17 comments/ 13092 views/ 2 favorites Karen By: ejls As Karen merged into the highway traffic, she put the car on cruise and threw the Unplugged/Clapton Chronicles into the CD player. Traffic on the road was very light, just perfect for getting her head together. Thinking back over the past year, she couldn't believe all that had happened. Karen had married her high school sweetheart thirty-four years ago. Health issues left her husband with erectile dysfunction that medication was not able to help. They had not had sex for about ten years, and now at the age of fifty-four, they were living in the same house as friends - at best. Although Karen thought that her own sensuality was long gone, lately she was feeling restless. To be blunt, she was feeling very horny. So much so, that she starting exploring the internet, looking for an outlet for these pent up emotions. It was there that she found a site that not only fulfilled her love of reading, but introduced her to the genre of erotic literature. She didn't care what anyone thought; these were very talented people, writing about some things she had never even imagined. Her family would be shocked if they knew that the good girl, the responsible one, the one everyone turned to for advice, was now reading porn. After a couple of months of reading, she found the author's list and if she found a story she liked, she could read more submissions by the same person. Karen ventured a little deeper into the site, registering as a member. She checked out the different forums, opening herself up a world she never knew existed. There were actual people out there, playing games, commenting on current events, displaying their creativity through images, and yes, posting ads on a personals page. At first, Karen just simply read the goings on, becoming familiar with some of the higher profile players. It was fun. It was interesting, and absolutely nothing she had experienced before. It wasn't until a member posed a question she felt strongly about, that Karen finally posted a reply. "If you knew you would never be caught, would you cheat?" Frustrated with her life for the last few years, Karen sat at her keyboard and began to type. "If I knew I would never be caught, and could have just one night of passionate sex, then yes, I would". Who would have thought that voicing her opinion would have brought forth such reactions? She never thought anyone would comment about what she had written, let alone send her messages to her site mailbox. Most of the messages she simply deleted, but there was one, just one that caught her eye. It was obviously from a man; she clicked on his name to read his profile. "InsaneCoffee" was his name, late 40's, from New England; interested in boating, fishing, hiking, reading, and fun. I.C. had said, "One should never judge another, and if I knew I would never get caught, I would cheat, too. Would like to talk to you sometime, if you want". Karen smiled. Thank god, he wasn't another 20 year old boy, telling her what she needed. This guy was at least older, and definitely intelligent. A couple days later, another private message popped up, again from I.C. "I saw you checked me out. I hope you liked what you saw." Blushing from her toes to her nose, Karen couldn't believe what she read. How did he know? Gathering her courage, she put her fingers on the keyboard and began to type. "Dear InsaneCoffee, Yes, I did check you out. It was so pleasant to read intelligent comments from someone who is obviously also a sensitive person. I hope you don't mind. Signed, KAM." Taking a moment to read what she had written over and over again, Karen finally pushed the submit button. The next evening as Karen logged in to the site, a pm notification popped up. "Dear KAM, I don't mind you checking me out at all. And I must say I like what I saw too. Do you ever chat on yahoo? Hoping to hear from you, IC". That's all it took. Within days, InsaneCoffee (Matt) and Karen were chatting, about everything. Their jobs, the towns they lived in, their love of boating, walking, music, books. It was as if they had been friends for years. Karen was an open book; confiding her frustration about her marriage. Matt, told her about his wife of 3 years, and the troubles they were having. They even exchanged pictures. It was all so nice, so innocent. He was the breath of fresh air that she needed in her life. No pressures, no innuendos, simply friendship. This went on for a couple of months before losing touch with each other during the holidays. Around mid-February, Matt finally contacted Karen. "Hello friend," he wrote. "How are you? I've missed you. What's going on?" she asked. "Things have gone from bad to worse, during the holidays. The wife wants a divorce." he replied. Karen felt so bad for him. "OMG, are you okay? I know it's stupid to ask, but is there anything I can do? Damn, I wish I were there just to give you a hug." "Actually," Matt wrote "I'm fine. Probably better than I have been for a year. But if you want to take a ride and bring me a hug, I would love it. LOL. You know, just talking with you makes me feel so much better." And so it started once more. The chatting, the commiserating, the laughing, and yes, the flirting. The more they chatted, the more Karen realized just how much she looked forward to their nightly visits. One night Matt said, "Karen, maybe I'm way off base, but I would really like to meet you. I think that you and I would get along just fine. You have needs and so do I." Oh god, thought Karen. Slowly she typed, "Matt, it goes without saying that I am attracted to you. Probably more than I have any right to be. But you don't understand." He replied, "What's to understand? You're not happy. You've told me that. You've been in a marriage that is a simply a friendship. You have no real relationship with him. When is it time for you to think about you?" "Matt, do you understand that I don't know if I can be with anyone? I have only been with one man. We were each other's first and never became creative lovers", she thought for a moment. "After 10 years of not even kissing a man, I'm not sure that I am a woman, let alone know anything about what a man wants and needs." Karen's eyes welled with tears as she pushed send. Immediately Matt responded. "What? Are you nuts? Trust me Karen, you are all woman. You are soft and gentle, and a very sensuous person. And as far as pleasing a man, don't you think you should expect to be pleased first?" It was with that statement that Karen realized that this was exactly what she wanted. She liked Matt, trusted him, and wanted him more than she thought was possible. The more fears she presented to him, the more he shot them down. "Look, I know you're nervous, but I promise you, we will not do anything more than you are ready for. If it takes all day, all night, all weekend for you to even get up the nerve to kiss me, I am fine with that. If this is just two friends meeting to enjoy each other's company, then it will be a great weekend. All I know is that I really want to spend time with my friend, a woman who just by asking me how my day was makes me feel more of a man then I have in a long time." With that, the planning began. They would each drive 3 hours to meet in a neutral setting. They agreed to stay in the same hotel, but