The sun broke through the blinds in her room, and she stirred, trying to hide her face from the light. She was not ready to get out of bed yet. Feeling lazy, she might stay in bed until her husband returned from his new job. Besides, she didn't think she could face up to spending the day alone with her new father-in-law. He was still a stranger to her!
Karen Lind . . . she had been Karen Thompson until last week. The courtship had been fast. She was working as a librarian in Oceanside, a military base on the California Pacific Coast just north of San Diego, when she met Jerry. Tall, handsome in his uniform, waiting there for his discharge, so he could return to his home and run his father's hardware business.
At twenty-five she had committed her life to that of a spinster. Men were all so strange to her. When her mother had finally died after being bedridden for ten years Karen felt a sense of relief. She realized then that instead of spending her young years learning about boys she had run straight home from school to take care of her mother. And her mother had been no help in teaching her about sex.
Since Karen's father had fled the coop years before, her mother hated all men. They were beasts, brutal, always craving sex . . . Karen was frightened to death of men . . . until Jerry came along.
He teased her into going out on their first date, even letting her pay her share of the movie and the late supper afterward. Since he had been a perfect gentleman on that date, Karen consented to see him again. It was the fourth date in as many days before he even kissed her goodnight. Although the kiss was tight and brief, Karen decided he would probably be the only chance she would ever have at a man.
They were strolling along the Oceanside beach when he proposed. "Karen, I like you very much. You are nice, easy to get along with, and attractive. My life is cut out for me. My father wants to retire, even though he's only fifty. He wants to get some traveling in, and he wants me to take over his business." He kept talking, and Karen wondered if he was ever going to get around to his proposal. Later on, he finally did, "I'm going to be working about seven days a week, and I need somebody to take care of the house and to raise my children."
For a minute Karen was tempted to ask, "What children?" but she knew he was talking about the children they would have together.
"I want to marry you, Karen. I can't offer you much excitement, but I will be a good provider."
And that was it . . . no on-the-knees proposal, no champagne, no bells. They were married two days later in the small chapel on the base. The following day, Jerry received his discharge and with Karen caught a bus to Sun Valley, a community within the Los Angeles County.
Their honeymoon was as brief as the courtship. One miserable night in a cheap motel. Since neither of them had had very much experience in sex, their lovemaking left much to be desired and was totally unfulfilling. Jerry had grabbed for her as soon as they were in bed. He fondled with his hard penis, but by the time he pulled her gown up, he had ejaculated all over her beautiful new silk panties. She had bought black ones especially for this occasion. Now they were ruined. Jerry was so embarrassed that he jumped out of bed and spent most of the night in the bedroom. They hadn't tried since.
Karen wondered when the moment would come. It wasn't that she was completely cold . . . heavens no! She just needed to be treated with tenderness.
She crawled out of bed in this strange house and went into the bathroom. The shower would put her in better spirits, then she would go downstairs and get acquainted with her new father-in-law. She stripped to her bare skin.
Naked, she walked back into the bedroom to get her overnight case with her cosmetics. The bed still looked cozy, and she had nothing better to do other than to face the old man.
Back in bed she stretched lazily. It felt strange to be completely nude under the sheets. Somehow it made the bed feel so deliciously comfortable to her. She lay there for a while half dozing and thinking of sex. She wanted it, but she didn't really know what to do, or how to react. The more she thought, the more she felt incredibly rosy all over. Even her full breasts felt busty and meaty. As the sheet slipped across her taut nipples, she realized that she was fantastically horny. She wanted sex, but her husband was not available.
Karen drew her hands across her body. She squeezed wickedly at the nipple on her left boob, and saw the fleshy nipple rise up erect at the end. She licked her lips, and prepared to experiment some more.
She drew her body out long, and felt the sheet slide across her belly, and across her luscious mounds of breast. Then she drew the sheet between her legs. She gasped at the feet of the lustrous fabric as it slid between her thighs, and into her unused pussy. She spread her legs, and drew the sheet again through the dense folds of her cunt.
The sensation was overwhelming to her. The sheet was slick and cool and it slid across the moist soft lips of her pussy like a breeze. Karen put her legs up into the air, and she lightly drew the sheet back and forth through her crotch, gently playing with herself.
She increased the pace, and stroked her pussy with harder strokes of the sheet. She began to breathe more heavily, and she felt her snatch warming inside as it grew damp. Soon she found that her cunt was virtually steaming with the response to her little game. She moaned lightly and began to hump her hips on the bed.
She was wild to fuck! But there was nobody to fuck!
The material of the sheet between her legs clung and slid alternatively, setting up a burning friction over the gates of her steaming cunt. She spread her thighs wider and bent her knees more to dip down and open the silky petals to the tough of the sheet. It slid inside them and teased at the sensitive tissues rimming the mouth of her vagina. She moaned lightly as she felt the ball of sensitive nerve endings at the top of her clit awaken and sprout like a small cock. The little bud surged forward into the cupping grooves of the sheet.
A change overtook her doll-like features as her passion mounted. She quickly sprang from the bed and searched through her suitcase for the black nylon panties that still had the stain of her husband's premature ejaculation blotched on them. She slipped her long slender legs into them and pulled them up over her thighs. Now glancing into the mirror on the huge dressing table, she studied her sensuous body.
Pulling at the black brief panties, she was able to slide the thin soft material into the valley left by the sheets. She watched her own soft red lips go slack and her eyes hood over. The halo of golden hair swam luxuriantly around her shoulders and face. Her full breasts pumped up and down, the nipples tingling from the excitement she was bringing on herself.
As if by itself, her thumb began creeping down inside her nylon panties. The material was tightly bunched in her fists, one in front, the other in back, and her knuckles rubbed with light touches over her burning skin. She felt the thumb in front begin weaving back and forth across the tremulous mound of her abdomen, reaching farther and farther downward with each swing as if seeking contact with her golden triangle and the pulsing delights under it. Then she allowed the hand behind her to nose its way between the cheeks of her saucy ass. A heightened throb rippled through her as she thought of its destination.
Her hips rolled back and around and pumped forward, and the material of the panties sang over her clit like a slippery bow over a violin string.
She sucked in her breath and felt sharp jolts shoot through her, and her resolve started crumbling to pieces. She wondered what difference one small bit of self-indulgence would matter now - what harm there would be in slipping her thumb inside her cunt and letting the release she'd been holding back so long flow through her.
Karen's face twisted in agony, and she damned herself for having started playing around.
She sucked her belly in, and watched as it rolled, with the hole of her navel bobbing in the soft surface of her skin. For a moment Karen studied her body. Her tits were full and beautifully shaped. The way they hung on her chest . . . her full pink nipples standing out pertly.
Her ass was generous without being fat or shapeless, and she had a soft round belly that protruded slightly without sagging.
Karen watched her breasts swell as she studied her body. Her nipples surged forward readily, then she cupped her tits in her palms and groaned with lust, making them swell outward toward the mirror. As soon as the sound escaped her lips, she blushed. God! Maybe she should take a shower, but the thought of a man pulled her mind back to what she was doing. Her hips began revolving, and her legs parted. Her golden bush seemed to be begging for escape. Straightening, Karen pulled the black nylon panties from around her throbbing body. Slowly, as if in a daze, she slid them lower and lower until her pulsating pussy was in plain view in the mirror. She dropped her panties, and stepped out of them. Now nude she spread her legs wantonly and bent a fraction. Her golden bush seemed to be melting from her mound as the drops of moisture formed on it and ran to the tips of the silky curls, loading her mat like a paint brush dipped in molten gold.
Karen didn't feel as if she would or could even be able to separate reality from fantasy. It was unbelievable. Never had she felt this way before, but then never had she been in bed with a man before, especially one who had left her completely satisfied.
She thrust her pelvis forward and saw her pink cuntlips puff up and part readily and exhibit the moist meat at the mouth of her tunnel. She could feel the nipples of need undulating along its length, making it stretch and grow soft and slippery and warm inside, readying itself for something. Karen was unaware of what, but she felt as if she had to have something inserted in it.
Her voluptuous asscheeks trembled fleshily as her bottom rocked and screwed back and forth, and she could see the flush of health and desire that crept all over her skin. She bent over slightly as if to examine her breasts more closely, but instead her hand sneaked to her lower belly.
She squatted slightly, bending her knees so that her inner thighs turned outward receptively for her hand. She then brought her hand up the hollow to her groin and brought more shivers to her skin where it touched. The hand passed up the tender trembling flesh of her lower abdomen, tangling through the damp pubes and leaving a streak of slippery moisture that glistened under the light of the sun streaming through the thin drapes.
Tingles ran all through her chest and made her nipples swell to the bursting point with the wild passion building inside her.
Her inner thighs were covered with moisture, and her puffy labia were spread wide, like slitted petals of a bruised flower. She watched the soft part of her belly quiver with anticipation as her hand continued downward. It reached her belly again and moved toward her crotch as though it had a mind of its own. Karen's finger parted the pubes on its silky path. She let the manual digit move along the downward-pointing root of her clit and then out to the throbbing tip. Jolts of electric shock fired through her pelvis and her buttocks trembled. Her throat opened wide to let out a groan of passion, and her pelvis bumped back and forth in tiny waves, seeking more of the contact she so desperately needed.
Eagerly, she bent her legs more, widening the gap at her crotch, and saw the round orifice, dark and silky as a mineshaft of gold ore. The tip of her finger slid along the slippery folds of the inner lips and paused at the entrance.
She gasped in quick breaths of air, as if working up the courage to go ahead and let the finger fill her body with its fire.
She watched it all in the mirror. The long finger slid tightly past the opening of her cunt and caused moisture to trickle out around it and run down her thighs, as if it had punctured the swollen flesh of a ripe fruit and caused it to squirt obscenely.
Then the sucking motion began, and she could feel her finger jerking and pushing at her pussy opening which was eagerly swallowing the small offering it had received and begging for more.
Karen pushed her finger farther and as it wormed its way into her vagina, her clitoral knob pulsed outward, seeking contact with something, and she felt a burst of sensation warm her inner thighs as her body accommodated the slender finger. She groaned and rocked back and forth, fearing she would have to prop her buttocks on something to keep from falling over.
Karen's finger slid in and out, rippling farther back toward her womb each time in searing waves of delight. She could see her abdomen bloating as she swallowed the length of her finger, but her pussy hungered for more. She tried to keep her hips still, but they weaved back and forth in screwing motions in an attempt to pull that finger all the way into her and make her squeeze down hard all around it and come.
At last the teasing came to an end. She couldn't hold back any longer. Her emotions were at their highest pitch, and she was afraid she would come before it was time for her to, and then she was also afraid she would come. She felt her face go hot and her emotions swirl. She couldn't recall being so aroused in her life as she was at this moment. Certainly she had never played with herself before.
She moved over toward the bed, trying to keep her finger buried in her pussy as she did so. She lay flat and drew her knees up, spreading her legs widely. She looked down the curving length of her torso at the stretched mouth of her cunt. She could see it clearly in the mirror and the sight thrilled her.
Her breathing was fast now and when she rapidly dug her finger in and out of its wet passageway she moaned loudly.
"Oh . . . my God!" she moaned again in a soft whisper over and over again. "So good. So . . . good!
Suddenly her ass lifted and made her cunt quake wantonly below her finger. She clutched at the bed with her other hand and screamed hoarsely as shock after shock tossed her being from peak to higher peak and plunged her into the deepest valleys, only to lift her up again to further soaring heights.
But as one shock after another shot through her, she knew she was smiling with pure happiness, utter joy, and that her throaty screams had become a song, telling the world that she was alive and happy.
Everything started graying out, and she knew she'd about reached her limit for now. But she wasn't ready to stop. She couldn't control her spasming flesh. She knew her cunt was flowing freely with pure, clear juices. Even though her flesh and muscles were aching from the position she was in her finger continued its in-and-out motion. It was digging into her tender pussy canal, as it snaked in and out, but she barely noticed the pain. For just as it got more intense she hit her peak again quickly, wildly, wonderfully, as she was swept by another and far greater orgasm. This one left her so physically weak she started graying out again. Then the grayness lifted and was replaced by a warm golden color that spread over her mind and her body. She could feel herself sinking deeper and deeper, her head going gently around in swooning circles as she came down and down, like a circling bird seeking a perch on which to alight.
Time had no meaning. There was no time. There was only total satisfaction and the glorious pleasure of uninhibited release. She knew it was good, but her mind couldn't form words to express what she could only feel.
How long she lay she didn't know. It was as if she had been asleep for a long time and had awakened completely fresh and free! Oh God, free!
Then reality hit!
What have I done? I was like a bitch in heat. Oh, I was so wicked. Mother would have turned over in her grave if she had witnessed my debasement.
Shame crept up through her body causing her to pull the sheet back over her exposed body as if suddenly the eyes of the world were looking at her nudeness and wantonness.
Before she could think another thought a light rap sounded at the door.
Chapter 2
Karen jerked violently, almost falling out of bed. Startled she answered timidly, "Yes. . . who . . ."
"It's me Dad." There was a pause. "If you want to get up now I've got some late breakfast for you."
Karen couldn't bring herself to call the stranger outside her door "Dad." She called out, "All right, Mr. Lind." Then remembering that she hadn't showered. "I want to jump under the shower first. Be out in ten minutes or so."
"Fine. We have a lot of getting acquainted to do."
She heard faint steps as he retreated down the hall. For a few minutes more she lay quietly, then sighing resignedly, she crawled out of the comfortable bed and moved toward the shower, not daring to look at her nude body in the mirror across the room. Inside the shower she turned it to high so that the stinging jets of water covered her quickly as if to wash away the guilt. She soaped herself thoroughly, not pausing at her pussy too long for fear of what might happen. When she felt clean she washed away the lather and just as suddenly turned the shower off and stepped out. She rubbed her body briskly with the towel until she felt as if the blood were going to pour from her skin. Finally she felt clean.
Since she had unpacked only halfway, there wasn't too much of a selection from which to chose a dress. The only pair of panties available were the sheer red ones she had vainly purchased when she had gotten the black ones. She slid her body into the tight brief panties and still felt nude, then not bothering with a slip she merely pulled a light sun dress over her body. She fluffed at her hair until she felt halfway presentable, then she noticed that the red panties showed plainly through the thin material of the white, dress. Well, he would just have to get use to it, she decided, after all she was his daughter-in-law, and certainly he wouldn't think any lewd thoughts at the way she dressed. Besides, she rationalized, all her other clothing were waded and wrinkled from the trip. She'd have to do the laundry before she would have a choice of what to wear.
As she walked toward the kitchen she smelled the bacon frying and, too, the beautiful aroma of coffee penetrated her nostrils. She was hungry all of a sudden.
Quickly she breezed into the kitchen and said cheerfully, "Good morning."
"Good morning yourself, but I'm afraid you're a little late. It's afternoon. Almost two."
"Hey," his voice was cheerful and teasing, "I don't mind a lazy daughter-in-law, especially one that's as cute as the one I have." He grinned and his wide face was pleasant.
Karen eased herself into the chair he had pulled from the table. "Sit and have some coffee while I finish the bacon. Then I'll throw on a couple of eggs.
"Oh, please . . . I should be doing this."
"Hey," he said again, using his favorite expression. "You're my guest today. Then we'll let you spoil me."
Karen studied him as she sipped at the hot coffee. He was much bigger than Jerry, wider in the shoulders. His black hair held only a wee bit of grey and the grey was in the right places. Instead of giving him an elderly look, it made him appear maturely handsome, she decided. There wasn't much of a paunch around his middle either. Something just didn't fit. She had thought, since he was in the hardware business, that he would be milky white and chubby from being indoors.
He turned now and smiled at her. "Do I look all right to you?"
She blushed.
"I don't bite and we are going to be friends." He put the bacon on her plate and then turned to the stove to prepare the eggs. In a while he was turning back with the eggs.
"Now eat. Later we'll go for a swim, then we'll talk."
That explained it, Karen thought. He's a swimmer. That's why he's in such fine shape for his age.
"I love swimming," the father-in-law said. "In fact I go everyday. I had this pool put in five years ago and I have really enjoyed it. After my wife died from a heart attack, I decided that I wasn't going to become a slave to my business the way she was. I let Jerry run it until he went into the service. When he left I hired a good manager. I spend only a few days a week there. The rest of the time I enjoy life . . ." he paused as if to let the words soak in. "'Course I'll have to watch that Jerry doesn't get into the same rut his mother did. I might have to teach him a few tricks."
Karen looked for a double meaning. Maybe the man could teach his son a few tricks, at least a few that would help her out when she was in bed with him. She blushed again as if the man sitting across from her could read her thoughts.
They made small talk for at least another hour. Karen liked the man. But she still couldn't bring herself to calling him "Dad."
"Mr. Lind," she started to say.
"Hey," he cut her off, "let's get rid of this mister stuff. I know you're stiff around me, and that's normal. Why don't you just call me George. That's my real name, you know. Okay?"
She nodded timidly, "Okay, George." It seemed more comfortable to her tongue. He was so at ease around her that she found her self being drawn to him in a closeness that she had never experienced before . . . not even with her mother. She decided that she liked the man. He was so much different from his son. Jerry, who at first had been cheerful and fun, was in the past few days taken to brooding. He told her that he wanted to get into the business and learn everything he had forgotten. Karen knew it was just an excuse for him to stay away from her. He didn't seem able to cope with his inadequacy to fulfill their marriage vows.
Later Karen and her father-in-law went into the backyard and sat on the patio overlooking the pool. Karen relaxed for a while, then got up to stretch. She stood for a long time letting the sun burn into her face, feeling it wash away her uneasiness and tension.
She thought George had fallen asleep until he spoke.
"You have a beautiful body, Karen."
She turned quickly flustered. "How, what to you . . ." At loss for words she could only sputter. Even as she searched for something to say she felt the crimson flush creep up her body.
"Standing there like that, in the sun. With that thin dress on, I could see everything you have, and it's beautiful." He said, this quietly as if he meant it as a compliment and not as a forward person would say it. It didn't seem to be lewd at all.
Yet Karen felt she should do something or say something.
As she stood there she realized he was still looking at her outline. Quickly she returned to the shadow of the house.
"Did I embarrass you?" He was very solemn. "I'm sorry if I did. I didn't mean it that way at all."
"I, uh, I . . ." She still couldn't bring herself to speak.
"Look, young lady," he raised himself to a sitting position and patted to a spot on the lounge chair beside him. "Come here and sit. I'm going to give you a brief lecture."
Karen looked at him to see if he was serious. He was, she could tell. Meekly she walked over and took the offered seat. She sat stiffly, waiting to see what he was up to. Maybe her mother was right. Men could be brutal without even laying a hand on a person.
"Have you ever been close to a person, Karen?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean have you ever been close enough so that you could say or do anything you wanted to without ever worrying about the other person's reactions? Now . . ." he paused, then continued, "that's what a friend is. Have you ever had a close friend?"
Karen shook her head slowly even before she thought about it. "No, I guess I haven't."
"You, young lady, and I are going to be friends. We're going to have to trust each other if we're ever to make a man out of your husband."
Karen looked at him abruptly, fear showing in her face. What did he mean by that?
"Jerry talked to me about his problem."
Suddenly it dawned on Karen, exactly what the man was getting at. Oh, for Heaven's sake, did her husband tell everything to his father? Surely not. Oh, dear, she would never be able to face anyone again. The thoughts kept running through her head. She wanted to jump up and run, to hide, to get away.
"For a couple who plan to spend the rest of their lives together, you two sure got off to a bad start."
"I . . . I don't care to discuss it," Karen said, fighting back the tears that were welling up in her eyes. Why, oh, why did Jerry have to discuss their problem with his father. It was just too personal. They could have worked it out themselves. Damn him! Damn him! she kept uttering the curse words over and over as if that would help the bitterness and fright she felt.
He was speaking again, but Karen couldn't bring herself to face him.
"You and I are going to be frank, my dear. We're going to talk this out. And, be damned, if I have to teach you about sex so you can teach my son, then I'll do just that." He reached out and patted her on the leg.
His touch burned into Karen's flesh, sending ripples up through her body. She jumped up and ran into the house, fearing what the man might be getting at. Once in the house she stumbled into her room and flung herself face down on the bed, letting the sobs come.
She was left alone for about five minutes. The door opened slowly and her father-in-law walked in. He walked across the room silently and sat down.
When Karen felt the bedsprings creak she stiffened. Was he going to rape her? She shuddered violently now.
George placed his hand on her back in a tender caress. Slowly he rubbed the smooth thin dress that concealed her bare braless back. As he rubbed, he talked.
"Karen, sex isn't dirty or something you have to keep hidden in the closet. Hell, it's a natural urge. If you don't have the urge, then something definitely is wrong. It's having the urge and not being able to do something about it that we're getting to. You're a normal woman, with natural urges, it's not dirty. It's natural for you to have these urges. Now take Jerry. He has the urges but something is holding him back. You're going to have to learn to have patience with him so you can teach him. You're going to have to give and not take. If you do this I can assure you that in a few weeks your sex life is going to be beautiful with Jerry."
Karen tried not to listen, but his words were mesmerizing to her, and she felt her body relaxing. The steady tone of his voice, his warm hand caressing her back . . . the words were beautiful and were beginning to make sense to her, yet it was completely different from anything she had ever experienced.
Now his hand brushed back the hair from her neck and shoulders so that the mass of blonde hair cascaded across her head and onto the pillow.
"You have such beautiful hair, my dear. Your skin, too. So lovely, so soft, so easy to caress. I want you to relax completely so you can listen to what I'm saying. I want to help you, Karen. Help you so you can help Jerry. I love my son, and I want to love you too, dear. So trust me."
She wanted to! God! She wanted to, but down deep her mother's voice kept saying, "All men are brutal, all men . . ." and Karen shivered.
"There, there, little one, relax," his smooth deep voice kept saying. And she did just that.
His hand felt so comforting.
"I know how frustrating you must be feeling, Karen. You expected the sex act to be grand and beautiful, but instead you were left cold, stranded, unfulfilled. To love is to give. By giving you receive so much more in return. Sex is good, so good."
Karen's body was completely at ease now, and she didn't even tense when his hand moved from her back again to the bare side of her neck. Slowly his hand caressed her there, moving all the way around her neck, sending shivers of delight and pleasure throughout her body.
