Chapter 1
Karen Brandon felt the dry hot sun soaking into her sleek nearly naked body. She was sipping a tall cold drink made of gin and limes. She gave a long, low sigh of pleasure. She'd made it at last. Here she was on a rich man's yacht, hanging out with the Jet Set. What more could a girl want?
Well, to begin with, a decent fuck.
The thought just bubbled up in her head, and she blushed as it came to her-but, damn it, it was true. The hot day, the sight of all that smooth tan flesh, the attractive men she was talking with-it all combined to make her maddeningly horny. Alas, there was nothing she could do about it. She had her husband Phil along.
Of course she'd never cheat on Phil anyhow. If it weren't for Phil, they wouldn't even be here today. Philip Brandon, a thirty-year-old lawyer, had been
Karen's husband for five years. During that time he'd made a big name for himself as a corporation attorney, and now they'd been invited aboard this yacht for private talks with Harry Rosen, a fabulously wealthy businessman who was thinking of hiring Phil. If Phil became Harry's personal attorney, their worries would be over forever.
At least their financial worries. Karen sighed again as she thought about her marriage, not a contented sigh this time. She loved Phil dearly and was very proud of his success, but, much as she hated to admit it, he was a lousy lover. If she weren't so inexperienced herself, she might be able to teach him something-but Phil was the only man she'd ever fucked.
"Another drink Mrs. Brandon?"
Karen opened her eyes and saw the steward, Manuel, bending over her. My God, she thought, what a gorgeous stud! Again she blushed as wicked thoughts bubbled helplessly into her mind. The handsome Mexican-American steward was about her own age, twenty-five, and was superbly muscled, deeply tan, and had lazy glowing brown eyes that made her poor starved cunt go all hot and wet.
"Yes, thank you, Manuel," she said, holding Out her empty glass.
Manuel took the glass, and their fingers brushed. Karen experienced a rush of lust so powerful that she almost gasped aloud. Blushing, she, looked around hastily to see if anyone had noticed her horny reaction to Manuel. My God; it seemed as if she could think of nothing but sex from the instant she stepped onto this yacht!
Phil sat close beside her but hadn't been watching her. He was listening to Harry. Phil was handsome enough, but his slightly receding hairline and horn-rimmed glasses made him look very studious. So did the pipe he always had in his mouth. He was wearing skimpy navy blue swimming trunks, and he looked good in them, but somehow he lacked the animal magnetism of dark-eyed Manuel.
Harry Rosen, owner of the yacht, was about fifty and had a thick head of silver hair. He was a big bearish man, but by no means fat. Karen sensed great power in him, harsh strength, even though he laughed a lot and was the perfect host. Like his steward he was tanned practically the color of roast turkey. Beside him, rubbing him down with suntan lotion, was his current mistress, Luann Hart.
Luann was about the same age as Karen, but next to her Karen felt dumpy and middle-aged. Luann had been a starlet briefly before she recognized her own lack of talent and decided to let Harry support her. She'd learned all the Hollywood tricks of make-up and dress, and she always looked as if she'd just stepped off a movie set. Tall, slender, red-haired, she had large melon-shaped breasts that practically popped out of her tiny bikini bra. Karen noticed that even Phil, her studious husband, kept ogling Luann's cleavage.
Oh, well, she couldn't blame him. Their marriage was getting pretty dull after five years. He looked at other women now, and she looked at other men. Still, Karen wasn't all that bad-looking, even if she lacked. Luann's super-sophisticated style. In fact Karen looked pretty good-as she could tell from the way Manuel's eyes swept hungrily over her body.
The young steward brought her another drink, threading his way carefully through the lounging people, somehow not interrupting the intense discussion Phil and Harry were having. Manuel moved like a cat, quiet and unobtrusive. Yet Karen could feel his warm brown eyes burning her flesh. The way he looked at her as he handed her the drink-well, she couldn't explain it exactly, but it was as if he'd stripped her naked and was exploring every intimate part of her body with his eyes.
"Thank you, Manuel," she said faintly.
"You are more than welcome, Mrs. Brandon," he said with a grin.
He turned away, and she found herself gawking helplessly at the tight muscular rounds of his ass. There ought to be a law against leans that tight, she thought. She also told herself to be cool. They'd only been on the yacht an hour, and already she was acting like an animal in heat. Phil was here for business, that was all. She must be careful not to spoil things for him. She must smile and be the perfect wife.
"How are you coming along, Karen?" asked Harry Rosen. "Hope Phil and I aren't boring you with our business talk."
"Oh, no, not at all, Mr. Rosen," said Karen..
"Call me Harry," he said, puffing on an enormous cigar. "It's all first names on the yacht. You just let Manuel know if you want anything, honey."
"Thank you, Harry," Karen said, flushing slightly.
