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Karl Cared Enough

By: rosegardener



Every part of this story is a fantasy. Nothing is real but the love.

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No one had ever made love to her.

From age five to eight, a needle-dick great uncle had raped her, Thanksgiving and Christmas, without fail. She was lucky he had such a tiny penis, he didn't do any serious physical harm. She earnestly hoped that the full force of the fires of hell were now focused exclusively on his dick and balls for all eternity.

By fourteen, beer and sex were no strangers.

But no one had ever made love to her.

In high school, she had more than one pregnancy scare.

But no one had ever made love to her.

Her senior year, she met a guy ten years older than her, and moved in with him in early May, and graduated in late May. In June she got married. He told her he wanted a divorce in October. It was finalized in February.

But no one had ever made love to her.

She met another guy. She was nineteen. He was forty-one, married, one kid of his own, one step-kid. She got pregnant.

She had fucked and been fucked more times than she could count.

But no one had ever made love to her.

Rhylee had a beautiful baby boy. Dad? He was gone. He came, he left, and it was just the two of them, in a trailer in the middle of a trailer court, surrounded mostly by senior citizens. She was lonely, but she never wanted to see another adult penis in her life.

The baby was born on August 28. It had been a hot summer, and it was now a hot September. Rhylee was exhausted. She loved Kayden, with all her heart, but she had no idea it would really be this hard to be a mom on her own. There was the physical stress of being on call for the baby, twenty-four hours a day. There was the mental stress of trying to make ends meet. Her preacher did everything he could to help out with food, and finding a few dollars here and there to pay the trailer rent. WIC and the other programs didn't provide for much, and she didn't know how she was going to pay for day care because there sure weren't any good jobs available these days. McDonald's wouldn't pay even the trailer rent, let alone the electric and water.

The trailer had a tiny yard in front, that met with the tiny yard behind the next trailer. It was too small for a mower, but she didn't have one anyway. Mostly she let the grass grow, but the landlord had just gotten on her case about that.

She just sat on the steps leading up to her door, crying. She hated that. She didn't want to be a crybaby. She was strong. She was tough. She was beat.

Around the corner of the trailer in front of hers, came her neighbor. Karl was in his mid-fifties, a little rotund and gray-haired (at least what little hair was left). They had been "wave to each other" friendly, but didn't really know each other well.

"Rhylee!" Karl said softly. "What's wrong? Can I help?"

Rhylee shook her head. "No. I'm just so tired. It seems like I'm up every night, all night, and now that bastard Luke screams at me because this pitiful patch of grass he calls a lawn is overgrown. He told me to cut it today, or I am out. Shit. I don't even have a mower!"

"Don't sweat it, Rhylee. If that's your biggest problem, and I know it isn't . . . well, what I mean is . . . well, just don't worry."

He turned and walked away again, without another word.

Rhylee looked in the direction he had gone, shook her head, and whispered to herself, "Weird." Then she stood up, and went back into the trailer where Kayden was crying, again.

She went to the crib, and picked up her crying baby. She felt the diaper – dry. She sniffed. No poopy smell. "I guess you're hungry," she told her baby, and sat on the couch with him. Although her breasts had grown in size throughout her pregnancy, and certainly now that she was nursing, they still weren't huge, and she felt more comfortable without a bra, or with a sports bra. It was so hot today, that she just went without, with just a light tank-top. She pulled up her tank-top and gently guided his mouth to her left breast. He latched onto the nipple, and immediately began sucking.

She heard a whirring noise behind her, and twisted a little bit where she was sitting to look through the sheer curtain out into the front yard. There was Karl with his little electric weed-eater cutting her grass. She started crying again. Other than her preacher, it seemed like people just weren't very nice to teenage unwed mothers. She couldn't believe that Karl was helping her out like this.

It didn't take long until the whirring stopped. Then there was a quiet knocking on her door. Without thinking, she called out, "Come in!"

The door opened, and Karl stepped up into the doorway, and looked at her, holding the baby to one breast, and the other, hanging out, a drop of milk forming at the nipple. Karl turned beet-red. "Oh, Gosh! Oh, I'm sorry. He turned his face away. "I just wanted to tell you that whenever I cut my grass, I'll get yours, too. It only takes ten minutes. Oh, Gosh! I didn't mean to . . . I'm sorry. I'll go now."

He backed down the stairs, his head facing away from her, closing the door behind him. Rhylee just stared at the closed door. Then she smiled. Then she laughed out loud. He looked and sounded so funny! It was so funny she wasn't even the slightest bit embarrassed.

For the rest of September, and into October, Karl was true to his word. Every week he used his little weed-eater to cut the grass around both his and her trailers. After a while, she began to come out and sit on the steps while he did it. He would hardly say a word to her though. He would look up from his work, glance at her, turn red, and then look back down at the grass.

Rhylee thought it was pretty funny that an old man like him was so embarrassed over a little naked boob. She wasn't sure why, but she kind of wanted to rub it in a little. After two frosts, the grass quit growing for the year, and Karl didn't have to come around to cut the grass anymore. 

Rhylee decided that she was going to have to do something to tease Karl. It was Indian Summer. It frosted at night, but by noon it was in the seventies outside. She scooped Kayden up in her arms, and crossed around to the front of Karl's trailer, and knocked on his door.

The door opened, and Karl looked out. His eyes opened wide, and his mouth opened into a little round "Oh!"

"Is something wrong, Rhylee? Do you need something?"

"Well, no, and yes." Rhylee replied. "I was just lonely. I don't ever see you outside now that the grass doesn't need cutting. I just wanted to say, 'hi!'" Rhylee stepped right into his trailer, without being invited, and closed the door behind her. "I figured we could sit and visit a little bit."

She went into his living room, and sat in a big recliner. "I hope you don't mind, but the baby is hungry," she said, and pulled her t-shirt up to her shoulders, and let the hem rest on the top of her bared breasts. Again, she guided Kayden's head to one breast, and left the other uncovered.

Once again, Karl turned bright red. He began to turn away, and Rhylee spoke up.

"No, no! We can't talk if you won't look at me! Now sit on that couch. We hardly know each other, and we live right next door! I want to get to know you."

Slowly, Karl moved past Rhylee, and sat on the couch.

"Now, I know you are Karl Christoffer. I know you are a pretty nice guy, or you wouldn't be cutting my grass. I suspect that you're the person that's left a couple bags of groceries on my steps, too." But that's all I know. Tell me all about you, then I'll tell you all about me."

That's how it began. An unlikely couple of friends began drawing close to one another.

"I'll tell you about me, but please, could you pull your shirt down a little . . . well, you know. I like to look people in the eye when I talk to them, and well, it's kind of hard . . . Oh, shit, I mean. . ."

Rhylee snickered quietly.

"You know, it's difficult for me to keep my focus on your face when your b-breast is uncovered like that."

"Ok," Rhylee relented. She covered the breast that Kayden wasn't busy sucking on, and Karl began talking again.

You know my name. I'm fifty-four years old. I'm widowed . . ."

"What happened?" Rhylee quietly asked, with interest.

A tear formed in Karl's eye as he continued. "Cancer. Her uterus. It made her so mad. She couldn't have babies because it was shaped weird. It wouldn't hold a baby to come to term. Then it became cancerous, and it killed her. They took it out, but it was too late. It spread, and she was gone."

"How long ago?"

"Three years. I quit my job. I sold our house, and almost everything we had. I bought this trailer for cash, and moved here. I figure that with the rest of the money from the house, I can pay my rent and expenses until I get social security and my pension. With a little luck I'll just have a heart attack and croak, and then I'll be with her again."

Rhylee shook her head. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I thought I had it tough."

"You do. It's hard to start life like this. It's like you're running a race, but you had to start a hundred yards behind everyone else."

Rhylee sighed. "Yeah, it does feel like that. But it's my fault. If I didn't spread my legs like I did, well, I'm sorry. That's rude. I shouldn't talk like that. I am just so fucked up these days, I don't know what I'm doing. But then, that's why I have a baby. Because of getting fucked up. Literally."

Karl tipped his head to one side, just a little. He spoke very earnestly. "I don't know you well. I don't know what your life has been like. I think it's clear that you've been hurt, and hurt a lot. And you're partly right. Unless you were raped, this baby is in part a result of your choices."

Rhylee shrugged. "Yeah, but it's weird. I know I'm doing this the wrong way. I've always gone to church. I'm lucky that my preacher doesn't hate me, and lets me keep coming, even with the baby. Not everyone in church is quite so happy about it. Even so, Kayden is kind of the best thing that has ever happened to me. It's hard, but I'm glad I have him."

Karl looked at her closely. Quietly, he asked her, "Why?"

"Excuse me," Rhylee replied. "I'm sorry for trying to embarrass you before. I need to change sides, so if you want to turn your head, this would be a good time."

Karl did just that. Seconds later, Rhylee said, "Okay!" and Karl looked back at her.

"Why are you glad you have Kayden?"

Rhylee took a deep breath. "Look at him! He's perfect. Look at those tiny little fingers. Look at those little toes. All the parts are there." She winked at Karl. "All the parts! And that one's kind of tiny, too."

"This is a new life. It's not all fubar like mine! He's starting from scratch. Maybe his life will go better than mine. Even if I screwed up, he's still a special gift to me."

"Fubar?" asked Karl.

Rhylee turned red. Suddenly she felt kind of funny about her language around Karl. "Fucked up beyond all repair." she offered.

"Got it. So, how did your life get all fubar?"

Rhylee took a deep breath, and then, before a word came out, the tears started to flow. "Damn, damn, damn!" she thought. "I can't lose control all the time like this!"

