0 comments/ 133786 views/ 3 favorites Fun With Karen By: The Rackman This evening I was sitting out on the patio when my best friend Ray (who is a firefighter) and one of his buddies drove by in Ray's pickup. When they saw me outside they turned around and came back. Because he is a fireman and also rather active, Ray stays in pretty good shape. He also has a cock on him like a telephone pole. The first time I ever saw it was when he used it on my wife Susan but that's a whole other story. Ray's friend Greg is a quite a bit younger than Ray and I, probably 30 something, very handsome, very well built and very black. I had met him a number of times before as the three of us had been out drinking together several times. Greg is a super nice guy and I always enjoy his company. Ray said they were on their way for a drink and I should tag along. I thought that sounded like a great idea and asked where they were headed. He said the usual place and I said that was fine as it was a quiet little neighborhood bar but there were frequently some decent looking babes hanging around there. As we walked in the front door, Bill the bartender saw us and nodded toward the back of the room( knowing we were usually trolling for pussy). There at a small table in the corner sat a 40 something couple and the female half was quite something to behold. We ordered a round of margaritas (our usual) and Bill said that was what the folks in the back were drinking as well so I said make a whole pitcher of them and we'll go back and make their acquaintance. They had seen us come in and looked a little mystified when we started walking their direction with the pitcher of rather strong (that's the way Bill makes them for us) 'ritas. We grabbed some chairs from a nearby table and gathered 'round their table and sat down. We introduced ourselves and said they looked lonely sitting back here all by themselves and that since she was the only female in the place we hoped he didn't mind sharing her company. They said their names were Ron and Karen and they guessed they didn't mind if we joined them. That's when I noticed that Karen was wearing a very loose fitting semi-low cut top and when she leaned across the table to shake hands with us she was putting on quite a show as she had not bothered with a bra that evening. Even though her breasts were not large they were beautifully shaped and very suckable. As we sat down I also noticed the sleeve holes of the blouse were very large and when she moved during conversation the view from the side was fantastic as well. Her brown, quarter sized aureoles were clearly visible through the sleeve holes of the blouse and as I blatantly starred at her chest those hard little nipples began to rise and threatened to poke a hole in the shirt. It was about then that I noticed Ray and Greg were also aware of the show Karen was putting on and they too were making no bones about their interest. We commented to Ron how beautiful and sexy his wife was and how we appreciated his sharing her with us. Karen just blushed and Ron seemed a little dazed like he couldn't even believe how bold we were being. Trying to figure out how I could get more peaks at her hot little body I asked if they played pool as I knew there was a pool table in the backroom. They seemed a little hesitant but with the three of us encouraging them they finally agree to join us. So we took the pitcher of 'ritas and headed for the back room. As we entered the pool room I refilled everyone's glasses and then sent Ray back to the bar for a refill and told Ron and Karen to drink up as more were on the way and they're no good warm. I then challenged Karen to the first game, put a quarter in the machine, released the balls and racked them up. I told Karen it was lady's choice if she wanted to break or not and she said since she was very good at pool she'd let me break. Well, what I wanted was Karen leaning over that table taking shots so I made certain that nothing went in on the break and then it was Karen's turn to shoot. As she bent over to line up for a shot it made little difference where in the room you were standing, because either from the down the front or either side you could get a great view of her delicious tits, and from the back you could feast your eyes on an ass that was to die for which was tightly incased in a pair of jeans about a half size too small. Well, Karen missed her shot and Greg said it was because she was too tense and told her to drink up so she could loosen up a bit. So, down the hatch went a large gulp of her drink and I said that each time one of us missed a shot we had to take a drink and then proceeded to intentionally do just that. I drank and then waited as Karen moved to the table. Predictably she missed the