"I'm horny," Karen said, flopping on the sofa and staring at the television. The green-eyed, long-haired honey blonde took a deep breath, her chest expanding until her naked nipples brushed the thin cotton T-shirt. She reached down and stroked over them.
A thrill of desire raced through her slender body. She tweaked one hard nipple and then the other. Lounging back, she pressed her fingers into her breasts as hard as she could. Beneath the sensitive tit flesh she felt her heart pounding as excitement built. As if pulled by wires, her other hand moved down to the wet, excited area between her slender thighs.
Karen rubbed harder and harder over her pussy mound. Tingles of desire intensified within her until she was moaning in full lust. She pushed the soggy fabric of her shorts aside and ran a fingertip along the tender pink flaps of her exposed cunt. That probing finger was sending lightning bolts of carnal need into her, making her breath come faster as faster as she frigged herself.
"I want cock," the beautiful blonde moaned. But there wasn't any. Her finger raced deep into the gooey twat. She finger-fucked herself until she was flopping about like a fish out of water. And it still wasn't enough. She had to have more than her own slender middle finger moving in and out of her cooze.
The blonde fell heavily onto the floor and lay there a moment, stunned by the fall. It took Karen some time to sit up and realize what had happened. If a guy had been driving his long, hard prick in and out of her tight manhole, this would have been okay with her. As it was, Karen blushed red with embarrassment at being so clumsy.
"This is dumb," she said to herself, climbing to her feet. She pulled down the edge of her shorts to hide her blonde-rimmed pussy, although there wasn't anyone to see her. There hardly ever was. Karen's mind turned to the last time she had done a sexy striptease for her husband, Michael. Stripping had gotten her hotter than it had him, but the fucking after she had shucked off all her clothes had been great.
"Cock," she muttered. "I need cock or I'll go crazy." Without knowing where she was going, the sex-mad blonde wandered through her small house. She stopped in front of her full-length bedroom mirror and stared at her figure.
"Good," she said, in spite of having been married for seven years. "I take care of myself. I stay in shape." Grabbing the bottom of her T-shirt, she pulled the fabric taut over her boobs. Those succulent mounds of snowy white flesh were capped with hard points. Karen touched the nipples and almost collapsed to the floor.
She needed a man's mouth working on those tasty, rock-hard nipples. She wanted to feel a passionate tongue licking across her tits and down the hard plain of her belly. Karen lifted her thin T-shirt and ran her fingers across the satiny flesh. Then she went lower, to her fleecy pubic fur.
Still wet. Her muff was still gooey from finger-fucking herself in the living room. On impulse, Karen pulled down her shorts, kicked them away and stared at her naked butt, sleek thighs and dewdrop-damp pussy mound. She closed her green eyes and ran her hand between the quivering, pink-tinged cunt lips until she couldn't take it any more.
"This isn't right," she told herself. Why did Michael always have to be on the road, selling flea collars and all the rest of the pet supply shit he called his "product?" She needed him. She needed him and his cock.
Now.
Karen grabbed the cellular telephone lying on a nearby table and started to call her husband. The cool plastic mocked her. She knew he wouldn't answer. Not right away, not until he was ready. His customers always came first. Even when he was in bed making love to her, he thought of them more than her.
The slick back of the telephone excited Karen as she rubbed it slowly across her taut belly. Her legs drifted apart. She moved the phone lower and shoved it hard against her pussy. She groaned with delight and began stroking faster and faster. The electric tingles turned to fire within her. She turned weak in the legs and staggered away from the mirror.
The phone rang suddenly, startling her. The cunt-juice-slickened receiver slipped from her hand and spun under the bed. She dropped to hands and knees, fumbling for it. Karen grabbed the still ringing phone and managed to stab at the answer button.
"H-hello?" she managed to get out. The blonde hardly trusted her voice. She had been so close to getting herself off. Now she was being interrupted by the phone!
"This is, uh, the lineman. Telephone l-line-man," came the stuttering voice. "I'm working on your phone line and wanted to see if it
She might have been strung out sexually but Karen stiffened, holding the phone away from her mouth and frowning at it. What was a telephone repair man doing calling her on a cell phone?
She looked from the pussy-juice-damp phone in her hand to the window-and beyond. A telephone pole rose at the corner of the backyard. Perched atop it was a man, his head cocked as he stared directly into her bedroom. He had seen her getting off on the phone. He had seen her naked!
Karen knew she ought to be outraged at this peeping Tom. But somehow, the idea that a man had been watching-and appreciating-her naked beauty excited her even more. She had married Michael a few weeks after they had graduated from high school and her experience sexually had been limited to some heavy petting with other guys. Karen had been faithful to her husband all these years.
Now, she wondered why.
"The phone's not working right. It needs your hard.. .work to make it right again," she said in a voice husky with need.
"Yeah, sure, right away. Be right there," the repairman said. Karen laughed when she saw how fast he climbed down the pole. He unfastened his tool belt and almost ran to her bedroom window.
"Here," she said, holding out the cellular phone. "It's all screwed up." It ought to have rattled her to be standing bare-ass in front of a complete stranger. If anything, it turned her on even more. She was finally doing something she had only fantasized about before.
How she wanted this stud!
"Should I go around to the door?" he asked, his voice cracking with strain. He looked from the phone to the way her tits pressed hard into the T-shirt and then to her bare blonde pussy mound. Licking his lips nervously, the man was as shook up as she was hot!
"Come on in. Here. Now." She made sure he understood what she meant. She sat on the floor, her long legs in front of her split wide in a vee that completely exposed her blonde-haired pussy. She dropped the phone between her silky thighs, then fingered her clit impatiently as he climbed through the window.
"Lady, I don't think I should do this. I-"
"I'm married, too," she said, strangely thrilled at the idea of cheating on Michael. "Don't let that stop you. I want you to fix what's wrong." Her eyes stared at the thick bulge at his groin. He hesitated only a second before reaching down to lower his zipper.
The man's fly opened with a metallic hiss, letting his rigid prick jump out. Karen licked her lips. She had never seen a cock that stimulated her so much. Swinging her legs around, she crawled on her hands and knees to the man.
Her arms circled his legs and held him close in case he wanted to back away and leave her hotter and hornier than ever. He tried to step back, but she pulled him close. Her trembling lips closed over the tip of his cock. Her tongue darted out and lightly brushed his slit.
She tasted man-meat and wanted more. Hungrily, she sucked and licked at the throbbing pillar of his manhood. Her fingers clutched at the man's hard buns. Then he overcame his indecision. His hips began thrusting back and forth, driving his boner between her lips.
"No, no," she said, pulling back. "I don't want you to fuck my face."
"I'm sorry, lady. Look, I-"
"I want you to fuck my cunny!" She stared up at him, her eyes glazed with lust. He read her expression perfectly. He dropped to his knees and bent over. His mouth fixed on her T-shirt-covered nipples.
Karen gasped at the feel of him sucking her sensitive nipples. She sagged, supporting herself on her elbows. Then the blonde lay flat on her back. Her long legs parted wantonly for the man as he worked down her T-shirt and found the naked flesh at the bottom of it.
His tongue dipped into her belly button and then went lower. Every light touch left a wet spot that dried instantly. The coolness contrasted with her hot flesh. She was burning inside and her skin was cool, thanks to the way he licked over the curved dome of her belly.
Karen arched her back and shoved her snatch upward for him when she felt his tongue invade her most intimate recesses. The man's darting oral organ dueled with the pink spire of her clit and sent her heart racing. She moaned and thrashed around, reveling in the feeling of his callused hands on the soft flesh of her ass.
"Eat me, eat me good," she sobbed. Karen lost her voice when his lips fastened on her clitoris and he began sucking. The lewd noise filled the room. She thought she was going to blast off into orbit. Michael didn't eat her like this. Never in her life had she been this turned on by a man's mouth.
Somewhere in the corner of her mind, alarm bells went off. She was married. She shouldn't screw around with a guy she didn't even know. But it felt so good, and she needed his sexual attention so badly!
Still, she struggled to pull away from his eager, knowing mouth. Karen didn't want his tongue in her twat, fucking into her only a few inches. She wanted cock! Long, throbbingly hard, pussy-pleasing cock!
"This, I want this!" she insisted, struggling to reach down and grab the huge fleshy pole trembling at his groin. "Fuck me, fuck me good!"
She lay back and tugged hard on his dong until she felt the thick, purple tip brush along her quivering sex lips. Her legs rose in the air on either side of his strong body so she could open herself fully to his exploring love muscle.
He banged hard against her cunt lips until she got her hips positioned just right. Then she shrieked in delight as he slammed balls deep into her hole. She felt his body grinding hard into hers, his cock moving against her most sensitive flesh.
This wasn't her husband. She was cheating on Michael. She was committing adultery.
Karen thought the top of her head would explode as the most potent orgasm she had ever experienced lashed her senses.
"More, give me more," she sobbed. She clawed at the man's back, urging him to fuck even faster. She wanted to be on fire inside from the feeling of his prick reaming her out.
"Oh, baby, you're the most beautiful chick I ever saw. I'm going to give you exactly what you need."
And he did.
His hips pulled back, paused for a moment when only the thick head of his prick remained hidden between her trembling cunt lips. Then he levered forward, trying to split her apart with his fleshy sword. Karen gasped and ground her own pussy down hard to take every single inch of cock into her.
This was so outrageous, so wrong-so forbidden. She got off again, this climax less intense than before. Karen reached down and cupped the man's muscular buttocks. She sobbed out her fervent passion as she pulled him harder and harder into her. The speed of his fucking mounted. His cock flew back and forth in her liquid channel until Karen felt she was going to die from sheer pleasure.
"Yes, oh, yes, yes, give it to me. All of you, stud!" she moaned out.
Heat built the entire length of her cockpit as he fucked harder and faster. She locked her ankles around his waist to make sure she pulled him as far as possible into her. And once he was buried full-length, she tensed her legs to hold him. He understood her needs. He rotated his hips, stirring his pussy pleaser around deep within her.
"Never fucked anybody this tight. You're incredible," he said, lifting himself up on his hands so he could stare down into her eyes. Karen was past seeing. Her world spun in wild, crazy circles. The heat from her loins spread throughout her body. Every stroke of his thick pecker into her cunt sent new waves of carnal fire throughout her body.
She felt sweat running down her body, soaking her T-shirt and plastering it to her trim body. She gasped and panted as she lifted her ass-cheeks over the floor to let him thrust ever deeper into her clinging interior. And then Karen knew she wasn't going to be able to hold back the flood waters building within her.
His cock twitched and jerked and grew larger by the second. He was close to cumming. When his cock erupted, the touch of his fiery seed sent her flying off the highest pinnacle of human excitement. Karen came. And came again. Every jerk and twitch of the man's pecker heightened her own pleasure and made her passion sear like napalm.
And then it was over. Sweaty and gasping, Karen opened her eyes and stared up at the man. He was already tucking his cock back into his jeans, grinning from ear to ear.
"Lady, if you ever need anything fixed again, give me a ring."
"Why not?" she said lazily, lost in the fog of orgasm. "You certainly rang my chimes."
Before she could even ask his name, Karen realized he was gone. She lay on the floor of her bedroom, well fucked and spent and enjoying the sensations inside her she had thought were gone for good.
"Michael never made me feel this good," Karen said to herself. A touch of sadness and some panic came along with this realization. She had cheated on her husband for the first time.
And it felt good, damned good! Now all she could think of was doing it again!
CHAPTER TWO
Karen lay flat on her back, legs spread wide as she stared at the ceiling. The warmth had faded in her pussy after the fine fucking she had gotten from the telephone repairman. Now she wanted more!
Restless, she sat up, her bare ass dragging over the rough bedspread. Spots of her cunt juice had stained the surface. She hardly noticed. The sexy blonde was too occupied with wondering how she was going to find more cock to fill her empty pussy.
Karen heaved a deep sigh, her nipples rubbing sensuously against the soft cotton of her T-shirt. This aroused her enough to force her to grab her shorts and pull them on. It was almost painful the way the tight crotch rubbed over her sex-sensitive pussy lips. She wiggled her hips and got the shorts on, then grabbed her purse and keys and headed for the door.
The repairman had gone, but the memory of him inside her snatch lingered. Her hand drifted down between her legs and she stroked slowly. Memories of cock kept her movingand she didn't know where.
Karen drove aimlessly for almost an hour, looking for something. When she saw the video store, she knew she had found it. She parked and hopped out, looking around for a-likely stud to give her what she needed. Guilt had long since passed. Cheating on her husband hardly seemed a problem any more. Michael wasn't giving her what she needed, so it was reasonable for her to find it on her own.
She swung into the video store and paused, looking around for-likely customers. Karen sighed. The store was empty.
"So I get a hot video and go home," she said, knowing this wasn't anywhere near as good as having a man's weight pressing her down, his hardness stroking fast and hard between her legs. "I can find a cucumber or something like that to use."
Even as she muttered to herself, she knew it wouldn't sate her rampaging desires. She had loosed a huge beast that threatened to devour her-and she wanted it to! She had been sexually uptight and deprived for too long. To hell with Michael and his absence. She'd fill the void.
Wandering up and down the aisles, she hunted for the XXX-rated videos but didn't see any.
"Can I help you?" came the question from behind. Karen jumped guiltily, as if the guy could read her thoughts and knew what she had done and what she wanted.
"I, uh, no, no thanks. I was just . . .looking." Her tone changed when she saw the young clerk. Maybe a college student working here for a few extra bucks. Or an aspiring film maker wanting to be close to the products he intended to make one day.
Right now, she wondered if he would consider making her. He was tall and muscular and had the look of a stud able to fuck all night and never stop. Just what she wanted. Just what she needed.
"If there is anything I can do.. . " he said, turning away. But he kept her fixed with his eyes, working over the thin T-shirt and the tight shorts and long, bare, inviting legs.
"There is something I wanted," Karen said, coming to a conclusion. She'd cheated once on her husband, so she might as well do it twice. And she was getting to enjoy the hunt for more prick to stuff all the way up her twat. Especially when its owner was as good looking as this tight-bunned, thick-chested love machine.
He smiled and waited for her. Karen moved closer. She pressed against him, felt the growing hardness in his jeans and knew he was "up" for anything she suggested. Even doing it here on the floor in plain view of anyone who happened to come in.
The notion of fucking in plain sight of others made her cunny cream. She moaned and wiggled her hips a little, trying to ease the feelings mounting within her so powerfully. Her tits rose and fell as she sucked in her breath. Karen gazed up into his eyes.
"I want you," she said in a husky whisper. "Now. Here." She reached out and cupped his crotch. The pillar of man-meat trapped behind the denim began to throb. She squeezed to let him know she meant what she said.
"Not here. In the back room," he said, his arm circling her waist. He pulled her closer as they walked to a locked door. The clerk fumbled to get out a key ring.
"Let me," Karen said. Her slender fingers wormed about in his pocket, stroking and pressing the man's hidden love wand. Pulling out the key, she shoved it into the lock and twisted it. She licked her lips and said, "That's what I want you to do."
"Stick it in and turn it?"
"And pull it out," she added. "And push it back in. A lot." She shoved the door open. The hot-to-trot blonde thought they were going into some dusty back room to fuck. Her eyes widened when she saw this wall-to-wall video love pad.
"You haven't seen anything yet," he said, walking to a desk. He bent over and flipped a couple of switches. The room lights dimmed and TV screens all around the room flickered to life.
"Wow," Karen said, staring at the hot and heavy action on the screens. Everywhere she turned men and women were getting it on in a big way.
"Ummm," the sultry blonde said when she felt the clerk moving behind her. "What is that?"
"Peter," he said.
"I love your peter," Karen said, reaching behind her and stroking over his hard buns, then moving her hands around to massage the lump throbbing at his groin.
"No, my name's Peter."
"And I'm horny," Karen said, spinning about and dropping to her knees. She eagerly unzipped his fly and let the eight-inch pecker come leaping out. She caught it in the palm of her hand and then stuffed it into her mouth, hungrily sucking. Peter groaned and shoved his hips forward. He wanted to bury his thick rod all the way down her throat.
Karen was willing, but she wanted more, too.
She curled her tongue around his pecker and then stroked over the hairy bag holding his churning balls. She felt every single throb of his heart. His cock danced and bucked as she moved her lips back and forth along its heavy length. She moved around so she could look past her tasty treat to a wall of TV screens.
To her surprise she saw herself giving Peter head.
"Yeah, I got the place rigged just right. Want to watch something else?" he asked. He laced his fingers through her silky blonde hair and pushed her away from his crotch. Every single inch of his spit-wetted cock slid from her red lips.
And it was all on television. She grinned widely and then dived down on his pecker again, watching every single sexy instant of it!
"You don't want to do that any more," Peter said, pushing her away. "Your mouth's too much for me. I don't want to cum too soon. I want more." He looked down at her, then reached over and drew up her thin T-shirt. Her naked boobs danced gently as she moved.
Karen saw every single twitch and sway on the TVs.
It made her so hot she was creaming. She needed Peter's sensational pecker inside her or she'd go crazy with need. She stood and slowly turned, seeing how he had arranged the screens. One wall captured her image a dozen times over. On the other walls, X-rated videos played.
"That one. Do that," Peter said, pointing to a scene between a dark-haired woman and a powerfully built man who moved in from behind to take her from the rear.
"You want to fuck me up the ass?"
"No, just from behind," he said. He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a rubber.
"I'll do that," she said. Let him watch his movies. She enjoyed seeing real action on the other TV-her actions. Karen caught up his balls and bounced them lightly on her fingertips. His erection trembled and jerked even higher and harder.
She slid the protection down slowly, caressing the sides of his fleshy rod. He moaned softly as she fingered him. And then she knew she was going to burst apart if she didn't get him inside her.
Spinning around, Karen shoved her ass-cheeks back into the circle of his groin. A quick wiggle or two positioned herself exactly right. Then the blonde leaned forward over the desk, balancing on her hands and looking straight ahead.
She gasped when she saw how completely the video cameras captured every movement, every angle. There had to be a half dozen cameras working to record her face and her ass and the way Peter worked himself forward. She actually saw as well as felt his rubber-sheathed cock sliding into her cunt.
Karen went weak in the knees as his thickness filled her. She tossed her head to get her long blonde hair out of her eyes and saw his face. He was staring at one of the videos playing. The guy was porking the brunette from behind, really ramming it in and out of her. Karen knew this was what Peter wanted to do to her.
She spread her legs slightly to allow him even better entry, then leaned forward.
"Do it, stud. Give it to me-every inch of that pussy pleaser of yours! I want it all!" Karen moaned softly as he bent forward and drove his pleasure spike into her from behind. The thick prick parted her cunt lips and caused them to tingle with friction from his rapid fucking.
But it was inside where he really stretched her to the limit. Karen gasped and groaned out her delight at having such a huge stud filling her pussy.
"Make it burn. Give it to me fast," she ordered. She tossed her head like a frisky filly and watched every detail of the fucking on the TVs. From the side she watched his cock disappear past the gentle curves of her ass-cheeks. From above she saw how she shoved her butt back into his body to accept him fully into her wanton manhole. And somehow Peter had rigged a camera that captured the entry of his cock into her cunny from below.
She saw her pussy lips parting and the fat stalk of his dong vanishing into her heated, moist interior. It looked as if his prick hunted through the jungle of her matted blonde pussy fur and then hid, only to return to its fleshy glory.
"Never felt a pussy this tight before," Peter said. He reached down and put his hands on her butt, then moved around to circle her waist. He pulled Karen back into the circle of his body, sending his boner back into its sultry sheath of aroused female flesh.
The blonde quivered with need. He wasn't doing it right. She saw how the guy in the video was moving, and Peter was busy trying to duplicate the movement rather than finding his own way of fucking.
"I love to watch you going in and out," Karen said, "but I want it faster. And stronger. Give it to me hard. Give it to me-"
His entry rattled her teeth and drove her flat onto the desk. Her tit flesh pressed against the surface. Her nipples pulsed with need as they mashed against the wood desktop. She reached out and clung to the edges of the desk to support herself. Over and over he fucked hard into her pussy, sending electric tremors throughout her body with every stroke. Still, it wasn't enough for Karen.
