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Karla

By: Dar_Jisbo



I looked up at the game. "We still might just have a chance," I said to my friend Thomas. 

Thomas looked up from his magazine. "Down 25-14... but they're inside the 20. Score here and 7 minutes is plenty of time left."

Hamilton had fallen behind Edmonton 18-0 in the first quarter, and I had written it off as yet another loss in a dismal season for the Tiger-Cats. Now there was a faint flicker of hope. "Come on!" I yelled at the TV. "Get that touchdown and we're right back in this thing!"

The next play shattered my daydream. "Quick toss to the flat... INTERCEPTED! He 's at the 30! The 40! The 50! Past midfield... he could go! 20... 15... 10... 5... TOUCHDOWN! Edmonton has just put the nail in the coffin of this one!" said the announcer, somewhat breathless at the end. "31-14 now, with just 6:52 to play!"

"JEEZ!" I yelled angrily. "They blew it again!" I rose to my feet and started to stomp off in the direction of the spare bedroom.

"Going to worship at the shrine of Karla again?" Thomas asked me. "I know you like a book, Jimmy."

"You got it," I replied. "The pain of a soon-to-be-six-game losing streak seems to fade away in here."

"You're a funny fellow," Thomas replied. "Your obsession with Karla Homolka is dangerous. You're never going to meet her, and even if you did, she's a known killer!"

"Horsefeathers!" I snapped. "If she hadn't met that psycho Paul Bernardo none of that would have happened. And I still don't think she got a fair trial."

"Let's not go through that again," Thomas said. "Well, I'll let you do your thing. See you next week for the season finale."

"OK, buddy," I called. back "Have a good week."

God is without doubt a woman, and She has a very odd sense of humor. Just 2 days after Thomas's assertion that I would never meet the object of my obsession, I was in a bar, trying again to forget Hamilton's horrific season -- 3-14 with a game to go not too long after winning the Grey Cup. I was slowly nursing a beer [one does not accumulate a wealth of 6 million Canadian dollars by being a drunk] when I saw a woman sitting at a table in the farthest possible corner of the bar, completely alone, with her back turned to me. She looked totally miserable. 

I walked over to her table, sat down, looked up and felt a titanic sense of shock pulse through me. The woman's blonde hair now had some gray. Her face had a few more worry lines and was more drawn than in the photographs. Her body was a little bit thicker. There was absolutely no question, however, that I was facing Karla Homolka. 

Doing my best not to let on that I knew who she was, I stuck out my hand. "Hello," I said quietly. "I'm Jimmy Thompson. It's a pleasure to meet you."

She stuck out her hand, seemingly taken aback by my quiet approach and lack of a cheesy pick-up line. "I'm Karla," she said. 

"I'm not going to ask if I can buy you a drink," I said, "nor will I say something stupid that obviously is intended to get you into my bed for a night. I also won't spend the next hour bragging about myself. I'll just be honest and say that I saw you drinking alone, thought from my angle of vision that you seemed attractive, and came over to discover that you are in fact very pretty. Women don't drink alone like that unless there's something on their minds, so if you want to talk about it I'll just sit and listen."

"Are you as honest as you seem?" Karla replied. "I've never met a man who was at all decent, that's what's on my mind. I'll be honest with you, too: I detest men. Men are vicious, lying assholes and traitorous to boot, not to mention most of them are criminally abusive."

"I understand how you feel, Miss Homolka," I responded, "but not all men are Paul Bernardo. I've long dreamed of proving this to you. And I hate to say it, but you'll have to, and I know this will be difficult, trust me for the next 10 minutes."

"You know who I am," she said with an open-mouthed stare, "and you didn't get up and walk away? You're not at all scared of me?"

"I've thought for years you got a raw deal, Miss Homolka," was my response. "I think you are capable of loving and trusting a man again, but it will take a very special effort to break down the barriers... and I think I know how to do it. Did you drive here?"

"No," she replied, "I walked."

"Come with me," I said, "and I'll make sure you will overcome your anger and turmoil."

Reluctantly, Karla rose. "You do the slightest thing that makes me suspicious," she said, "and the deal's off. I don't see how you can prove your point, but because you seem determined to, I'll let you have one chance."