"We're going to help your husband, my sweet. I'm going to teach you all I know about love and lovemaking. I'll teach you what to wear to entice him into the bedroom, and I'll teach you some tricks that will bring out the best in him. If you gain some experience then you can better understand his problem and therefore you can help him."
George was caressing her bare shoulders now. With his other hand he reached and unsnapped the metal button that kept the dress together at the top of the zipper. Then slowly he started unzipping the back of her dress.
Karen felt again in a dream world, it was as if she couldn't separate reality from fantasy. It was wrong, she thought, that her own father- in-law would be doing this to her, yet it felt so good and he kept telling her it was all right. Maybe it was, she didn't want to make up her mind either way. The wonderful feelings she was experiencing at this moment were too sensational to disturb.
When he had her unzipped all the way, George put his hand against her bare skin and Karen almost jumped, the heat was so strong. Slowly he caressed the smoothness of her white skin. "We're going to have to get you tanned up, my sweet," his wonderful smooth voice said to her. "I want you to buy the skimpiest bathing suit we can find so you can tempt and tease and get suntanned at the same time." His hand was moving downward now, almost to the arch in her spine where the fullness of her voluptuous buttocks spread upward.
Karen found herself holding her breath, afraid he was going to fondle her ass and afraid he wasn't.
His hand did neither. Instead of moving on down to her plumpness, it moved on over to the side of her, slowly and caressingly. Each time it moved seismic waves of pure pleasure raced through Karen's body. Even now, the moisture was beginning to make appearances between her thighs.
Oh, it's so much better to have a man's hand rubbing my body instead of my own. Will he keep on, she wondered. I hope he does. I want him to. Oh God! I want him to. I do need a man's love. I need sex! Then she became confused because she had said, man's love and not, husband's love. Oh, it was all so confusing. But George was so kind and patient. Jerry needed to learn from his father. But then, George couldn't very well do these things to his son. It was up to her, she realized. Yes, George can teach me and I'll teach Jerry. Now with this decision behind her she felt completely at ease. All she wanted now was for this wonderful, wonderful man to continue his manipulation of her body. She didn't want it ever to stop.
Chapter 3
Her thoughts were broken as George said, "I think, Karen, that tomorrow you and I will go shopping. You need a complete new wardrobe. Exciting underthings, garterbelts, high heels, flimsy nighties, bikinis, the whole bit. Then we're going to teach you to dress and to tease." His hand continued to caress the soft skin on Karen's back and sides.
She didn't want him to stop talking nor to stop rubbing her back. It was a new experience, one that made her feel needed, excited and definitely passionate. So much so, she realized, that the moisture from her unused pussy was seeping out onto the bedding. She certainly couldn't roll over now. George would see the wetness.
"Karen, you're beautiful. You're so young and exciting. Jerry has to have something wrong psychologically not to be able to keep it up around you."
"I don't know whether it's him or me, but something is wrong, I just know it."
They talked a while longer about Jerry's problem as George continued to caress her bare back.
"You like having your back rubbed, don't you?"
"Yes. It's . . . it's comforting." She couldn't tell him exactly what it was doing to her, what it was causing her to do. He was causing her to have all kinds of erotic feelings. She was experiencing sensations that she had never experienced before. The fact was she had never had a man touch her in any way. Oh, Jerry had tried in his awkward attempts on their wedding night, but that was different. They were both confused and bewildered about the sex act.
Now George Lind moved around and lay on the bed beside Karen. "Come over here into my arms," he said softly.
Karen rolled over on his arm. Now she was lying flat on her back, her head resting on his arm. He moved his other hand over to her flat stomach. "I think you are a wonderful person, Karen. I already love you as I would my own daughter."
He moved his hand on her stomach lovingly and she squirmed under the passionate sensation it was causing in her loins.
Her legs jumped abruptly as if a nerve was causing it. "Your legs must be tired, the way they're jerking," George commented.
"They are jumpy," she agreed.
"Let me rub them for you." He reached with the hand that had been on her stomach. Although, when it moved downward, it didn't stop on top of her pubic mound, she felt it touch the forbidden spot on its way lower. She had to hold herself in check to keep from throwing her pelvis up toward his hand.
His hand touched her bare leg just above the knee, he squeezed her muscles there, then started rubbing his hand up and down the softness of her leg, slowly moving upward each time, until she could feel her dress being pushed up as his hand increased the path it was taking. When he came to within an inch of her tingling pussy, he stopped. Now he merely concentrated his movements on her thighs, between her legs, up and down. Over and over he repeated the cycle. She kept hoping he would bring his hand up to the heated love box, tingling now from excitement.
"Isn't it wrong for us to be doing this?" she asked.
"Doing what, my dear?" he asked lightly, giving her a question for her question.
"You know, this . . . this caressing, this . . ."
"Do you like it?"
"Uh yes, I guess I do."
"Does it feel good?"
"Yes, it certainly does, I guess."
"Then why do you call it wrong?"
"I . . . uh, well . . . I've always been taught that it's wrong for two people who are not married to become so familiar."
"You and I are going to become very familiar with one another's body. It's the only way. The more familiar we are with each other, the sooner we'll be able to help Jerry."
"Yes," she nodded her head, "I suppose so."
George continued rubbing and caressing. Karen, without realizing what she was doing, moved her legs apart wider just in case George did want to move his hand up to the wet spot that was aching to be touched.
But George either didn't notice her movement of readiness, or he chose to ignore it. He merely continued his manipulations of the muscles and tender flesh of her thighs.
Finally she could stand it no longer, "Aren't you going to touch me at all?"
He raised up on his elbow and kissed her on the cheek, "You really want me to, don't you?"
"Yes," she said, brazenly. She was aghast at what she had just admitted.
"I tell you what. I will touch you, but only so you'll become familiar with me. I'm not going to go any further than this, but I will touch you."
He moved away from her, getting to his knees and straddling one of her legs. He took both hands and slowly slid them up her thighs, so she could feel every inch of their journey up her soft thighs. When he reached her panties, he moved on up until his hands were at the top edge of the thin briefs. "Now raise up so I can slide them down."
Karen did so immediately without second thought, then he was sliding them down, off the fullness of her rear. When they had cleared she realized he was gazing intently at her bare pussy. No one, not even Jerry, had ever seen it for as long as she could remember. No one had touched it, not even her mother.
George stared at the moist slit, then very tenderly he took his finger and placed it at the top of the two lips, just where they separated enough to house her tiny clitoris. He moved his finger slowly downward until it was on the sensitive bud. At the moment of contact Karen jumped as though a voltage of electricity had suddenly surged through her.
"Oh!" she yelled out.
"You are sensitive there," he said. "You look wonderful. Your pubic hair is ablaze with colors. I've never seen a more beautiful sight. I'm telling you," now his voice held a mesmerizing effect on her. "I've never seen anything so beautiful." Now he moved one hand down under her, cupping her voluptuous buttock. "Your body is warm and soft and alive. I think, my sweet Karen, that you are all woman."
Like a creeping animal, George's other hand crept into Karen's blonde pubic hair. She spread her thighs more, opening herself for his exploration. George slid his finger down, finding the same slit there that he had touched before. Carefully now he cupped her sex mound, feeling the hot sweetness of it, the tissues warm and soft under his fingers, the curving arch of her pubic bone fitting into his palm. George pressed his whole hand down on Karen's cunt, and felt the girl respond by pushing her hips upward. Her pussy was hot and sticky, and George said to her, "Karen, it's so alive with love. The juices are flowing so soft and warm. You were just made for loving."
He worked his hand around so that he could slide one finger between the tight lips, her pussy parted easy, and his finger wormed its way inside her wet passageway.
Karen was so aroused that she started arching her pelvis upward trying to pull more of his finger inside her.
Her ecstasy now, her lewd anticipation, was as great as it ever had been before. She cared for nothing, nothing in the whole world but the fulfillment of her obscene desire to be possessed and violated by this man who was causing her so much lewd excitement.
Her mind whirled in her confusion as the forbidden sparks of joy darted through her body. Even now, finding it hard to believe it was really happening, she realized that to fight her building passion would be futile. Surely that was what her father-in-law was trying to get her to do. Then, too, she thought he had meant it when he said if it feels good, then it is good.
Eagerly, she bent her legs more, widening the gap at her crotch, causing the tip of George's finger to slide along the slippery folds of the inner lips and pause at the entrance.
She gasped in quick breaths of air, as if working up the courage for him to go ahead and let his finger fill her body.
The effect was devastating to her desire. The blunt finger slid tightly past the opening of her cunt and caused moisture to trickle out around it and run down her thighs, as if it had punctured a ripe fruit.
Then the sucking motion began, and she could feel the finger jerking and pushing as her pussy eagerly swallowed the small offering it had received, and was begging for more.
George pushed farther and his finger popped inside Karen. Her clitoral knob pulsed outward, seeking contact with something, and she felt a burst of sensation warm her inner thighs as her body accommodated the hot finger. She groaned and rocked back and forth, fearing she would not get the satisfaction she needed so desperately.
"Oh, George," she panted, "I'm so ashamed."
"Don't be," he urged. "It's all right. You need relief. And I'll see that you get it. So, keep on enjoy this, take full advantage of it. I want to help you."
Karen felt happy with what he was saying. He was so real and not a part of her previous fantasy. He was doing what he was doing. He was giving her the fingering of her life. She had never felt a man's finger before, let alone a man's prick. If a prick felt only half as good as this finger, then . . . oh, she shivered violently.
His finger slid in and out, rippling farther back toward her womb each time in searing waves of delight. She could feel her belly quivering as she swallowed the length of his finger. How could a finger reach so far into her, she questioned, but her pussy only hungered for more.
She tried to keep her hips still, but they weaved back and forth in screwing motions in an attempt to pull that finger all the way into her and make her squeeze down hard all around it and climax.
At last the teasing came to an end. She couldn't hold back any longer. Her emotions were at their highest pitch, and she was afraid she would come here with him probing into her, and she was afraid she wouldn't. He said he wanted her to. She knew this, but still it was so much different with him sitting here, doing these things to her cunt.
Karen felt her face go hot and her emotions swirl. She couldn't recall being so aroused in her life as she was at this moment. Yet she knew that this was only the beginning. George said he would teach her many things.
Karen raised slightly. She looked down the curving length of her torso at the stretched mouth of her cunt. She couldn't see it clearly but she could see George's finger as it worked in and out of the moist channel.
She wanted the stabbing finger to continue forever. Her heart pounded wildly and she knew she was experiencing the greatest thrill she would ever know. "Oh my God!" Karen moaned in a whisper as George continued to pump his narrow finger into her. "Ooooohhhhhh!"
Karen knew only the wonderful floating feeling. Her breathing was faster, and when she realized this she also noted George's breath was rapid as if he too was building himself up to a peak on the same level she was now. His finger seemed to grow longer and bigger by the moment, and it was thrusting into her so fast and so far she almost imagined it hitting a dead end inside her. This didn't frighten her - it merely served to make her more passionate. She was already so hot she could hardly breathe. Each time his finger stabbed into her, it caused her to have sudden moments of sweet weakness, losing all track of time.
"Oh . . . my God!" she moaned in a soft whisper over and over again. "So good. So . . . good!"
Karen spread her legs even wider, and George instantly recognized this as an opportunity to help her more. He drove his finger deeper, causing her to cry out half in pain and half in ecstasy. His finger felt as if it must be at least ten inches long, with the middle part more than two inches in diameter, but it really wasn't, Karen knew. The ruthless, quick, darting, savagely stabbing way he used it only made it seem so. But she let her fantasy build it up to large proportions. It felt better this way.
Now every nerve in Karen's body seemed to tingle and burn as George quickened and intensified his thrusts, spearing in and out of the obscenely skewered orifice with all the force he could muster, as the juices poured freely over the sensitive membranes. Karen felt the warm vaginal moisture seeping down her wide open cunt onto her straining buttocks, felt reality slipping from her grasp, her consciousness heightening as if in surreal vision as the first vague warnings of the oncoming storm or her big orgasm appeared. She moaned ecstatically, beyond all thought and reason now, conscious of nothing but the primeval, dreamlike lust that permeated every wicked cell of her thrashing body. And in her consuming gratitude, she turned her face upward, craning her neck toward George.
He bent quickly and kissed her briefly.
Karen was too obsessed with her own building climax to notice that it was just a fatherly kiss.
Now Karen stiffened and started groaning, spasming uncontrollably, then she screamed out through clenched teeth, "Oh! Oh! It's happening. Oh my God, it's happening!"
She shouted out at the room now in utter confusion at her consuming madness, feeling her orgasm begin even as she said the words aloud. It came sweeping like fire up from her ankles and down from the pineal gland in the back of her head. It was lightning striking the two buds of nipple that peaked her breasts, and her body was the ground, absorbing all the devastating and destructive current of an angry universe. It raged through her loins and rectum, finding momentarily brilliant focus in the lewd fingerfucking that continued to her cervix, to the most basic limits of human decency. It was a devastating, resounding thing, a blast of deafening music that went on and on in her ears and only faded gradually with the exhausted collapse of her buttocks crushing back down into the now obscenely soiled sheet on which she'd lain.
The grayness she first experienced was replaced by a warm golden color that spread over her mind and her body. She could feel herself sinking deeper and deeper, her head spinning and some where in the background, sounding so hollow and so far away, a voice kept saying over and over, "You're beautiful, Karen, you're so beautiful." The chant of the voice, her spinning head, and her utter fantastic emotion journey left Karen completely exhausted and she fell asleep at once.
When she awakened hours later, she was lying completely nude under the thin sheet. Suddenly she stiffened and remembered, "Oh my God, how will I ever face him again." Shame flooded through her full body, and she realized too that when her father-in-law had been massaging her on the bed, she still had her dress on. Her panties too, even though they were pulled down. Her father-in-law had undressed her while she slept. What in the world was he up to? She wondered about this. He hadn't tried to seduce her, to penetrate her or anything else. He'd only done what she really wanted him to do. Then she realized that she had led him on, she had wanted him. She would have let him mount her and to put his . . . his man-thing inside her. She realized this and blushed again. God, what had gotten into her.
What would Jerry think if he caught her? To tell the truth, she decided he probably wouldn't know what was going on anyway. He seemed to be so frightened of a nude woman or sex or anything. She wished she could understand him.
George seemed to think he did understand, and he had promised to help her, so she could in turn help Jerry.
She would just have to wait and see.
Right now she felt like she had to have a shower, to wash away the shame covering her body. Inside she scrubbed and scrubbed for the second time. It was almost dark out and she wondered when Jerry would come home. Then too she wondered how she would face her father-in-law.
After she had felt half clean at least, she toweled and dressed. This time she put on an almost masculine outfit. Pants, blouse, and a jacket. She was afraid of what her father-in-law might do, but as she opened the door to walk to the livingroom, she suddenly realized that she was mostly afraid of what she might do if she felt the need for sex again.
When she walked toward the livingroom she smelled food cooking in the kitchen.
Her father-in-law was preparing dinner. She decided she must help him.
"Hi," he said cheerfully when she walked in. "Get a good sleep?"
"I guess so," she answered, not able to look him in the eyes.
"Come here," he ordered, holding out his arms. "I do care for you."
Karen walked to him and buried herself in his arms. They did feel good to her, so comforting.
"Baby, baby," he cooed. "Don't you be tight. Don't feel embarrassed or anything like that. What we did was good and wonderful. We're only on the verge of what will be going on later. After a few more days of us getting acquainted we'll go on a shopping spree that will end all shopping sprees. I'm going to buy you some mighty interesting wedding presents."
"George, George?" her voice was questioning.
"Yes, my love, it will all be all right, just you wait and see. Now," he pulled away and held her at arm's length, "let's you and I finish up this big dinner for your starving husband. Then we'll have a stiff drink. Okay?"
"Okay."
When dinner was on the table, Jerry came in. He talked constantly about what had happened that day. Not once did he ask Karen or his father how their day went. He spent all the time telling them how his went. He didn't even slow down when they were relaxing around the fireplace after dinner.
Even when they moved on to the bedroom, he talked. While Karen was changing into her nighty, he stayed inside the bathroom with the door closed, but she could still hear his talking through the closed door.
When they were in bed with the lights out, he was still talking. It was then that Karen reached over and touched him on the stomach.
"Don't do that," he interrupted his tale about some new changes he was going to make at the store. "I've had a busy day and I need my rest."
Karen rolled over on her side with her back toward him. She didn't remember going to sleep but she felt as though she still heard his constant chatter as she slept.
Chapter 4
George kept the two of them busy for the next day. Karen enjoyed riding around with him . . . the long walks and the serious talks.
When he suggested they go horseback riding, Karen was elated. She had always loved to ride but she had just never had the chance. She had gone with a group of girls once and the memory of it was a good one.
Karen didn't have any riding apparel so she wore some jeans and a loose-fitting shirt that George handed to her. He surveyed her, and said, "Let me get the scissors. I want to see your legs."
With the scissors he cut the jeans legs . . . not quite to her crotch but close enough. Then he unraveled some of the cut so that the jeans seemed to have the legs torn out rather than cut out.
"I think you look mighty exciting now, Karen," George said when he surveyed his handiwork. "A woman should always look exciting. Always."
Karen knew he meant it, and she did feel exciting. The cut-off jeans almost revealed her pubic hair, but yet it didn't. The man's shirt hung loose, yet the nipples of her tits showed their outline in the material. She felt the material rubbing her nipples when she moved, and this only added to her excitement.
"I have a small place out in the country," George was saying. "I keep a couple of horses there and some stock."
"Who takes care of them," Karen asked.
"I have a high school student, a boy who loves animals. He takes care of them after school. Usually he sleeps out there on the weekends, in the tack room."
When they reached the small farm, George parked and said, "Let's go into the tack room and get the saddles."
Karen followed him inside the dim room. "Does it ever get lonesome out here for the boy?"
"I doubt it. He loves animals, too."
"I might get lonesome if I was here all alone," Karen said.
"I would never let you get lonesome," George said. He turned to her and took her by the shoulders. For a moment he looked deep into her eyes. Karen knew he could see the need there. Now George pulled her to him. For just a moment Karen stiffened, then she relaxed.
He hugged her to him and again she stiffened, uncertain about her feelings. She needed him, but would he only tease her, or would he see it through.
George started caressing her back, and his touch felt good to her. She wished he would put his hands under the shirt and touch her bare back. Instead George pulled her tighter to his body.
Karen's uncertainty gave way to hot eagerness as chills raced along her spine. She gave a deep gasp and thrust her body to his and tightened her own grip on him. Eyes closed, she tilted her face up for his kiss. His lips covered hers and pressed. Karen liked the moist warm feel of them, her breath on his cheeks was a series of irregular hot puffs. She lost herself in the utter lust of the moment and touched his mouth with the tip of her tongue. His body tensed convulsively, his arms crushing the breath from her lungs, and his tongue, hard and insistent, drove between her parted lips and past her teeth.
Shivers raced through Karen's body. She gulped. Placing one hand on the back of George's neck, she let her fingertips rub the stiff hair while her other hand clutched at the firm muscles on his back. His grip lifted her until her toes left the floor and her body arched to fit the bend in his warm soft flesh clasped to hot, strong angles. The bulge of his hard-on pressed brutally into the smoothness of her lower abdomen, and Karen let her mound ride against the base of the heavy cylinder.
Raising one foot behind her, her thighs grinding on his, Karen pushed her small pussy into him, grinding it.
She felt George's hand reaching around her to the zipper on the jeans. He brought the small metal fastener downward.
Karen twisted but she was helpless in the iron of his grasp, somehow this excited her and made things seem better. She felt goose pimples rising on her arms as she felt the fiery waves of excitement caused when she felt him loosening the waist band of her jeans. The cutoffs slipped to the bulges of her hips and rested there.
Now George's tongue filled her mouth. Its tip blocked the arch of her throat and its sides lay between her teeth. Karen felt his fingers inside the settling cutoffs, working them downward onto her thighs. Her hips jerked desperately, she didn't know why she was fighting him when it felt so good, but she had to fight some or it would all be all too wanton and wicked. His unyielding grip robbed her of any way to prevent the disastrous movement of the garment.
She shivered excitedly as his fingers pushed down across the tissue- thin fabric of her panties and onto the bare flesh of her upper thigh. Past her rounded asscheeks, her jeans fell of their own weight. She groaned. She felt torn between her sex hunger that flooded her being, and the fact that she was still remembering the things her mother had said . . . that it was wrong to enjoy her natural sexual drives . . . evil!
Now George lowered her to the floor and turned her. She lay back on his arm, her side against him and her front exposed to his caress. He rubbed his palm on the front of her panties and flattened the springy bulge her pubic hair produced. She trembled, her mouth covered by the continued pressure of his kiss. George slid his hand upward and her shirt rode ahead of it, and she felt the fiery thrills darting through her belly.
Karen let her fingers tighten convulsively on the back of George's neck as she felt his broad palm cup her breast. She writhed, feeling helpless, as he kneaded the sensitive globe.
She moaned, "Oh, George, I don't know . . . I don't know whether . . ."
"Does it feel good?"
"Yessss. Oh yesssss, you know it does."
"Then don't fight it."
Karen shivered. She didn't really want to fight it, yet she felt she should. She had been taught that it was wrong during her young teenaged days at home with her mother. Then her problem with Jerry. Yes, she should fight it, but she didn't want to. If George took her completely, if this time he continued, then maybe he would think she was a little bitch in heat. Karen sighed deeply and shivered with passion.
She sensed that they were moving, but the more immediate sensations produced by his caresses were too urgent to permit more than a fleeting concern. She felt hard, rounded surfaces at her back and George was bent over her. He pressed her against full sacks of grain. Her ass rested against rough burlap, and she felt the coarse twine that closed the mouth of the top sack rubbing harshly at the small of her back.
Her feet were widely parted for support. Her knees were flexed and Karen felt her hips undulate, as if they had a mind of their own. Now they twisted violently in response to the excitement George was giving her.
He released her mouth and thrust his wet lips into the hollow of her throat. Arching backward, Karen let the back of her head rest on the sack and stared at the crude rafters of the shed. Aware that he had stopped massaging her breast through the stiffness of her bra cup, she felt a moment's resentment at the assurance with which he was treating her. He had withdrawn his burning hand from her full tit and was calmly and skillfully unfastening the buttons of her shirt.
"Wonder why a man-style shirt makes a woman look so damned sexy?" he muttered. "Really does something to me."