in separate rooms. Getting away from her husband was not hard. It's not like he had any real interest in her life. She simply told him the girls at work were going away on a girl's weekend. Karen did leave her information with a very close friend, for safety's sake. She prepared by buying new lingerie, the type that she thought a man would appreciate. Although not young, Karen did her best to stay in shape. The nice thing was that she was not expecting George Clooney and he was not expecting Angelina Jolie. Good thing; neither of those people was going to show up. Before she knew it, Karen was turning her car into the parking lot of the Holiday Inn. She pulled up in front so that she could check in and be directed to her room. As she approached the registration desk, Karen couldn't help but notice the tall, dark haired man at the counter. She stepped into a shadowed corner to watch. As she stood quietly off to the side, Karen heard him say, "A friend of mine will be checking in also. Is there any way you could arrange for our rooms to be near each other?" She knew instantly that it was Matt. "Matt?" she asked as she stepped closer. When he turned around, Karen was greeted by the most amazing laughing, blue eyes and dimples to die for. "You made it" was all he said. His hands reached out to take hers. He leaned forward and kissed her cheek, then stepped back and looked at her, smiling the sight before him. Standing 5'5" tall, short blond hair and a warm smile, this was the woman that had captured his attention. The two apparently didn't realize how long they stood looking at each other until the desk clerk cleared his throat and asked if they could finish registering. As they left to park their cars and find their rooms, Matt said, "Let's go out and get some coffee. I want to spend the afternoon talking to you." Karen smiled, knowing full well he was doing his best to put her at ease. "Give me 20 minutes, and I'll come over to your room." They spent the afternoon at a nearby coffee shop. It was so comfortable. They talked, laughed, teased, and listened to what the other was saying. Matt noticed it was after five o'clock, and suggested they go back and freshen up for dinner. "I did a little research and found a really great seafood place just down the road," he said. As they walked back to the hotel, he reached for Karen's hand. She curled her fingers around his, as they walked in silence. Their rooms were next to each other; Matt waited for Karen to open her door and then placed his hand under her chin. With her green eyes looking into his blue ones, he leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips. "Thank you for a wonderful afternoon, and our first date. I'll see you a little later." He kissed her once more, this time lingering, but still only touching her under her chin. He pulled away and Karen went into her room and closed the door. Feeling better than she had in years, she ran across the room and jumped on the bed. She was smiling, laughing, blushing, and so looking forward to that night. When Matt arrived at Karen's room, he smiled appreciatively at the woman who stood before him. She knew that his favorite picture of her was the one in a red top. She chose to wear it tonight, just for him. Matt knew what was under that red top. Karen had once confided that she bought a sexy, red bra that no one would ever see. Matt knew that tonight he would see it; he would see all of her. Karen smiled when she saw the look in Matt's eyes. Although she had been nervous, that look immediately calmed her. To Karen, dinner was a blur. She didn't remember eating or drinking anything. All she could do was look into Matt's eyes, and think about the night ahead of them. The hotel was a short distance from the restaurant, and they together in the brisk evening air. As they entered the hotel and headed toward the elevator, Matt whispered, "You know, we could go and have a drink. We don't have to go up yet." Karen entered the elevator and held her hand out to Matt. "No. We do have to go up now." As the doors closed, Karen moved into Matt's arms. His lips covered hers and her body melted against his. At that moment, no one else mattered. A kiss that started out soft and gentle was growing more heated as the bell sounded; they had arrived at their floor. Reluctantly separating, the couple walked silently down the hall to their rooms. Matt looked at Karen with a questioning look in his eyes. She turned to unlock her door and then looking over her shoulder asked, "Are you coming in?" Matt followed her in, not wanting touch her for fear of frightening her. Karen set her purse down on a small table, and proceeded to light some candles she had placed around her room. Matt knew how much she liked candles, he had also brought some, had they have ended up in his room. Karen turned to Matt, her eyes shining, smiling her beautiful smile. He stepped towards her cupping her face in his hands and kissing her deeply. Her arms made their way around his waist as she drew him close. Her mouth opened slightly as she moaned and Matt took full advantage by pushing his tongue in to meet hers. Karen's hands worked their way up Matt's back, and his dropped down to reach behind her; the soon-to-be lovers stood locked in the most perfect kiss. As if he needed to come up for air, Matt broke the kiss and buried his head in Karen's neck. He whispered, "This is exactly the way I dreamed it, Karen. If this goes no farther, I will leave a happy man." Karen turned her head into his neck, kissing her way up to his ear, to gently nibble on his lobe. "If you don't mind, I'd like to freshen up a bit. Why don't you take off your jacket and relax. I'll be right back." She pulled away and walked towards the bathroom, kicking her shoes into the corner. She turned and smiled once more and said, "Get as comfortable as you like", before walking into the bathroom. Karen knew she wanted to this to be perfect. She stripped off her skirt and top, leaving her in her red bra and matching panties. She grabbed her black silk robe. "Damn", she thought "Not all the walking or exercising in the world would ever turn the clock back on this fifty-four year old body." She applied some more lotion to her legs and a sprayed a little more perfume. Turning out the light, she went to meet Matt. She entered to find him in her bed, blankets to his waist. He gasped in wonder as she walked towards him, her robe open to reveal her bra and panties. He watched closely as she walked around to sit on the bed next to him. He sat up straighter and slipped the robe from her shoulders to reveal her magnificent breasts; still encased in a bra cut so low they almost spilled out at him. He leaned forward and tenderly kissed the top of her cleavage - and kept kissing her slowly up her throat to her lips. He pulled her close, kissing her with a passion he had not known in a long time. As he kissed her, Karen gently placed her hand on the blankets over Matt's lap. She felt him grow and stiffen underneath her touch. He a radiated heat she could feel through the coverings. Breaking their kiss, Karen stood and dropped her robe. She bent low, tempting him with her quivering breasts, as she slid the blankets down. Matt's cock stood proudly, eagerly greeting her. Karen opened his legs and knelt between