"Agreed," I responded. "My car is right outside."

10 minutes later, we were pulling up to my house. "I'll show you around the house later," I explained, "but there's one thing you need to know now." 

I took her into the room where I had a virtual shrine to her. Pictures of her were on every wall, "Invisible Darkness" was displayed prominently, and the large desk was covered with printouts about the Bernardo case. She looked very impressed.

"I've created a very special room, in anticipation that this day might someday happen," I said. We descended several flights of stairs into a sub-basement that no one else knew about. I had constructed and furnished it myself.

The centerpiece was 6 4-inch diameter posts, padded on the top and about 3 feet tall, arranged in roughly the shape of a human, giving support to the low back, neck, forearms and lower legs. "I'd like to play a game," I said. "The rules are simple. I wall disrobe and lie on the posts." I pushed a button on the wall and chains emerged from the ceiling, with cuffs for the 4 limbs. "You will put the restraints on me at the wrists and ankles. You may use any of the numerous devices in the room to do whatever you want to my body. I will be completely under your control. We will do this and you will let me know when your anger is gone. It will be your therapy."

"Deal," she said. I slipped out of my clothes and Karla helped hoist me into position before applying the cuffs.

She had changed into a sexy dominatrix outfit of black leather while I was undressing. "You will refer to me as Mistress Karla, you pathetic worm!" she screamed at me. "You will be mine to command at will. Now kiss me!"

She removed the top of her outfit and thrust her breasts at me. "Kiss me very well or you will be punished!" she snarled. I obediently licked at her nipples. "Suck harder!" she said. I sucked her nipple and swirled my tongue as firmly as I could.

Karla strode over and removed a glass whip from its hangings. I had had the material made with small pieces of glass sewn in so they wouldn't come out. This meant each blow inflicted many small cuts. "Not good enough, slave!" she growled. The whip cracked several times across my chest, leaving a series of red marks oozing with blood.

"Excellent, Mistress Karla," I said. "That's a great way to relieve pent-up anger."

"You didn't so much as flinch," she said. "I don't know how you didn't, but I want to see you begging me to stop!"

A carborundum-blade knife was next. Specially ordered, its blade could slice a single layer of cells off of a culture. It was similar to, but less expensive than, the diamond knives used in biology labs.

Karla placed the knife against my skin. "I could skin you alive, you scum!" she shouted. "Would you react to that?"

"You can do whatever you like, Mistress Karla," I replied. "I just want you to get all your emotions out."

She used the knife to remove a small patch of skin from my leg. I lay there impassively. Moving the knife up to my crotch, she hissed, "I could castrate you."

"I'm hoping you won't have to, Mistress Karla," I responded. "I think there's a sweet, kind, loving woman in you somewhere."

"You're not going to beg me to spare your worthless life, you sleazeball?" she growled, placing the tip of the knife at my throat.

"No, Mistress Karla," I said. "I have confidence you will let me live. If my confidence is misplaced, so be it."

I could feel the anger in her lessening. "You really do think I'm a goddess, don't you," she said in wonderment.

"Yes I do, Mistress Karla," I responded.

She put the knife away, but wasn't through with me yet. "Now, slave, you will give me the kiss of submission!" she snarled. 

She positioned her pussy over my face. "Stick out your tongue!" she growled. I complied. She lowered her pussy onto it., then kept lowering her body, pressing my head down against the post. 

"Lick me out, you traitorous worm!" she commanded. I was being crushed by her pelvis, but I managed to slide my tongue around, finding her clit. I could barely breathe. She started sliding her slit back and forth along my face, mashing herself against me. 

"Stick your tongue inside," she hissed. I could tell she was getting hot. I licked frantically at her, trying to get all of her juices. "Ooooooh," she moaned. "Faster, slave!"

I slurped at her as quickly as I could, feeling her body tense up. She suddenly climaxed hard and fast, covering me with her fluids. She clamped her legs around my head, cutting off my oxygen. I thought I would pass out.

Coming down, she loosened her squeeze and stepped away. "That was the best I've had in a long time," she said. 

"I'm happy I could make it happen," I replied.

