"Oh, sweet fuckin' Jesus!" he panted when she began increasing the tempo of her movements. "I've never felt anything so good in my life."
"Good," she whispered down to him as she further increased the rhythm of her writhing cunt. "I want another big cuntful of cum."
"Don't worry," Michael gasped, feeling a wild climax building up deep in his balls. "You're gonna get quite a load."
With her hands still locked behind her head, Connie began moving faster and faster, fucking him with the magnificent grace of a tiger as Michael's hands squeezed and massaged her wildly-bouncing tits.
"Oh shit!" he roared as his cock suddenly shot a hot stream of cum up into her hot sucking cunt.
"That's it, baby," Connie squealed with joy as she madly gyrated her grasping pussy around his spurting dong. "Keep squirtin', honey! I love it! I love it!"
Squeezing her twat muscles tightly around his big belching dong, Connie suddenly exploded into her own mind-shattering orgasm.
"Oh, you sweet fucker," she sobbed, throwing herself across his body. "I'm not ever gonna let you get away from me."
That afternoon was the beginning of a whole new life for Michael Turner.
CHAPTER TWO
With Michael spending mast of his free time in motels with Connie Duncan, Karyn, his teenaged bride, saw very of him. She spent most of her time with Patti, her sister who was spending her summer vacation with them. Completely unaware that her husband was having a torrid affair, Karyn couldn't understand why he was seldom at home.
One afternoon when her sister was down at the beach with friends, Karyn was sitting alone in the house thinking about her husband. The girl loved Michael very much, and she sorely missed the way he used to hold her in his arms. She was hungering for his kisses and caresses as she sat staring out through the window. She knew deep in her heart that her fear of sex was driving them apart, but it was something beyond her control.
There was something about her earlier life that Karyn had never discussed with Michael or any other living soul. It was a vivid nightmare that was too horrible to even think about.
As a small child she'd been painfully raped by her uncle, and to this day the sight of a naked cock terrified her. She was a very passionate girl and whenever Michael kissed and caressed her, Karyn was creaming to be fucked, but the moment she saw his cruel-looking cock, the girl became terrified. As much as she tried not to, Karyn would freeze with fear the moment she saw her husband's, big naked tool.
She was sitting there thinking about it when the doorbell rang.
"Hi, Mr. Gallagher," she smiled when she saw her husband's real-estate partner.
"Hello, honey," he replied. "I was in the neighborhood and decided to stop by."
"That's nice," Karyn beamed. "Please sit down."
The big florid-faced man stared hungrily at the blonde's bare thighs as she sat opposite him in her short summer dress. The forty-five-year-old man had lusted after Karyn since Michael had first met her. Neither Michael nor Karyn were aware of the man's feelings toward the girl as he always petted and kissed her in a fatherly way while his obscene cock throbbed with desire. Being Michael's partner, Daren Gallagher was very much aware of his affair with Connie, and he'd dropped over to Karyn's with the hope of furthering his friendship with her.
"You look a bit depressed," he smiled at her in a fatherly manner. "Is there anything I can do?"
"No," she answered in a whisper, tears welling up in her eyes. "No one can help me."
"Now, now," he said in a sympathetic voice as he moved over to the couch where she was seated and drew her into his arms. "You're just like a daughter to me. Tell your old dad all about it."
"Oh, Mr. Gallagher," she sobbed, pressing her tear-stained face against his chest. "I'm so damned unhappy."
"Please tell me your problem," he whispered. "Maybe I can help you."
Karyn suddenly felt so contented and comfortable in his arms. Being basically a very passionate girl, the feel of his strong arms around her was very comforting to Karyn. She realized that one of his hands was resting on her breast and she didn't want to embarrass him by removing it. Anyway his big hand felt good against her tingling nipple.
"Now tell your old dad all about it," he whispered, kissing her lightly on the forehead.
When the girl had finally finished telling him her sad story, Daren Gallagher sat quietly for a long time before speaking.
"Darling," he finally said, "I'm going to speak to you like a father. I hope you won't misunderstand the things I'm going to say."
"You're so nice," she whispered, feeling his finger brushing over her nipple.
"Now, darling," he began. "A man's sex organ is a very beautiful and sensitive thing. It's built to bring you pleasure, not pain."
"I know," she sighed. "I try to tell myself that, but they still frighten me."
"Karyn," he continued. "Would you be frightened of a man's cock if you knew he would never put it in you?"
"I don't know," she answered. "I really don't know."
"You know I would never try to seduce you, don't you?" he whispered.
"Of course," the girl giggled. "You're like a daddy to me."
"Would you be afraid of my cock?" he asked her.
When she didn't answer, the lecherous man reached down and lowered the zipper to his fly.
"Remember, darling," he smiled as he drew his stiff prick out, "I'm doing this for you and Michael."
Karyn couldn't believe what was happening as she stared at his big purple cockhead.
"Touch it," the man whispered.
"No," Karyn gasped.
"Touch it," he repeated. "You mustn't be afraid of this cock because you know I'll never put it in you."
When she made no attempt to handle his throbbing rod, the man took the girl's hand and gently wrapped her fingers around the hard hotness of his cock.
"See," he whispered. "This prick isn't going to hurt you."
Karyn could feel his hot blood pulsing through the veins just beneath his tightly-stretched cock-skin. She'd always been too frightened to really feel the throbbing of Michael's big rod when she held it. Knowing that Mr. Gallagher's big dick would never harm her, she studied it more carefully.
She had to admit to herself that his prick felt exciting in her hand, sending sparks of joy tingling through her pussy. She was dimly aware that he was lightly pinching and twisting her erect nipple. Knowing that what he was doing was for her own good, she made no attempt to remove his hand, and anyway, it felt so fucking good on her tit.
"You know," he whispered as Karyn experimentally skimmed the foreskin up and down over his cockhead. "You could give Michael's prick one hell of a good time without ever putting it in your pussy."
"How?"
"Have you ever sucked him off?" he asked.
"Shit no."
"You should," the man whispered. "Men love to be sucked off."
"I don't even know how to do it," she admitted. "Do you want me to teach you?" he asked in an excited voice.
"No," she hesitated. "I don't think so."
"I'm only trying to help you and Michael," he explained, standing up and dropping his pants and shorts.
Karyn sat staring at his big hairy nut-sac as he stood before her, his shiny cock spearing up from his lust-bloated balls.
"Now just start licking the head of my dick," he whispered, guiding his dong toward her mouth.
"I don't think I can," she stammered. "It seems so vile."
"It's far your own sake, darling," he explained. "It could save your marriage."
Realizing that the sweet man was only trying to help her, Karyn grasped the base of his shaft, and bending forward, flicked the tip of her tongue against his cockhead. She could feel his prick jerk with excitement when the hot wetness of her tongue glided over his shiny knob.