Harry didn't know it, but there was something she really would dig having from Manuel-not that she'd ever get the nerve to ask for it. She believed in being faithful to her husband, even if things weren't so great in bed any more. She closed her eyes and sipped her drink, trying to blank her mind, trying not to think about Manuel, about sex...
"Ah, good, here come Roger and Penny," said Harry.
The three-day cruise was to consist of Harry and Luann, Phil and Karen, and Roger and Penny Green. Roger, a lean blond man in his mid-thirties, was Harry's chief accountant. His wife Penny was around thirty, a tall brunette with a voluptuous figure. They boarded the yacht, and Harry got up to shake hands with Roger and exchange a kiss with Penny.
"You two get into your bathing suits," Harry said, "and Manuel will have drinks waiting. Then we can get underway."
The Greens disappeared into the cabin, and Manuel and Harry prepared the boat for launching. Karen felt excited about the prospect of seeing new places, even if ft was only southern California and Baja. So far in their marriage it had been nothing but work. Phil was scrambling to get to the top, and she'd been right there with him, being the hostess, being the wife he could show off. They'd never had a vacation in the whole five years of their marriage.
Maybe things would change now, if Harry hired Phil. Maybe they, could relax a little and start to enjoy each other. Maybe Phil wouldn't always be in such a hurry when they made love. She was starved for leisurely, luxurious loving, the kind she never got from her ambitious busy husband. If He'd just take the time to arouse her Roger and Penny reappeared in their bathing suits, and Manuel, after handing them tall cool drinks, took the boat out of the harbor. Even Harry was impressed enough with the view to stop talking for a while, and they all just lay back and looked. Luann snuggled into Harry's lap, and he slipped an arm around her. Karen smiled absently at them, thinking how cozy they looked.
Then she saw Luann slipping her hand inside Harry's swimming trunks.
Karen blushed hotly and looked away, but no one noticed her embarrassment. Apparently no one but her noticed what Luann was doing, either. It was pretty bold and outrageous, but on the other hand Luann probably thought nobody could see. She smiled serenely at the view while slipping her hand farther and farther into Harry's trunks. At last her small hand was covering the very spot where his cock had to be.
Harry gave absolutely no sign of what was happening except a vague smile. Like his mistress, he contentedly watched the view. Karen had a feeling that this was a game they played often, a sexy little game designed to give pleasure and test nerve. She saw Luann's hand moving inside Harry's trunks, gently and rhythmically squeezing. Harry gave a contented grunt but otherwise didn't react.
Well, thought Karen...
She certainly was moving in fast company if it was considered okay to jack off your boyfriend in public. She supposed she ought to ignore it, but she was fascinated with what Luann was doing, and she kept sneaking looks. Luann's hand moved faster and faster as she massaged and frigged Harry's cock. Karen tried to imagine doing the same thing to Phil, but she knew it'd never happen. Phil would be scandalized if she tried anything like that. He hardly believed in any foreplay at all, let alone public displays of lust. In fact though she hated to admit it, her husband was a prig.
After about five minutes of that naughty massage, Luann drew her hand out of Harry's trunks-and left behind an enormous erection. Again Karen couldn't help looking and blushing. The guy's crotch was hugely and stiffly tented by his hardened prick. Luann really knew her stuff. Harry gave a long low sigh as she took her hand away, and then he quickly got up and headed for the cabin.
"Luann and I are gonna have a little nap before dinner, folks," he said. "You just ask Manuel for anything you want. We'll see you in an hour or so."
Everyone else nodded casually. Apparently only Karen knew just what kind of "nap" Harry had in mind. She found herself burning with envy of
Luann, wishing that she was going below with an eager lover. My God, she could use it! She thought of them down there in the master cabin, Harry's long rigid prick sliding into Luann's moist eager cunt! Just thinking about it, she experienced dizzying lust. That did it-she just had to get laid.
"Phil," she said huskily, "I think a nap would be a good idea for us, too.
He took his pipe out of his mouth and gawked at her. "But, honey," he said, "there's a fantastic view here. I'm not at all tired-we got plenty of sleep last night."
Karen suppressed a moan of impatience. "Phil, darling," she said, "trust me. You need a nap. And I want to talk to you alone."
She said it all in a low voice, so the Greens couldn't hear, and she kept a smile on her face-but Phil got the message. Karen didn't ask for much from him, but when she really wanted something she let him know it. He knocked out his pipe, got up; stretched, and spoke to the Greens.
"I think Karen and I'll catch a little nap, too," he said casually. "We'll see you at dinner."
To his astonishment, Penny Green broke into a loud laugh. "Oh, we know what you two are up to," she said. "Have fun."
Karen blushed and hurried to their cabin. Phil came after her looking puzzled. "What do you suppose Penny Green meant by that remark?" he said.
Karen looked at him wistfully, wondering if he could really be that dense. "Why, I don't know, darling," she said, moving up close to him. "It doesn't matter anyhow."
