Harriet Wahl was finding her European vacations more and more boring every year. Her first year hadn't been too terrific. She had met four different men from four different countries and had gone to bed with each of them in turn, only to learn none of them were as good a lay as her own husband. After two weeks, she got disgusted, returned home, and joined Ira at the summer home they had, where she spent the rest of the summer getting good and fucked, but still wishing she had found another good man.
Her husband was a great cocksman, all right. He was the best she'd ever known. True, she had been a virgin when they'd first met, and he had been the first man to lay her. Even so, afterward she had tried out quite a few men and had discovered not one of them came anywhere near her husband. And that was what was so frustrating. After all, had she been able to find some other good fuckers, she would have limited her extramarital affairs to those few men. But every year, even while at home, when Ira was off working somewhere, she would sneak in her share of additional cocks, and not one of them was anywhere near as good as Ira's. And now, off on vacation, she was once more traveling around Europe, seeking what appeared to be an impossible dream.
Last year things had been almost impossible. She had only found two men she thought worth bedding, and though both were excellent lays, neither was a match for her husband.
This year she was limiting herself to England. She was sick and tired of trying to communicate with men in languages she couldn't speak or understand. Perhaps there was a good British subject capable of satisfying her continual, undying lusts.
At the moment she was in the townhouse of Lord Eric Carr, a distinguished nobleman she had met on the plane coming over. He was as different from a British peer as anyone she might have imagined. He was young, perhaps eight years younger than she, and very, very slender. He moved with a certain amount of grace, and seemed to have a lot of stamina. And she knew he admired her.
Harriet was a bit on the heavy side, though far from fat. Her tits were very large now, and very heavy, and though her waistline had gone from twenty-three to twenty-eight, she didn't consider herself too unattractive, especially since her hips and bust both flared to a forty. Her thighs, for all the added weight, were still solid and not fleshy. And she had perfect calves.
She was wearing a white summer blouse with a built-in bra so she wouldn't have to wear any kind of harness. It was too warm for a full bra. And she had on a mid-length summer skirt of green cotton. She wore pantyhose in place of panties and stockings, and her feet were encased in flat-heeled, sensible walking shoes, which made her look small. She was only five foot three, anyway.
Lord Carr had invited her to afternoon tea, and she had graciously accepted, but the moment she entered his home and saw the look in his eyes, she knew he had no intention of drinking tea that afternoon. On the contrary, she could see the quiver of his nostrils as he smelled her perfume, and she was fully aware of his masculine need for her.
Even so, for a while it was a game. He showed her over his entire estate, and when teatime did come around, he ushered her into a small suite of rooms in the west wing of his home. Everything about the place reeked of class. She wondered if an English nobleman fucked with his nose up in the air.
"You have a lovely place here," she complimented, knowing he expected to hear it from her.
"And it's graced all the more by your being here," he complimented back. "You're an absolutely ravishing woman, Harriet. I may call you Harriet?"
"Of course, Lord Carr."
"Please, my friends call me Eric."
He led her into the bedroom, a large, airy room with English Tudor furniture, which included a huge, canopied bed capable of sleeping six.
"This is a lovely room," she said, not knowing what else to say.
"Shall we drop all this pretense?" he asked, gathering her in his arms.
With another man, Harriet might have played games and held him off for a while, but Eric Carr seemed to know her as well as she appeared to know him. Both were aware why she had come there that day. Both wanted to fuck.
He undressed Harriet very carefully, folding her clothing and placing it all very neatly on a nearby bench; then he undressed himself as well. His head bent and kissed her tits, sucking on nipples as thick as wine-bottle corks, and she responded by kissing the nape of his neck and allowing him to lead her to the bed where he made her lie down. The thick, heavy syrup was already pouring from her flushed twat. He slipped his fingers into the flooded interior of her soaking honeypot, letting them slide up into the slippery hole.