them. Matt lay back on the pillows as she bent toward him, looking in his eyes and smiling as she approached his cock to taste him for the first time. His eyes half closed, he watched her as she slowly began to lick his swollen shaft up and down. Covering him with her wet tongue, she traced every vein and crease of his manhood. She continued to tease all around the head of his cock with her busy tongue, for long moments before she took him into her mouth. Matt groaned with pleasure, to feel her warm, wet mouth on him. Karen bobbed her head up and down a few times before pausing to lick him again. Base to tip, and back again, and then down to his balls, she continued. She licked his taut balls and then gently took them into her mouth, swirling them around and around, rolling them and gently sucking them. As she let them slip from her mouth, she blew on them with her hot breath, then licked her way back up his shaft and took the bare, sensitive head of his cock into her mouth -- and then deep into her throat. Karen sucked like a child nursing from its mother's breast, working her tongue on him, sucking eagerly. Her hand went to Matt's balls to fondle them while her mouth paid homage to his cock. Up and down, faster and harder, she sucked insistently, while gently squeezing his balls. She felt his body tense before his balls drew up tight, and knew he was close. She showed him no mercy; she looked in his eyes and quietly hummed, knowing exactly what that would do to him. She smiled around his shaft as he groaned and shivered at the sensation. The vibrations sent him over the edge. Matt's balls tightened even more, and he grasped the blankets in his fists. His cock jerked as he released his hot seed down her throat. Karen savored the slick, salty spurts, reveling in the intimate feel of her lover orgasming in her mouth; she swallowed every drop, all the while looking at him -- and he stared back at her through slitted eyes as he watched her eat his cum. As he finished, she made sure she had cleaned him thoroughly, gently licking and kissing away the stray drops with her warm tongue. As she came up on her hands and knees, Matt pulled her up to him, kissing her and tasting himself on her soft, moist lips. Never had a woman watched him, watching her as she made love to his cock. He rolled Karen on to her back, looking in her eyes. "Never. Never doubt for one minute that you can't please a man." Karen rose to kiss his lips, proceeding to kiss along his jaw line, making her way down his throat. "No", he said. Matt pulled back and looked deeply into Karen's eyes. "Stop. Just lay back. It's my turn." Matt leaned in once more and kissed Karen, long and deeply, pushing his tongue into her mouth. Tasting himself refueled his desire for her. Breaking away from her soft, sweet mouth, he began to cover her face with light, tender kisses. Her eyes, her cheeks, her nose and chin - Matt began his sensuous journey downward. He felt her pulse on his lips as he slid down her throat. Karen moaned, feeling an electric current course through her body as he and began to caress her side. He stroked her neck, along her rounded shoulder and down her arm. Karen raised her arm over her head. Matt lightly moved his fingers to its soft underside, as his lips traveled to her armpit. Goosebumps rose on Karen's skin, and her breathing quickened. Matt kissed and licked her in a spot never touched by a man. From her arm, Matt trailed kisses along her collarbone, across her chest. He felt her large breasts rise and he met them with his lips. He reached underneath her to unclasp her bra - then sat up, gazing into her eyes. He lowered her straps one at a time, and pulled her bra away. Her heavy, soft, white breasts fell slightly under their own weight. Karen's large, pink aureoles and eraser-sized nipples hardened as he took in their splendor. His left hand moved up her ribs to gently cup her right breast. He lowered his warm mouth to the sensitive underside and began kissing and nibbling. Karen's back arched and she lifted her breasts higher towards him. Her hand went to the back of his head, running through his hair. Matt continued licking all around her areola, flicking her hard nipple with his tongue. Karen gasped as his mouth covered her nipple and he began to nurse. Kneading her flesh and sucking her breast, he heard her exhale, "Oh god..." Slowly, he made his way to the other side, to cherish her other breast, not letting go of the first. Whether she knew it or not, Karen opened her legs and began moving her hips rhythmically. Matt inhaled her scent as it wafted up to him. As much as he was enjoying his ministrations, he knew he was far from his goal. Kissing the underside of her breast again, he began to move his lips down her ribs, to her rounded belly. Her red lace panties rested below her hips, leaving her navel exposed. He pushed his tongue into it, as he moved over her body. Matt sat up, his hands on either side of her waist. Karen raised her hips as he slid the panties down her legs. He eased them off, bringing them to his nose, inhaling her womanly scent. Tossing them aside, he looked at a real woman's body. Voluptuous curves in all the right places - and her most intimate valley, bare and soft as a baby's bottom. Karen He spread her legs and massaged her thighs. "Matt?" she asked in a whispered voice. "Shhhhh", he replied. He crawled up once more to kiss her lips and said, "Just relax babe." He kissed her lower and lower moving straight down her body, his hands grasping each breast as the passed by them. Lower and lower he slid, below her navel to just above her mound. Spreading her legs further, he nestled between them. He kissed her inner thighs, first one and then the other. All the way up her hip, then down the other side. Karen's head rolled from side to side as her breath caught in her throat. Leaving her legs, Matt covered her mound with kisses. Karen opened her legs even more as he kissed up and down her soft lips -- and then began licking them. "Ohhhhhh" he heard Karen cry. He licked up and down, each time slipping his tongue in just a little bit more. He put his hands on each side and gently opened her. Her sweet opening was pink and glistening with moisture. He moved to lick all around, carefully avoiding her clit and quivering hole. She tasted sweet, and smelled faintly of flowers and woman-sex. Matt pushed his tongue into her center, her warm, wet hole, as her hips moved beneath him. Her breath caught in her throat. "God, it's been so long. "She thought as waves of pleasure started to build. "Relax," she told herself, as she began to lose herself in the passionate moment. Feeling her body lose its tension, Matt moved his tongue up to Karen's clit. He ran his tongue over her hard bump and then flicked it. Her reaction was immediate; she tensed again and cried out his name. "Oh Matt...Oh..." she moaned. Not having been with a man for so long, Karen was shocked by the intensity of this feeling, as though she were losing complete control of her body. Matt had never been with a woman who had cum so quickly. Karen grasped the bed covers and her hips rose high. It was frightening, the way her body spasmed... He quickly buried his tongue in her hole, tasting the nectar that spewed forth. The sweet, sweet juice of the gods ran down into