She kissed him, wriggling her slick little tongue gently and teasingly into his mouth. She put her arms around him and rubbed her stiff-nippled tits against his bare chest, ground her belly against his. She could feel her hungry cunt creaming steadily now, moistening the crotch of her bikini. She broke the kiss with a loud sigh.
"So what did you want to talk to me about?" said Phil.
"Oh, my God," said Karen, "I can't believe you.
"What do you mean, honey?" he said, genuinely puzzled. "I don't understand."
Karen sighed. "I guess you really don't understand, do you, Phil?" she said wearily. "Well, let me enlighten you. There's a whole world out there and you don't seem to have discovered. It's called sex. That's why Harry and Luann went below-to get it on, not to nap. That's why I wanted you alone. I NEED you, Phil. Is that clear enough?"
He blushed right down to his toes. "Oh," he said. "Oh, I see."
"You just take a moment and get used to the idea," Karen said patiently. "I'm sure you'll remember how it's done."
She didn't mean to be unkind, but sometimes she wondered about Phil. He was so wrapped up in his career that he never seemed to think about sex unless she reminded him. Well, she was certainly going to remind him now. She'd already told him what she wanted-and now she started doing a slow striptease just for him. THAT ought to get him interested.
There was a full-length mirror in the cabin, and Karen could watch herself as she undressed. She saw a moderately tall slim blonde with pert pretty features and an excellent figure.. She would have liked to have had boobs as big as Luann's, but you can't have everything, and her own grapefruit-size tits were perfectly fine. No, there was nothing at all wrong with her body-except that it attracted everyone but her husband.
Slowly, her chest thrust out impudently in Phil's direction, Karen untied her bikini bra and let it drop to the floor. Her pale round tits jigged out into their natural shape, firm and globular. Her nipples were dainty, pink, and pointed with arousal. She moved up close to Phil for a moment and rubbed her stiff little nipples against his bare chest, then backed off again and started inching down her bikini bottoms.
Phil had at least taken his pipe out of his mouth and was looking at her. But his crotch wasn't tented the way Harry's had been.
"Darling," Karen said with an impish grin, "don't look so solemn. I'm just suggesting that we make love."
"But it's the middle of the afternoon," Phil said disapprovingly. "Couldn't it wait til tonight?"
"No," Karen said angrily, "it can't. Dammit, Phil, do we always have to do things according to a schedule? I get horny when my body says so, not when the clock says so."
Phil was blushing-she'd said a naughty word.
Dammit, couldn't she do anything to shake up this puritan husband of hers? Determinedly Karen thrust her belly forward and inched down her bikini panties, very slowly unveiling her pretty golden muff, a small dainty triangle of fur. Phil's eyes went to her gleaming bush-but his cock stayed small.
Her bikini bottoms slithered down her long tan legs, and she stepped out of the garment, slim and naked and ready. Phil was still standing there like a dummy. If she was going to get fucked, she'd have to do more to arouse him. Was the man made of ice? Sometimes she wondered.
"Phil," she sighed, "don't you ever think about sex?"
"Sure," he said coolly. "I'm a perfectly normal guy.
"Oh, I know that," she said. "I know you don't go for guys or anything like that. But it just seems like you aren't interested in making love very much."
He shrugged, as if it were no big deal. "I guess I'm just wrapped up in my work," he said.
Karen suddenly dropped to her knees in front of him and seized the waistband of his trunks. She could see that words would have no effect on him, so she decided on a little surprise. Phil always kept their sex simple and didn't like much foreplay, but maybe this would appeal to him for a change. She'd never done it to him before.
She'd touched his cock, but she'd never used her mouth on it. She trembled with excitement as she thought about the little surprise she had in mind...
"Honey, what are you doing?" Phil said. "I can take off my own bathing suit. Besides? I'm not sure I feel like making love just now."
"You will, dear," Karen said. "Just give me one minute, okay? You can give your own wife one minute of your time, can't you, Phil?"
"All right," he said, "but I don't understand what you're trying to prove."
Karen grimly rolled down his bathing suit and got it off His cock was utterly limp, pale and dangling soft. Still it was the only cock she knew, the only one she'd ever seen or touched, and just the sight of it made her pussy swell up hot and aching with need. Moaning softly, Karen slipped her hand under her husband's flaccid prick and raised it gently to her lips.
She stuck out her gleaming wet pink tongue and began to lick Phil's doughy pale dick. It was a handsome cock, milky-white with delicate blue veins and a dull-rose head, springing from a crisp neat bush of brown tight curls. His balls were attractive, too, bright rosy bags of flesh that quivered delicately as she worked. She licked hungrily, wetly, up and down his soft warm prick.
"Karen," he gasped, "you don't have to."
That was as far as he got. Karen grinned to herself. Either she'd totally blown his mind by licking his cock for the first time, or else he was digging it so much he couldn't talk. At least she'd finally gotten his mind off business. Her powerful lust impelled her to do even more wicked things to him, and with a hungry moan she suddenly sucked his whole limp cock into her mouth.