Harriet shuddered, her bobbling boobs shimmering as she luxuriated in the touch of Carr's caress. He lacked Ira's complete expertness, but he seemed to know what he was doing. Her blistering box was churning, ablaze with heated passion. She lifted herself with Carr's working fingers still squirming around in her hole, then came down, letting them sink even deeper into her boiling nookie. She quivered, thinking it wasn't possible for sex to feel this good without Ira.
"Ohhh, that feels so good, Eric," she murmured, closing her eyes and leaning back as his fingers continued to work their titillating magic. Her creaming cunt was crammed full of his fingers, and it felt good.
"More," Harriet whispered softly, bouncing her body all the more rapidly. "Fill my pussy, Eric. Fill it. I'm dying. I need more!"
Now Harriet was beginning to scream and writhe as she twisted and turned on the bed. Carr's other hand reached beneath and began squeezing her round asscheeks, feeling the softness of them as they pounded against the bed.
Slipping his fingers from her oozing snatch, Carr found them thickly coated with her lubricating juice. He sucked the fluid into his mouth and decided her cunt was delicious. He had to eat her. Straddling her beautiful face with his knees, Carr let his long, thin dick dangle above her ripe lips. He bent forward, thrusting his head between her round, heavy thighs, murmuring, "I'm going to lap your sweet pussy, Harriet. I'm going to eat it until I've drained it of every drop." And then he fell forward, letting his tongue slip inside the humid split of her horny cunt. He greedily sucked on the steaming, soaking labes, letting his tongue wash over the red flesh, lapping up the abundance of delicious juices as they flowed ceaselessly from her hole. He sucked and licked as if melted ice cream were running out of her fiery cunt.
Harriet took Carr's long, dangling cock into her mouth and felt it immediately become hard. His pre-cum was slipping from the tiny slit in his knob, and she sipped the delightful liquid into her throat, letting her tongue run across the tightening skin of his rock-hard tool. Her oral caresses made Carr's prick tingle.
Now Eric's cunt-lapping suddenly became fiercer. He dug his teeth into the tender flesh of her labes, then sucked hard on her fully enlarged cunt, nibbling on it like a morsel of ripe fruit. Harriet felt burning waves of passion running through her. She felt half-faint she was in such an ecstatic state. All she could feel was her frying cunt which seemed to have swollen to twice its size. The melting pleasure made her work all the harder on the throbbing cock twitching between her full, round lips. She felt the swollen piece of meat become even larger, growing in her mouth. She began to choke on it as he tried to ram the salami like tool down her throat. For all its thinness his dick crammed her esophagus, as Carr kept pushing and pushing the mushroom-capped meat down her throat.
Suddenly he yanked his dribbling cock from her mouth and said, "I want to fuck your ass, Harriet. I want to cram my cock all the way into your bum."
Harriet tingled with excitement at the thought of feeling the narrow cock fucking her asshole. It would be like having a fleshy thermometer jammed in there. The thought of that passionate rod reaming into her butt made her cunt cream even more.
She spun over on her belly, lifting her milk-white ass into the air, letting him enjoy the sight of her solid buns. Her gushing cunt was spilling juice onto the sheets she was creaming so heavily, but neither paid attention to her lubricant. She took three fingers full and rubbed the slippery stuff on his rampant prong, greasing it for the buggering ahead.
Carr reared up on his knees behind her, his narrow tool cleaving the air before him. Harriet's delightful plump buns glimmered like pale honeydews. Carr's thin fingers spread the crack between her melons, probing at the brown, crinkly hole of her hung. He took some more of her oozing juices from her pussy and rubbed it onto the puckered, flowerlike entrance. He covered his flaming cock with more of her oil, then pressed its thick head to the entrance of her scorching bumhole. His cock glistened like a huge sword, and then Carr skewered her. With a slow, steady motion, he worked his prong into the hidden depths of her tiny asshole. Her sphincter, for all the times it had let Wahl's thicker cock pass it, seemed to fight Carr's plunging prong.
"Shove your cock in!" Harriet yelled. "Ram it in, Eric, Goddamn you! Fuck your dick into my ass!"
