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Karen

By: Denny



I've known Karen for well let's just say a long time. The first time I really noticed her was when she was walking to her car on her way to exercise class. I lived two houses down and across the street. Even at that distance I could tell that she had a short sleeve black leotard on black tights with seams up the back of her legs. Her sister was with her and she had on the same thing. Karen is the one that stood out in my mind the most, though.

I ended up waiting outside for another hour before I got to see them come back home. No shorts, no shirt on over there little exercise outfits. It's been almost thirty years and I still remember that day as if was yesterday. After that night I made it a point to go over and meet her and her husband. We became best friends for the next ten years until we moved. I knew she was aware of the reason I was always over there. It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize that whenever she was dressed for her exercise class or in her bathing suit I was there.

I was there with or without her husband being there. She used to tease me by walking around all day in her tights and leotards or saying she was going to sit in the hot tub and end up sitting in the living room with me drinking wearing her skimpy bathing suit all day. We never did anything in fact we never even talked about doing anything with each other. Sometimes after we moved we had a pool at our other house they would come over and she would grab me and she even went skinny- dipping. For some reason we never got together. Moreover, we've always kept in touch.

Now I was divorced and had been thinking about her. I wanted to call her but I thought it might be too obvious. Then she called me one day. She had been divorced for about a year. We talked about the old times but not about us getting together. I promised to call her back in the next couple of days so we could meet for lunch the next weekend. The last thing I asked was if she still had that pair of tights and leotard. She just laughed and hung up. Talk about feeling like a fool.

I called Karen back the next day. Nothing like rushing everything was it? We decided to go out and have a few beers that coming Saturday instead of me picking her up or just meeting somewhere she wanted to come over to my house. That was fine except that it meant I had to clean everything in the house for once. Moreover, I only had two days to do it. It would be worth it to see her again.

I got out of bed early that Saturday morning made coffee and drank the whole pot. I took a shower and just put on a pair of shorts and waited for her to show up. Right on time she knocked on the front door. I almost ran to the door and almost died when I opened it and saw her standing there with those tights and leotard on. Only this time she did have a pair of shorts on. She said she didn't want the neighbors to talk too much right at first.

I finally remembered to ask her in. She looked so good I forgot everything I was going to say to her. We walked back in the living room and before she sat down she unsnapped her shorts and let her shorts drop to her feet and then kicked them off. I could see her little mound sticking out of her crotch. "You haven't changed a bit, have you," she said as she caught me looking at her crotch. I didn't say anything as she sat down next to me on the couch.

She put her feet up in my lap and made herself comfortable. I could feel myself growing under the weight of her feet on my crotch. I looked down and saw her feet and her toes moving around the way that women do when they have hose on I just wanted to suck every one of her toes. "Have you been drinking already this morning?" I asked her. "No, I just thought we'd do what we've been wanting to do for twenty years," she answered as she moved her heels around on my swollen penis. I was about to shoot off in my shorts so I had to do something.

I put my hands down on her feet and started rubbing them and then we off to the races. I slowly moved one of my hands up her leg to her crotch, which was already damp even through her tights and leotard. She spread her legs so I could get my hand up between her legs. As she spread her legs she picked one up and put her foot at my mouth so I grabbed it with my free hand and started sucking her toes through the tights. She must have been reading my mind. I sucked and licked her toes until they were sopping wet. All that time I had been rubbing her vagina through her outfit and actually had my fingers with the fabric of the tights and leotard up inside her.

Karen reached up and started pulling her leotard down and exposed her perfect breast. Small but perfect. When she got her leotard down to her waist she grabbed the tights and pulled everything off at once. I didn't miss a beat. I kept sucking her toes and slowly moved up to her crotch. I shifted my position and put my head right between her legs and sucked and licked and fingered until she couldn't take anymore and came. Not just a small orgasm but a real screaming bucking bronco orgasm. She grabbed my head and wouldn't let go until she was finished. She smelled so good I didn't want to move anyway.

Once she had finished she pulled me up further on her and took my penis in her hand and guided it into her. She was so wet but it was still tight. I tried to hold off as long as I could but I didn't last too long. I think my orgasm lasted longer than the actual working up to it. And it felt so good. We were both so wet from sweating by the time we were through. I could feel my heart beating in my head. Afterwards we just lay there until we were both ready to move.

Then we just moved into my bedroom and by then we were both ready again. At least I was and she could see that. Wasting no time Karen laid down on her stomach so her firm butt was staring at me. I started at her feet again and worked my way up to her butt kissing the backs of her legs all the way. Especially that spot behind her knees. That had to be one of her hot spots. She couldn't keep still when I was there.

I made it up to her butt and put my hand down between her legs and began rubbing her vagina. She was still wet with both of our juices from our session on the couch. I had her moaning softly now. I was kissing her but all over and running my tongue up and down her crack. Before I did anything else I moved around so my crotch would be in her face hoping she might take the hint and take me in her mouth. She did and it sent chills up and down my spine.

That just made me work harder on her and I buried my face in her butt and found her tight little butthole. My tongue was working its way up and down her hole. I was trying not to think about what she was doing to me because I didn't know how long I would last, it felt so good. Her lips were so soft running up and down my penis. I took my hand and rubbed my fingers against her vagina to get them slippery and put a finger on her butthole. She didn't seem to mind so I gently eased it inside her butt. That just seemed to make her work harder on me.

After moving my finger in and out of her butthole I made my decision. I switched positions again before it was too late for me. I moved in behind her and pulled her up on her knees. I pushed my penis inside her vagina to get it good and wet then pulled back out of her and put the head of my dick on her butthole. First I put my hand back on her vagina and found her clit and began massaging her to take her mind off what I was going to do.

Her butthole was already lubricated from my fingers so there wasn't much resistance as I pushed my penis past the lips of her butthole. It was so tight I didn't even want to move. I just wanted to stay there and feel the tightness forever. She didn't want me to just stay there she wanted more. She pushed her butt back against me and suddenly I was all the way inside her.

I started moving my finger more swiftly against her clit as I began to move in and out of her butthole. She was matching my thrust with her own making a smacking noise as her butt met my crotch. I don't know which got to her first but she started having an orgasm. She pushed back against me as hard as she could to get me inside her as far as I could. That was all it took for me. I could feel my sperm moving up my shaft and shooting out inside her butt. I didn't even have to move anymore it was just coming out on it's own.

Karen finally collapsed back down on her stomach with me still inside her butthole. I was going to pull out but she still felt so good I stayed inside her until I shrank enough. Nevertheless, it still felt good even though I was smaller now. She rolled over and we kissed. Those long sensuous kisses that can get me hard again very quickly. I'd like to say we did more that day but we didn't. She had to leave not long after that. However, we did and are still getting together as often as we can. I did find out that she can be a very bad little kinky woman, thank goodness.

Karen



This is a work of fiction, written for enjoyment and amusement, hopefully yours as well as mine. Comment and constructive criticism welcomed. 

I hadn't intended to write this, but enough of you were interested in the characters to make me think it was worthwhile. Chronologically, it comes before 'Aunt Ellen'.

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Dave and I had been going out together for about four months and I'd decided that he was the guy to take my virginity and that tonight was the night. I hadn't said anything, just made sure I had some rubbers in my purse, in case he had none. I'd let Dave feel my tits on our third date and we'd progressed to the mutual masturbation stage after about six weeks. Neither of us had eaten the other out, but as far as our hands were concerned we'd been almost everywhere with each other.

We'd been to the cinema. I can't remember now what was on, not that it matters. Then we'd driven down to the beach and found a secluded spot to park. We were kissing passionately, my blouse undone, my bra unfastened, my skirt up around my waist somewhere and the crotch of my panties moved aside to let his fingers at my pussy. I was as hot as Hades and I wanted something to quench my fire.

I took a deep breath. "Fuck me, Dave," I whispered.

He stiffened. "You sure?" he murmured, surprise in his tone. I'd always said no before.

"Yes," I said. I lifted my ass. "Pull my panties off."

Trembling, he reached to my waistband and eased my panties down over my hips. I let my ass back down then and lifted my legs and he eased the damp wisp of cotton and nylon off my legs. I smiled at him. "Have you got any rubbers, sweetheart?" I asked gently.

"Shit! No!" he responded, disappointment heavy in his tone.

I kissed his nose. "I have." I reached for my purse, found a rubber and handed it to him.

He grinned at me, then eased his jeans down and pushed down his shorts. My fingers had been busy in there and he was sporting a useful looking erection. Dave's not huge in the prick department, about six inches and a comfortable thickness for my hand, but he was nice and hard to my touch, smooth, his pubic hair curly and a little wiry. He tore open the little foil packet and carefully unrolled the condom onto his prick.

I reached for him and we kissed passionately, tongues dueling, then I lay back and spread my legs. "Come on, baby, do it now!"

Dave eased forward and put his prick at the entrance to my cunt. I was trembling with anticipation and gritted my teeth against the expected discomfort but as he pressed forward he stopped suddenly.

"Damn!" he said violently.

"What's up, sweetheart?" I asked anxiously. "I've just fucking come, that's what's wrong," he said savagely.

'Oh shit,' I thought, 'premature ejaculation'. Aloud I said, "Never mind, sweetheart, we'll try again in a little while."

"We fucking won't," he retorted, pulling the condom from his wilting prick and throwing it through the car window. He pulled up his shorts and jeans and started the car engine.

"Dave," I said despairingly, "Don't be like that." I touched his hand. "There's plenty of time. We can try again."

He shook my hand off in irritation and put the car into gear, flooring the throttle and spraying gravel all over as he jockeyed the car back towards the road.

"Slow down," I yelled, "let me get my clothes straight." I was frantically trying to fasten my bra, luckily with a front clasp, and pull the front of my blouse together when we reached the road. Dave barely paused but swung the car onto the pavement and headed back to town. I fumbled my buttons fastened and tugged my skirt down. I had no idea where my panties had gone. "Dave?" I said despairingly, scarcely knowing this boy I'd been going to submit to only moments before.

"Shut up," he yelled.

Astonished, I subsided. I looked at him. His face was grim in concentration and ugly in its ferocity. Unconsciously, I eased away from him. I wasn't sure I knew this new Dave. I wasn't sure I wanted to know him.

"Dave, please. Slow down, you'll get us killed," I said imploringly. He ignored me. I lost my temper then. "If you're going to drive like this, let me out," I yelled.

He slammed the brakes on so hard I almost went through the windscreen. As soon as the car had come to a standstill, I was out, my purse in my hand. I slammed the car door and he was away before the sound had registered.

I was furious, both with Dave and myself. Furious, frustrated and disappointed. And horny. Don't forget horny. I burst into tears. I couldn't help myself, I was so miserable, so confused. What had gotten into him? I looked around, taking stock of my location. Shit! The middle of fucking nowhere. I started walking, not liking being out alone at night, especially here on an unlit road. I was scared and I was alone. A few cars passed me, but I didn't try to thumb a lift, in fact I hid when the lights loomed up. At least my blouse and skirt were dark coloured. A light appeared in the gloom and relief hit me. There was a roadside diner up ahead. There would be a phone. I could ask Matt to come and get me. Hell, if my brother was at home, I could. Otherwise...

It was about time I got lucky, and I did. Just as I was about to enter the diner, a couple came out. The guy and I recognised each other instantly.

"Karen!" exclaimed Tommy Jensen. "What brings you out here?" He looked over my shoulder. "You're alone?" he added in a surprised tone. There was concern on his face.

"Dave and I had a fight," I said wearily. "He was driving like a maniac so I made him let me out. He dumped me back along towards the beach. I was going to ring home and ask my brother to come and pick me up."

"No need," said Tommy. "We'll give you a lift." He turned to his companion. "Alice, meet Karen. Karen's an old school friend. Karen, this is Alice."

"Hi," I said, rather liking the look of Tommy's cool blonde companion. "I'd rather have met you under better circumstances."

Alice smiled sympathetically. "Come on, honey," she said, taking my arm, "the car's over here."

Ten minutes later, I was home. Matt's pickup was there, so I guessed he was home. I wasn't sure about the current girlfriend situation, although he'd let slip he was interested in Kathy Evans, so I made enough noise to let them separate, if he wasn't alone. He was.

"Hi, sis," he said, surprised. "You're home early. I didn't expect you until well after midnight, what with Mom and Dad being away and all."

"Yeah." I felt irritated, disgruntled and strangely, still horny.

"Something up?" asked Matt, gently, concern in his tone.

I shrugged. "I guess so," I said reluctantly. "Dave and I had a fight."

"What about," he asked, "or is it none of my business?"

"No, it isn't," I retorted.

"OK, sis," he said soothingly, "I'm here if you want to talk about it." He shrugged. "I'm still here even if you don't."

I laughed. I was usually quite fond of my kid brother, eighteen months younger than me. He'd irritated me from time to time as we were growing, as kid brothers do, but as we reached our later teens he'd turned into a good friend, to my surprise. Suddenly I did want to tell him. I needed to tell someone, I was so frustrated.

"Matt?" I asked. "Do you get horny?"

He flushed, saying nothing for a moment, then giving me a rueful smile. "All the time, sis, all the time!"

"So do I," I said feelingly.

"What's the matter," he asked, "Dave not perform adequately?" He raised his brows inquisitively.

"Shrewd guess, bro," I said. "I was all ready to surrender my maidenly virtue. I had him all lined up and on target but he shot his load before he got it in then lost his temper."

"And?" said Matt, a little startled at my candour.