Karl just sat there. He leaned forward, rested his elbows on his knees, and his chin on his elbows. He didn't make any other move toward her, he just looked at her.

Rhylee looked down at Kayden, who had gone to sleep. She pulled him away from her nipple, and dropped her t-shirt over her breast. She held him to herself, and began patting his back, to encourage him to burp. Once she got her tears and voice back under control, she took another deep breath.

"When I was five years old, on Thanksgiving Day," she began.

Rhylee told him about Uncle Dick, as she thought of him. That wasn't his name, it was the one she used when she thought about her experiences. She told him about the pain. She told him about beer and drugs when she was fourteen, because it covered the pain.

The problem with beer and drugs was that you lost control, and others were willing to take control. More sex. More pain. Bad, bad emotional pain.

She told him about Derrick, in high school. About her very brief marriage. About Jimmy, the father of the baby.

They talked. They talked about her life, and about his life. Finally she realized it was dark out.

"Shit! It's late. I've gotta go."

"Do you want to stay for dinner?" he asked.

Rhylee felt funny, being in his trailer after dark. "No, I gotta go," she insisted. She got up, and went to the door. "I'm sorry for trying to tease you by flashing you with my tits," she said.

Karl smiled. "Well, they're not the first I've seen. They are nice. But maybe you're a little free with who you offer such a treat to. You're only twenty now. Even with all that's happened, I don't think your life is totally fubar." Karl smiled again. "But maybe it's time to think about how to avoid ending up there, you know?"

Rhylee shrugged. "I reckon. If you say so."

She opened the door and stepped out. "See you later."

Two days went by, and Rhylee heard a quiet tapping at her door. She was nursing again, and was only wearing a pair of blue jeans.

"Who is it?" she called out.

She heard Karl's voice answer, "It's just me. Is this a bad time?"

"Depends on what you mean!" Rhylee answered. "You can come in, but prepare to be embarrassed if you do!"

There was just silence. Rhylee thought that maybe Karl had left. Then the door opened quietly, and Karl entered, his face turned away from her. "Do you want me to come in, or not?"

Rhylee laughed. "No, do you want to come in, or not? All my clothes are in the washer, but this pair of jeans. I'm feeding the baby, and I'm stark naked from the waist up. But you can come in if you want."

Karl just stood there, turned away. He closed the door, and then, slowly turned around.

"Damn!" he thought to himself, as he saw Rhylee. "Why does she have to look so much like Margaret?" He wished he had his camera, but she would think he just wanted to have jerk-off pictures, or would spread them around the world on the internet. Seeing her body, getting back her pre-pregnancy slenderness, wearing blue jeans and a baby, he thought, "Trailer Park Madonna. That's what I would call it. What a picture. What a set of pictures." He also felt himself begin to harden. This young woman was hardly innocent in experience, but still there was a kind of vulnerability about her that he found endearing, and attractive. "Besides, you have to face it," he told himself. "This girl is just plain hot. I hate being old and ugly."

He crossed over, and sat on one of the plastic lawn chairs she used for furniture. "I didn't see you yesterday. I hoped you weren't embarrassed about telling me about all those things."

Rhylee shrugged. "It's my life. It sucks, but there it is."

Karl leaned forward again, resting his chin on his hands. He looked deeply into her eyes. "So, what do you want to do about that?"

And that's how it started. Karl and Rhylee became friends. When she needed a ride to Walmart, she gave him a call, or sent him a text message, and off they went. That was fun for her. She taught Karl all about text messages. He was good on the internet, but texting was something else again. She would wake him up at two in the morning. With the baby at her breasts, she would pick up the phone and start keying in a message. After a while, a reply would come in. Pretty soon, they were conversing every day, by text, by phone, or in each other's trailer.

Rhylee was still very casual about covering up. She was more modest in his home, but she figured her home was her home, and if Karl didn't like it, he could stop coming over. She told him that one day.

"If I don't like it?" he questioned her. "Girl, you don't understand! I like it too much! I may be old, but I'm not dead. I'm afraid I might lose my last particle of self-control!"

"Ha!" Rhylee responded. "Men have no self-control. Men are pigs!"

"Have I been a pig?"

"Well, no." she conceded.

"Your preacher. Has he been a pig?"

"No, but he's holy and everything. He's not interested in that shit."

Karl laughed merrily. "I don't want to pull age on you or anything, but I have to tell you, that is the dumbest thing I have heard you say. He's a man. I've met him, we've talked a little, I know he isn't gay. Therefore, he's interested in 'that shit.' And he hasn't been a pig, either."

"Pigs are what you have known. Not all men are pigs. But we are only men. Only human. And girl, you are the very picture of temptation."

Rhylee turned red. "Well, I reckon . . ."

"No, really." Karl said back. "You always say that when I compliment you. That's just your way of trying to hate yourself for everything that's happened to you. You're afraid that if you really are pretty, more men will treat you like garbage. Girl, there are men out there who would love to love you."

Rhylee snorted, "Yeah. I know. I've been loved by a lot of them."

"NO! You haven't!" Karl's voice was loud and sharp. "You've NEVER been loved. You've been fucked. Over and over again, but no one's ever made love to you! I don't think you even know what that is!"

There was silence between them.

Karl started again, softly. "Oh, honey. I'm sorry. That was truth, said too harshly, too loudly. It just makes me angry to hear you confuse fucking with lovemaking. I wish you could really learn the difference."

Something in what Karl said hit a deep nerve. Maybe it was when he called her "honey." She had been called that before. "Uncle Dick" used to call her that. "Honey," he would softly call, when she was trying to hide from him in her bedroom. He called her honey when he raped her.

Her father called her honey. He also regularly lost control of his temper, and beat her, sometimes severely.

So many of the boys she had been with called her honey. At least they did while their dicks were hard. Once they were done, they didn't call her much of anything. Now here Karl was, calling her honey, and it made her angry. 

She had been fucked and fucked over, too many times. Rhylee went beyond sadness. Emotionally she went deep into her core, and found a tight ball of rage that grew and grew, until it began spilling out of her.

"Yeah? So who's going to teach me? Huh, old man? Are you going to teach me? Are you going to turn into a pig, too? Is it just coming down to that? Are you just one more dirty old man trying to get into my pants?"

Rhylee stood up. Her voice raised, she continued, "Fine! Do it! Teach me about fucking and l-o-v-e-m-a-k-i-n-g! DO IT!"

Rhylee pulled off her t-shirt, revealing a sports bra beneath it. "Here! Do it!"

She pulled her jeans down to her ankles and kicked them off. She stood inches in front of him, put her hands on her panty covered hips and yelled at him, "Do it! Teach me!"

She pulled the bra over her head and threw it behind her, spread her arms wide and shouted even louder, "DO IT!! Come on, Fucker! Come on, love-maker, TEACH ME!!"

Rhylee tucked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, and bent over. "Ya gonna teach me! Do it! Teach me!!

Karl stared. There she was. Her face was inches away, red and angry. She screamed into his face. He could feel flecks of spittle as she screamed. But he also saw the beautiful young woman. He saw her milk-laden breasts, swaying as she bent over, in front of him. His penis was hard, hard, hard.

She pushed the panties down to her ankles, lifted one foot, then the other. She scooped the panties up and threw them in her face. "God Damn Fucking Teach Me!!!! DO IT!!!!"

The tears flowed down her face. She stood in front of him, stark naked. Clearly she used to shave her pubic area, but hadn't kept it up. It wasn't long yet, but it was more than stubble. Karl yearned to touch, to caress, to take his mouth directly to those sweet lips just inches below his face and kiss her.


Karl Cared Enough



"What's the matter old man? Too old? Can't get it up? That's it, isn't it? Men ARE pigs, and you would be too, if you could be! Didn't you take your little blue pill today Mr. Piggie? Come on you fucker, Do It!" she raged.

Karl was hard as a rock. Oh, God, he wanted to teach her a lesson. But, no. Then he would be one more fucker. Rhylee didn't need that.

Suddenly he stood up and reached out. He grabbed her by the arms, and pulled her up against him. He half turned her, scooped her up in his arms, and abruptly sat down again, with her in his lap. He held her tightly to his chest. Beneath her bare butt, he knew she must feel that he didn't need any damn little blue pill. But he just held her tightly to himself in a bear hug while she raged and sobbed.

She finally quieted down, and was silent for five, ten, fifteen seconds. "Aughhh!" she screamed out, from the depths of her soul. Rhylee continued to sob, harsh, choking sobs, gut-wrenchingly deep cries of despair.

"Fuck me!" she whispered. "That's all I'm good for." Again, the tears and sobs wrenched at his heart. He held the naked beauty to himself, arms around her. She leaned away, grabbed his left hand and pushed it roughly onto her right breast. "Fuck me! She commanded angrily."

He pulled his hand away, and pulled her back to himself, naked breasts to his clothed chest.

There was silence. Then, little Kayden began to whimper from his crib. Karl marveled to himself that Rhylee's screaming hadn't seemed to bother him.

The moment Kayden began making his soft noises, Rhylee's breasts began to drip a little. She pushed herself away from Karl. She saw the twin wet spots on his shirt. Then she whirled around and ran into Kayden's room, and slammed the door.

Karl quietly rose, went out the door, and into his own trailer. He went back into the bedroom, stripped himself, lay down on his bed, and held his hard penis. As he slowly began to stroke up and down, pulling the skin up over the head of his penis, he quietly whispered, "I'm sorry Margaret. I miss you so much. But this one isn't for you. This one is for Rhylee."

