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(MMF, slut-wife, cheat, preg?) *** Ben and Karen lived in a small apartment in rural Georgia. It was actually a converted motel, with very small one-bedroom apartments. It was a step up from a trailer park, but not a very large step up. They were a young couple, newly married trying to make a start of a life together. He was rather slow, but had a good heart. He had dropped out of High School and gone to work as a truck mechanic. She was his High School sweetheart, not very bright, not particularly pretty but with a cute little body. Sex had brought them together, and a desire to escape their families kept them together, until they finally married and moved on to build a life together. Karen was about 5'4" with short brown greasy hair, small breasts, but a nice tight little ass. Karen thought about sex most of the time and couldn't really picture herself in a domestic role, doing housework and cooking dinner. Karen wasn't sure that getting married was a good idea. She wanted to go back to her friends, the parties and no responsibilities, but she didn't want to go back to her parents. Karen also dropped out of High School, but at the urging of Ben. Ben talked her into it, Ben said that he loved her and that he would make her his queen. It was beginning to look more like he was making her his slave. Then one day... There was a knock at the door. Two men with brief cases were standing on the porch. Karen opened the door to the limit of the security chain and asked what they wanted. They were just magazine salesmen they said. Those kind of salesmen that prey on the dull witted and naive. The salesmen that offer a deal too good to be true, selling magazine subscriptions and giving away free prizes in return for a commitment to make small monthly payments for years to come. Karen, starved for someone to talk to, opened the door wide. The men were greasy, stupid looking and shabby so they fit into the area they called on. They went right into their sales pitch, talking about the once in a life time offer, good only today, to buy high quality magazines and receive this free set of steak knives. Karen thought she could use a set of steak knives. She had no interest in magazines; in fact Karen was a slow reader and had no interest in any of the choices being offered to her. It was mid-July and Karen was wearing only two articles of clothing, a T-shirt and a pair of cut-off jeans. She liked wearing cut-offs. Wearing them drastically cut off and fitted low on her hips. This didn't escape the notice of Karen's two guests who were there to sell magazines. Joe, the shorter of the two, couldn't take his eyes off of Karen's legs and felt his wood starting to grow. Of course Joe would slide his member into the south end of a north-moving goat if left alone. John was the senior member of the sales team and took Joe with him because he was his cousin and felt obligated. Neither had the morals of a spider monkey and both were becoming less interested in selling magazines and more interested in what was inside of Karen's cut-off jeans. Karen sensed the attention she was getting and it actually made her feel warm inside. Since she had been married, she missed the attention of men and the feeling of being an object of desire. Karen couldn't explain it but she was beginning to get turned on by these two toads leering at her. Karen started to move in a provocative way, swinging her hips and accenting her feminine features. She put her hands in her front pockets in an "awe shucks" manner, pulling her jeans even lower on her hips and jutting her pubic bone forward in a borderline obscene gesture. Joe moved over to the stained and scared kitchen table and started pulling magazines out of his bag. He put the magazines on the table, one by one, trying to explain the various titles while staring at Karen's crotch. Karen's jeans outlined the form of her crotch, the jutting mound, the lips the promise of passion and delight. Karen leaned against the table, looking down at the array of magazines being spread across the tabletop. John couldn't take his eyes off of Karen's cute little ass hiding inside of those low, tight jeans. The legs were cut off so high that John could see the white of her panties peeking out from the narrow strip of cloth covering the junction between her legs. John decided that Karen was asking for it. John decided that she was screamin' to be serviced, to be bred, as he liked to call it. He had fathered a bunch of children in the county and was perpetually defending himself in court against paternity suites. John never used condoms and felt that he had an obligation to society to spread his seed far and wide. While Joe continued talking, John moved up behind Karen. He was about a head taller than Karen and as he moved up close to her and put his hands on her hips. Karen could feel John's closeness behind her and when she felt his hands on her hips, alarm bells went off in her head, but as if in a trance, she just stood there, aware that her inaction was encouragement. Joe watched as John moved his hands from Karen's hips to around her waist, placing his fingers over the tops of her jeans, partly on her flesh and partly on her waistband. John pressed himself forward pushing his rapidly hardening man flesh against Karen's shapely rounded ass. Karen just stood there, frozen, feeling that familiar tingle in her loins, that urge to be penetrated, fulfilled, violated. Her heart was pounding and her breath started to come in gasps as she felt the stranger's hands feeling her around the waist. John, emboldened by Karen's passive reaction to his invasion, moved his hands across her front, feeling the warm flesh of her exposed midriff, feeling the hardware holding her jeans together; the top button, the zipper talon, feeling the shape of her body enclosed beneath the tight cotton wrap of cloth. Karen felt the stranger's hand move down her front, pressing against her pubic bone, her mound, down the front of her legs, brushing past her vagina hidden inside her cutoff jeans. Karen's breath quickened as John grabbed the top of her jeans and unfastened the button holding them together. She felt his hand snake its way into her jeans, pushing down to feel her mound, still covered by her cotton panties. Panties beginning