"More. Deeper, give me more!" she cried. She began ramming her butt backward to force him even deeper into her steamy sex tunnel. Her tender ass-flesh rubbed against the front of his jeans and stimulated her. The quivering length of cock inside her turned her on in a big way, but the combination of everything he did and watching it really set her off.
She pushed away from the desk and reached between her legs to catch the hairy bag holding his balls. She worked hard to squeeze and provoke them and finally gave up. He was moving too fast. He was fucking her with all the power locked within his hips, and she wanted to do nothing more than enjoy.
Warmth spread from her loins throughout her taut belly. It moved upward in a hot tide that caused her tits and shoulders to turn red in a flush of pure sex.
"Keep fucking," she cried out. "Give it to me-every inch of your cock. I want it inside me!"
Her words spurred him on. His cock flew back and forth, sliding faster and faster in and out of her tight twat. She blazed with the friction of his fucking. It set fire to her innards so much that she gasped for breath.
Sweat poured down her body, dribbled between her tits and dripped from her twat, her hard nipples pressing against the desk. She even felt the thick juices from her cunt oozing out around the plug of his prick and tickling down the insides of her thighs.
"Watch," she groaned. "See? We're stars. Better than any of them!"
The sight of Peter fucking her from a dozen different angles shoved Karen over the edge. Orgasm smashed at her like a heavy fist. And then it shook. Hard. Her entire body was caught in the muscle lock of climax.
"So gooood!" she cried out. Her cunt was afire with the force of his fucking. Her tits bobbed and bounced and excited her with their swaying movement. And his hands! He moved them all around her waist, over her pussy mound, brushed her clit, did things to her.
Seeing all this gave Karen another, bigger cum.
She thought the top of her head would explode. Through her intense peak of complete sexual delight she watched Peter stroking away from behind. She started to say something to urge him on but felt his thickness within her jerking even harder. It hardly seemed possible, but the already huge cock grew in size until Karen thought it would rip her apart.
"I can't hold back," he sobbed out. "I've got to cum!
And he did. His balls tightened and his prick jumped and jerked as it hosed out thick white seed. Then he went limp inside her and withdrew.
Karen saw the rubber holding his cum begin to droop off his flaccid pecker. She wanted to laugh at the sight, but she held back. There was something missing.
It was his cock inside her that was gone. He hadn't been out of her cooze for ten seconds and already she felt hollow and needy. Karen wanted more, but Peter wasn't-likely to give it to her. Not in his sated condition.
"Babe, that was the greatest," he told her. "It's never been like that. So tight, so hard, so, so-"
She kissed him, cast a look over her shoulder at the steamy performance in the videos and knew what had gone on live had been even better.
"Did you record everything?" she asked him.
"I, uh, yeah."
"I want the tape from that camera," she said, pointing to one screen where she had gotten the best view of his cock fucking deep and hard into her blonde pussy.
"You're not mad I taped it all?"
"I'm only mad that we can't do it again," she said, her hand gripping the limp hose dangling from his fly and knowing he was drained. If she wanted more cock it would have to be from somewhere else.
Videotape in hand, Karen left the store and got into her car. For a few seconds, she sat with a shit-eating grin on her face. Then it hit her.
"What am I doing?" she wailed. "I'm cheating on my husband. And I want to do it again!"
Karen drove off with a screeching of tires, headed for home. If she stayed out any longer, she knew she'd weaken and go looking for some other stud to service her.
CHAPTER THREE
Karen pulled up in her driveway and just stared into space for a while. She was torn apart by too many conflicting emotions to even get out of the car. She had cheated on her husband. She had let another man stick his cock into her-no, two other men. Worst of all, she had loved it!
But Michael had neglected her. She was a young, sexy woman with needs that had to be fulfilled. Sitting around the house all day not doing anything but watching TV was driving her crazy. Without any good loving from Michael, boredom was driving her sex crazy.
She fingered the videotape made in the back room of the video store. A slow smile crossed her lips. That had been one good fucking, and she could watch it over and over. She had been surprised at the setup. Karen had been even more surprised at how good a cocksman the clerk had been. Every thrust of his hips had given her more pleasure, until she was cumming like a string of Fourth of July firecrackers.
Without even realizing it, her hand drifted to the tight crotch of her shorts. She began stroking back and forth, sending new tremors of desire through her body.
"No, stop it, you're making yourself into a slut, a whore, a cock-hungry nympho! You're no good."
Even as Karen put herself down for cheating on Michael, she knew she wanted more. She couldn't stop her desires. Trying was like sticking her finger in a leaky dam and hoping to hold back the flood.
Her middle finger slid under the leg of her shorts and found the gooey center of her desire. Karen closed her eyes and leaned back, letting the warm sunlight heat her face as her finger heated up her snatch. Finger-fucking herself wasn't the same as having a good, hard, long prick in her, but it was better than nothing.
"Nothing's all I'm getting from my own husband," Karen said bitterly. She slipped her cunt-juice-soaked finger from her pussy and rubbed it over her lips. Her quick, darting tongue licked up some of the creamy fluid and set her heart pounding.
"I'm getting to be a real pervert. I need to get my mind off sex." Karen climbed out of the car and went next door to her neighbor's house. Jennifer had a good head on her shoulders and would know what to say to ease the ache Karen was beginning to feel all the time. If nothing else, talking with another woman would keep her occupied in a wholesome way.
Before she could ring the bell, the front door opened. Standing in front of Karen was a tall, sleek brunette with tight curly hair, dancing eyes and a look that she knew a secret and wanted to share it.
"Hey, Karen, saw you coming over."
"What?" Karen demanded guiltily. "What do you mean you saw me cumming?"
"Coming over to ring my bell. Cool it, honey. You are one giant raw nerve ending. Let me get you something to drink. Something long and cool?"
"Long and hard and hot," Karen muttered under her breath, thinking Jennifer had not overheard. But the brunette smiled knowingly as she let Karen brush past her on the way to the kitchen.
Karen dropped to the sofa and took the drink from her friend. Without knowing it, Karen ran her fingers up and down the slick glass, letting the moisture there lubricate her fingers. She thought of Peter's love nest with the videos and cameras-and his pecker driving into her from behind. That had been so good.
But maybe it had been even better with the lineman. That encounter had been so unexpected. And hot. Very hot and something she had never done before. The surprise and the suddenness of his expert fucking had taken her by storm.
Karen crossed her legs and pulled her arms tight around her chest. She was turning herself on thinking of the times she had cheated on her husband. Both times.
She became increasingly uncomfortable the way she sat. Rubbing her crotch had turned her on, sitting with her arms crossed crushed her tits. Her nipples throbbed and pressed hard against her thin T-shirt.
Worst of all was Jennifer. She sat across from Karen, her eyes fixed on her neighbor as if she understood everything going on in her head. Jennifer drank slowly. For the first time, Karen noticed that her friend used a straw. Ruby lips curled around the straw, Jennifer sucked slowly and carefully, her pink tongue lavishing more care on the straw than it had to.
"What's wrong, honey?" Jennifer asked.
"It's like you're sucking off that straw."
"This?" Jennifer's lips pouted and then fixed on the end of the straw. She began sucking slowly. Karen watched the liquid rise in the straw and eventually vanish into the brunette's mouth. When she had sampled enough, Jennifer licked her lips. Watching the tip of her tongue make its slow, sensual tour had turned Karen on.
Everything was turning her on!
"I've got to go," Karen said uncomfortably.
"Wait, Karen, you're carrying a load of woe on your shoulders. Share it with me. What's eating you?"
"What?" Karen's eyes went wide again. Then she knew she had once more misunderstood Jennifer. Or had she?
"Sex," Jennifer said. "That's what it's all about, isn't it?"
"I didn't want it to be so obvious."
"Honey, the way you dress, it's got to be sex. And why not? That good-for-nothing husband of yours is never home. I bet he's got a girlfriend who's getting his cock. Is that it?"
"It might be," Karen said. "I don't know or much care. All I know is that I'm not getting it."
"But you got something this morning and it is tearing you apart. Don't let it. You deserve the best. You're the most beautiful woman I ever saw."
"Me?" This startled Karen. She thought Jennifer was gorgeous. It never occurred to her that her friend would think the same of her.
"You," Jennifer said firmly. She sat beside Karen, her hand reaching out to lightly touch one breast. The tit flesh beneath that light touch trembled. Karen started to protest when Jennifer's fingers caught the tight nub of flesh and tweaked, gently at first and then with increasing pressure. Tremors of desire turned into lightning bolts of craving she could not deny.
"So good," Karen moaned. "I wish.. . "
"You wish we could do this?" Jennifer leaned over and kissed Karen squarely on the lips. It took Karen by surprise. She started to object but ended up returning the kiss.
Her tongue touched Jennifer's and found a darting, wiggling counterpart. Their tongues dueled erotically and began chasing one another back and forth until Karen was gasping for breath. She reached out to push Jennifer away, only to find her hand pressing into the brunette's tits.
"Go on," whispered Jennifer, her tongue dancing in and out of the blonde's shell-like ear. "Do me. I want you to. And I know you want me to do you."
"But I've never-"
"Then it's time. You're going to drive yourself crazy unless you let out all that's bottled up inside you."
Karen was about to go crazy, but it wasn't from repressed sexual need. Jennifer's knowing hands found all the right places to touch her. Somehow, she had lost her T-shirt and was naked to the waist so Jennifer could stroke over her titties. The nipples hardened as excited blood hammered into them. Every touch across their rigid tops was magic.
"How does this feel?" asked the brunette. Her curly head moved down so her tongue found her friend's tit flesh-and then moved lower. Karen gasped when Jennifer's lips kissed her heaving belly and began working on the button fastening her shorts.
"No, please, no," Karen protested weakly. Her lips said one thing, her body said another. She had cheated on Michael twice already today. Now she was getting it on with her best friend-and it felt great!
Jennifer lifted Karen's ass-cheeks off the sofa and skinned her out of her shorts. Naked and yearning for more, Karen lay back to allow the other woman's head to press between her thighs. Jennifer's curly brown hair tickled her thighs. And her questing tongue drove squarely into the center of Karen's cunny.
The wet, probing touch was so different from a man's dick. The woman's tongue found new and wonderful places to inflame Karen's passions. When she dragged it back and forth over the tiny, erect little clit, Karen blasted into orbit. Her cum wasn't as intense as the one from Peter's hard-fucking pecker or the lineman's expert cocksmanship, but it was good. Damned good.
"More," Karen sobbed out. "Do me some more. I love the feel of your mouth all over my pussy."
"Sorry, honey. Can't do it."
"What?" Karen sat up and stared, wide-eyed. Jennifer couldn't stop now. Not after getting her so hot!
"You have to give to receive. Understand?" Jennifer rose and stepped back a pace. She reached up and began unfastening her blouse, one button at a time. Karen couldn't take her eyes off the brunette's chest as her huge boobs came tumbling out. They swayed back and forth hypnotically. like a mouse dazzled by a snake, Karen watched every second of the slow striptease.
"You want to nibble on these?" Jennifer offered, cupping her breasts and squeezing the nipples until they were red and hard.
"Yes," Karen said in a low, passion-choked voice.
"Or maybe I'd like you to lick this." Jennifer opened her jeans and began to wiggle sinuously, shucking off her pants and standing before her friend dressed only in pink thong underwear.
The brunette tugged on the thong and drew it away from her damp pussy mound, revealing a mat of curly brown fleece. Jennifer cast away her undies and stood there with her legs spread wide.
"Come here and lick my cunny," she ordered.
Karen was frightened at how fast she responded. She dropped to her knees and pressed her face into the tangled muff, her tongue reaching out to lightly caress the cunt lips offered so wantonly to her. She reached around and cupped Jennifer's fleshy ass-cheeks.
"Stuff your finger up my ass-hole," commanded Jennifer. "I want your tongue in my snatch and your finger up my butt!"
Karen had never done anything like this before. The sheer kinkiness of it made her breath come faster. Her own pussy creamed at the very idea of having sex with another woman, much less one as beautiful as Jennifer.
"Yeah, honey, that's the way I like it," the brunette said, a catch of rapture in her voice. "You do this like you're an old hand at it. Or an experienced tongue!"
Karen let Jennifer push her flat onto her back. Her finger slipped from the other woman's ass as Jennifer turned around. Somehow, Karen managed to keep her mouth pressed hard against the fragrant, tasty cunt opened so freely for her. And then she discovered what Jennifer was doing.
She felt a mouth working on her snatch even as hers worked all over Jennifer's. It took her only a second to realize Jennifer was showing her what she wanted done. They were engaged in mutual oral sex, but there were no bounds. They could do more, lots more.
Jennifer's hands opened Karen's ass-cheeks and delved deep for her tightly clenched anus. Karen duplicated this action, reaching up around Jennifer's fleshy butt to find her ass-hole. She pushed her finger in deep again and wiggled it around as her mouth kissed and licked and worked all over the brunette's cooze.
The thick, oily juices leaking out turned Karen on even more. She pressed her lips upon the other woman's cunt and began sucking. She licked and lapped up the luscious flow and then started tongue-fucking with a deliberate rhythm.
It was Jennifer's turn to duplicate what Karen had started. Karen shuddered when the brunette's tongue pressed between her trembling cunt lips and then surged deep into her churning fuck tunnel. Together, they began tonguing one another until Karen was thrashing about on the floor, locked under Jennifer's weight.
Rolling over so she was on top, Karen found herself better able to drive her tongue into Jennifer's cunt. The brunette's thighs pressed into either side of Karen's blonde head, but she hardly noticed, she was so deaf from the pressure. Her entire world was at the tip of her tongue where Jennifer's pussy lips were so invitingly open-and in her own twat.
"More," gasped Jennifer. "You've got me so close to cumming. Don't stop now!"
Karen licked over the slippery little clit popping up from between her friend's pussy lips and then sucked hard on it. Jennifer's body tensed. She arched her back and rolled from side to side, Karen's head trapped in a powerful hold. The entire time the orgasm ripped through her friend, Karen kept on sucking and licking and tongue-fucking.
The grip of complete sexual release left the brunette, and then it was Karen's turn to experience the ultimate in pleasure. She thought the way Jennifer had licked and sucked her before had been exciting.
Now everything came together. The finger-fucking in and out of her butt. The tongue working all over her moist snatch. The way that pink organ drove so far into her love channel. The tickles of long, curly hair on her inner thighs.
And knowing it was her best friend eating her out. Another woman was giving her this pleasure. She was cheating on her husband with another woman!
Karen shrieked out her joy as orgasm hit her like a ton of falling bricks. She trembled and tried to roll away from the sexually punishing tongue pushing in and out of her but couldn't. Jennifer held her too tightly. For that Karen was glad. She had never experienced such an intense cum. Ever.
Jennifer swung around and knelt between the blonde's widespread legs, looking down at her.
"Well? How was it?"
"I've never felt anything so good," Karen said honestly.
"Good. Then we can do it again!"
"Wait, no, I-" Karen's resolve not to cheat any more on her husband faded as Jennifer's knowing mouth worked down the silky insides of her thighs and then found new, sensitive places to stimulate orally.
Karen stared up at the ceiling. Her resolve not to engage in sex with anyone but Michael faded quickly as Jennifer did new and even more thrilling things to her. Then Karen reached down and pulled Jennifer up so she could kiss her fully on the lips.
The rest of the afternoon offered the best oral orgasms Karen had ever experienced.
CHAPTER FOUR
The water from the shower hit her trim body and ran between her boobs. Karen shivered deliciously at the tickling feel. She ran her soapy fingers up and down her body, pausing at her blonde-furred snatch and then up to cup her breasts. Squeezing gently, she moaned.
"So good," Karen said. She had spent the afternoon with Jennifer, doing everything possible with the other woman to turn herself on. It had worked. How it had worked! But she had come home to shower and found herself still horny.
"Not fair," Karen pouted. She thrust her head under the warm water and let it run through her long, blonde hair. "I want more." Her middle finger curled up and into her cunt. She began frigging herself, but it wasn't right. Not big enough.
It wasn't cock.
Karen shook herself and left the shower, using a big, fluffy towel to dry herself off. She grabbed a bright red tank top and slipped it on. She didn't bother with panties when she slithered into a pair of tight jeans. The rough denim felt so sexy against her bare snatch. She pulled the jeans up and sighed. The sensations rippling through her hinted at better times to come.
"Better I should cum," she said. Karen smiled at the memory of Peter and his imagine room at the video store. That had been so unexpected. But not now. She knew what to expect. Cheating on her husband had gone from something to feel guilty about to something adding to her pleasure.
Jennifer had shown her that much. Now Karen knew it was up to her own imagination to find ways of satisfying the itch that had been driving her wild for so long.
"Let Michael do what he wants while he's out there peddling flea collars. I'll get me some good, hard loving." She grinned broadly at the idea of how hard that loving might be with Peter.
Karen jumped into the car and drove straight to the video store. She slowed and then pulled into a loading zone to stare at the interior. Her heart sank. She had hoped Peter would be alone so they could get it on again.
Not only were there a dozen customers in the store, Peter stood beside an older man, obviously the owner, and listened to a lecture. Karen hoped the young clerk wasn't in trouble. She wanted to get it on again.
A thought hit her. She might be able to comfort him if he got fired. But she waited ten minutes, and Peter did not come out. If anything, he seemed more involved with the customers. Karen had to resign herself to waiting a lot longer for Peter.
"I can't do it," she decided. "I need something right now." She swung her car around and drove back to Jennifer's. The sultry brunette knew things Karen had only guessed at after seven years of marriage. Jennifer's tongue might not be as big as a man's pecker but it was almost as good and would do until Peter was free at the store.
Karen screeched to a halt and vaulted from the car. She went to her neighbor's back door and pushed right in without knocking. She froze when she saw Jennifer's husband, Chase, sitting at the kitchen table eating a sandwich. He looked up and smiled.
The way his eyes worked down her body sent a shiver through Karen. She had always thought Chase was one good looking stud, but he had a way of looking at her that made her feel uneasy.
Uneasy or sexy? She wasn't sure which it was. Before she had realized the world was wider than her own bed, it had been uneasy. Now she felt sexy as hell!
"You looking for Jen?" Chase asked. "She had to go to the store. She'll be back in an hour or so."
"I spent the afternoon with her. It was just that I-" Karen didn't know what to say. She found herself so tongue-tied that it was embarrassing.
"I know," Chase said, putting down the sandwich and wiping his lips on a napkin. "She told me everything. I always told her you were hotter than a summer day in hell."
"She told you?" Karen was shocked. "I didn't mean to do anything. It was-"
"It was great. That's what she said. She said you really got into it, too. Little wonder, a foxy chick like you. You're fantastic, you know."
Karen swallowed hard. Her heart hammered, and she felt herself responding to him. She certainly had not intended to come over and get it on with her best friend's husband-but she hadn't thought Jennifer would tell Chase about their lezzie lovemaking, either.
"Thanks.. .I think."
"It's more than a compliment," Chase said, coming around the table. He wasn't too tall, but he had wide shoulders and a thick chest. And Karen had always thought Chase had great buns. Her eyes couldn't focus on those parts of his anatomy, though. The growing bulge at his groin held her complete attention. He was getting turned on simply by looking at her.
Just as she was getting hot thinking about what his cock might feel like in her needy cunt.
"You wanted more, didn't you? Sorry, Jen's going to be a while. Will I do?" Chase ran his zipper down and let a huge, purple-tipped monster of a cock bob out of his pants.
"You want me to give you head?" Karen's mouth watered almost as much as her cunt at the thought.
"No," he said. "You might suck a little on it to get it ready, but I think it's about as hard as it's going to get."
"And long," the blonde said. "It's so long!"
"Long enough to ream out your ass-hole?"
The words sent a shiver up Karen's spine. She had never been corn-holed. Michael refused to even talk about that. It seemed so kinky to her, so forbidden. Maybe that was why Chase's suggestion turned her on the way it did.
"I-I don't know about that," she stammered.
"Here." Chase went to a cabinet drawer and pulled out a foil-wrapped condom. He gave it to her.