Shaken and stinging from resentment to renewed eagerness for this man who excited her so, Karen sucked in a deep breath. "Not like what you're doing to me though," she exclaimed hoarsely, "Guess I've been taught all the wrong things," she admitted.
George smiled. "I'm glad you're beginning to realize it." The shirt fell open, and he pushed it off her shoulders. Now he slipped his hand behind her and fumbled with her bra catch.
"Oh no!" she whimpered. "I'm not ready. George! George! Please!"
The heavy elastic relaxed. George pulled her erect and worked her shirt off her arms, then the bra. He backed a step away, holding her against the stacked feed and studied her half-naked form from arm's length. She shivered and felt her nipples harden and grow taut with excitement.
"Ooooohhhhhhh!" she whispered again with a tremulous sigh.
"What a fine sight you are," George said. "Your tits are pretty, so full and so lovable, so inviting. My son is indeed psycho."
Karen said, her voice teasing, "Don't look at me so hungry like." She giggled. "It gives me shivers."
George moved close and pressed her backward over the bulging sacks. He fingered the velvety skin of her voluptuous breasts, stroking the swelling surfaces and drawing his fingertips over the puckered sides of her small nipples.
"Oooooohhhh, George!" she sighed.
"Doesn't it feel good? How can something that feels this good be wrong? Relax, enjoy yourself. There's too much hurt in the world already. We should take advantage of all the pleasure we can find."
"You sound so hedonistic!"
"I am one . . . confirmed too."
George let his knees slide between her parted thighs and his hard muscular thigh ground onto her small cunt. Belatedly, she tried to clamp her knees together, the movement merely clamping her thighs on his. A powerful surge of excitement made her thighs press harder, and she clutched at his forearms with a fierce grip. Her hips undulated to rub her pussy on the harshness of his jeans-covered thigh. She could hardly control her excitement.
"Oh, George. Wow. Oh my! Oh it does feel so good. I can't . . . uh . . . oh, it just feels so good though."
He bent to touch her nipple with his lips, his hand stroking downward to her taut quivering belly. As he took the nipple between his lips and teased it with his tongue, Karen felt his hot breath. She ran her fingers into his graying hair. Thick and wavy, the hair felt alive to her. She groped at his scalp and puffed erratically, torn by savage waves of desire. She was only dimly aware of his hand as it caressed, withdrew, and caressed again. Her arched position thrust her cunt firmly onto the ridge of his thigh and forced her belly outward. She rode his leg with her own thighs clamped tightly, the movement of her hips producing continuous friction at her cunt and on the inner surfaces of her long legs.
She wallowed in a chaos of sensation. Her upper back scrubbed the coarse surface of the feed sack. One breast was buried in the deep shadow of George's head; the other gleamed softly in the light coming through the dirty window of the shed. Her belly was taut and rounded, its muscles twisting under her skin as her hips continued to jerk. Her panties, emphasizing the rounded mound of her pubis, wrinkled where her crotch surged on George's thigh. Her own thighs trembled, and her knees worked restlessly.
"Ooooohhhhhh!" she moaned distractedly.
George plunged his hand inside the waistband of her panties and his fingers drove through the sparseness of her pubic hair. As his fingertips pressed into the flesh of her pussy, fierce waves of pleasure washed over her. She squirmed with delight and let go of his arms to grope at his body. One hand encountered hard hot flesh. A mighty surge of excitement jolted her as she realized he had opened his jeans and let his cock hand free.
"Oh my God!" she exclaimed in shaky tones. Her fingers closed involuntarily on a swollen, pulsing shaft and the pad of her thumb rubbed the slick wetness at the tip of his cockhead. She pressed the pulpy knob tightly against her belly, shivering at the sensation of moisture and heat and the sudden scent of sex.
He was going all the way this time! She had made up her mind to this.
George straightened, releasing his grip on her tit and panting lightly, said, "Christ, you've got a gentle touch!" His own fingers drove between her thighs and crotch, burying themselves in the throbbing moistened folds of her tight cunt lips.
She rose on the tips of her toes and pressed her ass back to the sacks. Fiery tendrils of delight stabbed inward from the depressed tissues and she groaned with desire as his fingertips slipped in the thickening wetness of her pussy. He began to rub the side of her clitoris.
"You'll like this very much," he soothed. "It's the best part of all."
"Eeeeeeee!" she slammed her ass against the sack and jerked her hips violently from side to side. Frantic with the sudden rush of sensation, she struggled to get her thighs together, only to realize his knee still wedged them apart, causing her to be wide open to him.
She gasped. "Oh, George! God! Please! Please!"
"Do you mean 'please' stop or 'please' go ahead?" he teased, knowing what was going on inside her head.
Instead of waiting for an answer, he continued making love to Karen. With quick, sure movements, he pulled his hand free and seized the top of her panties. He rolled the elastic down over her ass to expose the light-brown sparse thatch of pubic hair. She caught her lip between her teeth and smothered a sob of excitement, her chin pressed to her upper chest. George's cock was hot and wet in her hand, and she squeezed fiercely in the turmoil of emotion that engulfed her.
She had really never felt a man's cock before. She had tried to take Jerry's in her hand to coax it back to hardness that would help satisfy her need, but he had pulled it away.
Now this. It was so big, so much more than Jerry's and bigger than any in the human anatomy books she had studied. Ever since her father-in- law had started teaching her about sex she had wanted to see what it would look like, but she had been hesitant to ask him to let her feel it. Now that she was doing so it seemed so natural for her to be holding it tenderly, to feel it throbbing with life and excitement against the tight fist of her hand.
When George started to squat, he pulled the panties down her bare legs. Karen let go of his cock reluctantly as he pulled downward. Her nails bit into his shoulders and she gazed down at herself in morbid fascination. For the first time, she was able to see George's hard cock. Shadowed, the fat cylinder gleamed when his movements brought it briefly into the sun's rays streaming through the window. His cockhead bulged darkly and his paler shaft showed dark swollen veins. She stepped out of the panties without protest with a tingling sense of finality. Surrendering the garment without protest was her ultimate commitment to the source she had chosen for release. He would fuck her this time!
George rose to his feet and ran his hands slowly down the smooth side of Karen's rib cage, and then on downward over her hips. She trembled, her gaze fixed on his eyes. As if in a trance, she knew what to do next. She began mechanically unbuttoning his shirt. When she had finished, she unfastened his belt buckle and the waist of his trousers, going to her knees to work the faded material off the thighs they hugged so tightly.
She felt a moan escape her lips as she worked.
George stood, trying to hold onto his balance as Karen's tender body worked on his clothing.
His cock stood erect before her face, pulsing and so swollen it seemed to Karen that it must be ready to burst. Beneath it his scrotum was a leathery, hair-covered, irregular globe, his balls drawn up into his crotch. While she struggled with the stubborn jeans, she rested her cheek against the moist shaft of his cock and let his wiry, pubic hair tickle her skin. George started to twist out of his shirt and his movement rubbed his cock in her face. She shuddered, self-conscious in her abject-appearing posture.
George chuckled. "How the hell you gonna get those things off over my boots?"
She felt her face flush and gave silent thanks for the poor light. George turned to rest his butt against the stacked feed. He bent and pulled his pants up, then helped her get the boots off. She managed his heavy socks herself, feeling a new warmth at the faint sweaty odor, and grinned at the way George wiggled his toes. With a sigh of satisfaction, she tugged his jeans down again and held them while he drew one foot free and then the other. She pressed her cheeks again to his cock, daring herself and reveling in the commission of the act, then she rose to her feet.
"There," she said triumphantly.
George pulled her to him. She lay against his body while the thrill of flesh on flesh seeped through her. His body hair was stiff and unyielding, unlike her own, and it jabbed at her from breasts to knees. Karen squirmed, intent on fanning the flame of her excitement and suppressing the recurrent twinge of conscience that continued to goad her. George's hands wandered over her back and fondled her asscheeks. The touch sent shivers of pleasure racing over her and aroused responsive writhings of her belly muscles, grinding on his slippery wet cock.
"Oh, George," she sighed, "it feels so good, so wonderful. You make it all, all right."
"It is all right, sweetheart. Now see how you're reacting? This is the way a woman is supposed to react to sex. I'm reacting as a man should. We'll go along like this for a while yet, I want to really build you up so you can see how passionate you can really become."
She smiled softly, hope he doesn't build me up so far he causes me to have an orgasm before he pushes that big pole in me.
He pulled at her and swung her up into his arms. "Let's put you astride one of these saddles."
Before she could object, he deposited her astride one of the English saddles. She squealed at the chill of the leather on her bare buttock and clamped her knees on the shaped sides of the saddle.
"Oh for goodness sake, George!"
"Just you wait," he said. "You'll see what I have in mind and you won't regret this a bit, I guarantee you."
George dropped to his knees, reached under the saddle and grasped her far ankle. Leaning on her knee and holding the other leg, he thrust his free hand upward to touch her bare cunt through the gaping opening in the center of the seat. Karen gasped and grabbed at the saddle horn as her sudden twist threatened her balance.
"Omigod!" she exclaimed. "Don't. Doooooonnnnnn't!"
George ignored her protest. He fingered the wet flesh of her cunt while she shivered with thrills. Her thighs worked vigorously against the warming leather, and she jerked her shoulders from side to side with excitement. His fingers slipped back and forth in the sticky wetness of her slit and jabbed repeatedly at her cuntmouth while she fiercely clamped her knees on the saddle to hold on.
"No . . . fair . . ." she puffed helplessly. "I can't . . . do anything to defend . . . myself! Don't! It's not fair! Oh, George, it's not fair at all."
"But you like it and you don't want me to stop. Right?" he questioned, teasing.
"I, uh, I, uh . . ." she stammered.
He laughed contentedly. "I thought so. You don't want me to stop," he repeated. "Not really. Right?"
"Oh for Christ sake. Shit!" she finally spit out. "Shit! Shit! Shit!"
George roared with laughter now. "That's not really the response I wanted, but I guess it will do." He continued chuckling at her demise.
Now he fingered her clitoris vigorously and Karen thrashed about on the saddle and jerked futilely against his grip on her ankles. She felt his fingers settle on her mound and the tip of his thumb at her cuntmouth. His caresses stopped. There was only the unceasing pressure of his hand on her pussy. Giddy with pleasure, Karen ground her hips and rubbed her cunt on the gently pushing rough thumb.
"Oh, George, I've never really done it before. It feels so good, but I, uh, I'm so confused. So confused."
"Don't be confused, sweetheart. So you've never really been fucked before. Don't let this bother you. I'll show you how great it can be."
"Are you going to . . . uh, fuck me, George?"
"We'll see, darling."
He slipped her foot into the stirrup and released her ankle. Pleased with the sense of leverage, she awkwardly searched for the other stirrup, and he eased the pressure of his body against her knee while she worked her other foot into its stirrup. She let her weight settle more comfortably and was totally unprepared when George thrust his thumb into her moist, hot pussy canal.
"Ohhhhhh. Eeeeeee," she shrieked, more from the suddenness of it than anything else.
He drove his thumb inward to the knuckle and tightened his fingers on her mound. Karen jerked her hips vigorously, clinging to the horn and pushing at the stirrups with the balls of her feet.
"Good God!" she muttered sharply. "Oh, George, it feels so strange!"
"But good . . ." he added for her.
She clenched her teeth and abandoned herself to the savage pleasure she was feeling.
George groped with his free hand until he could grasp one of her swaying breasts. He kneaded the soft flesh and toyed with her nipple, then let go and placed his arm around her waist. She moaned softly, feeling her excitement rise toward the level of orgasm and postponing the certainty of substituting his cock for his thumb. She had never come with a man's cock buried within her, but she had dreamed of it. Oh God, how she had dreamed of it. She knew George's cock would increase and fulfill the pleasure she felt and yearned for so desperately.
George kissed her thigh and nibbled at the sensitive flesh of her hip, making her squirm with redoubled effort. She felt the knot of her excitement hardening in her belly and warned him.
"Ohhhhh! Wait! Please wait! I'm so close to an orgasm, and I want to feel you in me!
George stiffened slightly.
"Is something the matter?" Karen asked.
"Hey," he poked at her playfully with his closed hand. "I think we've carried this far enough for this time." He paused then said, "I wanted you to see how hot you could really get if we were away from the house and all."
She stared at him, disbelief showing in her face. "You were only playing a game, all the time . . . you never intended to go through with it . . . you . . . oh shit! George! Damn you, damn, damn you!" she spit out.
"You have a temper, too, I see," he said pleasantly.
Without another word Karen grabbed up her clothes and nude stomped out of the tack room toward the bigger barn. George dressed and followed her.
She was standing on top of a ladder looking into the loft when he came into the barn, she looked toward him and lost her balance. George rushed to the ladder to steady it. He noticed that she had put the shirt back on but she was wearing nothing under it.
Karen knew he was staring up at her bare bottom. She would show him what he was missing, then she lost her balance and as she started to fall, George grabbed at her and caught her before she was all the way down the ladder. Karen fell against him, twisting as she did so that her arms were around his shoulders.
He was holding her securely, one hand around her legs and one around her waist as he gently lowered her down to the ground. Karen panted loudly, as George deposited her lightly on the soft hay floor.
"Are you all right?" he asked, kneeling before her with a look of genuine concern showing in his eyes. "Are you all right?" he asked again.
She nodded.
He reached out and pressed his hands against her ankles, and Karen noticed that his fingers were trembling.
"That feels good," she whispered, leaning back even more, opening her legs slightly until George had no trouble making out the shape and configuration of what was barely hidden between her spread-eagled thighs. "Your hands are so firm, and, uh, feel so good."
His fingers began to work on her ankle, massaging it, as his chest rose and fell violently. His face was flushed and Karen knew what was causing it. She knew he had been worked up almost to the point of no return a few minutes before. Well, she would show him.
As George felt her smooth skin under his fingers, as he caressed her ankles, moving on upward, rubbing slightly higher, Karen knew he was feeling pleasure from what he was doing, as she was feeling it in her cunt. She wiggled and squirmed ever so slightly, as the walls of her pussy dampened with the growing heat and ardor of her lust.
Karen started moaning softly with what she tried to make sound like genuine cries of pain as George continued his massaging of her ankles.
"A little higher I think," she said, hoping he would keep it up.
George was barely able to control his growing excitement as his hands moved higher, up along Karen's calf, fondling and kneading her flesh as she tried wiggling toward him.
Karen liked what he was doing to her, and she hoped her plan would work. If she could get him worked up again, or get him to try working her up again, then . . . well, this time, she decided, she would be expecting him not to back out. She would see to it that he didn't.
She glanced down at his crotch as he knelt before her, resting his weight on the backs of his heels. And sure enough she was pleased to see that the rounded bulge of his cock had definitely gotten larger. The swell seemed disproportionate, too pronounced to be taken lightly. She knew he was still aroused from what had taken place in the tack room and now she was adding to it.
His cock tented up the front of his jeans as Karen detected a slight movement behind the fly. It was getting to him! She felt a sense of accomplishment seep through her body. Now she had to keep it up. The warmth of his hands on her legs increased, and she pushed her backside up off the floor, unable to stop herself, not wanting to mask her growing pleasure and pure delight.
Just the way his hands moved, how they were now openly caressing her calf, excited her incredibly. She kept staring at the outline of his cock and then fell back against the softness of the hay, closing her eyes, waiting for him to take her, to ravish her, just the way she had imagined he would.
"Karen," he started to ask something, looking at her as she reclined on the floor of the barn.
But she didn't answer him. She didn't want anything to interrupt her feelings. She waited, holding her breath, until finally it happened. From her calf he moved his fingers lightly up her leg, past the bony crown of one shapely knee. And then he was gently brushing his hands against her thighs, and she whimpered softly, egging him on, almost begging to be taken and used in any manner he saw fit.
George acted as if he could not control himself any longer in what he was doing to her, and to himself.
"You really look appealing," he told her. "Your firm pear-shaped breasts poking forward, your nipples distended and pressing tautly against the front of your shirt. I'm telling you, Karen, a man would be a fool not to be excited by you." And when he glanced up, he could see the barest hint of her pubic mound, lying there, just waiting for him to use in any manner he desired. His fingers stole on up her firm thighs, and she kept murmuring softly, refusing to open her eyes.
She felt his hands openly caressing her, no longer acting diffident, grazing the insides of her thighs and gently raising up the long shirt until she felt it being pulled around her waist. And then George moaned hotly and gasped, causing her to open her eyes.
Karen saw him openly ogling her naked pussy, the tip of his tongue slipping out of his parted lips, moistening his mouth as his fingers trembled and then, he mumbled something under his breath and, pressed his hand flat against her naked quivering hot and hungry cunt.
"George!" she squealed aloud, "It feels so nice. Oh yes, do it, do it some more," she pleased. "I like your hands on me. It makes me feel so needed."
"Like this?"
"Yes," she repeated, realizing that it was much nicer than what he had been doing in the tack room. She liked this slow tease, the way he was building her up slowly, like a young boy on his first date. He would continue on this time, she just knew it, she wouldn't have to goad him on either. She just felt this way for some unexplained reason, yes, she knew he would fuck her soon.
Just the way his palm pushed down against her hairy gash made her cunt juice gush down, moistening her tract. Her hips were pulsating and she arched her back, pushing her box flat against his hand until there was no hiding her lust . . . her lewd, hungry lust.
George couldn't stop himself anyway, now that he was touching her twat again, staring at her quivering box with a gleam in his eyes. He rubbed his palm over the swollen mound, feeling the way her cunt hairs stuck to his palm, already glistening wet with her sap. Karen opened her legs even wider, goading him on as the thin outer lapels of flesh parted slightly, revealing the hidden mysteries of her tight young vagina.
They would not be mysteries for long, she was sure.
"Oh, George, keep teasing it. Please!"
The plaintive tone of her voice affected him and he reached down with both hands, gently spreading apart the narrow outer lips to reveal her clitoris poking forward from the top of her vulva. The little pea- shaped morsel of flesh wiggled its enticements, and George's cock began to swell heatedly inside his jeans, which Karen was well aware of.
Throwing all caution to the winds, he suddenly groaned loudly and flung himself down between her legs, smashing his mouth against her quivering and juicy box. Karen arched her pubis, pushed it outward toward him and clasped at the floor, almost screaming out with delicious joy.
She felt his tongue swooping out, driving right inside and curling around her clitoris. It was long and wet and raspy, and she began to moan with growing pleasure as he licked and tongued her moist and slippery vagina. A few months earlier she would have thought of this as a dirty, unspeakable sexual act. She would have been completely nauseated just by the thought of it. Now, here she was enjoying it and begging for more.
"Yes, more, do it more," she kept repeating, looking down between her legs as George panted and tongued her with short, lapping strokes, muzzling her box with his face. She felt his spittle come drooling out of his mouth, mingling with her own hot juices.
The heat of her passionate lust was building up, far quicker than when she had built up before, even when she had masturbated. It was growing uncontrollably, and she kept pushing toward him as he scaled the walls of her snatch and sponged them down, his tongue pistoning in and out like a small but masterful penis.
"Oh great God!" she squealed.
Karen had never imagined how nice it could feel. She had never thought a man's tongue could work so frantically or feel so wonderful. Just the way George's head bobbed up and down, the way he moaned and shook against her, excited her beyond belief. She reached out then and touched his greying, sweat-wet hair, pushing his face deeper and harder against her trembling heated muff.
"George! George!" she groaned.
He was gobbling her up, literally and figuratively, chewing delicately on the tiny pulpy bud of her clitoris until she couldn't see straight. And as he probed deeper, keeping her cunt lips wide open with his feverish hands, she knew that she couldn't stop herself or stop him either. He must not stop! Not like he did before. She knew she would just die if he did.
As he probed deeper, keeping up in a fit of frenzy, Karen made some plans. She thought she knew a way to keep him going until he did fuck her.
She knew, too, that any second she was going to climax, and she waited for what she hoped would be the first of many climaxes with an expression of incredible delight etched upon her lips. "Faster!" she heard herself ranting. "Drink it down, suck on it. Eat me out. George! Oh, George! Fuck me! Fuck me! Do it faster, George! Pleaseeeeeeeeeeee!"
George didn't have to be told what to do. He kept on doing what was coming naturally for him. He stared down at the dark-pink interior of Karen's pussy, whimpering softly to himself. And then his nostrils flared, and he inhaled deeply, savoring the delicate fragrance of her girlish and musky trench. Her clit wobbled on its short stem, and he kept sucking it up into his warm mouth, much to both their delights.
"Good, good!" she mumbled.
"Hmmmm," he moaned.
She screamed out now, in utter, pure joy. "Ohmigod, George! Ohhhh!" Then a second later, "Oh fuck me, fuck me!"
And when he heard her begging to be fucked, he slurped greedily, tonguing her cunt until she writhed and thrashed about on the floor.
Karen was about to climax!
"Feel it!" she screamed out as the orgasm consumed her and drove her mind violently wild. "Suck, suck, suck! Good! Oh so good! Harder now, George! Oh, harder. Oh yes! Migod! Oh my goooooooooooooooooooo . . . I'm doing it, I'm coming!" she was screaming and jerking as spasm after spasm hit her, causing her body to jump and thrash about.
She rose up high, higher, then down, then back up again just as fast.
Her words and actions amazed her as much as they apparently amazed George. She kept mewling, bucking and pitching her body toward him, shoving her eager hairy crotch against his wildly sucking lips as the juice of her lust gushed down, hot and spicy, running down her legs, soaking George.
He sucked it up into his mouth, tasting her dew and licking his feverish lips. Karen was begging, and George kept eating out her pussy, long after the last waves of the pleasurable orgasm had coursed through her flailing body, sending shock after shock wave racing through her.
Karen now lay there, finally exhausted, but still not totally or completely satisfied.
She wanted something else. She sensed this, rather than thought about it. She wanted more. She wanted his cock in her, then her thoughts came through. Yes, she knew exactly what it was she wanted. She looked at George and saw his thick sensual lips glistening and smeared with her come juice. He was unconsciously rubbing one hand against his groin, playing with himself so that she saw the outline and how the bulge of his cock had swelled to what seemed to her to be monstrous. Earlier in the tack room, when she had held it, it had seemed so huge, but now . . . now it looked even more monstrous. It was indeed big! "Oh," Karen said aloud, half to herself though. "I didn't think you would fuck me."
He didn't answer her.
