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 KAREN 12 - WHO'S THAT KNOCKING ON MY DOOR



   Bed can be the loneliest place in the world.

   I, who had become used to sharing my bed with so many members of my
family, now found myself so alone in my empty bed.  For the first time
since my mother had died, I cried myself to sleep.  A fitful sleep carried
me to the dawn.  I watched the sun peek over the horizon, wondering at the
glory of the new day, the joy that should accompany this wondrous event. 
But I could only remember why I was alone.

   Alex.

   I was beginning to hate him, yet I hardly knew him.  I had performed for
him; let him watch me suck off Paul.  Exposed my naked body to him to tease
and excite him.  I made him cum in his pants.  That thought raised the
ghost of a smile.  Then he had tried to make Leslie suck his cock.  Leslie!
Of all people he chose her, my precious, now my daughter.

   Why didn't he pick me?  I wouldn't have minded - I might even have liked
it.  I do with Paul.  Why Leslie?  I remembered: my head was between Rae's
thighs.  Teaching a four-year-old how to enjoy having her cunt licked.  Up
to that point she had enjoyed it, so had I.

   When I heard Leslie's scream I acted without thinking, I threw a knife
at him, hit his arm - in one side out the other.  Everyone said what a good
shot.  I had aimed at his head.

   These thoughts rolled round and round my head.  Tormenting me, depriving
me of my rest.

   I nearly jumped out of my skin when a hand touched my back.

   "Mum," said a sleepy voice, "why aren't you with Gail and Paul?"

   I turned and held open my arms; Leslie slid between them to lie against
my chest.  I kissed her head.

   "I'll tell you in the morning, my precious." I rocked her in my arms.  I
felt her fall asleep, totally trusting, without a care.  What a blessing
childhood is for children.

   I lay her in my bed then I lay down beside her.  My tiredness caught up
with me; moments later I too fell asleep.

   I drifted off into sleep thinking that sometimes, bed could be the best
place in the world.

   The next time I awoke, I felt warmth on my back and front.  I opened my
eyes to find Rae curled in my arms.  Leslie, then must be behind me.  A
snuffle and grunt, surprised me.  That most certainly was NOT Leslie!  Then
I felt rough whiskers on my neck, and, between my ass cheeks, the
unmistakable hardness of a half-erect cock.  I turned my head toward him.

   "Morning Paul."

   "Muummph." He clasped me closer to him, his arms tightened and I felt
myself pulled into him as I have felt so many times before.  I smiled and
closed my eyes and slept again.

   I was walking across a cloud when I felt a strange sensation between my
legs.  I was being filled with a telegraph pole.  My sense swam as I sorted
out the sensations assaulting me.  The powered ram that filled me now was
slowly withdrawing and I felt the comforting feeling of my lubricating
juices flowing freely down my leg.  The telegraph pole came back, thrusting
into me, waking me more.

   Then I realised Paul, the pig, had started without me.  His hips thrust
forward, driving his solid cock deep into me.  As he thrust forward, I
pushed back against him driving him deeper into me, his cock finally
hitting my cervix.  I was panting now, his hands on my breast and between
my legs.  Teasing both nipple and clit.  A small climax hit me, surprising
me.  I shuddered and cried out, waking Rae.  Paul thrust again and again;
streaks of ecstasy shot from vagina to nipples and back again.  I panted
trying to get enough air into my lungs to survive this onslaught of
pleasure.  I let my head drop to my chest, and watched as Paul's strong
hands moulded my flesh to his will.

   A small hand crept forward and lifted my chin.  As Paul loved me, Rae
looked straight into my eyes.  She watched me as I climbed my mountain of
pleasure, into ecstasy heaven.  Rae clamped her hands on my head and fixed
me with her stare.  I cried out again as I felt Paul's cock swell and
harden.  My vagina was awash with cum as I climaxed, my cunt walls gripping
and squeezing the hard rod within me.  Still panting, still crying, still
locked within Rae's eyes, I shuddered and shook through my orgasm.  I
relaxed, slowly; so slowly.  As Paul kissed my neck, I twisted to him.  We
kissed, awkwardly but satisfying.  His tongue took me with the same
determination as he had fucked me.  Paul took me, he took his pleasure, but
in doing so, he gave me so much more.