"Up the ass?" Karen's voice quavered.
"Up your gorgeous ass," Chase said firmly. "I want to fuck your ass-hole, and I know you want the same thing. Don't you, Karen?"
"Yes!"
She stripped away the foil and quickly stroked up and down his shaft. It took a few seconds to unroll the latex around his prong. She stared at the way the sheathed dick jerked and trembled, eager as a racehorse to get into the starting gate.
"Turn around," he said, the bark of command in his voice. Karen obeyed without thinking. She closed her eyes and reveled in the way his hands stroked over her body, across her bare midriff and then lower. Much lower.
His stubby fingers worked under the waistband of her tight jeans and then unbuttoned the front. Chase slowly, carefully, slipped her jeans down around her ankles. She started to kick free.
"Don't," he said sharply. "I like having your legs all tied up."
"Do you want me to get out of the tank top?"
"Leave it on. I don't want to fuck your tits. I want to butt-fuck you." Chase's hands stroked over the bare curves of her ass-cheeks, giving her a hint of what was to come.
"I'm not sure about this, Chase. What would Jennifer think if she caught us?"
"Let her. What would Michael think if he caught you bent over the table like this?" Chase shoved her forward. Karen's tits mashed flat on the kitchen table. Hard pebbly nipples throbbed as her excitement mounted. She wasn't able to move her feet. Her jeans tangled around her ankles and kept her immobile.
The way Chase moved unseen behind her forced her imagination to work overtime. All she really knew was the way his hands stroked and caressed her rounded butt.
"So silky. And I've always gotten a hard-on when I looked at a blonde. Especially you, Karen. You are beautiful, but you need training."
"T-training?"
"I need to teach you real pleasure. You're too uptight. This will give you a glimpse at all you've been missing."
His finger drove between the thick slabs of her ass-cheeks and brushed across her ass-hole. Karen groaned as the fingertip bounced off the tightly held anal sphincter and then moved down lower. He reached between her thighs and came up in front.
Chase's fingers rubbed across the tangled bush where his wife had put her mouth only hours earlier. Karen remembered that feminine tonguing, but this was no small oral organ. This was a man's hand. And his fingers were pushing into her creaming twat.
"Finger-fuck me," she begged. "Get me off!"
"I'll get you off, in a minute or two," Chase promised.
"Don't wait. Do it now!"
"Greedy bitch," he laughed. He dipped repeatedly into her cunt, then pulled free. She thought he was lubricating the rubber with her own juices. That meant he was getting ready to take her up the back.
"Wait, Chase, I don't want-oh!" Karen tensed when the blunt tip of his pecker banged against her anus. He reached around her waist and pulled her back into the curve of his body. She had been in this position before today, with Peter. But the video store clerk had aimed his meaty rod into her pussy.
This time she was going to get her ass fucked.
And it frightened her.
"Please, Chase, no. I don't think I can take it. You're too big, too thick. I.. .I.. .aieee!" Karen's entire body got caught in an earthquake of sudden carnal hunger. She had feared Chase's prick. Now she wanted it all!
She felt stretched to the limit. His thick plug of cock surged deeper into her virgin rear and lay hotly within her, giving her a joy she had never experienced before. When he reached around her waist and pulled her back firmly into his body, he sank another inch up her ass-hole.
Karen thought she would faint from the invasion. It was so big, so hot, so intoxicating. She felt every twitch and jerk of his huge pecker buried in her tightest passage.
"Still want me to quit?" he tormented her. Chase began pulling out of her.
"No, don't. I love it. The feeling is so wonderful. You can't, no!"
Karen tried to squeeze down and hang on to him. But Chase's cock slid from her ass-hole and left behind only emptiness and intense longing.
"Oh? You want me to shove it back in. like this."
"Yessss!"
His prick raced back up into her until he was buried as far as possible. She reached between her legs and groped around, finding the dangling hairy bag holding his balls. She began massaging it.
"Hey, none of that. You're too tight. You're crushing my cock flat. You'll make me cum too fast if you keep that up."
"Fuck me, fuck my ass!" Karen begged. The sultry blonde had never been more alive. The man's hard-on up her ass-hole burned and throbbed and turned her weak with desire. To feel it fucking fast and hard, in and out, giving her a royal reaming was all she could think of.
"If you want it, you'll get it. I never found an ass this snug. You weren't lying when you said you were cherry up here, were you?"
"No, now fuck my ass!" she cried. Karen gripped the sides of the table to brace herself as Chase came rushing back into her. He slammed her forward. Her anus took him full length and tried to hang on. He was too strong. He slid back out, only to come rushing back in with a powerful motion of his hips.
He settled down to a slow, sure fucking motion that drove Karen wild. Not only did his hot cock inside her stir passions she had thought to be long dead but the rubbing of his body against her taut butt inflamed her, too.
Most of all, she found having her jeans tangling her ankles kept her from moving too much. Being imprisoned this way limited how she moved-and the bondage added to the stimulation she received from his hands and cock and her own rampaging emotions.
"So fucking hot and tight!" grunted Chase as he began to speed up his thrusting. "I never thought you'd be so good. Blonde pussy is always good, but blonde ass is even better!"
Karen was past being able to speak. Stark delight paralyzed her tongue. She pressed her cheek against the kitchen table and held on to keep from falling on the floor. Every thrust of Chase's hips shoved her forward powerfully. She took every single inch of his long cock into her burning ass-hole, but it was the thickness that gave her the most intense pleasure. Chase's cock was huge and strained her tender anus with its circumference. The fires lit by his hard fucking from behind grew until she thought he was ramming into her with a stick of dynamite.
"I can't hold back," she sobbed out.
"I can't either. Your butt is too tight and scorching hot for me. You're going to burn my cock right off."
"like this?" Karen tensed as he plunged back up her rear, rattling her teeth. She felt every bump and curve along his dick with her sensitive inner tissues. And the friction of him moving within her set her off.
She came. The orgasm almost blacked her out it was so powerful. She had liked sex from the first time she lost her cherry in high school, but never had Karen experienced anything this intense or electrifying.
Behind her Chase whaled away, his pecker moving furiously. Through her own cum she felt his cock growing larger in its tight berth, and then he gasped with his own climax.
"So good, so fucking good!" Chase called out.
Karen felt a curious mixture of relief and longing when his prick finally went limp inside her and slithered out, spent. She was burned out, but still she wanted more.
It had started out with an unintentional fling with the lineman. She hadn't meant to cheat on her husband then. The quick fuck had simply occurred and she had been left confused and agitated afterward. But things had changed in the past few hours.
She wanted to cheat on Michael now. Karen craved other men's cocks, women's tongues and anything else possible to take her up the cunt and ass-hole and any other orifice she could offer.
The young blonde was finding out about her own needs and desires and how much she was capable of enjoying sexually. And it surprised Karen to discover it didn't have to be only with a man. The way Jennifer's tongue had ignited her hungers told her more than reading a million books ever could. She had been holding too much back and was ready now to let it all go!
With Chase and Jennifer and Peter and anyone else she could find!
CHAPTER FIVE
"I have to go, Chase," Karen said, pulling up her jeans from around her ankles. She still burned inside from the way he had fucked her up the butt. When he had gotten into really fucking, she thought he would cram his hot, fleshy rod all the way through her body and out her mouth.
"I'd say you certainly came," the stocky man said, laughing. He jerked the condom from his limp pecker and tossed it into the trash. "You want more, come on over."
"I'll cum," Karen said, smiling wickedly. "Count on it."
"You certainly wore me out. For the time being," he said, taking his schlong and shaking it in her direction. "Give me another chance to show you what I can do."
"I will later," she promised, but as Karen left she found herself feeling horny all over again.
"How can I?" she asked herself. "I just got the fucking of my life! And I'm horny again!"
She sat in her car, thinking hard. There wasn't any reason to go back to Chase. She had worn him out completely. And Jennifer wasn't due home from the grocery for a while.
"The grocery," Karen said slowly. "I can find Jennifer there, and we can get it on. By the time we finish, Chase will be ready again and-" She closed her eyes and heaved a deep sigh. She was acting as if Chase were her exclusive property.
It took a new way of thinking for her to realize she was cheating on her husband, not simply going to the store. Still, the lure of sex was too much for her. She started the car and drove off, heading past the video store, just to be sure Peter was still busy. He was. If anything, the number of customers in the store had doubled.
"I was lucky to get him alone this morning," she realized. This caused her to press down harder on the gas pedal and race to the grocery store. The hunger in her pussy was growing by the minute. Karen wasn't sure she could stand it much longer without going crazy.
For too long she had denied her feelings. Now that she had let out her true sexual nature, nothing was going to stop her from getting what she needed most. Nothing!
She didn't see Jennifer's car and began to worry her sultry brunette neighbor might have gone to a different store. Or Jennifer might have finished shopping and driven somewhere else. If that were true, Karen could never hope to track her down. She might as well return home and wait.
That did nothing to ease the need within her. Her rump burned from the fucking Chase had given her, and her pussy yearned for more cock, too. Or even a good tonguing. Anything in her cunt would be just fine to tide her over until Chase or Peter could give her what she really needed.
She hopped from the car and went into the store, to see what she might find. Karen had heard all the stories about how guys tried to pick up chicks by asking dumb questions. It had never happened to her, but until this instant she had always tried to keep other men at a distance. Now she wanted to attract them like a magnet.
It didn't take long before she had a grocery cart full of food and not a single guy asking her so much as the time. She had started to approach a couple of studs but had backed down when their wives or girlfriends had returned to them.
"That's the way it always is," Karen grumbled, trying to hold down her feelings. Whenever she wanted something, it was never available.
"How's that?" asked the checkout clerk.
"Nothing. Let me have plastic," Karen said, covering up. It didn't matter to her. Plastic bags or paper sacks. Neither did anything to fill the void between her thighs.
"I'll get a carry-out for you," the clerk offered. Karen started to turn down the offer until she saw the clerk motioning to an assistant manager. The guy was in his early twenties and well built. A thatch of sandy hair fell into his eyes. He pushed it back with a quick, nervous gesture. Everything about him and the way he moved turned her on.
But right now, she'd get turned on looking at the cucumbers in her sack.
"Rick, all the carry-outs are on break. Would you mind helping this lady?"
"Not at all," Rick said. "I'll be happy to help out however I can." He smiled and Karen almost came. She fought to keep a tight rein on her runaway emotions. There was no way she could get this guy's hard cock out of his pants and into her twat. All he was doing was taking out her groceries, groceries she hadn't really needed in the first place.
She smiled and indicated that she had parked her car at the far side of the lot. She walked in front of Rick, unconsciously twitching her rear as she went. Karen became aware of what she was doing when Rick let out a low wolf whistle.
"What?" she asked, turning to look over her shoulder. This pulled her tank top tighter around her chest, emphasizing the swell of her boobs. The hard little pebbles capping her tits pressed firmly against the fabric, revealing her own arousal.
Even a wet spot growing at her crotch was giving away the lust she was trying to keep a secret.
"It's a hot day," Rick said. His eyes locked on hers. Even a day earlier, Karen would have felt uncomfortable with the naked lust she read there. Not now. She felt it at least as much as Rick did.
"Put it in," she said boldly.
"In the trunk?" Rick asked.
"In me," she said hotly. She moved a little closer, her legs parting so she could lock her thighs around his upper leg. He reached out and lightly brushed across her tits. She thought he had plugged himself into an electric light socket. The tingle that passed through her almost made her cum.
"Where can we--? "
She pulled Rick forward. He dumped the groceries into the front seat, and she dragged him into the back. He sprawled across the seat, legs sticking out the car door. Karen pounced on the bulge in his pants. Eagerly drawing down the zipper with a metallic hiss, she smiled broadly when she saw the long hunk of man-meat that leaped out.
"Mine!" she cried, diving down to engulf the cock with her mouth. Rick moaned with pleasure as she got down to giving him the best head he had ever received. She sucked in as much of his hardness as she could, then used her tongue to tease and torment the sensitive part under the tip.
"Wow, I never got this hard so fast," he told her. His fingers laced through the long locks of blonde hair and guided her head up and down in the motion he liked most.
She ran her tongue the entire length of the underside of his prick, then tried to suck in his hairy balls. He was thrashing about on the car seat, beginning to protest.
"I'm gonna get fired if the boss sees me."
"You're the manager," she said from around the tasty plug of cock she had in her mouth. Her eager tongue worked around the end and tried to sneak down the slit. Every move made his pecker quiver and jerk harder. She even tasted a bitter drop of pre-cum. She had gotten him to the point of cumming in only a few seconds!
Karen felt a glow of pride in the effect she had on sexy studs like Rick. He could have any woman-and she had him all to herself!
"Somebody might see. We'll get busted." He struggled to sit up. Reaching past her, he grabbed the door and closed it for a small measure of privacy.
Sitting upright made his dick point toward the roof of the car. Karen sucked in her breath. Eating cock was fun, but she remembered the emptiness in her pussy. She had to have every single inch of that rock-hard pleasure pump inside her cunt.
With a lithe movement, she swung her leg over his lap and straddled him. Facing Rick, she stared into his eyes for a moment, then kissed him hard. He returned the kiss with growing fervor.
"To hell with being fired. It'll be worth it if I can get my rocks off with you!"
"No talking," she said. "All I want is fucking!" Her own language scared Karen. She didn't talk this way. But then she didn't cheat on her husband, either. But she had to have this stud's fuck-pole reaming her out.
She worked hard to get out of one leg of her jeans. In the cramped space it was strenuous work, but Rick helped. Delightfully, his hands worked over her naked ass-cheeks and even dipped into the meaty canyon between them as he stripped away the cloth between them and carnal delight.
"Stick it in and fuck hard," she urged.
"Wait, no," Rick gasped. She shoved her tongue deep into his ear and rolled it around, making coherent thought difficult, if not impossible. "Protection. I ought to have a rubber."
"In the bag," she said. "Somewhere. Don't take too long, though. I can't wait."
Rick bent forward, crushing his chest into her tits. Karen closed her eyes as he rubbed back and forth in his hunt through the bags for the pack of condoms she'd bought. Karen had hardly realized she was buying them at the time. Now she was glad she had. She wasn't going to pass up having sex with this seductive, well-hung lover because of a lousy piece of latex.
"Got it!" Rick cried.
"I know you've got it. And a lot of it," Karen said, her fingers curling around the thickness of his tool. Together they got the rubber on his big pecker. Karen wasted no time lifting her pert butt up and positioning her blonde-rimmed pussy over the thick, purple cap.
"Ready?" she said. "Ready for rapture?"
Rick never got the chance to answer. Karen simply relaxed and plunged downward. His huge pecker rammed hard and deep into her creaming cooze. The waves of desire passed from her pussy and rippled throughout her body.
She arched her back and ground her crotch down hard to get every single inch possible into her needy cunt. Then she lifted again, bending forward slightly to make it drag across a different section of her most intimate flesh. He filled her cunt to overflowing and she wanted all the friction from fucking she could get.
"I feel like you're going to rip me apart," she gasped out. "You're a giant! That cock! It.. .it's more than I can take."
"You're tight, that's what's getting us both hot," Rick said. "Don't stop fucking yourself. Do it now!" His hands reached out and circled her waist, lifting her a few inches. Then Karen plummeted down again, grinding her sensitive cunt lips into his groin. The pecker filling her so full threatened her sanity. She was getting a sex overload.
This spurred her on. She rose and fell faster and faster, fucking herself on his upright manhood. His fuck stick throbbed and twisted around inside her moist tightness as she felt her control slipping away. The sex-starved blonde had wanted to make this fucking last forever. She had wanted to keep going furiously until she sated her runaway desires, but she couldn't control herself.
Karen let out a low moan of stark desire and knew she wasn't able to keep on with this frantic fucking much longer.
"You're burning me out," Rick said. "Fuck faster. Do it to me. Do it now!"
His words spurred her on. The warmth from his cock moving up and down along her cunt walls spread like a gasoline fire, burning her loins and working upward. She felt a flush rising on her tits and shoulders and neck. Then the warmth turned into a raging forest fire in her brain and cunt and tits.
Karen climaxed.
The orgasm smashed through her and caused her pussy to clamp down hard on the cock hidden inside it. Rick gasped at the sudden pressure.
"Can't keep this up much longer. You're so fucking tight!" he cried out.
Karen arched her back and tried to find a new angle for his dick to enter her cunt. Hips rotating, she threw herself around in search of an elusive double cum. The pressures mounted within her again, but she couldn't quite climax.
"Fuck me," she gasped, leaning forward to bury her face in his shoulder. "I need more." She was almost sobbing. The sexual tensions remained, in spite of the cum. If she didn't get off again quickly, Karen worried the feelings in her might push her over the edge. Cheating on her husband was one thing, but going out and wantonly spreading for any guy who came along in hope of finding the perfect fuck was not for her.
"Your wish is my command," Rick told her. He reached under her and cupped her buttocks. Squeezing the fleshy meat he found there, he guided her up and down in a slower, less frantic movement.
Karen started to protest. She needed the heat of a good fucking to get off again. Then she realized what he was doing. He was saving himself. He wanted to keep going as long as he could.
The notion Karen had almost robbed him of his control in a flash gave her a tingle of stark enjoyment. The pressure from his hard-on wedged so tightly against her trembling cunt walls built slowly. And the way he kissed and licked at her face and neck and ears added to the thrill.
Her emerald green eyes flickered open and she looked across the parking lot. She was fucking in the back-seat of her car like some teenager at a lover's lane. The idea someone might drive past and see her fucking her brains out with Rick added to the exhilaration. She was cheating on Michael with a guy she didn't know-but who certainly knew how to pleasure her.
"Give it all to me, stud muffin," she whispered hotly in his ear. Then Karen was past being able to speak coherently.
His hands lifted and dropped her, stroking over the sleek curves of her silky-fleshed ass-cheeks. Every time she went down, his cock impaled her squarely. A lewd squishing sound told how aroused she was. The oily juices leaking from her pussy dribbled down her thighs and tickled. This turned her on even more.
Everything turned her on. Being discovered. Hard cock. The way his hands cupped her butt. The feel of her heart hammering. The way her tits pressed into his broad chest.
And his cock! His hard-driving, cunt-filling pecker gave her more satisfaction than she would have thought possible. She had been deprived of such pleasure for too long.
"Fuck me good," she urged.
And Rick did.
He had been building speed, lifting and dropping her down on his prick until she was sweating heavily. Her breath came in ragged gasps and she could hardly think straight any more. And still he fucked her. His cock screwed hard into her and then slowly left, leaving nothing but yearning for a new thrust. It came fast. Hard. Faster. Harder.
Karen began trembling like a leaf in a high wind. And then she felt the waves of fire washing through her body again as orgasm hit her. The difference this time came from Rick.
His cock expanded in its tight sheath of female flesh and threatened to rip her apart.
Her hips flew up and down, taking his cock so fast and hard it ignited another orgasm that tore the top off her brain. Karen screamed out her complete and total ecstasy and thrashed about wildly, speared on Rick's fleshy rod.
"That was fantastic," Karen said, slumping back against the front seat. She stared at Rick. He seemed pale and drawn.
"Never felt that good," he said in a low voice. "Now how am I supposed to go back to work after a fucking like that?"
Karen laughed and lifted her leg around him. She wiggled into her jeans. The heat in her cockpit remained. The pleasure from a good fucking always lingered for a while. She thought this might remain for a long, long time. It hadn't been a good screw-it had been a great one.
"Next time you want something carried out, ask for me, will you?" asked Rick.
"The next time I want my ashes hauled, I'll come for you." She laughed. "As good as you are with that cock of yours, I'll always cum for you!"
Karen drove away, finally sexually satisfied for the first time in years. She had to get it by cheating on Michael.
And she didn't care!
CHAPTER SIX
"What a day," Karen said to herself as she went into her house. She had thought to call on Chase and Jennifer to tell what she had done. Her swinging neighbors would have gotten a kick out of listening to the way she and Rick had gotten it on in the parking lot.