"Pulled his pants up, started the car, and took off like a maniac. There was me, my tits hanging out, trying to fasten my bra and blouse while locoman does seventy miles an hour." I shook my head. "I yelled at him and told him to let me out. He did. On the old road to Cedar Creek."

"The fucking dickhead," said Matt explosively. "Anything could have happened to you. If I get my hands on him, I'll..." His voice trailed off, then he shrugged. "I don't know what I'd do, but I'd think of something." His tone was low but savage.

I was warmed by my brother's obvious concern for me. "Never mind, Matt, I was in luck. I was close to the diner. Tommy Jensen and his date were there and they gave me a lift home."

Matt came across and hugged me. "Never mind, sis, you're home now. Do you want a warm milk or a hot cocoa?"

The words were out before I realised what I was saying. "A warm man with a hard cock would be more use, Matt, I'm still horny and I'm damned frustrated!"

"Is there anything I can do?" Matt asked. 

I'm pretty sure he meant it innocently, in the sense of listening or something, but I looked at him for a moment, my mind racing. "Yes, there is," I said softly. "I won't fuck you, partly because you're my brother, partly because I'm still a virgin, but if I suck your cock, will you eat my pussy?" I held my breath, trembling inwardly. I wanted this, brother or not. Hell, I needed something!

Matt managed to keep his face impassive and looked at me solemnly for a long, long moment, then smiled. "Yes," he said gently, "but I don't know what to do, so you'll have to show me."

I smiled back at him. "That, bro, will be my pleasure." I held out my hand to him. "Come on, upstairs." We went up, hand in hand, to my bedroom, where I quickly drew the drapes and switched on the bedside light. I turned to Matt and held out my arms. "Come here and kiss me."

Matt came and took me in his arms and I turned my lips up for his kiss. Gentle at first, brotherly, but I wanted more and let my lips part, let my tongue play against his, until a fire took us and we were devouring each other. Matt broke the kiss suddenly, shuddering. He stared at me for a moment, and then smiled.

"You certainly are horny, sis. There is no doubt about that!" He reached out and gently stroked my cheek. "What next?"

"I think it would be a good idea to get naked, Matt, don't you? Yes, of course you do, your jeans are getting far too tight, aren't they?" I giggled. "Shall I undress, or do you want to undress me?"

"Karen?" he said seriously, "I want your help, too." He grimaced. "Pretend for a minute that you're my girlfriend, OK?"

"OK. Now what?"

"We're about to make love and we don't want clothes to come between us. Would you want to undress yourself, or be undressed?"

I laughed. "Could depend on the circumstances, bro. I might want to turn you on by stripping for you, or I might want to tease you by making you undress me."

Matt groaned. "Torture either way, sis. But here and now, which would you prefer?"

"Undress me, Matt, but be gentle with me."

Matt took my hand and kissed it, then reached out gently and slowly unfastened the buttons of my blouse, gazing into my eyes and smiling faintly as he did so. I felt a wave of warmth pass over me and a familiar tingle in my pussy. As he unfastened the last button Matt looked down at me and slowly opened my blouse. My nipples were as hard as pebbles by now and were pressing against the lace of my bra cup. Matt pushed the blouse back off my shoulders and I shrugged and let it slide down my arms to the floor.


Matt smiled at me, and then reached to the clasp of my bra, unfastening it neatly with a deft twirl of thumb and finger that had me suddenly wondering where he had learned. The front of my bra swung open and my tits jiggled, loosened from their confinement. The bra was still covering me to an extent and Matt reached out, his hands shaking, and gently pulled the straps from my shoulders. I let them slide down my arms and was suddenly bare to the waist before my brother.

There was obvious admiration in Matt's eyes and I basked in it for a moment. "Like them?" I asked.

"They're beautiful," he said sincerely. "May I touch?"

I nodded and Matt brought his hands up to gently cup my tits, his thumbs riding lightly over the nipples. I moaned softly in my throat and felt my pussy getting even wetter. I took Matt's hand and put it to the fastening of my skirt. He smiled and flipped the button open, then slid the zipper slowly down. As the skirt came open it fell and I stepped neatly out of it. Matt's face was a picture as he gazed at my hairless and pantieless crotch.

"Where..?" he began.

I giggled. "Still in Dave's car, as far as I know," I said. I pirouetted. "Do you like?"

"You're beautiful, Karen," he said sincerely.

I stopped my pirouette. "Now you," I said. "Undress or be undressed?"

"Undress me, please," he said.

I complied eagerly, pulling at his belt and the fastening to his jeans, pushing his jeans down then off after a struggle with his shoes getting in the way. His shorts were tented out by something huge and wonderful and I rubbed the back of my hand against it. Matt groaned and I laughed, then took the hem of his t-shirt and raised it over his head. As my arms reached up, my tits were pressed against Matt's chest and his arms closed around me as they came free from his t-shirt. He kissed me passionately, mashing my lips against my teeth. I tasted blood and kissed him back just as fiercely, dropping my hands to his prick and squeezing it.

Matt groaned and I dropped to my knees and tugged at the waistband of his shorts. They caught on his prick for a moment then came free and dropped to Matt's ankles as his prick bounced free and hit me in the face. I gasped. It was noticeably bigger than Dave's and so much prettier, the head almost purple, the veins on the shaft pulsing as his heart beat faster.

I put my tongue out and licked the head of his pole, then opened my mouth and took it in, swirling my tongue around the head. I let my teeth nip lightly at Matt's beautiful prick, just below the crown, then took him as far into my mouth as I could, gagging as he hit the back of my throat. Hurriedly I eased back, pursing my lips so that as the crown of his prick passed my lips the glans was totally encircled and I maximised the sensations he was feeling.

I hadn't done very much cock sucking in the past but I was enjoying this, really enjoying it. Partly I think because I was in forbidden territory, sucking my brother's prick. I didn't know how long he could last but he didn't seem to be hurting any.

Matt took a deep, shuddering breath, his fingers tight in my hair, holding me to him. I could feel him shaking as I knelt before him. He moaned slightly as I changed my rhythm, swirling my tongue from side to side as I moved my head back and forth.

Matt began to move his hips, fucking my mouth. He groaned again. "God, Karen, that is fantastic, your mouth is so hot." He moaned, trembling. "You're going to make me come soon, sis, very soon. Do you want me in your mouth?" he managed to ask, almost coherently. I looked up at him, never ceasing my busy ministrations. My pussy was soaking and I could hardly bear to wait for his mouth to touch me there. I hoped desperately that he had some knowledge of what to do. I caught his eye and managed to nod without stopping my self-appointed task. He smiled briefly then closed his eyes as the sensations built. His fingers tightened spasmodically in my hair.

"I'm coming, sis," he whispered hoarsely, "I'm coming, you're making me come. I'm gonna come, baby, I'm gonna come." Abruptly, he paused, and then thrust, his semen jetting to the back of my throat. I gagged and coughed, semen suddenly in my nose. I coughed again, then had to pull away from his still jetting prick, his jizz spraying onto my throat and tits as I coughed.

Gradually, we stilled. I swallowed the semen in my mouth, used my fingers to wipe my tits and licked the semen from my fingers. I smiled up at him. "Powerful stuff, bro," I said.

He grinned, a little shame-faced. "Sorry I made you choke, sis."

I shook my head. "Worth it, Matt, that was fantastic." I grinned up at him. "I've sucked a few cocks in my time, but yours is the best I've tasted. You're going to make some wise girl very happy some day." I reached out. "Help me up." He took my hand and hauled me to my feet. I kissed him lightly. "Lie on the bed," I said. "I'm just going to the bathroom to wipe myself down, then it's your turn to eat me." I leered at him, and then went to the bathroom.

I was back quickly. Matt was lying on my bed, looking thoughtful and infinitely desirable. I debated briefly with myself about letting him fuck me, but held to my original decision. I was going to lose my virginity to someone who was not my brother. Afterwards, well, I'd think about it. I didn't communicate any of this to Matt, of course.

I went across to the bed and sat beside him, bending to give him a quick kiss on the lips. I looked at him and his lips quirked in his familiar smile. I laughed, happy, naked in my bedroom with my brother.

"Have you ever eaten pussy before, Matt?"

He shook his head ruefully. "Nope, sis, you're my first." He grinned. "Not my last, I hope."

"We'll see," I said to him, laughing. "Do you know what to do?"

"Approximately," he responded. "I know the theory, but I've never been this close to a naked cunt before."

"That's not a nice name to call your only sister," I joked. "Move over," I said. "I'll show you."

He moved aside and I lay back and spread my legs wide. His face was alive with curiosity as he studied my cunt. I was glad I was freshly shaved. For Dave, if the truth were known, but I had the feeling that Dave and I were finished. I didn't like the side of his personality that had been revealed to me earlier. I fingered myself and Matt looked at me curiously.

I pulled back the folds of flesh. "This is my clitoris," I said, easing the sheath back. "I'm very sensitive there, so be gentle. I've only been eaten once before and he was clumsy, but a combination of licking my labia, licking and sucking my clit and a finger in my honey pot got me off that time." I grinned at Matt. "Have at it, bro."

Matt smiled back at me. He got me to almost sit against the bed headboard, pillows behind me for comfort, and then arranged himself comfortably between my spread legs. He smiled at me and winked, then kissed my knee. He stuck out his tongue and trailed it up the inside of my thigh, then he surprised me. He brought his tongue up over my mound, avoiding my sex, then down my other thigh, before kissing my other knee. He licked his lips then began the return journey. This time he ran his tongue down the crease between thigh and crotch, outside my labia.

His next move made me jump, as from the bottom of that crease he switched suddenly to my cleft, then brought his tongue up the full length of it, from my ass to my clit, flicking my clit with his tongue in passing. He ignored my thighs from then, except for kissing the tops of them as his mouth began a dizzy exploration of my cunt area. He would suck at my labia, gently chew them with his lips, then transfer his attention to my cunt, extending his tongue and pushing it into my depths, before sucking briefly at my clit, then moving on to do something else.

There was no pattern to his attention, but I could feel a tension building in me, a familiar tension I knew from masturbation. I jumped suddenly when Matt gently pushed a finger into my cunt. He couldn't reach the full length of my cunt with his mouth after that, but it didn't matter. He was getting me closer and closer to coming. My belly began to tremble and I knew that if Matt hadn't been savouring my juices the bed would have been quite damp by now. I was wet!

I managed to speak, my voice hoarse. "I'm close, Matt, very close now." His pattern changed, licking at my cunt, flicking my clit with his tongue, sucking briefly on it as he moved. The trembling in me was intensifying and I could hardly breathe when Matt suddenly withdrew his finger, buried his tongue in my depths then swept it up, to suck hard on my clit.




Karen



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Dear Reader: This is the story of a wife and mother who meets the man of her dreams. Unfortunately, that's her daughter's fiancé‚. I'm interested in whether you, as a reader, thought the story codes were correct. Thanks to Sara and Gail for their input and other invaluable assistance. Please enjoy. E.Z.

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Have you ever met a man you instantly feared? Who made you quake deep down inside? 

I don't mean a physical fear. I mean a sexual fear. 

A fear he would possess you as his own. A fear he would reach deep into your woman's heart to seize your innermost feelings, making you eager to do what he wished of you. 

And a fear he might do nothing. A fear the deep gut longing for him would be unfulfilled, leaving you aching and wanting. 

I'd heard other women speak of such fears. They're referring to movie stars or rock musicians they drool over in a fantasy. In my life, my real life, I'd never met such a man. 

I was almost forty. My husband, George Phillips, and I had been married twenty-one years. We have two wonderful daughters, Polly, 20, and Patty, 18. 

For the past twelve years, George and I worked hard to build our business. For ten of those years, the business grew and prospered. But for the last two years, the business suffered a steady and steep decline because George's overly ambitious expansion plans exploded in our faces. We were threatened with bankruptcy.

George started to drink heavily. Alcohol and stress turned his previously kind disposition to a sour and depressed mania. Our children suffered with us. Seeing their parents depressed was hard on them. We couldn't afford for either of them to go to college. 

George is fifteen years older than I. In a way, our relationship was father and daughter. We began dating when I was seventeen. He took my virginity when I was eighteen. When I became pregnant with Polly, we married. I'd never had another man. Our major marital disagreement had been over the number of children. I wanted four. George insisted we have only two. He had a vasectomy to prevent additional children. I missed those days. I missed the feel of a baby, of the life in me, of nursing my child. I missed the closeness with the man who made that baby with me. George and I began to drift apart after those early, baby days. 

Sex with George was pleasant and sweet, but never exciting. When I married him, I knew it would never be the bomb bursts my friends gossiped of. Our sex was more passive than that. When the business began its downturn, he became impotent. It'd been two years since we made love. For the last year, we slept in separate beds, not even touching during the night. 

I'm five five and in good physical condition. I'm told I'm pretty. My daughters inherited my dark blonde hair and green eyes, my smile with the one dimple. My breasts are still high and firm, but my bottom and legs are my most attractive feature. 

I never intended to attract men. I dressed demurely, preferring loose blouses and long, full skirts to hide myself from prying male eyes. I lived a life without carnal desires, keeping myself chaste except for my husband. I was a modest and faithful wife.

During this siege of unhappiness, our bright spot was Polly. She'd fallen desperately in love with a man. We hadn't met him yet, but she said he was magnificent, very intelligent, well educated and successful in business. His name was Eric Winston. 