his mouth, and he drank from her. Her body slowed and began to relax. Matt raised his head to watch her, as he planted more kisses on her mound. "God. Oh god Matt. That was incredible." Karen said as she raised her head. "Thank you." Matt looked at her face; suddenly there was softness to her look. She had the appearance of a much younger woman. "Lay back down, sweetie" he said. "I haven't finished." Trusting him, she lay back and closed her eyes. Matt kissed and licked her soft mound, avoiding her sensitive clit for the moment. He ran his tongue to the crease where mound met leg, and down to her lower slit. He pushed his tongue in, searching for her honey once more. Probing with his tongue, he cleaned her gently. As she relaxed more, he ran his tongue gently up to her clit, startling her for just a moment. He performed soft circular motions with his tongue as her hips started moving again. He brought his finger up and slipped it inside her, just as he grabbed her clit in his lips and began to suck. Fucking her slowly with his finger, sucking her clit, he worked harder as Karen once again began to moan. Matt was intent on bringing her to the edge once more - but not letting her slip over. She slid closer and closer, her excitement was evident. Hips moving faster, her hands pulling his hair, Karen began moaning his name once more, "Yes, Matt. Oh god yes, Matt." As she tried to pull his face into her deeper, Matt suddenly pulled away. Karen's eyes shot open and she looked lost and confused. Matt rose up on his knees, his hands on her hips and he pulled her towards him. His hard cock was dripping as he lined up with her hot, wet hole. Karen reached down to guide him in with her hand. Very slowly, inch by inch, Matt eased his cock into her. Her pussy seemed to grab at him as he moved. Karen lay back and watched his length disappear into her body. She was aware of fullness, and a heat that she had not known in years. Suddenly, she realized he had stopped moving. She looked to discover that he had fully entered her. Waiting, making sure she was not in any discomfort; Matt looked at her and smiled. Karen wrapped her legs around his waist, as he bent forward to kiss her. Their tongues met and danced, as he lowered himself onto her. That movement brought him into her a little deeper. Together, the two lovers started to move. Karen lifted her hips to meet Matt's thrusts; they started slowly, gently, taking their time. As Matt rose onto his elbows, Karen kissed his throat, making her way down to his nipples. Taking one into her mouth, Matt growled and suddenly thrust a little harder. Karen met him thrust for thrust and soon the couple was lost in a frenzy. Harder, faster, they seemed to need to push each other to the limit. Karen's second orgasm hit hard and as her fingers gripped Matt's back, her legs seemed to hold him in a vice. Matt pushed into her harder and deeper. He felt her pussy muscles contract; she was milking his cock, squeezing it, gripping and releasing him... It continued until he shot his load. Karen felt Matt's body tense and jerk. She was suddenly filled with indescribable warmth, as his seed shot forth inside her. The lover's pounding movements continued, slowing until they stopped, exhausted. Matt collapsed on top of her, panting. Karen lay whimpering in his arms. He raised his head to kiss her soft lips. They each moaned as they kissed, clinging to each other. Gradually, Matt's cock slipped from Karen. "Oh." She whispered, sounding disappointed. Matt moved to her side, pulling her into his arms as he did. Karen listened to the rhythm of Matt's heart pounding in his chest. He stroked her back up and down as they lay cuddled in silence. As if their thoughts were one, they looked into each other's eyes, and their lips met once more. In that one moment, they each knew their lives had changed forever. They slept peacefully in each other's arms. Karen Karen looked across the table, into the dark pools of Andrew's eyes. His lips curved in an easy smile, almost as though he had read her thoughts in her expression and he reached across the table, taking her hands in his. The merest touch of his fingers reminded her of other occasions; the thrill of remembered passions made her heart flutter within her chest. The subdued lighting in the restaurant made the material of his suit seem like a night sky and, for a moment, Karen imagined him clothed in the velvet blackness outside. Andrew leaned forward, his fingers still touching Karen's, and allowed his gaze to linger on the contours of her body. The high-necked silk cheongsam skimmed her body like a second skin, accentuating her small, taut breasts and bottom. She wore her hair in a long braid, reaching down her spine like a glossy black snake. They both drained their tea cups and Andrew stood, moving smoothly around to ease Karen's chair back and help her to her feet. Even though neither of them had drunk anything stronger than tea, Karen felt suddenly giddy and tightened her grip on Andrew's supporting arm. Andrew gently but firmly steered Karen through the restaurant towards the door to the lifts that would take them up to the suite he had already booked on the top floor of the hotel. As the doors slid closed, Karen leaned against Andrew, resting her head on his shoulder, then turning and gently brushing her lips against the angle of his jaw. Andrew turned and kissed her mouth, his tongue gently opening her lips and slipping inside to explore the moist cavity. Karen closed her eyes, the lashes veiling the sudden flare of lust that burned deep within them. Andrew was slipping out of the lift car, even before the doors had fully opened, and was leading Karen along the deserted corridor to the corner suite before they had chance to whisper shut. The click of the lock was loud in the deserted hallway and Karen had random thought, wondering how soundproof the hotel walls were; somehow, she knew, they would be testing that quality very shortly. The door closed behind Andrew with a solid click of the lock and he was immediately leading her down the short hallway to the bedroom. Karen paused in the doorway; stretched across the bed was a rubber sheet, rather like those that had been used in hospitals. She turned towards Andrew, her eyebrows raised in a wordless question. the only response she received was an enigmatic smile. Karen stood, waiting, as Andrew's fingers unfastened cheongsam, peeling the heavy silk from her body. Underneath she wore only stockings and a suspender belt, her smooth pussy and pert breasts uncovered; all night she had anticipated his reaction to finding her almost naked beneath her rather formal choice of dress. The silk of the cheongsam had been heavy enough to disguise the protrusion of her erect nipples, although the friction against her excited flesh had been almost unbearable. Andrew pulled her close to murmur softly into her ear, "Well you are feeling slutty tonight, aren't you?" Karen didn't answer him, knowing that he would discover her wetness as soon as he slipped a finger inside her pussy. She watched him slowly remove his suit jacket, then his shirt and necktie, revealing his broad chest with the mat of coarse hair. His hands unfastened the buckle of his belt and then opened his fly, exposing the tented silk of his briefs, the head of