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Karen's Toes in Silky Wet Hose

By: Bacomicfan



As I blew on Karen's toes to dry the cherry red polish I'd just applied to them, I glanced over at her other foot, also propped up on the sofa, with it's already painted toes shining brightly in the light of the reading lamp on the end table. Having used the quick-dry polish, I knew that that cute quintet of piggies had long since dried and could have the wads of cotton removed from between them.

Lying on her back on the floor, legs propped up on the sofa upon which I lay on my stomach, Karen giggled as I recapped the bottle of nail polish and removed the cotton from between the first set of polished toes. The newly de-cottoned toes wiggled their joy. When those toes fanned out and her foot arched upward, I looked down at Karen. She was smiling happily, peering up over the upper edge of her book, as she admired her newly lacquered nails. Laughing quietly, I bent back down to finish blowing on her toes. Already they were drying nicely.

"You, sir, are and artist." Karen said, obviously pleased with my efforts.

"Well, thank you, ma'am." I replied, beaming with pride. "I do rather pride myself on a steady hand and sharp eye."

We both laughed. I briefly tickled the soles of her feet. It was cute watching both feet, one still having cotton between the toes, wiggling around to avoid my tickling fingers. Then I got an idea...a kinky idea (actually, quite common for me). Those dry toenails, looking like five squirming, tasty cherries, seemed to work their way into my brain, telling it how juicy their little shrimp-like toes would be to nibble on. My brain agreed. Besides, I knew how crazy it made Karen when a hot mouth attacked her toes. It could easily make her lose control...and she's LOTS of fun when she loses control.

So, grinning, I stopped puffing on the more recently painted toes and lifted her other foot, intent on a toe meal that I knew would have Karen sweating in minutes. I smiled wickedly at her and slowly moved her toes toward my mouth. The look on her face was priceless! Her eyes grew round as saucers, her mouth hung open, and her face flushed with excitement. I could see her whole body quivering with anticipation. The closer to my mouth her toes got, the more she gasped and squirmed on the floor. 

Feeling a tiny spark of cruelty, I decided to tease her. When her toes were less than an inch from my mouth, I stuck out my tongue and flicked it at the tips of her toes, missing them by mere millimeters. Her toes started wiggling like crazy, and she tried to shove her foot against my tongue. She almost made it, too, but

I caught her foot just in time, saying, "Naughty girl. I don't know if I want to suck your toes now. Maybe you don't deserve it. You're too impatient."

"Oh, puh-LEEZE," she laughed, almost wickedly, rolling her eyes as she correctly stated, "you want to suck my toes as much as I want you to suck them. Don't give me that crap."

We laughed together, playfully sticking our tongues at each other. During this childish tongue-duel, Karen quipped, "Now why don't you put that delightfully naughty tongue to some good use while my other toes dry?" She wiggled her previously painted toes - long since dried to a bright sheen - enticingly, to help convince me of the absolute good sense of her idea. But I chose to be difficult. I can tease as proficiently as she can.

"What if my tongue wants OTHER things? Man does not live by toes alone." I chuckled.

"Hmmm...well, then," she cooed in her sticky sweet way, "I think you'd have to EARN those other tasty tidbits, now, don't you? Besides, I'm sure you know that if you get down to some sensual slurping on my toes, those OTHER parts will soon want some slurping, too, right? Not to mention other...things...done to them. Hmmm....sound like a plan, honey?" Her lips curled in a sultry smile, and her eyes sparkled their eagerness at me.

"Um...hon," I asked, "what about tonight's party?"

"What about it?" she asked, looking disappointed. Her toes still wiggled eagerly in front of my face.

"Well, we don't have time to get engaged in....um....funtime, if we're going to make it to the party on time."

"Fuck the party!" she cried. "A good foot-lickin' and a hearty hump are more important! Wouldn't you agree, my studly, copiously hung, toe-boy?" She winked at me mischievously, her eyes promising the world.

"Um...yo, hon...you're receiving an award, remember? You worked hard for it."

She sighed. "Yeah, I suppose I did." She frowned. She mulled over her predicament. She looked momentarily wistful, then her eyes glinted playfully again. "But...well....just a quick toe suck then. We can hump like bunnies when we get home....okay?" She nodded eagerly at me, as if her energetic head bob would

surely convince me.

I thought that over. It seemed perfect. If I sucked her toes, it'd get her really horny. Then she'd have to wait all through the party for "funtime" when we finally got home. She'd be insane with lust. She'd be ready to do

almost ANYTHING to have an orgasm. She'd fuck me senseless. And all it would take would be a mouthful of her impish toes. Oh, what a glorious thought. And so fiendishly simple to do. Not to mention scrumptious.

I had her toes in my mouth in less time than it takes a hummingbird to hiccup. I sucked 'em good, too. I slithered my tongue all around them, between them, adding an even more recent glisten to her recently painted nails...a wet gleam that had her toes dancing with joy. I slurped those toes hungrily, making them all warm and wet. I sucked them gently, then harder, squeezing each toe between my lips and sucking up and down its entire length. I nibbled her toes, kissed them, lightly chewed them from base to tip. And all the while, Karen - eyes closed, mouth open and sighing - squirmed on the floor. God, what a sight! There's nothing in this life I enjoy seeing more than my sexy baby getting all horned out and revved up for action.

Lost in the moment, I grabbed her other foot, yanking the cotton from between her toes and shoving fresh little piggies deep into my mouth. Karen squealed, and nearly kicked me in the head with her other foot. Maybe it had gotten upset at being so quickly cast aside for these new, upstart toes? Or maybe...heh...she was already losing control. Yeah, that's the ticket.

I so love to tease. After licking and sucking Karen's cute, sensitive toes for several long, tasty minutes, I stopped the torture and pulled back. I replaced the frantic sucking with slow, romantic kisses on the tips of her toes and along her insteps. The glaze left Karen's eyes and she slowly stopped panting. She gasped out

long, hormone-squelching sighs, blowing air upwards out of her mouth so hard it made her bangs hop on her forehead. I noticed with evil glee that she was clamping her thighs together, a sure sign that her hormones had begun to flow with the force of Niagara Falls during the first spring thaws. My inward laughter sounded to me like a mischievous leprechaun who'd just found both a pot of gold and a warehouse full of Guinness.

"Oh my God," she said with still heaving chest, "now I'm gonna be horny throughout the entire party!"

"Bingo!" I thought, a smug smile plastered on my face. "Do I know Karen or what?" Oh, yeah, this was gonna be one helluva night. If I played my cards right - and from this point on I seriously doubted I could play them any way OTHER than right - she would be eating out of my hand by the time we got back home from the party. She'd probably try to rape me in the car! Heh...life can be sooooo much fun sometimes.

Looking down at Karen, I gently rubbed and kissed her feet, wickedly pointing out to her the fact that my little toenail licks had indeed made them even shinier. Then I pressed the pads of her toes against my face, just above my upper lip, allowing her to wiggle them in my soft, trim mustache. She licked her lips and wiggled her

toes in it, her face getting flushed with excitement all over again. That was when I cruelly put and end to things. I wanted her stoked for later.

Pulling her feet away from my hairy upper lip, I got up off the sofa quickly, leaving her squirming tootsies all alone on the comfy cushion. The sad look on her face broke my heart, but I knew she'd thank me later. By

way of apology - and to hint at my intentions - I grinned at her and said, "Don't worry, sexy, your gorgeous feet will be well cared for later, as will every other inch of you. I'll make it up to you, I promise. But, for now, you better start getting ready for your big night."

She stood up slowly. She seemed a little wobbly to me, but I knew that was just the rubbery consistency the muscles of her legs took on when she was horny as hell. Still, she had enough strength of will left in her to make a whispered comment that had MY legs wobbling just as much as hers. "Honey," she sighed into my ear, "the only thing I want BIG tonight is that hard, fat cock of yours all over me. First, you're going to make it up to my TOES for teasing them, and then you're going to give every bit of strength you have making me gush over and over all night long. Is that clear, sweety...honey...man of mine?" Her mouth smiled sweetly, but her eyes twinkled an ominous "Refuse me and you die" sentiment. Her words and her whispered...incentives...had my crotch throbbing in less than a nanosecond. 

Dressing for the awards dinner was a dicey deal for both of us. Karen stared at the bulge in my shorts as I tried to adjust my bloated penis into a comfortable position so I could pull up my pants with a minimum of discomfort. She deliberately took her sweet time pulling up her stockings - sheer, silky thigh highs - running

her hands along her legs so overtly carnally as she raised each high into the air to smooth out the nylon, her slit dress riding high up one tempting thigh. As you might expect, additional penile adjustment was required before I could zip my pants.

With my throbbing chubby hidden behind two layers of clothing, my only hope for retaliation against her shameless stocking display lay in whatever verbal ammunition I could dredge up from my evil sexual psyche. And verbal sexual ammunition has never been in short supply in MY twisted brain, I'm proud to say.