His only negative, from what she told me, was that he was thirty-two, twelve years older than she was. As Polly pointed out, George was fifteen years my senior so I couldn't complain about the age difference. Polly gushed about him, revealing a depth of love and wanting beyond anything I'd experienced. 

During the next month, the business continued its relentless slide toward bankruptcy. George fought to survive, even if the hope of survival seemed dim. I knew if he failed after redoubling his efforts, the loss would be much more devastating. Too often it seems, a man's self worth is tied inexorably to his company and his position. I worried constantly about his mental and physical health.

George and I were home one Friday night about ten, getting ready to go to bed. We were exhausted from the demands of the business. As usual, it had been a long and difficult week. Patty was already asleep. The front door burst open. Polly, giggling and wiggling with happiness, charged into the room with a man right behind her.

"Mother! Dad! Eric asked me to marry him! I said yes."

I saw Eric Winston for the first time. Hot, prickly fingers walked down my spine. I flushed. Lights dimmed except around him. I was giddy and nauseous. Every sense was overloaded. I stared at him as he shook George's hand in greeting. He turned to me and smiled. His eyes held me. Heat flashed through me, like a heavy blush, leaving my nipples erect and a wetness seeping between my legs.

I'd met him - the man who could possess me. The man who could take me and make me his. Never before had I felt the intense, demanding, female need to throw myself at a man. 

"Mother, are you all right?" Polly asked, taking my hands. "Why are you crying?"

"Your mother's just happy for you, dear," Eric said. "Let me help you, Karen."

My right hand in his, his left hand at my waist, he guided me to a chair. Was my robe on fire from the heat of his hand on me? Could no one else smell the scent I extruded? When I sat, I looked up at him. He could feel it. He could smell it. He knew. 

Polly and George solicitously murmured around me. Didn't they see the sexual need in me? Didn't they feel my agony? Oh, god, what was I going to do? I wanted him so much. 

I must resist him! I must! He was my daughter's fianc‚, her man not mine. I took a deep breath and prayed. Karen Phillips, wife and mother, pushed her unbridled carnal desire to the background and smiled benignly. For the first time since he arrived, I took a normal breath. 

Physically, Eric was about six three. He was lean and raw boned, with big wrists and hands. His chest looked powerful, his arms strong. His hair was black and cut short. He was graying at the temples. His face was ruggedly masculine and handsome. 

His most dominant feature was his eyes. They were large and deep set in large eyeholes, under thick, long black lashes and below heavy black eyebrows. Their color was a startling, deep, blue. They were compelling eyes, demanding eyes, eyes which might well be cruel. Those eyes could be soft and kind, too, as they were now.

He sat on the couch with Polly next to him, both her hands hidden by one of his. His voice was very pleasant, a well-modulated baritone. Its smoothness, the easy rhythm of his words, the timbre, all were pleasing and reassuring. It was hypnotic.

I was dressed in a long flannel nightgown which covered me head to toe and wore over it a thick and fleecy terry cloth bathrobe. But when he looked at me, I felt naked. 

Polly was ecstatic, beaming brightly in her joy. She extended her hand to flash a solitaire diamond engagement ring. Her wriggling fingers distorted our view, but its size and quality were self-evident. I noticed a new necklace around her lovely neck. It was a gold choker with a small ring in front. From the ring dangled another diamond which matched the one on her finger. 

We visited about wedding plans and their future. My eyes were constantly drawn to his, requiring conscious effort on my part to look away. They were as hypnotic as his voice. He enjoyed our eye game and my distress from it. Once a special smile flickered across his face. It made me shiver. It was the smile a man gives a woman when he intends to have intercourse with her.

I don't know why Polly and George were oblivious to his flirting with me. Couldn't they see what I saw? Couldn't they see how he appealed to me, how I wanted him? Couldn't they see this seduction in progress? Couldn't they see I was helpless?

Polly's exuberance invigorated us, but it was the presence of Eric Winston which energized me. We'd talked almost an hour when Eric changed the topic.

"Polly told me a few things about your business problems. That's my area of expertise. I'll be happy to assist you anyway I can," he said. 

We talked until two in the morning. George and I unburdened ourselves, releasing our business worries like a dam burst releasing the water of a thousand brutal rains. Eric acted truly interested. His knowledge, insight and certainty impressed me. Every thing about him impressed me. 

During those hours, our eye game continued. I saw that look again and again. Its implications were constantly in my mind. As a mother, I was angered my daughter's fianc‚ would look at me like that. As a wife, I resented his giving me that look in my own living room with my husband present. As a woman, I was terrified. He wanted me. He'd stop at nothing to have me. My anxiety bubbled like a cauldron. 

Karen, it's you that's flirting with him. Stop it, a voice in my head said. It's not me, I thought in reply.

"I think I can help," Eric said. "When can I take a look at the books?"

"I've got a golf tournament with my biggest customer this weekend. How about Monday?" George answered anxiously. 

"I'd like to do it tomorrow," Eric replied. "Karen's the accountant, isn't she?"

"Of course! She can show you everything. You two won't need me," George said.

"No, I couldn't," escaped me. 

"Sure you can, honey," George said emphatically.

George's tone of voice and expression were clear. He wanted me to meet Eric on Saturday. Polly still hadn't noticed Eric's dance with me. And Eric smiled at me in a way which drove me mad. I was horrified I would be spending the better part of my Saturday alone with him, no matter the reason. I hid my reservations, warmly saying I'd be glad to meet him. We set a time and ended our evening. After he left with Polly, George and I went to bed. 

"Karen, he's the answer to our prayers. Don't hold anything back. Give Eric whatever he wants," George said intently.

I slipped out of my bed and walked to his. I knelt beside it and took his hands in mine. 

"I love you, George," I whispered.

"I love you, too," he replied. "Why are you crying? You've sure been teary this evening."

"It's been an emotional evening, what with Polly getting married and help in the business," I lied.

"Can you believe it, Karen? Eric may help us. He's the first person in two years to give us hope. Real hope. We've got to make it work! There's something about him that makes me trust him. I know this will work, unless we blow it. We can't do that."

"What if he wants more than you're willing to give?"

"He can't," George said with a snicker. "I'd give anything. Damn it, Karen. This may be our last chance." George patted my hand. "But I'm exhausted now. I'll sleep the sleep of the dead tonight."

"I hope I do," I replied. 

"Get some sleep. You need to be sharp for him tomorrow. He'll probably run you through the wringer."

"I'm sure he will," I said and kissed him on the cheek. 

Sleep was long in coming. I was dreading tomorrow. When sleep finally came, I had an erotic dream, a dream stronger than I had in years. The dream was of Eric Winston . . . and me. Agitated and fearful, I awoke in a sweat. George's snoring and my labored breathing were the only sounds in the room. I prayed for strength and fell asleep again.

I was tired and confused in the morning. I selected my least appealing outfit. I wore no makeup and old, scuffed, flat-heeled boots. 

George greeted me in the kitchen with a kiss. He was ready to walk out the door to go to the golf course. 

"Karen, you look frumpy. Put on something nicer. Something with some oomph. We want Eric to think the best of us," he said. 

I cried when I redressed. My husband had ordered me to make myself prettier for a man who wanted me. My emotions were overloaded just thinking about Eric Winston. As I looked at myself in my full length mirror, I felt like a lamb being led to the slaughter. No, you don't, the voice in my head said. You're looking forward to it. No, I wasn't. I wasn't. 

As I drove to the plant to meet him, I reviewed my situation. It was surreal. I was eight years older, his mother to be, and married to someone else. He was considering assisting my husband and me in our business. For him to give me such sexual signals didn't make sense, not in my experience, at least. 

The drive to the office was slow. I talked to myself the whole way, telling me this was wrong. The last block of the drive I saw Eric in a blue Mercedes in my rear view mirror. He followed me into the driveway, parking beside me. Apprehensively, I watched him walk toward me. He was dressed in a button down, Oxford cloth, blue shirt, blue jeans, and white sneakers. He looked long and lanky and strong, like a modern day westerner. 

"Mr. Winston," I said coolly. 

"Mrs. Phillips," he replied, a twinkle in his eye. "Shall we begin?"

Eric and I worked hard. Like a huge vacuum, he sucked up information I struggled to feed him at the pace he demanded. His clarity and precision of thought, his quick mind, had me in awe. However, I lived those six hours in fear of what would happen later. I was constantly aware of his maleness and dominant air, even as we discussed such mundane and non-sexual things as lease financing. I felt the sexual tension the entire time. 

It wasn't my imagination. He touched me every chance he got. First, it was finger tips on my hand when I passed a file to him. I didn't respond, telling myself I didn't want to offend him. The touches became bolder. When he looked at me, he had a devilish twinkle in his eyes. I knew what he was thinking. He was thinking about taking me. He wanted me to think about it, too. I could think of nothing else. 

His toying with me was discreet except for one overt comment made after we'd been there about four hours. I'd finished telling him the relationship with our largest customer. 

"Do you have any questions?" I asked.

"Tell me, is your pussy wet from wanting to fuck me?"

The room reeled as I started to faint. He grabbed me, his strong arms around me, his body hot against mine as he guided me to a chair and eased me into it. His hands slipped down my body, leaving a trail of fire.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

"What? What did you say?"

"I said, 'Tell me your percentage net on the Fulton contract'. What did you think I said?"

Was I going crazy? He hadn't said that! Had he? Had he asked a question so innocuous? No. No. He was playing with me. He must be. He must. I couldn't read his expression. Had he said it? 

"Oh. I thought you said something else."

His hands were on my knees. The pressure was gentle but increasing. He was trying to pull my knees apart! No. Was he trying to hold them together? Oh, god, what was happening? I started to cry again, burying my head in my hands as I sobbed. He disappeared and returned with a Coke. He took my hand and wrapped it around the cold can. I shivered from the coldness. Or was it from his touch?

"It's going to be all right, Karen," he said softly. His hand stroked my hair.

Stop! Stop! Don't touch me! I wanted to scream. I'm a wife, not a slut. I'm a mother. My daughter is your fiancee. This is wrong. It's wrong for me to want you so much. 

I fought for composure. Eric waited patiently. When I was ready, we started the business review again. He continued his game of cat and mouse, leaving the mouse exhausted and her feelings raw and exposed. 

After six hours, he said we were through with the business review and excused himself. I collapsed in the chair at my desk as I tried to sort through my confused mind the reason behind Eric's treatment of me and my acceptance of it. Acceptance? No. Desire. Why was I silent when he touched me? That's the reason his touches became bolder. The last time his hand slid down my back to stroke my bottom before pulling away. 

When I looked up, he was sitting in the straight chair across from me. One leg was bent, his foot on the edge of my desk; the other was splayed straight, foot on the desk. He was displaying his crotch to me.

The bastard was teasing me! I felt the blush rise. My face was beet red. My hands trembled. I took several deep breaths, trying to control myself. I could feel his eyes burning into me, see him rocking gently back and forth as he leaned back in the chair. Finally, I looked him in the eye.

"What do you want?" I asked. My voice was tense, forced. 

"I know what I want," he replied quietly. "I know what you want. We both want the same thing. The question is how do we start."

No. Not now. I'm not ready to resist. I'm too weak right now. Please god, give me strength.

"What do you think of the business?" I asked.

"Don't change the subject," he said. There was a twinkle in his eyes. 

Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe he means something else. 

"What do you think I want?" 

Why did I say that? Why? 

"You want to be hot and sweaty and naked, writhing in desire on my bed, begging me to fuck you."

"You disgust me, you perverted bastard!" I spit out at him without thinking. 

I was in a rage! Every muscle and sinew tightened. I shook in anger at this overbearing male. My fists were clenched, my jaw set. In my mind, my own mother stood over me. Was that what my resistance was about? My mother's mores? My mother's prejudices?

"I'll tell my daughter! And my husband! How dare you treat me like this!"

He laughed. The sonofabitch laughed at me.

"I'm glad you're resisting, Karen. I love playing the taking game with a woman, particularly a woman who desperately wants to be taken."

"Touch me and I'll charge you with rape!"

He didn't respond as I glared at him. His expression was inscrutable. His eyes held mine. The emotion drained from me. Anger ebbed; frustration and helplessness flowed. I looked away as I started crying again. I couldn't stifle my sobs. He waited, letting me stew in my own juices. I was unable to get away. A prisoner in my own office, I sat awaiting his next comment. It seemed hours before he spoke. 

"Karen, look at me." 

He spoke so quietly I had to struggle to hear, but there was no doubt it was a command. Once again, I looked at him. Those eyes. They held me as if he held me in his arms. 

"Karen, if I'm wrong, get up and walk out. Walk out the door and leave. I won't stop you."

Stand up, my mind screamed. Stand up and run from him. Run. Get away. Hide. Don't look in his eyes. Fight for control of your emotions, Karen, Polly's mother in me said. Oh, please god, help me. The tension's killing me.

"Eric, I can't leave."

"Yes, you can. Go ahead." 

"I can't. Our company needs you."

"I'll assist the company no matter what happens between us. This is between us, you know. I want you and you want me. You're afraid to admit it, that's all."

"I can't trust you to help us if I don't give myself to you," I gasped out. Of course you can trust him, you stupid woman, the voice said. You've told him how to take you. Isn't that what you want? Eric Winston to take you? Yes! No, no! I don't know. 

He looked puzzled. Then a big grin crossed his face and a devilish gleam appeared in his eyes.

"Ah. I understand. I'll build a box around you so you'll have no choice."

No choice? I already had no choice. I wanted him so much I was dying inside. Couldn't he see that? A storm rose on his face, but the sunlight glimmered through the clouds in his eyes.




