KAREN 9 – ALEX

Life gave us little chance to get used to our new wealth.  
The day after my meeting with Ms Jamerson, Leslie and I 
went shopping, clothes shopping.  I had just under five 
thousand pounds in my purse and I wanted some new 
clothes.

An exhausting day later we got back home.  It took all 
three of us (Leslie, Nigel and me) to carry the bags in 
from the car.  Paul was the first to greet us.

"Hi precious," he said kissing me, deep and soulfully.  
"How did your shopping go?" His eyebrows raised as he saw 
Nigel and Leslie with their loads.  "Quite well, I would 
guess."   

Leslie dropped onto the settee.  

"There are six charity shops in town.  SHE," Leslie 
pointed at me "has been to every one of them.  TWICE!"  

I looked at her a little shamed.  I had so enjoyed 
myself.  I had got so much, new (well nearly new) 
underwear, jeans, dresses, skirts, blouses and tops, 
jumpers and halters. Just so much.  Things that I wanted, 
that I chose.  I was almost jumping on the spot in my 
excitement.  

Gail entered carrying Rae who she put down; then she 
looked at my baggage.  

"How much did you spend?" she asked trying to take in the 
amount that we had covered the lounge with.  

I took out my purse and checked my little notebook, 
though I knew the answer off  by heart.  I was wondering 
what Gail would say when she heard how much I had spent.  
I couldn't ever remember anyone spending this much on 
themselves before, not EVER.

"Three hundred and twelve pounds forty-seven pence," I 
told her, worried now at my extravagance.

Gail looked around her, slightly shocked.

"Three Hundred and twelve pounds for ALL this!"  She 
gasped.

I nodded, quiet now, unsure of what was going to be said.

"I have all the receipts," I whispered.
 
Gail turned to me.  

"Oh, my precious, I'm not cross at you." She knelt beside 
me.  "I'm astounded at how you bought so much for only 
three hundred pounds." She hugged me.  Then she noticed 
the labels on the carrier bags.  "These are all from 
secondhand shops?"  she said.

"Of course," I replied, my turn to be shocked now.  "They 
are all very good quality and in good condition as well, 
I made sure of that," I said.

"She did too," Leslie chipped in.  "She wouldn't have a 
lovely sundress because it had a small ink stain on the 
hem."   

Gail looked at me.  "Karen, precious.  You know that you 
don't have to go to the secondhand shops for your clothes 
anymore."

I looked at her worriedly.  "I can't shop there anymore?"  
I asked.

Gail smiled, comforting me, "Dearest you can shop 
wherever you like.  That's what I'm saying.  If you want 
to go to the Salvation Hall, then do so.  But remember 
that you're a very rich girl now and you can afford to 
shop in any one of the King Street shops that you want."

Leslie and I had walked along King Street the weekend 
before, when we were still poor.  We looked in wonder at 
the clothes and the women buying them.  This world was 
not our world. We could never belong here.  Now Gail was 
saying that I could go there to shop – and they would let 
me in!

"They would let me in?"  I asked her.  This would be too 
much.

"My precious, you can get into any of the shops now, and 
if you have any problems, well - just mention Ms 
Jamerson's name and I'm sure that she'll help you."

We hugged.  The next time Leslie and I went shopping, we 
would try King Street.  I looked at Leslie.  She looked 
as skeptical as I was.

There is a wonderful thing about hugs.  You can't give 
one without getting one back.  I love hugging Gail.

"Well," said Gail, "aren't you going to show us all what 
you bought?"

Quickly stripping naked, Leslie and I dived into the 
first of many bags to begin our show.  For the next few 
hours, Leslie and I showed off our new clothes.  
Everything from underwear to full ensembles were modeled.  
We had had such a wonderful time.

Toward the end of our show the phone rang and Paul 
answered it.  He didn't mention anything about the call 
until we had finished our display and taken our clothes 
upstairs.

As we sat to enjoy a late supper, pizza, Paul told us 
about the call.

"That was Jane on the 'phone."  He said.  "She and Mike 
have to go to Leeds, her father's very ill.  Could we 
look after Alex while they're away."

Gail looked at him, "You said yes, of course. Didn't 
you?"  This question held more than a hint of menace.

"Oh, should I have said yes?" Paul replied, in that, 'who 
me' tone of innocence that men use when they want to wind 
up the civilized people in their lives (who? - us women 
that's who).

"Yes, you should have said YES!"  Gail said rising.