She walked over to me and reached down, taking my balls in her hand. She started to squeeze, slowly intensifying the pressure. My face began to turn red as the pain shot through me. I didn't react, however, except for a clenching of teeth. 

"You're not begging for mercy?" Karla asked incredulously.

"No, Mistress Karla," I responded.

I could see the last of the anger drain out of her. She had given me her best shot at breaking me and it hadn't worked.

"Enough," she said. "I can't believe you handled that. How could you not ask me to stop?"

"I knew I could take it," I said. "I had to get all the anger out of you. It worked to perfection. I'd like to show you the bedroom now."

She laughed and released me, stripping off the last of her outfit. I bandaged the cuts from the whip and where she had skinned me with the knife, and we went upstairs.

It wasn't long before I had her in a "69" position. Unrestrained this time, I began by kissing her inner thighs before moving to her dripping-wet pussy. I opened her legs and licked up and down her slit. I then flicked my tongue softly over her swollen clit before circling it gently. 

While I was ministering to her, she had gently stroked me to my full hardness. Her tongue just touched the sensitive tip of my rod, then circled it. Leaning forward, she ran the tip of her tongue up and down the length of my shaft. Taking my still-aching balls in her hand – gently and lovingly, this time – she ran her fingernails over them, then her tongue, before softly starting to suck on them while jerking me.

"Mmmmmmm," I whispered, "that feels good."

She responded by sliding my dick into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, sucking me deep into her mouth and licking around me with her tongue before pulling back so that just the tip was against her lips. I continued to work her with my tongue and soon felt her body tensing again. With freedom of movement, I was able to lick all her honey off her soft skin as she climaxed explosively.

She shifted her position to lay next to me. "How'd you do that?" she asked.

"I once dated a nurse... long ago, but she taught me where all the sensitive spots are for a woman," I responded.

Karla stroked me slowly for a minute, then raised up her body. Lowering herself onto me, she started sliding up and down, fast and hard. "I'll make you mine now," she said. "I want you to fill me up."

I thrust into her, matching her rhythm. Her internal muscles squeezed me tightly, trying to milk all my juices. She was bouncing up and down screaming like a wild woman. I knew we couldn't hold out much longer.

She increased her speed, slamming up and down on my body. I felt her approach her peak again as I sensed my own body getting close. With a scream of pure pleasure, she flooded me with her sweetness as I shot gobs of hot cum deep into her womb. She collapsed on top of me and lay still, trying to recover.

When she stirred, a few minutes later, she kissed me on the lips. A lover's kiss, with plenty of tongue. Breaking away, she said simply, "Wow."

"I would like to be with you forever," I told her. "You saw the shrine room. I'm not anything like He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named."

Karla laughed. "You're not Voldemort or Paul what's-his-name," she said. "I think I'll like having a worshiper as my roommate."

We're still together... and I was right. Karla is capable of love. Even Thomas had to admit it.

Karla



As we were driving to the studio, the one Karla keeps for special occasions, we talked about what we would encounter there. She drove with her skirt bunched around her waist. My hand was rubbing down between her legs over her soaked silk panties mercilessly teasing her pussy, she loved the attention in preparation for this evenings adventure. Her outfit was a tight black skirt, white blouse, black stockings and high heels.

Talking about the client who is waiting, she informed me that this one was not a first timer. "I know his limits, but I think tonight, in your honor, I may stretch those limits a little bit." She orgasmed as we pulled into the studio parking lot. 

With my fingers full of her sticky juices I pushed them against her mouth, playfully forcing it open. Her tongue slid between my fingers as if she was eating her own pussy. I leaned over to savor the taste with a kiss. 

Quietly entering the back door, we crept along a wall to see what was happening in the middle of the room on a stage under red lights. I remember those lights, fondly. 

I could see a man squirming face down flat on the floor. His wrists and ankles were connected by short black chains, right wrist to right ankle, left wrist to left ankle. Naked and sweating he was slithering around the floor, forced into awkward crablike gyrations.