"KAREN," he gasped. "My God.."
He swayed dizzily and put his hands on her shoulders to steady himself. He gasped and panted as his wife sucked fast and loud on his cock. It must have come as quite a surprise to him, as she'd never done anything to his prick before except timidly pump it in her fist. Now she was mouthing it lewdly, sucking it like candy. Phil couldn't help moaning with pleasure and excitement.
"Oh, my God," he whined, "Karen, darling..."
Karen was just as excited as he was. She hadn't been sure if she'd like sucking cock, but there was no doubt in her mind now. She loved it. It was terribly exciting having his warm silky meat on her tongue, and she enjoyed the sucking sensation. Then it got even more exciting as she felt him going hard in her mouth.
"Dear Jesus," Phil gasped. "Karen, honey, stop. . ."
Of course he'd be shocked. Being Phil, he'd think it was terribly wicked of her to be doing such a thing. She didn't care. She'd got the results she wanted-her husband's cock going long and thick and rigid in her mouth. His prick started to dribble delicious tasty juice onto her tongue, and she moaned and sucked even harder. But Phil gasped and backed off, his erect cock popping from her mouth.
Karen stared hungrily at it. Six inches of thick pale cock, blue veins standing out rigidly, head swollen and purple-her hungry cunt creamed hot and hard at the sight of it. She got up and staggered backward to the bed, falling down on her back. She opened her legs wide, showing Phil her delicate pink moist slit.
"Darling, hurry," she panted. "Make love to me!"
This time he didn't look shocked. He hurried over to the bed and crawled between her legs. Karen wished he'd do more than just jump on her, but beggars can't be choosers. At least she was going to get balled, and that was what she needed so urgently. Phil's lean warm body pressed down on her, and she felt the hard knobby head of his cock poking around in her steamy crotch, seeking the mouth of her cunt.
"Yes, darling, yes," she whimpered, "hurry. . ."
"Oh, God," Phil gasped.
She felt the thick juicy head of his cock easing into her, and she whined with excitement. She kept her legs wide open for him, her cunt eagerly offered, and she felt the whole delicious length of his cock slowly penetrating her, sliding all the way to her womb. She creamed helplessly, hotly all around it.
"Ahhhhh, God, YES," she cried.
Phil's prick felt so fantastically good inside her, she couldn't control her, frantic hip movements, couldn't contain her shrill cries of pleasure, as he began to fuck her. Ordinarily she wanted more, wanted foreplay, which he never gave-but she'd gotten so aroused on deck, she was more than ready for this quick simple fucking.
"Jesus," Phil gasped.
"Yes, yes, it is," Karen moaned, "it's wonderful, darling,. I love it! Oh, God, Phil don't ever stop!"
He fucked her hard and deep, just the way she wanted it, and he fucked her fast, in quick rough jabs that excited her powerfully. She clung to him, moaning with pleasure, lost to everything but the delicious thrusts of his cock in her cream-soaked twat. She could have balled all afternoon-but unfortunately her husband wasn't up for it. He never was.
"AWWWW," Phil suddenly yelped-and came.
Karen felt the steamy blast of his jism against her womb, and she had to bite her lip to keep from sobbing with frustration. It was always like this. He never took the time to make her come. He sighed happily, rolled off her-and went to sleep instantly. Karen moaned softly with frustration as he began to snore. Oh, God, how badly she needed to come!
Well, there was only one thing to do, the thing she always did after she and Phil made love. As soon as he went to sleep, she brought herself off with her own hand. This time would be no different. She wasn't wild about masturbating, but it was better than no orgasm at all.
Karen placed a finger on the hot little button of her clit and began to rub herself. After five years of marital frustration, she was an expert at it, and it never took her more than a minute to come. She just massaged her sensitive little nub briskly, and she was off and away.
The only problem was, she wanted to come with a man, not with her own finger. She thought of
Harry Rosen, Roger Green, and Manuel, the three attractive me she'd be sailing with. She wondered if THEY left their women high and dry ... And she wondered how long she could go on being married to Phil, much as she loved him, if he kept frustrating her in bed.
Her finger did its work, and as she came she had a helpless vision of Manuel crouched over her, working his stiff young prick inside her. The fantasy made her climax much more powerful-and made her realize how much she wanted Manuel in real life.
But she'd never dream of cheating on her beloved Phil. . . would she?
CHAFTER TWO The miraculous Manuel managed not only to take the yacht out to sea but also to whip up a fine dinner of steak, potatoes and salad, not to mention keeping everybody's drink fresh. Karen wasn't sure just how he managed it, but she loved it. She wished that she and Phil could live like Harry Rosen, luxuriously, with not a care in the world.
Well, if Phil got the job, they'd be pretty well off-and so far Harry seemed to like Phil a lot. Karen just hoped things continued this way, with Harry patting Phil on the back, laughing at his jokes, and treating him like an old friend. She and Phil only had to be pleasant company for the next three days, and their future would be assured.