   Rae looked at me.

   "You look pretty when you cum," she said.  Then we kissed.  Gentler than
Paul, softly and nervously, we shared our tongues and mouths.  At last, we
broke apart.

   "Karen," Gail's voice surprised us all.  "Karen, there's someone
downstairs to see you."

   I looked at her suddenly filled with understanding.

   Slowly I got up, my bedmates watching me as I dressed.  Today I would
carry the armour of clothing.  Before I left, I kissed both Paul and Rae
and tucked them in.  Father and daughter cuddled close, eyes growing heavy
with sleep.  I wrapped my arms around Gail, my head on her breasts.

   "I need this cuddle," I told her.  Long minutes I stayed in her arms. 
Hand in hand, we started down stairs.

   As I opened the kitchen door Alex turned in his seat.  With a squeak, he
jumped up knocking the chair over.  He stood white faced, hands clutched
together watching me.

   "I don't . . .  " His voice squeaked and shook, part fear, part - part
what?  He was frightened almost witless.  I almost expected him to wet
himself.  I began to feel sorry for him.

   "I don't know what my mum said." He gulped, pleased that he had started
talking at last.  "Whatever she said, I know I was wrong to try to force
your friend." He looked at Gail; we both stared impassively waiting for him
to have his say, for him to run out of steam.  "I'm not the perfect little
angel my mum tries to make me out to be.  I can be a right prat at times."
He looked shamed.  "My dad knows; he tries to treat me like I was growing
up, not my mum though." He looked up defiant now, though tears were running
freely down his face.

   "I was wrong to try and force Leslie, and I don't blame you for what you
did then." He looked down at his arm and grinned weakly.  "I nearly shit
myself when you threw that knife at me." He seemed about to ask something
then thought better of it.  He looked at me, drew himself up and, with
steel in his voice, he spoke for the first time.  "I came here to get my
punishment.  I heard my dad on the phone say that he agreed with Paul that
I should be punished.  I know that my mum will do anything to get me out of
it, that's why I came here myself."

   I looked at him for a few minutes not saying a word.  Then I turned and
picked up the phone.  I dialled Jane and Mike's number.  Jane picked up the
phone on the first ring.  She'd obviously been waiting for it to ring.

   "Jane," I started.  Alex looked shocked.  "Alex is here.  You can speak
to him in a minute.  He's going to get his punishment." I held up the
receiver then placed it on the worktop beside me.  Jane would be able to
hear everything that went on in the kitchen.  Alex still hadn't recovered
from this latest shock.

   I turned to Alex.

   "Strip." His eyes widened at my single word.

   He looked at Gail; she and I stared impassively at him.

   Slowly he took off his jacket.  He looked round for somewhere to hang
it; finding nowhere he dropped it on the floor; his jumper, shirt,
trainers, socks and jeans followed.  Finally, he stood before Gail and me
in his underpants.  We continued to wait, saying nothing, doing nothing. 
After what seemed an eternity he slipped his hands inside the waistband of
his underpants and slid them to the floor.  He threw them onto the pile of
his clothes.

   We watched impassively as he stood before us.  He slowly straightened
up, dropped his hands to his sides and waited.

   Now it was up to me.

   I went to the kitchen cupboard.  I had put the cane there (my mum always
had a cane in the larder: nice and close to hand).  I put the cane on the
table beside Alex.  He looked at it carefully.  We could see he knew what
was to come.

   I pulled out a chair and turned it so the back was toward him.

   "Bend over." I ordered.

   Slowly he arranged himself over the back of the chair.  His buttocks
were presented to me perfectly.  One thing I hadn't thought of though: I
could see his testicles between his legs.  It wasn't part of my plan to hit
those!

   I reached down and pulled his penis and testicles forward.

   "Close your legs tight." I ordered.  He did, and I saw that he was
ready.

   The first stroke made him jump, and realised that I meant to punish him.
He looked at me as he held his hands over his stinging buttocks.

