolled her eyes, but a faint smile was on her lips.

The sound of their bodies slapping together was wet and loud, and Monica really was soaked as they went at it.

Her whole body was flushed with arousal, and she was deeply infatuated with her husband’s cock. Who could blame her?

“That’s it.” Monica pleaded. “Harder.”

“You want harder?” Robert grinned.

“Fuck me!” Monica begged, and her husband took it in stride, putting more **** behind his thrusts. The pace slowed down a bit, but each thrust made Monica gasp and arch in pleasure.

Robert pulled nearly all the way out then plunged his infamous cock back inside her to the hilt, leaving Monica breathless.

“You- ugh- you want to do the holiday clause here?” Robert asked curiously, and Monica’s eyes widened.

“Oh, yes. That could be very, very fun.” Monica gasped. Robert nodded in agreement. Monica gave her husband a knowing look, though, and she shook her head lightly.

“You’re going to go fuck Dani’s daughters, aren’t you?” Monica asked wryly.

“At least the elder one. Did you see how she looked? Like Dani born again. I can’t not fuck her.” Robert shrugged, making Monica laugh.

“Dani’s son wasn’t that bad looking either.” Monica winked at her husband.

“I figured you’d want to keep playing with that shy brown haired kid. Or that black haired kid. He couldn’t stop drooling over you, and I saw you smirking whenever he wasn’t looking.” Robert recalled. Monica shrugged, making those incredible tits bounce.

“I’ve got time for all three.” Monica asked.

“So we’re in agreement then, huh? For the duration of the cruise, open relationship?” Robert checked, and Monica nodded.

“Definitely.” Monica said, and Robert leaned down and kissed her.

“I knew I loved you.” he smirked, and then he resumed pounding his wife’s pussy.

"Unnnhhh..." Monica moaned as her husband hammered into her. "I love you, too."

———

Danielle Holland walked into the room she was going to be sharing with Evan Simmons throughout this cruise, and the second he closed the door behind himself, he lunged at her. Danielle gasped as the younger boy's body pressed hard against hers, and then his mouth pressed hard against hers. Danielle rolled her eyes and kissed Evan back, cupping his cheeks as his arms settled around her waist.

"Couldn't even wait a damn minute, huh?" Danielle murmured after Evan drew back, smirking.

"Of course not. Not when I've finally gotten you all to myself." Evan grinned, running his hands along Danielle's curves and kissing her hard again. Danielle smirked against his mouth as his hands slid around to grip her ass tightly.

"No more having to sneak around, that's true. I'm right here in bed with you every night." Danielle teased, her hand sliding down to cup Evan's sizable bulge, making Evan groan against her mouth. He kissed her fiercely, and Danielle's body melted against his.

"Fuck yeah." Evan groaned, thrusting against Danielle's hand and making her laugh. "Your dumb fucking husband gave up his ticket in bed with you to go spend time working overtime. It was just too perfect."

"Jeremiah has given up his spot in my bed over and over and over again." Danielle rolled her eyes, and Evan kissed her throat, sucking and nibbling without hesitation.

"Don't worry, Dani. I've got you now, and I'm not leaving you alone in bed ever." Evan growled, and lifted his head to look her in the eyes.

"Oh, I know." Danielle smirked. "You're too horny to let me go."

"You better believe it." Evan smirked back, and their lips mashed together again. Danielle found herself being pushed backwards, and she jumped up, her legs wrapping tightly around Evan's waist. Their lips were still joined as Evan walked her backwards to the bed, where she fell backwards, the black haired teen falling on top of her, her tits smashing against his chest as her legs tightened around him.

Danielle leaned her head back and moaned as Evan's mouth found the sensitive spot on her neck, a spot he always loved exploiting. He'd found it not longer after they first hooked up a few months ago, and he'd been using it against her in bed ever since. Danielle tugged at Evan's shirt, and he smirked, lifting his arms so she could pull it off him. She lifted her arms next, and Evan relieved her of her top.

Like always, his frost colored blue eyes hungrily devoured the view of her topless. Her round, very large breasts were in a lacy black bra, one that supported them while covering up as little of them as possible. She'd worn it just for Evan. Her young lover was definitely an ass man, but he could still appreciate a great rack like hers.