She sighed. She'd get a thrill out of telling them what she had done. Her pussy was still warm from the fine fucking she had received at the grocery. Dropping onto the sofa, she grabbed the remote controller and turned on the TV. Karen flipped idly through the channels, finding nothing to interest her.
As she was about to get something to eat, she heard a car outside. Karen jumped to her feet and went to the door just in time to see Michael coming through.
"You're home," she said, a mixture of happiness and loss hitting her. She had spent the entire day cheating on him, from the lineman through their neighbors and a video clerk to a grocery store manager. Every single last one of them had given her more pleasure sexually than Michael had in the past seven years.
But Karen had to be honest. It hadn't been that way when they were first married. She had really enjoyed getting it on with her husband. She just wasn't too sure when he had stopped agreeing to sex and had started saying he was too tired.
"I didn't think you'd be back for a couple more days," she said.
"Rough trip," he said, dropping his suitcase beside the door. "I have to leave again tomorrow morning."
"Good!" she said. The blonde clapped her hands together in glee. "That means we've got tonight together!" Karen remembered the way Rick's cock had filled her. She wanted Michael's to do the same, to give her the same thrill, to give her the complete sexual satisfaction she had developed such a hunger for.
"Later," Michael said. He ran his hand through his thinning hair. Karen didn't mind he was losing his hair, even if it did bother Michael. She thought it looked sexy and had heard it was a sign of excess male hormones. But he walked away, ignoring her as usual.
She followed him into the bedroom. He dropped his coat onto the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt.
"You wouldn't believe how rough it is out there, Karen," he said. "Nobody's buying, the companies are all cutting back, no one wants to do anything because they're scared shitless of being laid off."
"That's nice," she said, coming up behind him. She reached around and started unbuttoning his shirt for him. She pulled his shirt off and threw it on the floor. Karen stopped him when he bent to pick it up.
"Don't," she said, her imagination running wild. It had been too long since they had enjoyed a good lay. Together, she hastily added. She had been cheating on him all day long. It was time to get back into the bed where she belonged.
The sultry blonde reached around Michael's waist again and undid his belt and pants. She pulled the pants down and let him turn in her arms. Dropping to her knees put his crotch at just the right level. Karen bent forward and kissed the bulge in his boxer shorts. She had always gotten off on him wearing boxer shorts. It was so easy to reach inside and pull out his prick.
"What are you doing?" he asked peevishly. "I said I was tired. It was a hell of a drive and-"
"And your little friend's not too tired," Karen said, coaxing his dick to rigidity. She popped the semi-rigid pole into her mouth and began sucking. She felt it coming to life under her agile tongue. This excited her as much as the idea that she was going to get it on with Michael.
He pulled away. "Stop that," he said. "I told you I was too tired."
"Too tired for me to give you head? I thought guys liked it when a woman sucked on their prick." She looked up at him, an idea crossing her mind. "Or maybe I ought to have said, a naked woman!"
Karen quickly stripped off her tank top and threw it aside. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide, then carefully closed them to lift off the floor and wiggle free of her jeans. She was completely naked.
To entice Michael, she opened her long legs again. This time her blonde pussy was completely exposed. She reached between her slender legs and used her fingers to spread her pinkly scalloped pussy lips. By lifting her ass off the floor and thrusting upward, she opened her manhole even more invitingly.
"See anything you want to sink into?" she asked. Karen licked her lips slowly in an erotic way she hoped would excite Michael.
It didn't.
"I want to take a shower. I don't have the energy for this. What's gotten into you, anyway?" He went into the bathroom and closed the door, leaving her on the floor all alone.
"I ought to tell you what's gotten into me today," Karen said bitterly. She'd had more cock in her cunt today than her husband had given her in the past six months. And she had loved every instant of it!
But she wasn't going to leave now, not when she was getting Michael all good and hard for a fucking session such as they hadn't enjoyed in years. Naked and determined, Karen got to her feet and went to the bathroom door.
She put her hand on the doorknob but hesitated. Then she opened the door. Michael had already climbed into the shower and soaped himself down.
"You want company, Michael?" she asked. "I need to take a shower, too."
His answer was mumbled. Karen didn't mind. She knew she had to coax him into having sex. Wrapping her leg around the side of the door, she pushed the round doorknob firmly into her moist, delicate flesh. She shivered with anticipation as she rocked back and forth.
"Look at me, Michael. I'm fucking myself on the doorknob. I'm getting off on it!" And she was. Karen let the strange feel of the knob pressing into her pussy lips spread through her loins. She was panting by the time she tossed her long blonde hair back and looked over her shoulder in the direction of her husband. She had hoped he would get turned on seeing her fucking herself like this.
He hadn't even pulled back the shower curtain.
For an instant, Karen was angry. Then she became more determined. The feelings building inside her were not to be denied. She had to have the release of a good, hard cum or she would go crazy. All day long she had been getting cock. The horny blonde wasn't going to stop now.
She went to the back of the shower and pulled open the curtain. Michael stood under the shower, eyes closed and lost in a world all his own. She was going to make that world a lot more fun.
The lovely blonde slipped into the tub and dropped to her knees. She inched forward in the downpour, closing her eyes and using her hands to find her target. Fingers curling around the limp prick dangling between Michael's legs, she caught it and began massaging.
"Hey, what are you doing, Karen? I told you-" Michael's words were cut off when she applied her lips to his dick. She had learned a lot of fun things today. Karen used them. She ran her tongue in a wide circle around the very end, finding the most sensitive area under the cleft head. Trying to get her oral organ down the narrow slit at the end wasn't possible, but trying excited both of them.
Karen let the water pour over her head and run down her body, each tiny stream tickling and exciting her that much more. She knew Michael was getting turned on, in spite of his protests. His cock was stiffening under her lips. She sucked hard and drew him into her oral cavity. Tongue working hard, she teased every single square inch of flesh she could find.
Then she deep-throated him.
He gasped in astonishment. Karen almost gagged but held on. She had never done this before and it thrilled her more than she had thought possible. She pulled back a little let the cock slide from her throat. This way she was able to kiss and lick and give it the full attention it deserved. It had hardened from a worthless noodle into a fully functional cock capable of fucking her long and hard.
"I want you, Michael. I want your pecker inside me where it will do us both the most good."
like a snake climbing a tree, she stood, her arms and legs wrapped around his soap-slick body. The movement of her flesh across his thrilled her more than it had in years. She hooked her legs around his right thigh and began masturbating herself, his hairy leg rubbing sensuously against her naked cunt lips.
"So good," she cooed. "I love the feel of you doing that," Karen said, although she was doing it all. She felt his cock snapping to attention but it still wasn't hard enough for what she wanted.
"Don't," Michael protested, but his words were barely whispered. She was getting to him.
Reaching down, Karen caught his cock and began stroking up and down its length. This caused him to turn steely hard. She was ready for him. And he was definitely ready for her.
With the water pouring down over their naked bodies from the shower nozzle, she widened her stance and positioned herself so his purple-tipped pecker brushed along the edges of her furry cunt lips.
Tremors of desire ripped into her. With a sudden movement, she rose up and came down, his fleshy cock burying itself balls deep in her gooey twat.
"Good, so good!" she cried. The emptiness in her snatch was gone now. She was completely filled with throbbingly hard cock.
His arms circled her and held her close. She clung to him and began wiggling from side to side. This stirred his pussy pleaser around in her cunt like some fat spoon in a mixing bowl.
Her fingers roamed endlessly up and down his strong back, slipping and sliding in the soap she found there. The slickness duplicated the oily juices leaking out of her cooze and lubricating his slowly moving hunk of cockflesh.
"I want more, Michael, I want lots more!" she cried. The hot blonde curled one leg entirely around his waist and stood on tiptoe on the other. This opened her fully to his carnal explorations.
He did not argue this time. He cupped her ass-cheeks and lifted enough to bounce her up and down on his pole. The friction of cock against cunt set the fires blazing in her trim young body. Karen gasped and moaned as she fucked herself in the shower.
The warm water turned her on in a big way. It cascaded down over her head and face and left her blonde hair in long strings. She tossed her head from side to side. The hair acted as a wet whip to lash against her back and excite her even more. But the real action came lower, much lower.
Michael's strong hands grabbed handfuls of meaty ass-cheeks and pulled, trying to rip them from her body. As he tugged and kneaded, his cock was moving up and down in her drooling pussy. The fucking began to take on a more ardent tone.
Their passions were growing. They were turning each other on and getting into it like they used to years earlier.
"Give it to me," she moaned as she clung to his strong body. "Give me every inch of that hard cock of yours!"
He kissed her neck and nibbled at her ear-lobes as he began stroking longer, deeper, harder. Every thrust threatened to rip her in two. For a moment, Karen thought he was trying to drive his pleasure spike all the way through her body until it came out her mouth.
That would have been fine with her as long as he didn't stop. She hungered for the feel of the animal heat building in her snatch. Twisting from side to side added to her excitement, turning around the fast-driving hot knob within her tight cunt.
Her brain spun in crazy circles as passion mounted. Her brain thought of weird things. Knob. She was being fucked by a knob, a doorknob, a knobby ended cock, a thick pole, a flagpole, and she had to have it all.
She got it and went wild with orgasm.
Karen jumped off the bottom of the shower and locked both legs around his waist. Clinging to him like a monkey, she fucked herself hard and fast on his prick until the orgasm that had begun ripped through her like a Kansas tornado.
Tossed this way and that, she rode on the winds of ecstasy until there wasn't a hint of emotion left within. She was completely drained. Or so she thought.
"You're still hard," she marveled. "I thought you'd have cum by now."
Michael didn't answer. His eyes were clamped shut. He bent back so he could lever his hips upward and try to sink even deeper into her body. She lowered her legs and tightened her pussy all around his hidden cock.
This set him off. She felt him expanding far inside her. The thick purple hood on top of his fuckstick spread out and the shaft throbbed.
How his cock flew in and out! The sultry blonde thought she was going to burn up with the friction.
This set her off again, just as the fiery tide of his cum blasted into her. Locked together at the groin, they rocked through an orgasm that possessed them both completely.
When she felt his dick melting inside her like an icicle in the summer heat, she felt robbed. Then she realized they had gotten it on in a way they hadn't for a year or longer. If Michael could fuck like this, there was no reason for her to look for other men. It had been great!
"I said I was too tired," he told her, pushing her away. "You finish showering. You've got cum all over your twat." He climbed from the shower, leaving her behind and confused.
Her pussy was well-fucked, and she felt great. But her head was spinning. She had given him the screwing of his life, and he acted as if it were nothing. He acted as if she were nothing.
Karen knew she'd have to do something about it. And it wasn't-likely to be with Michael.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Karen stirred and pulled the cool sheet up over her naked body. She squinted and looked at the clock. It was an hour before sunup, and Michael was already out of bed.
"Where are you going?" she asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She sat up, letting the sheet fall from her naked breasts. She wondered if her husband even noticed. It didn't seem that way.
"I told you. I have to get back on the road. It's a jungle out there and if I don't hustle, someone else will get the sales."
"Yeah, flea collars," she said, running her hands down under the sheet to touch her pussy mound. The empty feeling had returned. The brief fling with Michael in the shower had not been enough for her. "Come on back to bed. An hour won't matter."
"A minute matters. That's why I'll make it in business and you won't," he said, pulling on his coat. He looked down at her nakedness.
"You're acting real strange, Karen. Why don't you try to get out and do something?"
"I'd like to do something with you and your prick right now," she said She threw aside the bedclothes and patted the bed beside her. "Come on. I'll show you the time of your life."
"Why not go to that new gym? You can get in shape and work off some of that nervous energy. Gotta go." He bent and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and was out the door before she could think of a thing to say.
At first Karen wanted to cry; then she got mad. How dare he treat her like this? What was wrong with him? Karen lay back in bed and stared at the ceiling as her mind raced. Maybe Michael was right. Maybe going to the new gym and taking advantage of their opening special would burn off some of her frustration.
Not really believing that, Karen got out of bed and dressed in shorts and halter top. After a breakfast she hardly remembered eating and watching TV for a couple of hours, she got in her car and drove to the gym. But on the way she drove past the video store, hoping Peter might be able to give her some of the good loving he had the day before. Her heart sank when she saw he wasn't at work. Karen wondered if the boss would tell her where Peter lived. Dropping in on the sexy stud might be the surprise they both needed in their lives.
Then she knew that wasn't going to happen.
Hornier than ever, she went to the gym. The instant she stepped through the doors, her heartbeat quickened and she caught her breath.
"Can I help you?" asked a muscular guy behind the counter.
"I've died and gone to heaven," she said, eyeing all the bulked up studs working out on the machines and with free weights. Their trim, sweat-sheened bodies were better than hers, maybe, but not by much. Karen knew she was going to like this place just fine.
"I'm Van," the giant of a man said, moving out from behind the desk. "I can show you around and get you situated on the machines. You going to work out in those clothes?"
"Why not?" Karen looked down at her tight shorts and halter top.
"Usually the members wear looser fitting clothes, but for the first time that'll be okay," he said. He put his hand on the small of her back to guide her toward the workout machines. His touch was electric and set Karen to trembling. She wondered what it would take for him to offer to work out with her personally-and intimately.
"How long is it?" she asked. He turned and looked at her strangely.
"What do you mean?"
"The workout," she covered. "How long will it be?"
"Oh, that. Not as long."
"As what?" she asked. All she got was a positively lewd grin from the instructor. Karen decided she was going to enjoy going to the gym a lot more than Michael ever thought she would.
"This room's too crowded. We can go into the back room where there's some special equipment suited for you," Van said.
"Suited for a beginner?" Karen moved a little closer and rubbed her hip against his. She looked down past the rips and cuts of his heavily muscled belly and saw another muscle flexing. The bulge at this crotch was noticeable now. She wanted to give it a real workout and didn't think it would be too much longer. They were on the same wavelength.
"I don't think you're any beginner at this special exercise," Van said. He pointed to a weird machine with a padded seat and back. "Sit in it with your legs in those guides. Then tense your muscles and pull your legs together."
"What's that supposed to do?" Karen asked, sitting in the machine. Her legs were spread wantonly in a wide vee. She worked to close her legs and found it harder to do than she'd thought.
"It exercises the inner thigh muscles," Van said. "Right here." His huge hand lightly rubbed along her silky inner leg. Karen closed her eyes and let the touch set her emotions afire. It wasn't much, but it promised the world.
"I'm having some trouble with it," she said. "Can you help me out?"
"Those shorts of yours," he said. "They're too tight."
"Why don't I take them off?" she suggested. Her green eyes shot open and fixed on Van. Her eyes widened when she saw he was already ahead of her. He had stripped off the muscle shirt he wore and pulled down his gym shorts. He was clad only in a jock strap. She stared at the way his erection stretched the elastic.
"Isn't that getting painful?" she asked.
"Out of your shorts," he said, turning to the side so she could see his heavily muscled buns. Karen scrambled to get out of her shorts and back into the machine. She wasn't sure what he was going to do, but it had to be great. From the size of his pecker, it would be great!
Van turned to her and dropped to his knees. His hand ran down her belly and cupped the fleecy mound of her pussy. A finger curled about and dipped into her well of desire. Her entire body was tense now, but her cunt creamed out full evidence of her arousal.
"Good, so good," he said, bending lower. "A natural blonde. You'd be surprised how many bottle blondes come through here."
"You check them all out?" Karen teased.
He boldly stared at her. "All of them," he said.
"Check me out more," she said. Then the horny blonde gasped. Van's mouth closed over her snatch and began kissing. She writhed about but could not move too much. Being in the exercise machine was like being tied up. Karen found this incredibly sexy. And she wanted more. She let the machine widen her legs so Van could give her more than his tongue.
Van saw the action and straightened. Her pussy juices shone on his lips as he bent forward to kiss her throat and neck and nibble at her ears. His tongue shot out and drilled into her ear. Just as Karen was going to ask for more, Van gave it to her.
His mammoth pecker brushed across her trembling cunt lips and then surged balls-deep up her. The obscene squishing sound as his dick shot all the way up her superheated snatch thrilled her, but not as much as the force of his fucking. He lifted off the floor a little and sank another inch deeper into her twat.
"Oh oh!" gasped Karen "You fill me up so much."
"Wait, just wait till the workout starts," Van said.
Then he showed her what he meant. The machine began moving on its own. Karen had not realized it had a motor hooked onto it. Her legs came together, around Van's waist. This crushed her pussy walls down around the thick plug of his cock and gave her a delightful surge of enjoyment. Then the motion pulled her legs wide again. This stretched her inner walls in new and different directions.
His big, fat pecker worked against her sensitive flesh in unusual ways that sent new jolts of carnal electricity to her brain. When Van was sure the back and forth motion was working on the machine, he began fucking her with long, slow, powerful strokes that drove her out of her mind.
"Relax, enjoy," Van urged as he worked above her as if doing push-ups. His cock slipped into her wet interior and pulled out with a sucking sound. He never hesitated before thrusting vigorously back into her. The blonde's entire body trembled with the dual action of man and machine, but it was the cock that really set her off.
"More, more, faster," Karen sobbed. She didn't get it. Not right away. He was tormenting her with his slow, deliberate fucking. Every move was warm and wonderful and turned her on even more. But she needed him to fuck her harder.
Van kept shoving his hips forward with a maddening slowness.
She grabbed his arms. Her fingers slid over the sweaty heavily muscled upper arms.
"Fuck me, damn you, fuck me good. This is driving me crazy."
"Fuck you faster? like this?" Van began speeding up until his hips moved like a piston. Karen's cunt took him easily, then reshaped around his large pillar of manhood. She moaned softly and then began to lose all control.
"Fuck me," she groaned over and over. Van did as he was told.
His cock arrowed hard and fast and deep into her gooey center. The machine's movement only added to her arousal, but it was his hot pillar of cockflesh that turned her on the most.
When his strong hands reached up and under her halter and began groping her tits, Karen knew she was only seconds away from cum-ming. She wanted to give him something in return but he had reduced her to a quivery lump of flesh existing only to take his potent cock.
When his finger closed around the hard buttons of her nipples, Karen let loose. The feelings within her could not be denied any longer. The carnal heat from the friction of his cock racing along her tight pussy walls might have been enough to get her off. But there was so much more.
"My titties," she sobbed. "They're so big. Getting bigger when you tweak the nubs like that."
"like this," panted out Van. He squeezed down harder. And somehow, along with the torment he gave her sensitive boobs, he managed to fuck even faster. His hips flew so fast they were a blur. Karen closed her eyes and rode on the sensations blasting throughout her tender young body.
She lifted off the machine as it moved her legs together. She didn't need mechanical help to do what was needed. Her long legs curled around the hard-fucking man's waist and drew him even closer. This sank his prick even deeper into her body.
Karen felt her pussy lips compressing. The stimulation of his cock expanding within her was more than she could take. She had pushed him to the edge-and past.
And now she was going to get the sexy reward.
Orgasm smashed her body flat. From the waves of desire flowing from her loins she got the biggest cum she could remember. His powerful body kept his pecker moving with deep, powerful reaming strokes that held her on the pinnacle of climax longer than ever before.
"Yeah, oh, yes, yes!" she cried. She arched her back and locked her ankles behind Van's back to keep him hidden away within her twat. He kept fucking until only a hunk of cooked pasta remained within Karen's snatch.
She reluctantly released her grip from around his waist.
"You've got tight muscles," he panted, wiping sweat from his eyes. "In all the right places."
"But yours looks worn out," Karen said. Van's hard-on had turned into a limp worm. "It needs another workout to get back in shape."
"I wish I could, but you're too hot for me. You wore me out. And I have work to do."
"You can come back and lift my weights when you feel like it," Karen offered.
"Why don't you go on into the pool? A good swim always makes you feel good as new." Van pointed toward the back room.
"I feel better than ever right now," Karen declared. "I'm not sure if I could stand feeling any better than this." She reached between her legs and rubbed over her matted pussy fur. The tingles weren't as intense as when Van was fucking her, but Karen couldn't complain. That had been one hell of a fine cum!
"You can get a suit in the women's locker room. There are always spares hanging around."
"Join me in the pool?"
"Work first, then pleasure," he said. Van looked around and finally said, "In about a half hour. Can't get away from business before then. And maybe not then. No promises, but I will try."