Karen



"Don't fight me. I'll leave you and George homeless and penniless unless you do exactly as I want. Karen, I want you on your knees. I want your obedience. I want your surrender."

"George would rather lose everything then have me give myself to you," I said weakly. George's words rang in my ears. 'Give Eric whatever he wants,' he'd said. Did George know that meant me? Was he trading me for his financial future? No. He couldn't mean that. Could he see I wanted Eric? Was he giving me permission to have an affair? Why had he told me to dress in something nicer? Did he know? 

I wanted five minutes. That's all. Just five minutes alone someplace quiet where I could think. I couldn't think. The world was spinning in wild, erotic gyrations. I wanted it to stop so I could think. 

"Undress, Karen. Let me see your body."

I shook my head no. Quickly he stood, towering over me like an implacable giant. My tears started anew. I staggered to my feet and stumbled to the plate glass window overlooking the plant floor. It was a magnificent overview, letting me see the product of so many years of hard work. George and I would have nothing to show for those years if we lost it. 

I sagged against the air-conditioning unit that extended from the wall at desk height. I sensed him behind me. I started to turn. He drove his body against mine. The timing and force of his assault drove my legs apart, his knees inside my thighs. His height and strength trapped me with only my toes touching the floor. He crossed my wrists in front of me. The long, powerful fingers of his left hand wrapped around my wrists and forced them downward. 

"No! Goddamn you! No!" I screamed.

"Sshh. It's okay, Karen. It's all right for you to surrender to me," he whispered soothingly. 

I slammed my head back, hoping to hit him in the face. He trapped my head with his right hand and held it there. Trapped, unable to get leverage with my legs, his strong arms wrapped around me, I screamed and cursed, fought and struggled, using every ounce of energy and power in me. When my struggles slowed, he relaxed his grip, giving me false hope of escape. I struggled harder which exhausted me more quickly. 

Like an insect in a spider web, I futilely struggled against an unavoidable fate. Like the insect, I was ultimately exhausted. I collapsed against him, lying still and helpless in his arms.

Somewhere in my bifurcated mind, the woman who was me watched us from above. She saw me in his arms. She felt his strength and my struggles and futility. She felt his cock hardening against my bottom as I rubbed against him. She felt our muscles war. She smelled our sweat, mine made pungent by my fear. She heard our sounds, the gasps and grunting, the words spewed mindlessly by me. She felt the heat. 

The woman knew the outcome before it occurred. She relished the delicious male/female battle she observed. She tingled in anticipation of the female's surrender to the male who entrapped her. 

His erection laying against the crack of my bottom and his arms around me dominated my thoughts. My bottom moved against the bulge in his trousers. Stop rubbing against him like some wanton hussy, the voice said. I can't, I cried. 

I didn't feel him unbutton the two lower buttons of my blouse. I first felt his fingers on the wet, hot skin of my belly. His fingers moved over my rib cage. I groaned as they unsnapped my front attaching bra. Gently, those fingers wrapped around my breast, squeezing, testing, evaluating, and, yes, tantalizing. Thumb and forefinger closed on my nipple and rolled it back and forth. Desire raced through me.

"Please. For God's sake," I whimpered.

"You've lovely breasts, Karen. I'm going to enjoy them," he whispered in my ear. "I'm going to enjoy all of you. You're a very sexual woman. Why you've repressed it, I'll never know. But you'll repress it no more. You're my woman now and I expect unbridled sexuality from my women."

His woman? How could that be? 

His voice was soothing and reassuring. It was warm, the kind of warmth a man's voice has when he has bedded a woman who has pleased him, or when he is pleased with the woman he'll soon bed. I didn't misconstrue warmth as weakness. He intended for me to fully comply with his demands. 

"You have a lovely neck, too," he murmured as he nuzzled the side of my neck under my hair. 

His lips, his tongue nibbled and caressed my neck. Electricity flickered through me. Chills went down my spine. He pulled my head back and kissed me, nibbling at my lips, tongue caressing mine, his breath hot and sweet in my nose. He kissed me again. 

Strange, isn't it? Cursing and weeping, I'd struggled until exhaustion. Now I lay passively in his arms as he kissed me and fondled my breasts. I felt secure and warm. I was weightless, his body still supporting mine as my toes brushed the ground. His hardness throbbed against me. Heat was rising again and sweat oozed from me. Heat from a different source; heat of a different kind. 

My resistance ceased. Limply my hands lay before me. Eagerly his hands sought the button and zipper at my waist. Resistance flared. I grunted and pushed against him. He jerked me hard against him, knocking the wind from me. His teeth dug into the muscles of my neck, like a stallion holding a mare in place as he mounts her. Something happened: maybe release of hormones from primordial urges. A warm tingling sensation overcame me. I resisted no more. 

He slipped my blouse and bra off, lay me back on the soft carpet and finished removing my clothes. I watched as he dropped his trousers and boxers. When I saw his cock, I gasped. It was so red and hard. I wanted it so much. He knelt between my legs. My wrists were crossed and pinned over my head. My legs were doubled and trapped under his arms. His cock nestled between my lower lips. Our eyes were open. His face was a picture of male pride and conquest. I felt every millimeter of his skin as he slowly entered me. I juiced to ease his way. I spasmed around him, expanding for him. He stopped, only partially in me. 

I lifted my hips to hurry him. "Please don't stop." I whimpered. 

A victor's smile on his face, he slammed against me, driving me into the floor. His cockhead hit my cervix. 

"Oh, God. I'm cumming," I murmured.

Large, hard, demanding, his cock plundered me again and again, drawing from me orgasms I didn't believe possible. I, who'd never experienced more than one orgasm, felt the power of multiple ones crashing over me. Sweat covered us. Heat radiated. I whimpered and mewed under him, rewarding his taking of me with my pleasure at having been taken.

"Look at me!" he demanded. Buried in me to the hilt, he stopped. His face contorted. He began to shake as he pumped his seed into me. Ecstacy covered his face as he emptied himself. He released his hold on my legs and slumped on me. 

I should've pushed him away. Instead, I put my arms around him and held his hard body tightly against mine. His cock softened in me as our bodies cooled. My hands stroked his back. My lips nuzzled his neck. He raised up to look in my eyes. I saw a gentleness in him. I saw pride: pride of bringing a woman to sexual nirvana; pride of ownership. What did he see in me? Happiness? Satisfaction? Joy? They were there. 

"Now Karen, we'll always end the same way. Use your mouth to clean me," he said after he rolled to lay beside me. 

I had no urge to resist or disobey. I took him in my mouth, tasting our juices coating him. He stroked my sweat soaked hair as I eagerly complied. His hand was gentle, his touch reassuring. 

"Well done," he said softly.

I stopped to gaze into his eyes.

"Take your hand and gather my cum from your pussy. Lick your fingers clean. No, Karen. Always look at me when you do it so I can share your joy at tasting me."

My eyes were locked to his as my fingers sought the nectar he left. The tingling urge to again open myself for him crept over me. As I licked my fingers, I saw his cock jump and swell. He wanted me again. Me! I was thrilled and eager for him. 

"I'm sorry to end this," he whispered in my ear, "but we need to go to dinner. Polly's cooking. We're all eating together."

I cringed at the mention of my daughters and husband. Shame filled me. A cold, sick dampness crept across my skin. Even my tears seemed cold on my face. With my back to him, I sought my clothes and quickly redressed. When I turned to face him, he had a soft smile.

"Why are you doing this to me, Eric?" I asked timidly.

"Does it matter? It's happening."

"Please tell me. I need to know."

"You shouldn't feel guilty about this, Karen. You resisted, but I was too strong. I took you. All you need to know is that you're mine now. Mine. And I'll do with you as I wish."

Guilty? My guilt was an albatross around my neck. It devastated me. I was crushed by the weight of it . . . but, oh god, why did I feel this way? Why did I feel warm and happy? Why did I enjoy him so much? He extended his hand to me. He helped me to my feet and pulled me against him.

"You're a good lover, Karen," he said softly. "You'll be better when you surrender. You'll be a sexual animal. My animal." He kissed me. "I'll see you at my house."

He kissed me again and left me in the quiet of my own office. 

I thought of nothing else but his taking of me as I drove home to bathe and change. As I drove to his home, I lectured myself. You need to end this affair, I said. You must stop it for Polly's sake, and for George's. I was George's wife. I was Polly's mother. I couldn't be Eric's woman, too. Could I? Could I answer the sexual call my body gave me each moment I was with him? 

By the time I parked my car in front of his house, I was eaten by turmoil and indecision. 

I fought back tears as I rang the bell. Polly answered and greeted me warmly. Dinner was delicious. My daughters were scintillating. My husband was buoyant from a day's victory at the golf course and the promise of relief in the business. Eric was the perfect host and son to be. 

No one noticed the change in me. What did you expect? the voice said. You're not wearing a scarlet letter. But do they know? 

At first, I was very self-conscious. Numbness infused me. With great effort, I successfully compartmentalized the day, letting me enjoy part of the evening with my family.

George's golf tournament continued through Sunday. Eric and I agreed to meet at the plant in the morning to "continue what we started." The others believed what we'd started was his review of our company. Only he and I knew what those words really meant. 

He spoke but once of the relationship he insisted we have. We were alone in the kitchen. He cupped my mound through my dress. He squeezed, his finger finding my opening. "Mine," he whispered in my ear. Chills went through me. 

Standing there in his kitchen, I bolstered my resolve to fight him. I decided to tell my family his plans, to tell them right now. I couldn't allow further assignations with him. But when I reentered the living room, they were on the floor in an intimate and animated discussion. 

"Oh, Eric, will you really pay for my college?" Patty was saying.

"Of course, until your dad gets back on his feet again," Eric replied positively. Patty threw her arms around him and hugged him warmly, her happiness radiating from her face.

"And that'll be real soon, honey," George responded, getting his warm hug from Patty as he did.

I couldn't confront him in front of them. I couldn't crush their hopes and joys even for my own protection. As I looked at Eric with them, he appeared to be happy and a part of the group. 

I wondered what in him was driving him to do what he was doing to me. How could he be so sexually tyrannical with me and pleasant with them? Whatever it was, I must deal with it by myself. Deal with it? Relish it. Be honest with yourself, Karen. 

That night at home, George quickly succumbed to sleep. My sleep was intermittent. Wild sexual dreams repeatedly awakened me in a hot sweat and with a pounding heart. Once my hand was between my legs when I awakened. I cried myself back to sleep. Each time, a troubled sleep brought dreams again.

When the alarm aroused me, I stumbled into the bathroom dazed from lack of sleep and hurrying not to be late. I don't remember dressing. I was half way to the office before I realized what I wore. Once again, I'd selected one of my all encompassing blouse and skirt combinations. This one was the most revealing I owned. Its materials were silky and clingy and tight around me. And I was braless. I'd never gone braless in my life. The weight and movement of my freed breasts was a constant reminder of the conflict in me. 

Twice I pulled off the street to cry. I told myself it's only a lack of sleep. It's guilt. Yesterday won't happen again I said. But I knew it would. He would have me again. Only this time, there'd be no going back. This time I'd belong to Eric Winston.

I called George from my car phone. He was pulling into the parking lot at the golf club. He didn't even notice I was crying as he told me to make sure Eric was impressed. Impressed? Yes, Eric was impressed. By me. By my wanton surrender. By my whimpering as he fucked me. I cried I could cry no more. 

I resolved to resist Eric. Why? Who knows? The war in me was titanic. I wouldn't let him take me as he had only yesterday. I must end what he had begun. 

When I arrived at the office, Eric was sitting in his car reading the Sunday newspaper. He hopped out and gave me a big smile. When he leaned over to kiss me, I turned away. Both his arms were full so he couldn't grab me and make me kiss him. He lugged a suitcase and a sack of food as he followed me to my office. As I was making coffee for us, I heard the furnace roar to life. Soon, hot air was blowing into the room. I wondered why he'd turned up the heat. 

In my office, he'd moved a straight chair to the center of the floor. In front of it was a blue exercise mat big enough to lie down on. The mat extended to the edge of my desk. He was sitting in my chair. His blue eyes locked onto me. 

"Coffee's ready," I said, trying to make my voice light and happy. I placed his coffee on the desk in front of him and started to sit down.

"Don't sit, Karen," he said. "Today's devoted to our pleasure. I expect total obedience from you."

"No, Eric. I'm ending it," I said as I sat in the chair in flagrant disobedience to his order. 

Don't listen to my words, Eric. Please. Listen to my body language. Take me. How could I think that? How could I not think it? End my turmoil, Eric. End it! 

"Don't try to resist, Karen. I took you yesterday. I'll take you again today and every day I desire." 

"Eric, I'm to be your mother. I'm married to another man. This is wrong."

"No. It's right. I won't allow you a way out. If you disobey me, you'll be punished."

He opened the suitcase and removed a flexible leather shaft about three feet long. Blood crashed through my veins. I feared his answer, but I asked.

"What is that?"

"A whip. I'll whip you for your disobedience."

"You wouldn't?" I gasped. 

"Yes, I would. I'd do it without hesitation. Would you like a demonstration?"

My head shook "no."

Gracefully and quickly, he moved beside me, taking my hand. He guided me to the mat and instructed me to kneel on it facing the chair. The sweat broke out between my breasts, a droplet running down my belly. For a moment, I considered resisting. His grip tightened on my arm. Trembling and red faced, I knelt on the mat. My eyes teared and overflowed, silent wetness running down my cheek.