Karen remained silent and studied his cock again. It was so big, maybe she wouldn't be able to stretch her pussy around it. Maybe that was why he was holding back, but no! Regardless of size, she had to have some of it. She was confident that she could take it . . . well, she shrugged inwardly, most of it anyway. He was still hot with desire for her, she could tell this, by the way he openly fondled his still hidden meat, licking his lips as his eyes kept devouring her body. Karen slowly nodded her head, "Go ahead," she mumbled softly, ordering him. "If you're man enough."
He glanced quickly at her face as she spoke the taunt.
Karen's hands moved self-consciously to the budding mounds of her ripe and jutting breasts, tweaking the nipples as she kept her man's shirt in place, listening to the way George was panting and seeing how his chest rose and fell as heatedly as her own.
The more she watched, the more she pulled at her breasts, the greater desire she had to try this gigantic hard piece of hot meat.
"I'm going to fuck you!" George said, his words hissing out from between his clenched and hungry lips, a look of lust on his face. "At first I wasn't. I was just going to build you up so you could feel how wonderful it is, but now . . . now. Damn it, I need to finish what I started."
Karen studied him a moment before saying, "I don't know." She wanted him, oh, she wanted him! But if she begged for it, he might not go through with it. Besides, her lust would be better fulfilled if he raped her, then she couldn't blame herself. Raped by her father-in-law. Exciting, oh God yes, she decided. She wanted to be devoured as if by a hungry wild beast. He had to be forceful with her. She wanted to be brutally taken, without being hurt too severely, but hurt . . . oh, yes . . .
"I am going to fuck you," he said again, a strange look on his craggy features.
"Maybe," she whispered with a cruel smile, one hand moving down to play with her cunt, her fingers sliding through her crisp pubic hair. "Maybe I'll let you fuck me, and maybe I won't. I only want a real man, George. Are you a real man? I think you've been afraid to fuck me, afraid I'll find out you can't keep it up that long. You look really meek to me, George. Really meek." She waited for the effect her words would have.
George looked at her and there was a sudden trace of anger in his face, which pleased her. It was all going to work out, and knowing this Karen kept at it, teasing him by the way she slowly edged her middle finger right inside her pussy. She pushed it down, pulled it out and waved it before him before thrusting it into her own mouth to lick it dry,
George just watched. He let his mock anger show in his face. He knew what Karen wanted, and what she was doing. It was working for him too, what he wanted her to do. She wanted him to be more forceful with her, and he would. If this would help her, then he wanted to help her. He watched her fingering herself and forced back a grin that tried to work its way to his face.
Now Karen moved both hands to her box, rubbing her long fingers along the insides of her creamy smooth thighs. George stayed where he was, kneeling in front of her and following her lewd and obscene gestures with a pair of open and unblinking eyes. His throat felt dry, and his sense of anger, of being teased and toyed with, manipulated perhaps, rose up like the taste of bitter bile inside him. He fought it down, knowing that it was wrong for him to think so. This girl needed teaching and he was her teacher, but now he was beginning to let his own manhood stand in the way of what he wanted. He mustn't get angry. He would try to play along, to be more forceful, to make her feel that he forced himself oh her, and not the other way around. He would most certainly show her how rough he could be, he decided.
"Maybe," she said again, "maybe I'll let you fuck me and maybe I'll just play with myself. My finger will stay harder long after your cock grows softer."
The throbbing of George's cock grew more and more pronounced. Now his expression changed to rage and incredible anger. "I'll fuck you," he barked, pushing her hands away from her cunt as he reached down and quickly unzipped his fly. "I may be meek to you, but I'm also a man. Man enough for you, my little bitch. My little heated-up slut. I'm going to fuck you good and hard. I'm going to shove it in so rough you'll be screaming out with pain. I'll show you how I treat a teasing bitch."
"Show me, George! Show me what you have to give me, maybe I'll let you fuck me and maybe I won't." She went on, longing for it, no longer self-conscious or afraid to tell George what she really wanted to do. All she wanted was for him to fuck her and fuck her hard.
Having unzipped his pants, George unbuckled the belt and then pulled his shirt up around his stomach, not even bothering to take it off. Karen studied his stomach muscles. She was still amazed that his stomach was so flat and hard. For a man his age he certainly kept himself in good condition.
George moved, letting his pants dangle downward in front of her. Then, quickly and with impatience, George pushed them down off of his hips, his fingers moving, shoving them downward until they fell around the tops of his boots. Karen gasped when she saw his full hard cock, still hidden behind his shorts.
"Yes, my little heated-up bitch. I'm going to enjoy raping you." He hooked his thumbs under the elastic waistband of his shorts, as Karen knew that this time George would not disappoint her. Hearing the way he snapped the waistband, as if to entice her, she knew he would fuck her. She looked up into his face, opened her mouth, a soundless cry of wonderment and delight bubbling up from between her widely parted red lips. Yes, he would fuck her. He would not violate, brutalize and beat her, but he would fuck her!
George was pulling his tight-fitting jockey shorts all the way down, past his hips, past his thighs, down to lay with his pants atop his boots. Then she saw it! It was bigger than it had looked before in the tack room. It was like a third arm, a veritable pole of pulsating meat, sticking out from his midsection, stiff and raging.
"Oh, George," she pleaded. "It's so big. It will hurt me, I know it will. It'll rip me apart."
It was as swarthy and dark as George's own tanned skin, the head even darker as he skinned his cock back and looked down at her, smiling at the sight of her opened mouth and startled expression. The head was also smooth as a mushroom, round and velvety, and Karen saw how the veins under the ruddy skin along the shaft were bulging, braided almost as George began to rub his fingers up and down the length of his penis.
"Yeah," he promised her. "I am going to fuck you good. Do you think this is enough for you? It is, I guarantee you. It's big enough and hard enough. And it'll stay that way long after you're begging for me to stop." He waved his penis pole toward her.
"Yes, oh yes," Karen whispered, her throat incredibly dry as she kept staring, still not believing that he would be able to get it all in. Now, a truly, reality-like thought hit her mind. Would she be able to accept all of this cock in her tight, small pussy tunnel? She wondered. It was a cock that looked so much larger and much more thicker than she had realized. She wondered how in the world she could ever accommodate it, how he could ever be able to move right up into the depths of her hot and streaming cunt like she wanted him to.
But she would try to take it, this she knew. She had to have this hot, throbbing male cock inside her hungry pussy.
Karen spread her legs as wide apart as possible, noticing how George's balls swayed between his burly thighs, a hairy wrinkled fist which looked strangely alluring and so damned mysterious. Thinking that his nuts held a reservoir of semen, semen that she had heard about but had never seen or felt, Karen waited for him to begin, wondering, too, if her small cuntal passage would be able to withstand the additional load when his huge cock shot off inside her, violently, erupting like a volcano.
George was getting impatient too. So impatient he couldn't hold back any longer. Not even bothering to take off his shirt or pull off her shirt so he could look at her tits, he just took hold of his thick straining phallus and directed the head of his virile cock right down between the pale puffy lips of her sweet young vagina.
He touched the full lips with the head of his leaking organ and both of them shivered and convulsed with the first contact of their sexes. Then pushing down as Karen sucked in her breath, George managed to wedge the head of his meat right inside the entrance to her steamy snatch.
"Now," he said.
"Hmmm," she groaned half in real fright and half in anticipated painful pleasure.
"You're going to be fucked, Karen."
"Yesss," she hissed incoherently.
Karen studied him and felt the pressure building up. Her cunt walls were stretched widely and the outer lips seemed to fasten themselves around George's gigantic cock, holding it in place. So far, there was no hard pain and she continued to grit her teeth and wait. She wanted him to continue pushing.
"Shit, Karen. You're so fucking tight. So fucking tight," he repeated, then pushed as he saw how the lips of her snatch were widely distended, blocked and held open and apart by the round blood-engorged head of his penis.
Now bracing himself with his hands outstretched, his palms flat on the floor and his boots digging toeholds in the slick surface, George thrust forward with his weight centered at his hips. Karen winced and, as she watched, she felt more and more of the burly virile man's penis disappearing between her legs.
George knew what he was doing, exactly what he was doing. The friction was far more intense than he had imagined, but it was so fucking good, he decided. His cock seemed to skid along her tight moist cunt walls, filling her incredibly.
"Fuck me!" she whispered over and over. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" She kept repeating herself as she watched him pounding down into her, funneling more and more of his enormous masculine cock into her tight vagina.
"I'm going to fuck you, doll baby. I'm going to fuck you until you scream for help." He pushed, feeling the pussy give a little.
"Yes, sweet," he said again, "I'm going to fuck you and I'm never going to stop."
And George did not stop, not even when she cried out in pain.
He stared at her as she did, but he kept pushing and plowing forward so that he was in her almost all the way. His balls whacked furiously against the upraised cheeks of her tight ass and when Karen threw her legs up around his heaving back, locking her ankles around him, George slid all the way inside, right up to the very root.
"How's that?" he challenged. "Do you feel me in you?"
"Oh God, yesssssssss," Karen cooed.
His pubic bush, so much hairier and denser then Karen's, looked strangely salacious as it tangled with her own fleecy thick curls and ringlets. As for Karen, she felt so thrilled, and so filled, so crammed with pulsating throbbing dong, that she was unable to speak. It felt so wonderful, even though she felt so full of cock.
And when George began to piston his cock into her, pulling it almost all the way out before fiercely shoving forward again, she thought that she could do this forever, unable to stop the pure pleasure which was gradually consuming her lithe body. Despite her initial fears, there was no longer any pain at all.
"Good, ohhhhhhhhh," she moaned.
Her pussy was elastic and youthful enough to take the thickness and length of George's formidable penis. She felt his sweat against her belly, and he curled his lips back like a rutting animal as he kept at it, shoving forward and into her, again and again, each blow pounding and thrusting, like a giant steam engine puffing up a steep grade. "Good," she kept repeating over and over. "So good. Oh, George, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it," her words kept running together as she felt the intense pleasure filling her.
Karen moved with him, rocking back and forth on the hay-strewn floor, thrusting her hips toward his groin as he kept up his digging of his full-sized cock into her tight pussy. And when she found herself experimenting, using her inner cunt muscles to nip his swiftly sliding cock shaft and holding it down inside of her, he really went insane with pure passion, even increasing the depths of his thrusts.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he kept saying. "Sweet tight pussy. Oh man, sweet pussy. So tight. So tight. I'm going to fill you, baby. Buckets of hot come, sweetheart. It's been so long for me. So long since I've emptied this load inside a beautiful girl like you. Am I man enough for you, or do you want me to make it rougher on you? Do you like it? Tell me!" he demanded.
"Yes! Yes!" Karen screamed out as he fell against her, his hands grabbing hold of her tits, thrust right up under her shirt, as he twisted her nipples savagely, pulling on them as she felt his weight and the pressure of his cock against her thrashing body.
He kept pounding into her, playing with her full bouncing boobs, bending his head down to nibble them as his balls kept hitting her asscheeks, and she seemed to lose all track of time. Then when she started to come, she urged him to join her, no longer able or even willing to hold back.
"Come, come!" she urged, "fill me full. Flood me with your hot come!"
"I intend to," he managed to say.
"Do it!" she whimpered, whining and panting as he lay against her, the firm muscular cheeks of his ass clenching and unclenching in time to the rhythm of his deep and pistoning powerful cock strokes.
"Come on, George honey. Oh yes, do it! Shoot it inside me, please! Come! Come inside me as much as you can. I can't stop. So big, so much cock. I can feel it, God I can feel it in me. Oh it's good, so good! Oh, George, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, and fill me."
And then her words turned into incoherent ramblings as she mumbled and threw her arms around him, pressed the full length of her body against his sweaty muscular form and climaxed as she had never climaxed before.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Godddddddddddddddd!" she moaned in pure pleasure, her eyes rolling back showing the whites.
The intensity of her orgasm left her speechless as she thrashed about under him and a great gush of oily sap flowed down the well-filled walls of her steaming hole, coating his fast-moving cock until he, too, could not help himself any longer. He could not stop himself as his balls seemed to contract and his body stiffened and convulsed spasmodically.
"Greaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!" he groaned a sound of animal-like quality. "Soooooooo f u c k i n n n n n n n n n n n n n n g gooooooooooooddddddddddddd!" His eerie sound echoed through the emptiness of the barn.
A trickle of drool sluiced out of the corner of his lips and ran down to Karen's chest as she felt the increase throbbings of his penis and the way he shivered and moaned against her. And then his come gushed up like a huge geyser, a fountain of hot cream splashing heavily inside her pussy.
When Karen felt the first thick wads of his semen splattering against her cunt like bullets, thick gushing pellets of his creamy milk, she spasmed again, the orgasm she was experiencing kept pouncing forth, hitting her as she loosened, causing her to stiffen, then alternatively relaxing. "Come," George kept repeating, unable to stop shaking as his cock ejaculated like a machine gun, one fast blast of cream following another in rapid and seemingly endless succession, over and over, hitting her and filling her.
"Oh, Karen baby, you're good. So tight and so good. That good, wonderful tight pussy. So good," he groaned, and the moaning wail sounded that of an animal, as he lay against her, his cock twitching and his cream pouring out until Karen felt as if she was flooded by the stuff, bathed in semen.
"Oh, George," she moaned. "I love it so much. Oh, George, you're so wonderful to me."
"You're the wonderful one, baby," George said, grunting it out as he spoke. "I'll give you all the fucking you want. I was only going to keep you aroused, so you'd give Jerry the fucking of his life, but my God, you've got enough for both of us."
"Do you really think so," she asked.
"Yes, you can keep us both happy the rest of my life."
"I'm glad. We're all together now, right? I will be able to help Jerry."
"Yes, but there is much more to be learned yet."
"And you'll teach me," she finished for him, chuckling aloud so he would hear.
"Yes, I'll teach you until it kills me."
Chapter 5
They lay for a long time, trying to regain their strength along with their breath.
George finally broke the silence. "Let's get completely naked again and play around some more."
"You mean you're going to fuck me again." Karen liked to feel the sound of the four-letter words now. Somehow the wicked words excited her, bringing all kinds of lustful shivers to her body.
"Fuck yes. Let's get naked."
They undressed, Karen again helping George with his boots. When they were completely nude again, George fell to the floor on his back, pretending complete exhaustion. Karen knelt and rubbed his forehead. "Poor baby."
George groped with his free hand until he could grasp one of her swaying full breasts. He kneaded the soft flesh and toyed with her nipple, then let go and placed his arm around her waist. She moaned softly, feeling her excitement rise toward the level of another and almost unexpected orgasm. God, this man could bring such lewd things out of her body. She felt his thumb rub up and into her wet pussy which still dripped from his load of semen. She had never come before with a man's cock buried within her and thinking back on it brought more shivers of pure ecstasy racing through her. It was so much better to orgasm with a man's throbbing cock spurting hot come inside her. Now she found herself yearning for it again, to experience the feel of it, that wonderful moment when the first hot hard spurt of it machine gunned her pussy walls.
George kissed her thigh and nibbled at the sensitive flesh of her hips, making her squirm with redoubled effort. She felt the knot of her excitement hardening in her belly and warned him, "You're going to make me come again, even before you get that big cock back in me."
"Nothing wrong with that, sweet," he said.
"I . . . know! But not yet!"
Gently, he extracted his thumb from her cunt and withdrew his hand. Now he raised and got to his feet, pulling her up with him. He stood, holding her to him and resting one palm on her lower belly with his fingers buried in her pubic hair. As she began to calm, and her breathing steadied, he felt downward. He worked his fingers into the wet puffiness of her labia and rubbed the circle of her cunt mouth. She groaned and hugged him fiercely.
"You really like this, don't you?" he said, more like a statement of fact than a question.
"My God yes, George," she agreed. "And it's so exciting, being with you and feeling good and not ashamed." She sighed. Then she jerked violently as his palm flattened her clitoris and his fingers wedged into her cunt mouth. "Jesus, George. Oh myyyyyyyyyyyyyy!"
He tipped her back and began to suck on her tit. She clung fiercely to his head while her hips jerked back and forth against a stack of baled hay. She felt as though her entire body was writhing with hunger, and she sensed that she would soon be getting his cock again. God, she wanted it. Yes, she knew she would be begging for it again before too long. At the thought, she felt downward between them and got hold of the thick plunger again. Her small hands could hardly reach around the thickness of it. The prick was heavily coated with slippery wetness, and she slid her encircling hand up and down the shaft before cupping her palm over the steaming head. Growing increasingly eager, she clasped the hot dick against her thigh and rubbed if fiercely on her warm flesh. George's breath began to come jerkily and he grunted at her.
"Keep that up, and I'll have you spread out on the hay in about two seconds."
Her answering laugh was edged with fright, but she made her answer light, "I don't care!" she whimpered fiercely. "Oh I don't care. I'm sore but I want it in me again." She wondered if she would be able to take it all in her again so soon.
But she did want it, hurt or not. "I do want you to fuck me. Yes, I do need it." She sighed deeply. "Let's do it now, please?" "Now?"
She shuddered before answering, "Yes! Now! I want it in me!"
George pulled at her and she clung to him, pressing her lips to his shoulder. They stumbled to the hay. George stopped, knee-deep in the fragrant pile, and she felt the dry stalks pricking at her calves. George fell backward and pulled her with him. She scrambled to straddle his form, his cock hot and enormous and throbbing as it lay along her gulping tight cunt.
"This way," she teased. "Let me ride it. You promise to take me horseback riding, but this will do. I want to try it this way, please."
He reached up under her and pulled his cock up to a vertical position. "Come on, climb on to it, little one. Put that tight pussy over it and wallow in it."
"Wowee!" Karen squealed.
She pressed her cunt mouth to the domed cockhead and let the broad slopes of it wedge her open. Her knees trembled as she slowly sank in the yielding hay to lower her pussy onto the rigid flagpole of a cock, and she felt her cunt settle over the back of his cockhead and tighten around the inward sliding shaft.
"I've never had a cock in me this way before," she explained. "I have to take it easy too, because I'm a little sore from the pounding you gave me a while ago." She sighed uncomfortably, but continued pushing herself downward. "Easy, easy, easy," she chanted in a soothing voice as she lowered herself. "Oh I know it's going to feel so good," she said aloud, trying to boost her uncertainty.
As her weight drove her down the length of George's cock, she felt his bulbous cockhead burrowing toward the core of her belly. It was a strange sensation, she reflected fleetingly, to feel internal organs jostled and shoved aside by a hard, bulky knot that bored in so irresistibly. It was a sensation that had no similarity to any other, and its full effects spread like ripples throughout her body, bringing thousands of tiny goosebumps to her revealed nude skin.
She felt the stiff brush of his pubic hair pressing like coarse fur into the tender membranes around her cunt mouth, and the spreading hardness of the root of his cock stopping her motion. With a swallow, she experimentally jerked her hips to level his cockhead forward and backward in her hot and hurting cunt. Powerful jolts of sensation tensed her muscles and made her jerk again.
"Oh wow!" she whispered in wonderment. "It's so big in me. Some big thing, huhhhhh! God, but it's good though. It's so . . . so filling."
"You're not a very big girl," replied George quietly. "That tiny cunt of yours bites me as if it had teeth. You know it hurts me this way, too, but the hurt will go away in a minute then everything will be good again."
"It does hurt you too?" she looked at him quizzically.
"Yes," he nodded, "but it's all right. It's worth it and you know it."
"Yesssss," she hissed, agreeing with what he had said. It indeed, was worth it.
Karen clutched at his upper arms and began to bounce herself on his cock. She felt her ass smack the hard front of his thighs at the end of each stroke, and waves of excitement washed over her. The hay supported the breadth of George's body more firmly than it did her knees. Every bounce of her hips buried her legs deeper, until she found herself riding her mount as if he were the horse she had been promised to ride.
Instead of stroking herself now along his cock, she could only lever herself back and forth on him. But the friction on the inner surfaces of her thighs and on the sensitive tissues of her pussy drove her lust to a savage new height.
"Sooooo good!" she moaned.
Karen was conscious of the violent leaps of her tiny nipples on her full boobs as they jumped and she derived as much pleasure from her awareness as from the physical sensations as they flogged gently at her chest. Her hands were braced against George, her fingers gripping his waist and her elbows locked straight. Her hair was loose, flying like a cloud around her face. The hay stabbed the tender flesh of her legs and aroused her to a frenzy of sensitivity. The combined feeling raised her peak of excitement to a dangerously wonderful level.
"God!" she exclaimed breathlessly. "I thought I was going to come the second I got your big cock in me! But I just keep getting more and more excited! It's great! I wish I could keep it in me all the time, forever and ever, over and over. I'd fuck us to death, I guess." She giggled hysterically.
"I like it too," George said. "Let's just keep fucking. Okay?"
She nodded, and tightened and untightened her pussy muscles as she worked on him.
"Oh that little pussy is great," George panted.
"There isn't anything little about you," Karen spoke between bounces.
"I'm just the right size then, huh?" George teased at her, knowing she was just making talk.
"Oh God! George. Yes! Yes! Yes! It's just the right size, even if it is really and truly ripping me apart."
He chuckled and laid his hands in the angles of her upper thighs, his thumbs pressing the forward bulges of her labis. The new pressure inflamed her, and when he worked his thumbs inward to the sides of her clitoris she cried out with the intensity of the pleasure. Her hips flashed back and forth, the small of her bare back began to hurt from the force of undulations. She knew the inner flesh of her thighs were getting raw from friction, and the broken ends of hay stalks were going to leave her legs bloody where they were pricking into her flesh.
"George! George! It's soooo gooooood," she wailed on and on.
George groaned, "Christ yes! I'd think you'd be breaking yourself into the way you're bouncing and jerking."
"I am . . . I am, but it's good, so good!" she replied in a strained voice. She was suddenly aware of the drops of sweat that continued to run down her face onto her naked body and on downward to drop and splatter on George's naked frame under her jerking body.
"Better let me take a turn," George said, and without awaiting her consent, he tilted her sideways. Rolling over with her, his cock remained deeply buried in her cunt, and she felt the cringing flesh of her back crushing brittle stems of hay. The alfalfa sweetness swirled around her head, and she lost herself momentarily in the heady scent that surrounded her.
George elevated her knees and spread them. Willing, she drew them up along his broad chest, tingling with delight at the new depths his cock plunged to. He got his arms behind her calves and pushed her feet over her head, then relaxed his force, so that her ankles lodged on his shoulders.