Karl closed his eyes. He pictured those breasts, swaying in front of him. He pictured Rhylee standing stark naked in front of him, raging at him. He imagined her sitting, stark naked, with little Kayden at her breasts.

Up, down. Up, down. His had moved along the length of his shaft. He began to lift his hips off the bed in rhythm with his had. It was like Rhylee was sitting on him, and he was pushing himself up into her. Up, down. Up, down. Faster and faster. His hand pumped. His hips thrust upwards.

"Ohhhhh!" he moaned aloud as his semen came spurting up and out. Into the air, and back on his penis and scrotum. His hand was suddenly covered in the fluids that seemed to come from far deeper than his balls. The head of his shaft tingled has he continued to pump, even after the pulsing ended.

Bzzzzz - Bzzzzz - Bzzzzz! On the night stand next to the bed his cell phone began to vibrate. There was Rhylee, texting him. He flipped the phone open, pressed the button, and waited for the message to appear.

"I'm sorry. You're not a pig. ILY." Sometimes Rhylee ended her texts with this little message of love, usually after he had done her some little favor, like driving her to the store, or watching Kayden for a few minutes. Somehow, the "I Love You," felt a little more serious, this time.

Karl suddenly realized that he had just coated his cell phone with his sperm. "Great," he thought. I know it's not water proof, I wonder if it's sperm-resistant."

Trying not to make it an even bigger mess, he carefully typed in, "Me too, you." He pressed send, and closed the phone.

He walked across the room, into the hall and into the bathroom, where he cleaned himself up.

Without dressing, he went into the kitchen, grabbed a diet Coke and went into his living room and sat on his recliner. With one hand, he held the can of Coke. With the other, he again began to stroke his penis, lightly and slowly. He wasn't trying to arouse himself, it just felt good to play with it. But then, it always had.

Eventually Karl drifted to sleep in the recliner, naked, and hanging onto his soft friend.

A light tapping sounded at the door.

"Karl? Can we talk?"

Karl slept on.

The door quietly opened, and Rhylee stepped in. She saw Karl, immediately, lying in the recliner, naked, holding his soft phallus. She stood, quiet for a moment, then left again, silently closing the door, and returned to her home.

Karl had been completely unaware that he had been completely exposed to Rhylee's gaze. He woke up late in the evening, and padded down the hallway. He pulled on a clean pair of briefs, and dropped his other clothes into the hamper. He picked up the cell phone, and took it into the kitchen, where he cleaned it up with a damp cloth. Then he went back into the bedroom, plugged the phone into the charger, and went to bed.

At 2:15, the phone began to buzz. Karl had become so accustomed to the early feeding text messaging, that just the sound of the vibrating was enough to wake him. He read the message.

"I saw you."

"What?" he typed back.

"This evening. In your chair. I saw you."

Karl realized what she was talking about. She had seen him naked! He was both embarrassed, and excited. He felt a stirring within his briefs.

"I'm sorry." he sent back.

"Why?"

"It must have been embarrassing for you."

"It wasn't your fault. I walked into your house."

"Yeah, well. We do that a lot these days, don't we? But I've always been clothed before."

"It's ok. If you don't mind, I don't."

Karl thought about that for a moment. Even as he began typing, he couldn't believe what he was entering into his phone. "I don't. Can I tell you something? Truth?"

"What?"

"Never mind. Forget it." he sent back.

"No, what?"

"I'm excited that you saw me."

"What do you mean, excited?"

"You know what I mean."

"Tell me."

"Oh, God!" Karl thought. "Now she will think I'm just a dirty old pervert trying to get into her pants."

He began typing again. "I'm hard."

He waited for a while. He just couldn't send it. His phone vibrated again. "Tell me."

He brought his unsent message back, the his two words reappeared on his screen. He pressed the send button.

Rhylee saw the message appear. "I'm hard." She shivered. Kayden had finished nursing. She thought her breasts were emptied, yet as she saw those two words, she felt her nipples harden, and they began to drip, just a little bit.

"Oh, fucking shit," she thought to herself. "That fat, bald old man is getting me turned on."

She stared at the words again. "I'm hard." She sent back, "You were hard, earlier, too."

"I couldn't help it."

Rhylee smiled as she entered three letters. "PIG"

"Oink. Sorry."

"No. Kidding."

Karl didn't reply. He didn't know where to take the "conversation."

Another message came in. "If you had tried, I would have let you. You didn't."

Karl was a bit confused, so he just sent back a question mark: "?"

This time the phone rang. "Yes?" he answered.

Rhylee said quietly. I told you to fuck me. If you had tried. I would have let you fuck me. I knew you wanted to. I could feel you. Why didn't you?"

Karl answered, "I don't want to fuck you. I want you to learn what it's like for someone to make love to you. I couldn't do that. Yes, I was holding a most deliciously fuckable naked girl in my arms. And there are times when fucking is great. But not for you. You need someone to teach you about making love. There was no way I could have done that today."

"OK," Rhylee said. "I get it, I think, but I don't completely."

"Yeah. I think it's time for sleep, don't you?" he asked.

"G'night. ILY." She responded, and hung up before he could answer.

The next morning, she was up early. Rhylee picked Kayden out of his crib, grabbed his diaper bag, threw a blanket over him, and went over to Karl's trailer and let herself in.

"I'm here!" she sang out. "You better be decent!"

Karl came out of the bathroom, wearing jeans, but no shirt. He turned to his room and grabbed a shirt to cover his belly. Then he came back out and said, "Well, why the honor of the early morning visit?"

"Breakfast!" she said, brightly. "You're going to give me breakfast!"

Karl laughed, went to the refrigerator and pulled out some eggs. "How do you like them?"

"Cooked."

Karl laughed again, grabbed a frying pan and set to making breakfast. As he worked, Rhylee said, "You need to tell me about fucking and loving."

"Wait." he replied, and continued making breakfast.

They ate in silence. Then it was time to feed Kayden again. Karl felt himself growing hard yet again as he saw the baby latch onto a nipple. "Lucky kid," he thought to himself.

"Talk to me." Rhylee said. "Tell me about fucking and loving."

Karl was silent. "How to begin?" he finally said. "Let me tell you about Margaret and me."

"We met in Jr. Hi. I was smitten. She hated me. I didn't know why, and sometime after we got married I finally got up the courage to ask her why. You know what she said? 'I don't know.' She hated me, and didn't even know why. Girls!"

By high school she had stopped hating me. She dated a lot of guys, but didn't date anyone for very long. Either they dumped her, or she dumped them. Turned out, it was because they were all looking to get into her pants, and she wanted none of that.

"See?" Rhylee interrupted. "It's just like I said. Men are pigs!"

"Lots are. But wait. If he couldn't get the message, she dumped him. If he did get the message, he was pissed, and he dumped her."

"Pigs." Rhylee said again.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Anyway, one night she went out with a guy for the first time. She didn't come to school the following Monday. Or Tuesday. Or for a month. When she came back, Margaret was a different girl. She wouldn't talk to anyone. She wouldn't look anyone in the eye. She became a spook, a specter, who went to class, took tests and went home."

"It turns out, the guy raped her. It was a 'date rape.' It scarred her deeply. And as the story got around school, the other kids began to talk about her behind her back, as if it were her fault she got raped."

"I was still smitten. I tried to talk to her, but she would just pass me by as if I didn't exist. I gave up trying to talk. Instead, I just started to walk along with her. At first, I would follow along behind her, from class to class."

Karl paused for a moment and grinned. "Nowadays, they would call that stalking." He continued. "After a while, I started to walk next to her. I never said anything other than, 'Hi.' She wouldn't even say 'hi,' back to me. But after a while, when she would come out of class, she would look around for me, and just stand, waiting until I came along."

"It was weird. I still liked her. We hardly ever talked, but I felt happier being with her and not talking, than when she wasn't around. That was our senior year. Then we graduated, and I didn't know if I would ever see her again."

"Turns out, we went to the same college. I studied engineering, she studied to be a teacher. I just bumped into her in the cafeteria. I didn't even know she was at that college. I set my tray at her table, and we ate lunch together. We still didn't talk. After lunch, I walked with her back to her dorm, and we began the same pattern, walking, but not talking."

Karl laughed. "I missed a lot of classes that term, waiting around the last building I saw her go into. It took a while until I knew her class schedule."

Rhylee sat, silent. She was wondering why a guy would follow a cold fish around like that. She wasn't much of a romantic, that was all crap. But there was something about Margaret and Karl's story that touched her.

Rhylee had stopped warning Karl about when it was time to shift Kayden from one breast to the other. He could watch or not, that was his choice. Sometimes he watched. Sometimes he turned his head. Rhylee never saw a pattern.

Karl continued his story. "One winter day, she finally spoke to me. She slipped in the snow, and I managed to grab her before she hit the ground. She lost her books, but not her dignity. I picked her books up for her, and handed them back to her. She looked at me, maybe for the first time since, well you know . . . Then, she said, 'Thanks.'

That's when it started. We finally started talking. We talked about her classes and my classes. We talked about high school, but the conversation there always ended before we got to our senior year. She wouldn't say anything about that year. The year she was raped."

"I fell so much in love. We graduated. She started teaching. I stayed in school for my master's degree. We continued to see each other, and eventually I proposed."

As the wedding day approached, I got more and more excited. I was going to marry the love of my life. I was going to lose my virginity to the woman I had dreamt about for eleven years, from junior high through grad school."

Rhylee shifted a little bit with Kayden to make herself more comfortable. "You were a virgin?" she asked. "That was a long time ago. There's no such thing, anymore."