At the far end of the room an imposing woman stood dressed in a black leather corset and panties, thigh high black leather stiletto boots, bare breasted and wearing a mask. It was Jen, she was giving the guy a harsh workout wielding a four foot buggy whip with barbs at the end. She uses it to stimulate uncooperative subjects. 

"Come on you dirty little piece of shit, get your pussy ass over here." With the buggy whip she began whipping the guys back and ass, I counted at least thirty cracks, there must have been more. "Thats it, shimmy your way over like the perverted lizard you are." She glanced our way and waved with a smile.

I found Jen to be charming enough but I told myself to be wary anyway. "You guys were a little late, so I decided to get started. Karla, you remember our favorite piece of shit over there." I'm sure the guy on the floor could hear every word she said. 

When I looked closer, I was surprised to see he had a pretty impressive hard cock. His ass and back were covered with welts. "We can let him rest while we have a drink." chirped Jen, "He is not done yet, there is still a little fight left in him, I hope." They turned and walked away arm in arm leaving me to follow, behind.

Over her shoulder, Karla instructed me to pull out an Army cot from the prop area and set it up under the lights. I had to hurry to catch up. When we got back, after some drinks, the guy was sitting up with a blank look on his face. We tied him face up on the cot, legs spread hung over the sides tied to the cross frame, arms the same way to the other cross frame. 

He struggled and cried when his bloody lacerated ass hit the rough canvas. There was a distant look in his eyes when we laid him down on his back, it was obvious he had elevated to that pleasure space all of us yearn for.

It was decided that he should be hooked up to a car battery, a rheostat and alligator clamps, just for the fun of it. "Roger, be a dear and connect those clamps to his balls, one on each, and Jen, you can control the voltage if you like." As Jen tested the voltage amounts, the guy looked like he would explode with every turn of the rheostat. Every muscle in his body tightened, his eyes bulged. When she turned it down, he uttered a wailing drone and dropped off into a half dazed state. His cock never waned, but it was turning a dark purple matching his balls. 

Karla removed her panties, hiked up her skirt then walked over and sat straddling his head. She wiggled to get comfortable with his mouth on her pussy and his nose in her ass. The guy was gulping for air, she loves that sound, for her, it is the sound of absolute submission. 

Karla was in never never land on the guys face so Jen took over by first having me remove my clothes and put my hands behind my back. She quickly bound them with duct tape. She whispered, "Roger, I want you to go over there and suck that guys cock, give him a good blow job." Surprised, I mumbled something about not wanting to, she continued, "Think of it as a favor to me, but if you resist I will have to force the issue."

I turned to her "But I never," Crack, the whip hit the end of my cock doubling me over in time to get more cracks on my ass cheeks. I hurried over to the guy and kneeled down. I looked up at Karla who smiled, urging me on. 

This was new territory for me but I was so turned on I knew I could actually do it. Jen stood behind me laughing along with Karla. I never considered myself to be bi sexual but I had to obey Jen.

Just before I opened my mouth Jen gave him another shot of voltage that made him jump, his whole body began to quiver. Karla squealed at his intense reaction as Jen pushed my head down to take his cock in my mouth. I did and the first thing I noticed was the salty taste of his sweat and impressed by how hard his cock was. 

Doing what I thought would get him off, I sucked it, teased it and nibbled on it as best I could when he began to moan into Karla. Jen grabbed my cock and began jerking me off. It did not take long for both of us to explode. He filled my mouth with a large load of cum. I gaged on it allowing some to go down my throat with some gushing out. It tasted different than mine but not too bad.

Karla got off his face, grabbed her panties and wiped up the puddles of cum, mine from the floor, his from my chin. With a smile she stuffed the cum soaked panties in my mouth. "Keep those in there," she warned, "I think we may have found a side of you we can have some fun with." 

Jen released the guy from the cot and escorted him to the exit, gathering his clothes on the way, he could dress himself outside the back door. He walked with her quietly mumbling incoherently, his balls were swollen, his ass and back were shredded and his cock was shriveled up, he was totally whipped but he promised to return.

The three of us retired to a sitting area to rest but Jen had other ideas. She kneeled down and laid face down over on an ottoman spreading her knees as wide as they would go. Pointing at me she ordered, "Get over here and take my panties off me." Karla reached over and removed her panties from my mouth. My hands were still taped making the way over difficult but when I reached her pussy I fell forward and dove in. 

