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 glowingand 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…”