"Mmmm," I grinned, "those legs of yours are gorgeous. And I can see those sexy toes of yours - so expertly painted by yours truly, I might add - peeking through the nylon. Makes me want to come right over there and suck those pretty piggies until you drench your silky panties."

I could see that that shot had hit its mark. I could also see Karen's brain working at warp speed, preparing its own libido-tweaking salvo. I beat her to the punch, keeping up the pressure. I was determined to get revenge

for that brain-melting, nylon smoothing ploy of hers.

"Come to think of it," I quickly added, "I'd like to yank those juiced panties off of you and replace them with my smiling face after I suck your toes. My tongue would give you a REAL reason to cream all over yourself." I 

kept the pot boiling. "Of course, I could always replace my tongue with THIS little gem. Excuse me, this BIG gem." I grabbed my crotch, circling the bulge with fingers and thumb, jiggling my hardon at her through my skivvies and pants. The astonished look on her face was partly mock astonishment, yet partly sincere. Her face reddened again. Her taken aback, "O" shaped mouth quickly turned into a smile.

"Cheap shot," she said, laughing. "Well, then, since you obviously have no shame...take THIS, lover boy," she shouted, rolling back onto the bed and lifting up her slinky, slit-up-the-side evening dress and spreading her legs wide. Black evening dress, creamy thighs, sheer nylon hose, panties so silky they looked wet already (or perhaps they were?) ..all urged me to them. But Karen's display would become bolder still. With one hand she tugged down on her panties, and with the other she used two fingers to part her pussy lips, brazenly displaying the pink, wet folds between them. "Wouldn't you like a taste of THIS, baby? Or maybe shove that great big boner of yours in there all nice and tight? Right now, maybe? Hmmmm?" With her succulent ass over the edge of the bed, she wiggled it solely for my benefit, grinning a vengeful grin.

"Oh, yeah, baby," I fought back, "after I suck your toes and eat you good, I'll gobble those great knockers of yours while I pound your pussy with penis power!"

Thank God for that "p" alliteration. The silliness of it broke us both up. If it hadn't, Karen and I were about thirty seconds away from the fuck of a lifetime. And the party, along with her award, would've been a distant memory. It would've been great at the moment, but later we would've both regretted missing her big night.

So that dumb "penis power" comment - making us laugh heartily - broke the sexual tension, and salvaged Karen's award night. She sat giggling on the bed; I stood chuckling by the mirror. Both her laughter and mine were thickly laced with the nervous remains of the spell that had just been broken.

From that point on, we both seemed to know not to press the sex issue. One wrong comment or tease could've sent us both into a sexual frenzy and again, the party would've been forfeit. So we dressed quickly, quietly, engaging in only the tamest of small talk. It wasn't easy. We were primed. Our brains and bodies were on fire. One wrong move and....poof!...bye bye party.

We made it through the dressing. We did fondle and kiss each other on our way out to the car, and even inside the car, but no suggestive comments or actions were made. I did gently squeeze her right breast as we kissed in the car, and she did squeeze my ass with more than a little conviction, but we were able to leave it at that.

When we got to the party, we groped each other while we stood at the door, before entering the huge dance and dining hall. We did so furtively, shrewdly, waiting for the nosey headlights of other arriving cars to pass by us before resuming our kisses and fondlings. When other partiers began walking up from the parking area, however, our fun had to come to an end...for now. But our eyes clearly foretold of pleasures yet to come.

We were both literally quivering with desire as we took our places at our designated table. We were breathing heavily at first, and it took quite some time for our jacked up desires to subside. Still, throughout the meal and

the awards presentations, we rubbed and touched each other under the table. Despite this, however, we slowly calmed our rampaging libidos. Unable to openly grope and passionately kiss, the mood faded - somewhat - and we were able to concentrate on the festivities at hand. And when Karen received her much deserved award, she was so beside herself with pride and glee that our torrid teasing and touching was slowly forgotten.

Or...was it? 

During her acceptance speech, I detected her voice cracking now and again, and her face flushed a crimson I did not believe indicated embarrassment, but rather lust. Oh, I suppose it could've all been simply from nervousness, though Karen's not the nervous type. For myself, I had hopes that those seemingly innocent symptoms were indicative of something far more...propitious...yet to come.

Karen's hormones hadn't really subsided at all. Not even one tiny, minuscule bit. But she had me thinking they had. She had me believing that her lust had been replaced by the pride and pleasure of having her workplace achievements finally recognized. Oh, she reveled in all of that, but her sexual desires hadn't been squelched in the slightest, merely pushed momentarily to the side.

After the awards had all been presented, rah-rah company speeches given and corporate mucky-mucks had orally bloated their own egos, the evening settled down to drinking, dancing and verbally abusing Karen's bosses and their obsequious brown-nosers by all those at our table. During this latter questionable pleasure, Karen's hands began exploring under the table again. My interest was again piqued.

Karen had just finished making a comment to one of her coworkers about how her boss's secretary should take out stock in a knee pad company when she immediately turned to me and whispered in my ear, "When we get home you damn well better suck my toes, you tease. And I am in such a mood for a really good sixty-nine." She giggled and kissed my shocked mouth, squeezing my crotch at the same time. I was instantly sporting a proud woody, which Karen was profoundly happy to fondle and grope.

Finally...FINALLY...the evening came to a close. Well, not completely. At these affairs, everyone always seems to wait for the first couple to leave, and then the desertions begin in earnest. Once that first couple leaves, the flood gate opens. Karen must've truly been horny, because as soon as the first brave duet stood

to depart, she quickly retrieved our coat check stubs from her purse and shoved them into my hand. "We're outta here, studly man. You've got some shrimping to do...among other things." She chuckled, proud of herself for remembering the rather odd little term for toe sucking. I laughed almost to the point of tears, leading others at our table to wonder just what had passed between Karen and I. We both took some secret, childish pleasure in letting them continue to wonder.

Now, Karen can be truly evil, an unapologetically bold, wanton vixen. I love this, of course, but not while I'm trying to drive. And even though I'd drunk responsibly, and even stopped drinking early on in the evening just to be sure, I still wanted to be careful not to do anything to attract New York's finest. The funniest part was, I wasn't so much worried about getting a DWI or DUI. In my heated state, my major worry was having my upcoming, inevitable tryst with my lady love interrupted for God knew how long if I was pulled over. Ah, the power of hormones.

But Karen was determined to make the drive home as difficult as possible for me. Well, in all fairness, that wasn't her true goal. Her true goal was to make me as horny as she could, so that when we got home I'd be all over her like cheese on spaghetti. THAT was her true purpose...God bless her mischievous little heart.

About halfway home Karen ended up sitting sideways in her seat, one arm up over the seat's back rest and the other resting on the dashboard. She leaned back against the door, lifting her long, gorgeous legs and stretching them out in my direction. Her high heeled feet plopped up onto my lap, one heel dangerously

close to the puptent between my legs. For some odd reason, my brain dredged up a cringe-inducing vision of her heel puncturing my proudly inflated penis, resulting in a long, loud hiss as the air rushed from it and it dropped humbly back down between my thighs. I would've laughed at this odd vision just from the wackiness of it alone, but somehow the idea of my penis being punctured - by ANYTHING - was anything BUT humorous. The result was a droll smile on my face, which Karen apparently misunderstood.

"Oh," she said, a look of mock pain on her pretty face, "you don't like my feet on your lap?"

"It's not that, hon. Of course I like your feet on my lap." I turned to look at her with pleading eyes. "Just be careful with that heel, okay?" I couldn't help but chuckle just a bit.

She laughed, then assured me, "I'd NEVER hurt that beautiful cock of yours, dear. I have so many plans for it...especially tonight. Don't worry, I'll be VERY careful."

"Phew, thanks, babe." I said, still eyeing that sharp heel nervously.

When I looked back at Karen to smile at her, she was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "What?" I asked. Then, giving her a distrusting stare, I asked, "What are you cooking up in that devious brain of yours?"

"Nothing," she giggled, "nothing at all." Then, after a few moments, she added, "Well, not NOTHING, I suppose. I DO have a little surprise for you." I could see she was just beside herself with some deep, inner satisfaction. She was clearly about to spring something on me.


Karen's Toes in Silky Wet Hose



"I did something naughty before we left the party." she confessed. "Want to see what it is?"

I looked at her suspiciously. But, since anything "naughty" Karen does is usually awfully damn fun, I quickly nodded.

Barely able to contain herself, she slowly slipped off her high heels. While I've always loved watching Karen take ANY clothing off, I found myself wincing as I watched those heels wriggle precariously close to my penis. The previous vision of a popping and hissing woody rolled thunderously back into my brain. Luckily, those heels never connected with anything other than my trousers, and even then only in passing. Karen remained true to her word of not wanting to harm anything she wanted to play with in the not too distant future. 

My sigh of relief turned to a sigh of admiration as my eyes embraced Karen's now shoeless feet. Even in the soft, sparse glow of the dashboard lights and the occasional glare of a swiftly passing street lamp, I could see the recently painted toenails peeking at me devilishly through the ultra sheer nylon. She wiggled them

for my benefit. Her feet were as sexy as ever, but I could see nothing "naughty" wiggling there on my lap.

