made a pass at you in the first place. You’d have to tell him about yesterday, and how you let me take your clothes off and eat your pussy, and how you sucked my dick. And then you’d look really funny, because under the circumstances, it’s no wonder I made a pass. You enticed me, Mrs. Brandon. You encouraged me…”
Karen’s head spun. She felt confused. Somehow Manuel was saying it was all her fault—and yet she really didn’t want to be here with him. In any case, she’d better be prepared for a fight. Manuel looked determined to have her. He’d taken off his shirt and shoes and was wearing nothing but skin-tight jeans.
“Take me into town immediately, Manuel,” she said sternly. “I’m only going to warn you once. You’ll be very sorry if you don’t do as I say.”
“Okay,” he grinned, “I’ll take you into town, Mrs. Brandon—just as soon as you put out. Just a quick fuck, okay, then we’ll be on our way. That sounds fair to me.”
“Well, it doesn’t to me,” Karen said angrily. “Please get it clear—I’m not going to make love with you, and if you don’t stop this nonsense at once and take me to town, I’ll see that you lose your job.”
He eyed her intently. “I’ll take a chance on that,” he said softly, “because I really believe that once I’ve balled you, you’ll want more. You won’t complain—you’ll come back to me and beg me to do it again.”
Karen laughed haughtily. “Well, you’ve certainly got a high opinion of yourself,” she said. “But you are full of shit, mister. I don’t want you. Now let’s get going.”
Manuel only smiled. He took a blanket out of a storage box and spread it on the floor of the boat. He started to unzip his fly. Karen found her eyes darting to the spot, and then she blushed and looked away—but not before Manuel caught her. He grinned knowingly and moved closer to her as he opened his pants.
“Go ahead and look,” he said, “don’t be bashful. You liked it well enough yesterday. It’ll be like meeting an old friend.”
Karen moaned almost inaudibly. She wanted very much to look at his handsome young cock, but she was afraid of the effect it might have on her. She’d been so horny for so long, she might get dangerously aroused. She tried to avert her eyes, but there wasn’t much room in the boat and Manuel stood right before her.
Watching her with amusement, he slowly unzipped his fly only inches from her face. Karen gave up the struggle and watched. His pale erect dick sprung out of the tight confinement of his jeans, the head bulbous and purple. She felt a rush of saliva to her mouth and an excited glowing sensation in her crotch.
“It’s all yours, Mrs. Brandon,” he whispered. “You can have that good hard cock in your mouth, your cunt— wherever you want it…”
She stared as if hypnotized at his eight thick inches of silky hot cock-meat. Her cunt began to cream with frantic lust, and she shivered slightly as she thought of how desperately she wanted that gorgeous hard prick inside her. God knows she needed it. Only one thing in the world held her back, and that was the thought of Phil.
“Manuel, for God’s sake,” she said weakly, “don’t do this to me. Take me away from here.”
“No,” he said, “not till you fuck me. You and I were meant to get together, can’t you see?”
He grabbed her and forced her down on the blanket. It was like yesterday, Manuel lying on top of her, holding her down with his hot heavy weight, his erect cock pressing aggressively against her mons. The only difference was, this time she was dressed. Thank God for that. Karen wept with annoyance and pushed at his shoulders.
“This is rape,” she said desperately. “You could go to jail for this.”
“I’ll make you want it,” Manuel boasted.
Still pinning her down with his superior weight, he reached up under her dress. She felt his hot sweaty hand touching her upper thigh and then caressing the silky material of her panties. Then his fingers were creeping under her panties, touching the swollen moist lips of her cunt.
“Manuel, noooo,” she moaned, “don’t touch me there…”
“You’re wet,” he said eagerly. “You want me. Your pussy’s all wet and hot for me, Mrs. Brandon.”
“No, oh, God, no,” Karen sobbed.
How the hell had she gotten herself into such a mess, anyhow? How had an innocent shopping expedition suddenly turned into a rape? Above all, how was she going to get out of it? Manuel was young and strong and healthy, and she couldn’t light him off. But if she gave him what she wanted, she wouldn’t be able to live with her guilt afterward.