I sucked the juices from the crotch of her sodden panties enjoying the tangy taste. They were black silk, the full back kind, very slippery, hard to hold onto with my teeth. The smell of her sweaty pussy was intoxicating. I removed the panties slowly stretching them tight halfway down her thighs. Karla came over and snipped them away with scissors. I found my cock getting hard once again. 

When I reached her pussy, I sucked and chewed on the lips and found her clitoris, it was like the grand prize for both of us when I gnawed at it. She humped the ottoman frantically as her juice ran down her thighs. I was there lapping it up feeling very submissive.

She was about to cum when she yelled, "My asshole, get your tongue in my asshole, do it! She reached back and spread her ass cheeks for my easy access. Immediately I shifted to her asshole, another first for me, to try and please her. 

Then it happened, she had a thunderous orgasm that drenched my whole face, I drank in as much as I could it was delicious, I was submerged. It was a comforting feeling, my laying there between her legs like that with my face in her ass and pussy, I felt like, I surrendered. 

From a sofa nearby, Karla was enduring her own thunderous orgasm when Jen and I finally sat up to watch. She was using a dangerous looking vibrating dildo with a clitoris stimulator. It was like the icing on the cake for the evening, so to speak. 

Jen and I were mesmerized by the sight of her with legs spread wide jamming the dildo in and out of her pussy, tweaking her nipples at the same time. When the orgasm subsided Jen and I applauded. We all laughed hysterically.

Karla stood, "Well, I have had enough for tonight, you guys coming home with me? Ok, lets go, Roger you sleep in the guest room, Jen and I will take the master bedroom. We will come and get you for breakfast, see you then." Jen asked, "Do you like surprises?"

This evening was a rousing success for all three of us, no doubt about it. I have to say, when I hooked up with Karla I never expected sucking cock and rimming assholes would be part of it. Not surprisingly, I am none the worst for ware.



Karla - A Self Confessed Slut



I've always been promiscuous. I adore men. I adore their cocks. I've opened my legs for more men than I can remember. Not that I'm keeping any kind of score, but I've been fucked by plenty. Slut is a name I've been called in the past. I love the sound of that word. I love the way I can roll it around my tongue, just like I roll a big cock-head around my tongue when I'm on my knees in front of a man. S. L. U. T. That word conjures up images in my mind of me being fucked hard and fast in an alleyway. In an alleyway, at night – surrounded by the filth of a city, rubbish skips, puddles of piss, and maybe even a few voyeurs tugging at their cocks.

God, the more depraved the better as far as I'm concerned.

Married? Me? Of course I am. Married to a weak man; a man who can't control me. No matter how many times he catches me with my knickers discarded and a cock between my lips, he always forgives me. Sad? Pathetic? Whatever... As long as he has me back, then I'll keep fucking around.

I'm in a bit of a situation right now though. It's messy; my situations usually are, but this time I'm on thin ice. This time it isn't a mess of man-goo over my face, I revel in that kind of mess. No, this time I have a real problem.

And it involves my son.

Not directly I hasten to add! I'm not that depraved. My own son? Yuck, no, not my scene, but it involves him indirectly. Or should I say two... No, make that three of his friends.

My husband, The Wimp – No, sorry, that's too cruel. My husband, Phillip, is quite successful; he's done well with his factory. We have a nice, big house in Buckinghamshire as well as a spacious villa in Spain. It was during one of my fortnights in Spain that I got into my current spot of bother.

Our son, David uses the villa from time to time when he's on leave from the Navy. Our visits coincided this time. I'd been alone in the villa for three days when David arrived, not unexpectedly, and with three of his friends in tow.

I knew immediately that one of them was trouble. I have a finely tuned 'Bastard-meter', and it nearly went off the scale when I first saw Craig. I knew in an instant he was dangerous. He's a good looking bastard – and he's one of those ones that are so aware of how gorgeous they are. Cocky, arrogant, self-assured, that was Craig. I noticed him looking me up and down, appraising me, and I saw the look in his eyes. I was on his mental list of 'to fuck' while he was on leave. What the poor lamb didn't realise that I was just the type to take him up on his offer.

