Cunt juice poured down her inner thighs as Roger’s expert clit-licking got her powerfully aroused. She dug her nails into his shoulders.
“Oh, Jesus, yes, yes, yes,” Penny wailed, “eat meee…”
Karen was frigging herself like crazy, as she watched, rubbing her middle finger briskly back and forth over her horny little clit, but she knew it couldn’t feel half as good as Roger’s slick hot tongue must feel on Penny’s red- hot joy button. Still it was better than nothing at all, and she kept massaging her frantically horny clit-nub as she watched the Greens make love.
“That’s enough, darling,” Penny was moaning, “I can’t stand it any more… I want you in me, Roger… Oh, God, I want you to fuck me so badly…”
Roger kept his face pressed against her glossy brown muff a few moments longer, licking her clit so hard and lewdly that Karen could hear the wet slurping sound even through the door. Penny clawed his shoulders and moaned crazily, rivers of hot twat cream running down her legs. At last he released her, and she staggered backward and fell onto the bed, her big cone-shaped tits bouncing wildly. She stared at her husband with hot hungry eyes—and Roger grinned.
“Now what was it you wanted, lady?” he teased.
“I wanta get laid,” Penny moaned.
“I wanta get laid, please,” Roger corrected.
Penny burst into helpless laughter. “Get your ass over here, you silly bastard,” she said, “before I rape you.”
“Well, since you put in that way…” Roger said with a shrug.
He walked over and got onto the bed with Penny. She grinned and opened her long legs very wide for him, drawing up her knees. Her slit was a rich ripe red, soaked and gleaming with her horny hot juice and fringed with dark brown curls. Roger crawled between her legs and then lifted them up and rested them on his shoulders. That made her pussy absolutely exposed and vulnerable to him—but Penny obviously didn’t mind.
“Oh, hurry, darling,” she panted. “Put it in me… I want your cock so badly, Roger, I could scream… hurry…”
He grinned and thrust the hugely swollen purple head of his cock into the soaked shadowy mouth of her cunt. Penny gave a scream of excitement as he started to penetrate her.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she wailed, “do it to me, stick it in me… Oh, God, that’s good. Deeper, darling, as deep as you… Oh, Roger, I love your big long cock…”
She went on babbling obscenely, making Karen blush—but Karen could certainly understand the other woman’s excitement. She’d probably be babbling, too, if she were in Penny’s place—and, oh, God, how she wished she were in Penny’s place. She needed a stiff cock so badly, she could have screamed. She almost wept with envy and frustration as she watched Penny taking every hard inch of Roger’s thick pale prick.
“Ahhhhhh, yes,” Penny sighed as she was fully stuffed with his swollen meat. “Now ball me silly, darling.”
“I’ll do my best,” Roger chuckled.
And he did, as far as Karen was concerned. She watched, and he fucked Penny for fifteen long glorious minutes. He didn’t just bring his wife off once. He brought Penny off half a dozen times, till she was panting, babbling and incoherent. Karen hadn’t believed such a thing was possible—that a man could ball so long and give a woman so many orgasms. But obviously it was possible. She was seeing it with her own eyes.
Seeing it—and eating her heart out. Now why couldn’t Phil fuck her like that? Miserably she went on rubbing her clit and managed to give herself a little come, but it was nothing compared to what she needed or to what Penny Green was getting from Roger. He just kept humping away, like a Goddamned machine, his small tight ass pumping steadily up and down between Penny’s creamy thighs.
“Roger, oh, my God, Roger,” Penny sighed at last, “I forgive you everything. I’m sorry I was such a bitch. You are a fantastic lay, darling.”
“Aw, shucks,” Roger said. “It was nothing.”
“Like hell,” Penny laughed. “It was super, sweetie. But now you get your reward…”
She did something—Karen wasn’t sure what made Roger yelp with surprise and pleasure.
“How the hell do you do that?” he gasped.
“You mean, tighten my cunt?” Penny giggled.
“Yeah,” he sighed. “How do you do it?”
“Oh, I dunno,” she teased. “I just do This!”
“Ohhhhhh, God,” Roger yelled.
His ass began to fly, and Karen could hear his belly smacking loudly against Penny’s as he fucked his wife furiously and shot his steamy load of jism against her womb. Then he moaned and collapsed onto Penny’s heavy tits. Within seconds they had fallen asleep in each other’s arms, fulfilled and content and exhausted.
Karen sighed and got to her feet. She felt like crying, she was so horny and envious. She started down the corridor to go back on deck, when she suddenly looked up and saw Manuel. She blushed deeply. Like last night, she wondered how long he’d been standing there and how much he’d seen.
“Excuse me,” she mumbled, trying to squeeze past him in the narrow corridor.
Manuel didn’t move. Karen had expected him to move, he was always so polite, and so she plowed right into him, felt his hot smooth flesh and the crisp hairs of his bare chest. She gasped and looked up, her face only an inch from his. He was grinning. Then he kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth.
The kiss lasted only a split second, but while it was happening Karen creamed right through her bikini. She just couldn’t help it. Then Manuel pulled back, grinned again, and turned away. He went up on deck where Karen had intended to go. She fled in the opposite direction, to her cabin. She knew she couldn’t trust herself alone with Manuel, not until she’d cooled off and recovered her wits.
In the cabin Phil was lying on the bed naked. He’d been asleep but he woke when Karen hurried in, blinking at her but not moving. Karen was delighted to see him. Not only would he take her thoughts off Manuel, but they could make love. That was what she needed more than anything in the world right now.
“Darling,” she whispered, shucking her bikini and crawling onto the bed beside her husband. “Phil, darling, make love to me…”
He yawned. “Later, okay, honey? I’m really bushed.”
And he promptly went back to sleep.
Karen was so stunned, she couldn’t even get mad or cry. My God, what was the matter with this guy? He was young, healthy, and straight—so why didn’t he show more interest in sex? She was no psychiatrist, she couldn’t puzzle it out—but she knew one thing for sure. Her marriage couldn’t last much longer if Phil didn’t start fucking her and fucking her well…
CHAPTER FOUR
Karen lay for a long time beside her snoring husband, wondering which was worse—watching Phil sleep instead of making love to her, or going up on deck and lusting for Manuel, whom she couldn’t have. Either way it was a whole lot of frustration. Finally, though, she decided it might be best to at least get away from, the bed. It was too much to lie there thinking that she’dnever have a good time in that bed.
She put on a skimpy blue bikini, grabbed a bottle of suntan oil and a towel, and went up on deck. To her relief, there was no one else in sight, not even Manuel, who must have been steering the boat from inside. Karen spread out her towel, rubbed herself with oil, and lay belly-down in the hot sun. The gentle motion of the boat on the calm sea almost lulled her to sleep.
She tried to think about the dilemma of her life, about being mated to a man she loved but who didn’t know how to make love to her—but she found herself drifting into a stupor of heat and relaxation. Long minutes passed, she lost track of time. She was almost asleep, in fact, when she sensed that she was no longer alone on deck.
Yes, there was a shadow over her face. She opened her eyes and saw a tan bare foot just in front of her. She gazed up a muscular leg, over a pair of red swimming trunks, over a broad tan chest—and looked finally at Manuel’s face. He was grinning, that maddening knowing grin he’d used on her before. Karen found herself blushing without