"Spread your knees shoulder width," he ordered. 

What was I to do? He'd left me no choice. I couldn't risk the loss of everything for an act of disobedience. Now he had added the fear of swift and painful punishment if I resisted but a moment. Slowly, I opened my knees, making me acutely aware of my femaleness. He's making me ready for him, I thought. 

Eric handed my coffee to me and sat in the chair I faced. He moved it forward until his knees, which were spread wide, were on either side of my head. Suddenly, my world was the small v-shaped area bound by his legs. Acutely aware his cock at the tip of the V would soon be in me again, I unsuccessfully struggled to look away. I sipped my coffee and waited. Waited for him to take me again. 

The office and the coffee were hot. My blood was churning. Perspiration rolled down me in torrents. My blouse was soaked. It was plastered to my over hot and wet skin, making me more visually tantalizing than if I wore nothing. My nipples were erect and easily seen. I didn't pull the blouse from my skin to hide myself from him. My skirt stuck to my legs. I adjusted it, smoothing it over my thighs. After I did, I realized my legs were more visible that way. Why hadn't I thought of that before?

I waited, the minutes numbing my senses, the tension playing with my mind. Finally, he lifted my chin to look in his face. His countenance was hard, his sexual need open and obvious. He sat back. When I looked away, the stiff tip of his whip under my chin brought my eyes to him again. 

"We both know you wouldn't hurt your family. I saw that in your face when you left the kitchen last night. Is that correct, Karen?"

"Yes."

"My taking of you is between us. You and me. We both know I'll win. We both know I'll have you as mine."

"You can take me. You can rape me and I won't report it. But I'll never be yours."

I said it with all the strength in me. Was I convincing? Was I believable as I knelt obediently between his legs, my own legs spread in inviting supplication, my body hot with wanting? 

"You've already mine, Karen."

Was he right? I thought as he sipped coffee and stared at me with those hypnotic blue eyes. I was on the edge. - the very edge - of that great canyon called surrender. I was at the precipice: herded there as a sheep herded by a sheep dog; trapped there by the box he built around me. The unwalled side was the precipice. 

I'd go off the edge. I had no doubt about that. He would accept nothing less. Would I make him push me off that edge? Or would I jump? 

All my senses were on full alert. The color of his jeans was vivid and bright. Their tightness around his muscular legs enthralled me. The bulge at the V of his legs was never out of sight or mind. The weight of my breasts was full and heavy. I felt them move enticingly with each breath I took. My spread legs created an emptiness needing to be filled. My cheeks were wet with my tears. I could feel each drop of the sweat slipping down my body. I could smell us, both of us. I could smell my moisture excreted between my legs. When, absentmindedly, I stroked my skirt taut over my thighs, it seemed I could feel the pattern of the cloth. 

I waited. The tension increased.

"I'm going to give you a mantra, Karen. When I say 'mantra', you'll repeat it continuously until I say 'stop'. You'll live by this mantra. It'll be the thought which governs you. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"Yes, sir, is your proper response," he said.

"Yes, sir," I repeated. If I had any will to resist, my voice didn't reveal it. 

"Good. This is your mantra. 'I'm Eric's hot, willing woman."

"I'm not yours. I'm not," I whimpered. 

The whip hissed through the air, slamming into the blue mat beside my leg. It sounded like a rifle shot. I screamed in panic, doubling over, holding myself in fear. Eric was a patient man, a patient man with laughter in his eyes he struggled to hide. He'll never use that whip on you, the voice in my head said. I know, I answered, but isn't it erotic to think he might? Eric waited until I composed myself. When I looked up at him, I saw the message in his expression: Surrender. You have no choice. 

"Shall we try again? Say your mantra, Karen."




Karen



You know he'll win, why are you fighting? The voice inside my head said. Yes, I know it. I want him to take me. I want to surrender. Why am I resisting? 

"Eric, please," I begged, my tear filled eyes on him. 

"Say it!" he demanded. 

"I'm Eric's hot, willing woman," I said. Each syllable caught in my throat like gravel. I forced myself to form the words and utter them, my voice constricted as if bound in steel. I wanted to scream this is wrong. Instead, I repeated my mantra. I knew I would live by it. That thought terrified and excited me. 

The tip of the whip moved into my sight. I froze, not breathing, as it traced the outline of my nipple plainly visible through my blouse. I jerked in reflex at the thought of that rod striking me on such a tender spot.

"Keep saying it." 

"I'm Eric's hot, willing woman."

I repeated my mantra again and again, but my eyes never left the whip resting against my nipple. I'd said my mantra maybe twenty times, when the tip of the whip slowly pulled back a few inches from my nipple. It flicked against me. The flick of the whip on my erect and tender nipple was a match, creating a bright and white but short flame. It lit a fuse which sizzled down my body to ignite the firecracker nestled between my legs. My thighs and back tightened. My breasts were pushed toward him as my back arched. I shuddered. A groan escaped me. Through my unfocused eyes, I could see his knowing smile.

"Say it," he whispered gently as his eyes shone at me.

I said it, the words coming easier this time. Again I said it, and again. I repeated it until it was a natural to say those words as calling my children's names.

Eric took my head in his two giant hands. His thumbs wiped the sweat from my forehead. The rhythm of my voice, my hypnotic chanting, never wavered as I said my mantra over and over. With his thumbs, he closed my eyes. All was dark as I continued chanting. I felt him stand, heard the rustle of his undressing, felt his movement to kneel behind me. 

Slowly. He did everything so excruciatingly slowly. He moved my hair from my neck. I felt his lips at my nape. Tingles shot through me. The top button of my blouse moved. The air, warmed by the heater but so much cooler than my skin, chilled me where my blouse was opened. Again, his lips on my spine. Again, tingles. 

Coolness of the air. The heat of his lips, of his hands, as they released another button. The greatest heat was between my legs. It was a swamp of wetness and heat. I felt that moisture on my thighs. 

Slowly. Another button. Another tantalizing touch of his hands, his lips.

I don't remember leaping off the precipice, but I knew I was in the air falling toward him. I'd surrendered. 

He made me wait, torturing me by the slow removal of my blouse as his lips and hands and the very air itself teased and caressed my naked back. When he pushed the blouse over my shoulder and it floated toward the floor, I ached for relief, ached to have his hands on my breasts, ached to have him in me. I felt each finger tip slide from back to front across my rib cage to close firmly on my breasts, to feel their softness and tweak my diamond hard nipples. I moaned. 

He whispered in my ear, "Stop and keep your eyes closed."

My heart pounded in my throat as he gently lifted me into the air. I extended my legs and stood. His hands were on my skirt. The cool air rushed over me when the skirt fell away. He slipped my panties down and pulled them off my feet. I was naked before him. 

"Mantra," he whispered.

Smoothly, easily, without effort and with desire, I said, "I'm Eric's hot, willing woman."

The words flowed from me. They were true. I was his. I was burning with heat. I desperately wanted him to take me. 

How I longed to see his face, see his reaction to my nakedness, to the hot and willing body which belonged to him. But, obediently, my eyes were closed. He knelt behind me as I remained standing. His touch, his lips were hot on my skin, his hands insistent as they traversed the plains between my legs, sliding on the lubricant my desire had excreted. I was ready, so very ready, yet he caressed me further. A groan escaped my lips as his lips traced the tendon down the back of my leg. 

"Oh, God, yes!" I moaned as his two long, strong fingers plumed my depths and a thumb found my clitoris. The strongest orgasm I could remember exploded in me. I collapsed on him, softly landing in his arms. He rolled me on my back. 

He took me quickly, my legs bent and pushed against my breasts, pounding into me in a carnal rhythm. The power of my explosions was beyond my experience, even beyond my fantasies, as he brought me pleasures undreamed of. There on a Sunday in my office, on a blue mat slickened by our sweat, he introduced me to the power of our sexuality. I orgasmed until I was too weak to raise my head. 

He hadn't cum when he pulled out of me. His strong hands moved me as he wished. His cock touched my lips. Without thinking, I took him there, tasting my own sweet juices on him. Like a child on its mother's breast, I sucked him as I drifted in and out of consciousness.

Something very cold fell on my cooling, but still hot, body. Startled, I squirmed to get away. His hand was tangled in my hair. His cock was in my mouth. My head was anchored against him. I squealed against his cock as he ran an ice cube down my spine. He laughed when he released me. I twisted away to look at him. His eyes were tender, twinkling. A broad smile covered his face.

"Back to the land of the living?" he asked with a sweet softness in his voice. I blushed and smiled back at him. 

"Refreshments?" 

He offered me a glass of juice and a donut. I ate and drank as I knelt as his feet with my legs spread. Deliberately, his eyes moved from mine to traverse down my body. His eyes were like fingers. I could feel their touch on me, feel their caress. My breasts tingled when they lingered there. I felt them tracing down my stomach. I twitched between my legs from the heat they created. 

Refreshments finished, the guided me to the position he wanted. I knelt on all fours. My legs were spread wantonly, but not to his satisfaction. He spread me wider. My breasts swung freely under me. 

"Mantra," he said softly.

"I'm Eric's hot, willing woman," I answered. 

His hand touched my leg. I groaned. After a lifetime of small, infrequent orgasms, I'd experienced the greatest ones ever only minutes ago. How could it be? 

I wanted more. I wanted him to fuck me until our fucking comprised my entire reality. This is wrong, the voice inside my head said. Be quiet, I told it.

His hands traced my tendons. They slipped over my skin which was again slick with sweat. I felt his fingers at the back of my left knee as he gently stroked there. 

"Eric, please." My voice caught. 

"Mantra," he replied.

"I'm Eric's hot, willing woman."

His fingers leisurely caressed my leg and slipped over my ass. One finger traced down the crack until it rested on the opening. I felt it quiver as he tested it and withdrew. My voice continued as his hands kneaded my ass cheeks and tantalized my stomach and legs. 

"Stop," he said as his hands left my body.

"Karen, I want you to be more vocal. When we make love, you're a quiet as a little mouse. I want to hear from you. Share your joy, your passion. Talk. Talk when I touch you, when I fuck you."

"Yes, Eric," I replied.

"Not only do I want to hear screams of passion from you, I want you to talk freely about your feelings."

"Yes, Eric."

My voice was soft and sexy, making the saying of his name a caress of us both. He heard it as I did. He gently stroked my face. Like a kitten, I pushed my head against his hand. 

"Where do you want me to touch you?" he asked.

"Between my legs."

"That's your pussy. Say it. Say 'pussy'."

"Pussy."

"What do you want?"

"Stroke my pussy, Eric. Oh. Oh. Yes. Like that. No. Don't stop. Please."

"What are you?"

"I'm your hot, willing woman. Please take me again."

My words reverberated in my head. I'd said it voluntarily. I said what I'd been denying. Tears moistened my cheeks. The admission was a weight lifted from me. A weight of sexual denial. I sobbed tears of joy. Oh, god, it felt so good! Free of the weight of denial. Free from self- imposed restraints on my sexuality. Free to be his. But you're not free. You're George's wife, the voice said. No, I'm Eric's hot, willing woman. I'm his, I told the voice. 

Eric pulled me into his arms. Crying, I curled up in his lap as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear and comforted me. He was tender and loving. It felt good to be there, surrounded by him, held against the strength of his body. He kissed me. Not a controlling, demanding kiss, it was soft and gentle. His hands caressed me. 

I looked up into his eyes. 

"What are you? Tell me again."

"I'm yours, Eric. I'm your hot, willing woman. Please make love to me."

"Make love?" 

He was teasing me. Yes, I wanted him to make love to me, to possess me sweetly and tenderly. Later. Now I wanted him to fuck me, to overpower me, to pin me against the floor with his cock. 

"Fuck me," I whispered. "Fuck me long and hard. Fuck your woman until she passes out."

I turned beet red and goose bumps popped out all over me. My own shyness and modesty had always prevented me from using dirty words like fuck. Those words weren't dirty now. They were good words, words which expressed how I felt about a man. 

Eric smiled as he said, "Get on all fours again, Karen." 

As I took the position he wanted, I began to shake in eager anticipation of what we were doing, of his commanding me, of my own willing surrender. Wetness again oozed from between my legs. Sweat formed on my skin. 

"Talk to me," he said. His voice was soft but firm. Very firm. "Tell me where my hands are, what they're doing to you, how you feel."

"Yes, Eric. No. Don't stop."

"Stop what?"

"Eric, please."

"Talk to me."

"Stroke my breasts again."

"How?"

"Oh. Like that. Your fingers sliding down. Pulling my nipples. Squeezing them."

"You like that?"

"Yes. Please."

"And this?"

"Yes."

"Be still."

"I can't be still. Your hand. On my leg."

"What do you want?"

"Move it. No. Not like that. Higher. More. Eric, why are you torturing me?"

"Is this torture?"

"Yes. Oh god. Don't stop!"

"Stop what? Tell me."

"My . . . my pussy. Stroke my pussy. And my breasts. Pull my nipples. Oh, yes."

"You like that?"

"Yes. Oh, yes."

"And this? Do you want me there?"

"Yes. There too. I want you everywhere."

"Do you like this, Karen?"

"Yes."

"Talk. Tell me what you like."

"I like you touching me, your hands caressing my body. All of my body. I like you commanding me, taking me, owning me. Please, Eric, don't ever stop."

"Stop what?"

"Pull them. Pull my pussy hairs. It sends shocks through me. Oh, god, Eric. Fuck me! Eric, enough foreplay! I need to be fucked!"

"When I'm ready," he said. 