"Honey," I said, "your feet are as gorgeous as ever, but I hardy see anything naughty, other than the fact that by teasing me with them now, you're probably going to make me drive into some poor fool's living room at one in the morning."

"Oh, it's probably hard to see," she giggled. She held one foot up, wiggling her toes just under my chin. Though I still didn't see anything out of the ordinary, I nearly drove us off the road. Karen, bless her evil little

heart, didn't even seem to notice. One thing about Karen - when she had an agenda, NOTHING stopped her from carrying it out. It was exactly that kind of perseverance that had won her tonight's award.

"Hon," I said, trying to concentrate on the road, "are you just trying to tease me with your feet? Why not wait and do that at home? I already said I'm willing to suck your toes until they shrivel up like little raisins. Or are you TRYING to get us killed?"

"Not at all, silly. Look CLOSE." 

I had to hit the brakes. Those five dancing toes moved up so close to my face that the middle one was resting lightly on the bridge of my nose. I smelled nylon...and something else. That was it. I had to pull over to the shoulder of the road or I'd definitely have killed us. I slammed the gearshift into park so hard and fast that the

car screeched, lurched forward and back, then seemed to wheeze and groan as it shuddered to a halt.

"I don't believe it," I said. "You didn't...?!"

Karen was laughing now, so proud and full of herself. "Oh, yes...I sure did, sweety."

I sniffed at her toes. There was no mistaking it. With the car stopped alongside the road, I could now afford to grab her foot. I held it up in front of my face, in the light of a nearby street lamp. Up close, in the light, with the

car stopped and able to concentrate, I could see what she was talking about. She had indeed been "naughty," so deliciously, wickedly naughty. I was so giddily, insanely proud of her! Such imagination! Such ingenious

improvisation! Such...erotic style!

"Want another drink, stud of mine?" she asked, nearly squealing with the effort of holding back a laugh.

I looked over at her, smiling, surprised by her impish ingenuity. Though, in retrospect, I shouldn't have been. Karen, if anything, was always imaginative and creative. That fact was driven home sharply as I sat there in

my car, in the middle of the night, beneath a lonely street lamp, staring at a wiggling, gleeful, nyloned foot.

"I just love a nice white wine, don't you, honey?" she giggled. "C'mon, have some. It won't raise your blood alcohol level enough to get you into trouble, I promise."

Holding her foot by the silky heel, I touched her toes with my fingers, feeling the wetness there. I stifled a laugh as I squeezed her second toe between my thumb and forefinger. When I released it, my fingers came away wet. I sniffed my fingers. I licked them. Sure enough...a delightful Chardonnay. I shook my head at Karen,

even as I grinned from ear to ear.

"Am I naughty or what?" she asked. "Just before we left, while you were talking with Steve Matthews about football, and everyone else was looking away, I put your glass of wine on the floor, kicked off one of my shoes, and dunked my toes in the wine. It felt really nice...so cool and refreshing on my little piggies. I just sat there and soaked my toes for a few minutes. Then I pretended to get something from my purse and brought your glass back up to the table. No one was the wiser. I tell you, everyone was so wrapped up in their conversations, I could've taken off my panties and poured wine all over my pussy, and no one would've noticed."

"Oh, now trust me...THAT I would've noticed!" I assured her, though I was still amazed at her mischievous little act of foot dunking.

"Anyway," she continued, "a few minutes later I did the same with my other foot, though by then most of your wine was soaked up and I had to use my own glass."

A revelation hit me. "Hey!" I THOUGHT my wine disappeared kinda quick. I didn't THINK I drank it that fast!" Karen laughed like hell at my wide eyed face as that revelation came to the surface. Faking indignation, I continued, "Hey, now...I wanted to DRINK that wine. It was excellent wine."

With a wicked grin, she replied, "Well, you still CAN drink it, sweetie. It's all right here on my sexy little toes, sweetly soaked into my nylons. Go ahead, have some."

Instantly, all ten of her wet toes were pressed against my cheeks and lips. I felt the wetness, smelled the gentle mixture of wine and nylon, and the faint, lingering memory of warm shoe leather. My eyelids started to flutter, even though the admiring eyes beneath them wanted to feast on the cherry-colored toes as they boldly displayed themselves beneath the gossamer material. 

My heart was pounding, my chest heaving. I could feel blood rushing through my temples...and my penis. I held Karen's feet by the heels and stared with glazing eyes at her soft, sweet, nylon-and-wine-covered toes as they cavorted just in front of my longing lips.

"C'mon, hon," Karen whispered in the midnight glare of the nearby street lamp, "have a taste. You've stopped the car. It's the middle of the night. No one's around. No more excuses, now....open up." Brushing the tips of her wiggling toes along my lips, she whispered erotically, "Bon appetite."

As had happened once already that night, my mouth was on her toes in a heartbeat. I found myself hungrily slurping them, sucking the wine from the wet nylon. I forced my tongue between her toes, even through the stubbornness of the resilient nylon. By pushing the nylon into the spaces between her toes with my tongue, I was able to isolate each toe like a nylon covered treat and suck them one by one, in addition to taking them into my mouth in warm, wiggling clusters. I could feel the nylon on my lips and tongue, taste the Chardonnay, smell the mixed scents, feel the warmth of Karen's soles in my hands and on my face. I was in toe-devouring Heaven. For yours truly, everything in the universe had suddenly ceased to exist, except Karen's hot, tasty

feet, and my oh, so grateful mouth.

On those rare occasions when I had enough mental clarity to focus on my decadent damsel, she was lying back against the car door, eyes shut, magnificent breasts heaving, mouth hanging open, moaning. One hand she had buried beneath the low cut top of her slinky black dress, cupping one of her breasts, fingers teasing a rigid nipple. Her other hand had found its way up the side slit of her dress and was exploring excitedly in the moistness that was spreading like wildfire between her legs.

Needless to say, all that fixedly viewed self-stimulation only served to stoke my own furnace still further. I sucked Karen's toes like a starving animal, staring at her, watching her revel in her own body. When I finally took her foot out of my mouth, the stocking was a drenched mess, stretched and pulled mercilessly by my lips and tongue. It was twisted to one side, hanging wetly off her toes. Over her big toe and second toe, however, the silky material clung to each like two tiny black condoms - the nylon pushed deep down between them - each protecting its chosen toe. Those two toes alone held the nylon tightly to them, refusing to set it free, each cocooned in its sticky embrace. From her middle toe outward to the little toe, the nylon was a tangled, wet mess. I stared at all this dumbly, somehow taking great pride in the carnage my mouth had wrought upon the unsuspecting nylon. It was as if the nylon was trying to keep me from those tasty toes, but I would have none of it. I'd battled that lovely but stubborn material and come away...victorious!

By that time, there was much more going on that had captured my full attention. I had begun to enjoy Karen's rather heated fondling of herself. But even as I watched her hands roaming and playing, something in the back of my mind reminded me of a delicious fact. It seemed that both Karen and I had come to this realization at the same time, as well. Despite her self-absorbed condition, however, it was she who acted upon it first.

Just as my brain realized that there was indeed another foot available for oral Chardonnay removal and nylon wrecking, and my eager hands began to act on this revelation, a just as eager foot rushed sideways from where it had been squirming against my cheek, and propelled its five attention-seeking digits point blank at my

lips. The force of their mad, mouthward rush parted my lips before I even realized it, and her toes were wiggling happily in my mouth before I could even grab her foot. Once in there, however, I took over. In no time at all,

I was sucking another five nylon-encased toes free of tasty wine, totally mangling the foot of that stocking in the process.

In the course of sucking Karen's toes on that lonely stretch of highway, and watching her all but invade her own body, I reached a critical point...as critical as that point earlier where it was either stop or miss the party. I looked at the damage my mouth had done to Karen's two nyloned feet. I was mesmerized by the odd beauty

of the wet, stretched nylon over such gorgeous feet, almost as much as I was awed by the sight of my lady squirming and moaning on the uncomfortable front passenger seat. But, sadly, I knew we had to stop. This cramped automobile was no place to conduct the remainder of our evening. There was no way we could enjoy sex the way I wanted us to in that car. I had to think of something, fast.

Glancing at the clock on the dash, I was astonished to see that it was after 2 a.m. No wonder Karen was just about humping herself! Generally, if I sucked her toes for ten minutes, she was all over me, ripping my clothes off. So I could imagine what an hour of having her toes sucked must be doing to her!

Suddenly, Karen's head shot forward, her eyes opened wide, glaring. "And just WHY have you stopped sucking my toes, sir?" she asked. "Have I offended you somehow?" She was still touching herself...her chest still rising and falling sharply. The look of lusting madness slammed into me from her glazed, angrily slitted eyes. The malevolent stare in those eyes could've brought a horde of slavering, hell-bent barbarians to their knees. I swallowed hard as I prepared to try to reason with her.