Karen sighed. Van sounded like Michael. Work, work, work. She went through the door, pausing before she went in to look over her shoulder to make sure Van was still watching. She wiggled her perky, naked ass and went to find the suit.
One way or the other, she'd make sure he joined her. Karen wasn't about to miss out on another fuck-fest with Van. He was too, too good a cocksman for that!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Karen wanted more. She rubbed over her snatch and wanted more. But Van was back in the front of the gym, already talking with a couple guys who had wandered in to see what the gym facilities were like. Karen leaned against a cool tiled wall and closed her eyes. Her middle finger crept into the heated recess between her thighs.
She knew what the gym's facilities were like. She'd just gotten one fine workout. And she was ready for more!
Eyes drifting open, Karen looked around the locker room and saw it was deserted. Somehow, the notion of fingering herself and having another woman watch turned her on. The hot blonde smiled. The past couple days, everything was turning her on. She had figured out Michael wasn't going to give her all she needed. Taking her needs and hunting down those who could sate them had shown her a brand new world.
At the far end of the locker room stood a table with a pile of skimpy bathing suits and a pile of white, fluffy towels. Karen picked up one bright red suit that hardly covered her nipples and pubes.
"This one's just right for me," she decided, slipping into the two-piece suit. Every little movement caused the fabric to rub over nipples and pussy lips, turning her on that much more. Grabbing a towel, she went through a door marked POOL.
The odor of fresh chlorine hit her, then faded. The pool was dimly lit and Olympic size. It had been years since Karen had swum. She dropped to the edge of the pool and dangled her feet in the water.
"Cold," she decided. "I ought to find someplace warmer." She smiled, remembering how Van's cock had warmed her from the inside out. That was what she needed now.
"Yeow!" she cried, as she felt something clamping on her ankle and dragging her into the water. She went under completely and flailed around for a moment. As she grabbed, her fingers closed on something round and hard and hot. Eyes straining to see in the dimness under the surface, she squeezed tighter and pulled herself toward a man.
They broke the water at the same time.
"Wow," he said, "you've got quite a grip."
She still held his hard-on in her hand as she tread water.
"Do you always swim around buck naked like that?" she asked. "And pull innocent women into the water?"
"There's nothing innocent about you if you wear that suit," he said, his fingers dragging along the thin band circling her tits. His hand brushed across one of her rock-hard nipples. A tingle of desire passed into her body. If Van was going to waste time up front with customers, why not find someone else to help her spend the time? Van had told her to swim a bit in the pool.
"You didn't answer my question. Do you always swim naked?"
"Why not? You meet the best people that way." He pushed away from her and stroked a few times on his back. His erection poked up out of the water like a submarine periscope.
Karen dove, and stroked powerfully to get under him. From the depths looking up she saw nothing but his dark, naked outline. When he rolled onto his side in the water she spotted her target and went for it like a shark in a feeding frenzy.
Her arms circled his body, and she pulled herself close enough to fasten her lips on the very tip of his meaty ramrod. Her tongue stroked up and down the length until his pecker shivered with desire. Then Karen pushed away and swam strongly for the other side of the pool.
"Come back!" he cried. "You can't tease me like that!"
"Why not?" she shot back. "You did it to me." She dove and swam like a dolphin, but the man was faster. His fingers curled around the thin string holding the bottom on her bikini. He tugged and it came loose. Her blonde snatch was exposed for a moment to the man's groping hand before she could scissor-kick away.
"Didn't get it all," she taunted. She rose out of the water to show she still wore the top half. With a quick twist and dive, she upended herself, long, naked legs and ass and blonde pussy above the water for a fleeting second.
Karen hoped he would come after her-and he did. His hands stroked over her body, not ripping off the top to the suit but caressing her. When the hand stopped between her legs and worked slowly back and forth along her cunt lips, she stopped trying to get away.
The pleasure he built inside her was too powerful.
"Is that all you do? Stroke?" she asked, floating on her back. She looked between her legs and let them float apart when a dark-haired head rose from the depths. He pressed his face against her blonde snatch and began eating noisily.
Karen shivered when his tongue invaded her cunt.
His water-slickened hands roved over her sleek body, stroking and caressing and finding all the right places to awaken her craving for cock. One hand slid between the thick slabs of her ass-cheeks while another stroked over her hard pebbly nipples.
"I love it," she sighed. Every nerve in her body was singing a tune of pure delight. Floating in the water made her think she was weightless. But the tongue invading her snatch and the way the man's hands probed and poked and stimulated took away all thought of being in outer space.
He held her impaled by his hard-driving tongue. His oral organ reamed out her blonde pussy and then licked upward. Water sloshed over her body and gave her subtle thrills.
"More," she said. "Give me more!"
Karen didn't think it was possible for him to turn her on more with his mouth, but he proved her wrong. His lips fastened on the tiny pink spire of her clit. When he sucked, she arched her back and jammed her pussy mound into his mouth to get even more of the wonderful arousal he gave her.
As she threw back her head, it went under water. The blonde sputtered and thrashed about, trying not to drown. Somehow, having her head underwater and her pussy being so expertly eaten combined to give her a cum un-like any she'd ever experienced.
Sputtering and gasping, she twisted over in the water to find a way of breathing. Her lungs strained, and her snatch was aflame with desire as the man followed her every movement. He thrust his darting pink tongue into her and licked and tongue-fucked until she was hardly aware of where she was.
Karen gasped and moaned and sputtered and came harder than ever before. She locked her strong legs around the man's head to hold his face against her cunt. He seemed to never need to breathe. He continued to give her more pleasure than she thought existed in the world. Only when another orgasm raced through her and finally left her weak and paddling in the water did he move away from her to swim alongside.
"like it?"
"What tongue motion you have."
"I call it a dog lick. Are you ready for the crawl?"
"What?" Karen wasn't sure what he meant. She wanted to do nothing but float in the gently lapping water and let the warm feelings linger in her trim, well fucked body. She found she was talking to emptiness. He had dived below the water again. She started to kick and found his strong body pushing between her thighs again. This time it wasn't his mouth hunting for her cooze like a homing torpedo.
What she felt entering her was long and hard and hot.
"Cock!" she cried.
Arms wrapped around her wet, wiggling body and pulled her close. She felt the damp hair on his chest grinding into her back as he came up from below, his erection rising from the depths to bang against her pussy lips.
"Put it in," he ordered. He held her tight as she bent over and grabbed his lust-pounding boner. Karen guided it directly for the portals to her delight. Her cunt lips spread pinkly to accept the thickness of his cock and then she laid back in the water atop him.
His hips levered up from below and shoved so he sank into her. The penetration wasn't too far, but Karen didn't notice. Too many things excited her. The feel of her ass-cheeks rubbing against his groin, the trembling of his hard-on inside her, the way his arms circled her body, the mat of his chest hair against her back-it all added to the wonder of fucking in the pool.
He began rocking to and fro, sending his cock deeper into her twat with every movement. It was a gentle, easy fucking. He didn't rush, but Karen's emotions soared.
She experienced every single inch of him vanishing within her pussy. Her inner muscles clamped down on his hidden manhood and tried to hold it inside, but it was to no avail. His fucking was too strong to be stopped by cunt muscles.
"Faster," she begged. "Give it to me faster."
He kept up with the same rhythm that drove her crazy with desire. She flailed about in the water. Splash as she might, nothing made him increase the power or depth or speed of his fucking. The blonde rolled over in the water, but he quickly rolled her onto her back so they could both breathe.
Beside her ear she heard his harsh breathing. And between her legs she felt his prick fucking her deeper and deeper.
"Now," he whispered. "Now you can cum. Let yourself go!"
Karen tried to speak and tell him she needed more. The excited blonde felt fires blazing within her she had not realized had been kindled by the deliberate fucking. Every movement of his pecker inside her turned her on that much more. She longed for more speed but she was warming to his touch as it was.
Then he began shoving himself balls deep into her. Harder, faster, giving her the fucking she had wanted. The erotic heat in her loins exploded like a depth charge. She shrieked out her enjoyment of what he did for her. This wasn't the way she had expected it to be. It was both gentle and easy-and tremendous.
The orgasm racked her completely. She let the rush of lust blast through her and possess her completely. All the while she splashed about in the water he held her tightly. And she knew why as she drifted down from her cum.
His cock was spreading her delicate inner tissue to the breaking point. She knew he was big around but now, as his own climax approached, his cock was expanding to gigantic proportions.
The sexy young blonde gasped as a new orgasm hit her like a sledgehammer. With it came the fiery tide of his jism as he fucked long and deep into her.
This time they rolled over and over in the water, neither trying to stop. When they drifted apart, Karen was totally drained.
"I've never had it like that. How'd you do it?" she asked.
"How? Simple. I see a foxy chick, get a hard-on, then fuck the hell out of her!" he laughed. Then he was swimming away, toward the far end of the dimly lit pool.
"Wait, don't go. I want more!" Karen's plea fell on deaf ears. She awkwardly began stroking after him, but she found it hard to kick properly.
Her entire groin was still ablaze with sexual fire and she swam bowlegged.
"Where are you?" she called. When she pulled herself out of the pool on the far side, he had gone. All that remained was a gnawing hunger for more deep inside the woman's pussy.
CHAPTER NINE
"Where'd you go?" Karen called. She pulled herself out of the pool and sat on the edge, looking around for the guy who had just given her so much aquatic pleasure. The entire area was deserted. The blonde stood and shook herself off, hunting for a towel. She tried to remember where she had put the one from the locker room but didn't even remember where she had been dragged into the pool for her erotic swimming lesson.
"There," she said, seeing a half dozen towels outside a thick wooden door. She pressed her hand against the hot door and realized she had found the sauna. Taking a towel and wrapping it around her naked middle, she started to explore. The gym seemed to be a maze of rooms wandering all over the place.
Something about sitting in a sauna drew her, though. Karen went back to the door and pulled it open. She tried to see if anyone was inside the room. The thick cloud of steam kept her from seeing more than a few inches ahead of her. Ducking in, she blundered around until she found a seat.
Leaning back against a paneled wall, Karen let out a tiny sigh of relief. The sexual arousal in her was still alive after the water fucking. Where had the guy gone? He had vanished like a patch of fog in the sunlight.
She closed her eyes and leaned back, moving the towel around between her legs. Slowly, she drew the soft, fluffy white towel back and forth over her pussy lips. The tingling in them spread and ignited more desire in her loins.
She wanted cock. More cock! But where was she going to get it?
A sound made Karen sit up and look around. The thick, billowing steam kept her from seeing more than a foot or two.
"Who's there?" she called.
The sounds stopped for a moment, then, "You want to join us? We're in the back of the sauna."
"Back?" Karen hadn't realized how large the room was as she stood and carefully explored. She felt a hand stroking over her bare leg. The hand touched her knee, then moved upward slowly, to her inner thigh and then brushed across her matted blonde pussy mound.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I thought that was apparent. If it wasn't, come closer and I'll make sure you know," came a deep, resonant male voice.
"The more the merrier, and I'm getting really merry right now," came a woman's voice.
"Aren't I enough for you?" came another man's voice.
"How many of you are there?" Karen asked.
"Enough cock to go around," said the woman.
"And now we have enough pussy to keep both of us happy. Join us!" the other man said.
Blundering in the foggy steam, Karen felt hands reaching for her, guiding her, pulling her this way and that. The towel fell away from her bare snatch. And quick fingers got the top of her swimsuit off. Karen felt the sweat beading on her breasts, then running down the deep canyon between them.
The tickling flow turned her on almost as much as the hands stroking up and down her legs and finding her sex center. She sighed as fingers ran into her pussy, frigging her until she went weak in the legs.
As she sank down, a female set of lips started kissing her. Tits pressed into hers and she found herself engaged fully with another woman.
"Can't see too well," Karen said. "It's almost like being blind."
"All you need to do is feel," one man said. Karen reached behind her and found a firmness that thrilled her. The man's hairy balls dangled under a long and very erect pecker. As she stroked over his dick, the balls tightened. She was turning him on in a big way.
Almost as much as he was turning her on!
"I've got a rubber," he whispered in her ear. "It's on-and now it's in!"
Karen bent forward involuntarily as the man's cock pushed between the meaty slabs of her ass-cheeks and then found her ass-hole. The tip of his cock banged twice and then slowly entered her, before racing all the way up her rear. She sobbed and moaned with joy as he stirred his hard shaft around inside her tightest hole.
"So nice," she cooed. "I love that feeling." For a woman who had been a virgin up the ass only a day earlier, she was developing quite a taste for butt fucking.
"No cherry ass," the man grunted. "I love it with you squeezing down so hard all around me. Yes, yes, like that!"
The blonde tensed her anus to clamp on his buried man-meat. She loved the way his naked body moved against her buttocks-as much as she appreciated the woman's mouth moving lower, past her neck and down to the deep cleft between her tits. The woman's mouth found the penny-sized areolae perched stop mounds of jiggling titflesh and licked and sucked until Karen's nipples were taut and throbbing.
The man fucking her up the rear and the woman working so eagerly on her boobs turned Karen even weaker in the knees. She stumbled and almost turned.
"Don't move. I can't get a good motion going," the man corn-holing her said. His hands circled her waist and pulled her back firmly. His cock shot all the way up her chute again, filling her ass with throbbingly hard cock.
The heat from this butt fucking built Karen's desires to the breaking point. She was trapped between a long, firm prick and a woman's licking, probing tongue.
"Lower," Karen said, getting into the spirit of the dual fucking. "Lick my pussy. I want to feel a woman's tongue inside me!"
"No!"
The sharp denial startled her. The other man had protested so quickly she wondered what the problem was. Then she found out.
"I'm not sitting here playing with myself one second longer. I want pussy, and I know where to find it."
She reached out and the man caught her wrists, pulling her hands toward his dick. She found he had already put on a rubber. And he moved closer, a lot closer. He straightened her up, then ran his hand between her pussy lips.
"Yes, there, put it there," Karen begged. She was hot from the cock reaming her out from behind and the woman's mouth dancing all around, touching a nipple or earlobe or even behind her knees at random. The unexpected tonguing was a real turn-on, but it was nothing like having the thick plug of cockflesh shoved into her ravenous twat.
She was caught from behind and well-fucked in the front. Her ass-hole was full of cock. Now her pussy was, too.
"Fuck me!" she cried. And both men did. Karen clung weakly to the man in front of her, the one driving his fuck-stick hard and fast into her pussy.
"Not at the same time," grunted the man taking her from behind. "She's too tight. I can't handle that. I can feel your cock through her insides!"
"You go in first," the man in her pussy said. "I'll go in as you pull out."
The hot steamy clouds swirled around Karen, making her sweat even more. But she enjoyed the feeling of it trickling down her body, finding sensitive spots and stimulating her completely. Just when the blonde thought it wasn't possible for her to get any more excited, she found she was wrong.
Shoved into her face was a warm, wanton pussy.
"Eat me," the other woman commanded. "Give me your tongue like these studs are giving you their cocks."
Karen gasped and shoved her oral organ out to find crinkly pubic hair. She licked and tongued and pressed her mouth closer to savor the juice flowing from the woman's pussy.
"So nice." Strong, silky-skinned thighs pressed into Karen's head on either side as the woman situated herself over the blonde's shoulders. Karen tried to figure how the woman was doing it but couldn't. Maybe she was balancing somehow against the other man, the one fucking so powerfully up her pussy. Through the thick fog of steam Karen could not tell how they were arranged.
It didn't matter. What counted most was the avalanche of sensations crashing her trim, young body.
"More," she said, not knowing how it was possible. Karen twisted slightly and found her mouth full of cunt again.
She turned her full attention to eating pussy. She shoved her tongue out hard and deep into the creaming love tunnel. She rolled it around in the way she always liked most. The other woman seemed to go wild at this oral attention.
Karen quickly moved her mouth to the top of the split beaver and found the pink clitty bud. She sucked hard and drew it between her lips. Using a flicking motion with only the tip of her tongue, Karen gave as good as she was getting. The other woman went berserk with orgasm, and for a moment Karen was deaf and blind.
Face shoved into succulent pussy, thighs crushing into her ears, she was even more blind than when simply standing in the steam.
"In, out, in, out!" chanted the man fucking her pussy so expertly.
The other man obeyed but said nothing. Karen heard only huffing and puffing from behind. As the cock that had slipped into her cunny receeded, the man behind her rammed full length into her ass-hole. She felt his body rubbing into her ass-cheeks and his thick cock sailing all the way up her backside.
"Tear me apart," she muttered around the bush caressing her lips. "So hard, so long, love it, want more!"
The man's rhythm fucking her rear changed. It turned more ragged as he lost control.
His fingers clamped like steel bands around her waist as he pulled her back strongly to sink even deeper into her heated interior.
"Yes, yes!" she cried. The waves of sensation washing through her turned into a hurricane. Every movement of his cock within her ass-hole added to the raging desire ripping through her body.
"More," laughed the man reaming out her cunt. "I'll give it to you!"
Karen shrieked as orgasm hit her like a summer storm. Lightning flashed and thunder deafened her. The man taking her from behind fucked wildly, no rhythm left. She had pushed him beyond the limits of his endurance. His cock grew within her until she was sure he would tear her delicate inner tissues.
"So fucking tight!" the man cried, slamming hard into her fleshy ass-cheeks.
Karen tried to thank him for the way he was getting her so close to cumming but could not. Words froze in her throat. The pussy was again shoved into her face for sucking. She tried. Her tongue licked weakly. Her breath came in short, harsh pants.
And then the man taking her so expertly up the front began shuddering and grabbing frantically at her body to keep her from moving away. Taut pussy fastened on his flying cock like a vise.
"Too much for meeee!" he shrieked.
Karen could not respond. The hurricane turned into a real storm, a sex storm, blowing through her innards. The heat from the fucking up her rear spread and joined the friction of the man's pecker in her snatch.
And the tasty pussy spread in front of her!
She couldn't get away from that. She lapped harshly and let the heat from the fucking join within her.
The eruption of her own orgasm rocked her. She lost track of time and sensation, caught up only in the sexual heat from the men's cocks.
Then she knew the woman's pussy added to her carnal delight. Licking and sucking, tonguing and tongue-fucking that pink-flapped entry to the other woman's body kept her big 'O' going and going and going.
Karen's brain reacted to that. She wasn't going. She was cumming!
"You burned me to a nubbin," the man behind her said. "I've never fucked a hole that tight and hot."
"Not even mine?" complained the woman whose pussy Karen was still licking and sucking.
"Not even, but come on down here and I'll compare the two."
Karen's face was suddenly free of its tasty chore. Steam rolled over her cheeks and sent new streams of sweat draining down her face.
"I'm not completely gone, but I feel like it," the man in front of her said.
"You came?" Karen asked. "I can usually tell."
"It got too intense for me," the man said. "I prefer to-"
Karen knew the other man and woman were fucking their brains out. She could hear them through the thick steam. That left her free to do what she could with the other barely seen man.
She reached out and grabbed his still erect cock. She stripped off the rubber and began giving him a hand job.
"No, wait, don't. I-ohhh!" The man's voice changed timber as he grunted. His cock fountained white jizz as Karen ran her fist up and down his pecker.
She got a thrill at getting him off like this. He had given her intense pleasure with this long, steely pillar. It was the least she could do for him.
"You want more?" she asked.
"I'm tired out," the man said, but the words told Karen what he really wanted. "The truth is, I'm sore!"
She dropped to her knees in front of him as he sat back on the wood planks used as a seat. Thick clouds of steam rose up, giving him a strange and eerie appearance. Karen applied her knowing mouth to the head of his twitching prick. She licked off the cum and then started sucking to get him hard again.
It didn't take long. And then they really got it on, in the cloaking steam, hardly able to see one another but feeling intimately, cock in cunt, fucking until they were both exhausted.
CHAPTER TEN
The gym got too crowded for Karen to appreciate any of the really sexy stuff going on, or hope to get more good loving. The trio in the sauna remained faceless and unknown. She had left the steam room before they did and found she didn't really want to know who they were.