In a flash, I spun. Like a tigress, I sprang, knocking him on his back. He looked startled as I straddled him. I grabbed his cock and held it where I wanted it.

"Now! Like this!" I snapped as I slammed my hips downward, burying him in me. 

An orgasm started in my curling toes. I threw back my head and laughed. I heard him grunt as I was lifted up. His cock came out of me, leaving my orgasm unfulfilled. 

"No!" I screamed as he slammed me on my back. His strong hands held my crossed wrists over my head, pinning me. I squirmed trying to find his cock with my pussy. I struggled to breathe, gasping loudly. My skin was on fire. I was crying again. 

"Goddamn you, Eric," I yelled in his face which was over me like an animal over its prey. "Fuck me, you sonofabitch! Fuck me hard! Fill me with your cum! Make me preg . . . "

The word caught. Pregnant. 

We were frozen in time: he over me; I pinned under him. He looked shocked. It'd never occurred to him I wasn't using birth control. 

Why was I unprotected? Why had she tricked me? She - the woman who wanted to be possessed by him. Why didn't I realize it? I hadn't thought of it before that instant. It dawned on me like a light clicking on. She wanted it. She wanted this powerful, masculine creature to give her his child. She wanted her belly bloated from him. Hers? My belly. Me. Not she. Me.

Stop! You can't have another man's child! the voice is my head screamed. The humiliation, the shame. Stop! Do it! You want another child. You want Eric's child. What am I doing? What?

I screamed "no, stop" and pushed with all my might to free myself. I didn't break his hold on me as he pinned me to the floor. I didn't budge him. It wasn't my decision. Not now. It was his. One word. One thought. Such power in one little thought.

Eric's intensity exploded. His face was red and wild. His were animal's eyes, like a lion on the scent. Roughly his hand spread the lips of my pussy. His cock slammed into me. He rutted like a wild beast, with small grunts - uh, uh, uh - each time his pubis hit mine. 

He wants you to have his baby, the voice said. Yes, I replied. 

I felt the warmness again, the same warmness I felt when he bit my neck. My body opened to him, my legs wide and relaxed, my arms flaccid above my head. Externally I felt a numbness. Internally, I felt my pussy relax on each powerful thrust to give him the deepest access to me, and tighten on each withdrawal to keep him from leaving.

I felt like my womb was opening, like a flower in the sun - a flower who wanted to be pollinated. 

"Fuck. Me. Fuck. Me. Fuck. Me," I chanted.

Eric growled as his face contorted. His frantic pounding intensified. 

"Hard. er. Hard. er. Put. your. seed. in. me." 

Incoherent words spewed from me as his fingers dug into my shoulders. He gasped and thrust with a last mighty lunge, holding himself deep in me. I felt his explosion. I heard his laugh.

The muscles of my pussy spasmed in a rolling, pulling motion. My pussy held him in her and milked his seed from him. She pulled his seed toward the opening of her womb - toward her egg. There was no blinding orgasm, only a series of small ones: an orgasm each time my pussy milked his cock. 

"So good. So good," I mewed. 

He collapsed on me. Neither of us moved except the twitching of relaxing muscles. He softened there, his cock plugging me to prevent the escape of his precious liquid. When he slipped from me, I cleaned him as I'd been taught. I took from me what he had left, tasting his nectar and licking my fingers clean. 

We dressed in silence. He had not spoken since he pulled out of me that last time. He was lost in thoughts he didn't share. He locked the office door and helped me to my car. 

"Eric?"

He looked at me for the first time since he was in me.

"All you all right?"

"Yes. Are you?"

"Yes. I'm very much all right."

"Are you fertile?" he asked.

"I'm ovulating now," I answered.

I said it proudly. I stood erect with my shoulders back and breasts thrust forward. My head was held high. Unabashedly, I looked him in the eyes. I was a female animal, confident of my sexuality. I relished myself, my gender. I was woman. I was the woman this powerful, virile man wanted, took and made his. 

His eyes were questioning, probing. Then, his expression changed. He smiled and exuded masculine power and confidence. It was not evil or cruel. It was loving, showing the pride of a man with his woman.

"You're my woman now, Karen. You belong to me."

How can that be? the voice said. He's engaged to Polly. You're married to George.

"Yes, Eric. I do." 

"We're just beginning. I'll expect much from you."

I moved against him, pressing my breasts into his chest, my arms around his waist, my face raised toward his. His leg was between mine. I rubbed my pussy against his thigh. 

"I'll take whatever you give. I'll do whatever you ask," I said before I kissed him.

No one was home when I arrived. I took a long, hot bath. My shoulders and hips were bruised where he'd held me. I could see the tips of his fingers blue in my flesh. My muscles ached from exertion. My pussy was sore, a good soreness from the pleasure we'd shared. My heart soared. My over wrought mind day dreamed of him. 

I'd surrendered. I was Eric's. His woman. His hot, willing woman. Anyone could see that in me. See it in my face, my eyes, in the marks on my body he left when his passion took me. 

What they could not yet see was the greatest evidence of my surrender. It was hidden deep in my body. It would grow there until it was hidden no more, until I blossomed as proof of my belonging to him. 

Exhausted and satisfied, I crawled into bed. 

You've given yourself to him, the voice said. Yes, I answered. You'll feel horrible about what you've done. Maybe, but for now I'm floating on air. You're pregnant with his child, she said. Yes. I am. But what about tomorrow? I'll worry about tomorrow tomorrow. Hush now. I want to sleep. 

In a moment, I was in a deep and sweet slumber.

Please! Give me your comments.



Karen



My wife, Marge, and I have sex four or five times a week. She loves to fuck, and to have me suck her cunt. She'll suck me, but won't let me cum in her mouth.

She manages the female clothing sections of a major department store chain in one of our city's malls. My name's Bill. I write a monthly column for rural electric cooperatives in all states bordering the Mississippi River.

Shortly after one on a sweltering afternoon, I ducked into a neighborhood bar for a cold one. I had started to order another drink, when a sexy-voiced female said, "Wouldn't you rather come over to my place for a glass of wine?"

Startled, I turned to see who was talking. It was Karen, a woman in my wife's bridge club. She owns several automobile battery stores. I grinned. "Hi, Karen. If you live near here, I'll take you up on your offer. Matter of fact, I'll go if you live far away."

"C'mon, it's just a short walk from here." Thank goodness. The heat outside was oppressive.

When we reached her apartment, she said "Take off your tie and make yourself comfortable while I get the wine." She returned with two glasses of Merlot, touched her glass to mine, and said "Cheers."

"Don't you get lonesome living here all alone?" I asked. She had been divorced for about three years.

She laughed. "If you're wondering about my sex life, I get all the sex I can handle."

"That's not why I asked," I stammered.

"Tell me, Bill, do you get all the sex you can handle?"

"Yes. Sure But --"

"But what?"

"May I be blunt?"

"Are you asking if I mind if you say cunt or fuck?"

"I guess that answers my question. I love oral sex, but Marge won't let me cum in her mouth. There, now you know."

"Boy, we're in the same boat. The guy I'm going with won't let me suck his prick. Do you like the taste of cum?"

"Love it."

"Would you like to sixty-nine, and taste mine?"

"I'll say."

"Let's go in the bedroom and get undressed." 

I was awestruck when I first saw her naked. "I think you look sexy with clothes on, but without clothes -- Wow!"

"Thank you."

"Your tits are gorgeous. I want to suck those magnificent nipples."

"I want you to suck them. Later. Right now, I want to feel your prick." 

She put her hand around me, and moved my foreskin back and forth. "I've never held an uncircumcised prick. It'd be easy to jack you off."

"You better not do much of that or you'll make me cum."

"I'll wait 'til later. I'm ready to sixty-nine. Do you want to be on top or bottom? Or would you rather lie side by side?"

"I want to be under you, so your cum will squirt directly into my mouth."

She straddled my face, put a hand around my balls and the base of my pecker, and licked the pre-cum from my pee-hole. "Yum, yum," she said.

"I'm glad you don't shave. I love to feel cunt hair on my lips."

She's an incredible cocksucker. She did things with her tongue and mouth that made me feel like she truly loved my prick. When my cum spurted into her mouth, her cum literally drenched my mouth. She turned, crawled up beside me and put her head on my shoulder. "Your cum's delicious," we both said at the same time. 

After we had rested a short while, I licked one of her big nipples. She held my head close as she offered me each breast to be licked and sucked. She noticed that I was getting hard, and promptly impaled herself on my hard-on. She bounced up and down a few times, and spilled warm cum over my prick and balls.

Almost before I knew what was happening, She sat astride my chest with my prick between her tits and my balls snuggled against her chest. "Fuck my tits, Bill," she urged as she squeezed her tits snugly around my prick. 

Her tongue licked the end of my cock. "Give me another taste of your delicious cum," she said as she opened her mouth. I watched in ecstasy as she swallowed three bursts of my cum. I'd fuck Marge's brains out, but Karen and I would continue to have oral sex and love tasting each other's cum for a long, long time.



Karen



We were sitting facing each other across her living room, the television was on but neither of us was paying attention to what was showing. There was a sexual tension in the air as Karen and I both knew that tonight it was finally going to happen. We had joked about this moment for over a year, but even when I reached her house I was sure she must have changed her mind.

She greeted me at the door wearing a white shirt and short mini skirt. The mini clung to her ass, revealing that she was either not wearing panties or they were the kind that didn’t leave a v.p.l. (visual panty line. My cock started to grow, anticipating some action. She didn’t immediately move to let me in so as I brushed pass her I felt her nipples brushing against my arm. She realized what had happened and with a light girlish giggle, shyly pulled back.

“Oh!” I said, “You are excited tonight, you think I’ll get lucky?”

“Sorry to disappoint you, but if that’s what you want you’d better leave.” She smiled while saying that, but it didn’t seem sincere.

“Where’s Chantelle?” I asked. “I thought you said she was spending the night with you.” 

Karen turned around and as she did so, with the light coming from the other side I looked through the short cotton skirt and saw the outline of her pussy. 

“When you said you were coming I sent her by her grandmother”

Hmm, I thought, things are definitely beginning to look up. By now my cock had really begun to come alive. I didn’t want her to see how aroused I was feeling as yet so I sat in a nearby chair. A few seconds later, she sat on the sofa opposite me.

I needed to know whether she would play ball this time or if she was in her usual teasing mood, because earlier today at work she had sent me an e-message saying she wanted to get fucked. I knew that she and her boyfriend had broken up recently but I knew that it was temporary and until Kevin and she were back together, if I was going to fuck her it would have to be now.

She put her feet up on the sofa and got comfortable, pretending to be looking at the television. “Mr. Roland,” very formal, “What are you doing at my house?”

“You invited me.”

“But this is not the first time that I invited you. You never came before this.”

I looked at her for a long time before replying, “I felt I needed to really come this time,” I said with a smirk. She got my meaning.

“Yeah, right!” laughing, “Don’t hold your breath, old man” she laughed.

“Come on Karen, we are both consenting adults. You know that I want you and I believe you want me too, even if only out of curiosity, so what’s the deal?”

She put her feet back on the floor and sat up. As she did so her skirt rode up her leg a few inches and caught my eye. Noticing, she quickly pulled the short skirt back down and giggled, “What were you looking at? What did you hope to see?”

I looked her fully in the eyes “Your Pussy.”

“And when you see it … what?”

I got up and crossed the floor to where she was sitting “I want to eat it”.

The best move was to be direct. If I don’t get on with it she will be playing games all night. She moved over to give me room to sit “Just like that? No preliminaries?”

I sat down, deliberately close to her and noticed she didn’t move. “No, there will be preliminaries…and they start right now”

I put my hand around her shoulder and she tried to pull away but she did not realize that I had anticipated this move and was ready. “Shhh” I said, “relax, I’m not going to bite you … well not to hurt you anyway.”

It was then I noticed her shoulders were trembling. “Are you cold?” I asked.

“Nnnno,” she stammered, “I just….”

She didn’t say any more and I noticed she wasn’t fighting me off either. I pulled her gently over without much resistance and she rested her head on my chest. “Mark…” she whispered. No more formality!

“Hmmmm?” I murmured. Meanwhile my hand was slowly caressing her left shoulder, coaxing her into a state of relaxation. It was working. I could feel her whole body, which at first was quite tense, slowly go limp as though she resigned herself to the inevitable. Inwardly I chuckled to myself.

This temptress, who for over a year had been the subject of my sexual desires, was now totally in my control. She was utterly helpless and at last I was about to do with her what I had only dreamed about before.

I felt her weight change and looked down to see her looking up at me with her lips slightly parted and her eyes were like a wounded animal begging to be put out of its misery. Her eyes were glistening and I knew then that she would do anything I wanted.

“Karennn” I whispered, “I want you now!” Her lips trembled a silent 

“Yesss”

“And you want me?” It wasn’t really a question. I wanted to take control the same way she had controlled me by dangling her sex at me for so long. 

“Let me hear you say it” I said.

I looked into her eyes and saw the conflict she was going through. She always boasted that no man could force her against her will. She wanted to keep it that way, yet her basic longings insisted that she obey this man who had taken control of her. She realized that she was no longer in control and while she wanted to fight it, yet her need was greater.

“I…I…” she paused. I traced my thumb up her shoulder slowly watching her tremble as I reached her left ear lobe. “Mark….” Again she paused. I drew her closer to me. This time there was a noticeable body spasm. “Say it.” I said, a little firmer.

“Mark,” she managed, “I w..wannt, yyoou!” Victory is mine! She has been conquered.