Carr plunged his ripping tool fiercely into her tightened shitter. He screwed into the bumhole as he would have into a virgin cunt. Finally his thundering cock forced her sphincter to open and admit it, and in it went, sucked right into the tightness of her sleeve like asshole. Harriet wiggled her plump fanny as Carr's prick slid into her shit-chute balls deep.
Carr felt himself panting and sweating like a racehorse now as he pounded fiercely into her narrow bung. His brain seemed to be throbbing in time to the fucking he was giving the luscious asshole surrounding his dick. Her white cheeks reddened with the way his thighs slapped them.
Harriet moaned from the exquisite feeling imparted by the pulsating, pounding prick filling her ass. A climax was fast approaching, and she didn't want to do anything to put it off. If only Eric could hold his hard-on long enough. And then the rocking wave of orgasm overpowered her, making her back arch as she bounced on the bed.
Yanking his cock from Harriet's ass, Carr spun her onto her back, then forced her legs back against her luscious, swollen nipples. Spreading her solid thighs wide, he viewed her luscious twat crack, remembering how delightful it tasted, then thrust his cock into her flaming split. His aim was unerring, and his rampant pole parted her roasting pussylips perfectly, letting them surround his attacking cock as it lunged into her burning box, deep into her belly. He forced the humping tool deeper and deeper into her raging cunt, listening to the sucking sounds it made as it pounded against her slurping labes.
Now Carr reared back slowly, and slammed forward, letting his tight balls hit up against Harriet's crotch. He pounded her box with relentless vigor, slamming his fuck-pole deeper with each thrust, until his curly hairs mingled with the downy fur ringing her slimy cunt. Her seething snatch couldn't get enough of his rigid meat. She wriggled her ass in small, short circles, making the pressure on Carr's cock almost too much. Her belly muscles rippled with each thrust as the undulating walls of her twat tugged at his pounding cock. His body jerked in quaking spasms as his pistoning meat wedged deeply into her clinging quim. Harriet dug her fingers into Carr's body. The marks she left would remain for days. She ground her clutching hole tightly against his crotch, more feverishly and frenetically squeezing his swollen, throbbing dick. Every muscle in her body screamed as she suddenly went into a wild paroxysm of orgasm, a cataclysmic eruption tearing into her guts as she felt Carr's boiling cum-cream flood her taut twat with explosions as his prong spat its load into her aching hole.
"More!" Harriet begged, realizing this was the first good prick she had ever met after her husband's. It lacked Wahl's thickness, which meant it would never quite be the equal of Ira's, yet considering its size and length, his prick was more than merely adequate.
Although her husband's stamina was nowhere near what it had once been, it was still greater than that of most men she had known, and so Harriet wanted to see if Carr could at least stand up to her husband in that department.
"Suck my cock again and make it hard," Carr suggested, and Harriet, never one to avoid sucking a tasty dick, especially one that had already given her more than a little pleasure, wriggled her body down until her mouth hovered directly over the half-shrunken wand.
Her tongue reached out and licked the spongy knob, and Carr visibly shivered, slightly oversensitive after his last come. Nevertheless, Harriet pressed her lips hard against the shaft and kissed it along its full length, actually feeling the veins within pressing against her tongue. She lapped lower, moving to his scrotum, feeling the roundness of his balls with her tongue, slowly sucking first one ball into her mouth, and then the other. Some residue of jizz that had fallen on the hairy sac was quickly snapped up and swallowed. She liked the way his fuck-cream tasted.
Now her tongue began to slowly climb up the solid shaft of cock to the pulsing dome, where she ran her hot, wet tongue into the slit like opening and tasted the mixture of spunk and lubricant, finding it delicious on her tongue. It had a bit of a tang to it, making it taste different from her husband's.
Hungrily she curled her tongue around the skinny rod, using her tongue to stroke and caress it, alter which she once more pulled it deep into her mouth, sucking her cheeks so far in they rubbed the sides of the fuck-pole as the rubbery dome massaged the soft cup of her yearning throat.