Karen gasped as he began to fuck. His ass rose and fell, his groin slamming against her upturned cunt with every stroke and his cock blasting the length of her vaginal barrel like a great hot piston.
She grunted involuntarily with each blow. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" George seemed to drive her into the hay with his violent thrusts, and the hay seemed to spring back to position for each new stroke that followed. On his backstrokes, she felt the bulk of his cockhead withdraw along her sore passage to the tightness of her cuntmouth, and on the forward plunges, he plowed to the upper regions of her belly. He fucked with a brutal urgency that gave her an uneasy feeling of lost identity. She felt as if she had become a faceless, nameless, fur-ringed cunt for him to release his tensions into.
"Good!" George asked.
"Oh yes, George. Good! Good!"
The elating sensation was a frightening one, but it thrilled her at the same time. She enjoyed the unaccustomed role of being used this way, and her utter feeling of helplessness. As if reading her confused thoughts, George seized her wrists and pinned them over her head, pressing them deeply into the hay while his cock pounded harder into her.
Leaning far over her while he fucked, his weight on her extended legs raised her ass and threw her own weight on her shoulders and upper back. Her hips had no restraints to prevent full, savage rotary undulation. She twisted them and thrust with primitive abandon at his groin, feeling as if she were pivoting on the great cock that impaled her. George's hot cock pinned her, speared through her cunt mouth and thrust rudely through each part of her.
The orgasm that had been just below the surface ever since she had first climbed on top of him was on her before she realized what had hit. Her belly knotted for an instant - a glorious, breath-stopping convulsion that paralyzed her and filled her with a sense of impending violence - then broke into powerful, rhythmic contractions that seemed to crush George's cock in waves of milking action. An overpowering tremor seized her. She flung her head backward into the yielding hay and tensed her legs to force her cunt tightly against George's groin.
"Christ!" George yelled, the sound exploding from him unexpectedly. "You got a vise, not a cunt! Ease off, dammit, you're cutting my cock in half."
He blasted against her distended pussy, grinding the base of his cock into the puffy mounds of her labis and trapping her clitoris between his pelvic arch and hers.
Karen couldn't distinguish between his explosive grunts and her own gasping moans and groans. She realized vaguely that he was caught in the same tremor that was shaking her. She felt as if the entire barn was in the throes of an earthquake. The tension that had mounted so high drained away, but she still floated somewhere in the depths of a sea of ecstasy that she wanted never to lose. She alternatively tensed and relaxed, magnifying her orgasmic contractions and forcing them to expand to include her entire body.
"God! God! God!" she wailed, screaming out over and over, her sound echoing through the barn.
"Hmmmmmmmmmmm," George groaned as he expelled his semen in a maddening gush into the hot box clutching his cock so tightly.
Each time a new spurt would drive into Karen, she screamed and jerked.
It felt as though it was raining come, yet with cyclonic force. As she jerked and bolted she almost blacked out, then she felt her spasms subsiding. In a fog of overstressed senses, she let herself slip away from the dizzying peak of excitement she had mounted. For the first time, she became aware of the pooled heat in her belly, where George's semen had collected, and of the rapid softening of his buried cock. She expelled her breath in a long, tremulous sigh and gazed at the rugged face of the man above her.
"My God, George," she rasped. "What did you do to me? I almost went wild."
"Hard to beat that kind of show, right?"
"Wow! Yes, oh God yes!"
"You really like it, don't you?"
"Yes, George. I do. And I hope it won't be our last fucking either. You have a lot to teach me."
"Yeah," George nodded. "I guess I do."
Chapter 6
Since they were now too exhausted to think about riding, George drove back to the house.
Once there they showered together. As the warm water rained down on them, the two soaped each other; each sweep of the hands brought moans of excitement to their lips. They held each other close and kissed, tongue probing. When they thought they could stand it no longer, they got out of the shower and toweled each other. Back in the bedroom they stretched out on the bed. George leaned over and placed a kiss on each of Karen's nipples. Karen began to breathe faster and before she realized what she was saying, said, "Suck it, George. I need it again."
Mouth open wide, George applied it to the mound of flesh, his tongue flicking against the nipple, sucking vigorously. He sucked and chewed on Karen's breast for a minute or so longer, then he lowered himself, kissing Karen's body, her flat belly and the insides of her thighs. George placed one long kiss on Karen's pussy, letting his tongue, for just a brief moment, dart into the jungle of pubic hair. Now George was back up even with Karen's head and began kissing her lips. Karen felt her lower belly jumping with desire, as George's hand caressed the smooth stomach warmly, then he let his fingers slide lower, tangling in the silken mound there.
One of his fingers touched the top of Karen's cleft and made her moan and shake. Her legs spread apart voluntarily, as if begging for the touch hovering over the steaming well. The aroma of the honeyed pussy drifted up between them making Karen dizzy with the knowledge that she was eager for George's big cock again, that she was wide open and ready.
George's finger slipped over the throbbing nub of Karen's most sensitive region and came back up, lifting the tip of the quivering clitoris, making it swell and stretch.
"Ooooooh, George!" Karen moaned ecstatically, shivering again, feeling the tips of her breasts swell outward as if ready to burst and emit a new sexual fluid from its pores.
"That's it," George said softly. "Enjoy it. I'll make it good for you. I'll help you. I want to, oh how I want to." His palm cupped the twat and pressed inward, making the flesh of Karen's labia roll under his fingers.
"Ohhhh," Karen moaned again.
George's finger found the slitted cleft and wormed inside, so that the length of his manual digit lay along Karen's hot gap. Karen felt her lips softly enfolding the rodlike appendage, and she drew closer to the burning flesh around the mouth of her moist tunnel.
Karen spread her thighs more, opening herself for George's exploration. George slid his fingers down, working all the way to her tiny puckered anus, then back up. Now he felt the curving arch of Karen's pubic bone under his palm. He pressed his whole hand down on Karen's cunt and felt her respond by pushing her hips upward. Karen's pussy was hot and sticky, and George knew that her juices were flowing freely and easy, making her ready for his cock. He wondered if he would be ready for her.
Now he worked his hand back into Karen's wet, hot crotch. This time he slid one finger between the lips, and pressed it into her cunt.
Her moist channel felt scalding hot and sticky and slimy with juices. George drove his long finger deeper into her and felt Karen's hips surge upward.
"You're plenty worked up, aren't you, sweetheart?" George asked.
"Yesss, George. You make me feel like I'm on fire. Oh I need you so much."
"What do you need?" he asked, teasing.
"You know what I need."
"My tongue?"
"No, that's not big enough. I need something else."
"Tell me."
"I need your big cock. Your hard throbbing cock. I want to feel it fill me."
"Well, my big fat cock is right this minute lying limply in its nesting place. You might have to do some work on it."
"Work?"
"Yep. You might just have to give it some tender loving care."
"But, but . . . how?"
"Just play with it awhile and maybe you'll catch on and do your own thing with it."
Karen raised up and stared at him. She didn't really understand what he was getting at. But, she crawled to her knees and sat up beside his nude body. She studied his body a moment, then with a finger and a thumb she picked up his limp cock and studied it. "It is sort of small." She fingered it a few moments and felt it stir a few times. "I think it just needs working up some," she said.
"Yep, I know it does. It wants you to put your mouth around it and suck it to hardness."
"My mouth!" She was momentarily stunned. Then a lascivious lust filled her eyes.
George nodded. "Uh, yeah. Suck it."
Karen's fingers were trembling, she narrowed her eyes, looking hungrily down at the soft cock, and started stroking it softly as her own body was suddenly enveloped in the wanton flames of desire.
"Oh, George," she breathed, then bent her head swiftly down. Karen stifled a moan, and a little quiver of passion darted through her aching loins as she parted her lips to close them over the softness of his cock, as George squirmed under her. She felt George tremble more when she made first contact, his movements answering her own growing excitement, and she swirled her tongue eagerly around the half-hard shaft of flesh before she let it slip from her mouth.
"Do you think this will work?" she asked George.
"I know it will," he answered. "Start sucking on it and you can feel it grow in your mouth."
"It's not too bad," Karen said, as she took another suck. She held it at its base now, licking the darker head, like she would an ice cream cone. "It doesn't taste bad at all either," she said between licks.
"Then suck it for heaven's sakes," George urged. "I want to get it up so I can fuck you."
Now it was hard. The combination of her words, her licks and his lack of patience had done the trick. His buttocks jerked in a spasm of excitement as Karen's tongue swirled and twirled around the desire- swollen shaft of his giant penis, then she found the tiny opening of the glans at the top and flicked up a little tangy tasting droplets of oozing seminal fluid. George moaned out his ecstasy and anticipation as he watched Karen's long blond hair cascade over his loins, then reached suddenly down to run his fingers into her hair and force her face closer to his thighs. He forced her to again take the shaft of his cock in her mouth and lunged his hips up at the same time to drive it deeper into the warm, wet cavern between her lips.
"That's the way, honey," he egged her on. "Now you're doing it like a pro."
For a moment Karen thought she would choke as the rigid rod of solid male flesh brushed almost to the back of her throat. She gasped for breath, reveling in her wanton masochistic pleasure, enjoying all the suffering and humiliation the suddenly aggressive George was subjecting her to. She began to suck more eagerly, her moist lips ovaled, her cheeks, hollowing and expanding, and she was rewarded only by a further arching upward of George's hips, and even harder thrust of his palpitating cock deeper and deeper into the welcoming hunger of her mouth.
Karen could feel his throbbing reaction and began to suck his long hard prick more voraciously, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving small white trails where they had scraped the blood from beneath the surface of the loose skin.
She shifted her position over his thighs without disengaging her mouth from his prick and kneeled on all fours between his open legs. She reached under his buttocks and cupped them in her palm as he had once done her, pulling his loins up tighter to her face.
Her tongue swiped around and around the heavily throbbing head furiously until George called out to her, "You're about to suck it loose from the roots."
"You want me to ease up," she said, lifting her mouth free of his love pole.
"No," he said, his voice sounding hoarse.
She continued and his groans of pleasure were echoed by her mewls, Karen knew that George liked what she was doing to him. But she felt she had to have something more. This was all so new to her. She admitted to herself that she was getting hot just by what she was doing, that it was really building her up, but she doubted that she could be satisfied herself, without George doing something to her. Yes, she made up her mind, she definitely had to have something else until the fire in her loins was unquenched. It was not even being fought. She had to have contact from him on her own genitals as she sucked him. She had to have his fingers on her clitoris and pussy.
Still sucking in wild abandon, Karen twisted her body back around until her voluptuous asscheeks were pointed toward his head. She reached and took one of his hands and guided it urgently to her own genitals as she sucked him. She had to have his fingers on her clitoris and deep into her pussy, she just had to!
When she felt George's finger in place she started sucking more voraciously, completely lost in the act she was performing for the first time, reveling in the forbidden taste of her father-in-law's cock. His rock-hard buttocks twisted and rolled on the bed as the intensity of her sucking increased. She began to nibble with her sharp teeth at the head and sensitive underside, nipping eagerly at it, wanting him to fill her mouth, wanting to taste his hot seed as it spurted into her mouth, filling the warm cavern to the brim. Her own loins were throbbing with increasing tension as her impending orgasm built higher and higher, wanting to climax too, but she wanted to come at the same time George did, and she wasn't experienced enough to predict his eruption.
Sucking him faster and more wildly, Karen churned her hips madly as she strained down on his lap. Her eyes were wide open, drinking in the sight of his naked, lewd loins. Her head flashed up and down with frenzied speed, like some great soft-suction piston, taking all of his long hard cock into her moistly heated mouth even though she would have at first deemed such a feat impossible. Karen's lips and nose were pressed against the wiry bristles of her father-in-law's thick pubic hair on the downstroke of her head, and she could smell the male aroma of his genitals wafting into her nostrils, spurring her on even faster.
Another racking shudder passed through Karen's body at the shame and degradation she was being subjected to. She wondered if anything could ever be more depraved than what she was doing now, but she sucked even more greedily at George's pulsing penis, swirling her tongue again and again around its hot, thick length. Then she felt his finger begin to tease at the tiny bud of her clitoris, coaxing it to quick rigidity so it quivered with need under his obscenely stroking fingers to send new thrills of delight streaking through her lustfully excited body.
Now completely lost in her passion, Karen swayed wildly on the bed, her buttocks quivering, her whole body moving as her face met the lunging man's cock plunging up into her mouth. She felt his fingers tease more eagerly at the small, lust-wet opening between her thighs, parting the lips as he began to ease up into her sensitive cuntal orifice and match her sucking movements with a deep sawing in and out between the clasping hair lined lips.
Karen squirmed back and forth on his invading finger as the licking flames in her loins burned hotter. Her lust-filled body ached and tingled with desire, her blood seethed and boiled as the older man's response to her continued masochistic sucking further increased. And she began to long for the imminent moment when the manipulations of her hot mouth on his cock would become more than he could resist, when the gate on his desire would break open and he would lose the last remnants of control, and his hot sperm-filled semen would spurt forth to fulfill her most depraved and secret longings.
The lewdly undulating mouth sucked voraciously, wantonly, oblivious to all else except the cock that filled it. Her own warm vaginal secretions were beginning to seep down around her lover's rapidly pistoning finger as she approached her own inevitable climax. She increased the gyrations of her lurching buttocks, working back and forth on her father-in-law's violating finger until she knew she could not contain her joy, knew she would have an orgasm within seconds.
And with this realization, Karen encircled her lips even more tightly around George's throbbing hard cockshaft. Then she felt a ripple of sheer ecstasy shoot through her body.
George jammed his hips upward, burying his massively jerking cock deep in Karen's soft throat, while she moaned ecstatically. The hot thrusts of his semen which spurted from the opening in his cockhead inundated the back of her mouth as it geysered madly from his frantically pulsating penis. Her throat tightened and untightened as torrent after torrent of his burning fluid gushed forth, and she swallowed desperately to keep from choking on the frothing hot liquid, her cheeks bloating and hollowing as the cavern of her mouth filled with his come and emptied again and again.
Karen's own orgasm struck then, brought about and triggered by the act she was performing on her father-in-law. Wild, rapturous release took hold of her, ten times as great as any other she had had. She gurgled and squealed around her lover's still ejaculating cock as she continued to swallow his seemingly never-ending flow of hot semen, trying not to lose a single droplet of the precious seed. She reached a height so dizzying, a pinnacle of pleasure so great, that her mind threatened to burst from the sheer pleasure of it.
Finally, moments later, her father-in-law's great pulsing cock deflating in her gently nibbling mouth, the lovely Karen lifted her head, letting the pleasure-giving instrument slide wetly from between her semen-smeared lips. It trailed a thin band of seed between her mouth and his cock-head. George leaned back on the bed, totally satiated after the excruciating bliss he had just experienced from his daughter-in-law's soft warm mouth on his penis. He was unable to think, unable to do anything in the aftermath of such great delight.
Karen leaned over and kissed him gently, tenderly, lovingly on the lips, hugging him fiercely. And when, after a long moment, her handsome lover's arms reached out and drew her into the warm circle of his warmth and held her tightly, Karen felt contented.
When they had rested for a while George told her, "I think it's a little late for us to do the shopping I've planned. So why don't you rest up, then early tomorrow we buy some of the things I've been talking about."
Karen felt too beat to even discuss it, but the thought was exciting regardless. She looked forward to what might be in the future for her.
George was a man of his word. After Jerry had left for the store the following morning, George and Karen drove into town.
"I only know one store in town that carries the things I want for you. The lady who runs the place is a friend of mine and I know she'll help us out."
"She surely knows what we want the clothes for?" Karen spoke.
"Sure she will, but like I said, she's a friend of mine, and she knows the score. So, don't worry your pretty head off about it."
Karen liked Maude Springer the minute the older woman walked over to her, after George's introduction, and put her arms around Karen.
"Honey, you're the nicest thing that's happened to George in a long time. Hope you and Jerry are the happiest couple in town."
"I, uh . . ." Karen was too embarrassed to speak.
"That's our problem," George spoke for the blushing girl. "She needs some exciting things to help Jerry get it up."
"Oh," Maude commented. "A little problem in the family. No need to worry. I'm a specialist in this sort of thing," Maude said to the still red-flushed Karen. "People have been coming to me in secret for years. Hell, I should have hung out a shingle with all the good luck I've had in solving sex problems." She smiled and her face was so open and friendly that Karen felt herself smiling in return.
The next two hours was a period of dizzying experience for Karen. Maude brought out items of wear that Karen hadn't thought existed. Black and white panties, lacy see-through, garter belts that looked enticing even before they were worn, half-bras, full bras so lacy they hid nothing, high heels, black sheer nylon stockings, a skin tight body shirt that came apart at the crotch merely by touching, and several other equally sexually enticing garments that should never be worn outside the bedroom.
When Maude felt they had everything they needed, she wrapped the items and said, "There isn't a man living that won't get charged up when he sees you in these, honey."
"I hope so," Karen managed to say, still a bit shy over the forwardness of this woman.
"And," Maude said as they were leaving, "I want you to come over and have a drink with me some afternoon. I'm closed on Wednesdays and I do my socializing then."
"Well, I . . ." Karen began.
George finished the sentence for her, "She'll be happy to, Maude, anytime."
Outside the store, George said, "Maude's a good teacher too. There's a lot of things a man can't teach, you know. So, maybe Maude can show you a few things."
Back at the house, George announced, "You go and try some of these garments on. I'm going to mix me a drink and relax. Wow, my young daughter-in-law, you certainly have taken a lot out of me today, yesterday and . . . well, anyway," he grinned, "I'm not used to so much teaching."
"You mean," Karen said, teasing him, "you can't get it up. You're about as bad off as your son." She marched toward her room, saying over her shoulder, "I might rape you after a while."
George grinned at her bouncing rear end and said, "A man can't be raped by a woman, and you remember that. He has to be enticed."
"Then I'll entice you."
George stood for a long time watching the closed door of her room before he turned to the bar to mix a strong drink.
Inside her bedroom Karen took her new undergarments and laid them on the bed. She looked over the sexy items one by one and decided to wear the garterbelt first. When she stripped herself bare she picked up the flimsy white panties first and pulled them up over her full hips. The crotch of the panties was of a tight lacy fabric that revealed more than it concealed. By bending slightly she could see her pussy hair pushing through the openings of the crotch. Shivering slightly at the erotic sight of herself, she pulled on the black garter belt. When it lay snuggly in place over her white panties, where the straps hung down, Karen could see the effect it would have when the long thin black nylons were attached. God, if it did this to her, she wondered what the effect would be on a man. Did I say a man? she asked herself. I mean my husband.
Yes, wasn't this all to do with Jerry's inability to have an erection?
Now she sat on the bed and pulled the thin stockings up over her leg, liking the way the material clung to her, giving each part of her leg a definite emphasis. When she had both stockings on, she stood and hooked the tops onto the snaps that hung from her garterbelt. She whirled about studying her figure in the bedroom mirror. Stunning! she thought. Exciting!
She picked up the black bra next and hooked it in position, when she stuffed her tits into the cups she realized that her nipples would pop loose from the binding if she took a deep breath. She couldn't believe it, turning now and studying herself with complete admiration. First one nipple peeked above its restraint, then the other. What an effect it would have on men, she decided, then caught herself. There it goes, "men" again.
Deciding not to concern herself right at this point, she slipped into the high spiked heels. How tall she looked. Standing in the heels she felt as if she were on her tiptoes, and the strain on her calves emphasized the sensuousness of her legs. She liked what she saw. George had to see this, she decided.
She checked herself in the mirror one more time, her eyes roving over the reflection of her form, flicking up and down her smooth sexy legs, tracing the flaring curve of her firm asscheeks inside the garterbelt- encased material. She could see the way the skimpy material of her panties bunched at the little shelf where her round buttocks tucked under and joined the tops of her black-nylon encased thighs. And she could see the way the panties dipped into the deep cleft between the fresh, saucy globes of ass.
As if taunting herself with her own wickedness, Karen turned her hips slightly until she saw the curving apex of her cunt. The white panties peaking out below the black garterbelt were nearly black in a wide oval splotch right over her twat. She saw the thin material clinging wetly to her puffy cuntlips. There was a fine line running up the center of the wet patch where the nylon had dipped between the lips and exposed her slit. A few golden curls peeped out from under the leg bands of her panties and through the material itself and glistened damply in the light of the room.
Karen gasped at her reflection and then forced herself to hold still under her scrutiny. Her pelvis involuntarily made a forward motion and her thighs turned outward slightly in open invitation to a closer inspection.
All Karen could see was her pussy being stuffed full of George's heavy cock. She had to get to him now.
She grabbed at the flimsy black negligee and slipped it over her sensual half-nakedness and hurried to the living room and George.
He had just started to lift his drink to his lips when she entered the room. For a moment he looked stunned, the drink tipped and a few drops spilled out and hit his leg, but he didn't move.
"My God!" he shook his head, "Karen, you're a new woman. A delightful, exotic, mysterious, sensuous creature, just made for loving. If this doesn't drive Jerry-boy up the wall, then nothing will. Maude sure knew what to do."
He continued shaking his head as Karen paraded in front of the couch on which he sat. She walked slowly, letting her hips bounce from one side to the other and she stepped in the high heels, then she whirled about, pulled back the thin negligee and put both her hands on her hips, throwing her pelvis forward. She stuck out her lower lip, giving her facial expression that of a pout. When she lowered her eyelids seductively, she studied George's reaction. Even right now, shortly after George had said he didn't think he could get a hard cock again, Karen noticed the stirring under the material of his trousers. His cock was rising, and it was her, Karen, who had caused it. She felt a sense of respective flooding her. Yes, she could have any man she wanted, and right at this moment, she felt like she wanted them all.
Droplets of warm lubricant began to flow from the sensitive walls of Karen's eagerly excited young cunt, moistening her petal-like pussy lips, her fleecy natural blonde pubic hair, and the crotch head of her white panties under the black garterbelt. She opened and closed her thighs spasmodically, and the nipples of her firm, full breasts hardened like granite chips under her sex bra. This was the most enticing feeling she had ever experienced and it was sending the juices of her insatiable passion - already aroused from just looking at herself in the mirror - raging out of control. Never had she been this horny! She was half out of her mind with an implacably churning desire!
Karen walked up to where George was sitting on the couch. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. The low couch left his head about even with Karen's overheated snatch. She moved closer and churned her pelvic mound in his face. George rubbed his nose in the moist groove of the panties where they were tucked into her heated slit. Up and down his nose went as if it were a small cock probing away trying to find the entrance of her love channel.