"They're gonna start bonking again," said Rae, 
conversationally, as she reached for another slice of 
pizza.

"Could you cut me another slice, please Karen?" said 
Leslie as our heads turned in unison watching Gail's 
blouse fly across the room.

Lifting Paul's shirtsleeve from the pizza box, I noticed 
that Gail had pulled the button off again.  I'd have to 
sew that back on before he could use this shirt again.  I 
am much better at sewing than Gail, practice I suppose.  
I cut Leslie a slice of the ham and pineapple pizza and 
another thin slice of cheese and tomato for Rae.  

"Daddy does like Mummy's titties doesn't he?" said Rae as 
we munched on our pizza watching Gail and Paul's love 
making.  It's so nice to have a cabaret while you're eating.

"Umm," I replied, through my mouthful. "So do I."

"That's obvious the way you two keep groping each other," 
said Leslie.  "Mind you, Rae your mum does have nice 
titties."  Our heads turned again following Paul's pants 
fly through the air to disappear behind the blender. 

"Karen, when Daddy hides his penis in Mummies vagina, 
would you pass me another slice of pizza please?"  asked 
Rae, with a smile on her lips.

Leslie giggled.  "It is a very nice penis, though, Rae," 
she said.

I passed Rae her pizza.  I was NOT staring at Paul's 
penis, was I?

Things settled down for a bit as Paul powered his penis 
in and out of Gail.  We were able to finish off our 
supper and do the washing up, and rescue Paul's 
underwear.  We had settled down in the lounge when Gail 
and Paul entered.  Gail sat on Paul's lap.

"Right peoples," Paul said, getting our attention.  "Alex 
will be arriving tomorrow morning and he will be staying 
with us for at least a week.  Jane's dad is very ill and 
he isn't expected to make it this time."  Gail held 
tightly onto Paul and buried her head in his shoulder.  

"Jane, Mike and Alex live in very much the same way that 
we do, so we don't have to be careful while he's here.  
However, if you don't want to do anything with him, then 
don't.  It's your body, your life and YOUR choice."  Gail 
was very stern when she told us this.  She had very 
strong ideas on personal choices and options.  

We went to bed.  For once, I slept alone.  Rae had asked 
Leslie to sleep with her.  I think they wanted to talk 
together about the lovemaking they had watched this 
evening. My thoughts were a little mixed.  On the one 
hand, I was glad that Rae and Leslie were getting on so 
well, Leslie had always stuck to me previously. On the 
other hand, I was a little jealous of their growing 
relationship.  I slept; quiet, untroubled dreams filled 
my night.

Gail drove over to pick up Alex from his home; she did 
not know when she would be back.  Mid morning, Rae and 
Leslie were playing dress up in Leslie's bedroom.  I 
wondered around the house, for once, with nothing to do.  
I found Paul relaxing in his armchair.  Then I had an 
idea as to what I could do.

"Bored precious?" asked Paul, as I knelt between his 
knees.  

"No,"  I replied, as I lifted my dress over my head, 
revealing my naked body.  "I know just what I want to 
do." I said, as I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his 
trousers.  Pulling down his trousers and pants,  I 
exposed to my feasting eyes,  his lovely penis, his 
cock..  "I've just found a lovely lollipop and I'm going 
to enjoy licking and sucking it."  

I dropped my mouth onto his flaccid cock and gently 
sucked.  I had the wonderful feeling of him growing in my 
mouth, filling me as he grew to his full erection.  I 
always loved that feeling, though it happened so 
infrequently.  I was lost in my ministrations to his 
manhood when I heard the door open, then a gasp.  I 
looked sideways as I licked Paul's cock shaft.  There 
standing just inside the room was a young boy, about 
eleven or twelve years old, mouth wide open and staring 
in shock at the tableau before him.

I could imagine his shock. Walking into a room and 
finding a naked young girl sucking off a grown man.  I 
don't know what devilment got into me, I claim youth and 
innocence.  (Besides I wasn't there, it wasn't me guv', 
you can't prove a thing.)  I decided to double my fun.

I played up to the boy.  Oh, god, I hope he IS Alex!  
Moving slightly I let him see my whole body in all it's 
naked glory, side on, of course.  I kept dipping down 
onto Paul's cock, but now I was entertaining both of the 
men in the room.  I looked across at him and saw his 
jeans tenting with his erection.