Pulling his tool deeper, she opened her esophagus and swallowed the elastic head in, letting her gullet close around the knob and squeeze, building one delightful sensation after another, making the blood rush to the trembling tool until it was ramrod stiff. Nodding her head up and down in a slow, rhythmic way, Harriet gobbled his meat methodically, feeling at that moment as if she could swallow all his dick into her belly.
Carr was plunging his cock into her mouth with harder, heavier strokes, ramming his crotch into her face with a strong, sensuous rhythm, gripping her head tightly with his fingers as he fucked her mouth. He wanted to sit up and really get a grip on her hair, but Harriet pushed her arms against his efforts to rise, forcing him back on the bed as her lips continued their hungry nibbling of his pulsing cock.
She felt the throbs at the bottom of his solid staff, letting her know if she continued sucking his rod, he'd soon give her another dose of tasty spunk. She wanted his load in her cunt, along with the other one.
Jumping up, she sat on him, feeling the knobby point of his slender cock press against the entrance to her seething pussy. Reaching down with one hand, she steered the head of his cock straight into her steaming cunt. His spongy knob moved through the buttery folds of her smoking pussy as she gave a downward hunch to her body and rotating her ass at the same time.
Once again, the unbending cock, as solid as a steel pike, eased into her slushy, slurping pussy, sliding up and in until the top of her puffy cunt surrounded the base of his throbbing prick. She felt the large size of his heavy balls underneath, the hairs tickling her leaking gash as well as the lower part of her asscheeks. God mighty, it felt so fabulous!
She spun circularly on the pumping prick, sitting upright, letting him get a good glimpse of her bouncing tits as they slammed against her body again and again. Her knees gripped the sides of his thighs tightly as she rode up and down on his fuck-stick, twisting and grinding all the way.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she kept chanting, bouncing wildly on the slender, solid shaft of cock.
His hands gripped her full, fleshy asscheeks as she bounced more rapidly, moving a shorter distance now as she speeded up her wild bouncing.
"You're quite the hot… bitch," Eric Carr muttered through gnashed teeth as he struggled to keep up with her ass-grinding pace.
"Better believe it!" she almost screamed, leaning forward, letting her tits press into his chest as her arms gripped him tightly and she speeded up her wild downward plunging.
Suddenly he was coming again, shooting another full wad up into her frothing hole, and the feeling of hot jism soaking her cunt was all she needed to trigger another blistering orgasm. She came wildly, spinning on the staff of his up thrust cock, feeling it slowly yield, as if his jizz was all there was to keep it rampant, and now that it was leaving, the cock lacked support.
It was good, very good, but she needed more. Her orgasms had not been nearly as intense as with her husband, and as a result she would need a lot more of them to totally sate her.
When the wormlike prick finally fell out of her steaming hole, she fell back on the large bed, meaning to rest awhile and go back to work on his lordship. But Eric Carr had already fallen asleep, and Harriet knew from experience that when a man fell asleep right on the heels of a fuck, the last thing he felt like doing on awakening was to pick up where he left off.
Sighing, she looked at the sleeping Lord Eric Carr. He had been the best of the outside lot to date. But he still wasn't nearly as competent a fuck as her own husband, Ira. What a pity, what a damn pity. He wasn't half-bad, but neither was he that good when one came right down to it. Her cunt needed more than an occasional poke. Ira had seen to that. He had addicted her to good fucking, and anything less was like adulterated heroin to a drug addict.
It was no use. She would have to go back to the summer cottage and let Ira fuck all the frustration out of her, as usual. Well, what the hell, she'd had her usual summer fling, and this one had finally ended up better than the others, though still not nearly as good as she had hoped.
Getting up, she quietly dressed, then left Lord Carr where he lay, letting herself out. She would catch a cab, go back to her hotel, and finger-fuck herself to sleep. But tomorrow she would pack and kiss England good-bye. Hello, America, once again.