I looked down at the poor helpless woman in my arms and noticed there were tears in her eyes. She looked up at me and ever so slowly pushed herself off my chest.

For one very brief moment I noticed in her eyes the flash of a wild animal that I did not immediately recognize. Suddenly without warning she grabbed the back of my head and pulled my lips roughly onto hers. Her lips were already open and her tongue was snaking out, probing my open mouth, and seeking my own tongue. She was pushing, forcing me on to the sofa and now it was my turn to resist.

I managed to unclench our tongues and pulled away. “You’re scared of me now huh?” She asked, and lunged forward again.

“Oh no, honey child,” I replied, pushing her back into a sitting position “but I want to take it slow and easy”

“I don’t want easy” she countered, “I need you to fuck me hard” again she lunged but this time I was waiting. I grabbed her around her shoulders in both arms and pushed her on to her back on the sofa.

From the way she had said that “need” I knew she was hot and that I was in for a torrid night. For one brief moment I wondered whether I had bitten off more than I could chew but too late to reconsider.

She was now grabbing at my shirt, pulling and tearing. I grabbed her hands in mine, forcing her harder in to the chair. I got to my feet and held her down with one hand.

“Let’s talk,” I said

She was getting mad now, “I don’t want to fuckin’ talk!” she said in a hoarse whisper, “My pussy is on fire and I want you to fuck me”

I knew at this time it was pointless talking. She wanted – no, needed- fucking and there was no point in trying to engage in any kind of dialogue. 

I had come expecting to take her on a slow and leisurely path to ecstasy but clearly this was not what she wanted.

By now her skirt was all mangled and hitched up under her ass. Her pussy was exposed and for the first time I had a good look at her cunt. It was covered with a mat of very black curly hair. From where I could see the hair was thick from the perineum right up to the mons and it had obviously had some care. It was curly and just at the opening to the cavern of joy I noticed a glistening, silver slime among the nest of it. Her cunt lips were thick and strangely, reminded me of the mouth of a girl from the office. They were slightly parted and there was the slightest trace of pink beyond the entrance.

All this I noticed in the space of about two seconds and it occurred to me that I could not remember when last I had seen a pussy covered with so much black hair.

She reached for the front of my pants but as I pulled away she grabbed the front of the waist.

“Mark, you fuckin’ dog, I want your cock in me now!” it was almost a scream, a command really.

She started ripping off her shirt and her two beautiful mounds, with erect nipples sprung out.

“Boy, you want to fuck me?”

She was in a rage now and I was pulling the last piece of clothing off. 

My cock was standing fully erect, like a soldier at an Independence Day parade, its helmet glistening with the effluent of pre-cum. She reached out and grabbed it. I thought she was going to rip it off but as she pulled it to her she met it halfway and plunged it into her mouth.

An indescribable feeling of ecstasy washed over me as I felt the hot saliva from her mouth lather my pulsing shaft. The girl was a professional.

I know my cock would not be considered monster size, but neither is it a weenie. She took it all down her throat without complaint and began milking it with the muscles at the back of her throat. I was in Heaven.

All the while she was clawing at my body, raking her nails across my chest and thigh grinding her ass in time to the milking motion of her mouth on my cock. I reached out and cupped her breasts in my hands. She started screaming in a muffled voice, while keeping my dick in her mouth. Then I started playing with her nipples, rolling them between thumb and forefinger. 

She just went ballistic.

My dick fell from her mouth with a loud “plop” she grabbed me by the thelegs and sank her teeth in my right thigh, squirming in passion on the sofa. I knew she was having her first orgasm. A string of profanity came from her lips as she pulled away from me and plunged her fingers in her wet cunt. I couldn’t believe it. Could this be the same Karen who a few months ago wouldn’t even let me touch her? The same Karen who said she could live without sex?

I sat down next to her and pulled her hand away from her body. She did a flip onto her back and threw her legs around my neck. The strong smell of a fully aroused pussy wafted to my nostrils and my dick became unbelievably harder.

My head was in a scissors lock between her legs and I couldn’t escape. 

Not that I’d want to, mind you. I forced her body back to the sofa and forced my mouth on to her cunt. It was delicious. The sticky sweet nectar was all over her cunt. She was fucking my face all over and I was covered in her juices. I had to hold her down if we were going to really enjoy this.

Grabbing her by the hips I pulled the cunt from my face watching with amusement the glistening “lifeline” that kept my nose tied to her sweet pussy.

But she was not in a mood for playing around. She was like an uncontrollable animal, bucking wildly off the sofa and with each lurch her sweet wet pussy was slapping my face. I tried to regain control, but her pussy needed some urgent attention and as I buried my face again in her pussy I had to use all my weight to get her down and keep her down on the sofa.

Suddenly with a loud feral cry she threw her legs out and around my neck drawing me even deeper in her cunt. “AAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh My God! No! No! Noooooooooo!”

And I felt it. A flood of her juices gushed out of her honey sweet pussy bathing my face. I tried to keep lapping in time with the gushing juice but her wild thrashing was making it impossible.

She started to calm down but as my tongue again found its mark she began all over again.

“No, you sonofabitch! No…not agaaaaaiiiinn! Mark, you…are…so… 

fuck…kin … sweeeet! Oh God, not again! Aye! AYE! AYE! AYE! I want you to fuck me, Mark…FUCK…. MEEEEEE!”

And you know me - I am always ready to help a damsel in distress. And this damsel was in serious distress. But even if I wasn’t up to it, my good buddy DICK, who was ready to bust an artery, was more than up to the task.

She calmed sufficiently for coherent conversation, “Let’s go to the bed ‘cause I got this hard cock ready for that sweet pussy.” She smiled and reached out a hand. “Boy, you sure know how to eat pussy.” This was a compliment from an expert cock gobbler.

“Come and I will show you a fucking new experience!” She laughed and pulled herself off the sofa.

“Let me get some water first. You just sucked me dry.”



Karen



Karen and I had been chatting on the internet for months. We finally decided to meet. My house was too far away for her to drive to and she had family living at her place, so we agreed to meet at a hotel about a half hour from Karen's house. I booked the room and explained to check-in that my 'roommate' would most likely arrive before I would return from things I needed to tend to. I requested two keys; mine and another they should have ready for her. I went up to the room and called Karen from there. "Meet me in room 3387 in one hour. Pick up a key from the front desk and let yourself in." A quick note after I hung up and I was out the door.

Oddly enough, I knew Karen through my former employer. As a customer service rep, I spoke with her over the phone all the time. However, we never met. My boss met her though. He gave me the low down on this beautiful woman. She was a voluptuous girl, 15 years my senior with large, full breasts. After I left my then current job, she and I continued to keep in touch via email. There was a definite mutual interest that we both felt enough of, to explore in person. So we did.

Karen showed up on time. She turned the light and found a single file trail of rose pedals leading to the bed. On the bed, a pile of rose pedals; on top, in the middle, was a note, folded in half. Karen's name was on it. She picked it up and read it.

"Karen...

I had to take care of a few things. I'll be here shortly. Relax, make yourself comfortable, have a glass of wine.

Calvin"

Karen looked up and around the room and saw a chilling stand next to the table. Two bottles of wine were wedged in ice in the stand; two glasses sat on the table. I showed up ten minutes later.

I slid my credit card key in the door, waited for the green light, turned the door handle and slowly pushed the door open. I heard a muffled sound. Water. Behind a closed door. The shower was running. I closed the door and quietly walked in. Karen was in the bathroom. I walked over to the table and poured myself a glass of wine. Karen had already opened a bottle so I helped myself. I sipped as I undressed. Once naked, I refilled my glass and walked towards the bathroom. I eased the door open, stepped in and closed the door. I could hear the different sounds of the water in the shower as Karen moved around. I went to the foot of the tub and drew the shower curtain from the wall, towards the center of the rod. Karen was startled for a moment but relaxed once she realized what was going on.

"Wine...?" I asked. She smiled. I moved the glass towards her but when she reached, I pulled away and smirked.

"Tease." she said, as water ran over her lips. Her eyelids kept batting as water flowed over them, coming down from her head. Her hair was matted against her skin. My eyes fell from her head to her shoulders and kept falling as I soaked in the wonderful view of her nakedness. Each part of her body was like its own, separate, little waterfall as the clear fluid cascaded over her shape. The steam was like a mist, fogging and exciting my senses all at once.

When my eyes fell upon her pubic area, I noticed that she was completely shaven. No. Waxed. Wow; she really went all out for me. She looked at me looking at her, wonder in her eyes. Slowly, I stepped into the shower, behind her. The shower head was in front of her, above her head. Water streamed down like soft, hot pellets against her breasts. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead. If I was beginning to sweat then she was definitely hot. I put my right hand on her left shoulder and turned her around, facing me. I raised the glass, smiled and leaned down brushing my lips on her breast, right by her nipple. I poured some of the wine on her chest and let it run down her bosom, running off her nipple into my mouth. She flinched at first; the cold wine stung against her hot skin. Then she closed her eyes as a whispered moan escaped her lips.

The sound of the running water quickly muffled her moan. The constant splashing of the water on the tub floor was an erotic sort of soundtrack, playing in the background. I traced my index finger down Karen's breast, towards her nipple, then circling around it. I could almost see it throb. I licked the faint taste of wine from my fingertip. Karen watched, her mouth slightly open. I gently slid my finger past her lips, on top of her tongue. It was soft. Hot. Wet. Her lips closed around my digits and I felt a suction-like pressure. She closed her eyes as her cheeks dimpled; she slowly sucked my finger for a moment, then I pulled it away. Out of her mouth, my finger ran over her bottom lip, over her chin and down her neck. I made erratic lines on her chest as my finger continued its journey south. A teasing circle below her waist line and up back around her belly button made her stomach muscles lightly contract. Finally, I moved down lower. The smoothness of her mound was very inviting. I lingered further down until the tip of my finger was between her lips. Below her clit, I moved down until I felt her entrance. Then I moved back up. Slowly, I moved my finger up and down, introducing my skin to hers. Mingling with her wetness. Enjoying her warmth. Every few moments, Karen's body shuddered slightly; her eyes were closed, her mouth was open and her muscles were tense.

I stopped for a moment. Karen opened her eyes; the mix of question and disappointment on her face was cute. Once she realized that I was just trying to sit down in the tub, the expression on her face turned to curiosity. Once seated Indian-style, I put my hand on Karen's left leg and pulled it towards me. Her right foot sat in front of me, to my left. Her left foot was to the right of my right thigh. Karen's legs were open and her pussy was inches from my face. Her whole body was wet, but it was the soft fold of her lips that glistened. I ran my hand up her right thigh, embracing her smooth skin. I reached and ran my hands across her ass. It was soft; firm; smooth. My hand glided with the hot water over her cheeks and then between them. A very secret area; sensitive. I slipped my hand in deeper, moving it along her crease, my pinky finger brushing against her anus. Every inch, every curve of her ass was so smooth, so supple; even hairless. I brought my hand down further and forward, once again tracing her pussy lips. My hand turned as my middle finger traced her opening and moved. With my middle and index fingers, I spread her lips apart, exposing her clitoris. I cocked my head back and straightened my back, moving my mouth towards her sex. My finger made circles around her clit. Within seconds, she was swollen. Her heartbeat was now centered in her clit. So close to her, I blew on her clit. She jumped. That was my cue. I flicked my tongue over her clit. First just single, upward strokes. Deliberately slow. Then I quickened the pace. Karen began moaning. Soon I was rapidly lapping at her clit. My tongue flicked wildly, licking and probing her love button. I ran my finger into her sopping wet pussy. Her juices were beginning to run down her thighs.

I looked up at Karen; she was cradling her breasts. She caressed them upwards, stopping only to pull on her nipples. Her mouth was open, allowing her to "ooooh" every few moments. Droplets of water fell from her tits, onto my face. The sight of Karen playing with her tits while I sucked on her clit turned me on immensely. I slipped another finger inside her and began steadily working them in and out. I was now feverishly eating her pussy. I licked and lapped at her folds, drinking her wetness as it practically poured into my mouth. Karen's moans got louder, encouraging me to lick faster and suck harder. My fingers were deep inside her, massaging her g-spot. Karen started screaming. Loud.

"Oh! Oooooh.... my god! Oh, god, oh, god, oh god!"

She got louder and louder. I could tell she was nearing her climax.

"Oooooh! OoooaaaaAHHHH!"

She was cumming. Her sweet juices flooded my face, pouring down into my mouth.

"Ahhhhh...!"

My fingers rapidly palpatated on her g-spot as I licked and sucked her clit. She gushed into my waiting, open mouth. She continued screaming and eventually lowered her voice to a constant, low moan. Her eyes were shut tight. Her mouth was open; her body, tense. Karen's vocals drowned out the sound of the running water; it faded back into my ears. I was so into what I was doing, I almost forgot I was sitting in the shower. I reached between Karen's legs for the shower knob and turned the water off. I stood up and pushed the shower curtain back as I stepped out of the shower. I put my hand out and Karen put hers in it. Our grips tensed as she stepped out onto the towel on the floor. I took her other hand in mine and soaked in her naked beauty. She smiled. I pulled her closely and pressed my lips against hers. Our tongues danced and twisted as our hot, naked bodies rubbed together. Karen's aggressive tongue in my mouth and her hard, wet nipples brushing across my chest made all the blood in my body rush to my cock. In an instant I was rock hard. My rigid member poked Karen and her face came alive.