his cock pressing against the material. In a moment Andrew was naked, his erect cock jutting towards Karen; she almost reached for him but then stopped, waiting for him to take the lead. His hands were firm on her body as he took her, almost roughly, and spun her to face the bed. Karen winced as he grabbed the end of her plait, pulling on it to draw her closer to him; she felt the hardness of his cock pressing against her bottom as he pressed between her shoulder blades, forcing her to bend over at the waist and present her bottom to his angrily erect cock.. Karen placed her hands on the bed, bracing herself, and thrusting her taut arse towards Andrew; his hands grasped her buttocks and his fingertips spread her cheeks to expose the dark, puckered, opening of her anus. Karen felt the pressure of his fingertips against her flesh and moaned softly as he pressed the fingers of one hand on either side of the opening and used the other hand to guide the head of his cock along her pussy. Karen felt the caress of Andrew's cock along the pouting lips of her pussy and mewed softly in pleasure, arching her back and offering her pussy to his probing cock. Andrew grasped the base of his cock and pressed the bulbous head against her anus; before she could voice any protest he rammed the length of his cock into her, forcing his cock to the hilt inside her arse. Karen stiffened and a moan of pain and pleasure, mingled together, slipped out of her mouth. Andrew drew back his cock, stretching the pucker of her anus again; his second thrust was almost as painful as the first penetration and she cried out as she felt him filling her, his cock almost tearing the delicate tissues around her entrance with each thrust. Karen felt the rubber, slick beneath her hands, as Andrew rammed his cock into her arse, his heavy scrotum slapping against her buttocks and thighs as he plunged into her. She could feel the familiar ache in her pussy and clit; it was as though some dark corner of her psyche needed her to be humiliated and feel the burning pain of violation for her to reach the intensity of release that she craved. Andrew withdrew the length of his cock from Karen's arse and turned her onto her back, pushing her legs up, until she was bent almost double, her weight on her shoulders and her arse upwards. She felt the pressure of hi fingertips as he spread her buttocks wider to expose her anus. She already felt tender and a little sore from his earlier penetrations but she felt her belly contract and her pussy throb eagerly as she realised that, in this position, he could plunge his cock even deeper into her rectum. With a grunt, Andrew drove the length of his cock into Karen's anus, hard enough to bruise the tender opening; Karen sobbed in a commingling of pain and pleasure as she looked up at Andrew bearing down on her, the girth of his cock stretching her painfully. Every thrust sent ripples through her body and she could see his swollen cock, just visible as he drew back to plunge deep into her again. Andrew enjoyed the expression of pain and lust that distorted Karen's features and the sight of her breasts, swollen with excitement; it was almost possible for him to see the pounding throb of blood in her nipples, as he plunged inside her. Andrew drew a shuddering breath and his cock swelled, stiffened and then jerked; his hot, slimy, semen jetting into her bowels. Karen whimpered as she felt the hot splashes inside her; every spurt brought the same delirious mixture of pain and pleasure. She felt him filling her arse to overflowing, the semen oozing between her buttocks and onto her back and belly; Andrew's balls gradually emptied and his cock began to soften, even though he was still in her, being caressed by the grip of her arse on his cock. Karen thought he was going to ease up and slide his cock out of her anus; she could feel the burn of friction as he moved inside her. Instead Andrew tightened his grip and, with a grunt of satisfaction tightened his bladder, sending a jet of fresh piss into the depths of her rectum. Karen's eyes widened as she felt the hot liquid gushing inside her and spilling out to run down he back and belly and pool beneath her on the rubber sheet. Slowly, Andrew eased his softening, still gushing, cock out of Karen's arse and squirted the last drops onto her glistening sweaty body, before easing himself onto the bed next to her. Karen collapsed, sore and exhausted into the puddle of urine and semen, mixed with their sweat "Thank you," she murmured, her surrender mute evidence of just how slutty she had been feeling Karen During my senior year of High School, I'd taken a job as a busboy at a restaurant that was just down the street from my house. Football season had ended, I'd turned 18, and since I didn't play basketball or any spring sports, I decided a job would be a great way to earn some money and keep me occupied until I went off to college. And, yes, being a busboy making just-a-little-better-than minimum wage sucked. But, it kept me busy and out of trouble. It was a busy Friday night dinner rush and I'd come out to the dining area from the dishwasher room and set to work cleaning up a table. I looked around and my brother's ex-girlfriend, Karen, was there eating with, I assumed, her mom. She looked up at me, smiled, and waved. I smiled and waved back and got back to work. After a while, I took a turn through the dining area to see if anything needed picked up when Karen walked up to me. "Hi, Mike!" she said. "I didn't know you worked here. How've you been?" "Ok," I told her. "I've been working here since football ended. It's ok. Close to home. How have you been?" We made small talk for a few minutes when she said "Hey, I need a big favor. I need to move some stuff from my Mom's house to my apartment tomorrow. My brother said he'd help me move the stuff into the truck, but not up to my apartment. Do you think you could help me move tomorrow?" Then she smiled and said "I'll get you high afterwards!" Karen was about 24 or 25 years old. I always thought she was very pretty, but not gorgeous. She was about 5-4 or so, maybe 110 pounds at the most, and kept in excellent shape. She had long black hair and pale blue eyes, but her best feature was her tits. She had very large breasts and loved nothing more than to wear low cut tops that really made her cleavage stand out. Today was no exception. It took all of my concentration to not stare at her chest while I talked to her, but since I'm a sucker, I said "Sure, I'd be glad to. What time should I be there?" She gave me her address and told me to come over about 11am or so. Then she smiled and walked away. As I pulled up in front of her apartment building, she was standing there by a large pick-up. I walked up to her and said hello. She turned and I could tell that she must have had one hell of a night last night. She looked completely hungover. "Oh, thank God you're here." She said. "I didn't want to have to unload this all by myself!" With that, she turned and picked up a box. "Grab one and follow me." I picked up a box and followed her, keeping a good eye on her ass as she walked toward the door. She looked over her shoulder and said to me "I've got good news and bad news. The good news is that I scored some really good shit. You're going to love it." "And the