Oh God, Karen said to herself, she wanted a hot pulsating cock inside her, that's what she wanted. She watched George's movements, hoping his cock was now rigidly hard. She knew the effect she had on him, the powers of her sensual persuasion, and she wanted him to fuck her right here, right now. But would he want to? He hadn't moved, he was still rubbing his nose in her twat, but he was breathing faster and his eyes were all glassy.
Karen thrust her ripe young body hard against his face, and rubbed her hot twat up and down his nose, undulating the hot secreting pussy against him. She reached and took his ear and pulled him to his feet. Then her right hand was gliding down to cup and gently stroke his pants-encased erection, while at the same time she stuck her wet little tongue maddeningly inside his ear.
"I want to be fucked."
"Yes," he whispered. "Yes. I'm going to fuck you in just a little while."
George moaned softly as she held tightly to his eagerly throbbing cock and balls, stroking them, flicking her tongue into his ear until he was quivering with excitement.
Oh God, Karen wanted to feel that cock of his in her. She knew the effect she had on him, the powers of her persuasion, and she wanted him to fuck her right here, right now.
Karen let her eyes drift down to the front of his trousers, and exultancy swept through her. She pulled him to his feet and felt the hardness of his cock when it pressed into her garterbelt-clad pelvis.
She had to take full advantage of the situation. She had to control the situation, fuck him on the spot, make him fuck her on the spot. She thrust her ripe young body hard against his, rubbing her tautly firm breast up and down his arm and undulating her hot secreting pussy against his thigh. George moaned softly. Karen held tightly to his eagerly throbbing cock and balls, stroking them, flicking her tongue into his ear until he was quivering with excitement.
"Let's fuck, George. You and I, right now," she moaned. "I can feel you inside my pussy, fucking deep and hard. Oh I can feel it so and I want it."
A low, tortured sound was wrenched from the lust-incited father-in-law. Karen knew that she had won. She whispered excitedly, "I'm going to take your cock out now, George. I'm going to take it and hold it in my hand, then I'm going to make you naked and me naked, and we're going to fuck."
George just stood there while the panting Karen unfastened his belt, pulled his trousers and undershorts down, and began to stroke his nakedly swollen cock. Her little finger was extended downward to tantalize the burgeoning sac of his sperm-filled balls. Then she was pulling her bra down with her free hand.
When she worked it down and loose, it fell to her hips. She pulled at it with her hand until she had it over her hips and on the floor. Now she pressed her twin mounds of warm flesh against George's bare arm, rolling the nipples back and forth through the thick hair of his forearm, reveling in the feeling that lewd motion generated inside her tautly rippling belly and cunt, then she began kissing him on the neck and throat with her hotly moistened lips as she continued to fondle and caress his long hard cock and aching balls.
Gingerly turning her sensual little body just enough so that his massively pulsating cock was jutting toward her, Karen began rubbing his swollen heavy shaft up and down her warmly secreting crotch. She pulled at the side of her panty leg and bared the moist slit that ached there. She guided George's swollen prick slowly, maddeningly, through the wet, platinum-colored pubic fleece, causing both of them to moan softly with an obscenely spiraling delight. Against his ear she whispered, "I want you to fuck me now, George. Now! I'll lean forward against the couch arm and you get behind me and put your big, hard cock in my pussy! Fuck me good and hard from behind. Hurry, honey, hurry and fuck me good, pleaseeee!"
Karen broke away from him momentarily, leaning forward with her hands braced against the couch. She reached behind her and pulled at the material of her panties, making a bare area in her crack so that her cuntal passage was open and in full view. Then she arched her back downward, lifting her obscenely naked pussy up to George, wiggling the voluptuous asscheeks at him. Wiggling lewdly, Karen parted her legs wide so that George could see what was awaiting him.
She reached back again, when George moved into position, and found his hotly throbbing hardness, grasped it tightly, then guided it to her backside, moving the moistly lubricated head over each of her quivering asscheeks in movements that caused the fires of her passion to immediately spiral almost to the pinnacle of release.
George was totally enslaved by lust now, no longer able to control himself or his emotions. Karen's fingers were like firebrands on his long thick, eager penis, guiding the pulsing cockhead across her quivering panty-clad, feathery soft buttocks. Her impatient strokes and caresses, combined with the intensity of the erotic sight of her garterbelt and black nylons, made the pressure in George's come-bloated balls almost excruciating. He had to have release, he had to fuck Karen right now.
Karen was breathing so harshly now that the sound filled the room. She couldn't control her gasping, consumed totally by the powerful emotions seething through her vibrant young flesh.
Karen couldn't wait any longer. She guided George's virilely heated cock, filled with the swirling blood and hot semen near-ready to erupt, over the quivering nether ring of her anus, causing her to jerk spasmodically. Then she brought the thick shaft head down into the warm wet furrow between her wide-splayed legs. She teased the hard rubbery tip up and down the moistened cleft, over her aching little clitoris, through the fiery pink folds of her cuntal lips. Finally, with a low groan of intense hunger, she worked the blood-engorged knob of his wild-pulsing cock into her impatiently trembling pussy.
The pressure in George's balls climbed and soared, and the velvety lewdly squirming buttocks of Karen spread before him was an invitation that he was unable to resist. He leaned forward, not taking his eyes off her squirming ass, ran his hands up and down Karen's silken sides in spasmodic caresses while the full girth of his massively swollen cockhead slipped into the tight little cunt of the blonde daughter-in- law. Her wetly clasping passage around his hardness was soft, as soft and warm as flowing molasses inundating his throbbing manhood.
George suddenly levered forward, out of control with desire, and the full length and girth of his heaving hard cock flashed through the moistly clutching walls of Karen's cunt, filling her, before slipping off her cervix and coming to rest - hot and hard and pulsating deep in her belly. Karen felt a maddening ecstasy as she began to roll and fling her nakedly rounded buttocks back against his thick invading member, thinking mindlessly. It's never been this good, never, never!
She moaned excitedly as her handsome father-in-law's profusely sweating loins slapped against her undulating, upthrust little buttocks - and all of his great long rod lay buried in the warmly wet sheath of her pussy, and then he was fucking into her in superb strokes that caused her whole body to vibrate with desire. The warmly moistened walls of her tight young cunt clasped his thickness like a soft fist, and George groaned deep in his throat as he withdrew until only the lust-swollen head of his shaft lay within the fire-hot wetness of her channel. He stared down for a moment at his moistly glistening shaft, slick with her lubrication, before returning his passion-glazed eyes to the beautiful naked back that shivered in front of him.
George's muscular hips drove forward with ever-increasing speed, his hands kneading and squeezing the pliant warmth of her buttocks, as his long hard cock rammed up into her now-widened cuntal tunnel. The passage accepted it eagerly, and Karen rolled and twisted her hips back against his bucking loins as delicious waves of erotic pleasure surged through her trembling young body - a pleasure that was increasing by the moment. Then George leaned forward, resting his head on her warmly naked spine and kissed the soft platinum blonde strands of her hair as his hands slid under her twisting form to cup and caress the dancing globes of her full breasts. Karen moaned softly, then took one of his hands and slid it down over her sweat-streaked stomach to the wet pubic hair at the base of her stomach. His hand eased under the flimsy covering and covered the hair-lined pussy. Now Karen began to move his hand up and down there extending his middle finger for him so that it parted her swollen cuntal lips and moved back and forth over her erectly throbbing clitoris as his virile heavy cock fucked in and out of her wetly throbbing cunt just below. It wouldn't be long now, Karen knew. It wouldn't be much longer at all before he would shoot his wad, and she would climax, and the two would meet at the exact same time. Karen's vagina was dilating in time to the rhythmic hammering of the long hard penis, and the tiny contracting muscles of her pussy nibbled hungrily, with velvet teeth at the inflated head of his cock. The passion-swollen lips between her narrow hair-lined slit pulled tantalizingly away, sliding mostly down his thickened rod for several inches, before slowly nibbling back up as she buffered her wet blonde pubic hair tightly against his own bristling growth . . . embedding the full throbbing length of him deep into her soft warm recesses.
Karen groaned in sexual-delirium in front of his pumping body, and George could feel his wildly pulsating cock suddenly growing and expanding inside her until it felt as though it were going to burst from the violent maelstrom of lust churning in his scrotum. He had to come soon, he had to, he had to . . . And he wanted her to come too, to come with him so that they both would feel the other's release. He began fucking into her still harder, and she gripped him tight with her imprisoning pussy, opening and closing it around him in time to his long hard thrusts. He knew that she was fast approaching her orgasm even without her moaning confirmation, and it made him feel exultant and masculine to know that it was he, George Lind, who was bringing his own daughter-in-law to the pinnacle!
The pressure was driving Karen insane! She buffeted madly back against George's powerful body, and her own naked flesh vibrated with growing, pinwheeling heat as she sought to achieve her orgasm from the great thick rod filling her eagerly twitching cunt below and from his outstretched middle finger sliding so masterfully over her tingling little clitoris.
Then, without warning, she climaxed!
Great flashes of light burst in back of her eyes, and acute pleasure consumed every trembling fiber of her insatiable, enticing being. Ohhhhhh, this is the best, the best fuck I've ever had! her mind chanted as her violently rippling orgasm surged through her. The best fuck, the best come, the best, best, best. . .!
Behind her, his eyes glazed with lust, his loins bucking and twisting against Karen's wantonly upturned asscheeks, George watched her squirming, climaxing bottom wiggle and tremble. He drove into Karen's convulsing, climaxing cunt with long, looping strokes that seemed to receive power from the tips of his toes, his sperm-bloated balls slamming hard into her sweating, secreting crevice below. Then, as Karen's hot flowing juices consumed his penis orgiastically, bathing it with fiery liquid, George's own balls erupted like a volcano.
Guttural sounds burst from his throat, comingling with the moans from Karen's and the gasps of delight from his own stomach. Great torrents of his whitely bubbling seed spilled into the lovely blonde Karen's tightly clasping pussy. He kneaded her full, firm breasts convulsively with both hands now, having abandoned her pulsating little clitoris for the warm swaying mounds, and his cock spasmed crazily in the moist softness of her cunt. His heated white come filled her, overflowed from her, causing tears of rapture and delight to flood from Karen's eyes as his juices mixed with hers deep up in her quivering young belly.
Then George's long hard thick shaft gave one last spurt of liquid and the erectly jerking cudgel gradually was transformed into a soft caricature of its former self, popping free from Karen's tight young cunt.
Karen straightened up, sighing, and pressed her nakedly sweating flesh to his. She whispered, "Oh, George honey, that was truly and really the wildest ever! I've never been fucked so good by you. You're the best, the very, very best!"
George merely wheeled about and sat back heavily on the couch, sticking his legs straight out and gasping for breath. His limp cock still remained free of his trousers. While George rested, Karen went to her room and showered. She lay the garterbelt and the white semen-stained panties on the bed, and looking at them she breathed in deeply and sighed. Wow! They had turned George on, maybe they'd do the same for Jerry. She hoped so. If she could make him into half the lover that George was, then she would be content. She would have a good lover at night and then when Jerry left for work, she would have her teacher, George, to continue his classroom work with her.
After she showered, she stretched out on the bed. The events of the day returned vividly to her mind. She dwelled for a moment on the frenzy of passion which had been generated between her and her father-in-law, the pleasure they had taken and given in and with one another's bodies. Dear God, but he was a fine, handsome, virile man! Karen had never known what lovemaking - real lovemaking - could be like, and her sex- starved body and mind had reveled in the deliciously fevered flesh of her father-in-law. He was truly a magnificent lover.
Did the coupling with George have any meaning in terms of a long- lasting relationship? These questions kept popping up in her frenzied mind. Did George love her spiritually, in some way, or was he too much of a hedonistic widower to feel anything except a physical, superficial craving? How did George really feel about her? And conversely, how did she really feel about him? And what if Jerry, her young and handsome husband, should find out what his father and his wife had done behind his back. How would he feel about them joining in an abandonedly intimate relationship?
Karen's mind was filled with these questions, and more, but there were no immediate answers to any of them. She had found complete satisfaction with him, but her apparent reason was so that she could help her husband solve his own sexual problems. She was fucking and sucking, and she used these lewd words in her thoughts now as if they were something she had been familiar with for her entire life, yet it was only in the past few days that she had been able to force her mouth to form the words and speak them aloud in the presence of someone else.
Sighing, Karen slipped out of the cool bed and padded nakedly across the bedroom. Her taut, firmly rounded buttocks jiggled with unaffected sensuality as she moved, and her still-firm, high breasts swayed gently. From one of her new clothing boxes, she pulled out a thin, short black slip. She pulled the black nylons back on her legs, slipped into the garterbelt, snapped her stockings to the buttons and left her panties off. She didn't even bother with a bra. Slipping the short slip over her head, she wiggled into it then pulled an equally thin, black negligee over her provocative near-nudeness.
Out in the kitchen, she mixed herself and George a stiff drink and brought it to him. When she walked in front of him, he whistled through his teeth at her.
"Man! Karen. Here I am exhausted from being overfucked and here you are bright, chipper, full of life, as if you've been sleeping all day. How the hell do you do it?"
"Oh, George," she cooed, "you're only teasing me. You are always ready when I need you. Here drink this and it will put your blood to circulating."
"Just what I need." He took the glass and sipped from it.
Karen noticed that his limp cock was still dangling from his open trousers.
"You're lovely, Karen," he said after he had taken a long sip from his glass.
Her cheeks colored with a faint tinge of pink. She was not used to compliments.
"No, no," she said. "No, I'm not. I'm . . . a wanton, George, and I hardly feel pretty at all."
His handsome face sobered. "Are you sorry about what we've been doing. Are you sorry I taught you how to enjoy a good fuck?"
"I . . . I don't know."
"It has been wonderful between us, Karen. You can't deny that."
"No," she said, "no, I can't deny it."
"Are you ready to help Jerry yet?"
"I don't think so. I need a while yet. I think I'm still up tight about it. I don't mean about sex, but I can see myself working on him, getting, or trying to get him all charged up, then when I'm too hot not to go through with it, he'll bomb out and I'll be left with my finger."
"You can always slip out and sneak into my bedroom."
She didn't know whether George was teasing her or not. "Yes, but that's not solving my big problem. I've got to learn to have patience now."
"Yeah," George agreed, nodding. "A lot of it if you want to hang onto Jerry and help him."
"I do, George, but I've got another problem, too. I think I might be in love with you."
George took in an abrupt deep breath. "Well, uh . . . hey, that's very flattering and all . . . but, well shit, Karen, I think it's because I'm the only man who's ever fucked you or given you good release from your sexual hangups." He paused, took another sip of his drink then said, his eyes looking thoughtful, "What you need is to make it with another man. Yeah! That's it, then you can realize that it's not just me, that any man can turn you on and make you go wild with passion."
"But. . ."
"And I know just how to do this."
He got to his feet, and for the first time, he noticed that his limp cock was still hanging freely. "Better put this little bastard back in his cage before he confuses the issue again." He zipped his pants, while Karen giggled.
At the telephone, George dialed a number. When the party answered, George said into the phone, "Maude this is George Lind."
Pause.
"How's it going, still getting a lot on the side?"
Karen giggled again.
"Listen, Maude, do me a favor, will you. I want you to line up a couple of young studs, the kinds who don't talk about it, and then I want you to take Karen under your wing and show her that sex is great when only the physical pleasure is experienced. Follow me?"
Pause.
"Yeah, that's right. She's getting a hangup about me, and we need to solve this so she can start to work on her husband."
Pause.
"Great, Maude. I know you can do it . . . yes, yeah . . . okay, she'll be there."
He replaced the receiver and took Karen into his arms when he walked back to where she was standing. He kissed her deeply and passionately, and Karen returned his kiss, clinging to him, finding comfort in his strong masculine body. Then he stepped back, holding her at arm's length, while he searched her eyes with his own shining gaze.
"You're beautiful, Karen. Really beautiful. Now," he paused, still searching her eyes, "now, you're going to get another lesson in sex. You and Maude Springer are going to spend an evening at her place. Now, I've fucked Maude many times and she never talks about it. Ever since my wife died, Maude and I have been getting together every so often for a little sex. Now she'd never admit it to you, though. Anyway, Maude is having a couple of young kids over and she wants you to join her. A few hijinks or something. Maude will lead the way and you just follow her advice."
"I . . . I," Karen couldn't pull her eyes away from George's intense stare. "I don't know whether or not I could. . . ."
"Certainly, you can and you will. Hell, it'll make the world seem all rosy again and without problems. We can't have you falling in love with a man just because you've fucked him. Now can we?"
"No . . ." she said, "you mean you want me to go over there now. Jerry's almost due home."
"You go to your room, fix yourself up in one of those neat short dresses we got, flimsy panties and whatnot . . . brush your beautiful hair back . . . and let nature take its course."
"What about Jerry?"
"Let me handle him. Hell, I need to have another father-to-son talk with the boy anyway, so we'll need to be alone. Now get along."
Karen turned and George playfully slapped her bouncy rear and she walked toward her room . . . and another lesson in sex.
Chapter 7
When Karen arrived at Maude's, she found that both were dressed almost alike. Maude's short miniskirt with front-button blouse to make her tits readily available was like Karen's own outfit. They both wore long, sheer self-supporting stockings, the tops of which extended to their crotches, over which Karen wore very brief panties, and she imagined Maude was wearing the same. We both think alike, Karen thought, elated.
"The boys will be here in a while," Maude said. "For tke time being, let's remove our panties and drape them over the headrest of the couch. Men always get excited over the sight of panties that have been worn." She laughed. "I had a guy once who offered to buy me a dozen new pair of panties if I'd give him one of mine that I'd been wearing."
"What happened?" Karen asked.
"I modeled all twelve pairs for him. The last pair I squashed up against my wet hot cunt. I tossed them to him and said, 'These are for you.' He grabbed them and buried his face in them. He told me afterward that he carried them with him wherever he went. When he felt himself getting horny, he'd take them out and inhale their cunt fragrance."
Karen looked at her stunned. Sometimes she didn't know whether to believe every word Maude told her or not. The woman talked constantly about sex, but it didn't really bother Karen. She was glad that someone else thought as much about it as she did, but she wasn't the one to talk about it and Maude was. Karen decided she really did like Maude. She liked her as much as she liked George.
At exactly eight there was a knock at the door. "Stay here," Maude said, getting up. "Cross your legs, but show plenty of thigh."
Maude crossed to the door and opened it. The two young men stood outside, trying to control their eager expressions.
"Come in, boys," Maude said matter-of-factly. They entered silently. She led them around in front of the couch and introduced Karen. They both mumbled something and stared avidly at her beautiful legs. Maude sat beside Karen, allowing her skirt to ride up. The young men caught sight of the two pairs of panties spread out on the back of the couch, and goggled.
"Very well, boys, we all know why we're here. We plan to do some fucking, I mean fucking," Maude said in her authoritative voice. "Bill, you come over here and stand in front of me. Dave, you stand in front of Karen." They quickly obeyed. "Now I want both of you to strip for inspection. Quickly now."
In a matter of minutes the two stood in front of the girls. They weye both naked, their iron-hard erections standing straight up and out. They waited eagerly for the next command.
Maude turned to Karen, "Well, what do you think? Are they men enough?
Karen studied the two men silently for a moment. She was wildly excited, wanted to be fucked right away, but Maude had warned her to remain calm. She tried to keep her emotions in check, letting nothing show in her expression. She nodded to Dave. "Come closer." Her heart felt as if it had skipped a beat, and it took all her courage to act so brazenly in front of them. When the men stepped forward she reached up and took hold of Dave's cock, slowly pulling the foreskin back and forth. She shivered lightly, because the feel of the young cock in her hand sent waves of lustful ecstasy coursing through her body. It was bigger than George's cock, she thought. She wanted to compare it to Jerry's but since she still had never caught a glimpse of her husband's cock she couldn't. Now she looked up at the young man, pulling her eyes away from his cock, "Do you like this, Dave?" she asked.
"Uh, yesssss," he hissed through his teeth, as if he were in a state of lustful bliss.
"Do you think I have nice legs?" she teased.
"They're beautiful!" he blurted out.
"Do you think my tits are sexy?"
He gulped and nodded dumbly.
Karen gave his prick a little jerk. "Say it. Put it in words for me."
"I think your tits are the sexiest I've ever seen in my whole life."
"Would you like to have me show you my cunt too?" She held her breath, watching his reaction. Knowing that she would never see the two again, it helped her do the things she knew Maude had meant for her to do.
The poor young man was almost beside himself, now his face wore an agonized look, but his cock was throbbing in Karen's hand. He tried to speak twice before he got the words out.
"Yes. Y-yes. I'd love to have you show me your cunt. Yes. Oh yes, I would love it." His words were almost mechanical.
Karen gave his prick a little squeeze and let go of it. "Very well. You can return to your position."
Dave stepped back. He was breathing like a running horse. His face was covered with perspiration.
Maude, who had been watching the by-play in great excitement, asked, "Man! Karen, tell me, did Dave pass his inspection?"
Karen nodded. "I think Dave will do very well."
"Fine," Maude said. "Now I want to explain that both these boys are cunt-crazy." She seemed to get a perverse pleasure in teasing the boys. She looked at Bill. "Tell me, Bill. Aren't you cunt-crazy?" Her voice was tormenting.
Dave's eyes were glued to Karen's crotch. "I'm crazy about your cunt," he said.
"Not you, Dave . . . you . . . Bill!" She focused her gaze on the blushing boy.
"Me, too, I'm crazy about your cunt."
"Mine or Karen's?" Maude asked.
"Both, uh . . . yours," the excited boy answered, confused.
Dave spoke up, "Karen you're driving me nuts. Show me your cunt. You said you would." He steadied his gaze and added in a higher pitch, "Remember?"
"Yes, I did promise you, but only if you do as Maude tells you," she reminded him.
Maude turned to Karen now and said, "Well, since both boys seem to be crazy about our cunts, I think it's only fair that we let them suck us off, don't you?"
Karen nodded solemnly, even though her pussy was on fire, "That seems fair to me." Karen felt waves of pleasure seep up her stomach. This woman Maude really knew how to build a person up to an erotic peak.
Now Maude was smiling, but there seemed to Karen that there was a coldness in her smile. She said, "Bill, come over here, and kneel between my legs. Dave, you kneel between Karen's."