I'd had a rule in the past about not shitting on my own doorstep, and David's friends counted in that category. Of course they did, I love my son and didn't want to compromise him with his friends. I mean how many men could keep quiet about fucking their friend's mother?

You'll notice I used the past tense there? I'd had a rule...

The other two boys were nice. I mean they were nice to the extent that if they did fancy me, then they wouldn't act on it. Respect, that was it, they had respect. Craig however, was a different animal altogether. He hid behind a very thin veneer of courtesy, but I didn't trust that façade at all. I could almost smell the wickedness on the man.

Two days passed before Craig made a move. He'd tested the metaphorical water as we lounged by the swimming pool and flirting mildly with me when the sporadic occasions arose that we were alone together. 

"May I say," he began, "that you have a gorgeous figure, Karla. I assume you go to the gym and all that?" 

I let the silence hang before I responded. "Purleeze," I remarked, lifting my sunglasses and looking directly at Craig. "Complimenting me on my figure?" I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "I'd had you tagged as using a better opening line than that, Craig." I replaced the glasses and settled back on my sun-chair. "You'll have to try harder than that to impress me."

"Really?" he grinned, obviously assuming I was bantering with him. "I'll have to try harder, eh? OK, I'll bear that in mind." He stood and stretched, giving me time to appreciate his physique.

"You look like you spend a bit of time in the gym too," I said, giving the boy something to work with.

"I like to keep in shape," he quipped. "I like to be in good nick for the ladies." He grinned at me and took off his sunglasses before diving into the pool.

"Cocky wanker," I murmured, but I felt the heat between my legs turn to liquid. "Sexy, cocky wanker," I corrected and indulged in a quick fantasy of Craig jerking his cock over my face.

***

The boys invited me out for a drink. I couldn't resist the opportunity to see Craig in his element. The other two, Aaron and Daniel, were politely attentive – sweet young men really – each taking it in turns to refresh my vodka glass whenever it emptied.

The club wasn't really my scene, being too brash, too loud, and too full of British holidaymakers on the pull. I noticed David chatting to a pretty, young blonde and wasn't surprised when he came over to me and made his excuses.

"Be good, Darling," I warned, but smiled to show I wasn't serious.

"You sure you'll be OK, Mum?" he asked with filial concern.

"I'm with these three lovely, strong men," I replied. "I'm sure I'm in capable hands."

David left, which meant Craig could use his charm on me uninhibited by my son's presence.

"You're looking edible in that dress, Karla," he grinned at me when Aaron and Daniel chanced their luck with a couple of girls on the dance floor.

"Edible?" I questioned and sipped my drink. "I like the sound of that."

"Really? Craig studied me for a moment. ""How much do you like the sound of that, Karla?"

"You'd have to keep your mouth shut as far as David's concerned." I leaned towards Craig and noticed his glance at my cleavage. "But," I continued, "you can use your mouth elsewhere, since I'm so 'edible'."

"You're so sexy," Craig croaked, his cool façade cracking now. "I wanted you when I first set eyes on you. And when we were by the pool... God," he ran his fingers through his hair in a gesture filled with desperation. "I had to take a swim to stave off a hard-on."

"You filthy man," I smiled at him. "I would've probably sucked your cock right there."

"Shit," Craig swore. "Let's get out of here."

"Fine idea," I acquiesced, "but first I need to powder my nose." I stared into the young man's eyes. "Would you like to watch?"

Craig swallowed heavily. "Watch..? You mean..?"

"Come on." I stood and walked towards the ladies. Craig hesitated but followed nonetheless.

I led him by the hand with indecent haste and virtually dragged him into the cubicle. A couple of tipsy British girls giggled when they saw Craig and I disappear behind the door, but I was in no mood to care about them. I lifted my dress up above my waist and showed Craig my bare pussy. I'd taken care to shave that very afternoon, and my mound was soft and hairless. I sat astride the bowl, my legs spread, and I held my labia apart. I heard Craig's deep intake of breath when I exposed the hot pink of my sex to him. I heard him mutter some obscenity under his breath as piss squirted from my opening and tinkled in the water below.