Yet somehow that thought didn't make Karen excited or content. It would be great not to have any, money worries, of course, but it would be even greater if something could put life back into her marriage. She didn't want to leave Phil, but she couldn't bear to think of the years and years ahead without sexual satisfaction. She felt like she couldn't even get through the sailing trip without some relief for her nagging lust.
After dinner everyone went to bed pretty early, the effect of the fresh salty air-but Karen tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Phil snored soundly beside her, and she envied him his exhaustion, but she knew she wouldn't nod off for a long time, not when she was so horny. What she really needed, she frankly admitted to herself, was a good hard fuck. She certainly wasn't going to get it from her husband, though. Phil considered it unnatural to do it more than once a day.
Well, then, if she wasn't going to get balled by her husband, she wasn't going to get balled by anybody. She didn't propose to run around on Phil, to be an adulterous wife. It was true that just thinking about Manuel and his gorgeous hard tan body made her pussy go hot and creamy-but that was just fantasy. No way on earth was she going to cheat on her wonderful husband. She believed in her marriage vows.
The only thing to do, she decided, was get up and take a walk on deck. Perhaps a little exercise would relax her.
Karen crept out of the cabin wearing only a nearly sheer blue sleeveless nightie. She didn't bother to dress, because she hardly expected anyone to be up at this hour-two in the morning. Therefore she was astonished, as she stepped out into the moonlight and the soft ocean breeze, to find Manuel stretched out in a deck chair, smoking a cigarette. He ginned at her, his teeth almost unnaturally white.
"Up so late, Mrs. Brandon?" he said with just a faint accent.
"What about YOU, Manuel?" she said, laughing nervously. "Don't you ever rest?"
"I sleep right here unless it's raining," he said. "I have my own cabin, but it's stuffy. I prefer the outdoors. And you, Mrs. Brandon, what brings you out so late?"
She was glad of the darkness which covered her blush. She couldn't very well tell Manuel the truth, that her husband didn't fuck her well enough, that she was left writhing with frustration every time they made love, and that often she couldn't sleep for hours. afterwards unless she masturbated. No, these were things she didn't really want to confide to anyone.
"I couldn't sleep," she said simply, walking to the rail and looking out over the moonlit ocean.
Manuel got up and came to stand near her-so that she could feel the healthy radiating heat of his body and catch the light good scent of man-sweat. She felt a helpless tingling in her poor starved pussy, a crazy longing just to throw herself at this inexcusably attractive man and let him take her. But of course she would do no such thing.
"I think I know why you can't sleep," Manuel said softly.
God, I hope not, Karen thought.
"Oh? Why?" she said casually.
Rather than answering directly, he looked at her for a long moment, his brown eyes flashing mischievously. Then he said in his soft purring voice, "Some women's husbands don't make them content. Some women need more than one man. It's nothing to be ashamed of. I could easily take care of such a woman."
Karen felt such a dizzying mixture of embarrassment and lust that she almost lost her balance. She blushed all the way down to her toes. This guy had to be a mind-reader! And yet she couldn't bring herself to admit he'd said the truth or that she wanted desperately to take him up on his offer.
She drew herself up haughtily and said, "I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about, Manuel. I'm going back to my cabin now. Goodnight."
As she turned away, he didn't say goodnight. He just laughed softly, knowingly. It made her blush again, and she hurried below. My God, was her lust that obvious, her frustration so apparent, that even a simple steward could see it? She, felt so humiliated. She'd go back to bed, even if she tossed and turned all night. She wouldn't go up on deck again and endure Manuel's taunting and his knowing looks.
She was about halfway down the narrow corridor between cabins when she heard a woman's low throaty laugh, and then a man's raspy growl, followed by the violent creak of bedsprings. Then more laughter. Who would be playing games at this hour of the night? The man growled again, the springs creaked, as if some teasing chase were going on.
Karen never knew what got into her. She was just overcome with curiosity and somehow forgot her manners. She followed the noises to a certain door, then knelt down and looked through the keyhole. It was the master cabin, well-lit, and she had an excellent view of Harry Rosen and Luann Hart in bed. They were naked. Luann was crawling quickly around on the bed, and Harry was trying to catch her.
"You dirty old man," Luann giggled, "didn't you get enough this afternoon?"
"Once a day is never enough far me, baby," said Harry, making a grab for her. "Quit being a prick teaser. Hold still."
But Luann, only half his age, was in the mood for games. She shrieked with laughter and eluded his big hairy muscular arms as he tried to grab her. Peering through the keyhole, Karen found herself gawking and childishly curious. Harry was covered from the waist down, still under the sheets, but Luann was romping around without a stitch on. Karen had never really studied another woman's body before, and she was fascinated.