shot as I am a half way decent pool player and in the process of the intentional miss I had buried the cue ball leaving her with no shot. By then Ray had returned with another pitcher of margaritas and topped off everybody's glasses and then sat down along the wall next to Ron and engaged him in conversation while watching the action out of the corner of his eye. After enjoying her gyrations trying to get a shot at the ball we then watched as Karen gulped another large portion of her drink after missing. Ron said she better go easy on the drinks as they hadn't eaten dinner yet and she was drinking on an empty stomach. No one paid much attention to him as I stepped up and proceeded to make a shot so the whole thing would not look too phony, followed by a miss to return the shot to Karen. Karen then made a shot so we raised our glasses to toast her success there by getting her to take a drink anyway. We could tell by her movements and the way she slurred certain words that she was beginning to feel the drinks. She missed her next shot and Greg told her she was still too stiff and was holding the cue stick the wrong way. He slipped up behind her and while reaching around to coach her on how to hold the stick pushed his now rather pronounced bulge against the tight little ass. As he worked with her grip he also worked his cock against her ass and his hands were brushing her tits. This did not escape Ron's attention and as he looked like he was about ready to say something Ray pointed to a beer poster on the wall with a well endowed Babe on it and commented on how hot she looked causing Ron to look away from the action momentarily. Karen seemed a little confused by all that was happening but did not protest when I walked over to join them and assist Greg in showing her how to line up a shot. As I took over working with her hands on the cue stick Greg pulled his hands back and boldly cupped her breasts as he continued to fuck her through her jeans. As she looked up at me as if to ask what was going on I turned to face her, placed my hand behind her head and proceeded to kiss her. She resisted slightly at first but as I pushed my tongue against her lips Greg let one hand drop down to her crotch and began to rub her pussy through the jeans. That did it. She opened her mouth to let me french kiss her and my free hand reached inside the neck of her loose blouse to play with her now abandoned tittie. Greg pulled her up straight and I reached down and grabbed the bottom of the blouse and pulled it upward releasing the kiss only long enough to let the blouse pass over her head. By now Ray had stood up and moved toward us saying hey guys don't leave me out. Ron, meanwhile, just sat there dumbfounded half not believing what was happening to his pretty wife and half getting excited from it. As Ray arrived six hands began to caress and fondle Karen and work on getting her jeans off. Greg then dropped his pants and as we turned Karen around he pushed her back onto the pool table and lifted her lovely white legs with his coal black hands. Greg then moved his huge black cock toward her now dripping pussy as Ray and I played with her tits with one hand as we released our pants with the other. Karen was spell bound looking down at Greg's big black dick and then began to moan as he slowly slid it inside her. As Greg began to fuck her Ray climbed onto the pool table and began to rub his equally big cock against her face. As he slipped it into her mouth Greg began to pound her hard with his cock and I took one titty in my mouth and began to work on it as I played with the other. My free hand was pumping on my hard cock. It wasn't long before Greg had dumped his load in Karen and I immediately moved around to take his place. As I slid my hard cock into her sloppy wet hole Greg looked down at his big black cock dripping with his cum and Karen's pussy juice and said, "Somebody needs to clean this mess up" and with that he pulled Ray off the table and got up on it himself and proceeded to clean his black cock in Karen's pretty little mouth. She seemed to love to taste and the perversion of sucking a black cock as she really got into it causing her to fuck back hard at me causing me to blow my wad in short order. As I pulled out Ray said "now baby, we've saved best for last, let me show you how a real man fucks." And he moved around to take his turn. Karen pulled her head back from Greg's cock to mumble something about needing to rest but Greg shoved his dick back into her mouth and said she'd have plenty of time to rest later. As I stepped back from the action to enjoy watching my two friends gangbang this hot babe from each end I looked over and saw Ron had his dick out and was pumping on it, obviously hot from watching how his