bad?" I said. "The elevator's out and I live on the third floor," she said. "Wonderful. Is that why your brother wouldn't help?" I asked. "Yep. He's an asshole for sure." We made our way up the stairs to her apartment. She told me where she wanted the box and I set it down. I turned and headed for the door when she said "Mike, would it be too mean of me to ask that you carry the boxes up for me all by yourself? I have a wicked bad hangover and I'm not sure I could do it." "Sure, Karen. Not a problem." She walked up to me, kissed me on the cheek and said "You're a dear, thank you so much. I have a hell of a night last night and I'm really paying for it now. I need a shower." With that, she turned and walked away and I went back to carrying boxes. When I got back to the truck, I got a good look at the amount of shit I was going to be hauling up three flights of stairs. There had to be 20 boxes of shit there! Goddammit!! This is going to take all day! After about 5 trips, Karen came out to the front room, hair still damp, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She looked at the pile of boxes and then had me move them to whatever room she wanted them in. I continued making trip after trip and the last few trips, the boxes started to get really heavy. They were filled with books and magazines. Super. I brought the last box into her apartment, closed the door behind me and asked where this box went. "That's more magazines. Just put that by the coffee table." I set it down, and then plopped on to the couch. I was hot, sweaty and tired. I'd not had this much of a work out since football ended a few months ago. Karen brought me over a glass of water and I downed it in one pull. "You're sweaty! I really, really appreciate you doing this, Mike. You're the best!" I waved my hand absentmindedly and said "No problem. I'm happy to help." Karen sat down on the chair at the end of the coffee table while I tried to cool down on the couch. She reached under the end table and pulled out a little wooden box, opened it, and handed me a joint out of it. "Here, you can do the honors," she said. I pulled out my lighter and fired it up. It was, indeed, some very good shit and the effects of the pot hit me straight away. We made idle chatter as we passed the joint back and forth until we'd smoked it all. By then, we were both very high. "Do you have to work tonight?" she asked. "No, I'm off, " I replied. Then I reached out and opened the box of magazines by the coffee table. "What kind of magazines did you make me carry up here why do you want to keep them?" Atop the pile in the box was a Victoria's Secret catalog. "Sweet!" I said. "Victoria's Secret!" And then I started to leaf through the catalog. "You know, I don't get lingerie. Look at this get up here." And I tilted the magazine so she could see what I was talking about. The model was wearing stockings, a garter belt, a thong and a corset, all in white. "It's very sexy, sure, and she looks hotter than all hell, but how are you supposed to screw with that on? Why wear something that's going to drive a guy crazy, only to take off for sex?" "You leave it on, silly!" She said. "Leave it on?" I said. "How does that work? It's going to get in the way!" "No it doesn't get in the way," she said. "You just move things aside is all." Then she made a motion across her crotch like she was moving her underwear aside. "Ah, I can see that, I guess." I said. "Lingerie is very, very sexy. I love wearing it. I actually have something very close to that set up," and she pointed to the model in the catalog. "Wow," I said. "I bet that's pretty hot." Then I glanced over at the box of magazines and spied something I've never seen before. "Playgirl! You have a Playgirl magazine!" and I reached out and grabbed it before she could stop me. "I have never in my life seen one of these," I said as I opened it up. "I read the articles," She said while laughing. "I'm sure," I said. "I didn't think girls were into porn." "Oh, sure," she said. "We like porn just as much as guys do, but we're not as vocal about it." I tuned the pages and flipped through her Playgirl. I couldn't get over the fact that the guys in the magazine were huge. I thought I had a good sized dick, but I was nowhere near this big. Another thing I noticed was that every model in the magazine, every single one, had his balls shaved or all of his pubic hair removed. "What is the deal?" I said. "Every guy in this magazine has his balls shaved. What the fuck is this? THIS guy doesn't have any pubes at all? What's that about?" and I turned the magazine so she could see. "Oh, I love that!" She said. "I love it when I guy has no body hair!" "Really?" I asked. "You like no hair at all? That's strange, Karen." Then I flipped a few more pages to another guy with no pubic hair. "How does that work, anyway? The guy's gotta shave his pubes? I'd be way too scared to do that. I'd be afraid I'd cut myself." "What's the big deal?" She said. "It's not like anyone is going to know! Besides, I shave my pubes." "Really?" I asked. "Well," she said. "Women have to keep things trim down there or we have a forest sticking out of our bikinis. I don't shave it all off. Just some." "I'd still be scared to do it. I know I'd end up cutting it off if I did." "Well, have a friend do it!" she said. Looking back at the magazine, I said "It'd have to be a pretty GOOD friend." "Well," she said, "I'm a good friend. I'd shave you." I laughed as I looked up at her and said "Right. That's crazy." She stood up, held out her hand and said "Come on. You need a shower anyway." I looked at her hand and then up at her in disbelief. She wiggled her fingers of her outstretched hand and said "Come on. It'll be fun!" I reached up and took her hand as she led me to the bathroom. She handed me a towel and told me to not dry off "down there", as she pointed to my dick, when I get out. Then she walked out and closed the door behind her. So here I am: In my brother's ex-girlfriend's bathroom, about to have my pubes shaved. And I'm very high. I stood there for a few seconds, looked in the mirror and smiled. This could be fun after all, I thought. I undressed and got into the shower. While the water flowed over me, I couldn't help but imagine what was going to happen. Was I going to have sex? I'd have had sex 4 times in my life, all with my present girlfriend. It was always in the dark so I never got much in the way of a good look at her while we did it. Here it was the middle of the day! This is going to be like a porno! My dick began to get hard, hard as I can ever remember it being. Great, I thought. I'm going to get out of the shower and she's going to laugh at me when she sees my hard-on. Over the course of the next several minutes as I showered, I tried everything I could to get my erection to calm down. But, no chance. The possibility of having sex was too great to ignore and my hard-on stayed put. Finally, I gave up and turned the water off. As I was towling off, Karen knocked on the door and opened it right up. "Knock, knock," she said and she entered the bathroom. I'd just stepped out of the tub and had the towel across my midsection, hopefully covering my cock. Karen was wearing a long, terry cloth robe and she'd obviously put make-up on. "Are you ready?" she asked. "Uh, sure," I