I licked the cock shaft making sure that both could hear 
my groans of desire.  I noisily sucked in the crown, 
ensuring that the boy could see it fill my mouth.  I took 
each of Paul's testicles into my mouth, arching my back 
and presented my bum to the boy.  I was so wet from this 
that I almost came as I knelt there.  I slowly stroked 
the cock shaft.  Tempting, teasing, Paul's semen from his 
balls.   I licked the shaft's seam, gently bit the shaft 
and stuffed the crown back into my mouth.  All the time 
making loud noises to ensure that both knew just what I 
was doing.  

The boy remained frozen in position, like a rabbit 
trapped in a car's headlights; he could do nothing but 
watch the oncoming climax.  

I felt Paul's impending release.  Dropping my mouth lower 
onto him and sucking harder, I increased the speed of 
masturbating him.  Paul arched his back thrusting his 
hips and cock upward as he pumped his cum into me.  Again 
and again he thrust into me and I took and held all of 
his cum in my mouth.  

Letting Paul subside and relax, I stood up and faced the 
boy.  

Deliberately I let a drop of semen fall onto my breast.  
Helpless the boy watched it fall. I started to walk 
toward the door, though walk doesn't do justice to my 
movements.  I swung my hips, dropped my head just 
slightly and advanced upon my prey.  His eyes kept 
shooting between the drop of cum on my breast and my own 
eyes.  I stopped, feet slightly apart, one hip dropped 
with knee bent.  Only a woman can stand like this.  When 
she does, she means SEX, someone is gonna get FUCKED!

I looked down at my breast, back up to his eyes.  I took 
my finger and slowly scooped up the drop of cum.  I 
looked at it glistening on my finger.  Then I slowly 
licked my finger clean.

"Ummm."  How much meaning, how much sex can you put into 
a simple sound.  I tossed my head and continued toward 
him to walk past him.  I reached him, standing slightly 
to his side.  I made sure that my breast pressed into his 
arm, the hard nipple drilling into his soft flesh. I took 
his hand and guided it between my legs, dipping his 
fingers into the pool of wetness there.  I breathed 
alongside, then into his ear; my hot breath burned into 
him.  

Then the final act.  I reached for and held his cock.  
Small though it was compared to Paul's, it was throbbing 
with his desire.  I squeezed it gently and gave one 
stroke then I felt the fabric of his jeans become soaked 
with his cum.  I had made him cum!  

I breathed into his ear, "Ahhhh," the sound barely 
aspirated, barely audible.  I felt him jerk again and 
more wetness appeared in my palm.  I walked past him to 
the door. At the door I turned and looked at him, as he 
looked over his shoulder at me, mouth wide open and pale 
with shock.  I winked and closed the door behind me.

Turning away from the door I almost tripped over Gail, 
Leslie and Rae.  They had been watching my performance 
through the gap in the door.  Frantically Gail waved us 
upstairs and, hands pressed into mouths to stifle out 
impending laughter, we ran after her.

"KAREN!" she said as she closed her bedroom door behind 
her.  "Karen, I would not have expected that from YOU!"  
She fell onto the bed laughing.  "What was his face like?  
We couldn't see properly."  

I sat beside her and told her the story from my point of 
view.

Gail groaned, "now I suppose I'll have to sort him out 
after him cumming in his pants."

"Oh come on Gail," I said, "at least he got to grope my 
cunt."  I laughed as she kissed me in the aforementioned 
place.  

"Mummy, Karen says she likes your titties," Rae said when 
her mum surfaced again.  

"Oh, I do like your titties,"  I said, and, placing my 
palm between the mentioned globes, I pushed her back onto 
the bed.  I leant over her and gently stroked her breast, 
feeling her warmth through her clothes. 

"Hey!  Stop that, I've got to make some dinner.  You lot 
had better stay up here until I call you down."  
Struggling up, Gail wagged her finger at us 
threateningly.  With a smile she left us and went down 
stairs.

As my dress was still in the lounge, we went through into 
my room for me to find something else to wear.  We had a 
guest, so I must appear properly dressed.  Though it was 
early February, I choose a light, white summer dress.  
The whole house was warm enough for me to wear this dress 
with nothing underneath.  Besides, I liked the way my 
nipples showed dark through the white material, the way 
they could be seen, their peaks visible, whenever I was 
excited.

Soon enough Gail called us down to dinner.  As we entered 
the dining room, I saw Alex again.  He looked up at me 
sheepishly.  Paul waited until we were all seated then 
spoke.

"Karen, I think that you owe Alex an apology for 
embarrassing him earlier this morning."

All eyes were on me as I stood up and walked round to 
Alex.  