Evan leaned in and kissed her cleavage, licking and nibbling on her breasts just like he'd done her neck. Danielle moaned, and her hands slid down to the button of Evan's shorts, and she undid it, pulling his zipper down, sliding her hand inside his boxers, and wrapping her hand around Evan's thick veiny cock. Evan's cock was unusually veiny, and she loved it that way. Her thumb traced the familiar pronounced veins, and she found she was panting already. Whether it was from Evan's oral mauling of her tits or her hand on his big cock she couldn't say. But she was very much enjoying herself.

As Evan continued to suck and nibble on her tits, and as she started jerking his cock, Danielle felt a great heat inside her. She was hot, everywhere, and she was also noticeably wet between her thick thighs. And growing wetter and wetter.

"Fuck." Danielle gasped.

"Something the matter?" Evan asked innocently, and then he leaned down and gave Dani's nipple a tug with his teeth. Her breath rushed from her lungs, and her eyes fluttered.

"I need you, stud... I need you. Now!" Danielle hissed, and Evan's cock throbbed in her hand.

"All you had to was ask." Evan smirked, and it was a sudden mad dash to nudity. Evan jumped to his feet and kicked off his boxers and shorts, and then he grabbed Dani's short shorts and tugged them down her legs, throwing them to the side. He did the same with her lacy black panties, and then he put his hands on her thighs and spread them, slowly.

Danielle bit her lip as she looked up at Evan, then her eyes flicked down to the big one-eyed monster staring at her pussy. Then, Evan leaned down and kissed her pussy, giving it a nice, long French kiss. Danielle gasped at the feeling of Evan's tongue playing with her pussy, and when stood up, Danielle's juices glistened on his lips.

"Inside. Now." Danielle ordered, moaning still. Evan smirked.

"Yes, ma'am." he said, and put his hands on Dani's thick thighs, and then he pushed his way inside his favorite pussy in the whole world. Danielle moaned, her body arching as she was filled up. Evan pushed all the way inside, his hips meeting hers, his balls hitting her plump ass.

"Fuck!" Danielle screamed in ecstasy.

———

Hannah and Taylor went inside their room, and Taylor sighed seeing there was just one bed.

"Why the long face?" Hannah questioned as she set down her suitcase.

"Only one bed." Taylor said.

"So? We've shared a bed plenty of times before." Hannah said, puzzled.

"Yeah, but not usually on a boat for two weeks where I'll have to be on constant guard to make sure you're not fucking someone in this bed." Taylor told Hannah wryly, which made Hannah grin.

"Oh, I wouldn't do that." Hannah waved a hand. Taylor raised her eyebrows.

"Really? Hannah Woodsen wouldn't bring guys back and fuck them in her bed?" Taylor asked skeptically.

"Of course not!" Hannah protested. "You wound me, Tay."

"Hannah." Taylor narrowed her blue eyes at Hannah. Hannah and Taylor held each other's gaze for a long minute before Hannah broke.

"Fine! I won't do it." Hannah grumbled. Taylor laughed.

"I knew you were planning on it." she pointed a finger at Hannah, wobbling it back and forth, clicking her tongue disappointedly.

"Oh, come on! You saw Jace. I have to fuck him, Taylor. I just have to." Hannah sighed.

"Do it in his bed." Taylor shook her head resolutely.

"What about his roommate?" Hannah appealed.

"I don't care!" Taylor laughed. "I don't want to get in bed and find out the sheets are wet."

"I'd wash the sheets afterwards, probably." Hannah shrugged.

"Yeah, probably." Taylor said wryly.

"Maybe?" Hannah tried.

"Just no sex in this bed, OK?" Taylor asked.

"What about on the bed? Wouldn't be as nice, but I think I could manage." Hannah mused.

"Hannah Anne Woodsen." Taylor put her hands on her hips.

"Ugh, don't break out the full name. You turn more into an old woman every day, Taylor. You need to loosen up on this trip, for real." Hannah shook her head. "It makes me sad, seeing my best friend so grumpy all the time. I think a bit of sex would make you feel so much happier."

"I don't think sex will make me any less exasperated with you." Taylor said fondly.

"Won't hurt to try!" Hannah beamed.