Remembering the way the two cocks had felt and the way the other woman's pussy had tasted was enough for her. There was mystery and excitement in an anonymous fucking. She didn't think the men or the woman would turn out to be ugly, but she wasn't taking any chances. This way, they would always be perfect lovers, with great pricks and wonderfully tasty snatches.
Van was busy with new customers. She smiled and waved at him as she left. And she never did find the guy who had so expertly screwed her while they were playing in the pool.
"I'll be back!" she called to Van. Karen knew this was a promise she was going to keep. There were too many sex-starved members at this new gym for her not to want to go back.
How different this was from the way Michael had treated her the night before. Screwing in the shower had been fun for her, but Michael had looked at it as a chore. Karen took a deep breath and her resolve firmed.
She just wished there was something more that was firming for her. like a nice, long cock.
Her husband could beg off sex from now on. She was finding others in the world who could stoke her carnal fires just fine. It wasn't bothering her at all she was cheating on Michael.
Not when she could find Peter and Van and Rick and the guys-and gals!-at the gym and who knew what other places? Karen sucked in her breath and held it, letting the blood pound into her nipples and make her tits feel as if they were twice the size. Having the woman in the sauna lick and suck on them had turned her on almost as much as eating pussy had.
And cock! She had more than she could remember getting in an entire year of marriage. All in the span of a couple of days!
"I've got to tell Jennifer about this," Karen decided. She drove from the gym and pulled up in front of her friend's house. She wondered if the sexy brunette was even home. The kitchen door stood open so Karen went on inside.
"Hey, Jennifer, you busy? Are you even home?" Karen usually didn't barge into anyone else's house if they weren't home. That seemed too much like spying, if not outright breaking and entering, but she was bubbling over. She had to tell someone about all the thrills she had gotten at the gym-and all the prick.
"I want to tell you about the morning I had," Karen said. She stopped and cocked her head to one side, listening hard. Sounds from down the hall echoed to her. She knew what those noises usually meant. The blonde knew she ought to turn around and leave right away, but the sounds of a woman getting laid held her captive.
The blonde walked softly down the hall, then glanced into the bedroom. Her heart almost stopped at the sight. Heart pounding hard, Karen spied on Chase and Jennifer fucking their brains out.
The man had his wife bent almost double on the bed, her knees curled up and draped over his shoulders. He supported himself on his hands as his hips lunged forward repeatedly. From where she stood in the doorway, Karen could see how Jennifer's pinkly scalloped cunt lips opened with every thrust of Chase's monster cock.
She licked her lips as she watched the fucking. Spying on them like this was wrong, but the sight of that prick vanishing into superheated cunt was too much. And the way they were enjoying themselves!
Karen wished she and Michael loved fucking the way they used to-or the way Jen and Chase did.
"Fuck me hard, you big stud," the brunette gasped out. Her hands stroked along his strong arms and urged him on. As if he needed it. The man's hips flew like an arrow, shoving his prick deeper and deeper into her gooey twat.
The lewd sucking noises as he rammed in and then pulled out made Karen's cooze all creamy. She reached down and stroked over her crotch. It only reminded her how empty it was. She needed something more in it.
Something like the cock she had gotten in the steam room. Or even a man's tongue licking and kissing and giving her oral pleasure. She closed her eyes and leaned against the door, trying not to listen and unable to help herself.
"Wrong, it's wrong to snoop like this," she whispered to herself, but she was weak. She couldn't pull herself away. Her emerald eyes opened a little to get a view of the couple balling. From this angle she could see Chase's nuts had tightened into a compact, hairy sphere under his pussy pleaser.
And Jennifer's cunt lips fluttered wide as they parted to accept the intrusion into her most intimate recesses.
"Oh!" Karen cried out involuntarily. She had pushed her hand down over her own pussy mound and found the erect spire of her clit. The light touch on the delicate tip had caused her to cry out.
It should not have alerted the couple fucking so avidly, but it did. Chase turned and saw her. He rocked back on the bed, pulling free of Jennifer's curly-haired snatch.
"What are you doing?" Chase demanded.
"I'm sorry," Karen babbled. "The door way open, I didn't mean, I-"
"Get your buns over here!" cried Jennifer. "There's always room for one more!"
"Sure," Chase added. "Jen and I told each other you've had us individually. No reason we shouldn't all get together in a big way."
Karen's eyes fixed on the long pole bobbing in front of Chase's groin. She licked her lips, but it was her pussy that told her she had to join them in a three-way. Anything less and she'd go crazy with lust.
"You know? You told each other how we fooled around?" This was something of a shock to her. She would never tell Michael how she had cheated on him. He'd never understand.
"Sure, and get naked. Fast!" ordered Chase.
Karen jumped to obey. She was bare ass naked by the time she got to the bed, a trail of clothes between there and the door. She sat on the edge of the bed, hesitantly reaching out to touch Jen's tits. The tips were rock hard.
"Suck on them, honey," Jennifer invited. Karen did as she was told. Her lips closed on the pulsating nubs of flesh. She drew the left one into her mouth, using her teeth just a little to stimulate it. Then she shoved hard with her tongue, even as she kept sucking. Jennifer groaned and began writhing on the bed.
Karen knew she was doing this to her friend. How could she give her more enjoyment? Scrambling around, butt up in the air, Karen licked down one snowy cone of titflesh and worked her way up the other in a slow, wet spiral.
When she felt Chase's prick banging at her from behind, she gasped. This caused her to suck in most of Jennifer's right tit.
"That's the way I love it. Gnaw on it. Hurt me, bite me, do it, do it!" cried the brunette. She reached up and stroked over Karen's long blonde hair, keeping her head in place over her breast.
"And this is the way I love it," Chase said. He gripped her waist and reached around. Karen sobbed with joy when he began diddling her. His finger pressed into the oily gash between her legs, then found her clitoris.
The pink, erect go-button received more than its share of attention. Chase stroked and teased, then dipped far into her pussy to bring out a load of her lubricant. He smeared this all over her clit, then curled his finger around the delicate nub of flesh.
"It's not as big as a cock, but it's just as sensitive," he said, stroking from the base to the pointy tip. Every movement on her caused Karen to think her insides would turn to jelly.
Then Chase moved again. His hand left her clit as he pulled her backward. His cock slipped between her legs, then angled up to part her cunt lips.
A few quick strokes got him oiled up enough to stick himself firmly into her twat.
"Here," he said. "Here is real paradise."
"No, no," Karen protested from around the tasty nipple she worked on so hungrily. "Fuck me. Then it will be paradise."
"Fuck you?" he said, as if the thought had never occurred to him. "like this?"
He swung his hips back and forth in a gentle movement, but before Karen could cry out how she wanted it hard and fast, he changed tempo. His upper legs slammed into her rounded ass-cheeks and drove his boner far into her from behind.
Every thrust he made drove her body forward. She took his entire length up her pussy from behind, but more interesting to the woman was the way her own mouth moved all over Jennifer's titflesh.
"Yes, I like that, yes," cooed the brunette. "Keep your mouth moving on me."
Before Karen could reply, Chase picked up the pace to the point where Karen was gasping for breath. She shivered and broke out in a sweat. She collapsed forward, her cheek against Jennifer's heaving belly. The other woman slipped from underneath her and moved away.
Karen was past being able to protest. Her entire world was centered between her legs. Chase's ponderous cock drilled hard and fast into her, causing her cunt walls to quiver and shake. Even the lightest touch inside now caused her to totter on the brink of orgasm. How he had changed from gentle, easy fun screwing to this intense fucking was something the blonde couldn't take the time or effort to consider.
"You fill me so. You burn me up inside. You're huge, so huge. Fuck me good!" Karen cried out. The blonde tossed her head but found only sheets underneath. She tried to ask where Jennifer had gone-then she found out.
The brunette snaked under her heaving body and applied her mouth to Karen's pussy lips. The rough, wet tongue added to the thick plug of cock within caused Karen to go ballistic.
She shrieked and moaned and came so hard she thought she would lose her mind.
"Your mouth," she panted. "So welcome all over my body. But his cock inside my cunny. I need it. I need it even more!"
"Don't talk," Jennifer suggested. The brunette worked beneath Karen's body. Light wet touches across Karen's hanging boobs gave the blonde new thrills. Most of all, no matter what the other woman did, the cock fucking her so powerfully held her complete attention.
"More cock," Karen moaned. "Hard, hard, hard!"
"Your wish is my command," Chase promised. Again he changed the tempo of his fucking. He had been slamming hard and fast into her tight manhole. Now he arched his back and tried to split her apart with the power of every stroke. He buried himself balls deep into Karen's cunt, then shoved just a bit more in an effort to force his pecker all the way out her mouth.
It wasn't possible but it sent Karen into sexual orbit. She was confused and delighted by the different things being done to her by her next door neighbors. Jennifer licked and sucked at her titflesh. Then she moved back and ran her raging tongue along trembling pussy lips.
Karen knew her friend was doing more than just licking along those delicate flaps of sex flesh. She was sucking up the creamy oils bubbling from deep in Karen's cunt-and she was tonguing Chase's balls and cock every time they came within reach.
This oral agitation caused Chase to fuck even faster and deeper. He was receiving not only a tight pussy all around him but an eager mouth intent on getting him off.
"Aieee!" Karen shrieked out her exhilaration as her cum ripped her senses apart. She shook and shivered and jammed her butt backward to take even more of Chase's hard-on into her needy twat.
She thought it couldn't get any better. She was wrong. Her cum set off Chase. His hips exploded in a wild frenzy of fucking that sent his cock in and out faster than Karen had ever taken a man's cock before. The erotic heat threatened to burn her up.
Instead of turning her into a charred cinder, it ignited another cum. She knew Chase was getting off. She felt his cock bouncing and jerking about in her tight sex tunnel but the blonde was lost in her own delicious sensations.
"Once more, get off just once more," urged Jennifer from beneath. The dark-haired woman gave Karen reason for just one more orgasm.
Two fingers jammed into her now empty cunt. Those feminine fingers fucked fast and hard as Jennifer lifted and applied her mouth to Karen's clit. The tongue shoved the tiny nub of responsive pink flesh back into its hiding place. Karen's extreme arousal caused it to pop back.
Tongue pushed clit down. Passion drove it back. This tug-of-war went on while Jennifer's fingers slipped in and out of Karen's heated snatch.
Jennifer had offered her one more cum. It crashed into Karen's brain and body, carrying her far away from her troubles. She forgot all about how her own husband denied her sexually. Karen forgot how she had started cheating on him. She forgot everything but the intense emotional and physical release she got when she came.
Karen fell forward on her belly, crushing Jennifer for a moment. The brunette wiggled free and idly stroked up and down Karen's bare back.
"You poor thing," Jennifer said. "You are so deprived sexually. Let Chase and me help you."
"Help her?" demanded Chase. "Someone help me! Look! I'm all worn out."
Karen rolled onto her side and saw a half-erect Chase beating off. He wasn't having much luck.
"After all you've done for me," Karen said, "it's only fair I help you."
"I'll help, too!" Jennifer scrambled over. The two women kissed, lips closing around the meaty pillar of Chase's cock. In minutes, the man was hard and ready to take on both women again.
Karen lost track of time as she spent the rest of the afternoon fucking with her two best friends. But she couldn't force a part of her brain to forget she was cheating on Michael-and how her husband might react if he found her like this.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Karen's stomach growled. She had been busy all day and hadn't had a bite to eat. At this thought, she smiled. She'd had a lot to eat-pussy! But it did nothing to get rid of the hunger she felt.
The sultry blonde rubbed over her snatch. She was hungry in a lot of ways, now that her appetite had been aroused.
"Food," she decided. She had spent a long time with Chase and Jennifer until finally leaving them still fooling around in bed. They had not worn her out, but she had decided to let them enjoy each other without her cutting in. Chase had been untiring in the way he fucked, and Jennifer had done as well.
"No food," Karen said, eyeing the few items in her refrigerator. The idea of opening a can and heating it didn't suit her, and she didn't want to prepare an entire meal just for herself. "A restaurant." With that decision made, she threw on a short floral print dress, grabbed her purse and headed for the door. She wasn't spending much time at home.
She roared off and hunted for a-likely place to eat. She didn't go out much and had no idea what kind of food she really wanted. A spaghetti place a mile from her home looked good. Karen parked and went in.
She heaved a sigh. The place was empty. Either the rush hadn't started yet or the cook had poisoned all the customers. Then she perked up when she saw the waiter.
The dark-haired man was only an inch or two taller but he was well-built and handsome, with a broad smile that made her tremble all the way down to her toes.
"One?" he asked.
"I wish it were two," Karen said. Seeing his frown, she said, "Yes, just me."
"A shame. A lovely lady ought not dine alone."
"You could join me. There's not much business."
"Ah, the owner would not like that, though he is gone this evening. There is only the cook and me here."
"Bring me something good. It's not often I eat out," she said, eyeing the waiter. His muscles rippled and the way he moved caused her pussy to churn with need. What would he be like, between her spread legs, cock shoved hot and hard into her, fucking with all the power locked in his body?
"You are flushed. Is there anything wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing. My mind was getting away from me."
"You wish to eat out," he said, smiling crookedly. "Antipasto to start?"
"To start," she said, wondering what time the waiter got off work. Karen sat at a table at the front of the restaurant so she could look out the wide window at people passing by in the street. She had to move around on the hard chair to get the dangling tablecloth out of the way.
The waiter silently placed the antipasto in front of her, then stood and watched. Karen felt a little self-conscious at the way he stared. She started to say something but the curly-haired waiter put his tray on the table and dropped to his hands and knees.
Curious, Karen lifted the tablecloth to see what he was up to. Then she found out. His caresses on her legs made her sigh. And then he was working harder at her than he had taking her order-or was he simply giving her what had not been on the menu?
She lifted her butt off the chair a little so he could get her panties off. The blonde leaned back in the chair and stuck out her legs on either side of the man's head. Under the table and hidden by the tablecloth, no one in the street could see him.
Karen felt his every move. His hot breath gusted through her tangled pussy mound and when he licked across her snatch, she almost came.
Clutching the table, she tried to keep from thrashing around. He moved closer. His tongue drove into her twat and caught at the thick oils leaking from her aroused interior. With an eagerness that excited her as much as the way he tongued her clit, the man gobbled up her pussy.
"I didn't know this could be ordered," Karen said, gasping for breath. She felt the hot flush from earlier burn at her titflesh and shoulders and neck. Turned on beyond belief, she stared out the window and tried to figure out if anyone guessed what was going on.
One or two pedestrians stared at her, but more with appreciation for her provocative beauty than because they wanted to watch her getting eaten out. They had no idea the dark-haired waiter was under the table with his face pressed firmly between her thighs, his tongue lapping and licking at her cunt.
"More," she said. "Give me more of that sweet tongue of yours!" Karen noticed the waiter had put a glass of wine on the table. She had been too preoccupied to notice before now. Reaching over, she took a quick sip. She almost choked.
The heat mounting within her cunt from the man's tongue-fucking excited her more and more. He diddled her clit with the tip of his oral organ and then moved lower. He spread her pussy lips and teased them with his lips and teeth. Then he shoved his face deeper into her crotch to suck hard at her.
Karen thought she was going to pass out. The sudden rush of delirious pleasure made her tremble. Taking the glass of wine, Karen spilled a few drops onto her naked belly. The wine tickled as it ran lower, toward the deep chasm of her pussy.
The waiter avidly licked at the wine running across her twat. He sucked and licked and gave the blonde more enjoyment than she ever could have from the meal.
Adding to her thrill was the idea someone might look in the window and see what was going on. The commotion under the table caused the tablecloth to move to one side. Anyone outside the restaurant need only bend over a little to see what was happening.
Karen gasped as her excitement mounted. Anyone outside need only look at her face to know she wasn't getting off on the antipasto alone. If she had been, this restaurant would have been jammed with customers all the time.
"I need more," she moaned. "Not here. Somewhere else."
"In the kitchen. We can continue the order there."
"If that's what you call it, I want it all!" Karen cried. She pushed down her short skirt and stood up. Walking was hard. Her pussy throbbed with need. Being eaten out was fine with her, but the hollow feeling could not be stopped until she got lots and lots of long, steely cock in her. Moving fast, fucking hard. Giving her even more satisfaction.
The waiter went through the swinging doors into the kitchen. Karen followed closely and was still startled when she went into an empty room. He had vanished.
"Where are you? Oh!"
She quickly found out. He had stepped to one side and waited for her to enter. The curly-haired waiter moved in behind her, his hands pressing into her titflesh. She moaned softly as he kneaded her boobs. The nipples snapped erect immediately under his strong hands.
"Nice," she said, her breath coming even faster than when he had his mouth fastened to her pussy, "but I want more. I want this!" She reached behind her and grabbed at the growing bulge at his crotch.
He put his hands around her waist and lifted her easily. She turned in his grip and sat on the edge of a counter, long legs dangling over the edge. For a second, she thought he was going to lift her skirt and eat her out again. Karen gasped when she found out how wrong she was.
He pushed her back so she supported herself on her hands, then lifted her legs so they split wide and went on either side of his body. Magically, his cock appeared from his pants. Karen's eyes went wide at the sight of such a huge organ.
"It's like a salami!" she cried.
"It must be warmed for proper consumption," the man said, smiling broadly. His hips shifted slightly. The huge head of his prick brushed over her blonde-rimmed pussy lips. And then his immense dick vanished into her twat.
Karen threw back her head and moaned with the pleasure of such a sudden intrusion into her tight pussy. Her knees curled up and she put her heels on the counter for balance. This spread her pussy lips even more and gave a delicious target for the man to fuck.
"Yes, yes, give it to me. Give it all to me. Your cock! It thrills me so much!" Karen was babbling and knew it. Passion ran wild in her. The way he had sneaked under the table to eat her pussy had turned her on in a big way, but she had wondered if he could really deliver the goods.
He showed her he could.
Karen pulled her knees up to tighten her pussy around his hard-driving pecker. She closed her eyes and let the waves of heat from the fucking pass through her body. She gasped when he slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt in her gooey twat. He paused a moment, rotating his hips and stirring his cock around inside her like a spoon in a mixing bowl.
Then he withdrew slowly, teasing her every inch of the way. When only the purple head of his prick parted her tender pink pussy lips, he stopped.
"Don't," she moaned. "More, I need more. It's cruel to stop fucking me now!"
"I know," he said, "but you are so beautiful. I want to savor the moment. I want to stare at your loveliness. I want to experience you all around me!"
He fucked hard into her again. The sudden rush of his heated length took her breath away. The blonde closed her eyes again and tried to isolate all the feelings mounting within her.
The sucking sound of his cock moving back and forth in her superheated tunnel excited her, but not as much as the feel of his flesh against hers. He spread her pussy wide open. The thickness of his pecker made her complete. The heat of his manhood stroking along the snug walls of her pussy mounted until Karen was lifting her ass off the counter and ramming herself upward to take even more.
"More, I want more of your fabulous cock!" she cried.
"It's yours," he said, panting harshly. His hips rocked in and out faster now, giving them both more pleasure. The sound, the smell of a hot pussy being fucked fast and furiously, the carnal tremors rolling through her body all turned her on more and more until she could no longer restrain herself.
Karen wanted to hoard the feelings he created within her, but his cock robbed her. She tried to build the feelings and then let the pent-up emotions explode outward. Instead, the orgasm rocking her so delightfully wasn't as big as she had hoped it might be.
"Faster, more, more!" she demanded.
"You are insatiable," he muttered. "You take my full length and want more. I shall give it to you!"
His hips erupted in a frenzy of fucking. Karen thrashed about on the counter, adrift in a sea of nothing but sensation. Heat in her loins spread throughout her and blasted away in her brain. The orgasm was bigger than the first, but it still did not satisfy her.
"I need you so, please," she begged. She brought her knees back so they crushed into her tits. This gave her new areas of arousal even as it tightened her already snug cunt around his thickness.
"I.. .I.. .aieee!" Karen's body convulsed in orgasm again, but she was left wanting even more. But by the time she recovered her voice and opened her eyes, the dark-haired waiter had vanished. Her pussy was empty and needy and begging for more.