She certainly understood how Harry could have the hots for Luann twice in one day. The red haired girl was magnificently built. She had the body of a dancer, with long shapely legs and tiny firm waist and slim yet rounded hips. Her adorable little butt was firm, too, yet sweetly globular. But Luann's most outstanding feature had to be her breasts, so exceptionally large and heavy for such a slender girl.
Luann's long, melon-shaped tits touched the bed when she was on her hands and knees. Her nipples were quite large, too, and cone-shaped, a delicate rosy-pink. It was quite a spectacle when Luann started romping around on the bed and those huge knockers started bouncing and flopping. . Harry evidently thought so, too, because he stared at them hungrily whenever she moved.
"Come here, baby," he said hoarsely. "Come on, now, like a good girl.."
"But I'm not a good girl," Luann giggled. "I haven't been a good girl for years. It's a drag being good."
Harry chuckled, but he didn't relax his efforts to catch her. Once he grabbed a slim ankle and held it while Luann laughed and tried to pull away-and Karen had a spectacular view of her crotch. She was a real redhead, all right. Her little triangular bush was fiery orange and extended on between her legs to encircle healthy pink moist flesh. It was the first time Karen had seen another woman's slit. She thought it was lovely, all glowing and glistening and rosy. The shadowed mouth of Luann's cunt looked quite small, and her scarlet clit-button was no bigger than a pea.
With a sudden burst of strength Luann managed to jerk her ankle out of Harry's grasp, and she was off and crawling again, eluding him. He gave a bearish growl, not so much impatient as lusty, and finally emerged from the covers to chase her. Again Karen found herself staring.
She'd never seen any other cock in her life but Phil's.
Now she gawked open-mouthed at Harry Rosen's cock, which was stiffly erect and wagging lewdly before him as he crawled around trying to catch Luann. Although his prick was about the same length as Phil's, it was thicker, six inches of fat white meat with faint blue veins.
The head of his dick was like a big swollen purple knob, and it was leaking big bright bubbles of juice from its dark slit of a mouth. Karen felt saliva rushing to her mouth when she saw that dribbling juice. It reminded her of that afternoon when she'd all too briefly licked her husband's cock and sucked on it. It had been so much fun. Too bad Phil was such a prude!
But she couldn't dwell long on thoughts of Phil when she had a brand new cock to study. She found herself getting powerfully turned on by the sight of Harry Rosen's stubby pale dick as it weaved and wagged obscenely before him. It sprang from a silver bush of tight curls. His balls were bigger than Phil's, too, and they were swollen up taut and fat, a delicious rosy color. Karen felt hot juice starting to leak from her cunt as she imagined being in Luann's place.
"Goddammit, baby, enough already," Harry panted. "I'm not a young guy any more. Hold still and put out, will ya?"
Luann reluctantly ended the chase by allowing Harry to ease her down on the bed. "Let's play a little first, okay, lover?" she said huskily. "You know all the things I like."
"Sure, honey," said Harry, glad for a chance to get his breath back.
Luann lay back on the pillows and Harry lay beside her, on his side, lightly stroking her long swollen tits. She murmured contentedly at his touch, and Karen felt a pang of envy. If only her husband would take the time to do pleasant things like that . . . She'd just love to have her tits stroked, but that was out of the question for business-like Phil.
Harry soon progressed from stroking Luann's jugs to kissing them, and her sighs of contentment grew louder. Then Karen saw Harry's wet red tongue flick out and touch one of Luann's big pink conical nipples. He started to lick the nipple briskly all over, and Luann gave a, squeal of delight.
"Oh, yeah, Harry," she cried, "lick my tits, honey. I love that, yeah.
Karen felt herself blushing hotly not so much from embarrassment as from lust. My God, what she wouldn't give if Phil would play with her like that before they fucked, if he'd give her the exquisite and expert attention that Harry was giving Luann. Phil had hardly touched her breasts during their whole marriage. He'd sure as hell never licked her nipples-but she could well imagine how great it would feel.
Harry's large wet tongue lapped and lashed all over Luann's big pink nipple till the rosy flesh was gleaming with his saliva. Luann moaned her pleasure, purred like a contented cat, and very gradually her nipple started going erect and rigid and bumpy with arousal. Karen could understand why-her own nipples were getting a hard-on just from watching. After a moment or so, Luann, whining her delight, had one erect nipple and one soft one.
"DO the other tit, too, okay, baby?" she sighed. Harry trailed his tongue from one nipple to the other, leaving a bright line of wetness. He zeroed in on the soft nipple and gave it the same treatment as the other one, a good swift wet lashing with his thick expert tongue. Luann was grinning with lusty pleasure as he deftly brought her other nipple into erection. As it started to go hard, he suddenly brought his mouth down on it and sucked the whole tender nipple between his lips.
"Ooooooo," Luann squeaked, "yeah, suck my tit, honey..."
