“Ohhhh, yes, darling, that’s so good,” she sighed.
But he didn’t stop there. He kept licking farther and farther down in her crotch till he was rimming the tight little mouth of her asshole. It felt very exciting to be licked there. She couldn’t hold still. She shifted around till she could play with his cock. It was soft and warm as she closed her fist around it. Manuel continued to tongue her brownie. He started to stick his tongue inside the wrinkled mouth.
“Ooooooo,” Karen squealed.
It felt terrific to have his slick wet tongue creeping into her tight asshole. She kept fisting his cock, and she felt it getting hard, but she hardly noticed what she was doing. All she really noticed was the blast of pleasure she experienced as he stuck his slippery, hot tongue clear to the root in her bumhole. Incredible that a mere shithole should give her such sexy sensations—but it did. Oh, God, it did.
“Eeeeieee,” Karen screamed.
He was working his tongue in her ass like a cock, in and out, and she was just on the point of coming, screaming her pleasure uncontrollably. Then, to her disappointment, he withdrew his tongue from her aroused tight brownie. She felt his hard cock slipping from her grasp. He was rolling her over onto her hands and knees, into the receptive doggy position.
“Don’t be afraid,” he said hoarsely, “just relax. You’ll like this, Karen, I promise you. You and Phil can have a lot of fun this way.”
She didn’t know what he was talking about. If he meant fucking in butt-to-belly position, that was nothing new. But she waited happily enough as he mounted her from behind. She was more than ready for a good hard fuck. She felt his big fat cock-head poking around in her slippery pussy, then pressing against the tight wrinkled mouth of her asshole, pushing.
“Hey, Manuel,” she gasped, “you’ve got the wrong hole.”
“No don’t,” he said.
And then she felt his thick hard meat pushing into her asshole.
At first Karen was too shocked and stunned to react. She just gawked, open-mouthed, at the realization that a man was putting his cock up her brownie, buggering her. Then gradually she began to notice how terrifically exciting it felt, how fantastically good. Her bumhole was so much tighter than her cunt, the friction so much greater. Pleasure rocked her body as she felt his balls coming to rest against her soaked slit. His cock was lunging to the hilt in her fiery-hot clinging asshole.
“Is it good?” Manuel whispered.
“Oh, my God, YES,” Karen gasped.
He chuckled softly as he started moving his cock in her tight nether passage, fucking her hard and deep in the asshole. Karen started coming almost instantly, and she didn’t quit, couldn’t seem to quit.
“Ahhhhh, God, yes,” she whined, “fuck my ASS…”
Now she knew everything. Now she’d had every orifice of her body invaded by a stiff cock. She knew it all and loved it all—but could she teach it to Phil? Could she really change him? As she blissfully took the repeated thrusts of Manuel’s cock in her receptive bunghole, she vowed she’d do everything humanly possible to give equal joy to her husband.
CHAPTER NINE
Karen and Phil drove home the next morning. They had a weekend in which to rest up before Phil went to work for Harry Rosen. They didn’t say much on the drive home. Karen was terribly waffled that Phil was angry with her for sleeping with other men. True, he’d been unfaithful himself, but he might believe in the double standard. He might think it was natural far a man to sleep around but immoral for a woman.
When they got home, Karen made a quick supper, and then they had after dinner drinks in the living room. Phil was unusually quiet. Karen kept glancing at him nervously, waiting for him to say what was on his mind. Finally she couldn’t stand the suspense any longer.
“Phil,” she said, “are you angry with me?”
He looked at her intently. “I’m not sure,” he said. “Should I be angry? How many men did you fuck out on that yacht, anyhow, Karen? I mean, I had Luann, I admit that—but I think you had a lot more than one guy.”
Karen turned beet red. It was humiliating to admit that she’d balled every mar on the yacht, but it was true. How could she admit that to Phil? He’d be outraged, he’d demand a divorce—and she wouldn’t blame him. And yet hadn’t there been a good reason for what she did? Maybe she wasn’t entirely in the wrong after all.
“Phil,” she said, “it’s true, I did have more than one man. I had them all. I just couldn’t seem to control myself. But I think I know why. Years and years went by without me getting any satisfaction when we made love. You never warmed me up, you never brought me off. It was all so quick and routinized. Phil, I was just dying for a decent fuck, that’s all.”
Now it was Phil’s turn to blush. He looked away for a moment, then forced himself to meet her eyes again. “You’re right,” he said. “I guess I always knew I wasn’t being fair to you, Karen, and that you didn’t really get much out of it. But I was too uptight to experiment, too chickenshit to talk to you about it. I’m sorry. I don’t blame you for making it with those other guys.”
“Oh, Phil,” Karen said, throwing her arms around him, “I still love you. I don’t want anybody else—if things could just get better between us. Do you think that can happen now? I mean, now that Luann… I mean, didn’t she teach you some new things? I mean…”
She broke off, stammering and embarrassed, but Phil laughed.
“Yes, honey,” he said, “she did teach me some new things. I bet you learned a few new things, too. Why don’t we just go to the bedroom and try them?”
Karen ginned broadly. “You’re on,” she said, leaping to her feet.
Her heart pounded with excitement. Phil was still her love, the guy she really wanted to get it on with, but never in their whole married life had they had a decent fuck. She recalled the bitter disappointment of their wedding night, five years ago. She’d been a proper girl, and Phil was a gentleman, so they never went all the way before marriage. She was a virgin that night when they made love for the first time at a fancy hotel in the Canadian Rockies.
Karen had put on a dainty white lace nightie and gotten into bed trembling with happy anticipation. She was a normal young lady, hotly attracted to her new husband, and just dying to find out what sex was like. She was sure it would be a wonderful new source of pleasure for her and Phil. When he came out of the bathroom, slipped into bed, and took her in his arms, she responded eagerly, working her tongue deep in his mouth when he kissed her.
His delicious kisses and caresses lasted just about one minute, hardly enough to get her warmed up, and then Phil abruptly raised her nightie up to her waist. He gazed for just a second at her pretty golden bush and dainty pink pussy, and then he climbed on top of her and used his knees to work her legs apart. Karen, disappointed at his abruptness but too inexperienced to know what to do, just lay there and let him do whatever he wanted.
What he did was to push his cock roughly into her virgin cunt and fuck her quickly, ignoring her cries, of pain. He then made a very brief apology, rolled over, and went to sleep. Karen cried herself to sleep on her wedding night, wondering how Phil could treat her that way if he really loved her. In all other respects he was loving and kind, but in bed he was brutal and insensitive.
Gradually she came to understand that her husband was so inhibited, uptight, and shy about sex that he couldn’t bring himself to talk about it or learn anything new. Now, five years later, it was like a new wedding night, a second chance. If only Phil had really changed, their marriage would be reborn. Karen followed him into their bedroom trembling with anticipation, much like the virgin bride of five years earlier.