"Hon, you know I'd happily suck your toes all night. But, well, look at us...all horned out in the car. You know as well as I do that we can't...um...finish things off in here. We should piece ourselves back together and get home as fast as possible. We can take care of things much better there. Don't you agree?"

"Listen to Mr.Calm and Collected here!" she said, not looking at all like she was in agreement. "I'm about three minutes away from an orgasm here! You DO remember that I LIKE orgasms, don't you? I was THIS close!" Her thumb and forefinger less than a quarter inch apart, thrust in my direction, indicated clearly the magnitude of my possible faux pas, and the reason for her evil countenance.

"I know, hon...so was I. But I want to really, REALLY have some great sex tonight. Let's not have our first orgasms of the night like THIS...in this uncomfortable car on the highway. C'mon, lets go home...and play THERE. Okay?"

Instantly - and wordlessly on Karen's part - I felt a warm, wet foot kneading away at the bulge in my pants. "You sure you want it that way?" she said, grinning wickedly as she toe massaged that substantial bulge.

I groaned, feeling my eyes wanting to roll back up into my head and allow that penile massage to come to fruition. But, despite the intense desire to unzip my pants and allow Karen's feet to send me to ecstasy, I nearly swallowed my entire Adam's apple, and suppressed that nagging, insistent urge. "Yes," I said, more a weak exhalation than an actual spoken thought, "I do want it that way. Believe me, if we wait a little longer, the sex will be absolutely awesome." 

Karen's face was flushed crimson with lust. She gritted her teeth with the effort of reeling herself in. Slowly, she accepted that I was right - a victory in itself (or, perhaps, she was merely plotting sexual revenge). Her shoulders still slumped in disappointment, however. She resigned herself, reluctantly, to trusting my judgment. She closed her eyes and slowly got control of herself. When she removed her hand from between her legs, she waggled it at me angrily, menacingly...each snap of that finger a deadly threat.

"That's TWICE in one night you teased me with that mouth of yours. You OWE me plenty, mister! And I mean PLENTY! You got that?" Even though she seemed borderline psychotic, I could see the playfulness returning to her eyes. "You are going to sex me up BIG TIME, lover boy. Your ass is MINE tonight! If you even THINK of saying no to ANYTHING I suggest we do, that ass will be grass! Am I making myself clear, honeybear...snookums...dear heart...poopsie...sweetie?"

"Now, now, Karen," I tried to lighten the mood, "you know I'm ...."

"Drive!" she snarled, pointing out the windshield to the highway ahead. "I'm not going to tease you with my feet anymore. I'll be a good girl..for now. But know this. I'm only letting you live long enough so that I can jump

your sexy bones and use you like a manwhore. So, stomp on that gas pedal, hon. If YOU don't, I will." Then, looking down at the gnawed remains of her silky thigh highs, she added, "It seems you've ruined my stockings, anyway. It would seem silly to try to tease you with THESE at this point. But, once we get home....I OWN YOU! Got it?" She grinned at me. I could see her already planning.

"Yes, ma'am," I chuckled, reaching for the gearshift. It's always wise to say yes to deranged people.

Just as my hand firmly squeezed the shift, Karen bolted up and grabbed my face between her hands. I was surprised by the move, and briefly thought she'd changed her mind about sexing me right there in the car. But, instead, she thrust her sweet mouth against mine and sucked hard, shoving her tongue deep into my mouth. She kissed me hard like that for several minutes. By the time she was done, I could hardly breathe. My boner

was pounding on the back of my zipper like a cop trying to kick down a suspect's door.

Finally, she pulled away. Her eyes looked soft and wild at the same time. "Now drive," she said, "and get us home FAST. Or I'm going to rip your pants open and sit on your cock right here in the car. Hurry up, get going. We've got some serious fucking to do!"

I couldn't help but agree.

While I drove at possibly the speed of light - completely forgetting my earlier post-imbibement cautions - Karen busied herself by trying to straighten out the sopping mess I'd made out of the toes of her stockings. She did an admirable job of it, too. 


"Hey," she proclaimed happily, "guess you didn't ruin my stockings, after all." Trying to keep my eyes on the road, I looked over to see her tugging her hose back into shape around her toes. I knew I couldn't spend too much time looking down at her feet, because not only did that bring back vivid recent memories of my 

Chardonnay tasting, but those wet tootsies were attached to some rather mind-boggling legs as well...legs which rose ever upward from her slim ankles to shapely calves and thighs, most of which was clearly visible as her bent leg position caused her dress to be hiked all the way up to her navel. It was NOT a sight conducive to

competent driving.

After a few more minutes, I heard the rustle of Karen's dress as she began moving around again. I braced myself. I didn't know what was happening exactly, but when Karen was in "that" mood, anything was likely to happen. I kept looking forward, forcing myself to concentrate on the intermittent pulse of streetlights and the mesmerizing broken white line.

As it turns out, I didn't have to look in Karen's direction anyway. She took that option away from me. With a dull thud, her still shoeless feet plopped up on the dashboard, not more than six inches from where my white knuckles had a death grip on the steering wheel. I groaned. Karen chuckled.

"Just a little incentive," she quipped.

"Incentive?" I asked. "Incentive for what...to get us both killed, wrapped all nice and accordion-like around a telephone pole?"

She laughed. "No, silly, just incentive to drive a little faster."

"Faster?! If I drive any faster, we'll go through a time warp."

Still chuckling, she added, "Well, if you don't get me home soon, I'll be on you like white on rice, darlin'."

I sighed. I looked at the speedometer and cringed. I didn't need a time warp - my life was already flashing before my eyes. With great effort, I removed my eyes from those satiny legs and feet, forcing my head straight forward, willing my eyes not to wander. My whole body became stiff with the effort...except, it seemed, the part that Karen WANTED stiff. Oh, it was still somewhat inflated, but it had indeed lost it's "boner" status.

This, of course, didn't sit well with Karen at all. She's not one who likes being ignored when she's trying to entice you. So, I wasn't the least bit surprised when those long, nylon-clad legs slipped off the dash and soon after I felt pressure between my legs. That pressure was caused not by a playful foot, nor even a dangerously positioned spike heel, but by a quintet of grasping, groping fingers. A somewhat apprehensive - though giddy - sideways glance to my right revealed Karen's leering face in close proximity to my own.

"C'mon, honey," my little tart whispered in my ear, "I really need you. Please do get us home tout suite, oui?" As her hot breath conveyed this message to my eardrum, her right hand kneaded the once again growing tent between my thighs. "Boner" status had been re-established.

Warm lips began brushing against my earlobe. More hot breath caressed the side of my face. Eager fingers squeezed and prodded my pants. Just about then was when I heard the "zzzziiiip" noise, even through Karen's moist breaths in my ear. The sound was followed immediately by Karen's soft gasp.

"Ooooooh...now, THAT'S what I'm talking about," she sighed, nibbling my earlobe. Her hand had worked itself inside my zipper, down inside my shorts. It was brazenly fondling my throbbing package. Her hand was so warm, so persistent. It felt incredible, but it didn't help my driving skills one tiny bit.

Karen's hand had no conscience at all, apparently much like its overheated owner. It wanted what it wanted. With just that one clutching hand, she managed to fondle my cock and balls simultaneously. That, along with her nibbling lips at my ear and her warm cleavage rubbing up against my upper arm, threatened to send us careening off the road at a decidedly unsafe speed. Luckily, I still had enough strength of will to slow down the car. If I'd tried to slam on the brake and stop us toally, we'd have both shot throught the windshield like the circus Cannonball Man and sailed gracefully through the late night air until we'd landed a good mile or so in front of our hastily vacated vehicle. This, obviously, would not be a good thing.




Karen's Toes in Silky Wet Hose



"Hon...really...SERIOUSLY..." I stammered, "you have GOT to stop that."

She sighed, a melancholy sigh to be sure. She stopped fondling my genitals and sucking my earlobe. With a scowl on her face, she zipped me back up. Her cleavage, however, remained soft and hot against my arm. "Oh, all right," she pouted, slumping against me dejectedly, removing her hand from inside my pants, "but you better get me home soon...I'm warning you."

"I've been TRYING, hon. Honestly, we're flirting with death here. I kid you not."

"I can't help it. It's your own fault, you know...teasing me twice already with that hot mouth of yours. You know I can't stand having my toes sucked without getting all hot and itchy. You've only yourself to blame for my current condition."

"We're almost home, Kar...just a few more minutes and we'll be unlocking the door. I swear."

She focused on our surroundings, and nodded her agreement. "Well, still, you better not dawdle. As it is, I'm going to jump your sexy bones as soon as we get inside the front door. I'm going to fuck you into a coma as soon as you get that door shut behind us. Hell, I may not even wait for the door to be shut!"

Just as she made that ever so slightly unnerving promise - which I had no doubt she'd keep - I pulled off the main road, our modest home being only two short side streets away. I sighed and thanked God for letting us live. Karen, on the other hand, was getting jittery, expectant. She was licking her lips. Even though I didn't look directly at her until we arrived at our driveway, I could see her eyes glistening at me through the corner of my eye. My right leg was actually shaking as I pressed the brake to the floor. I couldn't tell if it was shaking from relief...or because I knew what lay ahead.