pretty little wife had been transformed into our slut. Ray was pounding away so hard he was moving the pool table and it appeared that all three of them were headed for a huge climax at about the same time. I had not noticed before but Bill had evidently locked the place up and had come back to watch the action in the pool room. But he was to be disappointed if he expected a piece of the action because Karen climaxed so hard she passed out on the table. I asked Bill to get us a wet bar cloth and we proceeded to clean her up and put her clothes back on. Her husband continued to sit quietly by the wall taking it all in amazement. We finished dressing Karen and then ourselves and as we walked back out into the bar Ron was helping her off the table and toward the door. Bill unlocked the door and they left quietly. We never did find out who they were or where they were from, Bill said he had never seen them in there before. But from the reckless abandon with which she fucked and sucked us once she got into it, we figured that pussy had seen lots of action before she finally settled down with Ron and we hoped we had rekindled a desire for that kind of action again. We go there frequently and we're hoping Karen liked the royal fucking she got enough that she'll be wanting to stop by there again sometime soon. Fun with Karen "You have a really beautiful cock," she said. I looked up at her and felt myself start to swell again. She was so beautiful. Her name was Karen. We'd been seeing each other for just two months, although I had been quietly lusting after her for almost a year. "I love the way it looks after you've cum, when it starts to go soft but it's still so thick and long. The little veins make it look so muscular." I smiled at her in the dim light. "Thanks," I replied. "But it would be nothing without your inspiration." "You've got that right." She giggled at her own comment and blew me a kiss. I pretended to catch it in my hand and plant it on the end of my cock. "You pig!" she said, giggling again. I felt so happy, so lucky that she was here. I watched her rub the last few drops of cum into the skin of her belly. She liked doing that, liked having me unload on her stomach, liked watching it fill the recess of her belly button and spill down her abdomen. "That was quite the big delivery today," she said, licking her fingers and making cute little smacking noises. "Well we haven't done it in four days. I've been saving up for the weekend." That wasn't completely true. Yesterday I'd had to relieve my longing for her. A noticeable lack of concentration and one-too-many sudden erections at work, at the library, at the grocery store, had forced my hand, so to speak. "Come over here and let me give it a proper Thank You kiss." I walked over to the side of the bed. She reached out and took me in one hand, giving it a squeeze. She rolled over onto her belly and put her lips on the end of it, then bit it lightly. "Hey," I cried. "No teeth marks. How will I explain them to the other women?" See bit harder then pulled back and looked up at me. "Jackass," she said, laughing at me. I was getting soft now. She gave it a shake and then slapped it against my leg. "David was right. You do have a really big one." "David? How would David know?" But I had a good idea how David knew, although he probably had an exaggerated opinion. David is a mutual friend of ours, although Karen knows him better than I do. He had played matchmaker for the two of us. The three of us belong to the same gym and are often there at the same time. David is very outgoing, a really nice guy. He also has a crush on me, or at least he did until subtle inquiries determined that I'm straight. I joined the YMCA about a year ago, just after moving to town. I wanted to get in shape again after having been away from the gym for many months. I soon noticed Karen and was smitten. Unfortunately, I also noticed her boyfriend. Over the next eight months Karen and I talked several times but she seemed happy with Brian (her boyfriend) and I resigned her to my wet dreams. David, on the other hand, was very friendly with her. He also noticed the many looks I was casting her way and would tease me about it. I was hopelessly in love and in lust. Karen is amazing, 30 years old, roughly 5 feet, three inches tall, Italian, olive skinned, long brown hair, bright brown eyes, a beautiful smile and very fit, to the point of being muscular. The first time I saw her she was seated on a bench in the free weight area, repeatedly pressing a couple of 30 lbs. Dumbbells over her head. She literally took my breath away. I quickly got semi hard and had to sit down on another bench to hide the bulge. She was wearing a black tank top that revealed her shoulders and flat, firm