Karen knew she'd almost fucked Manuel, and she felt so guilty about it, she couldn't look Phil in the eye the next day. She'd, come so close to committing adultery, it scared her. She felt like she needed to get off alone somewhere and think – and in the afternoon Harry Rosen provided her with the chance…
"What lucky person wants to go into port and do some shopping?" Harry asked as they all lounged around after lunch. "We've gotta have more booze."
They all moaned, except for Karen, who said, "I'll be glad to go, Harry. Just give me a list of what you need."
"Honey, are you sure you can manage?" Phil said. "This is a Mexican town you'll be going to, and you don't know any Spanish."
"No problem," said Harry. "Manuel will be taking her in, and he can interpret."
Karen blushed. She hadn't realized that Manuel would be going along on the trip. But it was too late now to back out. Nervous and uneasy, but committed to going, she went below and changed into a modest cotton dress. When she came back on deck, Manuel had lowered a small speedboat for their trip into port.
"You be careful, now," Phil said as he helped her into the smaller boat. "Manuel, you take good care of my wife."
"Oh, I will, Mr. Brandon," said Manuel. "I promise."
Karen detected no sarcasm in the steward's voice, but hehad to be thinking of yesterday when he replied to Phil. He had to be thinking of how he'd gotten all Karen's clothes off, how he'd licked the most intimate parts of her body, and how she'd hungrily and shamelessly licked his cock and sucked it. Poor Phil, he had no idea of the amusement he must have given to Manuel.
"Are you sure Karen will be safe on shore?" Phil asked Harry as Manuel prepared the speedboat for departure.
"Don't you worry about a thing, Phil," Harry said. "These people are very friendly – especially when a stranger has good old American dollars to spend. Besides, Manuel knows how to handle himself."
"I guess you're right, Harry."
Karen felt bitterly ashamed of herself as Manuel took the little boat rapidly away from Harry's yacht. Phil's concern made her feel so guilty. He was a good man, even if he was a lousy lover, and she had damned near cheated on him yesterday with Manuel.
Oh, hell, why mince words? She HAD cheated on Phil in her heart – she just hadn't had time to go all the way in reality. Sure, she'd fought Manuel when he tried to stick his cock into her, but how long would she have held out? When she was honest with herself, she knew she would soon have opened her legs for the handsome steward, welcoming his stiff ready meat.
Well, no more of that.
She really didn't have to wary today anyhow. There wasn't much Manuel could do in the little boat or in town. He might cop a few feels, make a few remarks, but he couldn't try to seduce her. She'd just get the shopping done as quickly as possible and then get back to Phil. She wouldn't let Manuel affect her, wouldn't make the same mistake as yesterday.
Manuel steered the speedboat and said nothing to her till they rounded a rocky finger of land and the yacht was out of sight. Then he slowed the engine to a putter and just drifted along. Karen turned to him, puzzled, and saw that he was grinning at her.
"I know a place where we can pull in," he said, "a beach where nobody comes and nobody can see us. This time we won't be interrupted. I'll make love to you…"
"No, Manuel," Karen said coldly. "I won't ever make love to you. I won't cheat on my husband – I already told you that. Now let's get into town. We have shopping to do."
Manuel's grin faded and he frowned at her. "Are you serious?" he said. "Here we have the perfect opportunity to ball without then finding out, and you won't do it?"
"That's right," said Karen, "I won't. I couldn't live with my conscience if I did, Manuel. I love my husband, and I won't be unfaithful to him."
Manuel made a snorting noise of disgust. "That's bullshit," he said. "I know you want me. Yesterday – well, I could tell. You were hot for me. If they hadn't interrupted, you would have let me fuck you."
Karen blushed and hung her head, knowing this was true. "Let's not discuss it any further, Manuel," she said. "You won't change my mind. Now, please, let's be on our way."
For a moment he looked as if he wanted to slap her, but then he sighed, shrugged, and started up the engine again. Karen breathed a sigh of relief as the boat proceeded faster on its way. In the far distance she could see the little coastal village where they would do the shopping.
Suddenly, however, Manuel swung the boat into a cove and cut the motor. They quickly drifted out of sight of any passersby. The cove had high rocky walls and a tiny white beach, all well hidden. This must be the place Manuel had mentioned – but, damnit, she'd told him not to go there. She'd told him to take her straight to town.
"Manuel," she said angrily, "just what the hell do you think you're doing?"
He laughed, not bothered by her anger. "I think I'm about to get into your pants," he said rudely.
Karen's face flamed. "Don't you dare talk to me like that," she said. "I'll tell Harry when we get back."
"Oh, I don't think you will," said Manuel, unbuttoning his shirt, "because then you'd have to explain why I 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."
Manuel only grinned and started pulling down her panties. He did it quickly, surprising her, and he had them down to her ankles before she could react. She struggled, but he just laughed and held her wrists, and she found herself kicking off her own panties. Her dress hiked up over her golden muff, exposing it to Manuel's hungry dark eyes.
"Now we'll have some real fun," he said eagerly.
He started to climb back on top of her, but Karen screamed and rolled away from him. He grabbed her and they started wrestling in the cramped space at the bottom of the little boat. It was no contest. Manuel was far too strong for her. After a moment he succeeded in pinning her arms, and then he eased himself onto her, his silky hard cock sliding between her thighs.
"Okay," he sighed, "you want to do it the hard way? We'll do it the hard way."
She was riding his cock, straddling it. He made no attempt to penetrate her. He just lay there with his long hard cock pressing against her scalding hot pussy, letting her feel his super erection. He left it to her own imagination how great it would feel if he pushed that stiff meat inside her. And her imagination was telling her, all right.