   "Are you sure you want to accept your punishment?" I asked.

   To give him credit, Alex thought for a few moments before answering.

   "Yes," he said as he bent over the chair again.  "Do it now." He looked
at me with both pleading and steel in his eyes.  I began to like him then.

   The next three strokes he took without flinching, the fifth though, was
the one that broke him.

   With a howl Alex sagged onto the chair, his knees collapsed and he was
held up by the chair-back as he sobbed.  Gail and I waited for him.  Soon
he stood again and waited, in position for me to continue, his tears still
falling to the floor.  I heard a loud noise coming from the phone, Jane
trying to stop me, yelling that he'd had enough, he didn't deserve this;
how she hated me!

   "Alex, your mother doesn't think that you deserve any . . ." I started

   "NO!" the ferocity of his reply surprised us both.  "Finish it, NOW!" He
got into position and waited.

   I gave him the next four strokes quickly.  Alex stood sobbing as each
stroke landed.  My determination almost broke at that point.  It was Alex
himself that gave me the backbone to finish.  I paused, three strokes to
go. Alex looked at me.  I returned his look then turned my attention back
to his rear end.  There were some cuts and welts.  His bottom was going to
be one massive bruise.  Now I had to steel myself: the last three.  I
raised my arm, Alex turned his head away, and then I lay the cane across
his buttocks.  Once, he jumped at the shock, a touch but no pain, then
twice more.

   "We're even," I said, almost choking.  I had hated caning him toward the
end.  I'm not a violent person.  Love not war: a motto I live by.

   "Thanks," Alex said as he stood up.  His legs were shaking
uncontrollably.  I picked up the phone again.

   "Jane?" I asked.

   "Hello Karen, I'll come and get him right away." Her voice was shaking.
I think she knew what I had done with the last three strokes.

   "Only if you want to punish him even more." I said

   She gasped realising the state of his bottom now.

   "He's in no fit state to sit through a 3-hour drive.  I'll look after
him and send him back in a week." I hoped that Jane would see the sense in
my argument.  There was a pause before she answered again.

   "Okay.  We'll see him in a week.  Can I speak to him please?"

   I handed the 'phone to Alex.  I looked at the cane in my hand; I hated
it.  HATED IT!  I hated it and everything that it stood for.  There must be
some other way, there has to be a better way than this.  I broke the cane
and dropped it I the bin.  Alex had finished on the phone and looked ready
to fall over.

   "Come on Alex," Gail said, "let's get you in bed for a while."

   "He can have my bed," I said as we supported him.

   Getting Alex upstairs wasn't easy.  Finally, Paul heard us on the stairs
and came down.  He gently lifted Alex and carried him into my room.

   My bed was rumpled and the signs of our lovemaking were obvious.  I
asked Paul to take Alex into the bathroom for a quick shower while I remade
the bed.  Finishing the bed quickly (we have a lot of practice making beds
- all the lovemaking we do!) I went into the bathroom.

   Gail was drying Alex, ready for treating his wounds.  She had her
medical case open and some things lain out ready for use.

   "I should do that," I said, "after all I caused it."

   Alex looked at me, a weak smile on his lips.

   "No," he replied, "I caused it.  You just protected Leslie." He paused
for a second.  "Though you can clean it if you want.  I mean, I would like
you to do it if you wouldn't mind." Again he paused, then added, "Please."

   The boy was beginning to learn.

   Gail showed me how to clean his wounds with the minimum of discomfort to
him.  There was one small, well, really medium-sized, problem.  As I was
working on his buttocks I had my other hand steadying him on his front. 
Yes, he got an erection and it got in my way.

   Gail saw this, "Men!  They've got enough blood for a brain or a cock,
but not both!" she said.

   "I heard that." Paul's voice drifted up the stairs.

   The three of us laughed, this broke the ice.

   Gail picked up a pencil out of her bag and raised it.

   "No!" I said as I covered his cock with my hand.  "No more pain.  Not
even a little."

   Gail and I looked at each other and she smiled with understanding.

   "Okay, precious," she said.