"Oooh", she said, with a sly grin on her face. She reached down and began stroking my hard on. Karen's hand on my throbbing dick lit a fire deep within my loins. I pushed Karen towards the sink with my body. Her ass bumped the edge and she instinctively sat up on the countertop, next to the sink. I put my hands on her knees and spread her legs. I grabbed the base of my cock and rubbed the swollen head up and down Karen's slippery wet pussy lips. I made sure to brush against her clit with each upstroke. I moved my cock head down to her entrance and pushed it in. I was hard, Karen was wet and it just felt so good. I thrust my dick all the way inside Karen. She took a deep breath as her eyes widened. I slowly withdrew my cock from Karen's depths and replaced it with my finger. Karen's eyes opened as she eyed me quizzically. I stared at her deeply as I reached for her breast. I fondled her firm tit and teased her nipple as I pushed her back towards the mirror.

I put my hands under Karen's knees and lifted her spread legs until her toes were pointing at opposite corners of the ceiling. I returned my finger to Karen's dripping sex. I leaned down and slipped my tongue into her folds, licking and lapping at her obvious excitement. Karen's moaning was just music to my ears and I lowered my tongue below her pussy. I probed the soft, sensitive skin between her two holes. Her juices were practically streaming down; though out of the shower, things were still very wet here. With my two thumbs, I parted Karen's cheeks. I flicked my tongue over Karen's rosebud and felt her flinch. Her body was tense again and a single moan escaped her lips. I dabbed at it once more, letting my tongue give a little more pressure this time. She jerked slightly. This time I stuck my tongue out as far as it would go. I pressed the pointy tip into Karen's crack, slowly and purposely licking up and over her asshole. Another moan jumped from deep within Karen's stomach, leaving her body in a shiver as it did. My tongue made circles around her rim. I moved it back and forth, up and down, side to side, licking every inch of Karen's tightest hole. I lapped at it, focusing all my attention on her anus.

Karen's body was writhing in pleasure. Her hips were slowly gyrating and she reached down to play with her clit while I fingered her tight pussy. I continued my oral assault on Karen's asshole. It was wet enough that I could slowly work my finger inside. The tip of my index finger pressed against the rim. I could feel her muscles clench. I continued licking as I slowly pushed my digit inside of her. I wiggled it back and forth. Soon, I was turning my finger clockwise and counter clockwise as I moved the tip in and out of her ass. I did this simultaneously as the middle finger from my other hand penetrated her other hole. I slowly worked my finger deeper and deeper into Karen's ass, still twisting it. Karen's finger was a blur now as she rapidly moved it back and forth, over her clit.

Karen's moans got louder and turned to screams again as she began cumming. I quickened my finger's pace, fucking her ass with speed. My other finger was now joined by a second as I plunged in and out of her contracting pussy. I lapped at her brown eye as best I could with my finger in the way, as Karen's cum came running down. Her screams echoed off the tiled bathroom walls. A string of "Oh my god"s followed, then her sceaming continued. She was having multiples. Now was not the time to stop. I pushed my two fingers deep into her soaking wet cunt, searching for her g-spot. When the tips of my two fingers found it, her screams got louder and more intense. Her chest rose and fell with each fast, heavy breath. I kept my other finger inside Karen's butt and wiggled it around. I moved my tongue from Karen's ass to her clit, nudging her hand out of the way. I sucked and licked her clit as her body convulsed. Her screams lowered to moans that were long and full of exhaustion. I slowly pulled my fingers from inside her body as I kissed my way up her stomach. Her head was leaning against the mirror. Her eyes were closed; her hair was wet and stringy. Her breasts were covered in beads of water; sweat, no doubt. They jiggled ever so slightly with each exhale. I licked the sweat from the underside of her breast, making a beeline for her nipple. I circled around it then took it in my mouth. Her eyes flipped open and she gasped, pushing her breast into my face.

Hmmm; I guess they're sensitive.

I helped Karen off the counter. Our lips met yet again as I snaked my hands all over her body. I led Karen out of the bathroom, towards the bed. When we arrived at the foot of the bed, I motioned for Karen for lay down. She had other ideas. She removed her hand from mine and pushed me down onto the bed. Rose petals jumped into the air as my body hit the bed spread. Karen coyly eyed my half limp cock, then smiled wryly as she looked me in the eye. She lay down next to me on the bed and fisted my shaft. She talked as she jerked me back to an erection...

"You know, that was really something in the bathroom..."

"I really enjoyed it," I said.

"So did I; I haven't cum that hard in a looong time. Expending that kind of energy really makes me thirsty."

...and with that, she buried her head in my crotch. She took half of my cock in her mouth as she jerked the other half. Her head bobbed up and down. Her mouth was hot and wet and most of all, tight. With each ascension of her head came a sucking noise. She jerked and sucked my dick like it was the only thing she wanted to do all night.

"Oh... god..." I muttered.

Karen played with my balls. She cupped them and rolled them around in her hand. She licked my shaft up and down, slicking it with her saliva. She took the head of my cock back in her mouth and sucked it while her tongue swirled around it. She licked back down my shaft to the base of my throbbing hard on and started tonguing my balls. She lapped at each one individually, then I watched in favorable surprise as they disappeared into her mouth. She lightly sucked them as they bounced around on her tongue. This went on for a few minutes. Karen never stopped jerking me off as she sucked my nuts. She moved her mouth back up my shaft and engulfed the swollen head of my manhood, moving her head down, once again. She put her thumb and index finger around my cock at the base and switched to a kneeling position; my cock never left her mouth. Now she was taking the full length of my dick deep into her mouth, sucking me for all we were both worth. Her head was bouncing up and down, tossing her hair back and forth. The site of Karen's ass in the air while her head vigorously worked in my lap pushed me over the edge.

"Oh shit...! Oh, god, oh shit, i'm gonna cum...!"

"Mmm, mm,"she muffled, attempting to say 'uh uh'. She took her thumb and pressed it into the skin beneath my balls, keeping me from ejaculation. She continued sucking my dick with the same fervor. While her thumb kept me from spewing my load, her fingers began playing with my balls. My eyes kept moving back from Karen't insatiable mouth to her luscious ass. Whenever her mouth rose to the top of my cock, I glanced past her chin, trying to get a glimpse of her jiggling tits. Karen's fervent blow job stopped when she grabbed my cock by the base and rubbed it all over her face. I'd seen this in porno movies but never understood the purpose. Until now. The look of pure lust in Karen's face as her hungry clutches gripped my throbbing cock, rubbing it all around her face, leaving streaks of a mixture of precum, was overwhelmingly arousing.

"Oh- omigod..."

Karen moved her thumb from below my balls and slipped a finger into my asshole.

"O-oh...!"

Kaen pushed her finger deeper into my ass. I was so turned on. She continued sucking hungrily as I quickly approached orgasm.

"Oh... Oh, god... i'm gonna cum... i'm gonna cum...!" I yelled.

"Mmmmm...!" Karen moaned with a mouth full of cock. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. Closer. Closer. Then it happened. I shot my first spurt of thick semen, deep into Karen's throat. She just encouraged more.

"Mmmmm...!!!"

Her finger moved faster in my ass, massaging my prostate. A second shot of cum burst into Karen's sucking mouth. She opened it.

"Oh god, yes, more!" she cried out and went back to sucking the life out of me. Some of my cum dribbled out of her mouth and down her chin. She seemed to enjoy my cum almost as much as I enjoyed filling her mouth with it. I felt another rush of cum rocket through my shaft, into Karen's mouth. She took my cock out of her mouth and cum flew through the air.

"Oh, yes, cum for me baby...!" She screamed. The more she wanted it, the more I gave. She stood up on her knees in between my legs, frantically rubbing her tits. She put two fingers in her mouth, coated them with my cum and brought them to her nipples. One at a time, she painted her nipples with my man whip.

"Oohhhhh..." she moaned. She brought her head back down into my lap and sucked the rest of my cum off my cock. Karen stood back up and spit my cum out onto her tits and rubbed it around. Then she lowered her body back onto mine, surrounding my dick with her tits. She pushed them together, engulfing my prick, then she jerked me off with her big, soft globes.

"Oh my god, that felt so good," I said, breathing a deep sigh of exhaustion. "I don't think I've ever cum that hard in my life, before."

"Mmmm," she cooed, "I really enjoyed it."

"Yeah, it certainly sounded like it. You were screaming like you had an orgasm."

"Almost."

"Seriously...?" At that, Karen spread her legs and reached between them with two fingers. She rubbed her pussy for a moment and brought her fingers up to my face. They were soaking wet. I was wide-eyed in disbelief.

"Well, almost doesn't count, now does it...?" I said as I grabbed her wrist. I pulled her hand towards my face and put my mouth over her two fingers, sucking her wetness from them. I laid flat on my back, eyes closed, enjoying her taste. I slowly pulled her fingers from my mouth and circled them around my lips. I opened my eyes and looked at Karen, her fingers still on my lips.

"Have a seat." Karen knew exactly what I wanted. She got up and turned her back towards me. She lifted one leg and put it on the other side of my body. I put my hands on her hips and pulled them towards my head. Now her pussy was directly above my face. I ran my hands up her succulent thighs to her ass cheeks. I kneaded and squeezed them, spreading them open. I brought my finger tip down her ass crack, stopping to tease her anus. I kept going until I reached her sopping pussy. She was very excited; very horny. I put my hands back up on her hips and pulled them down towards my face until her pussy was practically sitting on my mouth. I tongued her lips, up and down, spreading and tasting her juices. I pushed myself inside her, tasting her hidden depths. My tongue swirled and darted wildly within her honey pot.




Karen



"Ooohhhhhhh..." she moaned. Then she bent over, putting her head back in my lap. Moments later, my half limp cock was back in her mouth and twitching to a full erection. Karen sucked me good while I lapped at her cunt lips, tongue-fucking her and sucking on her swollen clit. Before I knew it, Karen's hips were moving to the rhythm of her own soon-coming orgasm. Having just blown a copious load of my own joy juice a few minutes ago, I still had some time. It wasn't long before Karen exploded in my mouth, her own, natural lubrication running down my cheeks and chin. Pulling her mouth off of my cock, she straightened her back, standing on her knees, still resting her sex on my face. The sweet, vocal mixture of moaning and screaming was music to my ears. But it didn't stop there.

"Aaaahhh... Oooooooohhhhhh, fuck me... Fuuuuck me..." Karen wasn't done yet. She lifted her twat from my face, got on all fours and crawled toward the foot of the bed. Bent over on her hands and knees, her back arched, Karen's ass was high in the air. Her ass crack was spread slightly; her pussy's wetness glistened. She turned her head, looking back at me.

"Fuck me... Fuck me now, deep and hard."

I sat up, got on my knees and positioned myself behind her. My hard on bobbed up and down, just inches from her ass. I picked up one of the rose pedals off the bed.

"You want me to fuck you...?"

"Yes... mmm... please..."

I caressed her pussy with the rose pedal, moving it up and down her lips.

"Does your pussy need to be filled...? Deep...? Hard...?"

"Mmmhmmm..."

I softly blew on Karen's ass. Then I took the rose pedal and lightly ran it up her crack.

"How bad do you need it...?"

"Oooh, I need it really bad," Karen said; "please fuck me now..."

I poked my swollen dick head past Karen's pussy lips. She tensed up, embracing my penetration, but I didn't move any further. Karen pushed back onto my cock, but I pulled away.

"Give it to me... please."

I pushed the tip of my dick back against her pussy and ran it up and down her opening, finally slipping it in. I was teasing her, but I was also teasing myself, too. I couldn't take much more. I slid my hard cock all the way inside her. She was so tight. So wet, so warm, I could've stayed in there forever. I built up a rhythm, pushing and pulling myself in and out of her. She pushed her body back against mine, complimenting my rhythm with her own. We immediately fell into sync. Karen's pussy muscles contracted around my cock; every time she did that, she brought me closer and closer to orgasm.

My hands left her hips and reached under her for her tits. They were soft and supple, bouncing around every time I thrust into her. I fondled them; admired their firmness. I played with her nipples, lightly pulling on and pinching them. Soft moans escaped her lips in between the louder moans. Just listening to her made my dick throb. I moved one hand away from her tits, down her soft stomach and over her mound. My middle finger found her clit. I rubbed it in circles and then back and forth. That was pretty much all it took. Something in Karen clicked. Her moans got louder, sometimes turning to screams. It so fucking hot to hear her wail like that. I was about ready to blow, too.

"Oh...! i'm gonna cum...!" She screamed.

"Me too...!" I said.

"Oh, god...! Cum inside me...! Shoot it deep inside my cunt...!" With that, she started cumming and those demanding words sent me over the edge. Karen's pussy squeezed wildly around my cock as she came. Her contractions milked me and my balls tensed up as jets of my hot semen squirted deep inside her. Her pussy was so tight, I couldn't stop cumming. My jism started to drip out of Karen's pussy. She was still cumming, too. I pulled my cock out of her, bent down and began felching my cum out of her pussy. I slid two fingers inside of her as my tongue probed along with them. I found her g-spot and frantically rubbed it, bringing her to a multi-orgasm as I continued to suck my cum out of her pussy. When her orgasms finally ceased, Karen turned around and kissed me, swirling my cum around in our mouths.

Karen and I fucked and sucked each other all night until we fell asleep in a heap on the bed. I made sure to put every inch of her body in my mouth at some point during the course of our fuckfest. We were both thoroughly worked over. The next morning, Karen and I left together, but not without making reservations for a room, for the following weekend.