Again Karen flushed with lusty envy. Why couldn't SHE have a lover like Harry, a man who really knew how to get her aroused? Damn, it would feel great to have a guy sucking hotly on her tits like a hungry baby, stimulating her sensitive nipples into hard erection. But she knew how Phil would react to the idea. He'd consider it either silly or dirty.
Harry sucked one tit, then the other, making Luann squeal and moan with pleasure. He finally left her large long tits tautly swollen and wet, the nipples sticking out stiffly. Luann had barely had time to catch her breath when he suddenly slid down the bed and stuck his face into her crotch.
"Oh, my God, yesss," she hissed, "yes, eat me, lover..."
Karen's heart pounded. She'd heard and read about oral sex for so long, and she'd wanted it so badly, but Phil wouldn't even consider it. She'd asked him once, timidly, if they could give it a try, but he said it was only for sickies who were too jaded to enjoy ordinary sex any more.
Karen didn't believe that. She believed that anything two willing partners might enjoy in bed was okay, and that if people loved each other they'd do everything they could to give each other pleasure. Unfortunately Phil hadn't been raised to think that way, and there was no point in arguing with him. She dropped the subject-but she'd never lost her secret yearning to experiment with oral sex.
Now she watched it being performed for the first time, her heart thudding and her envious cunt drooling a steady stream of hot juice that ran down her inner thighs. God, how she, envied Luann...
The red haired girl lay on her back with her legs as wide open as possible, the knees bent and drawn back clear to her tits. This left her scarlet moist gash lewdly exposed, nothing hidden from Harry's eager eyes. He gawked at his mistress pussy for a moment, then bent down close and stuck out his tongue.
He burrowed the tip of his tongue between the copper-furred, lips of her plump tons and started to tickle the tiny red dot of her cit. Instantly Luann's slim body arched upward, her clit eagerly meeting his flicking tongue, and a look of utter ecstasy came over her face. Karen saw a big rush of steamy juice coming from the girl's cunt mouth as Harry started licking her sensitive joy button.
"Oooooo, yesss, lover, YESSS," Luann gasped. Yes, eat me, lick me. . Oh, Harry, that's sooo good..."Karen sighed deeply. She could easily imagine how great it would feel to have her tits licked-to be licked at all would be fantastic. Needless to say, Phil hadn't ever gone down on her even once in their whole marriage. He didn't think it was "natural". Karen thought his attitude was bullshit. It sure as hell was "natural" to love your lover, to do whatever your partner enjoyed the most.
Her pussy creamed and ached as she enviously watched Luann getting her clit licked. The red haired girl moaned blissfully and kept her legs wide open for Harry as he took his time about lapping, lashing and arousing her tiny red nub. His tongue tickled around the base and up the little shaft, then zipped in mischievous circles around and around the whole tender button. Karen yearned to have the same thing done to her.
"Ahhhhh," Luann moaned, "ahhhh, God, yes, so good... Do my cunt, too, baby... Lick me everywhere, Harry . ."
Harry took his time about it, apparently enjoying his work. He didn't stop tonguing her clit till the little red button was swollen and erect like a miniature cock. Only then did he slide his thick wet tongue down lower into Luann's steamy pink crotch and begin to rim the drooling mouth of her cunt.
"Ununmmm, YEAH, baby, lick me there," Luann whined, "lick my cunt..."
Karen held her breath as she watched. She could imagine nothing more exquisitely pleasurable than having a man's long slick tongue inside her cunt-but would any man be thoughtful enough to do that to a woman? Luann was begging for it, but would Harry really do it? His tongue went around and around the very rim of her cunt mouth, circling and teasing..
"Deeper, deeper," Luann whined, "put it in me, oh, please, Harry, please, stick your tongue up my cunt Still his red wet tongue rimmed the girl's drooling cunt mouth, teasing, tantalizing, while she begged for penetration. Karen could understand just how she felt, for her own starved twat was aching for something inside, it. Then Harry began to inch his tongue up the steamy little hole, and for a long moment Luann arched her body and trembled but didn't make a Sound. Finally he had his tongue in her clear to the root, and she broke her silence.
"Oh, my GOD," she gasped, "oh, Harry, baby, TOO MUCH.. . That's the best, lover. .. Yeah, yeah, move your tongue in me."
Harry began to fuck her with his tongue, jerking the limber red organ swiftly up and down in the tight steamy sheath of her box. Luann lost all self-control, gurgling and chuckling and squealing with pleasure, holding her legs open lewdly wide while she blissfully took his tongue thrusts in her horny little cunt. Karen could have screamed with envy; She'd have given anything to have a man make love to her that way.
And she had the chance of a snowball in hell...
She couldn't imagine any circumstances under which Phil would even consider licking her cunt. She'd gladly lick his cock. She'd gotten off on it that afternoon, before he made her stop. But he wouldn't return the favor, she knew that. With his puritanical, Victorian view of sex, he wouldn't do anything but ball her, all too quickly, in the missionary position.
