“Ohhhhhhh,” Karen cried, “Ohhhhh!”
For long delicious moments she couldn’t think of anything but Harry’s tongue expertly licking and arousing her clit. She couldn’t remember why she was protesting, why she wanted to resist this man. She didn’t even think of Phil. She was conscious only of the deep and unending need in her cunt, a need her husband hadn’t satisfied in years. Harry’s busy wet tongue gave the promise of fulfilling that need.
“Ahhhhhhh,” Karen whined, “so good…”
She heard his muffled laugh from her steamy crotch. He knew he was getting to her, the bastard. Somehow she couldn’t summon the energy or the will, to stop him. It just felt too damned good. She gurgled and panted shamelessly as he tongued her tiny red joy button faster and faster. Cream leaked steadily from her horny little cunt.
Then she felt Harry’s tongue snaking lower into her crotch, rimming the creaming mouth of her twat. Intense excitement gripped her, and only the fleeting thought of Phil kept her from begging Harry to stick his tongue right up her box. But Harry didn’t have to be told. He knew, damn him, just what would get to her the most. She felt his thick wet tongue thrusting into her long-starved cunt.
“Ahhhhhhh,” she wailed, “Ahhhhh… No, Harry, please, don’t do that… Take it out… Oh, my God!”
Harry paid no attention to her protests. He just worked his tongue as far as he could into her scalding wet cunt, clear to the root. Karen felt her belly deliciously stuffed with the slippery probing organ, and again she was lost. She simply couldn’t deny herself this exquisite pleasure.
“Oh, yes, yessss,” she moaned, “lick my cunt… Ahhhhh, my God, that feels sooo good…”
Her legs opened wider and wider as Harry worked his fat tongue in her creamy tight box. She couldn’t stop squealing and moaning and gasping with delight. Damn it, she’d been needing this kind of love-making for too long, and she couldn’t bring herself to turn it down. At least she had to enjoy it a few moments longer, and then she’d somehow get away to her cabin.
Harry, ginning, raised his wet face from her thoroughly aroused pussy. “You really dug that, didn’t you, doll?” he said.
Karen just blushed. No answer was needed. Harry knew damn well she’d enjoyed it. He’d been right there to feel the swelling of her cunt lips, the uncontrollable creaming of her twat, and the fierce heat of her aroused gash. YES, dammit, she’d liked it.
Then Harry quickly moved up her body again, straddling her, his muscular ass just grazing her tits. Somehow while he was licking her pussy, he’d gotten his pants off. She was face to face with his nakedness, and not prepared for it. She gawked at his droopy soft prick and its thick silver bush. He leaned forward fill the warm flaccid prick brushed her lips.
“I did something nice for you,” he whispered. “Now you do something nice for me.”
Her conscience, her moral part, told her she didn’t want to suck Harry’s cock, that he was a nasty man and it was an evil act. The rest of her paid no attention to the message. She felt saliva pooling in her mouth, then she was sticking out her tongue. She stuck it under Harry’s drooping soft meat and mischievously lashed it, making his pale prick flop and bounce.
“Yeah,” he said excitedly, “eat me, baby… Get me hard.”
Karen didn’t have to be encouraged. Prom the moment she’d tasted cock for the first time, she knew she was going to love giving head. She practically drooled as she sucked Harry’s soft prick into her mouth and began to suck on it hungrily, loudly, and wetly, Harry gave a yelp of pleasure, and his broad face went red with arousal. He grinned down at her as she sucked his dick.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s the way, doll,” he panted. “That feels real nice.”
Karen sucked hungrily, and before long she felt his dick lurching into erection on her tongue. It twitched with an eager life of its own, shot out long and stiff, and thickened till it stretched her lips almost painfully. It began to dribble tasty cock juice onto her tongue, and she gobbled up the delicious cream with a greedy gurgling sound.
“That’s good, that’s good, baby,” Harry sighed. “Let me go now.”
He gingerly withdrew his hugely swollen cock from her mouth, and it snapped up wetly to hug his belly. Karen stared at the gleaming fat prick and thought how much she’d like to have it working hard and deep and fast in her cunt. She wasn’t going to, though. Things had gone far enough. She loved her husband and didn’t intend to cheat on him again.
“I’ll suck you off if you want, Harry,” she said, “but I’m not going to fuck you.”
He began to laugh. He seemed highly amused, and it was a moment before he could speak. “Listen, doll,” he said, “you don’t have any say in this at all. I call the shots from now on.”
Karen flushed angrily and started to get up but found she couldn’t move under his far superior weight. Harry chuckled and stretched out on her full length. While she screamed and fought, he used his knees to force her legs apart. He sank down between her soft thighs and shoved his cock roughly into her cunt.
“Ohhhhh, nooooo,” Karen yelled. “Harry, please, no, don’t fuck me.”
He paid no attention, of course. He jabbed hard and deep with his big rock-hard cock and penetrated her easily, pushing into her till his swollen nut sacs came to rest against her slit. He started to ball her with brutal force, thrusting deep and hard and fast. The instant Karen felt that powerful fucking motion, she was lost. The pleasure was just too much, her need too great.
“Oh, God, yes, ball me,” she babbled, “fuck me, screw me… Oh, Harry, don’t stop… I love it, I love it.”
She knew she’d be ashamed of herself later for her wanton behavior, but for now she couldn’t help it. Harry’s hard prolonged fucking was driving her wild. She felt a stunning burst of joy as the first powerful orgasm washed over her, and her body shook and convulsed in delicious spasms. A minute later she was coming again, just as powerfully. It seemed to go on and on.
“You digging it, doll?” Harry panted. “You like the way I’m balling you?”
“Oh, yes, yes,” Karen sobbed, “it’s wonderful… My God, I’m coming again…ahhhhhhhh!”
She remembered vaguely wishing that Phil could make love to her like this, making her come again and again, but mostly she could think of nothing but the fantastic pleasure she was getting from Harry’s pounding cock. She lost track of time. Hours seemed to have passed when Harry finally gave a lusty bellow and shot his load into her.
No sooner was her passion satisfied, however, than she began to feel terrible guilt. Harry saw her tears of shame and bent down to lick them up.
“Listen, kid,” he said almost tenderly, “I know you never did this before, never cheated on your old man, but I’m telling you, don’t take it so hard. Just about everybody does it nowadays.”
“But, Harry, I feel so wicked,” Karen said.
He laughed. “Baby, if you think this was wicked, wait till later tonight. You ain’t seen nothing yet. Now run along and put on something pretty and meet us all on deck.”
“But, Harry,” she began.
“Never mind,” he interrupted with a mysterious grin. “Just go get dressed. You’re gonna see something really wild tonight.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Karen paid little attention to what Harry said. She went off to her cabin moving like a zombie, overcome with terrible guilt for having been unfaithful to Phil a second time. That made twice in one day. She was beginning to wonder what was wrong with her. She seemed to be endlessly horny, unable to control herself.