to dampen as the moisture formed between her legs. The thought of these greasy, dirty men violating her body made her squirm with sexual desire and forbidden passion. Karen could feel her lust starting to rise at the thought of having illicit sex with these strangers, taken their semen into her fertile womb - the risk of conceiving a bastard child. John pushed his hand all the way down into Karen's pants, feeling the pulsating heat from her junction and the wetness starting to form. The scent of musk reached his nostrils making his shaft even harder. Joe was mesmerized watching John reaching into this young girl's pants. Joe watched as John removed his hand and grabbed at the zipper, the only remaining line of defense holding up her scant cutoff jeans. Karen felt her zipper being slowly pulled down. The alarms in her head were screaming, realizing what would happen if she let this continue. I was now or never, she had a small window of time to act before it would be too late. But Karen wanted it to be too late, she was already being overwhelmed by her own building lust, by the thought of being penetrated by these evil men, having them plant their illicit, forbidden seed deep inside her fertile womb. John pulled her zipper all the way down. Karen could feel cool air wafting by the newly exposed portions of her flesh, flesh that should be covered and hidden away. John grabbed both sides of her jeans and gently pulled them down, sliding them off of Karen's hips and easing them down past her thighs, knees and letting them drop to the ground. Karen, as if in a daze, stepped out of the rumpled cloth at her feet and stood there in her cotton panties, her back to the stranger, the stranger's hands still holding her by the waist. John pressed his hands over the front of Karen's body, feeling her mound, pressing in on her vagina, feeling the shape and curves of her body with the tips of his fingers and palms of his hands. Karen started to moan and slightly press her hips forward in response to the ministrations being offered by the stranger as he felt her up. Karen's body responded to the attention. John felt the dampness turn into wetness and felt the slick fluids on his hands. He put his hand into the waistband of Karen's panties and pushed his hand down inside. John felt the top of Karen's slit and the soft tuft of pubic hair tangling around his fingers. Karen's breath came in short gasps as she felt the stranger's hand invade her most private area, pressing into her slit, exploring the wetness of her inner folds, feeling the sensitive parts of her lubricated sex. John pulled his hand out of Karen's panties, and as with the jeans, began to pull down the cotton briefs - slowly but deliberately. The elastic resisted the downward tension but John pulled a little harder and felt them start to slide off her hips. He continued to pull and brought them down slowly, exposing her body inch by inch. Joe watched as the top of Karen's pubic mound began to peek above her waistband, just a hint of soft, brown pubic hair, then her entire crotch and finally, her panties uselessly tangled around her ankles. Karen stood there wearing nothing but her T-shirt, feeling the cool air around her lower body, standing there naked in front of these vile strangers. John took Karen's hand and led her to the bedroom. The small bedroom had a Queen Sized bed that took up almost the entire area. Karen lay back on the bed, her naked body offered up to the strangers, feeling the heat intensify between her legs. Karen watched as John undid his belt, snap and zipper on his trousers. She watched as he peeled off his pants and dingy Jockey shorts. Joe stood in the doorway watching this surreal scene unfold before him. Karen's entire field of vision was dominated by the sight of the stiff cock pointing at her from the stranger's crotch. John crawled up on the bed and positioned himself between Karen's legs. She was in a trace, watching as the stranger crawled up on top of her, placing his cock between her legs, poking at her entrance. No love, no passion, just lust. John thrust his cock into her, grunting with pleasure. Karen felt the stranger's big dick slide inside her with urgency. She felt his weight on top of her, and felt the thrusts of his dick sliding in and out of her. Karen felt his dick poke at her cervix, knew that she was vulnerable and fertile. She and Ben had been trying for a baby and she'd been off birth control for a full month. Karen knew that soon the stranger would flood her womb with his potent semen, semen loaded with sperm. She knew that she should be struggling to get away, but instead she wrapped her legs around his heaving body and shoved him in deeper, grinding him hard against her slit. John realized how eager and willing the woman under hi was behaving and felt his balls become ready to unload. He grunted as he planted his shaft as deep as he could within Karen, feeling the first spurt of hot semen shoot into her. Spurt after spurt of hot white cum impregnating this hot little slut. Karen felt the stranger's hot spurts inside her cunt, tipping her over the edge of her own orgasm. Karen's cunt milked every drop of cum out of the his prick, until they lay back gasping for breath. She laid there, eyes closed, breathing hard, thinking that she'd made a huge mistake. What had she done? She'd cheated on her husband with a strange man, for no good reason. Andy she'd done it without any protection! Maybe she'd get away with it. Maybe... Karen felt John pull up of her and rise up. Her eyes flew open as Joe kneeled down over her. She wanted to protest, she wanted to yell no, but for some strange reason she also wanted him to fuck her, knowing that he would be squishing John's sperm all around inside her. Karen could explain her feelings for eroticism, she only know that having sex with strange men was so exciting and such a turn on that she could stop herself even if Ben walked in on them right now. As Joe sank into her hot wet sticky cunt, Karen hugged him to her and wrapped her smooth legs around his body and began humping back at eager his thrusts has fast and as furiously as she could. To hell with Ben, she thought, this was what she wanted and this was what she'd do again, every chance she got, from now on. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 78