said. "Where, ummm, where do we, umm...where do you want me to be?" She opened the closet, took out a can of shave cream and a razor and said "Just stand by the sink." I rubbed the towel around my body a bit as I moved to the sink. The cold feeling of the marble against my naked butt made me jump. "Are you ready?" she asked again, as she playfully shook the shaving cream can. "Um, sure," I said, barely able to contain myself at this point. My cock was rock hard and I was still hiding it behind the towel. She placed the razor on the sink and took hold of the towel. "Just relax. This will be fun, I promise" she said as she pulled the towel away, revealing my hardness. "Oh, my!" she said. "Somebody's ready, all right!" "Sorry," I said. "I can't help it." "No apologies necessary," she said as she reached out and took my cock in her hand. "Don't apologize at all!" She slowly rubbed my cock with her hand, then reached down and felt my balls. A low moan escaped my lips. "Do you like that, Mike?" she asked. "Oh, God, yes!" I said. "Good," she said. "Let's get to work." She placed the shave cream on the sink beside the razor and untied her robe. As she let if fall to the ground, I saw that she'd changed into the lingerie we'd talked about before. She wore black stiletto heels, black stockings that came up to mid-thigh, fastened into a black garter belt. She had sheer, black panties on that I could clearly see the outline of a "landing strip" of pubic hair beneath. She had a black bra that was sheer on the top half of the cup, revealing the top half of her nipples. It must have been some sort of "push-up" bra because her tits seemed huge inside it. She slowly turned around and I could see the thong string enter the top of her ass-crack. "Do you like this, Mike?" she asked. "Holy shit," I breathed. That was about all I could muster. "This is my favorite outfit. I always feel my sexiest when I wear this." Then she turned to face me, looked down at my cock and said "Now, let's take care of this, shall we?" She picked up the shave cream can, squirted a large pile of it on to her palm and then slowly lathered me up. The cold feeling of the cream on my cock and balls sent wave after wave of pleasure through my body. Once she'd completely covered my groin area, she started to slowly stroke my cock. "See," she said. "I told you this would be fun!" I was mesmerized by the sight of her hand, covered in shaving cream, stroking my cock. When she stopped stroking, she picked up a towel and wiped off her hands. "There," she said. "Now you're ready." She picked up the razor and got down on her knees. She started at the top, working down. Slowly and gently, she moved the razor around, removing my hair. She would often move my erect cock out of her way and give it a few playful tugs as she did so. When she'd finished, she wet a washcloth and used it to get the last of the shave cream off my skin. I looked down and marveled at what she'd done. My dick looked twice as big as it did before! "There," she said as she took the washcloth off to inspect her work. "That's better. Doesn't that feel better?" She looked up at me, smiled then turned back to my cock. On the left side of my balls, there was a little nick that had started to bleed. "Oh," she said. "You're bleeding!" Then she looked up at me and said "Do you want me to kiss it and make it better?" With that, she leaned in and kissed the side of my balls that was bleeding. Then she slowly kissed around my sack to the other side. Then she started to lick me. With one hand, she reached up and stroked my cock as she licked and sucked my balls. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back in pure ecstasy. "Have you ever had a blowjob, Mike?" she asked. "No, never," I said, head still tilted back. "You should watch me then," she said. "I like it when guys watch. Watch me suck your cock, Mike." And so, I looked down at her. She looked up at me, tilted my cock toward her mouth, and never broke eye contact with me as she took my cock into her waiting mouth. Her mouth was warm and wet and lovely. Slowly, she sucked my entire length into her mouth, held it there and then backed off, letting my cock out of her mouth with an audible "POP!" "Wow," she said. "You are really hard!" Then she leaned forward and took me into her mouth again. This time, she closed her eyes as she sucked, but I simply could not turn away. Watching my cock slide in and out of her mouth, coupled with the feeling of her doing just that was making me crazy. "Oh, God," I said. "Jesus Christ!" That's about all I could say as she sucked my cock. Then she reached up one hand and stroked my cock in time with her sucking. I could feel the cum beginning to boil in my balls and I said "I'm gonna cum soon." This seemed to egg her on and she quickened her pace. Jerking my cock harder and faster, she sucked just at the tip of my cock. My cock head was just inside her teeth and I could feel them sliding along my cock as I went in and out. "Oh,ooooooooooo...!!" I said as the orgasm hit me. Jet after jet of cum shot out of my cock and into her waiting mouth. Karen continued to suck and stroke until the last drops had come out. She let my cock slide from her mouth, stood up, bent over the sink and spit my load into the sink. "Jesus, Mike!" she said. "That was a lot! I couldn't swallow it all!" "Sorry," I said. "I couldn't help it." "No, no," she said. "I LOVED it. I just couldn't swallow it all." And then she did something totally unexpected. She leaned in and kissed me. I could taste my cum on her lips and tongue as we kissed. It was very erotic. When she broke the kiss, she reached down and grabbed my still-hard cock. "We're not done yet," she said as she led me out of the bathroom by my cock. We went into her bedroom and she climbed up on to her bed on her back. She reached down and wiggled her thong aside, showing her pussy. "My turn," she said with a grin. "Have you ever gone down on a girl? Do you know how to eat pussy?" "No," I said as I climbed up onto the bed. "I will teach you," she said. "The top part is where the clitoris is. You'll want to concentrate on that part, but I want you to start by running your tongue up and down my slit to get me nice and wet. " I leaned in and got close to her pussy. I'd never actually seen a pussy up close before. I'd felt many of them with my hands, but never seen one this close before. Her pubic hair made a line that started above her clit, the rest of her pussy was clean shaven. I could see moisture on her lips, so I closed my eyes, leaned in, and licked the length of her slit. "Good," she said. "Just like that. Lick up and down." I did as I was told, licking the outside of her vagina. The taste was not unpleasant, but I wouldn't ask for "Pussy Flavor" ice cream if they made such a thing. I licked up and down, and then started to push my tongue between her lips. "Like that. Lick my pussy like that." I kept at it, shoving my tongue in as deep as I could as I licked up and down. I started to lick harder and faster, up and down, as best as I could. "Yea, that's it," she said as I felt her shift on the bed. I opened my eyes as she sat up on one elbow, reached out, and took my head in her hand. "Now, move to the top. Trace the alphabet with your tongue on my clit." That's strange, I thought