Karl shook his head. "No Rhylee, virgins still exist. They're not unicorns, mythical beasts from a distant past. You just didn't hang out with the kids who were either too nerdy to have an opportunity, too scared to take a chance, or whose values led them to value their purity."

"Which were you?" Rhylee asked.

"All three!" laughed Karl. "Don't get me wrong! I was all teen-age boy! Just a walking bag of hormones. It seemed like I was excited all the time. I would just look at Margaret, and get, well, you know."

"Hard."

"Yes." That seemed to embarrass Karl, especially saying it while he was right in front of her.

"Was she pretty?"

"I thought she was a goddess. I always did. Let me show you."

Karl abruptly rose from the table, and brought out a couple of pictures. He also brought out an old high school yearbook. He flipped open to a page, and pointed to her senior picture.

Rhylee stared. It was like she was looking at herself. Yes, there were differences, but the facial structure, the slender frame, almost flat-chested look was there.

"I look like her."

"You sure do. You take me back to those days every time I see you."

"So, do I make you hard? Besides yesterday, I mean? Like she did?

"Yes, but not constantly, like her."

Somehow, that disappointed Rhylee, and it showed in her face.

"Rhylee, yesterday you were partly right about one thing. I'm getting older. The plumbing still works, and the thoughts and desires are there, but I'm not a teenager anymore. Most teenaged guys are walking sacks of hormones. By my age, not as much. But girl, I look at you, and, well, you take me back. To me, you're a goddess."

"So, you two got married and lived happily ever after, until she died." Rhylee shifted the conversation back to the story.

"Nope. The wedding was nice. The wedding night, not so much. We changed after the reception, and went to our hotel to start the honeymoon. I went in to use the bathroom and wash up. When I came out, there she was, in blue jeans and a t-shirt. I helped take off her t-shirt, and she took off her bra."

"That time when you were nursing Kayden and you were completely topless . . . you looked just like her. Her breasts were smaller, though."

"So are mine. I hate them. I hope they stay big after Kayden finishes nursing."

"I loved her breasts. They didn't need to be big. They were wonderful, she was wonderful. This was the first pair of real live breasts I had ever seen. Anyway, we finished undressing and got into bed. We kissed, we caressed. I felt her warm little hand on my penis. Then she let go. I took her hand and put it back on me, but she would barely touch it."

"I reached down to her, her . . ." Karl stopped. "I don't know what vocabulary to use. I hate the word cunt. I think it's ugly. Vagina isn't exactly accurate, that's internal. Pussy isn't too bad, can I say that?"

Rhylee laughed. "Karl, this is your house. You say what you want. If I don't like it, I'll leave."

"But that's just it. I don't want you to leave. I want to talk. I have a hard time believing I'm telling you all this. It's so personal"

"Oh, come on, Karl! How much more personal can we get? We've seen each other naked!"

"We've seen each other's flesh. I've seen some of your nakedness, some of your soul. Yesterday you uncovered your body. That's nudity." He grinned. "And it was lovely. When you bare your soul, that's naked. Yesterday, you gave me both. You only saw my body, and I'm surprised you didn't throw up. Today I am trying to show you some of my soul. It's hard."

Rhylee grinned.

"No, girl, not that. Not right now, anyway. It's difficult for me to bare my soul. I don't even like baring my body, and you wouldn't have seen squat, if I hadn't been asleep when you came in. That's really embarrassing."

"Well, she drew back a little when I tried caressing her pussy. Her legs clamped together. And she let go of my little friend down there. She put that hand against my chest and pushed. 'I'm really tired, I don't think I'm ready, tonight,' she said."

"Then she rolled over, and pretended to fall asleep."

"Shit. No. What a tease," Rhylee said. "What did you do?"

"I lay on my back, and started to cry. I was so horny. My penis was hard as a rock. My balls were aching. The woman of my dreams was lying naked next to me, and I wasn't allowed to touch her. I held my penis and started to rub it, very slowly and quietly. I didn't want to disturb her, I didn't want her to know I was masturbating. It didn't take much. I was so ready. I started to get that old feeling, and just clamped my thumb and finger right below the head, and felt the spasms pump the stuff into the shaft. Then I slipped out of the bed and went into the bathroom, and dumped the load into the toilet. I stayed in there for a few more minutes, playing some more with my penis, then flushed, washed my hands, and went back to bed."

"The next morning, we talked. She offered to pay for an annulment. She knew I hated her, because she wouldn't have sex with me. She thought she could do it, but when it came time, it just felt like rape to her."

"Rhylee, I didn't hate her. I loved her. I wanted her. I wanted her, because I loved her. We went back to bed after breakfast. We both got naked, and crawled under the covers, and we talked. We kissed a little, and we talked. I caressed her skin around her shoulders, and we talked. I began stroking her breasts, and feeling her nipples, and we talked. God, I loved that woman's skin. I loved how her nipples got hard, in spite of herself. I loved those little bumps around her areolae when she would get a little aroused. Her breasts were so, so soft." Karl's voice trailed away.

Rhylee pulled the sleeping Kayden away from her breast. Karl watched as she dropped her shirt back over her exposed breast. She spread Kayden's blanket on the living room carpet, and laid him on the blanket.

Karl got up and poured more coffee for them both. They took it into the living room and sat down. Looking down at Kayden, he continued.

I started running my hand down her side as we talked. She told me the details of her rape. Here I am, hard as a rock again, running my hand over her naked hip, and she is describing her hatred of the whole thought of sex. We talked. We talked all day. We skipped lunch, and just lay in bed, naked, and talked. I held her naked body close, and we talked. We missed dinner. I touched her, stroked her, caressed her, loved her. I lightly rubbed her tummy, and my thumb kept going down into her little belly button. Something about that belly button fascinated me."

We kissed. She was such a great kisser. It was like that was safe for her. I started moving my kisses lower, and ended up at her breasts. I moved my hand from her tummy to one breast, and my mouth to the other. I kissed around her nipple. I buried my face between her breasts and kissed the sides of that little valley, on both sides. I began lightly squeezing one nipple and twisting it a little. I pulled it lightly away from her breast, and let it spring back. In the meantime I began lightly sucking on the other nipple."




Karl Cared Enough



"I heard her say, 'mmmmh.' So, I kept on. I cupped her entire breast in one hand and kneaded it lightly, while kissing, licking and sucking on the other. I don't know how long I was there. You have to remember, I was twenty-three years old, and these were the first tits I ever touched. I was in awe."

"I found out she really loved it when I kissed the bottom of her breasts, where they meet her ribs. That was a real erogenous zone for her."

"Erogenous?" interrupted Rhylee.

"A turn-on. She liked it. That line were the breast flesh creases into her rib-skin was like the ticket to her heaven's gate. I was licking along that line, while lightly pulling on the other nipple. Suddenly I felt her hands on top of my head. She began pushing on the top of my head, so I just started kissing my way down her tummy. She kept pushing, I kept moving and kissing. I'm turned on by belly buttons. I spent some time there, flicking my tongue in and out of her cute little navel. She got impatient, and pushed my head again, I started feeling her pubic hair on my lips. I encountered an odor I had never experienced before. It was sharp and tangy, and oh, so exotic. I inhaled deeply. God must have made musk for a reason, because I just couldn't help but open my mouth, and stick out my tongue."

Rhylee said nothing. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She was conscious of a wetness that began to develop and dampen her panties. She also saw Karl shift himself a little bit.

Karl continued. "My tongue just seemed to slip in between those tender full lips. I ran it up to the top of the slit, and then back down. I could feel how it opened into her vagina. I ran my tongue back up and then, down again. I think I did that for about ten minutes. I started massaging her tummy, while licking between those pussy lips, over and over again. Sometimes it was really soft, sometimes I really pressed hard. I could feel her starting to get wet, I didn't know if the wetness on my chin was my saliva, or her juices."

I moved from between her legs, and lay on my belly, perpendicular to her body. I licked my right index finger, and began running it up and down her slit, and then, when everything was real wet, I slipped it inside of her. Then I brought my mouth back to her, and started sucking at her clitoral hood. I would tease her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, then suck everything into my mouth. It was like I was little Kayden there, when he sucks on your breast. I would suck it in, and then release it. Suck it in, release it, and tickle her clit with my tongue tip, and then suck it in again."

Karl paused, and closed his eyes. He could see Margaret in his mind's eye. He saw her furry pussy, there in front of his nose. He could smell her.

"I got back between her legs, and alternated sucking on her clit, and running my tongue up and down. Then, I just slipped my tongue into her. Lord, everything was so wet. My nose was smashed into her clit, my tongue was in her vagina, my hands were rubbing her belly and pressing down onto her pubic bone. All of a sudden, she was trying to kill me. I swear, she was trying to kill me. She put her legs into a scissor lock around my head. Her hands were on the back of my head, pushing me harder and harder into her pussy. I could barely breathe as she shook, and trembled and pushed her hips up off the bed and pushed her mound into my face, while pressing my face into her mound."

There was no doubt, now. Rhylee was wet. Very, very wet. She shifted again, and clenched her thighs together, tightly. Unconsciously, she reached up and began rubbing the inner side of her right breast with her left hand. Her eyes were closed as she visualized Karl's description.

In the meantime, Karl had opened his eyes, and saw that Rhylee was touching her breast through her shirt. He watched, as he resumed his story.

"She lay there, her legs twitching on either side of my head. I felt her hands grab my ears and start pulling me back up to her. 'I want you in me,' she said."

I kissed my way back up her body, but I didn't waste time. I reached up and kissed her. She stuck her tongue into my mouth, and I reciprocated. We tongue danced for about five seconds, then she reached down and held my penis for the first time that day. She guided it into her hot wet opening, and I pressed down as she lifted herself up. No pain. No wincing. She was so wet, I slid in without any problem at all."