"Alex, I am truly sorry for embarrassing you.  I would 
not knowingly do that to anyone."  I said.  

He too stood up.

"Thank you, Karen.  I accept your apology."

I looked at him and made up my mind.  I raised my arms, 
and giving him the chance to stop me, wrapped them around 
his neck.  I kissed him.  I allowed my tongue to explore 
his mouth as I pressed my body against his.  He tasted 
sweet and his body was firm against mine.  After a few 
moments, we broke apart and sat back down.

We ate, enjoying the food and enjoying the company.

After dinner we went into the lounge, Rae asked to sit on 
my lap, Leslie helped her up then knelt by my feet.  I 
was a little surprised, as Leslie had always been a 
little jealous of any attention I gave to Rae. Now she 
was actively helping her onto my lap.  I knew what Rae 
would be asking for next and I'm sure that Leslie did 
too.

Sure enough, Rae gently ran her fingers over my nipple 
and asked.

"Can I please Karen?" 

Unselfconsciously I slipped the shoulder straps down and 
off my arms and pulled the top of my dress down freeing 
both nipples.  Rae rested her head against me and sucked 
my nipple into her mouth.  I have grown to like this 
attention, I don't mind her doing it at all.  We relaxed 
watching a video. Soon Leslie's hand stroked its way up 
between my legs to find and play with my wet slit.  Of 
course, I parted my legs to allow her the freedom of 
access she needed.  I began to think that these two were 
doing this on purpose.  Especially as Rae started to 
stroke and twist my other nipple, while sucking and 
nipping on the one in her mouth.  These two tykes were 
turning me on, and I'm sure it was part of game or plot 
on their behalf.

While I was deliberating Gail got up to get some drinks.

"I'll help you."  I said and quickly extracted myself 
from the terrible twins.  I followed Gail into the 
kitchen.

"Gail," I hesitated unsure of how to continue.  "I think 
that Rae is trying to have sex with me."

Gail turned toward me and I told her what Leslie and Rae 
had been doing.  Gail listened intently and, typically 
Gail, said, "It has to be her choice.  If she's willing 
to do something and you're willing to let her, well - let 
her.  But please keep an eye on her, none of us want her 
hurt."  

I agreed, then helped make the drinks.  When we took them 
into the lounge. I told everyone that I was going 
upstairs for a while.  I lay on my bed and waited.

Sure enough, it was less than five minutes before there 
was a knock on the door.

"Come in,"  I called.  The door opened and there were 
Leslie and Rae.  

"What can I do for you two young ladies?"  I asked.  Rae 
smiled at being called a lady.  

"Can I lie down with you?"  Rae asked.

I smiled and patted the bed at my side.

"Can I too please?"  Leslie asked.  I was a little 
surprised.

"Leslie, my own darling, you need never ask if you can 
lie or sleep with me.  My bed is your bed.  It was from 
the day we first met and you allowed me into your bed."  

I held my arms out to her and she climbed onto the bed to 
lie by my side.  I was sandwiched between two scheming 
little vixens. Of that, I was certain!

"Karen," said Rae quietly.  I lifted my head.  "Karen, 
when Mummy and Daddy were making love last night . . . "  
She paused uncertain how to continue, how to ask what she 
wanted to know. 

"Yes, little one?" I prompted.

"Well when Daddy licked Mummy between her legs."  She 
looked up at me. 

"Yes precious." Again I prompted her.

"Well, er . . . "

"Rae wants to know what it feels like.  She asked me last 
night, I was going to show her last night but . . . "

"But what, my precious?"  I was puzzled, why couldn't 
Leslie perform such a simple act, especially with someone 
she knew so well.

"I couldn't touch her," was her tearfully whispered 
reply.  Rae leaned over me, tears filling her eyes.

"It's alright Leslie.  I don't mind you not doing it.  I 
don't mind at all, honest I don't," she cried.  All the 
time stroking Leslie's arm, showing Leslie that she 
wasn't upset, she really didn't mind.

Now I understood what the plot was.  I was to show Rae 
what cunnilingus was like.  Well, I certainly didn't 
mind.  I loved Rae.  If she wanted me to show her what it 
was like, well I would feel honored to help her take her 
first steps as a sexual person.

"Would you like me to show you what it's like?"  I asked 
Rae.  Shyly she nodded.

"Would you please, Karen?  Leslie said that you're ever 
so good at it."  

I kissed Rae's little button nose.