   I dropped my head onto his cock and took him into my mouth.  I reasoned
that if he wanted to be sucked off so much that it got him into this
trouble, well, the least I could do now was to suck him off.  Especially as
it was I who wanted him flaccid.

   His cock wasn't nearly as long as Paul's and much, much thinner.  I took
him completely into my mouth and sucked hard.  Running my tongue over the
crown, I tasted him.  Again, different from Paul though, (and I hated to
admit it even to myself), I actually preferred Alex's taste to Paul's.  All
too quickly he came, thin strings of cum jetting forcefully into my mouth.
Not as much as Paul; still he has a few years to go yet, I thought.

   Lifting my head from his cock; and licking the last of his cum from my
lips.  I looked up at him.

   "Can we get on with your ass now?" I asked.

   "Yes, no, err, yes, yes, please." He babbled, the blood obviously not
yet back in his brain.

   It only took a few more minutes to finish cleaning and tending his
wounds.  He would be in a lot of pain soon, when the shock of the canning
passed then his real punishment would start.

   "Come on then let's get you into bed for a while.  I want you up again
by 11 o'clock, though," Gail warned him.

   As we left the bathroom we met Leslie on the landing.

   "Leslie," Alex started, "I'm sorry for what I did, I really am sorry."

   She looked up at him impassively then she looked at me.  I smiled at her
and she smiled back.

   "Thank you Alex," she said very politely.  "I accept your apology."

   As we passed, Leslie looked at his buttocks.

   "I've had worse," she said.

   "Yeah, right" Alex replied.

   Gail and I froze.

   "I've done it again haven't I?" Alex said.  Then I felt a tear drop on
my arm.

   "Alex, don't judge Karen and Leslie by normal standards.  They're only
young in years.  They have had more experiences than both you and I would
expect in a lifetime.  Don't try to understand their lifestyle, just accept
them as they are.  And if they decide to take you into their lives - well,
you'll learn what Paul and I have learnt.  The more that you love, the more
you can love." Gail looked at him and saw the beginnings of understanding.
He'll learn, she thought, he'll learn.

   Leslie came back to Alex and laid a hand on his arm.

   "Alex don't worry.  Everyone's allowed to be a dickhead now and then. 
You just seem to want all of your goes at once." Then she smiled.  "Come on
Pea Brain," she said, "Gail said you've got to get to bed."

   Leslie took Gail's place and together we finally got him onto my bed. 
He was exhausted and fell asleep almost immediately.

   Finally I was able to have a good look at the boy before me.  I must
admit I was being turned on just looking at him.  He was tall and slim
though his shoulders were getting broad, manly.  His muscles showed through
with a definition I had never seen before.  His long legs had firm thighs
and muscular calves.  Above his beaten buttocks were two dimples.  These
alone made my mouth water.  His complexion though - a perfect glowing peach
that women would kill for.  Neither zit not pimple marred that perfect
skin. I felt that I should hate him for that alone.

   However, he, the Alex inside, was trying to be a good person.  A word
entered my mind.  I'd heard it in films and videos but never really
understood it before.  Alex was trying to be *honourable*.  I had always
considered honour to be a male concept that was basically meaningless.  I
began to see that I was wrong though.  I would have to ask Paul about this.

   A tug on my sleeve broke my reverie.

   "Come on Mum, you can screw him when he's better," Leslie said.

   "You little witch!" I cried, and chased after her.

   The next few days passed slowly.  Alex healed.  His bruises flared
bright and colourful before darkening and fading.  He was very stiff the
first couple of days, but he showed why he had such good muscle tone.  Two
days after his canning he was out jogging again.  Apparently he ran five
miles every day.  On the second day, Paul went with him.  Both men seemed
to enjoy the exercise.

   I had been worried about Leslie and Alex.  I needn't have.  She called
him 'PB' and he called her 'Princess'.  Both treated the other with respect
and they started to play together and begin to touch and become openly and
easily physical with each other.

   They never did anything sexual, though I think that Leslie wouldn't have
objected too much.  The deciding factor seemed to be Alex.  He had decided
that his role was to be her big brother and he was to look after his little
sister.  They both seem to enjoy each other in this new relationship.