Both boys leaped forward and assumed positions. Maude asked, "How about you, Karen? Are you ready?"
"I'm ready." And she was. Karen had never felt so ready in all her life. There was something obscene about this ritual that Maude was putting everyone through that aroused her so much. Karen had never fucked this way. When she had during the past week or so, she had always felt shy about it, but this way . . . she hoped the boys wouldn't think too badly of her for the debasement she was putting herself through. This was something entirely new for her now, here with Maude and these two young men.
Now Karen was moving, putting her ass on the edge of the couch, spreading her legs wide and pulling her short skirt far up her thighs. Her cunt was beautifully revealed, gleaming like a golden nugget, waiting for someone to claim it.
Maude was moving into a similar position so her own cunt would be made available for what was to come.
"All right, boys," Maude ordered, "start sucking!" Her voice sounded like a Marine drill instructor, Karen thought.
And instantly Bill dove into Maude's dark bush, lapping her cunt, and sucking with great gusto!
Dave stared at Karen's cunt in wide-eyed appreciation for a moment, then tucked his head between her spread-legs and went to work with his long tongue.
Karen moaned with pleasure as Dave's hot hard tongue found her pussyhole and worked its way inside. She put both her hands on his head and pulled his face up against the moist surface of her hungry cunt.
"Suck it, Dave! Suck my cunt for all you're worth. Drive your tongue in deep!"
Dave, making lovely groaning and moaning sounds, encircled her ass with his arms, and pulled her hot twat even closer. Karen cried out with delight as his tongue found her clit and flicked at it.
"That's wonderful, Dave! Wonderful! Suck it, suck as hard as you can!"
Karen heard beautiful moaning sounds beside her and, glancing in that direction, saw that Maude had both hands on Bill's head, and she was shoving his tongue as far up her cunt as she could get it. Her shapely legs were waving in the air. Maude was practically screaming out with intense pleasure.
Dave now took his hands from around Karen's ass and hooked them under her thighs. Half kneeling, half standing, bracing his feet against the rug, he put her flat on her back on the couch and thrust fiercely at her cunt. Her legs were now almost straight up in the air.
"Suck it!" she screamed. "Suck my cunt, Dave! Eat it! Eat all of it!"
Dave attacked her twat with savage growls. He parted her lips with his mouth and was able to get his tongue a fraction of an inch farther into the hole. This brought a wave of weakness over Karen's body.
Maude suddenly let out a howl of pleasure. "I'm coming!" she screamed. "I'm coming! Work your tongue, Bill! Wow! Man, oh man, do it!"
Bill twisted his head erratically, probing, sucking, and chewing.
Karen felt her own orgasm well up. When it flooded over she gasped with delight. For the moment, her whole world was at the mercy of this boy's tongue. She raged at him to suck her cunt harder. She beat at his head. She threw her arms into the air and shoved her ass at David's face. His tongue was deep inside her now, probing, feeling like a sword of pleasurable flame. She was soaring, then she hit the peak she was searching for, and her outcries became moans, then deep sighs of contentment. And her body went limp with exhaustion, even though it wasn't she who had done all the work.
Beside her on the couch, Maude sighed deeply. She had her fulfillment. She slumped on the couch, a contented smile on her full lips. Both boys sat back, leering at the cunts they had just so successfully sucked. The moisture from the cunts ran down the chins of the two and dribbled off into the soft carpeting of the floor.
After a little while, Maude sighed deeply, sat up and allowed her skirt to cover her thick bush of pubic hair. Karen did likewise. Maude stood up and looked at the desire on the faces of the boys. She smiled, and there was some sadism in the look on her face. "All right, boys," she said, "I want you both to go into the bathroom, wash your faces and rinse out your mouths. Then return to the bedroom and each of you lie down, flat on your backs so that your cocks are pointed straight up in the air. One boy on each of the two beds."
The boys reluctantly left, their cocks still hard.
Karen raised up and said, "They seem in a bad way. We better do something about it." She could feel the lust building up in her body again.
"We can't let them fuck us yet," Maude pointed out. "They'd come after about two strokes." She picked up her panties, turned to Karen and said, "Let's put them back on. I have an idea."
Karen began stepping back into her panties. "What's next? What do you have in mind? I'm still horny as hell, although I must give David credit for doing a wonderful head job on me."
"We'll do just as we planned," Maude said. "We'll tease them by letting them watch us undress each other. Then we'll jack and suck them off. After that we'll rest a while and then begin fucking. Maybe we'll even have a daisy chain."
Karen's eyes were bright with anticipation even though she didn't know what a daisy chain was. She nodded her head in agreement. Anything that was different had to be exciting, she just knew it.
When the girls entered the bedroom, the boys had assumed the positions that Maude had ordered. Each was on a bed on his back with his prick pointed toward the ceiling. The girls walked to a position in front of the dressing table.
"Now, boys," Maude began, as if she were lecturing to a platoon of recruits, "would you like to watch us undress each other? Would you?"
Both boys nodded. Bill said, "Maude, I'm so hot now that if you don't do something about it, I'll come just by watching you." There was a pleading note in his voice. Karen felt empathy for him.
"You'll do no such thing," You just control yourself until Karen and I get ready to take care of you."
"But, I want to fuck you," Bill said boldly.
Maude looked at him sternly. "Bill, unless you stop talking and obey orders, you'll get no fucking tonight. Now, which will it be?"
"I'm sorry, Maude, but this is torture. We're so damned hot we're about to explode. I don't know whether we can hold it or not."
"Torture?" Maude questioned, then said, "That's what it's supposed to be. You have to hold it. Now be quiet and lie back."
Bill, who had sat up in his eagerness, lay back but kept himself propped up on an elbow. The two women sat down, kicked off their shoes and began removing their stockings. Both made sure that their panties were frequently revealed.
After the shoes and stockings were kicked aside, both girls stood up. Maude moved in behind Karen, put her arms around her and fondled her tits for a moment. Then her hands moved down over Karen's body. One hand went up under her miniskirt, and the boys watched its progress as it felt the full thighs, probed into her crotch and stayed there a moment, gently exerting pressure on Karen's warm cunt.
Maude then brought both hands into view and began unbuttoning Karen's dress, one button at a time. As each button was undone, more and more of Karen's voluptuous tits were revealed. Maude would reach inside, fondle one, then unfasten another button, teasing the two boys.
All four of the participants in this sexual drama were now breathing hard, thoroughly aroused.
"For Heaven's sake, Maude, hurry up!" Karen whispered. "I'm having a hard time holding it back myself."
But Maude only smiled and continued undressing Karen. Presently the last button was unfastened. Maude let the dress drop to the floor. Now Karen stood naked, except for her panties. Her gorgeous tits jutting straight out, she affected a pose, smiling at the two boys sensuously.
Karen could tell by Maude's breathing that the other woman couldn't hold out much longer either. Swiftly, Maude stripped off Karen's panties and exposed her cunt for inspection. Karen executed a slow lewd grind and then did two bumps. The boys both groaned in unison, a sound of pure agony in their hoarse voices.
It was now Karen's turn to undress Maude, and she did it much faster. "Maude," she whispered in the other woman's ear, "they'll rape us if we don't get on with this."
Maude nodded and smiled and helped Karen pull the net panties down. Now the two stark naked women walked toward the beds. Karen sat next to David and held his throbbing cock.
"Did you like watching us undress each other, David?"
He gulped and nodded.
"Did you also enjoy sucking my cunt?"
Again a gulp and a wide-eyed nod.
"Do you like having me play with your big cock? Do you like the feel of my hands around it?"
He groaned in agony.
"Would you like having me suck and jack you off?"
"Don't torture me anymore, Karen. Please!"
Karen felt a wave of shame creep through her as she intentionally teased the boy. She leaned over now and suspended one of her tits over his mouth. "Suck my tit, David. Get as much as you can in your mouth and use your tongue."
David lunged at her tit and gobbled it. While he was sucking, Karen glanced across at the other bed. Maude had ahold of Bill's cock and had begun a slow rhythmic pulling back and forth of the skin, watching his face intently. He was groaning and moaning, turning his head from right to left on the pillow. As Karen watched, the boy reached up and began to fondle one of Maude's tits.
Karen took her own tit from David's mouth. She sat up. "Now I'm going to make you come, David. We've both been cruel long enough. I'm going to suck your cock until you make it. Would you like that?"
"Oh man, yes," he moaned. "Yes, yes, yes! Suck it. Suck my cock. Hurry!"
Karen bent over, pulled the skin on his prick far down, then began to lick the knob. He cried out in delight and thrust up his ass. She put the head of his cock in her mouth, reached under the thigh of his near leg, found his balls and caressed them tenderly. She began a slow suck, taking more and more of his prick into her mouth with each downward movement.
David was also moaning wildly now, crying out now and then in delight. Karen herself was aroused to a high peak just listening to his love sounds. She considered having David thrust his finger up her cunt, but changed her mind. She and Maude had agreed that the boys would get a hardon almost immediately after their first orgasm.
"They won't be able to come as quickly the second time," Maude had pointed out. "They'll be able to fuck us longer."
On the other bed, Maude had stopped jacking Bill's cock and was sucking him. Bill was practically out of his mind with the joy of it.
Karen felt David's cock begin to swell. She pulled her mouth away, letting her hot lips trail over the head, and grasped his now jumping cock and began to stroke it firmly.
"Hang on!" Karen urged. "I'll have you shooting off any minute now. Tell me when."
"Now!" David shrieked. "I'm coming now!"
Karen jerked his cock faster. A moment later she watched in awe as the first spurt of sperm shot upward. She followed its flight as it jetted about three feet in the air, before plummeting back down and splattering all over her face and breasts.
Still holding his cock, Karen smiled down at David, who was looking gratefully up at her. "My," she commented, "you were certainly loaded. Did you like it? Did I do all right by you, David?"
"It was great," he smiled. "Thank you. But I'd like to fuck you too."
She leaned over and kissed him, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth. A loud moan startled her and she looked toward the other bed just as Bill emptied his load deep into Maude's throat. The woman was gobbling greedily, swallowing the come as fast as it spurted into her throat.
Karen still had hold of David's cock. She squeezed it, fondled it, stroked it. Now it was almost as hard as it had been before he had come. She bent over and kissed the head, then turned back and leaned over David's face. "Would you really fuck me now, David?"
He nodded.
"Do you think you can come again so soon?"
"I know I can," he said, his voice firm.
She smiled and kissed him, darting her tongue in and out of his mouth. She was trembling with desire, but contained herself, remembering how much more she had enjoyed George's hard cock when he had spent a lot of time arousing her. She squeezed David's cock again. He was almost ready. "Tell me you want to fuck me, David. Let me hear you say it."
"I do want to fuck you, Karen. I want to fuck you until you can't fuck anymore."
She smiled. "I like that. Now describe just how you're going to fuck me."
"I'm going to put you on your back and get on my knees between your legs and stick my cock up your cunt as far as it'll go."
"Hmmmm," she sighed and squeezed his cock. It was hard now, as hard as a rock. "I think you might do just that, and I think we're both ready now. Get up on your knees, Dave. I'll lie on my back and you give the best fucking you can. Really drive it into me. Oh I'm so ready."
David scrambled to his knees and Karen spread-eagled herself on the bed.
In the next bed, Bill was already on top of Maude, ramming his prick up into her hot cunt. She was moaning in pure sexual delight.
Karen was glad Maude had insisted they make the boys have orgasms before they allowed themselves to be fucked. The ever-increasing way David was fucking her cunt, he would have come after three or four strokes if he hadn't blown his nuts a minute or two previously.
She smiled up at him, smoothing back his short hair, liking the feel of him on her. "Take it easy, dear. You're going too fast. Slow down. We have a long ways to go."
He slowed down. "I'm sorry," he said. "I want to get it all right now, I guess. Just tell me how you like it. I want to please you."
"That's a good boy. It's nice having you fuck me. This is a two-way game, you know. I'm enjoying it too. I want to enjoy it and I want you to enjoy it." She felt like she was a veteran at lovemaking. Karen wondered what would happen if she told David she had fucked only one other man, and that her experiences in sexual activity extended back about a week.
"Tell me what to do." Dave interrupted her thoughts. "Just tell me what to do."
"That's better." She kissed him. "Now draw your cock out to the very entrance to my cunt, then plunge it in. Do this with every stroke, making each stroke faster and shorter. Now, try it once."
Groaning, David obeyed. He was trembling. She could feel the tremors as they raced up and down his bare back.
"Very good. Now hold it in, far inside me for a moment or so, while I give you some more instructions," she sighed softly. "While you're screwing me I want you to play with my breasts, and I want you to stick your tongue in my mouth and suck my tongue. When you're doing either of these things, I want you to talk to me. I want you to tell me how much you enjoy fucking me, and what a nice cunt you think I have, and what nice breasts. I like to hear your voice telling me these things. And when we both get ready to come, I want you to really pound your cock up into me. Oh, David. Oh, ohhhh, David. You're really turning me on," she said and sighed again. "Can you remember all these things?"
"Yes, yes," he moaned. "I can. I know I can, just watch my action."
"Good," she murmured.
He desperately tried to follow Karen's instruction to the letter. He pulled his prick to the very mouth of her pussy, and then plunged it in. He fondled her tits and sucked her tongue vigorously. Now he took his mouth away and said, "Oh, Karen. I love fucking you so much. It's the most wonderful thing that's ever happened to me. Your cunt is so warm and so beautiful and your tits are outta sight. They're so firm and yet so soft and beautiful."
Karen was feeling the effects of what he was doing and saying to her. His fucking was driving her to a plateau she hadn't reached before during this encounter, and Karen wanted to stay there.
She arched up her cunt and gripped his shoulders, liking the feel of his muscles under her hands. "A bit faster now, David. Fuck me a little faster."
His tongue went into her mouth again as he shortened his strokes and picked up the pace.
She wrenched her mouth away. "You're doing it just right. Fuck me harder now. Drive it in there. Oh, wow!" She had the wonderful feeling along her loins and knew that she was only moments away from her orgasm. "You can start to come anytime, Dave. Don't stop now!" Her voice rose. "Screw me! Fuck me! Give it to me!" She clutched him about the shoulders, then about the taut ass, pulling him into her cunt, trying to bury him in her. "I'm coming, David! I'm coming! Fuck me!" Now she was screaming at the plunging boy on top of her lust crazed body,
At last she let him go. He looked down at her anxiously. "Did I do it right, Karen? Did I?"
"You were fine, David. Simply splendid."
"Was my cock big enough for you?"
"Your cock is just the right size, dear. It isn't the size of a man's cock that counts with a girl. It's how he uses it and what he says when he uses it. Now get off me and let's rest for a while." She patted him on the head and added, "You're very nice and very good in bed."
David scrambled off and lay close to her. He put his hands between her legs and toyed with the lips of her cunt.
Karen glanced over at the other bed. Maude and Bill were just reaching their climaxes. Maude was practically on the back of her neck. Both of her legs were over Bill's shoulders. Bill was on his knees, driving his cock down into her cunt. Karen could see part of his stiff pole when he pulled back only to drive it in with more force.
"Give it to me, darling. Grind it! I'm coming! Wow! Oh yesssssss!" Maude was babbling.
Bill only grunted a response, but his movement became erratic as he showed signs of his own orgasm.
Both Karen and David watched, their eyes bright with lust, as Bill shot his semen up into Maude's hungry cunt, mixing it with the juices of her twat. Both of them were moaning and groaning loudly. But gradually the sounds and their bodies relaxed, exhausted from their fucking match. All four rested for a while. The aroma of their fucking permeated the air in the room. Karen felt the aroma arousing her again. She stretched and said, "Good, wasn't it?"
They all agreed that it was.
Presently Maude said, "Karen?"
"Yes?"
"Would you like to change partners?"
"Fine with me."
The boys changed beds and Karen turned to Bill, who was awaiting her eagerly. She was a little surprised at his ardor when his hands began warming over her body. He kissed her fiercely, thrusting his tongue far into her mouth, fondling her tits, reaching down and playing with her heated twat.
"Oh, Karen, Karen! I want to fuck you so badly. I've wanted you from the first moment I saw you. Your body is really something and you're driving me out of my gourd."
Karen laughed lightly. "Well, my little hot cock, you're certainly in a good position to fulfill that desire. You really want to fuck me, huh?"
"Oh yeah, I sure do."
"Go right ahead. Don't let me stop you," Karen teased. Bill kissed her, then bent down to stare at her cunt. She spread her legs to give him a better view. She already had his cock in her hands and was stroking it gently. Karen loved the feel of the throbbing fuck- instrument and this was the sort of foreplay and dialogue that really turned her on. She liked to hear his voice as he fondled her body and looked at her wide-open pussy.
Bill looked up at her face, "Karen you have the most beautiful cunt in the world."
"Don't all cunts look alike?"
"Oh no," he said, his face serious. "Your hair has a reddish tinge to the blondish hair, and there's a lot more of it compared to some I've seen. I like the way your lips gape open as if they're begging to be kissed and fondled."
He stuck his finger up her twat and, buried his face in the pubic hair. After a moment, he began kissing her smooth belly, moving up to her tits, then to her mouth. They sucked tongues for a moment and then Bill pulled his mouth away from her hungry one.
"Karen, I want to suck that beautiful cunt of yours. I want to gobble it all up. I want to drive you wild."
Maude spoke up from on the other bed, "You'll get your chance later on when we have our daisy chain."
"Daisy chain?"
"The four of us will lie down on the floor in a circle. You can eat Karen's pussy while I suck David's prick. David will be, well . . . never mind. It will work out. Each of us will have something to gobble on."
Karen laughed at Maude's apparent confusion. Regardless, Karen knew that what was in store would be well worth the effort.
Bill didn't laugh. His face was serious and pleading when he said to Karen, "When I'm eating your pussy, I don't want anyone sucking on my cock but you."
Karen studied his face for a long moment. The boy was wildly excited now, sex-crazy, and he was deadly serious. She herself was more excited than she had expected to be so soon after receiving him into her bed. He might just be a bonus, one that she hadn't really expected. She squeezed his rock-hard cock. It was so thick, almost as thick as George's, and it was ready! Ready and certainly available to serve her. She shivered with sexual delight. It would be a bonus, she knew.
"Do you mean," she asked, "that you'd rather suck my cunt now than fuck me?"
"Yes," he nodded vigorously, "I would."
Karen felt he was sincere. She nodded. "How would you like it? A sixty- nine, or would you rather I straddled your head and put my cunt down on your face?"
"Can you suck my cock that way?"
"I bet I could."
"Then that's the way I want it."
Karen felt a surge of lust slice through her lithe body as she thought of it.
Bill's eyes were wild with desire. He lay flat on his back. Karen straddled his head and eased her beautiful moist cunt down so that he could begin lapping it, which he did with great gusto. She leaned forward, took his hard prick in her hand and began to lick the bluish- tinged head. She reached around and fondled his balls gently. He groaned from the sheer delight he was experiencing. Now he began probing with his long tongue for the hole in her hot pussy.
Karen lowered her cunt a little farther and moaned when his tongue found the tunnel and drove into it. She began to suck his cock methodically, loving it. After a few short strokes on the head, she drove it far down into her throat. She wished she could talk. She wanted to tell him what a wonderful job he was doing on her cunt and how much she was loving it, how she enjoyed sucking his huge cock, but with a mouthful of the heavy meat in her mouth, it was impossible for her to make any sounds other than a deep gurgling sound.
Bill had his hands around her thighs now, pulling her wide open cunt down so that it covered his entire face. He twisted and turned, growling like an animal, striving to get his tongue even farther into this glorious twat. He arched his ass, and Karen began sucking his cock furiously. She realized he was at the pinnacle of an orgasm already, and she wanted to come with him, while she tasted his hot sperm in her throat.
She jammed her cunt down on his face now, moving it back and forth so that he could barely breathe. She felt a tightening in her crotch and knew that her own orgasm was starting. She brought Bill's prick out to the lips of her mouth and worked over the head with her tongue. She played with his balls fondly. She had to get him started - to pump his tingling, throbbing cock to a full eruption.
He groaned loudly, and immediately she swallowed the length of his pulsating cock, feeling the first spurt of semen against the back of her throat. She began to breathe through her nose, greedily drinking every drop of the precious milky liquid, she had come to love so much.
At the same time she lifted her ass, giving Bill a moment to gasp in a breath of air, then plunged her cunt back into his face again, grinding it in. Her orgasm had reached its peak and she was savoring every moment of this. Both of them were moaning in sheer ecstasy at the intensity of their joint efforts.
Karen swallowed the last drop of Bill's spurting semen and slowly pulled her mouth up the length of his shaft, held the head in her mouth for a moment, then licked and kissed it in a departing gesture. She swished the length of her cunt along Bill's face once more, then rolled off. Bill looked at her adoringly.
"Come here," she said. "I want to kiss you while you still have my cunt juice all over your face, and I have cock smell on my lips. Use your tongue."
She forced him back, lying on top of him and working over his mouth and tongue with hers. She liked doing this. It gave her an added thrill, and Karen liked to have all the thrills she could get. It seemed, she decided, that George's work with her had certainly opened her up sexually. She pulled her mouth away from Bill, but didn't get off his body. She began swaying her tits over his mouth, barely brushing his lips with them.
"Do you like my breasts, Bill? Tell me."
"I love your big tits, Karen. They're perfect." He reached up, trying to suck one, but she pulled back. She was proud of her tits, loved having them admired, fondled and sucked. It gave her lewd shivers just to visualize it.
"In a minute," she cautioned Bill. "In a minute I'll let you suck them." She continued swinging them, dragging the nipples across his trembling mouth. "I want to tease awhile. Did you enjoy sucking my cunt?" She decided to pull more obscene words out of his mouth before he filled it with her tits.
"Oh. Karen, it was wonderful! Just having your whole cunt spread over my face was an experience I'll never forget. Wow! I had my face full of it, and I loved it."
"I enjoyed it too, dear, and I enjoyed sucking your cock. Did you like me doing that?"
"I loved it! Boy, did I love the feeling of my cock in your hot mouth."
"Would you like to fuck my mouth again soon?"
"Would I? Wow. Karen will you let me?"
She smiled. "We'll see. Now open your mouth wide."
He obeyed, and she lowered one of her tits into it. "Suck it, Bill. Use your tongue. Get it all shiny wet. Suck out the nipple."