"Where'd you go?" she moaned. "You can't leave me like this! Not when I didn't get off enough!"
But the kitchen was empty, and so was her pussy.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Where are you?" Karen jumped from the counter and looked around. She had been caught up in the fucking and all of a sudden it had stopped. The cock that had filled her pussy to overflowing had vanished, along with the waiter who wielded it so well.
Going to the swinging doors into the restaurant, Karen peered through and saw the waiter seating at least ten customers. She didn't know whether to be angry or horny. Nobody left her in the middle of a good fuck-except Michael.
That thought made her even madder. The waiter had treated her just like her own husband would. She was cheating on Michael because of the way he behaved in bed. Or didn't behave. She remembered how he had begged off a night of sex with her after they had gotten it on in the shower.
Rejected. And she needed more than she got from the waiter.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, startled when a cal-lused hand lifted her skirt and stroked over her bare ass. Looking over her shoulder she saw a man dressed in a white coat and big floppy chef's hat.
"I appreciate a nice piece of ass," the man said, smiling. "Even if Salvatore does not."
"The waiter?"
"You would fuck someone whose name you do not know? Incredible. I am Vito. I would finish what my worthless brother started." He moved closer, and his hands moved to the furry patch nestling between Karen's thighs. His finger curled around her cunt and dived deep into her. He nibbled at her earlobe and asked, "What is your name?"
"Horny," Karen said. "I'm horny, and you have just what I need!"
"But not here," Vito said. "You must not be seen in the kitchen if any of those people come in."
"I want to cum," Karen said hotly. She turned in the chef's arms and kissed him fully. The needy blonde pressed her bare pussy forward and rubbed against his leg. She felt the growing lump at his groin and knew he would be a worthy stand-in for his brother.
"Then we must go in there. You will find it different-and thrilling."
"The freezer? I'll catch my death of cold!"
"You will find how pleasant it is to have something hot and tasty slipped into you, my dear," he said. He guided her toward the cooler. When he opened it, Karen had second thoughts. Then she reconsidered as a metallic hiss signaled a fly opening and the exit of the man's cock from his pants. The hot, hard cylinder of aroused man-flesh was enough to convince the blonde to try anything.
She was so horny she would fuck the big green pickles in the jars on the shelves. To be offered a real pecker was more than she could turn down.
The wintry blast from the cooler caused her flesh to quiver. She felt her titflesh contracting and her nipples turning harder, as if she was completely turned on. And this was just from the cold!
Karen got a chance to know what real lust was as the chef came into the cooler with her. His hands moved gently over the curves of her ass-cheeks and then dipped between the slabs to tickle her ass-hole. She shivered and wasn't sure if it was cold or carnal heat.
"So nice," she said. "But I want more."
"I shall give you more than you imagined when you came into our fine restaurant. Would you like to nibble on this?" He held his dork out for her. Karen dropped to her knees and licked up the entire length of the man's pecker.
It came totally alive under her oral ministrations. She sucked and licked and shoved it deep into her mouth.
Her tongue gave it the best possible arousal and then she deep-throated it. Almost gagging, she swallowed hard and slowly backed away from the huge plug of succulent flesh. She turned her emerald eyes upward and saw the expression of stark lust on the man's face.
"Your turn," she said. "Make me feel as good as I'm making you feel."
"We will experience it together!" he promised. He fumbled under his apron and pulled out a foil wrapped condom. He quickly stripped off the foil and put on the rubber. Then the man reached down and stroked over Karen's ample boobs.
She closed her eyes and let the warm touch contrast with her cold skin. Every touch was different, new, more stimulating than she would have thought possible. The contrast between hot and cold turned her on in a big way.
Then he was moving behind her.
"On your hands and knees," he ordered. "I would take you like a dog. From behind. My cock in your fine blonde pussy. I would fuck you until you beg for mercy!"
"I'll beg for more," Karen said, getting into position. She hiked up her skirt. She sighed when he stroked over the naked curves of her bottom. He reached between her legs and found the thick crease between her thighs and probed again with his fingers.
"Not those," she complained. "Your cock. I want to feel your cock inside me!"
"A woman who knows her own mind. That is good." He dropped behind her. She lifted her feet and locked them over his calves. And then Karen wasn't sure what she did. The hiss of flesh moving against flesh thrilled her, but not as much as the hot prong ramming deep into her cunt.
She found herself assaulted by contrasting sensations. Her hands and knees were cold against the floor. Every time the fan kicked on, she felt a winter storm gust over her bare, dangling tits. The cold made her more sensitive to the lightest touch of a warm hand, a hot breath, the movement of fiery cock along her skin.
And yet inside she was on fire with the motion of his cock reaming her out.
"More, more," she begged. "I need it all. Faster. Burn me up inside!"
The chef grunted as he started fucking her with long, powerful strokes. He sank balls deep into her twat. He put his hands on her fleshy ass-cheeks to balance himself as he hammered at her from behind. Every stroke forward, he pulled back with his hands.
Karen felt her ass grinding into his groin and her pussy being filled with a throbbing erection. The cold in the freezer did not bother her as a chilly breeze gusted past her superheated snatch.
"I'm shaking all over," Karen gasped out. She felt sweat beading on her forehead even as she shivered in the cold. Hot. Cold. Her belly on fire with the fucking she was getting. Her tits were tight and firm and pulsating from the cold. Her face was flushed and frostbitten. Her pussy lips were icy and her pussy filled with burning napalm.
The contrasts pushed Karen over the edge. She came. Powerfully. The grip of orgasm shook her like a cat shakes a rat, and when it eased up she found herself needing that cock fucking into her more than ever.
Reaching back between her legs, she found the hairy sac holding the man's balls. She started massaging and kneading the churning nuts. He gasped and arched his back, arrowing deeper into her cunt and staying there.
She massaged his balls until they hardened into a sphere dangling under his hard-on.
"Can't do this much more," he said. "That feels so good. Your cunt's all tight and wet and gripping down on me. Now you're playing with my balls. I can't hold on."
"Fuck me," Karen cried. "I need it!"
The slender blonde wanted more of his fabulous pecker. The man pulled back slowly, a piston in a well-oiled channel. She sobbed as a vacuum formed within her twat. Karen shook and moaned and cried for more. He reentered her so hard and fast it drove her flat onto the floor.
Lifting her ass slightly, she let him keep fucking with erratic strokes. She knew he was on the verge of cumming. The cold floor did things to her she would never have believed possible.
Cold and hot. Cold tits. Hot cunt. Cold ass-cheeks, hot hands moving around her waist to find the clit at the top of her sex lips. Her body had gooseflesh from the cold, but the fires spreading inside burned away any discomfort.
"More," she demanded. "I need more."
His hips went wild. He fucked with such power Karen scooted a little along the cool floor with every thrust. Karen knew this was going to be it. She trembled, and it was more from the heat than the cold.
Struggling, she pulled herself up. He continued to work feverishly at her until she got on her hands and knees again. He fucked her like a dog, and she loved it.
When she came, it rattled her teeth and made her howl. Karen's body shook like a leaf in a high wind, a winter wind. The freezing cold and the hot flesh inside her merged and melted and exploded into an even more powerful cum.
Karen tensed her pussy muscles around his fast-fucking boner. This slowed him and increased the friction, keeping her balanced on the pinnacle of orgasmic desire for a few seconds more. Even better, it set off his cock.
"My jizz," he moaned. "Burns white-hot all the way from my balls to the tip of my dick. Going to erupt, going to explode. My cock's going to explode!" He bent forward and let desire take complete control of his hips. He plugged her fast and long and deep, his cock finally spewing forth its load and then turning limp inside her tightness.
Karen let the depleted penis slip from her pussy and then turned around to sit on the floor. Cold shivers ran up and down her spine. The region that had turned so hot with passion a few seconds earlier now felt cold and abandoned in the air blowing through the freezer. But the sultry blonde wasn't complaining.
"You finished the job your brother started," she said. "It was great!"
"I, too, enjoyed it. Salvatore, he never knows what he is doing. He starts but never finishes. I am not that way."
"Thankfully," Karen said, exhaling hotly. Her breath turned to silvery plumes in the cold freezer.
"Come now, leave or you will die of pneumonia. I have work to do. Those my brother waits on will want their food."
"I certainly enjoyed the house special," Karen said, standing. She put her hands on her frosty rump and rubbed. The heat awakened recent memories of the chef's hands on her ass-cheeks and his fuck-stick drilling so potently into her.
She wished there could be more but saw this wasn't the time.
"I'll be back," she promised. "For both of you!"
"Forget my brother," the chef said, laughing. "I know everything about dressings-and undressing!" He muttered to himself and began working on the dinner orders, ignoring Karen entirely.
She felt a bit neglected but not too much. She had dined on enough cock to tide her over. For a while.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Karen got home around midnight, tired and feeling pretty good. Cheating on her husband had never seemed better to her, but she knew there was a downside to all this. Once she sampled other men's cocks, she wanted more. Lots more.
The brief fling at the restaurant had gotten her hot. She smiled thinking of how she and the chef had fucked in the cooler after the waiter had gotten her turned on. It had made her both hot and cold, but mostly hot in the twat. The brief time after had been good, but now she was getting horny again.
For years with Michael it had been only a nagging thought something might be wrong. Ever since she fucked the lineman, she knew what had gone wrong with her life. And she knew perfectly well how to change it now.
"What's going on?" Karen frowned when she saw Michael's car in the driveway. There was another car behind it, a small red sports car. She parked on the street and went to the front door but did not go in. Something told her she'd be better off exploring cautiously.
Going around the side of the house, she chanced a peek into the bedroom window. The window was open and coming from within were sounds she knew all too well.
Someone was getting laid. And in her own bed!
Karen peeked inside and saw Michael on the bed-and under him, legs spread wantonly wide, was a black-haired woman with nothing on but a look of complete lust.
"Fuck me, you big stud," the woman said to Michael.
"Anything you want, Brenda my dearest," Michael said. Karen stiffened and started to shout out her anger. Then she caught sight of her husband's prick. In silhouette it seemed bigger than ever. And it moved directly for the other woman's gash. The tip of Michael's prick brushed along the pussy lips and then dipped far in.
Karen closed her eyes and imagined what that felt like. She had been on the receiving end of it once upon a time-and with all the passion he now showed Brenda.
"Yeah, cool, real cool," Brenda said. "You fill me up like nobody else can. Fuck me good, Mike. Do it all to me!"
"Can't keep from cumming. Just looking at you makes me horny."
"I know," the other woman said. Karen peeked into her own bedroom again and saw Brenda grab Michael's cock and stroke up and down it. She tugged and pulled him back between her legs.
From the window, Karen saw perfectly how that fevered, steely prick tapped lightly against Brenda's cunt lips, then plunged all the way in. The woman gasped at the sudden intrusion. She reached up and stroked over Michael's arms, moaning and sobbing. Her hips lifted a little off the bed as she tried to cram even more of the hidden cock into her heated love channel.
"You're tight. Crushing me," gasped Michael. "I want to fuck you till I die from sex overload!"
Karen's fingers tightened into fists. She could arrange that. He was cheating on her!
Then she almost laughed. She had spent the last two days doing the same to him. He wasn't giving her what she wanted, so she looked for it elsewhere. She had found cocksmen who were a lot better lovers than Michael. They could fuck until she came, something he seldom did.
Until recently. Karen realized she had released her own sexual potential when she had left the marriage bed and found others to sexually satisfy her. The fucking had been the greatest-and without Michael.
But she still felt jealous when she saw him with Brenda. The blonde wanted what he was giving so freely in there. She wanted to take his cock all the way up her pussy until she was turned on and gasping in passion.
She heard the lewd sucking sounds as Michael's prick raced in and out of Brenda's juiced fuck hole. The dark-haired woman's legs curled on either side of the man's body as she took him deeper and deeper into her pussy. The sight of the pecker vanishing and then pulling back made Karen's own cunny leak and ooze its oily inner juices. She reached down and rubbed it.
Karen was glad she wore a skirt. It was easier to get to her snatch and finger herself as she spied on Michael and Brenda.
"More, oh, yes, more, give it all to me, all, aieee!"
The dark-haired woman screamed as orgasm rushed through her lithe, slender body. Karen almost came from watching. How she envied Brenda!
"Good, real good," Michael said, slipping from the hot twat and sitting on the edge of the bed. "I want something to drink, and there's nothing in the refrigerator."
"Get me something, too," Brenda said, "but don't be too long."
"I didn't hear you saying that a minute ago," Michael joked.
"You can never be longer than I am deep, but keep trying," Brenda said, laughing. She rolled onto her side and took Michael's limp cock in her mouth. She gave a few quick sucks and then sent him on his way. All the while, Karen watched from the window.
Michael left the house, jumped in the sporty car and roared off. Karen wondered what she ought to do. Then she came to a decision and went inside. Walking slowly toward the bedroom, she felt her heart racing. Her husband was cheating with this bitch, and she had caught them in the act.
Karen stood in the open doorway, staring at Brenda stretched out on the bed. Her bed! The light caught the woman's fleshy thighs and ass-cheeks, highlighting her curves. Karen bit her lower lip and walked closer, then sat on the bed.
"You didn't take long. Or do you need something to remind you what you're coming back to?" Brenda rolled over and stared into Karen's bright green eyes. For a moment, there was nothing but lust on that lovely face. Then shock replaced it.
"You're his wife!"
"I saw everything," Karen said. She reached out and put her hand on Brenda's leg. The warmth of that silky smooth, inviting flesh raced up Karen's arm. Just inches away nestled between those legs was a dark patch of pussy fur.
Karen couldn't stop herself from reaching out and running her hand over the tangled mat around Brenda's well-fucked snatch.
"He fucked the daylights out of you, didn't he? He hasn't done that to me in years. But I see why he gets hot looking at you." Karen tried to get mad but found she couldn't. The sight of this naked woman-in her own bed!-turned Karen on in a big way.
"You said you watched. You know he did. He's the best lover I've ever had. And his cock! It's huge, especially inside me. It spreads my cunny all out of shape and-" Brenda bit off her explanation of what turned her on about Michael. She realized she was talking to the man's wife and had been caught cheating.
"I don't blame him. You have such a nice vaj." Karen ran her fingers between the trembling cunt lips and they came away with Brenda's inner lubricants. She licked them off her fingers slowly, carefully, relishing the taste. It was better than any wine.
"You're turned on by this? Kinky!" Brenda rolled onto her back. Her legs drifted apart, revealing even more of her hairy triangle. "Go on. See where Michael's just been."
The invitation was more than Karen could resist. She stripped off her skirt and blouse and cast them aside. Bare assed, she jumped onto the bed, straddling Brenda. Her blonde snatch pressed down into Brenda's mouth, and she applied her own to the tasty juices leaking from within the dark-haired woman's cunt.
Before she could draw her tongue along the dark-haired gash, she felt Brenda's tongue probing into her gooey twat.
"Ummm, you are hot from watching, aren't you? This is good!" Brenda's oral organ drew along the pink-tinged edges of Karen's sex lips, then plunged deep into the woman's interior.
Karen closed her eyes and let the waves of desire wash through her loins. Brenda knew how to use her tongue. That had to be one reason Michael enjoyed fucking with her. Karen remembered how Brenda had given him a going-away blow job.
When was the last time she'd done that for him? When was the last time he had wanted it from her?
Karen reached around and gripped Brenda's firm ass-cheeks. This caused the dark-haired woman to spread her legs a bit more and open her pussy completely to Karen's questing mouth.
She licked and tasted the salty, tangy juices. She immediately wanted more. Her tongue lashed out and burrowed into the soft flesh she found between Brenda's thighs. Being a muff diver had never been something Karen thought about, but after her sexy session with Jennifer, it had been on her mind more and more.
"I like this," she said around a mouthful of snatch. Karen nuzzled down in the tangled mat of pussy fur and licked carefully. Then her tongue found Brenda's most sensitive flesh.
Karen caught the spire of clit and teased it with only the tip of her tongue. She let her lips stroke from the base to the pointy top of that pink, quivery flesh. Then, sucking hard, she drew it into her mouth where she could tantalize it even more. She used her tongue and teeth and lips and sucked hard. And it drove Brenda wild with lust.
The dark-haired woman began thrashing about, forcing Karen to hang on tight. Her fingers gripped down on the other woman's ass-cheeks and kept her where she could lick as hard as possible on the go-button quaking beneath her oral attentions.
"Can't help myself. You're too good," Brenda gasped out. "I'm going to cum!"
"Lick my pussy!" ordered Karen. "I want to feel the same thing you are!"
Karen almost collapsed on top of Brenda when the dark-haired woman obeyed. Her tongue rammed hard and fast into Karen's snatch. Not content with simply tongue-fucking, she began stirring her licker around and around inside Karen's tight pussy.
Every stroke sent an electric tingle into her cunt. She felt herself opening her legs so Brenda could get in even more. The woman's nose burrowed in her pussy mound and her tongue raced back and forth in the heated twat until Karen was almost ready to cum.
The two women fed each other's lust until they rolled over and over on the bed, heads pressed between thighs, mouths locked on pussies, their bodies tense and as sensitive as a raw nerve with the intensity of their oral sex.
Nose and tongue worked on Brenda's cunt. Karen felt the other woman's pink, darting tongue reaching depths only a man's cock had before. The wet, slip-sliding motion set her off. She tried to hold back her orgasm and failed. She shrieked out her joy and then found her head locked between Brenda's thighs.
Deaf and blind, Karen could do nothing but lick and suck pussy. She tongue-fucked as hard as Brenda had-with the same result.
The midnight-haired woman came hard. The cum set off a minor tremor in Karen's sleek young body, and then they were both drained sexually. For the moment.
Karen swung around and stared at her husband's lover. Brenda was good at oral sex, but was this the only reason Michael fucked her? She had no answer.
And from the way Brenda stared at her, Karen knew similar questions ran through her mind.
"I didn't mean to break up your marriage," Brenda started.
"I've found more interesting guys than Michael," Karen told her. "Somehow, fucking around with them has been more exciting than being with Michael." She paused a minute before adding, "Almost as much fun as being with you."
"You're pretty good with your mouth. I can't believe it that you never gave Michael head. Unless you only get off on other chicks."
"What?" Karen was outraged. She would have done anything for him. Sucking his cock was only a part of the sexual favors she would have showered on him.
"That's what he said." Brenda's finger traced lazy circles around Karen's left tit. The finger slowly spiraled upward to the very tip where she played with the cherry-red, throbbingly hard nipple.
Karen put her hand on Brenda's flat stomach, then moved lower until her palm rested on the woman's snatch. She felt the carnal heat boiling from within. This was one hot fox.
"It's not true. He stopped wanting sexsometime. I can't remember the exact time." She thought a bit more. "Maybe he just got bored with me. I know I did with him."
"That's why you're scouting around for other studs? I know I prefer having a lot of men. Each does something different-and excitingly so."
"I found that other women give me different pleasures, too," Karen said. Her hand moved lower and her middle finger curled around to move slowly in Brenda's cunt.
Brenda moaned softly at this gentle invasion. She kept on playing with Karen's tits.
"I'm glad you're not mad at me. Other women wouldn't be so understanding."
"How can I be mad at you? It's not your fault you were turned on by Michael. I think he's a sexy guy. That's why I married him."
"And I'm sure he married you because you're so hot." Brenda moved to suck on Karen's tits. The thrill flooding into the blonde was more than she could put into words. She lay back and let the lustful feelings build within her.
She sat upright when Michael barked, "What's going on? You two together?"
He stood in the door, staring at Karen and Brenda, his mouth gaping.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"What's going on?" asked Michael.
"I found out about you and Brenda," Karen said, savoring the expression of shock on his face. Making him squirm after all he had done-and not done-for her the past few years seemed like pay-back.
"I-" Michael tried to say something but nothing came out.
"Oh, don't be like that," Brenda said. "Karen and I worked things out. We can share you."
"What?" The expression on her husband's face made Karen laugh.
"I don't know what's been going on between you two, but you're both terrific in bed. I love your cock, Mike, and Karen, you are one fine pussy eater."
"What?" stammered Michael.