"It felt like her vagina was about a hundred degrees inside. She was hot, she was wet, she was slippery, she was heaven. I pushed all the way in. It's not like I'm huge or anything. Just by sliding into her, she came again. It was a smaller orgasm, but I could feel the muscles twitching and clenching uncontrollably. I pulled most of the way out, and slid back in."

I have no idea how long it took. Not long enough. I wanted to be there forever. I wanted to stroke her forever. I slid my forearms under her armpits, and wrapped my hand around the top of her shoulders. I pulled the top of her body downward, while I pushed my penis upward into her. We did the tongue tango while we did the crocodile rock."

"Then I burst. My juices came shooting out of me, and mixed in with hers. Man, the squishy, slurpy noises we made together. I love that sound. I don't know what a woman's orgasm feels like, but I felt mine from the hairs on my head to the tips of my toes."

Finally we stopped rocking together, and eventually my penis softened and just kind of slithered out of her and fell limply."

Rhylee's eyes were still closed. She had kneaded her breast so hard, she began expressing a little milk. Karl saw her shake her head a little, and he quickly closed his eyes, so she wouldn't see him watching her play with her tit.

"Fucking shit, that was hot," she said. "I don't care if you just lied with every word you just said. That was holy, fucking, shit hot."

Rhylee looked down at her shirt. "Damn, I made a mess. I better go and change. Can you watch Kayden for a minute?"

"It's cold out there. Stay here a moment. Karl went into his bedroom, and took one of his dress shirts out of his closet, and pulled it off the hangar. He returned the hangar and came back to Rhylee. "Here, you can change into this. Feel free to use the bathroom to change."

Karl felt a little guilty about that. That was a favorite memory of Margaret. When she walked around the house wearing one of his dress shirts and no bra, he felt like he would immediately start to drool. The thin cloth of the shirt was the only barrier between her breasts and him. The fabric felt so light and smooth under his hands. He realized that he gave her a dress shirt, because he knew it would turn him on, and he wanted to be turned on.

Rhylee shrugged. "It's not like you haven't seen these before," and she pulled the wet t-shirt off, and pulled Karl's shirt on. He kept it buttoned on the hangar, so she pulled it on over her head, in the same manner that she had removed the t-shirt.

Karl didn't even try to look away. There was nothing prettier than a woman stretching up with her breasts uncovered.

"Pig," Rhylee said, with a smile when she saw Karl watching.

"Oink." Karl answered. "Guilty as charged."

"I do need your bathroom, though. Back soon."

"You know where it is, have at it."

Rhylee went down the hall, and into the bathroom. She dropped her jeans and panties, and grabbed a wad of toilet paper, and began wiping the moisture away from her pussy. Just that contact was enough to get her legs weak. She turned on the water, and let it warm up, then dampened a wash cloth, and wiped her pussy, trying to take away a little of the smell. She took another wad of paper and dried herself again. She flushed, then pulled up her panties and jeans, washed and dried her hands, and came back out. Karl had brought out some more coffee, and they sat there, watching Kayden sleep, in a friendly, but slightly uncomfortable silence.

"That was some fucking," Rhylee finally broke the silence.

"Nope. That was not fucking. That was lovemaking. There's a difference. Margaret had been fucked once. We never did a slam-bam, thank you ma'am. She always needed a lot of warm-up, a lot of foreplay. She had been permanently damaged, emotionally by that one, damn date-rape. Every time we made love, she had to be assured that she would not be hurt, and that it could always stop, at any moment, at any stage. Her pussy was under her control. I had to let her know that would always be true between us. Sex always took hours."

"That wasn't so bad," he said, with a grin. "There were times when I was pretty frustrated. I could have used a few quickies. There were a lot of times where the answer was just, 'no.' Throughout our marriage, I masturbated a lot more then we ever had sex."

"It about killed me sometimes. She never wore more than panties to bed. She never wore a bra around the house. I couldn't keep my hands off her breasts, but so often, I wasn't allowed to go past her tummy."

"Now, here you are, you could be her sister, thirty years younger. You flash yourself at me, and . . ." Again, Karl's voice trailed off.

"And?" she asked.

Then Karl stood up and took Rhylee's t-shirt and tossed it into the washer. He went to his hamper, and put his laundry into the washer as well. He added the detergent, and started the machine.

Karl returned to the living room and sat back down. He took a sip of coffee. "Now you know a little more about me. You've heard about some of my sexual frustrations. You've heard about some of the things that turn me on. That's getting naked. When I am vulnerable before you, then I am naked."

Yesterday, when you saw me lying there . . ." Karl stopped. Then he started in again. "Yesterday, when you were on my lap, you were both naked and nude. I saw the rage in you. I saw the pain and the hurt that is at the core of your rage. That was naked. That was really naked."

"Today I told you about me, I got a little naked, a little vulnerable. I'm going to get a little more naked. The reason you saw me naked in that chair . . ." He stopped, then started again. "I don't usually walk around the house naked. Especially since getting to know you. I want to be able to open the door when you come knocking. But yesterday, after I left your place . . . I came home, I went into the bedroom, I took my clothes off, and I fantasized about you, and I masturbated, and I came, and I loved thinking about you. I'm such a pig. I'm sorry."

"Then I fell asleep in the chair. Yesterday was really hard." Karl grinned at Rhylee. "Both ways. Emotion is exhausting. You really exhausted me. But you also really turned me on. And it wasn't just because you look so much like Margaret did. You are just a deliciously sexy girl, and I am so damn lonely, and I just had to beat myself off."

"That wasn't easy for me to tell you. Now I feel naked."

Rhylee got up and walked over to him. She bent over and lightly kissed him on the top of his head. "For a fat, ugly old man, you're not bad," she said softly. "I gotta go."

"Why? Stay as long as you like."

"No, I gotta go." Rhylee gathered Kayden and his diaper bag up. She wrapped his blanket around him to keep him warm, and ran back to her own trailer and went in.

Rhylee laid Kayden into his crib, and went into her own bedroom. She pulled off her sneakers, jeans and panties. She unbuttoned Karl's shirt, but left it on, with it falling open on either side of her now bare breasts.

With one hand she began pulling on a nipple, and squeezing it. With her left hand, she began running her had through her shortened pussy hair. "I wonder if I should start shaving again," she said to herself. She began caressing herself. She felt herself growing wet again. She rubbed her clit with her thumb, and after wetting her middle finger in her mouth, she slipped it inside herself. She masturbated herself like that, and felt her breast begin to let down milk. Her pussy was wet, and the wetness was running toward her ass. Her milk was making her breast wet and slippery. Rhylee could feel the orgasm building. Suddenly it slammed her. She rocked from side to side, frigging her clit and milking herself. She watched a couple streams of breast milk shoot up into the air, and land on her belly. Slowly she calmed down, and held onto the stuffed bunny she had since she was five years old. Then she began to cry.

2:15 a.m. Karl's phone began to vibrate. He opened it up, and read, "I like you naked."

He sent back, "I'm glad. It's been a while since I felt I could trust someone like that."

"I trust you."

"People need someone they can trust. I won't betray you."

"Can I get naked with you?"

Karl just sent back a question mark, "?"

"I had sex kind of like that. With Mindy."

"Oh, damn."

"Do you disapprove?"

"Not that. I've got a picture in my mind."

"Lol. Are you hard?"

"Damn right."

"Why?"

"I love breasts. I love a woman's pussy. Four breasts are ten times more exciting than two. It's the new math. Only for fantasies, though"

"Why?"

"One woman at a time. I've only got two hands. I've only got one penis. It can't go into two women at the same time. I'd hate to waste a naked woman like that :) "

"Lol. You ever do a guy?"

"No."

"Interested?"

"No."

"Bigot."

"Nope. I don't understand the attraction. I don't have it. I like women. I'm happy with that."

"Ok. Night."

"G'night."

"I'll be there for breakfast. I want them scrambled."

Karl got out of bed. He went to his bedroom window, and stood there in the dark. He saw the light go out in Kayden's room. Then, a few seconds later, the light in Rhylee's room went out as well. He dropped his shorts where he stood and went back to bed. Again, he fell asleep holding his penis.

He woke up tired. He had some dreams. Margaret was there, Rhylee was there. He didn't remember having sex in the dream, but it was definitely a sex dream..

Rhylee had slept very well. It was like she felt safe for the first time. Kayden was crying. His diaper needed changing. But if Rhylee didn't get into the bathroom soon, she would need some changing, too. She sat on the toilet, and began to pee. She wiped herself, and went to take care of Kayden.

She removed his diaper, and cleaned his little tush. She gazed at her naked little baby. "Just be careful with that thing, kid. It's dangerous."

She re-diapered him, wrapped him in his blanket, and headed for the door. "I hope breakfast is ready." Then she felt her breasts start to leak a little. "You better be hungry, kiddo. Your breakfast is ready."

Again, she went into Karl's trailer without a knock. "Where's breakfast?"

Karl answered from the kitchen, "Sit down."

She sat at the table, and pulled open one side of her shirt. It was Karl's shirt from yesterday. It was completely unbuttoned, but she kept one breast covered. Karl put a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in front of her. 

"Thanks."

"Your welcome. Glad to have you here. Real glad."

Rhylee took a few bites of food, then announced, "Girls are better at eating pussy than guys."

"Damn, girl. Don't you even warm up a little? That's some way to begin a conversation."

"Well it's true."

"I don't know."

"No, think about it. They have to. You know I'm right. They know what feels good, and they do it to the other girl."