belly. I tried not to be obvious but couldn't help watching her from a distance. Being new to town and very busy with my job, I didn't have an active social life. I was single and at that point I hadn't had sex in more than a year. Needless to say, I was highly susceptible to Karen's charms. I have always been very horny but also very discriminating when it comes to sexual partners; however, when it comes to fantasy I'm a real slut. Masturbating to thoughts of Karen became a daily routine. If she only knew. I haven't told her. Yet. But I digress, as they say. Back to David's inflated opinion. I remember the occasion well. I was alone in the men's shower at the gym. It is a large, well-lit room with about a dozen showerheads. Karen had been at the gym that day so I was in a somewhat aroused state. As I was washing, daydreaming, thinking about the day, about Karen, David walked in and saw my semi hard cock. He looked away and I turned around, waiting for it to deflate. He must have thought that was my natural flaccid state. I wish. I smiled to myself as I looked down. It was impressive, hanging about six to seven inches between my legs and fairly thick. "He asked me about it the other day. He said he saw you in the shower at the gym one time and that it looked like it would get really big," said Karen. "Oh really," I replied. "And what did you tell him?" "I said that a lady doesn't discuss those things but if he must know it was nothing special." "You've had better, I suppose?" "Sure, what girl hasn't?" she said, laughing again. Maybe that was true but, if so, it hadn't been with her last boyfriend, Brian. I had made a point of checking out Brian. He and I were casual acquaintances. I was very envious of him for being with Karen. I was more muscular than him but he was a couple inches taller than me. I had seen him in the shower several times and had very discreetly glanced at his cock. Nothing special there. Maybe a little on the small side even, I told myself. "So, what should I tell David if he asks again?" "Tell him to stop being a big fag and to mind his own business," I said, pretending to be annoyed. "Maybe I should set things straight with David," she teased. "You know how he likes to talk. We wouldn't want people getting the wrong idea about the little guy." "Bite me," I said and threw a pillow at her. She laughed again and threw it back at me. "So just for the record, how big is it, exactly? A girl likes to know these things. Besides, it will look good in my diary." "I don't know the exact numbers. Sorry" "Oh come on," she said, smiling. "You must know that it's big. Haven't you ever measured it?" "Never," I said, which was complete bullshit. Of course I had measured it. Many times. I'm a guy, after all. Curious, insecure, proud, satisfied, dissatisfied, envious. Did I mention insecure? The last time I had measured was several years ago, after a moment of jealousy and insecurity with a former girlfriend. She had told me that her previous boyfriend had been much bigger. For some reason it bothered me. I knew I was on the bigger side of the supposed average. I'd had a number of comments: big; really big; so big; too big. But one never really knows if such comments are sincere or just platitudes spoken in the heat of the moment. What exactly is considered big? I have seen my share of Internet porn, seen some really big cocks online. During one of my celibate times I got into the habit of masturbating in front of the computer. I liked watching a beautiful woman suck and stroke a big cock. Still do. Some of those guys look huge, way bigger than me. To reassure myself, I did some research on line. How should I measure? What is average? What is big? The numbers vary but my general sense was that I had nothing to worry about as far as size goes. "Bullshit," said Karen, echoing my thoughts. "Every guy wants to know how big he is." She seemed to be getting excited by the conversation. She grabbed me and started gently stroking. "Come on, tell me. I know you know. Besides, my mom is always asking about you. This way I'll have something new to tell her," she said, with a big grin on her face. She was stroking faster now and I was starting to get hard again. The conversation was really turning me on. "If you really want to know you'll have to find out for yourself. But no telling David," I said. "Or your mom either." "It will be our little secret, no pun intended." She got out of bed and went into the next room. "Very funny," I called after her. I stroked myself to a full erection, wanting to put on a good show for her. She returned with a wooden ruler in one hand and a dollar bill in the other. "I did this a couple of times with Brian," she said. "He liked to be measured." "Really? And just how big was