"So we can all get together, right?" Brenda went on. "There's no reason not to make nice-and make love."
"The three of us? I don't fuck her anymore because she doesn't excite me."
"Her?" Brenda's eyes went wide, then she laughed. "You're out of your head! Look at her. A sexy blonde with a bod that won't quit. And neither will her mouth. I bet her pussy is nice and tight, too. It was around my tongue." She licked her lips and purred like a contented cat.
"You ate her out? My wife."
"Sure, she did, and better than you ever did," Karen said. "You never eat my pussy."
"That's because-"
"Hold on!" cried Brenda. "I want to be sure of what's going on here. You say Michael never eats your pussy like this?" Brenda dived between Karen's thighs, forcing apart her legs until her mouth moved over her sex lips in a lewd kiss.
Karen gasped as the quick, darting tongue found her clit. Brenda sucked a few seconds and then worked even lower along her furry gash. Her tongue fucked in and out a couple of times and then left. Karen moaned softly, empty inside and needing more. Lots more.
"That's what he never does, right? And I'll bet you'd say Karen never does this to you!"
Brenda dropped to her knees and worked open Michael's pants. His erection snapped out like a switchblade knife opening. Before it could do more than bob once, Brenda pounced on it.
Her lips closed and she sucked until her cheeks went hollow. Her tongue worked up and down the sensitive underside, finding the cleft head of his pecker and giving it special oral attention.
Sucking slowly, she drew him into her mouth. His cock rubbed over her rough tongue and started down her throat. Brenda backed off them, licking her lips.
"That's what she's not doing for you, right?"
"Not like that," exclaimed Michael.
"So it's settled. You eat her pussy, and she'll give you head. 69. That's only fair."
"But he's not as good as you are," protested Karen.
"But you like the feel of his cock drilling into you, don't you?" The dark-haired woman's eyes gleamed.
"Well, yeah. I just never get enough. That's why I started fooling around. I found a lot of guys who were more generous with their peckers."
"You never had any trouble getting it up just mentioning Karen," Brenda told Michael. "So get on over here and stick it in her. I'll take care of the other parts."
"What other parts?" asked Michael.
"You'll see!" Brenda grabbed his hard-on and tugged gently, leading Michael to the bed. Between Brenda and Karen, they had him stripped and ready for action in a few seconds.
Karen lay back on the bed, staring at the way Michael's dick jerked with need. How huge it was! And how much she needed it! If he had given her that ponderous log of flesh a few inches at a time until he had fucked her miles and miles and miles, she would not have found other guys willing to fuck her.
"I think the problem is simple. Karen needs more than you were giving her. Let's see if we can't overload all her sex circuits." Brenda pushed Karen down and ran her hands along the insides of her thighs.
The light, teasing touch made Karen's silky skin tingle with need. Then Michael crouched between her legs. Karen lifted them slightly and let his prong brush up and down along her oily snatch. She creamed more and more as that cock banged gently into the fleshy gates guarding her depths.
She cried out in joy when he sank balls deep into her. Karen felt her pussy filled to overflowing. His prick was even bigger than she remembered-and it felt great!
"But this isn't enough for her," Brenda said, as if she lectured a class of eager students. "For instance, I bet she'd love this." Brenda bent over, her mouth sucking and licking at
Karen's titflesh.
A tongue pressed down hard into a rocky-hard button of aroused nipple. The fires of lust were ignited within Karen, and both Michael and Brenda fueled them with their mouth and cock.
"It is so good," sobbed out Karen. The warmth from having her tits sucked and licked spread throughout her chest and collided with the blazing heat growing in her loins. Michael's cock stroked with even, deliberate movements that ignited more than simple lust.
She wanted it all. She wanted Brenda's mouth and Michael's cock and she wanted them all the time!
"More, give me more," she said greedily.
"Do it, Michael," ordered Brenda. "Fuck her as hard and fast as you can. And I'll show her how great a woman's mouth can be."
Karen's cunt burned with friction from the fucking. She lifted her ass off the bed so she could take even more of that pleasure spike into her yearning twat. As she moved, she got a double dose of delight. Her tit was sucked entirely into Brenda's mouth.
The other woman gnawed gently, used her tongue and then pushed it away to slide down the slope of titflesh and soar up the other.
Karen found herself caught in the vise of double excitement. At tit and cunt, she got stimulation such as she never felt before. The lightest touch on her sensitive boobs made her gasp for air, but the thick stalk of man-meat slipping in and out of her cunt aroused her even more.
"I want to do something for you," begged Karen.
"Do it. Eat my pussy," ordered Brenda.
Karen blinked and saw the dark-haired woman's pussy opening above her face. She strained a little and applied her mouth once more to Brenda's pussy. She returned the pleasure Brenda gave her so wantonly.
Brenda was not stopping to only enjoy the rising tide of ecstasy within her own voluptuous body. She bent forward and licked around the prick jamming hard into Karen's pussy.
She licked hungrily at Michael's monster-sized cock as it came out of its superheated sheath, then toyed with Karen's cunt lips until Michael fucked hard back into the yearning cavity.
Karen worked to suck as much of Brenda's cunt juices as she could, but concentrating was hard. The way Michael drove his boner in and out of her took away all her senses. Karen was lost in the wonder of the sensations blasting into her with the lightest touch from that cock. And then he started moving faster and faster, burning her with erotic heat.
Karen gasped and fell back to the bed, letting the tide of orgasm sneak up on her, edging closer like surf against a sandy beach. The sexual pressures rose slowly and then built faster, matching the speed of the cock drilling deep into her.
The orgasm never hit her.
"No," she moaned. "This is the way it always is. He doesn't get me off. I'm so horny!"
"Then move around and try something else," Brenda suggested. The other woman pushed Michael flat on the bed and positioned Karen so she straddled his waist, impaled on the throbbing pillar of cock.
"Fuck yourself. Your speed, your direction. Corkscrew around. Really drill him into your pussy. Do it fast or slow. Whatever suits you."
"What about me?" protested Michael.
"You're not going to be neglected, luv," Brenda promised. She kissed Karen squarely on the lips, then moved back along the woman's jawline, licking and nibbling as she went. She caught an earlobe and toyed with it before finding the back of Karen's neck.
The shivers of desire in the blonde's body went all the way down to her belly and collided with the warmth from the cock hidden away inside her.
Karen tried to speak and found she couldn't. She lifted slowly on the prick in her pussy, then dropped fast, taking it all the way. She repeated this, turning this way and that so the meaty rod stroked over different sections of her cooze walls with every entry and exit.
She shoved her pussy mound down hard and then balanced on her hands, tits pointed toward the ceiling.
Karen cried out with desire when Brenda licked across her taut titflesh and then went lower, across the slight dome of her taut belly and to the top of the vee of her cunt lips.
The darting mouth left as quickly as it came and worked behind Karen, around her waist and then to her spine.
"I feel like I've shoved my whole body into an electric socket," Karen sobbed out.
"Fuck yourself faster," protested Michael. "I don't know how much longer I can take this. You're getting me too hot too fast. I can't control myself. I can't. And I want this to go forever!"
Karen leaned forward, hands on Michael's heaving chest. She felt his frenzied heartbeat and this set her off. Her hips rose and fell faster and faster. She couldn't take his cock inside her fast enough. She fucked herself until her loins were molten metal, flowing and sloshing about in her body.
Then Brenda added the spark required to really get her off. The midnight-tressed woman licked down Karen's spine and across her curvy ass-cheeks. Not satisfied with this, Brenda shoved her tongue down between those meaty slabs in a quest to find Karen's tightly puckered ass-hole.
When the tip of her tongue tried to enter Karen from behind, even as Michael's hard-on filled her cockpit and her mind ran wild with the exhilaration of this wild, reckless fucking, Karen came. Hard. The cum shook her senses and tossed her high on the winds of total sexual release.
"N-never felt that good before. I don't want it to stop."
"Then don't," Brenda said. "Fuck yourself harder on his cock. If you won't, I will!"
Karen was sweaty and dazed from the cum. She knew Brenda pushed her to one side and mounted Michael's prick, getting it full length up her own twat. It wasn't until the hollow feeling warned Karen of what was going on that she responded.
"No you don't. I didn't get anywhere near enough!"
Karen saw that Michael was lifting his butt off the bed in an attempt to split Brenda down the middle with his cock. His mouth was open, and he panted harshly. On impulse, Karen threw her leg over and sat on his face.
She was not disappointed. His tongue immediately entered her twat and gave her the eating out of her young life.
Even better, Brenda reached out for support. The women faced each other and could stroke over the other's body. Karen let the soft skin of Brenda's tits flow under her fingers as she caressed and stroked. Brenda closed her eyes and rejoiced in the sexual heat mounting in her. Karen wasn't content to let it go at that.
Leaning forward, she kept Michael's tongue fucking hard at her pussy. But she could also kiss Brenda. The women clung to each other, kissing and stroking and turning each other on. But for Karen it went farther. She could see Michael's cock entering and leaving Brenda's dark fur-rimmed cunt. The sounds and smells made her heart race.
The real turn-on came from Michael's tongue reaming her out. He touched every sensitive spot. Her cunt lips. Her clit. The depths of her pussy. He sucked and licked and tongue-fucked it all until Karen's body was drenched with sex sweat.
Then she came. Hard. The world twisted in wild, crazy circles around her and she clung passionately to Brenda. The other woman screamed as orgasm hit her. From the way Michael was bucking about under her, Karen knew he was climaxing, too.
The three of them rode the winds of ecstasy until there was nothing left. Spent, they lay in each other's arms.
Karen had never been happier as she snuggled close to Michael's right side. She knew Brenda was on the left, and it didn't matter. When they got their strength back, the three of them could fuck again and make things right all over.
It wasn't until the doorbell rang that Karen even knew the other woman had left.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Karen shivered as she got out of bed and grabbed a bathrobe. She looked around and figured Brenda had left. That was a pity. Karen had enjoyed the time they'd spent together. Her husband had good taste in the chicks he fooled around with.
Karen stared back at Michael, asleep on the bed. She didn't much care if he screwed around on her. She had done the same to him, and it had been good. Better than good, the sexy blonde decided. It had changed her life.
She had gone through life bored and getting duller by the day. Finding she could sate her sexual desires with men-and women-had changed her outlook and brightened her existence. Karen could never turn around in her new life and go back to watching TV all day and wondering when she'd have her pussy filled with hard-fucking cock again.
Anytime she wanted it, she would go get it.
Michael could do the same, if he wasn't getting what he needed from their marriage. They were good together, but they were even better when someone else was added to the sexy mix. like Brenda.
The doorbell rang again. Karen muttered to herself, "All right, I'm coming. Hold on." She thought Brenda might have locked herself out. The notion the dark-haired woman might want to come back in to fuck some more exoited her. Karen was ready for another hot and heavy round of fucking.
Even if Michael wasn't up for it, she and Brenda could enjoy each other. A lot.
She opened the door and blinked. No one was there.
"What's going on?" she called. "Is this some kind of joke?" She stepped out onto the doorstep. She was rushed from both sides and carried back into her living room.
"What's going on?" she demanded as groping hands untied the belt to her robe and others pulled it off. She was buck naked before she knew it. Then she saw who had stripped her.
"Chase! What-" Karen gasped and closed her eyes, letting the wondrous sensation of a woman's tongue working toward her ass-hole fill her. "You brought Brenda back with you?"
"Brenda?" came the peeved voice. "Who's that? The bimbo Michael's been boffing?"
"Jennifer!"
"None other. Now bend forward. I want to lick that tight little ass-hole of yours. It's a real turn-on!"
Karen did as she was told, her hands resting on the arm of her sofa as Jennifer's tongue invaded her from behind. Karen tried to relax her anus but couldn't. The thrill of the wet, probing tongue was too much for her.
"You aren't going to simply stand there, are you?" asked Chase. He moved around in front of her and flopped on the sofa. She stared down at his erection. It jutted up from his groin like a flagpole with a big purple knob on the end. Her mouth watered at the sight of so much succulent flesh to suck on.
"Bend over more," urged Jennifer. "You can give him head while I'm enjoying your fine ass."
The blonde did as she was told, reaching out to capture Chase's pecker and pull it toward her mouth. She was stretched taut, but this didn't bother Jennifer. The woman shoved her face squarely between Karen's meaty ass-cheeks and tickled and teased with her tongue. Karen went weak in the knees from the delightful sensations within her but knew she would be even more excited if she shoved Chase's cock into her own mouth.
She bobbed over and took only the tip between her lips. Karen kissed lightly and bobbed back. He sighed in contentment. The blonde wanted more from him. She wanted to taste his salty cum spewing into her mouthnow! t
Stroking over the hairy sac dangling under his chunky stalk of man-meat, she sucked in the head and ran her tongue around and around. Every swipe across the underside of his prick made him jerk as if someone had jabbed him with a needle.
"More, suck more," he urged.
Karen shuddered as the tongue kept invading her from behind and the cock in her hand bucked harder and harder. She wanted cum in her mouth. She was going to get it fast.
Karen began sucking on the end of Chase's pecker, taking more and more into her mouth. The dick bucked hard against her lips and then sank deeper into her throat. Before she got Chase's dong into her face, she heard a loud cry of amazement from the direction of her bedroom.
"What's going on? What are you doing?"
"Enjoying ourselves, Michael," she told her husband, turning and looking away from the cock she so avidly sucked. She held on to Chase's prick so he couldn't scramble away. Both he and Jennifer were startled by her husband's sudden entrance.
"We didn't know you were here. We thought you left with the chick in the sexy red sports car," said Jennifer.
"So you three have been getting it on?"
"Just as you and Brenda have," Karen said. "It's time we had this out in the open, Michael."
"Time for us to go," Jennifer said to her husband.
"Stay," snapped Karen. "I want you to hear this. Michael's been sleeping around on his trips. I don't know how long or with how many women, and I don't care."
"You don't?" Michael's eyes went wide.
"If they're as good as Brenda, I understand why you want to sink your cock into strange pussy," Karen said. "But when you're home, I want it for myself."
"Can we share?" asked Jennifer, looking hopeful at the prospect of still more cock.
"Yeah, I want them to join in. I've found there's more to sex than your precious prick, Michael," she said. "Lots more, but I still love the way you do me. It's just that I want more. All the time."
"You want me to bring my girlfriends home?"
"Why not? I want to join in. The more the merrier to help me get over my horniness. And I want you to get your buns over here right now and help out. She and Chase are way too much for me!"
"In your dreams," Chase said. "You're the one who can wear us out." He held his cock up for her to suck on again, but Karen wanted more now. If this was going to work out for them all, everyone had to be involved.
And she wanted to sample it all. Pussy and cock. Pussy and cocks!
"I want to suck you off," Jennifer said to Michael. She moved and ran her hands up and down his legs, pulling him closer. She turned to look out sidelong at Karen to be sure she didn't mind. Karen smiled and nodded.
Jennifer's cheeks went concave as she applied suction to Michael's cock. Avidly licking and sucking, she gave him better head than he'd gotten before.
The way Jennifer leaned forward gave Karen an idea. She liked sucking cock, but pussy was so tasty! She dropped flat on her back and scooted forward so Jennifer's pussy was spread wide open just above her lips.
Karen's tongue shot out and parted her friend's sex lips. Then she began plunging her tongue in and out with an exciting rhythm.
Karen was just getting into eating the pussy of the woman sucking off her husband when she felt Chase's hand moving over her own snatch.
"Empty, so empty," Chase said. "Let me do something about that."
Karen gasped when Chase ran his hands under her ass-cheeks and lifted her off the floor enough to drive his pecker directly into her twat. He stretched out a little so he could suck on her titties. Every touch was dipped in acid and made Karen shiver and jerk with excitement.
"More," she panted from around a mouthful of dark pussy fur. "I want more.
"Hmmm, yeah, give me more, too," said Jennifer. "I don't like it when you goof off. Keep that tongue moving in my poor little cooze. I love it!"
"Will you stop talking and start sucking?" Michael complained. He laced his fingers through Jennifer's long, dark hair and pulled her back to his crotch. His dick vanished into her avid mouth. He shook all over as she applied her tongue to the entire length of his cock and then worked lower.
Her tongue brushed along the bottom of his prick and batted his balls around. Michael started shifting from foot to foot as the lovely woman's mouth sucked in his balls and began to gnaw gently. Trapped inside, in a thick white stew, his balls tumbled and threatened to explode.
"Can't last too long. You turn me on too fast!"
"It's my goal in life," murmured Jennifer from around the balls in her mouth. She shoved them out with her tongue and moved up to the very tip of his cock again.
This time she sucked for all she was worth and was rewarded by a fountain of white-hot jism. Her appetite for the creamy cum was endless, but she missed some of it. It splashed down her chin and dripped onto Karen's face.
"Hmmm, yummy," Karen said from below. "I love the combination. Pussy juice and jizz."
Karen's heart was hammering hard. She had watched her neighbor suck off her husbandand her best friend's husband was pummeling her pussy with his incredible cock. Every movement brought new and different pleasure.
She gasped when Chase's pecker found still another way to bore into her juicy twat.
"More, oh, oh!" shrieked Jennifer. She tensed around Karen's face. A torrent of creamy juice leaked from within her as Jennifer came hard. She flopped to one side, looking up at Michael.
"You and I have something in common. We both have to recover."
"Won't take long-if we cooperate," Michael said. He took Jennifer in his arms, and they kissed hard. Karen felt a twinge of jealousy and then forgot all about it. She loved Michael. She also loved Jennifer and the way the woman could excite her.
And Chase? He was fucking faster and faster into her, bringing her blood to a boil. She rocked onto her back and drew her knees up so her pussy would be nice and tight.
"So good, so incredibly good," Chase said. He pulled out until only the head of his pecker remained within her. Then he inched forward. Every fraction was pure sexual torture for Karen. The thickness of his hard-on spread her wide. And she found she could squeeze down hard with her strong inner muscles and feel every contour hidden away in her lust-slickened pussy.
"Do it to me fast," she begged. "I can't take it like this. Fuck me fast and hard!"
"You're appreciating how wonderful a gentle screw can be," Chase said. "Easy does it, one little bit at a time.. . "
Karen closed her eyes and played with her own tits. She caught the nipples and tweaked them hard. The sensation from this sent tongues of fire into her chest that met the powerful urges rising from her cunny.
She tossed from side to side as he kept sliding his dick into her, an inch every few seconds. She didn't think she could stand the strain any longer. But she did. Tensing and relaxing around the thick plug of his cock up her snatch, she tried to figure out what all the contours were.
The big blue vein on top pulsed and throbbed with desire. Desire for her. The purple arrowhead atop the fuck-stick spread as he entered her more and more. When she was sure she couldn't take the sexual tension any longer, he pulled back.
This was worse than the slow screw.
She groaned and rocked, catching her legs behind her knees to pull herself into an even tighter ball. When she did this, her already tight pussy narrowed even more. She felt as if she had two cocks inside her, fucking with methodical sureness.
"Can't hang on. That robs me of my control. Damn, Karen, you're tight!" moaned Chase.
His hips went berserk as he plunged full depth into her clutching cunt. Every stroke made Karen gasp with desire. The idea that she had pushed him over the edge thrilled her even more. She could please any man she wanted. She could get even more pleasure from them in return.
like with Chase.
He grunted and shot his load. Seconds later, Karen tensed as orgasm clutched her slender body in a tight, erotic grip. As she relaxed from her cum, she stared up to see her husband standing over her. He had another hard-on.
For her.
"Your turn," she said. "But I want to make it with Chase and Jennifer later."
"That's all right," Michael said.
"And maybe with other guys," Karen said. The blonde stroked over her well-fucked pussy and wanted more. From Michael, from Chase, from Jennifer and her eager, hungry mouth-from all kinds of men and women!
"Just save some space for me," Michael said, lifting her to her feet and pulling her close. She fit his huge pecker into her cunt and wrapped a leg around his waist. On tiptoe she began bouncing so he moved up and down inside her. For the first time in longer than she could remember, she was turned on in a big way by her own husband.
The thought of cheating on him turned Karen on even more. She could hardly wait for Michael to finish so she could find someone else!