"I don't think that's right. What feels good to you, may be different than what feels good to Mindy. Some guys hate to feel teeth on their penis during oral sex. I love a little love biting and chewing."

Karl paused. "What's important is that lovers care enough about the other to learn what their partners like, and then do that. It takes trial and error. It helps if you talk to each other."

"I'm not a lesbo."

"I didn't say you were."

"No, I just had to say it. But I really liked the way Mindy touched me, and ate me. She isn't lesbo either. I guess we're bi. But not really. I liked sex with her, but I've never wanted sex with another girl."

"Close friends?"

"Yeah. For a long time."

"Maybe that's it. You love and trust each other, and you expressed that sexually."

Rhylee ate a little more, then shifted Kayden to the other side. This time she left her breast uncovered. "After softball practice, she and I went back to the locker room to shower. All the other girls went straight home. We were alone in the shower. God, she has perfect tits. I wish mine were like hers. I just looked at her, and she looked back. Then we laughed, and hugged each other with the water coming down on us. I felt her boobs sliding against mine, and I got so wet, I felt like I was peeing in the shower. I kissed her. She kissed me. It was so hot. She reached down and started feeling my pussy. I was clean shaven then, so was she."

Rhylee stopped for a moment, ate a little more, and then looked at Karl. Do you like your girls hairy or shaved?"

Karl turned red. He didn't answer.

"C'mon, get naked. I'm getting naked about Mindy. Do you like them hairy or smooth."

"Hairy. I don't want to feel like I'm with a little girl. Breast size isn't important. A nice big nipple on a flat chest will get me excited, because little girls' nipples aren't big and fat. But a shaved pussy looks like a little girl. I want to be with a woman."

"'K. I understand. I hate it when a guy shaves. I think it's because he wants to make his dick look bigger. Like that would impress me. Did you ever shave?"

"No. In my day you would have been called a fag if you shaved. Again, little boys are bare. I think men and women should have hair."

"How about pits?"

"Either way. I don't mind pit hair on a girl. Sometimes Margaret didn't bother to shave, usually she did."

"Anyway, I shaved, because I usually wore a thong. You like thongs?"

"Actually, I don't. I like unwrapping the present, or watching it be unwrapped. For me, there's nothing sexy about a slingshot and a string up your butt."

Rhylee snorted. "Shit! Don't make me laugh when I'm drinking my orange juice. What do you like?"

"Boy shorts. Don't know why. I don't care why. I like them. Margaret never wore them, they didn't exist when we were young. But those are the posters in the Victoria's Secret window that I pretend I'm not looking at."

"Well, there we were in the shower, fingering each other, and rubbing on each other. Then Mindy said, "Let's go to my house."

"We dried off, got dressed, and went to her house. We started kissing, and shoving our tongues down each other's throat. I pulled her clothes off, she pulled off mine. We took turns sucking each other's tits. Every way she touched me just got me hotter and hotter. I pushed her on her back, and climbed on top of her. My pussy was on her right thigh, and my left thigh was pressed against her pussy. We just kind of pressed against each other and rocked and pushed on each other. Damn it felt good!"

She rolled herself out from under me. At first I was disappointed. I was almost there. Then she spun around and pounced on my pussy with her mouth. We rolled on our sides, and into a sixty-nine. She sucked my clit into her mouth, and I exploded, immediately. God! I thought my pussy would fall off my body. It pulsed and throbbed. I think I bit her pussy lips, and she went off! No guy ever made me feel like that."

"Has any guy ever really tried to eat you out?"

"Not really. Derrick came the closest, but really he was like the rest of them. He just wanted to get his dick in me, and come. Afterward he complained about tasting the rubber I made him wear, so he wouldn't eat me afterward."

"So you don't know what the right guy can do. You've only been fucked. You need a man to make love to you."

Like the day before, Rhylee laid Kayden's blanket on the living room floor, and laid him on it. She left the shirt unbuttoned, her breasts in the open.




Karl Cared Enough



Then she stood up, and faced Karl. She looked at his big belly. She looked at his bald head, and the gray hair. Without expecting it, she asked, "You volunteering?"

"For what?"

"To not fuck me. To make love to me."

"Oh, Rhylee. Get serious. Look at me. I am so wrong. Not even a woman my age would want me."

"All talk, huh? You don't care any more than any other guy."

"I care more than you know," Karl said, very quietly. "I don't know how I feel about you. A little bit fatherly. I'd be proud if you were my daughter. We're friends. I have really enjoyed getting to know each other. I'm a little in love with you. I have definitely lusted after you. I would hate to screw that up. Sex is powerful. Lovemaking is even more powerful. I don't want to screw you up, Rhylee."

Rhylee burst into tears. "I'm already screwed up. I don't think I could be any more screwed up. You talk good about 'making love,' and being naked, but it's all talk. The only action you take is solo work. You have gotten so used to jacking off, that you won't get naked with me. You won't take a chance with me. You don't really care enough to take a chance!"

Karl stood from his chair. He put one hand behind her head, and held it still as he moved his face toward her. Very gently, he reached forward, and brushed his lips against hers. Then he kissed the corner of her mouth. Then he lightly kissed her left ear. He whispered in her ear.

"Rhylee, I care. I care enough. Would you have dinner with me, tonight?"

"Where?"

"My favorite restaurant. Here. I'll make you a dinner like you've never had. Then we'll see where that goes."

Rhylee though about it. She dropped her hand and picked up his, and guided it toward her breast. This was completely different from when she was in his lap, raging at him. His hand went with hers, willingly. He cupped her naked breast in his hand, and rubbed the nipple with his thumb. He moved his head back to her face, and kissed her eyelids, first the left, then the right. He nipped lightly at her nose. Then he moved back to her lips and pressed against them with a steadily increasing pressure. He opened his lips slightly, and let his tongue barely touch her lips.

Rhylee responded. She opened her mouth, and slipped her tongue into his mouth. He had never felt such a tongue. It was like it was reaching down into his throat. He started sucking on it for all he was worth, and kneaded her breast. For a change, it didn't take time for him to harden.

Then, her breast was wet and slippery. The milk was leaking everywhere. He pulled away from her mouth, and looked directly into her eyes, for at least five seconds. Then he bent over, and began licking the milk off her full breast.

"I've always wondered what it tastes like," he murmured. "Sweet. Good. Really good." He put the nipple into his mouth and sucked, once, twice, a third time.

"Gotta stop. This is Kayden's," he said.

Rhylee was disappointed. This felt very good. This was as wet as she had ever been since she and Mindy had stopped their sexual experimenting.

Karl, gave another quick peck on Rhylee's lips. "Get out of here, brat. Button your shirt, take your kid, and go. If you still want it, come back at seven. We'll have dinner, and we'll see what happens from there. In the meantime, I have work to do."

Rhylee did as she was told, maybe for the first time in her life. Each time she fed Kayden that day, she felt herself growing wet. She thought about Karl's lips on her breasts. She couldn't believe that old guy was having this kind of effect on her. She wandered around the trailer while Kayden slept. Sometimes she sat down and cried. Sometimes she picked up a few things and put them away.

In the meantime, Karl went out and went shopping. Fresh strawberries. Chocolate to melt. He got a single lobster and two beef filets. Two Yukon Gold potatoes went into the cart. Baby carrots and fresh dill. He was out of eggs, a dozen went into the cart. He reviewed his pantry in his mind. Since he moved into the trailer, he didn't care much about cooking anymore. Without Margaret to please, he didn't care. Suddenly, he found himself caring.

Fresh tarragon, white wine vinegar, shallots, fresh chervil, cayenne pepper and butter. He now had everything he needed to make a sauce Bearnaise.

He went to the wine aisle. Then he decided, "no." She was a minor. He was taking enough chances as it was. She was of age for sex, but it would still be a felony for him to give her any alcohol. He thought that a little silly. Sex had far greater potential damage than a glass of wine in a person's life. Booze was a body thing, but sex touched your very soul. But jail wasn't a chance he was willing to take. Instead he got some apple juice, and some CO2 capsules for his seltzer bottle. He would make freshly carbonated apple juice to go with the meal.

Margaret always kept the house filled with candles, so Karl checked out the choices. Just junky emergency candles. He went to the mall, to the Yankee Candle shop. That was Margaret's favorite choice. He started talking to her.

"Margaret, I hope you don't mind. We changed each other's lives, but I am so lonely. I know this isn't a long term deal, and I would never have betrayed our marriage. But you're gone. I can't ever know you again. I feel like you're guiding me right now. I still love you. I still need you. Will you help me? Will you help me help Rhylee? Will you help give her back her life?"

He went into the shop. He looked around, there were so many choices! What to get?

"Can I help you?" A pleasant middle-aged woman offered.

Karl turned beet-red. The clerk looked at his left hand, and saw that there was no wedding ring. Karl had removed it shortly after Margaret's death. It wasn't that he was on the prowl, it was just sacred somehow, and he thought it would profane it to wear it after she was gone.

The woman saw he was single, saw the red face, and smiled gently. "I think there's a very lucky woman out there, am I right?"

"A woman, yes. I don't know how lucky."

"Oh, she is. You care enough to make something nice for her. She's fortunate. Let's see, a romantic evening. You don't want light and too sweet. Lavender is completely wrong. Vanilla is too much grandmother. You want something just a tiny bit heavy, but not overpowering. You want something a little exotic, like her."

"How does she know all this?" thought Karl.

She laughed. "I'm a mind-reader, you know. Not really, but I know what I like, what would get me going. It's my job to know candles, and the more I know people, the better I can do my job. Now, you're looking for romance, so you don't want the candles in a jar. That's homey. You don't want kitchen, you want bedroom. That means pillar candles. You could put them in a chimney, or leave them out. Pillars are romantic."