"Of course, I will." I said, and was rewarded with a huge 
tight hug from my little, new bedmate.

"You have to get undressed,"  Leslie told Rae, as she 
lifted off her white cotton top.

Rae pushed down her jeans and panties together, then lay 
naked beside me.

"What are you going to do?" she asked me.

"I'm going to lick your vagina  lips, your clitoris and 
maybe even tease your vagina  with my fingers and 
tongue,"  I replied.

"What's my clitoris?" Rae asked puzzled.

I sat her up and tried to show her, her own sex organs, 
but I quickly decided that it would be better to have a 
model.

"Leslie, would you mind if I used you to show Rae what 
her vagina  looks like?" I asked.  Smiling almost from 
ear to ear she nodded and quickly pulled of her dress and 
panties.

I laid her down on the bed and lifted her knees.  Before 
Rae and me,  Leslie lay spread wide and open.  Rae and I 
lay down, heads together and closely examined Leslie's 
sex.  As I stroked the outer lips, blood flooded up to 
the skin's surface, engorging Leslie's sex.  We watched 
in awe as the puffy lips opened before us to give us 
entry to the treasures within.

The darker inner lips seemed to be glued together, though 
we could see the glistening of Leslie's lubricating 
juices slowly emerging from the bottom of her slit.  I 
pointed out the flow to Rae, dipped my finger in the 
thick juice and licked it.  It tasted wonderful as 
always.  Scooping up more on my finger, I offered it to 
Rae.  Tentatively she extended her tongue, licked my 
fingertip, then she took my finger into her mouth.  She 
sucked my finger clean.  

"That tastes lovely,"  she said.  "You taste lovely, 
Leslie," she continued.

"Thank you Rae.  That looked so sexy when you sucked my 
juices off Karen's finger. Are you going to try licking 
me?  You can if you want." 

Leslie waited for her younger playmate to answer.

"Maybe we'll lick you in a minute,"  I said.  "I thought 
we were going to show Rae what being licked down here was 
like."

"Yes, please,." said Rae, shyly.

"Okay Mum," said Leslie.

Gently, I parted Leslie's inner lips pulling them wide, 
opening up for our inspection the wonderful pinks within 
her love tunnel.  

"Ahhh," breathed Rae, "that's wonderful. Do I look like 
that?" she asked.

I nodded.

We could see the opening to Leslie's vagina, her long wet 
slit and the folded hood under which hid the hard nub of 
her clitoris.  I licked Leslie from bottom to top.  Rae 
and I had a quick, girly giggle as Leslie threw her head 
back and gasped out loud. 

With my thumb I pulled back to hood and exposed Leslie's 
clit.  I picked up some juice to lubricate the sensitive 
nub and very gently rubbed it.  My finger circled over 
Leslie's clit and we watched as the flow from within 
Leslie's tunnel increased, wetting the bed below her. I 
licked up some of these juices and Leslie lay back and 
gave herself to the sensations between her legs.

As I drew back, Rae leaned forward and, copying me, she 
licked Leslie's slit.  I pointed out the clitoris and 
told Rae to lick there.  She did.  What Rae lacked in age 
and experience she made up for in enthusiasm and 
enjoyment.  Rae really did enjoy licking Leslie.

"Would you like to be licked now?"  I asked Rae.  She 
nodded and quickly she swapped places with Leslie.  
Leslie went down to the bottom of the bed and lay back, 
legs parted and started to masturbate.

I looked at the tiny, tiny slit in front of me.  

"Are you sure you want to do this?"  I asked her.

"Oh, yes, please," she replied.

I opened her outer lips and licked along the hidden inner 
lips.  I licked repeatedly and felt the skin below me 
warm and blood rush to the surface.  I parted her inner 
lips and licked the entry to her vagina.  I ran my tongue 
over her rock-hard clitoris.  And then pushed my tongue 
deep into her, only stopping when I reached her hymen. 

Rae and I were totally engrossed in our love making when 
a scream rent the air.

"MUM!"

Leslie's voice!

I spun round.

Alex was standing beside Leslie, her head in his hands, 
trying to push his erection into her mouth.

Rae's screams joined those from Leslie

I didn't think, just reacted.

Time slowed to a crawl.

The knife I kept attached to my headboard was in my hand, 
my hand swung back, with a grunt of effort I threw the 
knife at Leslie's assailant.

The stainless steel knife turned lazily as it crawled 
toward the boy.

He turned his head toward me, his screams now filling the 
air. 



To be continued . . . 

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