"Let me go," Karen sobbed, "oh, please…" Manuel didn't answer. Instead he started moving his hard hot cock gently back and forth between her legs, stimulating and arousing her greedy little clit, her swollen cunt lips, and the small wrinkle of her asshole. She moaned and juiced all over his gently moving cock. Damn him, he could hardly have found a more effective way of turning her on.
His cock was so close… All she had to do was reach down there and ease him into her body… She wanted it so badly… He was driving her crazy, rubbing against her starved gash like that. She forced herself to concentrate on an image of Phil's face, to think how crushed he'd be if she fucked another man.
And then that damned Manuel had to go one step farther and arouse her even more…
He suddenly slid down her body and thrust his hot flushed face into her crotch. Karen cried out in surprise – and then in dizzy pleasure as she felt his thick slippery tongue easing into her cunt. She had to get him out of there, or she was lost.
"No, Manuel," she cried hoarsely, "no, please, don't do that… Don't lick my cunt… Ohhhhh, noooo…"
She was lost. She simply couldn't resist the exquisite joy of having his expert tongue probing and jerking and licking deep in her famished cunt. She moaned and lay back limp in the little rocking boat. She let her legs fall wide apart, opening her pussy completely to Manuel as he gave her head. She whined her intense pleasure as he licked deep in her cunt.
Sorry, Phil, she thought, but YOU never do this for me…
It was obscene. She could hear the lewd wet slurping noise as Manuel leisurely tasted and reamed her creamy hole with his long mobile tongue. She was whining and moaning like an animal, lying there in the open air with her legs widely spread. Yes, she must be quite a sight but she couldn't help it. The pleasure of his cunt-licking was too great to resist.
"Ahhhhh, God," she moaned.
He licked inside her wet scalding twat for a few minutes, until she was moaning steadily and creaming uncontrollably, making a wet puddle on the blanket. Then he raised himself a little, kneeling between her let's, and pressed the big hard head of his erect cock against the gaping mouth of her aroused cunt. He looked down at her.
"Now I'll fuck you, yes?" he said hoarsely.
"Noooo," Karen whined, "no, Manuel, I can't Phil…"
That was all she could say, she felt too confused to say anything else. Manuel looked angry for a moment, but then he dipped his face into her crotch again. This time his mouth pressed against the tiny red lump of her clit. Karen gasped with pleasure as she felt him sucking the sensitive little bump into his mouth.
"Ahhhhhh," she moaned.
Again she was lost in sensual delight. Manuel knew how to blow her mind completely with his superb clit-sucking. She closed her eyes and just lay there moaning and creaming for a long wonderful time. His hot wet mouth sucked her fat little clit briskly till she felt almost ready to come. Then again he raised himself from her crotch and pressed the hard wet head of his cock against the mouth of her cunt.
"Noooo," she wept, "I haven't changed my mind. Oh, you know I want you, Manuel – I can't hide it – but we have to think of Phil. Please, let me end your torture. Let me suck you off…"
But he shook his head and again went down on her. She saw that he was determined to arouse her to the point of submission. Well, he'd come damned close twice now, but she was sure she could hold out. After all, he'd tongued both her cunt and her clit, and she'd still managed to say no…
"Ahhhhhhh," Karen wailed, suddenly overcome with pleasure.
Manuel was working his long slippery tongue right into her tiny tight asshole…
She thought she'd faint, it felt so wonderful. She was shocked that he should tongue her there, but at the same time she wished it could go on forever. She felt his slick hot tongue snaking deep into her sensitive clinging bumhole, and she helplessly screamed her joy. My God, there couldn't possibly be a more intense pleasure than this.
And then again Manuel withdrew his tongue, raised himself, and pressed his cock against her creamy hot cunt mouth…
"Now," he gasped, "now we fuck…"
She opened her mouth to say no, but nothing came out. She was at the end of her self-control, the end of her patience. Too many years of frustration and lust had piled up on her. She could no longer deny herself the fulfillment she needed so desperately. So as Manuel pressed the hard head of his cock against her soaked cunt mouth, she merely lay back and let him do as he pleased.
"Karen," he panted.
It was the first time he'd used her first name. He sighed her name as he understood that she had submitted to him. He sighed it as he drove his cock eagerly into her pulpy wet cunt-sheath, penetrating her swiftly, pushing in clear to his swollen balls.
"Ahhhhhhh, yes," Karen wailed.
She clung hard to him, slamming her starved pussy up to meet his thrust, wanting every delicious inch of his thick young cock inside her body. She creamed hugely around his invading dick and threw her legs around him to drive him in even deeper. When she felt that fat knobby head of his prick against her womb, she moaned with joy.
"You like it, darling?" Manuel panted. "You like having my cock in you?"
"Yes, yes," Karen moaned. "Oh, God, Manuel, fuck me… I need it so much."
"Yes, my darling, I will," Manuel said eagerly. "I'll make it good for you."
And he did. She couldn't deny it. He balled her like she'd never been balled before, like she hadn't dreamed possible. He was like a machine, his cock slamming tirelessly in and out of her hot juicy little hole, fucking her hard and fast and steadily, the way she'd needed it for so long. She not only came – she came a dozen times. She came until she thought she'd faint. But only after all those orgasms did Manuel finally shoot his load into her, spraying her womb with his hot sizzling come.
He looked smug afterwards. "See?" he said with a grin. "I told you it would be great, didn't I?"
"Yes, Manuel," she said sadly.
It had been great. She couldn't deny it. But now that it was over, now that her lust was finally appeased, she thought of Phil. She'd cheated on her beloved husband – and she could never forgive herself for that. She'd been unfaithful for the first time in her marriage. Guilt overwhelmed her.
"Quickly, Manuel," she said, "let's get out of here…"