he?" "Seven inches long and 5 and ¼ inches around." "Quite the little mathematician, aren't we?" I said. "Are there any graphs or charts you would like me to see?" She laughed. "Don't worry, Sport," she replied. "You've got nothing to worry about. I can tell just by looking that you're bigger than him." Fucking right, I thought to myself. She turned on the overhead light and said, "Let's see what we've got here." She wrapped the dollar bill around the middle of the shaft. The ends overlapped by about one quarter of an inch. She then flattened the bill next to the ruler and said, "Very impressive. Almost six inches around." "More like 5 and ¾ inches, to be exact," I said. She looked at me and grinned. "You little shit," she said. "You know plenty." She grabbed my cock and started stroking it, then kissed me. We were both getting very aroused by our little game. She handed me the ruler and said, "O.K. Time for the money shot. Let's see if you measure up, Genius." I stroked myself a few more times, trying to get harder. After all, first impressions are everything, right? "Drum roll, please," I said. I laid the ruler along the top of the shaft and pressed it firmly into the pubic bone, hoping to squeeze out every possible inch. "Well, what's the verdict?" she asked. "See for yourself." She leaned over and looked closely. "Holy shit," she said. She looked up at me and laughed. "That has got to look good on your resume!" Fun with Karen Karen undresses quickly, keeping her back to me as I do the same. Apart from that, she makes no effort to stop me from seeing anything. She sheds clothing efficiently, dropping her shirt and bra carelessly at her feet, unfastening her belt and letting her jeans slide down her taut legs, which are as long and slim as her arms. Her hips are narrow, but her buttocks surprisingly large and shapely. The dancing lessons, I think. Her body is milky-pale all over, just like her face, and her hair is like a stream of molten metal down her back. Her freckles go all over. I can't believe it's only half an hour since I bumped into her in the college cafeteria, since she asked me to come back to her tiny, cluttered student flat. The flatmate Emma is out all afternoon, she says. We'll have plenty of time to do what she proposed we do earlier. As she stoops to push her knickers down to her ankles, her arse-crack parts and I get an uninterrupted view of both her holes, surrounded by bright pink, wrinkled flesh. As I drop my own pants, my penis jumps at the idea of filling one or both of them. "First, the rules," she tells me, over her shoulder, stepping out of the knickers. Her small, conical breasts jiggle as she half-turns. The nipples are the same vivid redhead's shade of pink as her cunt-lips. "Rules?" "You can't put your cock in me," she says, tossing the underwear down next to her bra, "or rub it on me, and I'm not going to suck it. But you can touch me, with your hands, just not on the tits or the cunt. And don't try kissing me or licking me or fingering my arse or anything like that." "I won't," I assure her, trying to be as casual about my nakedness as she is, as if neither of are noticing my massive, throbbing hard-on. "Anywhere else is fine," she smiles. "We're just going to snuggle up to each other and wank ourselves off, right?" "Right." I show willing by putting my hand on one of her bum-cheeks and pulling her crack open slightly, to acknowledge that I was checking out her arsehole -- she can't fail to have noticed. Her skin is like silk, warm like fresh bread. I give her a squeeze before I let go. "Mmm," she goes. "Do you like the look of that, you perv?" "I'd like to fuck it," I tell her, frankly. "Yeah?" "Yeah." My pulse is thumping, the blood singing in my ears. I can't believe what I'm saying: "I'd love to shove my cock right up it." "Dirty twat," she smiles as she kneels on the couch, still with her back to me, settling down on her haunches so that I'm standing over her. "Who knows, maybe one day, if you promise to use plenty of lube. But not today." She half-turns again, giving me another nice look at her tits, leaning her head back. Her nipples, which I can't touch or tongue, are sticking out like push-pins. "I want to feel your skin on mine," she tells me. "It's nice like that." "You've done this before?" I ask. "Yeah, I love doing this," she confirms. "I like it better than fucking. Well, sometimes. You can do it with your mates and stuff." "You can?" I ask, astonished. "With, like...?" She grins: "With girls? Sure. I do it with Emma. She loves it." I think of Emma, willowy and blonde with dark, dark eyes and my cock nearly explodes right there. "Naked cuddling and wanking, in front of the telly," Karen fondly recounts. "We don't wank each other, though; that'd be