The car hadn't even come to a complete stop when Karen flung open the passenger door. Not even stopping to pick up her heels, she swung her legs out of the car. Before my door was even fully open, I heard her soft soles padding along the driveway. She was at the front door in a heartbeat. She'd apparently decided not to

wait for me to open the door, but was rummaging impatiently through her purse, searching for her own set of keys. She was opening the door just as I thumbed the keyless remote to lock the car. She stood in the open doorway, glaring at me. "Get...in...here.......NOW!" she said, disappearing into the darkness.

I smiled, almost gallopping to the door. Just as I got there, the two small lanterns over the inside of the door blazed to life, bathing a large portion of our living room in light. Something clawlike grabbed my tie and yanked me through the door. I didn't even see what caused the door to slam noisily shut behind me.

Something tore at my suit jacket, removing it with a blazing speed that nearly caused friction heat, and I saw that that blindingly fast something was my lady. Hah! "Lady" indeed! Although she was careful to unbutton my expensive jacket, not so with my shirt. Buttons flew everywhere as Karen ripped my shirt open, yanking my tie off in two or three rapid, deft moves. In the time it takes the average person to blink a few times, I was naked to my waist. Before that fact registered in my reeling mind, I was pushed backward, forced up against the side of the sofa.

"Now, sweetcakes," Karen snarled, "you're all MINE! Prepare to be ravaged, you toe teaser!"

Throwing her full weight up against me, Karen sent me reeling over the arm of the sofa, my arms and legs flailing. I bounced only once before she was on top of me again, ripping off my shoes and pouncing on my zipper for the second time in less than a half hour. Again I heard the sound of metal teeth disengaging one another. Again I felt the cool air of the outside world invading my crotch area. Again that cool air was quickly

warmed by a groping, pawing hand.

"Oh, yeah," she squealed as she ripped my throbbing woody from my pants and fondled it mercilessly. "Yeah, baby, get that cock nice and big for me. That's right. Oh, yeah, momma's got a nice, warm place for it." In seconds she'd stroked, squeezed and kissed it to full attention.

Then she attacked it in earnest. As my rock hard erection bobbed at the ceiling, Karen hiked up her dress, yanked down her panties and kicked them away. In the second or two that I instinctively looked away to try to see where she'd thrown those panties, I suddenly felt moist heat surrounding and smothering my proudly

pounding penis. Karen was sitting on it, her dress hiked up to her waist, squirming and moaning. I instantly went into ga-ga land. My eyes peeked at my brain as the sexiest woman I've ever known bounced up and down on my burning cock. If I'd had any kind of singing voice at all, I'd have begun belting out one hellacious aria!

Even though my eyes were looking up into my heated cranium, my hands reached blindly forward, unerringly finding Karen's confined breasts. With skill even I was surprised at, my hands took little time working themselves into the low-cut cleavage of the sexy dress. Taking no nonsense from the dark, silky material, my hands quickly had those two soft globes bouncing free and unfettered. Only then did my eyes roll back

down and shoot forward to see those magnificent tits jiggling in my groping paws. 

What a sight it was! Karen's face was a flushed mask of lust as she hopped up and down madly on top of me. Her delicious breasts danced and frolicked, daring my hands to try to keep hold of them. Her large areolas had become goosebumped, her defiant nipples teasing and daring me to suck or tweak them. All this while her hair flew about her head crazily and sweat trickled from her every pore.

I couldn't resist those nipples. It was tricky gaining balance on that soft, rocking sofa, but I managed to do so easier than I thought I could. Those begging nipples were an undeniable incentive,and made me capable of balance and coordination I otherwise wouldn't have had a chance in Hell of obtaining. Holding fast to Karen's breasts, squeezing and fondling them, I used her squirming form to get leverage, and sat up. No sooner had I managed to sit, than I lunged forward to suckle those screaming teats. Mmmm...so delicious. I flung my arms around Karen and mashed my face in her cleavage, kissing and licking the sweaty flesh. I sucked every inch of both glorious mams, then centered my attention on the two erect nipples. Karen arched her back and moaned loudly, her hips keeping her dripping treasure moving rhythmically as it squeezed its way up and down my shaft.

"Oh, God, Tommy...fuck me! Fuck me so hard! Oh, God, make me cum! Oh, sweet Jesus, I need to cum so bad!" A shudder wracked her squirming body from head to toe throughout every word of her exclamation.

My mouth was too busy on her soft breast flesh to reply, so I simply tried my best to thrust back into her on the soft, yielding sofa cushions. I got carried away and let my teeth nip at her sensitive nipples, which sent her over the edge. "OH, YES!! FUCK ME, LOVER...FUCK ME!!" she screamed, her head shaking from side to side, making her look more insane than ever.

Finally, with a loud scream, Karen came. Her whole body tensed in my arms. She became as rigid as a stone statue, frozen in time. But, it was merely the lull before the storm. She shuddered, moaned from somewhere in her very core. Molten lava gushed from her onto my thrusting groin. Her nails dug deeply into the flesh of my upper arms as she screamed her primal lust. Every inch of her body seemed to be moving at once. Her vaginal muscles spasmed around my penis, squeezing it as if to feel its every contour. The tightness alone had been pure heaven, but when her muscles contracted like that, it felt as if her pussy was trying to suck my cum from me, squeeze me dry. I swooned. I shuddered myself, gasping around her sweating areolas. My back was alive with a host of chills, dancing along my spine. I spurted deeply and mightily into her, the pulsing bursts seemingly unending. Likewise, Karen's juices seemed to flow without cessation. Together, fused and rutting, we clasped each other tightly, kissing and fondling as our fluids mingled between our legs. Our love words would've made a porn publisher blush. And we screamed them unashamedly, proclaiming our pleasure

to any and all who might care to listen. Thank God she HAD managed to close the front door, after all!

After our eruptions stopped, we remained sitting there on the sofa, embracing tightly, our bodies still shivering and quaking. Slowly, my seminal bursts subsided. Equally slowly - and joyously so for me - Karen's vaginal contractions lessened, though her legs continued to tremble for quite some time. Still we hugged, barely

breathing, what breaths we managed coming in staggered gasps. We swayed from side to side ever so slightly in each others' arms. Then the gentle kisses began. Satisfied kisses, happy kisses, adoring ones. Eventually, our hearts still pounding, we simply sat there in each others sweating arms. My pants were drenched. Karen's dress was soaked in many places.

Karen pushed me back again, forcing me down onto my back. She lay atop me, hugging me, her head

on my chest. Again we remained this way for some time, just touching and being touched...feeling with bodies, hearts and minds. If an instrument existed which could locate human souls, I'd venture to guess that had it been trained on Karen and I at that precise moment in time, it would've registered but a single soul.

At length, Karen sat up, sliding to one side to aide my shrinking member in exiting her body. Just before she allowed it to escape completely, she clamped her vaginal muslces on it one last time, then set it free with a dull, wet plopping sound. 

"Oh, thank God," she said, slipping to a sitting position on the floor. "I thought I was going to burst in the car. Sorry that was such a quick hump, my love, but I needed that orgasm really, REALLY bad! You know, you can drive like an old man sometimes, dear heart."

"Slow?! Old man?! You call that...!" I shook my head. I knew it was no good to argue. I'd already told her that I'd almost broken the sound barrier to get us home fast, but she was so horny by that point that I was sure she'd always remember it her own way...and no amount of logic or facts could ever change that. So, I gave up trying before I even began. I simply sighed, winked at her, and said, "I'll try to drive faster next time, Kar." And then I shuddered at the thought.

"You do that. Don't EVER get me that horny again and then take your sweet time getting us home. Or, trust me, next time I WILL rape you in the car, whether you pull over or not!" She stood up, stretching slowly, swaying from side to side. Finally, she looked back at me as I still sat on the sofa. "I'm going to go upstars and wash up. Don't you go getting sleepy, man o' mine. That dick of yours still has some more

work to do." Then, thinking about it, she edited her statement, "Or...maybe your tongue this time. Or maybe both? Hmm....so many options. Whatever. Just don't go even THINKING about sleep. Understood? Your life is on the line here. I want that VERY clear, darlin'. That quickie we just had was nothing more than a tune-up." She turned and headed for the stairs to the bedroom, wiggling her bottom for my benefit. She knows that always gets me sweating.

Under my breath I joked to myself, "It's not the first time tonight my life's been hanging in the balance." I chuckled quietly and engaged in a very satisfying stretch myself before heading upstairs.

Following closely behind Karen as she ascended the stairs, I watched her ass move so sweetly in the tight dress. I caught her sheer, silky legs as they lifted purposefully, one in front of the other. Halfway up the stairs, I undid my belt and dropped my pants, deciding to let them spend the night on the steps. My socks and sopping underwear made it as far as the upstairs landing. Karen was just dropping her dress onto the floor in the doorway to the bedroom, her kissable bottom naked and tempting. She wore only her gossamer stockings by the time she reached the shower.