"AHHHHHHH," Luann wailed, "my God, Harry, you're driving me crazy... Oh, honey, I LOVE IT!"
I'll bet, Karen thought bitterly.
She creamed hugely as she tried to imagine how fantastically good it would feel to take a man's jerking slick tongue deep in her cunt. She simply couldn't stand the frustration any longer, couldn't bear the aching horniness she felt from watching another couple get it on. She reached up under her nightie and began to frig herself, using her stiffened middle finger to rub her clit briskly. At least she'd get SOME satisfaction out of this night.
As Karen began to beat off, Harry at last drew his, cream-soaked face out of Luann's hot crotch and caught his breath. He was grinning as he looked down at his panting red-faced mistress with her pleasure-blasted smile. But Luann wasn't helpless for long. With a mischievous look she suddenly pushed Harry down on his back and knelt beside him.
"My turn for a midnight snack," she said.
Harry just grinned and folded his arms behind his head. Luann bent low over him, her red-glossed lips almost touching his stiff-standing cock which stood straight up from his belly, the head fat and purple and swollen, the stalk taut and pale and blue-veined.
Her small pink tongue crept out ...
"Oh, God," Karen murmured.
She couldn't help it. She wanted so much to have that experience again, to be allowed to lick and taste a man's cock for as long as she wanted. Damn her prudish husband anyway! Why couldn't he allow himself any pleasure? Why couldn't he understand what he was missing when he wouldn't let his eager wife do anything new or kinky to him?
Luann's wet little tongue tickled into the silver-curled bush at the base of Harry's prick and then started working upward, lashing and lapping and circling. Harry moaned loudly, and his eyes rolled briefly, aimlessly, as the first blast of pleasure hit him. Then he grinned blissfully as his pretty mistress continued to lick slowly, thoroughly, up the pole of his cocks
"Yeah, baby, that's what I like," he sighed. "You just lick that meat and take your time about it, sweetheart. I could go all night.
She took her time, all right. Minutes passed before she finally worked her way up to the swollen purple head of his cock. When she finally got there, she gave it a brief mock-nibble with her little white teeth, and then suddenly sucked it into her mouth. She took not only the fat knobby head, but his whole dick, almost down to his balls.
"AWWWWWW," Harry moaned, delighted and surprised.
Karen couldn't figure out how Luann could take that long thick cock all the way into her mouth-until she saw the girl's throat bulge. Karen's heart pounded as she thought of taking a fat tasty prick right into her throat. Luann sucked ravenously on Harry's meat, her head bouncing up and down over his lap. Harry gasped and moaned with the powerful jay of having his dick sucked.
"Oh, Christ, that's enough," he said after a moment. "I'm gonna come if you don't quit. Awwww, Jesus. ."
Luann sat up, and his spit-soaked cock popped from between her lips. Karen looked at it longingly, wanted it deep in her red-hot famished cunt. Instead Luann was going to get it. She was still on her hands and knees, catching her breath, when Harry rolled over and mounted her from behind, doggie-style. Unable to wait, he jammed the big hard head of his cock into her tiny cunt mouth-and Karen saw the fat white stalk quickly vanish up the little hole.
"OHHHHHH," Luann gasped. "Oh, God, YES... Fuck meee..."
Harry began to ball her almost violently, his big hard cock slamming in and out of her cunt, his swollen balls slapping noisily against her wet pussy. Luann wailed continuously with pleasure, and Harry moaned and yelped as he fucked her. Karen watched enviously, wishing she and Phil could make love like that. She was willing to bet that Harry wouldn't leave his partner without an orgasm.
And she was right. Sweating, panting, Harry hung in there and kept on balling the moaning girl till she came. A look of utter bliss swept over Luann's face as a violent climax rocked her lovely body. She wailed her delight in a hoarse helpless voice.
"Yes, baby, yes, YESSS" she cried, "I'm coming.. OHHHHHH..."
Karen could have wept with envy. Instead she went on rubbing her clit grimly and managed to bring herself off just about the time that Harry moaned and shot his load. It wasn't much of an orgasm for Karen, nothing compared to the powerful pleasure Luann had experienced, but it was better than nothing at all. She recovered quickly and watched with envy as the satisfied couple curled up in each other's arms and drifted off to sleep. Phil always turned away from her after they fucked.
Suddenly she heard someone coming down the corridor. She jumped to her feet quickly, blushing hotly. It was Manuel, coming from the deck. My God, how long had he been standing in the corridor? Had he seen her? What if he'd watched her spying on the captain and frigging herself'? She'd die of shame...
His eyes seemed to mock her as he said, "Still awake, Mrs. Brandon? May I get you a sleeping pill?"
"N-no, no, thank you, Manuel," she stammered, "I was just going to bed."
She hurried to her cabin, still wondering how much the steward had seen. Dear God, she just had to get hold of herself. Being caught like that could ruin Phil's career. Yet she couldn't seem to get rid of her endless overpowering lust...