"Kiss me," I growled at him. "Kiss me while I piss." I pulled the front of his shirt and sucked at his tongue as the hot stream spattered and died. "I'm a bad woman, Craig," I whispered. "I'm a cock-hungry slut. Do you think you can handle me?"

"Karla... I..." Craig groped for the words.

"Let me suck your cock," I demanded. "Let me suck you right here. Come on, show it to me."

I wasn't disappointed. Craig unzipped his flies and I assisted by reaching in and pulling his erection out. He was a fair size, not the biggest I've ever seen, but he forced my lips tight as I swallowed him that first time. I slurped and slobbered over his penis, fingering myself at the same time. The disgusting setting only inflamed me. I was behaving true to my nature. I was being a slut, in a public toilet, with a new lover's cock jammed in my mouth.

"Karla, I want to fuck you," Craig groaned. "Please, let me put it in you."

I loved the desperation in his voice. I adored the power I held over him. He was so eager to get at me.

"Not here," I hissed. "You're not going to stick that cock into me until we're in the villa, perhaps by the pool?" I added as an afterthought. "Would you like me to get on my hands and knees for you in the outdoors? Would you like to fuck me doggy?"

I felt my orgasm wash over me as I uttered those words and fingered my dribbling hole. I groaned around a mouthful of cock as I sucked on Craig's big dome and allowed my pleasure full rein. 

"Karla..." Craig groaned. "Any way... Any way at all... I just have to fuck you. You're so sexy..."

"Come on then," I said abruptly and let his stalk drop from my mouth. "Let's get back so we can really have fun."

I smoothed my dress down over my hips, and ignoring my smeared lipstick and Craig's shocked expression at being so rudely abandoned, I slid back the bolt and left him behind with his cock jutting hugely from twixt his flies.

Craig was all over me in the taxi during the journey back to the villa. I let his fingers roam between my legs, and was delighted to hear his hiss of approval when he found my hot, swollen, and sodden sex.

As I'd suggested earlier, we hurried to the poolside. I wanted Craig to take me outdoors under the soft, Spanish sky. I watched him rush to disrobe, and I giggled as he struggled with his socks and trousers. He hopped around comically and came perilously close to taking a swim so frantic was he to be naked and at me. 

I pulled my dress up to reveal my pussy. Lowering the thin straps down over my arms, I lifted my breasts free of the restraining cups. Then, as Craig finally kicked himself free of his trousers and tore his shirt off, I lay back on the lounger and opened my legs. 

"Lick me," I whispered. "Come and lick my filthy cunt."

Craig's eyes went wide as I uttered that obscenity. I deplore foul language in normal conversation, but I have a wide and extensive vocabulary when it comes to sex. Used appropriately I feel filthy talk can be so wildly erotic.

I had time to savour the sight of Craig's superb physique and proud, erect cock before he knelt at my feet and took a long, slow slurp at my pussy.

I could feel his hot breath on my sex, and I felt his fingers probing at my entrance as he dabbed quickly at my swollen clitoris. Craig pushed a finger inside me and tickled me with it, all the while keeping up his relentless assault with his tongue.

I gasped in delight when he lifted my buttocks and slid his tongue into the stain of my sphincter. The wet slide of him into my anus was divine and I heard my own deep groan of pleasure.

"Put it into me, Craig," I moaned. "Fuck me... Fuck my sopping hole."

Craig scrambled into position and nudged my sex with the dome of his cock. I eased my legs even further apart and felt him slip into me. His cock filled me and I gave another long, low groan. 

"Karla," he grunted. "You're so hot," he swallowed heavily and looked down at our conjunction. "Damn, what a lovely, gorgeous woman." He rolled his eyes and moved in and out of me. "Fuck," he sighed, "I can't believe how good you feel around my cock."

"Give it to me, you dirty fucker," I urged, slipping into slut mode. "Don't talk to me; just fill my cunt with meat. Come on! Fuck me!"