Completely naked, I walked to the bathroom behind her, admiring her incredible form every inch of the way. Grinning from ear to ear as I ogled her, I leaned against the frame of the door. She stretched again, turned to look at me briefly. "As soon as I'm done with a quick bath, we're doing round two. DON'T fall asleep. I'll be done in a few minutes, tops!" She turned and slid open the shower door.

Standing in the doorway, watching her sexy back and smiling, I thought to myself, "Oh, no, my sweet....that's not how I see it at all.



Just as Karen slid the shower door completely open, it struck me what she'd said. "You're taking a bath?" I asked. "That'll take forever. Besides, what's the point? I mean, if you want round two, we're BOTH just gonna get all sticky again anyway. Why don't we take a bath or shower together AFTERWARDS?"

The smile she flashed at me was a kind of whimsical one. She cocked her head to one side and I could see her tongue must've been pressing against the inside of her cheek, making it puff out. She was definitely pondering something. She looked down between my legs, and saw a goodly amount of interest still visible there. "In a hurry?" she asked.

"Well, following you up the stairs DID kinda pique my interest again. But, seriously, what's the point of a bath now?"

"Well, maybe I should qualify my statement a little. I'm not really taking a bath, bath. I'm just going to...well..." she sighed, then placed her hands on her hips, her face donning a very practical look. That pose registered sharply on my brain - Karen naked except for sheer thigh highs, standing with her hands on her hips and her legs slightly spread apart. My eyes darted from her still sweat-shiny breasts to her wet bush

to her silky legs. My penis rose to get its own look at her. "All I'm really going to do," she continued, her eyes darting between my legs again, "is get out of these stockings and wash my feet. They're all sticky from the wine...and from SOMEONE'S busy mouth. Now, scoot. Be naked and ready for me when I'm done."

She waved me off with one hand and turned back to the tub. Maybe it was my already heated condition, or maybe it was the fact that her comment about her wine-sticky feet started niggling at my brain; either way, when she bent down to turn on the faucet, the sight of her smooth, round ass and that enticing pussy taking

turns winking at me, started a liftoff sequence somewhere behind my cock. And when she turned the tub's hot and cold valves, that little bit of movement made her thighs and bottom jiggle ever so slightly, ever so sweetly. I looked down to see a grade-A erection throbbing and revving up for action. Bobbing and engorged, it sent signals to my brain to inform it that any kind of higher thought processes were no longer required. My brain happily shut down, and let my penis take over. By the time Karen had put the plug in the drain, it was all over for her.

I was across the bathroom and rubbing my crotch against Karen's bottom in three quick strides. The shrill squeal that ripped from her lungs was a combination of surprise and glee. I started pawing my lady all over, rubbing every part of her my hands could get at. Still bent over, she reached desperately for the shower wall, hoping for support and balance. But her purchase was a slippery one at best. Too hot to notice her predicament, I was squeezing her breasts from behind and dry-humping her ass and crotch. When I grabbed my hardon in one hand and tried to aim it between her legs, she lost her balance. She gasped and fell forward, with me still fast up against her. The only way she could get herself stable again was to bring one leg up over the rim of the tub and put it in inside it. Just as she managed to balance herself, one leg in the tub and one leg out, I got a good grip on her hips and was able to thrust my pounding hardon home into that sweet, dewy nest. Ahh, sweet Nirvana. However, that thrusting home of good, solid wood proved to be Karen's final undoing.

She tumbled forward, catching herself on one wall section of the tub's rim. Out of necessity, her second leg stumbled clumsily over the porcelain rim. With tepid water cascading down on her other hand as it lay pressed against the floor of the tub, and me affixed like duct tape to her back, Karen started to laugh, but the laughter got quickly strangled out of existence by her sighs.

One her knees, one hand down in the rising water and the other holding onto the tub rim for dear life, she slammed her bottom against my crotch as if to say, "C'mon, big boy....give me all ya got!" For my part, I certainly did my utmost to comply.

In the years that I'd known Karen to that point, we'd never done it doggie-style in the shower before (though we've done so many times since). But, there we were...me groping away at her dangling boobs and shoving home the bacon. The immediacy of our situation made it all just feel oh, so right. The water was warm, but

Karen was MUCH warmer...and easily as wet as the flowing water.

I have to admit, I did some of my best fucking at that particular moment in time. Everything that had happened so far that evening came flooding back into my memory, and then charged from my memory cells directly to my penis, energizing it as it rammed directly into Heaven's portal. I was astounded - and yes, surprised - at my cock's resilience given the circumstances of its having only recently relinquished its load into my honey

just moments ago.

Somehow, amidst all of this - and impressively so - Karen had the sense to turn off the water. But even this small movement on her part, making her bottom wiggle yet again, drove me madder than ever. In my sizzling brain it was as if her ass was teasing me, begging me to slam against it ever harder. So, that's exactly what

I did. One can never doubt my willingness to accommodate the wishes of Karen's tempting backside.

After turning off both valves, Karen put both hands on the floor of the tub, even leaning down onto her elbows to thrust her bottom up at me. I rewarded her gift with a gift of my own. Reluctantly leaving her tits alone for a bit, I reached around her hips and played with my fingers in her pussy while I continued to hump her as hard as I possibly could. Everything - every inch of both of us - seemed to get wet at once, and having nothing whatsoever to do with the water in the tub.

When I felt her tremble and heard her long, loud moans, I found her clit with my fingertips. Pressing my chest against her back I thrust over and over, deeper and deeper, my fingers teasing their knobby prize. Normally, that little pearl would be very sensitive immediately following a good orgasm - and no doubt it was - but its receptiveness to my caress was testament to just how horny Karen truly was. Her body began to quake, and she shivered as if she had a dangerously high fever. Her lowered head and the churning water caused her gasps to create occasional bubbles in the mere four inches or so of water in the tub.

I came like a rocket. I heaved myself into her as hard as I could. Our bodies shook as they slapped together. Water splashed up and over our calves and thighs...and higher still. With a moan that sounded like it came from behind her navel, Karen came. Again her vaginal muscles sucked my cock, draining it of every drop of love fluids.

We slammed against each other like mindless animals. Ironically, we dehydrated ourselves there in that roiling water. Liquids vacated our bodies with as much force as had come from the faucet earlier. We groped and shuddered and twitched, two pairs of knees becoming sore on the groaning bath mat. I once again filled Karen with my seed, and she once again blissfully accepted every drop of it. In return, she anointed my straining groin with her own love juices. When we finally collapsed into the warm water, our bodies were still jerking, still forcing sexual fluids out of us. We basked in the sensuality of it...the majority of the rutting completed, but our exhausted bodies still entwined and racked with spasms. But, if I'd thought Karen was finished, she would soon correct that laughably erroneous thought. 




Karen's Toes in Silky Wet Hose



As we lay in the calmed water, my lips caressing Karen's shoulder, she rolled away from me suddenly. When I groggily looked up at her, she was sitting beside me, her derriere mere inches from my glassy eyes. She leaned away from me, letting me visually feast on her bottom. Just the sight of it made my tiredness vanish. She put one foot up on my stomach, bending her leg at the knee. I now had a point blank view of her

drenched and matted pubes. Wickedly, she splashed water between her legs. "Just washing up a bit." she grinned, watching my eyes focus on her succulent pussy.

She slid her bottom closer still to my face. She splashed water all over it "You always have liked my ass, haven't you, sweetie?" she asked coyly. "You like being close to it, don't you?"

All I could do was nod, watching water splash up onto her cheeks, and then slowly dribble back down into the tub. I could see water - and other - droplets glistening on the sparse, curly hairs of her sex. If she'd had her butt any closer to my face, I'd have smelled all those hot, sweaty scents...and I'd more than likely have had just two choices: feast on those sweaty treats, or have a stroke.

"Now," she said, breaking my trance, "since you seem to like my stockinged feet so much, I'm going to give you a nice, silky foot job. Would you like that?"

My eyes nearly left their sockets. I looked past the upper curve of her ass to see her grinning face. I nodded eagerly, only barely noting the evil look in her eyes. Still, though ecstatic at the prospect of Karen's feet stroking me to heaven, I found myself groaning. I'd already had two rather explosive orgasms, and I was feeling a bit...wasted. Besides that, I feared my poor, exhausted willy would possibly disappoint my obviously insatiable lover. Doubt and exhaustion, I was afraid, would gang up on me and keep my stalwart soldier from taking the hill one more time. But Karen didn't give me time to worry over that dreadful possibility.

"But," she continued, apparently not perceiving - or just not putting any stock in - my fears, "you've been a bad boy, jumping me from behind like that. So your 'punishment' is...while I'm rubbing my wet, silky toes all over that delicious cock of yours, I want YOU to nuzzle your handsome face in my pussy and kiss it nice for me. Would you mind, honeybun?" She slid her bottom back another couple of inches. She lifted one leg to show me exactly where I was to nuzzle and kiss. With another tired groan, I realized I was sporting another woody.