She put her hand at the small of his back, and guided him to the array of pillar candles. "Only two choices will work for you. The Sage and Citrus, and the Cinnamon and Frankincense. I would get five or six of the Cinnamon and Frankincense. Put one on the table for the dinner. It is dinner at home, isn't it?"

Karl stood mute, and nodded in amazement.

"Good. Then one on the table, no more. No flowers. Don't let the fragrances compete. You need a low candle, not a tall one. You don't want to have to straighten up to see over it, to look at your lady's face. The six inch candle should just be on a saucer or small plate."

The rest of them should be around the living room. That way the candles will blend their aromas together, from one room to the next. The Sage and Citrus will be in the bedroom, so that they can have a completely different aroma, without fighting with the other candles. Just be sure that they aren't someplace where you might knock them over. Mirrors are good, they add to the light, without making the place too bright. You want to be able to see her, but still enjoy the mood of mystery that dim lighting provides."

"Then two or three of the Sage and Citrus. That will blend well with any musky atmosphere that may develop. They are for the bedroom. Not the headboard or bedside tables either," she instructed. "Headboards are dangerous places for candles. Too much motion could knock them down onto you. That wouldn't be good," she said with a gentle smile.

"Clear your dresser top. One or two candles there. Find another secure spot on the other side of the room for the other candle. The candles are not for you to see, they are for her. Most likely, your back will be toward them. That's why you put them on the sides of the room, and closer to the far end, than near the bed. She will be looking at you, or seeing them."

"Oh, one more thing. If there is a tv in the room, get it out. They're ugly, and unromantic. Make her feel that the room is a temple, dedicated to her. Hide it in a closet for the night, do something, but get it out."

Karl was dumbfounded. Everything she said sounded just right, he just couldn't believe this total stranger was talking to him like this. It was as if Margaret was speaking to him.

Tears sprang to his eyes. Now he really felt naked, in front of this complete stranger. She reminded him of himself, more than Margaret. A little thick as frequently comes with age. A friendly, open face, with a sweet smile. Lightly curled, dark brunette hair, that was probably dyed. She was old enough to be turning gray, but there was no sign of it. But it was as if Margaret was telling him how to prepare for the evening with Rhylee. She answered his prayer.

The woman's name tag identified her as Kim. She gathered up the candles she suggested, and he followed her to the register.

"Nothing more, now. Don't overdo. Simple is best. You don't want to overpower her, you want to woo her. You're not looking for what I call 'atmospheric rape'"

She rang up the sale, took his money, and put the candles in a bag. As he turned to leave in a daze, she added one more thing. "She is lucky. If it doesn't work out, stop by here again. You'll already have my favorite candles."

Karl almost stumbled as he left the store. There was no doubt in his mind at all. Kim just came on to him. He was still fat, old, ugly Karl. What was going on? Kim was definitely attractive, especially for her age. And Rhylee was just an extraordinarily hot very young woman who had propositioned him over a plate of scrambled eggs.

"Margaret? What are you doing? What's happening to me?"

Karl was lost in thought as he prepared for the dinner date. He laid the ingredients out to speed up the cooking. He peeled the potatoes, put some salt in a pot and cold water. He cut the potatoes into cubes and put the pot on the stove. The carrots went into a little metal steamer at the bottom of a saucepan, and were sprinkled with freshly chopped dill. A little water on the bottom of the pot, a lid on the pot, and it was ready for heat when the time came.

Another large pot of water was put on to boil. The lobster kept trying to climb out of the kitchen sink, but it was too slippery. When the water was boiling, Karl removed the heavy rubber bands from the claws, apologized to the crustacean, and dropped him into the gently boiling water. About twelve minutes later, the lobster was bright red, so out came the tongs to pull him out of the water. He cleaned up that preparation, and cracked the lobster after it had cooled. He carefully removed the tail meat and sliced it into cutlets. He set them aside, and then attacked the claws. After he had harvested the meat, he chopped everything but the cutlets. Then he put it into the refrigerator.

When the potatoes were done, he drained them and mashed them with butter, sour cream, white pepper, salt, a pinch of nutmeg and an egg yolk. He didn't have his old pastry bags anymore. All his fancy cooking stuff went when he sold the house. He didn't think he would ever be cooking again.

Instead he mounded the potatoes into two servings, and molded and scalloped them with two large spoons. He eyed the work critically, and tried again. Then he dusted them very lightly with a little paprika, and set them aside.

The beef was put on a broiling tray, seasoned, and put into the oven. At least the trailer used propane for the stove, so he could use a proper flame for broiling, and not an uneven electric coil. He let the steaks rest in the oven to bring them up to room temperature before cooking. He laid out the Bearnaise ingredients on the counter right next to the stove, in the order that he would use them.

He turned around. You don't exactly get a formal dining room in a trailer. He straightened the kitchen area, and looked at his watch. If he rushed, he could get to the local dollar type store, and get an inexpensive fabric table cloth.

When he returned, he set the table with the cloth and napkins he picked up. He settled for the only plates he had, and hoped Rhylee didn't think them too tacky. He laid out the cutlery, wineglasses and water glasses. The single candle went into the center of the table. He had ignored Kim's advice a little tiny bit. He bought a pink rosebud at the florist, and put it at Rhylee's place, where she would sit with her back to the stove.

The kitchen was ready. Next was the living room. That was easy, and he laid out the remaining five Cinnamon and Frankincense candles.

Next was the bedroom. He unplugged the tv, and disconnected the cable. He moved it into the other bedroom, that was really just a storage room, anyway.

Then he cleared off the rest of his dresser, and put on two candles, very close to each other. He found a small block of wood to rest one on, so they stood at different heights. The other candle went across the room on a small side table. Then he laid a pair of dark slacks, a yellow polo shirt, and his blue suede sport jacket on the bed, ready to change into.

He looked around. Everything was ready. He needed something to keep him busy, he had to keep his hands busy. He had been hard nearly the entire time since Rhylee left. He kept remembering the taste of her milk, and he wanted to taste it again. He saw those lovely breasts before him, and yearned to pull his penis into the open and masturbate furiously. He knew better than that. Maybe he could recover within the day, he suspected he could, but maybe not. Performance anxiety, he did not need, tonight.

Six-thirty. He changed his clothes, and put his hamper in the storage room also. Who needs dirty clothes in Rhylee's temple? He smiled as he thought of that. How did Kim know that Rhylee was a goddess who deserved a temple?

The jacket he hung on the back of the chair closest to the door. He sent a text to Rhylee. "Knock, don't just walk in." Then he turned to the stove and started the various parts of the meal. Timing it was going to be tricky with the tiny kitchen that mobile homes have, but he'd give it his best shot. The only light on in the place was the hood light over the stove. He decided it was time to light all the candles.

A light knock sounded at the door. Karl slipped his jacket on, and went to the door. There she stood. Small, vulnerable, beautiful, sexy Rhylee. She was holding Kayden. "I don't have a sitter, you're my only sitter," she offered.

"I expected him. I have something for him." He showed her a very large, wicker laundry basket he had purchased. There was a blanket in the bottom. "Here, he has his own little bed for tonight." We can bring it in with us later, if we want."

Rhylee shook her head. "He'll be fine in the living room. I don't want to share my bedroom with my son. He needs his space, I need mine. I started that the day we came home from the hospital. I've only slept alone, but I always knew he was in the house with me, and that was company enough."

Rhylee looked around the trailer. "This is just beautiful! I can't believe you did all this! I bet you do this for all your women!"

Karl nodded. "Uh-huh. Margaret and you. And you are worthy of it. You are a goddess and tonight you are to be worshiped in a manner befitting you."

Rhylee told him, "I need to feed Kayden, then he should sleep for a while. Probably not all night, but he's getting better about sleeping for more than two hours at a time."

"Go ahead, you don't need my permission, you never asked for it before."

"I know, but somehow this is different. Can I use your second bedroom to feed him?"

"Sure," Karl said, puzzled, and a little disappointed. He had been looking forward to a preview of coming attractions. He turned his attention to the final dinner preparations. The carrots were steaming, the filets were broiling. When they were done on one side, he turned them over, and slid the potatoes under the broiler, alongside the meat. Then he focused carefully on the Bearnaise sauce. It was tricky stuff, and he was out of practice. When he was satisfied, he pulled it off burner so it wouldn't overcook. He slid the chopped lobster under the broiler for just a minute, to take the chill off it. He cut a garlic clove in half, and rubbed it over the lobster scallops. A little garlic flavor was great, but tonight was not the night to overpower one another. The tail scallops went into a pan with melted butter, to warm up, and brown very lightly.

The plates were laid out on the counter. The minced lobster was spread out over about a third of the plate. The broiled Duchess potatoes were carefully transferred to the plates, then the carrots. Next the filets were laid on bed of minced lobster, and two tail cutlets placed on each filet. The Sauce Bearnaise was ladled over the cutlets and filets. Then the carrots were carefully spooned onto the plates. The strawberries were cleaned and in a glass bowl on the counter. That was for dessert. Another ceramic bowl was resting in a water bath on the stove top, gently melting the chocolate. By dessert time, the chocolate would be ready.

Karl had also purchased some ready-made coleslaw, and some fennel. He had grated a little of the fennel bulb, and mixed it into the slaw, then chopped the fennel top and sprinkled it over the slaw. He spooned that into two small bowls as a salad course.

The dinner plates went into the oven which had been turned off, to keep the food warm until Rhylee came back out. It seemed like that happened almost immediately. She had also changed from her jeans and t-shirt. Karl smiled.