He went at his chore greedily, making satisfactory noises. Already he had half a hardon. When Karen finally removed her tit and gave him the other for a similar treatment, the nipple of the first stood out like a small hard prick. Half of the tit itself glistened with Bill's saliva.
"So fucking good," she murmured as his mouth closed around the other tit.
Bill worked over the second tit equally well, until Karen was trembling with sexual lust. After a moment she had to withdraw it for fear she would have another orgasm. "Now play with them both," she said, "while they're all wet and slippery."
Bill nodded and, reaching up with both hands, he rubbed her full tits, smiling happily all the while as if he found the task most enjoyable.
Karen smiled lewdly. "I like this. Would you like to fuck them?" An idea was forming in her mind. He could run his big prick between them while she held them tightly together, then he could shoot his load and cover her mouth and throat with his hot creamy semen.
Maude called over, "Better save it, sweetie. You'll need it in our daisy chain."
Karen reached around, put her hands on his cock and pressed it tightly. "It's wonderful! So big, so hot, but I guess we had better save it for what's coming up."
She rolled off of him, and they both looked across at the other bed, aware that some beautiful sex sounds were coming from both Maude and David. Apparently Maude liked the shoulder-bit position, because she was on the back of her neck again, with her legs planted on David's shoulder. He was driving the last bit of his cock into her rapidly.
"Save it for later," Karen echoed, and laughed.
Karen pulled Bill down beside her, "Put your head here on my shoulder, Bill sweet. Play with me awhile. We're going to rest up again." She took his cock in her hands and closed her eyes.
Later the daisy chain began with Maude taking Bill's cock in her mouth and putting the prick head between her lips. Her cunt gave a little twitch as she felt David's tongue begin licking it.
Karen sighed contentedly as she felt Bill's tongue probing at her pussy. She was glad that Maude had given Bill this assignment. It was what he had wanted, and she had instructed him well. She took hold of David's cock, kissed it, and licked the head.
David's tongue was probing deep into Maude's cunt now. She reached down and pressed his face farther in between her legs. Automatically she stepped up her sucking of Bill's prick, reaching up and playing with his balls. Bill groaned in appreciation, and twisted his head sideways so he could get his tongue farther up Karen's hungry twat.
And so it went all along the line. Each was transmitting the wonderful sensations they were receiving by their mouths. Karen was sucking David's cock smoothly, swallowing it, then bringing her lips back to the head, toying with it, then swallowing again. Once she almost lost Bill's tongue, so violent were the gyrations of her ass. But he grabbed her by the hips and yanked her twat back into his face.
Bill reached up and began fondling Karen's full tits. Karen played with David's balls, while David played with Maude's tits and she toyed with his nuts.
On the whole, it was a most satisfactory operation to Karen. She was enjoying herself and she figured that each one of the participants was enjoying it as much as she.
But suddenly Maude uttered a loud moan, and her ass twitched violently. They all knew what the moan meant. Maude's ass jerked a couple more times and she started her orgasm.
Noting this, the others quickened their pace. Karen felt David's cock begin to swell in her mouth. She knew that in a moment she would feel the first spurt of his hot semen. She sucked his cock furiously, at the same time reaching down and pushing Bill's head between her legs. She knew that she would start hers at any moment.
The boys were working diligently at their assigned cunts. Both were on the verge of coming themselves. Maude had already swallowed Bill's cock far down her throat and was prepared to drink his semen.
Maude peaked first. Her moans were loud and satisfying. She kept thrusting her twat violently into David's warm face.
Karen felt the first spurt of David's hot semen, and she began swallowing greedily. Her own orgasm started and then reached a high peak. Bill was sucking gloriously, clutching both cheeks of her ass, trying to control her writhing.
Bill had long since begun pouring his semen down Maude's throat. He groaned wildly, fucking her mouth even after the last spurt of semen had been ejaculated.
Then it was over. Mouths were pulled from cocks and cunts. Limp bodies fell to the floor in complete exhaustion.
After a while, Maude lifted her head and looked around, "God, it looks like someone had an orgy here."
Karen was too exhausted to comment, but the two boys laughed aloud and agreed.
Karen felt a bit guilty now, the familiar twangs of doubt creeping up through her thoughts. But strangely, she worried about what George would say if he found out, not Jerry, her husband, but George her father-in-law.
Chapter 8
After the two boys left Karen and Maude remained naked lying on the livingroom floor. It was most comfortable and Karen enjoyed the sense of freedom it gave her. Maude had poured them two stiff drinks of whiskey and when Karen downed hers it sent a shock wave boiling through her body. Blinding back tears, she forced the rest of the drink down and set the glass aside. The alcohol sizzled through her veins like a series of low-grade earthquakes. And something else she felt - her body was seething with desire. Wow, did straight whiskey do that to a person? She decided it did.
"Maude?" Karen asked, her voice soft, but strong and persuasive too. Maude looked at her and Karen suddenly felt like a frightened rabbit, quivering. Maude knew what Karen wanted, and Karen knew she did.
Maude shivered, and the tight little bumps of her nipples hardened visibly. She crossed her arms and cuddled herself as if she were suddenly cold.
Karen felt wildly loose, uninhibited, and hot. She didn't know if any of the things she had read about would help her or not. She hoped they would, but the only thing that mattered was Maude and making her like it. Karen was thinking about how Maude's naked body would feel, pressed against hers . . . hot, soft, smooth, and desirable.
"Maude?" Karen asked, frightened.
Karen wanted to say something more, but she didn't dare speak. She looked into Maude's brown eyes, and saw all the pent-up passion still lurking there. As gently as a butterfly, Karen brought her mouth to Maude's. Maude's lips felt hot and dry against hers as they touched, and an electric current seemed to flow between them. Karen felt Maude's muscles ease and relax, felt Maude move her arm, felt her slide her hands hesitantly up Karen's own arm.
Maude moaned softly, almost inaudibly, as if the sound was for Karen's ears alone.
Mentally, Karen was comparing Maude with the men she'd felt. Where the men had been hard, Maude was soft. Where the men had been rough, Maude was smooth. Maude was smooth all over, hairless where George and the two boys were hairy. Maude was warming rapidly and Karen shivered slightly at the thought. She liked the feel of the boyish woman, and she liked the feel of Maude's thighs too.
Entwining against each other, the two girls delved deeper and deeper into a passion that neither of them had dreamed existed. Their mouths opened, their tongues tasted. They breathed each other's feminine smell. They savored all that existed between them, all that was different between them, and all that was the same. Soft breasts pressed against soft breasts, passion-hardened nipples digging into tender mounds. Soft, feminine arms entwining around each other, kissing deeply.
Karen let Maude nestle her head against her shoulder and slid one exploratory hand over one of Maude's little titties.
"You're so soft," Karen said, wonderingly. Tenderly Karen patted Maude's breast, fascinated by the hard little nipple on the little mound.
Maude was following Karen's lead, and she cupped one of Karen's larger breasts, her thumb brushing over the nipple. "So are you," Maude whispered, "you're soft, too."
They kissed again, and this time there was more sureness, more passion in it. They ground their mouths together, their tongues dueling and fighting for supremacy. Karen won and drove Maude's tongue back and licked the roof of the woman's mouth, the back of her teeth. Maude welcomed the intrusion by sucking, drawing as much of Karen's tongue into her own warm mouth as she could.
Karen moaned again, louder.
Bolder now, Karen stroked Maude's little tits, rolling her nipples in her fingers. She could feel Maude jerking and trembling, and knew what Maude was feeling. She knew because she too was experiencing the same sensations. When Maude thumbed Karen's nipples, Karen knew she was on the same wavelength with Maude. The thought of the identical pleasures sent ripples of desire flooding through her, and the knowledge of the thought was wild, insane, and wonderful, all at once.
Snuggling together, the two women reveled in the pure discovery of each other's wonderfully soft, feminine bodies. Karen's curly soft hair brushed against Maude's pale slender shoulder, while Maude's feathery black hair rubbed her cheek. Karen nibbled Maude's shell-like ear, and felt Maude gasp when her breast shifted and pressed against her hand. Maude's sharp white teeth nipped Karen's shoulder, and Karen felt her own body shake with excitement. Slowly their muscles relaxed and they lay on their sides on the soft carpet, the fire warming their naked bodies.
"God," Karen said, "you're the sexiest."
"Me?" Maude gasped, "You're better than a man at turning me on."
"I'm glad," Karen said.
Leaning back, Karen could see the full length of Maude's graceful, lean body, admire the curves, the shadows and hollows the gentle rounding of Maude's belly, and the jet blackness of the pubic hair shielding her slit. She looked breathtaking pale, like alabaster. Her ribs were visible under her skin because she was so slender, and Karen stroked her fingers along the shadowy ripples. Maude's stomach trembled and she dug her fingers into Karen's side fiercely.
"Oh, I like that," Karen said.
Maude mumbled something in agreement.
Maude's nipples were dark, hard knots begging for some attention. Karen's mouth was watering as she stared at them. She lowered her head, her mouth seeking the little buds. She flicked her tongue over one of Maude's small nipples and felt the woman jerk in response. Pursing her lips, Karen kissed the nipple, then sucked on it tenderly. Opening her mouth wider, she sucked more of Maude's small breast in, while bathing the nipple with her tongue. Karen felt Maude's breathing quicken and become irregular as if she were gasping for breath. At the same time, Maude's hand tightened on Karen's full breast until it almost hurt. Then, helplessly, Maude let go and rolled over on her back to sprawl out and open on the carpet.
Karen hesitated, and looked at her friend questioningly.
"Don't stop," Maude whispered, not opening her eyes. "Please don't stop."
Encouraged, Karen bent her head and suckled on one of Maude's breasts, then the other. Maude tangled her fingers in Karen's long hair, and began stroking her neck and bare back. Out of the corner of her eyes, Karen could see the black triangle of Maude's sex, could see Maude rubbing her slender, pale white thighs together as her excitement built in higher peaks. Hesitantly again, Karen slid one hand down Maude's warm, smooth belly toward the dark patch. Maude shook and quivered, her fingers knotting in Karen's hair. But she made no move to stop Karen's hand.
"Mmmmmmmmmm, good, good," Maude murmured.
"Yes," Karen agreed, her voice smooth, but she was unsure of herself. It felt so good to her, all so good to her, but Karen wasn't as experienced as she thought, and she realized this. Like a frightened animal, Karen's hand crept into Maude's black pubic hair. Maude spread her thighs more, opening herself for Karen's exploration. Karen slid her fingers down and down, finding the same slit there that she herself had between her own thighs. Carefully, Karen cupped Maude's sex mound, feeling the hot softness of the tissues under her fingers, the curving arch of Maude's pubic bone under her palm. Karen pressed her whole hand down on Maude's cunt and felt Maude respond by pushing her hips upward. Maude's pussy felt hot and sticky, and Karen realized that it was the juices flowing freely and easy already.
Now Karen had to have something at her own begging pussy. Hesitantly, she released Maude's cunt, and felt the woman's disappointment. Karen sought one of Maude's hands, loosened it from her hair and guided it to her own eager pussy. Maude's touch was frightened and shy, but it also felt searingly hot. Karen spread her thighs, pressed Maude's fingers into her swollen cunt, then clamped her thighs down to trap the little hand. Now she worked her own hand back into Maude's wet hot crotch. This time she slid one finger between the lips, and pressed it into the woman's cunt.
Maude's moist channel felt scalding hot and sticky and slimy with juices. Karen drove her long finger deeper into Maude and felt the woman's hips surge upward. At the same time, Maude slid her finger into Karen's hole, and Karen thought she was going to die from pleasure. The males that had fingered her had been good, but somehow this was much more exciting, even thought Maude's finger was a lot smaller than any man's. Karen thought too that because it was such a degrading activity, she tingled more with heat. It was a forbidden act to her way of thinking and her lewd mind created all the wonderful lusty pleasures she was experiencing. Karen spread her thighs wide and let Maude take total possession of her watering pussy. She looked down to where her own thick finger was buried in Maude.
She studied it a moment as it probed into Maude's hot pussy, then her gaze shifted to where Maude's finger was probing. She shuddered with pleasure as the finger touched the sensitive surface of her cuntal passage.
Karen suddenly felt wildly excited, though nowhere near an orgasm. This excitement was something else. Maybe it was the thrill of discovery. It really didn't matter, she decided. She looked around the room and saw that she and Maude were the only moving objects. Everything else seemed to be in another dimension. All the things she had become familiar with before this evening started were in abstract. Karen now withdrew her dripping finger from Maude's slippery cunt and licked the juices off slowly.
"Taste me," she whispered to Maude. "Please taste me. It's so good."
Maude was frowning up at her, irritated at having the finger withdrawn from her hungry cunt. "What?" she asked as she fixed her focus on Karen.
"Watch me," Karen said and showed Maude what she meant by dipping her finger in Maude's cunt again and licking it off with pleasure.
"I, uh . . ." Maude paused, groping for voice.
"Please."
Maude looked dubious, but withdrew her finger from Karen. Slowly, but hurriedly too, she licked it, her face indicating she had expected something unpleasant. Then her face cleared and she smiled. She stuck her finger in her mouth now and sucked it clean.
"Good, huh?" Karen asked.
Maude nodded, and Karen stopped her before she could slip her finger into her pussy again. "I've got another idea," she said, shifting around on the floor. Karen was aware of Maude watching her slyly. She turned to bring her head toward Maude's crotch. Bending and leaning over, Karen slowly lowered her face toward Maude's pussy, her eyes riveted on the black, curling hair and the gleaming pink tissues. An animal odor, wild animal, assaulted Karen's senses, attracting her even more. Her mouth watering with a wild appetite, Karen lowered her face to Maude's bush and wedged her finger deep into the woman's hot slit.
Maude must have a decision, and the touch of her mouth against Karen's cunt set off rockets of passion in Karen, making her drive her own mouth on Maude even harder. Ramming in her tongue deep into Maude's snatch, Karen lowered her hips and felt the woman's chin grind against her clitoris. The explosion of pleasure almost lifted Karen to the peak of an orgasm. She dug her chin into Maude's clit, and she was rewarded with a flow of juice that almost drowned her, as Maude's hips jammed upward in a fast response.
Head to crotch, the two women tangled in the center of the floor. Hands gripping each other's buttocks and thighs, they drove each other half crazy with the fast working of their mouths.
Karen was nearly delirious with pleasure, boiling and seething, her body betraying her with its convulsions. She was coming and coming and coming, and she knew she was drowning Maude with the flood of juices pouring out of her cunt. But she couldn't pull away from Maude. Karen was driving her own mouth into Maude's gushing pussy, and Maude's slender body was convulsing under her as climax after climax ripped through her, knotting her muscles. Maude's slender thighs clamped around Karen's head like a vise, trapping her there until Karen was afraid she was going to suffocate.
All at once it was over. Maude's body went from spasmodic to totally limp. Karen's own intense orgasm was passing its peak, its plateau leaving her quivering with exhaustion. Karen was dimly aware of Maude fighting to free her face from her lax pussy and struggled with her last reserves of strength to help. Finally, she managed to lift her leg and tumble away. Sprawling on her back, Karen let blackness sweep over her as she fought for breath and sanity.
Later, Karen felt as if she was drifting in a soft, warm, gray cloud of semi-sleep, feeling wonderful, almost sated. Her body was totally relaxed, tired with delicious exhaustion. Vague, peaceful dreams floated through her mind. Yet, down deep there was still a need, as if what she and Maude had just done was only the foreplay.
Karen still needed a cock to completely satisfy her.
Chapter 9
When Karen returned home, she hopped into bed, and lay completely naked under the sheets, pretending sleep, when her husband Jerry approached the bed and stood silently looking down at her. Soon he crawled into bed with her and moved in behind her, placing his arm over her hip lightly.
Now Jerry drew himself closer to her so that her firm full asscheeks were tight against his groin.
Karen could feel the beginning hardness that was taking place in his cock. At first it was just a limp hunk of meat against her ass, but as Jerry held her, the stirring in it would easily be felt through the thin material of his pajamas.
Now he let his arm that was on her hip move upward until his hand was flat against her stomach. Slowly he caressed the warm smoothness of it. Karen tried to breathe regularly and deeply. As he moved his hand she found difficulty doing this. His hand began to creep again and caressed her up until it rested under the swell of her firm full tits.
Now Karen had to keep her body from shivering in anticipation. She felt the heat of his hand, and the heat of his cock which was now as hard as she had ever imagined it could be. It was going to be good, she knew. George was right! He knew what he was talking about, and he must have given Jerry a lot of good advice that night.
Trying not to press against the hardness of his huge hot cock, she remained still. It was best to let him make all the moves, as George had suggested.
His hand was moving again. It left its warm resting place under the bottom of her breast. Moving slowly, the hand went down onto the flatness of her stomach again. Karen held her breath now, almost uncaring, hoping he would move his hand on down to the thirsting mound that ached so intensely. She imagined how his stiff cock would look standing straight out from the mass of pubic hair. How wonderful it would be, to feel it throbbing in her hand, to caress the rosy head of it with her tongue, to nibble on it, to . . . oh, she almost quivered, the thought of it was too much for her to stand.
Jerry's hand had now caressed her hip and was continuing a downward journey. It stopped at the point right above her knee and then began working its way slowly back up her body. Please hurry! she said to herself. Now she felt the stiffness of his cock again against her body. He still had it inside his pajamas, but she knew it would be only a matter of seconds before he removed it from its tented covering.
The feel of his hard cock, now clear of its restraining wall, was against her bare bottom. Slowly he pressed it up between the firm yet full cheeks of her ass. The heat of it was more than Karen thought she could stand.
He eased it an inch farther between her buttocks and the hot fluid dripping from its tip lubricated a slick path for it until it reached the heat of Karen's own aching box. Now he began easing his hardness in and out, not into her cunt passageway, but between the lips of that aching spot. Karen continued fighting, trying not to show that she was awake or that she was even aware of what her husband was doing. As he moved in and out Karen felt her body finally give in and start a rhythm of its own, hunching back and forth as the searing hot hardness eased in and out of her cunt lips.
She moved her ass slightly bringing it to an angle where he could easily enter her cunt now. She waited knowing that any instant she would feel it sneaking into her hot pussy passage.
Then suddenly he pushed and Karen rolled with the force of the push, when she came to a rest on her stomach, Jerry was on top of her, his cock probing.
"What . . . what, what are you going to do?" she asked, not caring now that he knew she was awake.
"I'm going to fuck you, dear wife," he said simply.
Karen smiled in the darkness and said, "That's good." She eased her ass up so her waiting pussy tunnel was wide open to him. She waited eagerly to feel it sliding into her, then . . . a stab of pain hit her just as another thought hit. He wasn't going to fuck her in the pussy, he wanted to take her in her ass. Oh great Heavens! She almost screamed out, thrashing, twisting. She tried to move from under him but his grasp on her was firm.
He placed a wet, smacking hungry kiss on the back of her neck, then bit her fiercely. Karen cried out with pain and jerked upward with her ass. She didn't realize until too late that this relaxed her tight ass and the big long cock of her husband was battering into it.
She screamed, but he paid no attention to her. Her fear and the sheer perversity of the situation prompted a strange renewed excitement to begin to churn in her loins and along the little membrane that separated the two genital orifices.
Letting her head sink forward, muffling her screams as the forbidden act was about to commence. A shudder racked her body as the head of his love stick penetrated her asshole. Sucking in her breath she was hardly able to bear the waiting. Then she was blinded by the sudden searing pain as he lunged forward, as the tightly clenched little ring clung together in futile objection to his obscene invasion. And then the little ring gave way, popping open as the huge blunt head of Jerry's cock lunged up into the right straight passages. Karen bit her lips in agony as the shattering penetration continued until his penis was buried at last to the hilt in her rectum. Thank goodness, she thought, it wasn't as thick and heavy as George's or she would have been split wide open. Jerry's cock was narrow and slim, but it made up for it in length. Christ! He had at least ten inches of his cock buried in her rear.
He began to move, sawing in and out of the tightly clenching anal lips and the caressing rectal walls, skewering lewdly into her, his devastating hardness pushing aside all resistance that remained in the resiliently rubbery flesh. At last Karen began to feel the hard rhythmic smacking of his loins against her upturned asscheeks.
"God! Jerry you're ruining me!" she screamed out at him.
"Ruining? No I don't think so. You talked to George and so did I. Well, my dad said I should do anything I want to you, that you'd probably like it as all women did." He grunted, then added, "Besides I've always been an ass man. I couldn't get it up with you because I knew you were inexperienced and would want it in the pussy. Well, I'm not built that way." He continued pounding his cock into her.
Karen buried her face in the covers of the bed as the wild stabs of pain and masochistic erotic pleasure darted out from her rectum, searing and coursing gradually over her whole naked body.
As the harsh waves of illicit desire surged and swelled, her sobs of agony evolved gradually to lewd mewls of pleasure and surrender, and she began to welcome more and more of the sweet raw sensation, relishing every merciless thrust, every lunge into the tightly quivering little opening. She started arching back against him, to undulate and wave her white asscheeks before his loins. Now she raised and slid one hand down beneath her pelvis and back between her thighs and with her outstretched finger, she found the hard little button of her clitoris. She stroked it slowly and softly, then increased both the pressure and the speed of her bouncing ass, hitting against him. She was crying and groaning at the agony of the pleasure pain she found in the torturing battering ram pounding away at her asshole.
She was impaled on his long cock and she rocked her buttocks violently back against him, thrusting them upward to meet his every racking lunge as his penis disappeared deep into her open rectum.
Karen was excited almost beyond endurance now, and her excitement was contagious. Jerry basked in triumph behind her, lunging forward harder and harder, shoving his cock into the narrowly constricted anal passage in time with the bouncing of her upturned ass.
Within a few moments all fear and resistance faded and spasms of electric fulfillment possessed her body as the separate sensations in her ass became wildly beyond control.
"I'm comminnnggggggggg!" she screamed out.
"Shut up, bitch," Jerry shouted and kept plunging deeply up into the warm forbidden passage. Then he groaned out like an animal in heat and then his own warm thick semen burst from the lust-bloated balls to fill Karen's lewdly violated anal depths. He bucked and hunched without mercy above her, his groans swelling into uncontrollably wild passion. Finally he'd achieved his orgasm. Jerry collapsed on Karen's prone body.
She lay under him, wondering at the erotic sense of fulfillment she had experienced. She had never climaxed so intently before. And this was the most degrading thing she had ever experienced in her life.