I couldn't help but admire Karen's uncanny ability to pump new life into an exhausted willy. Realizing I was probably going to be sore after this one, I nonetheless decided to suck it up and give all I've got for my horny lady. A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. My lady deserves no less.

"Mmmm, I see you're interested after all," she cooed. "Wonderful. So, here, let me get things started."

Bracing herself on one arm, almost lying down on her side, she captured my penis between her feet, the drenched nylon feeling smoother than ever. Up and down she stroked my shaft with her toes and soles. My eyes rolled up in my head and my mouth fell open in pure, unadulterated joy.

"Now it's your turn, sexy." she said. "I'm doing my part, now you do yours. Give my pretty pussy a kiss...a nice, long, licky wet one. Your mouth's open anyway...might as well fill it with something nice and sweet." Coincidentally, I was thinking the same thing.

The nylon and Karen's playful toes instanly made my cock rock hard and got it throbbing nicely. This in turn instantly churned my brain into a puddle of goo again. And when I get that way, I want to kiss, lick or nibble something...ANYTHING! And my devilishly wicked woman knows this all too well.

Her hand on the back of my head, nudging it forward, was "assistance" I really didn't need, but I went with it anyway. In reality, I was in such a hurry to taste her sugary nest that I dare say I left her "encouraging" hand far behind. My face was buried in her glistening treasure in an instant. I held onto her ass as I nuzzled and kissed her pussy like a lovesick pup. My love - much more acrobatic and limber than I'd previously known her to be - kept her promise with her wet-hosed feet on my throbbing love muscle. 

When she worked her feet along my shaft by wiggling her toes like tiny fingers along its length, I got much more energetic with my lips between her legs. But when she rubbed her nylon-smooth soles up and down, up and down, squeezing along my cock...I shuddered and sighed into her carpet.

It wasn't long before I was lapping her as if I was a dehydrated man at a fountain, my tongue probing deep. I sucked at her juicy folds and orally worshipped her entire pussy, gasping and moaning whenever her feet performed some particularly arousing deed at my crotch. The more she stimulated my cock, the more I

sucked and licked her pussy. Energy begat energy. Enthusiasm inflamed enthusiasm. The cycle of lust.

Water got in my ear as I lay on my side lapping Karen's slit. I hardly noticed it. Half my head was in water; ALL of my head was buried between her thighs. Surprisingly, as turned on as we both were, we both managed to keep up our stimulation of the other. Despite the shudders Karen's feet were giving me, I never once slacked off with my tongue. In fact, the hotter I got, the more my tongue impressed Karen. Likewise, though she was quivering from my tongue's probings, and she was twisted like a pretzel in order to be eaten while she gave me a glorious foot job, her mischievous toes never let up in their attack on my head, shaft and testicles. Our ability to hunker down for a long, slow pleasuring session was no doubt due to the fact that two previously experienced orgasms had ended the urgency and immediacy of our lovemaking.

A deliciously long time later, we were both gasping and squirming in that warm water. I could feel Karen's thighs quaking against the sides of my face. I felt her pre-orgasmic tremblings on every part of her body I touched. And I'm sure she felt mine. Together - she stroking mightily, me licking persistently - we jerked and spasmed as if someone were intermittently jolting us with electric cables.

"Oh, yes, honey...YES....you have the most INCREDIBLE tongue! Don't stop...don't EVER stop licking me!"

I only stopped licking long enough to reply, "You hot bitch, you...your feet...drive me nuts....in every way!

God...Karen... you are...the sexiest woman...ever!" I seldom use the word "bitch" during sex, but I seemingly

had no choice this time; it had ripped itself from my throat totally unbidden. I don't think Karen heard it anyway, or, if she had, it only served to increase her passion.

"Shut up and lick!" she squealed, pushing her ass back against my head, forcing it to bounce against the side of the tub. My head and face were now held captive under her ass and pussy. And I wouldn't have had it any other way. Gasping for air, I nonetheless zeroed in on her clitoris...my tongue and lips attacking it with vigor yet again. I do so love lapping that sweet bulb.

Despite copious pre-orgasmic quaking, we must've been like that for quite some time, feet stroking, lips and tongue tasting deeply. I'm certain we burned thousands of calories in shivers and trembles alone. Finally, Karen came. With a loud gasp, she started writhing about in the water. I felt warmth gushing onto my face. I savored the sweet taste of her fluids, lapping and sucking them down into my throat. Squeezing her ass firmly, I pulled her pussy tight against my face, enjoying every warm drop of her. 

I gasped into her muff and nearly bit her clit when my reddening penis exploded skyward. Spurt after glorious spurt rocketed upward, sticky dewdrops of cum spattering the walls and sides of the tub...and marring the smooth, silken beauty of Karen's calves and thighs. When my orgasm ebbed, the milky liquid dribbled from my helmet's tiny slit, down onto Karen's nylon-covered toes - the toes I'd so eagerly and energetically sucked

not so long ago. She continued to stroke me for a while, the slick cum making her talented feet glide that much more smoothly and effortlessly along my shaft. Enjoying immensely her stockinged feet stroking my cock - and having become mellow following her orgasm - she giggled playfully as she felt it soften ever so slightly between her soles. She enjoyed squeezing it between her feet, no doubt reveling in the symbolism of the act - that my cock was putty for her feet to play with. But she was nonetheless determined to keep it from softening completely...for her own evil reasons.

But, alas, stroking alone could not revive my spent pistol. Pouting, Karen took her feet from my tool, but still remained sitting next to my head. She sighed when she saw it continue to sag, a sad vestige of its former exuberance and ruggedness. 

When all was said and done, my face was covered in Karen's sweet, tasty cum; her toes, having already been bathed in wine, were now also sticky with my warm, milky cream. Again we slumped, exhausted. Karen leaned against the side of the tub, chest heaving. I lay on my back, happily tasting oxygen for the first time in a while. She smiled as she stroked my cock - with her hand this time - fondling it as it deflated slowly, though that very fondling did delay its collapse considerably. I had a goonish grin on my face as I again admired her backside and the mesmerizing slit beneath it. I unashamedly rolled over and kissed her ass - sublimely happy, grateful kisses. I kissed her backside so enthusiastically that she giggled and squirmed. She was perfectly happy to let me kiss it as long as I liked.

Kissing her bottom led to soft nibbles on it, quick little licks, then more passionate kisses. I even took an occasional chunk of her butt in my mouth and sucked on it, leaving little purple hickeys all about her ass. I found myself admiring those tiny bruises with a certain amount of pride. After all, they were proof that my lucky mouth had been all over Karen's lovely backside. She squirmed and giggled throughout. I was having so much fun playing with her behind that I never noticed my penis proudly rising from it's former exhaustion. That fact, however, was NOT lost on Karen. I heard her sigh clearly, though I had no idea what had caused it. I foolishly thought my butt-nibbling was the source of her pleasure. Not so. And my sexy siren had still more in store for me.

Seeing how quickly and easily my cock rose just from the simple joy of kissing her gorgeous ass, Karen watched me smooch her tush for a few minutes, her mind working at supersonic speed, calculating, plotting...conniving. I couldn't actually see her face, so engrossed was I in butt-kissing (and working my lips down lower as often as possible), but somehow I sensed her evil grin. Even though I couldn't see her leering at me, my body shivered. I knew subconsciously that if Karen had stopped playing with my body, she was planning something...or she was dead. And I was pretty damn sure it wasn't the latter.

Encouraged by my slowly rising staff, my lady love once again took things into her own hands. "Honey," she cooed, "would you mind if I suck your cock for you?" My penis rose to full mast in one nanosecond. She squealed her approval. The next thing I knew she was lying alongside me, one hand tugging my penis

toward her face. I felt her hot breath first, then the even hotter sensation of her tongue licking along my shaft. My eyes took yet another trek up into my skull. I shuddered and grinned a stupid grin.

But this was not all my lady had planned for me. I could almost hear her wicked laugh...though it was cut short when her mouth surrounded the head of my penis and shot downward, taking my throbbing muscle deep into her moist oral cavity. I thought I was in heaven, but this was merely the cobblestone path leading to it.

Karen took her lovely derriere away from my admiring eyes, rolling herself onto her other side to allow herself to gobble my penis with more precision and accuracy. I mourned the loss of her succulent hindquarters to feast upon, but I needn't have mourned for long. She had a replacement for it.

Still sucking me like a seasoned pro, she slid over until her right hip nestled against mine. Lifting her legs, she swung her feet over my head and plopped them down wetly onto my grinning face. Her thighs, calves and feet were completely drenched with warm water. It squeezed from the nyloned soles of her feet with a wet, slapping sound as they collided with my face. My cheeks, forehead and chin felt instantly as if they'd been immersed in the tepid liquid as water trickled down the sides of my face. Unconsciously, it registered on my mind that the water had washed most of my pearly dewdrops from her hose, but there was still a faint, distant trace of it on her insteps and at the base of her toes.

"Mmmm.....how's this, Tommy? You like my wet, silky feet all over you? Wanna suck the water out of them like you did the wine? Go ahead....but let me play first."