to myself. The alphabet? Like A,B,C,D? But, she knew what she was doing, I guess, so I shifted my attention to the top of her slit and began licking the alphabet. "A little lower," she said as I felt her push on my head. I moved down and bit and continued. As I got to "E", I felt her hand move to the back of my head and she said "Yesssssssss....right there. Right there. Just like that." I continued to trace the alphabet on her clit and when I get all the way through, I started back on "A" again. I figured that she'd tell me what to do if I wasn't doing things right, so I kept going. When I got to "G", she started to move her hips and I felt the pressure of her hand on the back of my head increase, pushing my face into her pussy. At "T", she started to buck her hips harder and breath heavier. "That's it," she panted. "Like that. You're gonna make me cum!" As I started the alphabet over for the third time, her hips were moving so much that I was just sticking my tongue out hoping she would rub up against it. He hand forcing my face into her pussy all but guaranteed that I would as she moved around on the bed. One final spasm and she released my head and laid back down again. I licked her pussy a few moments more and then came up off of her. "How was that?" I asked, wiping my chin. "Hang on," she said as she put a hand to her forehead. "I'm still spinning" She laid there, breathing hard, her chest moving up and down, as I took in her beauty. I'd never thought of her as beautiful before, but she looked damn good now! "Wow," she said. "That was incredible. You sure you've never done that before?" "Nope," I said as I got up onto my knees between her legs. "First time." She sat up onto both her elbows and said "Wow. Good job!" Then she looked down at my hard cock, took it in her hand and stroked it. "Now then," she said. "It's very important that you don't put runs into my stockings while we fuck. This is my favorite pair. No scratching my legs or anything like that. And don't you dare pull out and cum on me. I don't want your jizz stains on my lingerie. You cum inside me, got it? I'm on the pill, so don't worry about getting me pregnant." "Ok," I said as she pulled me cock toward her pussy. I leaned into her as she guided my cock toward her pussy. I looked down as she rubbed the head of my cock along her slit. It was warm and wet and inviting. Karen "See how wet I am?" she asked. "Oh, God," I said for about the thousandth time today as I pushed into her. She released my cock and laid back. I leaned forward and kissed her lips, our tongues battling. I started to thrust my hips into her, shoving my cock deep into her pussy. I leaned down and put my mouth on her ear as I quickened my pace. "No, no," she said as she pushed me up. "Not so fast. I want to cum at least three more times before you do." Then she rolled me over onto my back. "Here, " she said. "I'll get on top." My cock fell from her pussy as we rolled over, but she quickly got it back in, this time without using her hand. She leaned back so she was vertical to me and began to ride me. "God," she said. "Your cock is so hard." Then she stopped riding up and down and began to grind herself into me. I watched as she moved her hips, harder and harder she pushed down onto me. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. "Oh," she said. "That's it. That's it!" and then she fell forward and smacked her head into mine. "Ouch!" she said as she sat back up, rubbing her forehead. "That's a sure way to kill an orgasm. You ok?" I laughed and said "Yea, I'm fine. Are you ok?" She stopped rubbing her head and said "Never better." Then she leaned forward and put her hand on either side of my head as she started to fuck me again. Her magnificent tits were just inches from my face, so I pulled the top of her bra down so I could lick her nipples. Her little "pencil erasers" now free, I licked and sucked them with all my might. As she run her hips up and down, driving my cock into her pussy with greater and greater force, I traced circles around her nipples with my tongue. I had to be doing something right because I could see her tilt her head back and her mouth open as she began to grind her hips into me again. "Oh, God," she said. "You're gonna make me cum. You're gonna make me cuuuuuuuuuuuummm......" as she began to buck her hips again. I kept licking and sucking as hard as I could until she pulled up off me. She climbed off my cock and got on her hands and knees beside me. "Get behind me," she said. I needed no more encouragement than that. Whenever I'd have sex with my girlfriend, it was always missionary position. I'd seen doggie style in pornos, but had never had the opportunity to do it myself. I quickly got up on my knees and moved into position. I maneuvered my cock to her opening and pushed inside her. "Oh, God," I said as my hips hit her ass. "I've never done it this way before." I moved my hips, sliding my cock into her pussy. It felt fucking amazing. I especially liked the way it felt when I pushed all the way into her and I could feel my hips hit her ass and that little wave ran along her ass. She turned her head and looked back at me. "Really? You've never fucked a girl from behind before?" "No," I said. "This is a big day for me!" My hands were on her hips as I continued to move in and out of her. Looking down, I could watch my cock disappear into her. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. "Well, then," She said as she lowered her head to the mattress. I could feel her ass rise slightly as she prostrated herself before me. "Fuck me good. Fuck me good and hard," she said. "Fuck me harder. Give it to me!" And then she started to push back onto my cock. I did as I was told and began to pound into her with all my might. "Slap! Slap! Slap!" I could hear as my hips hit her ass. "Yea, fuck me harder, faster," she said as I slammed my hips into her again and again. "Are you going to cum for me? I want to feel you cum inside my pussy. I want to feel it!" Her "fuck talk" was driving me crazy as I moved my cock into her as hard and as fast as I could. Suddenly, I felt my orgasm building and there was no stopping it. I slammed into her one last time as hard as I could as I felt my cum shoot deep into her pussy. As I caught my breath, still holding onto Karen's hips, I felt her slide forward and off of my cock. I looked down and could see the last drops of cum on my cock. She laid back and stretched out. "God, that was awesome," she said. I laid down next to her and tried to catch my breath. After a few seconds, I said "Man, that was intense." I looked over at her. She was laying on her back with her eyes closed. I watched her for several seconds until she opened her eyes and turned to me. "Bad news," she said. "You have to leave and I have to get cleaned up. My boyfriend is coming over later and you have to get gone before he gets here." "Boyfriend? I didn't know you had a boyfriend," I said. "Yes, " she said. "And he'll kill us both if he sees us like this. So you need to get going." With that, I got dressed and left. I only ever saw Karen again in passing. After a while, I didn't see her at all. It had been probably 25 years passed when I ran into her when I was with my dad at the hospital she worked at. She'd aged a bit, but she still had great tits!