   The one change that worried me though, was in me.  Every time I thought
about Alex I got wet.  He could turn me on with a smile.  I would flood
rivers if he touched my arm.  My nipples would get so hard they hurt.  Both
Gail and Leslie noticed.  It was Leslie with her typical subtly who came up
with the solution though.

   "Oh, for goodness sake Mum, throw him on his back and fuck his brains
out.  Then you'll know if he's worth it," she said one afternoon.

   "Yes precious," I said, absentmindedly as I was looking at (ogling)
Alex, "I'll do that."

   "It should only take a minute or two to fuck his brains out." Gail said.

   "Yeah," Leslie replied, "he's not the sharpest tool in the box, is he?"

   "Can short of a six pack." Gail continued.

   "Sandwich short of a picnic." Leslie threw in.

   "He's not very bright." Agreed Gail.

   "But he cun' lift fings!" growled Leslie, in her deepest voice.

   The two of them started cackling like old women.  I looked at them - I
had missed the last part of that conversation.  What on earth were they
laughing at?

   That evening Gail examined Alex's wounds and said that they didn't need
any more treatment.  Alex could go home the next day.

   I made up my mind.  That evening after Alex went to bed, I entered his
(my) bedroom.

   "I want you Alex," I told him.  "I want to make love with you."

   I stepped out of my robe and stood before him, naked.  My nipples felt
like steel bolts welded to my breasts and I could feel my wetness running
down to my knees.

   "I want to make love with you Karen; I have since I first saw you."

   We kissed.  I pressed my nakedness against him, feeling the smoothness
of his shirt against my skin, the press of his cock in his jeans against my
pubis, his strong arms holding me.

   I was a little taller than he was; it made me feel in control,
empowered. I pulled his arms from around me and placed his hands on my
breasts revelling in his touch.  As he kneaded and played with my breasts,
I undid his jeans.  I then pushed his jeans and underpants off his hips,
freeing his proud, hard cock from its restraints.

   Reaching forward, I took his cock and balls into my hands.  His cock was
firm and noble, twitching with his heartbeat, solid with his desire.  His
balls firm in their silken sack.  I held him and stroked him while cradling
his balls.  All the time we kissed, our tongues exploring and caressing. 
Alex, unlike many his age, knew how to treat my breasts.

   He teased and excited me, my nipples becoming almost painful in their
erection.  I pulled his head down to my chest, pushing a nipple into his
mouth.  I almost came as the searing heat of his mouth descended on my
sensitive flesh.  I threw my head back, thrusting my breast further into
his maw.  His hard, sharp teeth nipped at my solid nipple.  I cried out
aloud when he sucked and nipped at the same time.

   "Oh, yes, harder, harder," I begged him.

   His hips thrust forward automatically, ploughing his rock-hard cock up
against my sensitive abdomen.

   We both gasped as the shock of this fleeting attack surged through our
beings.

   Suddenly I realised that Alex and I were almost the same height, I being
slightly the taller.  I lifted my right leg until my knee stroked his hip.
Then he, with the timing of a professional, rotated his hip.  Dropping his
cock, down first to brush against my pubis.  Then forward, to plough my
labia.  Then upward, to enter me!

   I managed some coherent instructions for him before surrendering myself
to my feelings.

   "OhgodfuckmehardharderfuckmefuckmeohgodI'mcummingfuckmefuckmefuckme."

   He pounded into me with his body, his heart, his soul.

   My muscles locked tightly on him, tighter than I have ever known before.
I felt my vagina close and lock upon his cock.  Locking it tight, deep
within me.  My chest froze; I could not breathe.  For heartbeats, I waited,
waited, waited.

   Blood entered my mouth as I bit down upon his shoulder.  I was now in a
place far away and long ago.  I was clamped tightly all over, while my mind
and soul cried in ecstasy, suffering the 'little death'.

   I panted and dribbled upon him as I roused myself.

   Still standing, arms clasped around the other, knees cocked high, we
looked into the others' eyes.

   There, I saw love.









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