Before I could even grasp the meaning of what had happily befallen my lucky face, Karen started rubbing her drenched, stockinged feet all over my face...with great, energetic gusto. I could barely breath under those marauding feet. I felt my face contorting under their ceaseless assault. Water squeezed from the nylon and was now streaming down my face on all sides. When her toes invaded my eye sockets, water filled them like puddles in New York City potholes. She shoved one foot into my mouth, and I happily sucked warm water from her sweet, soggy toes, sighing and slurping loudly.

Rubbing one persistent foot in my face, and feeling me again passionately sucking the toes of the other, Karen heated up again instantly. She gobbled my penis as far into her mouth as she could get it, and happily sucked it for all she was worth. She moaned around my throbbing shaft, even as her hands fondled and squeezed my wet sack. Naturally, I spread my legs wide for her. Wouldn't want to hinder anything she might enjoy, after all.

As she fondled and sucked me, she kept her feet mashing my face. "Oh, yeah," she said, purposely trying to ignite my fire even further, "I love the taste of your cock, hon. I could suck this all night. Are my feet bothering you, sweetie? Should I stop rubbing them in your face? If it's annoying you, I can take them away if you like."

Now she was getting cruel. Two could play THAT game. "Not at all," I said, removing her foot from my hot, sucking mouth briefly, "Here, let me help you." I took her foot and rubbed it hard on my lips, my tongue lapping at the nylon on the bottoms of her toes. Then I opened my mouth and switched feet, taking her other foot deeply into its warmth, sucking her toes hard and long. She sighed, and dove down instantly on my bobbing member again, sucking it easily as hard as I was sucking her toes. As with our childish tongue duel earlier, this had become a competition. We slurped like that for a few minutes, each trying to out-suck the other. But, then, I'd had enough. It was time to get serious about this.

Keeping her toes in my mouth, I reached up along her leg and captured the top of her stocking, ripping it down with determined hands. Water squeezed out from the nylon onto my fingers as I slid the silky thigh high down her thigh, calf and eventually over the heel of her foot. When I got the material over her heel, I took her foot out of my mouth, pulled the nylon quickly over her instep, and yanked it forcefully over her toes and off her foot. As soon as the stocking cleared her toes, I shoved them immediately back into my mouth, sucking those bare piggies as if I'd missed them all my life. Those ecstatic toes wiggled in my mouth with renewed vigor; Karen squealed and squirmed. That increased energy manifested itself in yet more passionate sucking at my groin. I nearly bit her toes.

Karen began huffing and puffing as she savored my cock. Her head moved like a well-oiled piston, up and down, her lips nearly causing friction burns along my shaft. God, it was incredible! Her entire body was bouncing with the effort of her sucking lips.

The foot I wasn't sucking, still encased in its nylon cocoon, pushed and prodded my face as I sucked its mate. Nyloned toes mangled my ear, cheek, eyeballs, nose and chin. The toes in my mouth wiggled and danced. The toes outside mauled the life out of my face. Finally, I captured that other foot, and sucked it

along with the bare one. Bare toes and nyloned ones wiggled side by side between my lips. Karen squirmed her approval. Her lips showed their appreciation.

Somewhere during this marathon toe-sucking I managed to remove her other stocking. Sopping wet, it clung to my upper arm, wrapping itself snakelike around it. Now I had ten naked piggies to feast upon. My lips and tongue wasted no time tasting them. Karen squirmed more than ever, sucked harder than ever. I could feel my molten salvo working itself into firing position. Another irreversible liftoff sequence had been engaged.

With Karen squirming around so much, sloshing water somehow caught my attention. It was churning around her lovely ass, which had become visible again as she changed positions rapidly in her impassioned state. Even with a mouthful of toes, I grinned. It was my turn to plan.

Holding her two feet with one arm around the backs of her calves just above her heels, I freed up my other hand for other...duties. Sucking back and forth from one set of toes to the other, I aimed my free hand directly toward the dripping slit that peeked at me from below those previously nibbled cheeks. My fingers entered the soft folds of her sex and probed into them inch by inch, playful yet determined.

The instant I slid two fingers deep inside her easily plundered opening, Karen shuddered and lightly nipped the tip of my cock with her teeth. I winced, but ever so slightly. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on sucking her dripping toes and fingering her sweet, hot portal. She was practically crawling around the tub now, the mere few inches of water splashing as high as the top edge of the tub. She moaned constantly around my penis, her head bobbing at the speed of light.

I wiggled my fingers deep inside her. She slid half of her body on top of me, giving my fingers free access to her downy treasure. I let go of her feet, holding her toes in my mouth by lip strength alone, or letting her shove them wherever she wanted to. This now freed up my other hand as well, and while one invaded her opening, the other sought out her smooth, jiggling ass. She was squeezing my cock in one tight fist, sucking it like an unstoppable jackhammer and kneading my balls in her other palm. I was ready to explode.

She started snorting and panting like a raging bull. She squirmed on top of me. I panted around her toes, slipping stubborn fingers deep into her while teasing her clit from behind, from inside her, with those selfsame probing digits. Up and down went Karen's head; slurp, slurp slurp went her insatiable mouth. My tongue bathed her toes, and every inch of both her dripping feet. My fingers invaded her core. We were both rolling around in the water like flopping, beached porpoises. We panted and snorted and grunted, mouths so busy that the sounds barely escaped them. Fingers, tongues and mouths worked with diligence and passion to please the other.

I exploded into Karen's mouth so strongly I thought I was going to twist a muscle in my back. My hips bucked as I filled her mouth with liquid that seemed to rip itself most urgently from me. Karen took a bit longer, but finally creamed around my burrowing fingers. Her moan sounded more like the growl of some angry animal. She kicked me on both sides of my head and heatedly thrust her squirting pussy against my fingers. We became moaning, shuddering heaps of flesh, squirming and bellowing our lust...and our release. It was joyously long and sweet. Not nearly as quickly ended as that first supersonic encounter on the sofa.




Karen's Toes in Silky Wet Hose



It seemed hours before the shuddering and cumming stopped. Water had splashed well up along the walls and out onto the tiled floor. Karen slumped on top of me, her calves on either side of my head, and her panting face next to my limp member. I think she was blissfully asleep within thirty seconds of the end of her orgasm.

Horndog that I am, I couldn't resist one last look up between her legs. The last thing I can remember thinking before I passed out myself was, "Mmm...what an incredible ass." Somewhere, seemingly light years away, I heard a dull thud, mixed with a soft splashing sound. I had every intention of lifting my head to investigate, but following my "incredible ass" thought, all the movement I could muster was turning my head to my left and kissing Karen's ankle. Before the kiss was even completed, I was knocking on the Sandman's door, fast on the heels of my already snoozing lady.

Natural sunlight had barged through the bathroom window and had already claimed victory over the weaker artificial glow of the overhead light, by the time Karen and I slowly climbed our way out of slumber. Even before we were totally awake, we were smiling and stretching our pleasure. Sexual tension had existed between us all that previous day, from the time I was painting her toes right up until she body slammed me down onto the sofa to ride me like a bucking bronco. But all that tension had drained from us, ending up swirling in the shallow water like an oily residue. All that was left now, was smiling, hugging and basking in each other's presence.

Karen had slid off of me at some point in her slumber, and lay on her back grinning at the ceiling. I sat up, turned myself around, and lay next to her, embracing her and kissing her gorgeous lips over and over. Our kisses were tender, loving. We sighed more than we actually breathed. We simply enjoyed being together,

caressing and adoring. It was sweet, idyllic, gentle love.

After a bit, Karen began to laugh. When I looked at her like she'd finally gone over the precipice, she pointed to the end of the tub by our feet. I looked where her finger indicated, and there I saw what gave her the giggles. There, sitting on the corner rim of the tub, our kitten, Irish Eyes, was purring. She was dripping wet, obviously having fallen into the tub at some point (presumably the noise I'd heard earlier but hadn't the strength to investigate), her hair matted and sticking out in several directions at once. Draped over the top of her head, hung up on one ear and dangling alongside her whiskered face, was one of Karen's sopping wet thigh highs. The other end was dangling somewhere outside the tub, out of view. She eyed the two of us curiously, as if we were both quite insane, or at least fairly amusing. As we looked back at her, equally amused, it almost seemed as if that purring kitten, Irish Eyes, might even be...smiling...at us. It was a whimsical sight, indeed.

Karen sat up and removed her hose from the bemused cat, found her other one in the water, and then unplugged the drain. We found ourselves wishing we could just shake ourselves, like animals do, to dry ourselves, but had to opt for the conventional towel-drying method instead. We dried ourselves, shambled into the bedroom and plopped into bed. Bathroom cleanup would have to be saved for later. We were exhausted.

We slipped under the covers, cuddled in a tightly curled "spoons" position, and drifted off again. We slept in that day, staying in bed until early afternoon.

But, well, in all honesty, we didn't sleep the ENTIRE time. What would've been the fun in THAT?!

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"Karen's Toes in Silky Wet Hose" copyright Bacomicfan/Mike, 2004