“Let me take off your panties,” Manuel crooned in her ear, his breath hot and moist. “Then I can touch you real well, make you feel good like yesterday.”
“Oh, God, please let me up,” Karen cried. “I don’t want to do this, Manuel.”
“You say you don’t,” he laughed, “but your pussy says something else. Why don’t you just relax and enjoy yourself? I’m a pretty good lay, girls tell me.”
She believed it. She was sure Manuel would be tremendous fun to ball. It only added to her torture. Why couldn’t he be somebody ugly or disgusting or boring? Why did he have to be so maddeningly attractive? It made it all the harder to resist when he started petting her aroused sensitive pussy, his fingers expertly stroking the swollen moist flesh, sending powerful waves of pleasure through her love-starved body.
“Oh, God, noooo,” she moaned.
“Sssshhhhh,” Manuel whispered, “relax. Let me make you feel, good. Open your legs for me, darling…”
His low voice and the gentle rocking of the boat had a lulling effect on her, and she found herself opening her legs just a little, giving him room to move his hand. He quickly slipped the whole hand inside her panties and began to massage her clit and pussylips. It felt so good, she creamed helplessly right into his hand.
“That’s better,” he crooned, “Just take it easy, feel good… Yes, open your legs more…”
Weakness conquered her, years of pent-up longing, and she opened her legs even wider. Manuel slipped down between them with a loud sigh. Now her thighs were going to be kept apart by his body, even if she changed her mind. But he didn’t rush things, didn’t alarm her by moving too fast. He just kept up his gentle but pleasant massage of her wet pussy.
“Your husband doesn’t do this for you?” he asked gently.
“No,” Karen admitted. “Phil is very straight laced. There are a lot of things he doesn’t believe in. Foreplay is one of them.”
Manuel snorted. “What, he doesn’t get you ready? He doesn’t get you aroused before he makes love to you?”
Karen blushed. “I’m afraid not. I wish he would—but it’s a matter of principle with him, I guess.”
“A very silly principle,” Manuel said disgustedly.
Karen agreed, but she didn’t want to think about it just then. She wanted to think of nothing but Manuel’s deliciously stroking fingers playing with her starved and grateful pussy. He rubbed the tiny nub of her clit, rimmed her juicy cunt mouth, massaged the fat lips of her twat. It all felt so good… But she knew she must make him stop soon, before she got too aroused and lost control of herself.
“Manuel,” she sighed, “perhaps you’re right. Perhaps I did lead you on. So I’ll take care of you. I’ll jack you off quickly, and then we can be on our way—but I won’t fuck you.”
He laughed and didn’t move. He began inching a stiff middle finger into her cunt.
“We aren’t going anywhere till you put out,” he said simply.
“But I offered to lack you off,” Karen protested.
“I can do that myself,” he said. “I don’t want kid stuff. I want into your cunt, Mrs. Brandon, and until I get there, we’re not leaving.”
Karen knew from his tone of voice that he really meant business. She would somehow have to fight him off —or give in. She pushed against his shoulders, but he only laughed and leaned down harder on her. At the same time he eased his stiff finger farther into her cunt, and she couldn’t help creaming around it.
“You’re so hot in there,” he sighed. “Hot for me?”
“Noooo!” Karen moaned as he began to pump his finger in her like a miniature cock. It felt terrific… “Oh, please, Manuel, don’t…”
But of course he wasn’t going to stop till he got what he wanted. Karen sobbed and writhed and pushed at his shoulders, but he kept her pinned down with his superior weight. He just kept toying with her, working his stiff finger in and out of her juicy little twat, making her squeal with pleasure.
“All right, damn you,” Karen moaned, “Ill blow you. I’ll suck you off. Will that be good enough?”
“No,” Manuel laughed. “I won’t settle for anything less than fucking you, Karen. Besides, you don’t even know how to give a blow job. You’ve never done it before, have you?”
“No,” Karen admitted, “but you could tell me how. Please, Manuel, I don’t want to be unfaithful to Phil.”