I thrust and jerked my hips in an effort to get more of Craig's cock into me. I fingered my clit as we fucked and felt the first of what I knew would be a rolling wave of pleasure. I am a noisy girl when in full flow; sometimes I wonder what the neighbours must think? But right then, while being fucked by my young Adonis, I didn't care a fig for the neighbours. They could report a disturbance to the police, and the whole damn Spanish constabulary could turn out in force, complete with dog handlers and helicopters, and I would have probably taken on the lot – including female officers. I was just so turned on and horny. 

"From behind," I urged during a lull in the orgasmic battle. "Fuck me like a bitch."

I knelt on the lounger and presented my arse to my lover. He moved quickly behind me and was very soon pounding into me, deep and hard. I was dimly aware of his fingers digging into my hips, but was heedless to any pain. I wanted fucking, and I wanted it hard.

Then, just as I was sliding down into the abyss once again, I looked up and saw both Aaron and Daniel gawping at the pair of us as we revelled in full rut.

I was in no state to question whether or not the pair would keep quiet about this sordid scene, or whether they'd relate what they'd seen to my son. I was beyond help, I was beyond caring. I was riding the crest of the wave, and it was unstoppable.

"Don't just stand there," I heard myself grunt. "Come here and let me suck cock while this beautiful bastard pumps me."

Aaron was the first to react. "Fucking hell," I heard him murmur. "David's mother..."

"Shit," I heard Craig groan. "Karla... Shit... I'm..."

I felt Craig's cock swell inside me before the first pulses of his ejaculation tickled my insides. He groaned and whimpered as he emptied himself, clutching at my hips and thrusting against my buttocks.

I left Craig with his cock still dribbling spunk and walked on my high heels towards the two dumbstruck men.

"Come on, boys," I whispered. "Please let me play with your cocks. I need more." I rubbed the palms of my hands over the front of their trousers, goading them into erection. "Don't you like me?" I chided. "Don't you like my body?"

"Mrs Braithw..." Aaron began. "Karla... I... We..."

I took no notice and was soon massaging two cocks into full-blooded life. Their owners may have been reluctant, but their penises were showing definite signs of interest. I squatted in front of them and took first Aaron, then Daniel into my mouth. I swapped and changed frequently, massaging one with my hand while I slurped at his friend, before switching to the other. As I fellated the men I felt the slide of Craig's semen over my thighs. I looked down between my shoes and several drops of spunk spattered onto the wooden decking. The depraved sight sent a surge of lust through me, and I experienced a sudden, irresistible urge to fuck again.

"Fuck me," I groaned. "One of you please fuck me. Stir my gooey cunt with your thick cocks."

I clattered over to my trusty sun lounger and opened wide again. Daniel was the first to arrive. He lay on top of my supine form and slid into the mess left by Craig. I turned my head and saw Craig tugging at his cock; he was already hard again. My view of Craig was suddenly cut when Aaron arrived and pushed his penis at my face.

Obscenities, groans and moans sounded loud by the poolside. My own grunts of pleasure were muffled as the boys fucked me in both my pussy and my mouth. There were ribald comments about what a slut I'd turned out to be. The men were surprised by my 'butter wouldn't melt' demeanour, and the contrast with what a harlot I was now.

Daniel added his goo to the porridge sloshing inside me left by Craig. Aaron let his load fly against my face, with Craig adding yet another load to mix in and cool against my cheeks, while strands of the stuff clung to my now ruined hair.

I tottered off on my heels, skirt rucked around my waist, tits swinging and spattered with semen, and left the boys to discuss my antics.

"Please, boys," I implored before leaving. "Please don't let on to David about how much of a slut his mother is." I grinned at them, "We can play again tomorrow if you like."

I rejected the idea of a shower, preferring instead to lie in my bed and savour the tightening of drying spunk on my face. I could smell the sex and found energy enough to masturbate to a squelching climax, with a final act of depravity being to lick my fingers clean of the mix of Craig and Daniel's semen that I pulled from my body.

I found the opportunity to have each of the boys again during that break. I fucked them singly, in pairs of various permutations, but we never did manage to repeat the first experience of all of them at once.

And my dilemma? Well, with all that semen squirting into me, one of them must have had nuclear sperm. I'm now two months pregnant – Confirmed.

I wonder who the daddy is?