weird. I've slept with girls, but Emma's a mate, you know?" "Er, yeah," I frown, which only makes her grin more. "Come on," she says, leaning back against me. "I want to come so hard..." Her bum presses against my thigh, soft and hot and slightly damp. I nearly shoot my load right down her back. "What about when I come?" I ask, nervously. "What if it...?" "If it goes on me?" She grins again. "I like that. You can jizz all over me if you like. On my bum, on my tits. In my mouth... I don't mind that. Just don't touch me with that smelly cock of yours." "Okay." I look down at it. It's absolutely rigid, flushed angry red, veins distended. "Is it smelly? Really?" "All cocks are smelly," she laughs. "That's why I don't suck them. But jizz is lovely." I grab my twitching member in my hand, as much to stop it from going off as anything: "I'll bear that in mind." She giggles, her dimples showing. Her bum has dimples too, just as lovely as the ones on her face. "Good," she says, sliding her right hand down between her thighs, as if by handling myself I've just given the signal for us to commence. So, we wank. After some initial trial and error we end up with her kneeling up, chest pressed against the back of the couch and my chest pressed up against her back. I have my chin resting on her smooth white left shoulder, smelling her hair and her sweat, and I'm grinding my hip and belly against her soft arse as hard as I can -- she doesn't seem to mind. The heat coming off her is amazing. My right hand, resting on her right thigh, is burning. My cock is dangerously close to her left hip, but I use my other hand to keep it away from her as I stroke it as vigorously as I dare, which isn't very vigorously at all. Karen, on the other hand, could not be accused of lack of effort. She has her left hand gripping the back of the couch for dear life, her right working away down between her legs. She arches her back and sobs and moans and curses as she builds towards her climax: "Oh fuck yeah. Fuck yeah. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck yes. Yes. Oh, Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuck..." I think she has her fingers inside herself, ramming away mercilessly. I can smell her cunt. I wish my face was down there. "I'm going to come," I admit, through gritted teeth, right in her ear. "Christ, I'm coming!" "On my tits!" She urges, desperately, pushing back against me. "On my tits! On my tits! Go on! On my fucking tits!" I stand up and Karen leans right back, bum-cheeks clenching so that the dimples stand out, only staying on the couch thanks to her clawing left hand. I pull her back further with my hand on her shoulder. She looks up at me, grinning savagely, eyes shining and lips glistening in her flushed face. I can see down the length of her body, see the sheen of sweat glowing on her flat belly and splayed thighs, see the busy hand stabbing in and out of her sparsely-furred cunt. Her breasts bounce and wobble with her continued efforts. "Right there!" she gasps. "Right there, right there!" I start spurting sticky milky-white droplets onto her freckled skin, spotting her tits and belly and thighs, finally disgorging a big slimy gob that slides right down the slick valley between her breasts and all the way down past her navel. "Rightthererightthererightthere...oh...oh..." The pleasure is overwhelming; I can feel my face tingling and my arse quivering. For a moment, as I let out an incoherent groan, I think I'm going to black out. She takes her hand off the back of the couch and I hold her to stop her from falling as she rubs my spunk into her skin, smearing her whole chest and stomach with sticky wetness. Even as she does so, the hand between her legs is a blur. I can feel her body shuddering and clenching against me, muscles in spasm. Her voice is an animal moan: "Ohhhh....ohhhh....oh Jesus fucking...OH!" She hunches forward again, hands clenched between her legs, balled up almost in a foetal position for a moment, helpless in the grip of her orgasm. Then the tension goes out of her, and she can't move, resting her head on the back of the couch in exhaustion. Weak-kneed and panting, I edge onto the cushion beyond her, putting my hands on her while trying to stick to her rules. My softening cock is throbbing with relief. I just want to hold her, to cradle her against me. She lets me, even if my sticky member brushes her leg, giving me another twinge of pleasure. She relaxes back into me with a hoarse laugh and then lets out a long, slow breath: "That was fucking amazing!" Her laughter intensifies as she cuddles back against me. I put my hand on her wet belly, just above her genitals, seeing how much I can get away with. "Fucking amazing," she repeats, almost wonderingly. "How was it for you?"