Rhylee had put his shirt back on, and was wearing a simple floral skirt. Karl didn't even know she owned a skirt. Blue jeans and shorts were her uniform, depending on the season. She had left the sneakers behind, and was barefoot. He found that very erotic. But then, he was in such a mood that a suit of armor would have been erotic.

She gave Kayden a kiss, and laid him in the basket. She looked around again. She had never seen such a romantic place before. It was an odd combination of redneck and class. Candles and trailer park. She laughed with delight, and came over to Karl. She put her arms around her, and turned her face up to kiss and be kissed.

They did so, lightly, and without passion. It was a friendly, and affectionate greeting, between friends, but good friends. They hugged each other, and Karl got a shock. His hands found bra straps below his shirt. He looked at her, traced a bra strap across one of her shoulders and raised an eyebrow in a silent question.

"You said you liked unwrapping the present," Rhylee laughed, "so I thought I would add another layer of wrapping paper."

Karl was delighted. She was getting the idea. Seek to please your partner, and discover how much pleasure you get from it. She had pleased him, simply because she remembered what he said he liked.

He kissed her on the forehead, and escorted her to her seat. He picked up the rose blossom, and placed it in the small amount of cleavage she allowed to show. Then he turned and took the meal from the oven and placed one before her, and the other on his side of the table.




Karl Cared Enough



Rhylee waited until he sat, and said, "We haven't talked about religion much. I think you believe in God. I call myself a Christian, even if I haven't lived very much like one, and I still say grace before I eat, even if just to myself. Can I say grace out loud, tonight?"

Karl smiled and nodded. He wasn't sure if he would be able to say much at all tonight. He didn't trust his voice to be steady.

"Rhylee bowed her head. With simplicity she began, "Jesus. Thank you for Karl. Thank you that he cares about me. I know I shouldn't ask this, but please be with us, even if this is sin. I know that doesn't make sense, Jesus, but I want to experience some kind of love, just for once. Thank you for this amazing food, from this amazing man. Amen."

She looked up. "Was that ok?"

Karl nodded. "It was beautiful. It's kind of a strange situation isn't it? I want to say one thing. You have complete control. I hope you will trust me. I care about you so much, I don't want to hurt you in any way. If you change your mind at any point, say 'stop,' and I will. At the same time, if you trust me, go with me. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy the meal."

"I've never seen food like this. This is amazing. I didn't know you were a chef!"

"I'm no chef. I've never been trained. I like food, in case you haven't noticed. But I've had no reason to cook since, well, since, you know. . ." He didn't want to complete the sentence.

Rhylee looked around. It's beautiful. Why did you do all this?

"It's the difference between making love and fucking. Making love is about the other person. It's about giving them pleasure. It's about caring about their joy more than your own. If you do that, you won't believe the pleasure you receive."

They then began to focus on the food. As the plates began to empty, Karl got nervous. Food was easy. Making love to this beautiful young woman was more than a little intimidating. There was nothing sexy about him, he thought he was disgusting to look at. How do you start? What do you do? It had been so very long.

Rhylee looked at Karl. "How weird is this?" she thought. In some ways he reminds me of 'Uncle Dick.' But I'm not scared of him, and I'm actually a little turned on."

Karl rose, and removed the plates from the table. Then he set the candle to the side of the table so that there was nothing between them. He set the strawberries on the table, and removed the bowl of melted chocolate from the water bath and put it next to the strawberries.

"Strawberries and chocolate were created to go together. They were also invented to be eaten with no silverware. There is only one way to eat them."

Karl sat back down, opposite the small table from Rhylee. He picked up a berry, and picked it up with his fingers. He carefully dipped it into the chocolate and held it out to Rhylee. She looked a little confused.

"Lean forward." She did. "Close your eyes." They closed. "Open your mouth." It opened. He put the strawberry into her mouth, and said, "Bite."

"Oh, God." Rhylee moaned. "That is so good."

Karl re-dipped the remainder of the berry. "Double dipping is allowed in romance," he informed her with a smile. "And you really don't have to close your eyes."

He placed the berry on her tongue, looking deeply into her green eyes. Then he caressed her cheek lightly with his thumb, before withdrawing his hand. "Now it's your turn."

Rhylee picked up a berry, dipped it in chocolate in and held it out to him. He leaned forward, and took the entire berry into her mouth, including two fingertips. Before she had a chance to withdraw her hand, he sucked the two fingers deeply into his mouth. The berry he pushed into his cheek with his tongue, and then, licked her fingers while sucking on them. Finally he opened his mouth and released her fingers.

"Shit, how'd he do that?" Rhylee wondered. "Suddenly I am so wet. It's like he gave my fingers a blow job."

Then Karl got off his chair a bit, and moved it closer to Rhylee's. "We're too far apart. I don't want the table between us. He dipped another berry, and this time, held her hand as he placed the berry on her tongue.

Rhylee picked up another berry, and dipped it. With an impudent little smile, she dabbed a bit of the chocolate on his nose, before she put it into his mouth. Then she leaned forward, and licked the chocolate back off his nose.

By now, Karl was thoroughly hard, and Rhylee's panties were dripping. They both moved their chairs until they were side by side. Karl put his left arm around her back, as he offered her another berry with his right. She opened her mouth, and he pushed the entire large berry into her mouth.

It was too big. As she bit down, juice and chocolate spilled out of her mouth, and down her chin. Karl leaned toward her, and began licking the chocolate and juice from her skin, and her neck. As she struggled to chew and swallow the berry, he kissed her neck and chest, down to the rosebud tucked into her cleavage. Then he went back up her neck, and kissed her on the lips. Their lips parted, and they tasted strawberry and chocolate from each other's mouths.

Karl broke off the kiss, and Rhylee picked up another berry. After dipping it, she too pushed the entire berry into his mouth. "She's a quick study," Karl thought to himself, happily. He still had a surprise or two for her, however. There was plenty of room in his mouth for the berry and chocolate. He chewed it a bit, and pretended to swallow. Then he leaned toward her for another kiss.

Once again, their lips parted, and with his tongue, he pushed half the mashed berry and chocolate into her mouth. They laughed, and kept kissing and eating, which was a sloppy proposition. Red and brown flowed out of each of their mouths, and onto their chins, and neck. That was it. Dinner was over. Karl stood, and pulled Rhylee to her feet. He began to unbutton her shirt. He swallowed the fruit, and began licking her chin, her neck, her chest, as he fully unbuttoned her. Then he led her over to the couch, and sat, pulling her down, next to him. She was with him every step of the way. She pulled off his jacket, and pulled his polo shirt over his head, and cleaned him with her own amazingly long tongue. They then put their mouths back together.

Carl held her tightly at first, and pressed his lips into hers. Mouths opened and closed. Tongues fought and relaxed. He moved around to her cheek, and then began to lick the top of her ear, and around the edge, until he sucked her earlobe into his mouth. The little plug that she had in her lobe popped out, leaving a largish hole in her lobe. Immediately Karl poked his tongue into this hole and began licking.

Rhylee went nuts. She grabbed at his slacks. She found the zipper and tore it down, and reached into his shorts. It's not like she had to hunt around. His erection was urgently seeking release from its confines. She just grabbed him and squeezed, and hard as she could.

Karl pulled his tongue out of her earlobe, and began flicking it in and out of the center of her ear. He reached around her and discovered that the bra catch wasn't there. With her free hand, Rhylee began to open the closure at her chest.

"Don't," Karl breathed into her ear. "Let me." He moved his hand to her front and gently opened her bra. It fell to her sides, and her breasts were once again exposed to his eyes. It was obviously not the first time he had seen them, but he gazed on them as if it were. Softly, so softly he brushed one hand across the tops of the breasts, from one side to the other, left breast, then right, then left again. He was slow, deliberate and barely touching her.

Rhylee was overwhelmed. She had never been touched so softly before, not even by Mindy. She let go of his groin. She closed her eyes, leaned back into the couch, and just experienced his hand. It didn't quite tickle, but almost.

Karl was turned sideways on the sofa, facing Rhylee from the side. With his right hand he supported her right breast with a cupped hand from the bottom. It was the most amazing bra she ever felt. He bent lower, and kissed the top of her breast. Then he lifted the other, and kissed it. Again he alternated as he began bathing her entire breast with his warm breath and soft lips. The one thing he didn't do was touch her nipples.

Rhylee almost screamed with frustration. "Suck me," she thought. "Suck my tits," she begged within herself. Her nipples crinkled hard and seemed to just flow with her milk. She hoped he wasn't disgusted by the mess.

On the contrary, the sight of the flowing, almost squirting milk only inflamed his passion. This was something Margaret had never been able to offer him. Sometimes while surfing on the web, he would look for videos with squirting breasts. This was a dream come true. Karl opened his mouth, and gently squeezed. He missed, and hit his cheek. He adjusted himself a little and tried again. He missed again. Finally he gave up, and leaned in and began licking the milk off her breasts. He licked and kissed, and finally satisfied Rhylee's frustration and pulled a nipple between his lips. He suckled at her nipples like little Kayden. He drank like he hadn't eaten for a month. Left nipple. Right nipple. Back to the left. He actually drained her dry, on both sides, and quit, just before it became painful.

"How does he know?" she wondered. She didn't realize the tiny signals she sent out. He could feel the fraction of an inch that she withdrew when she was ready for him to move on. He listened to her moans of pleasure. He held her loosely to allow her freedom of movement, so that he could interpret her moves, and take her where her unconscious signals told him where she wanted to go.

He pulled back and looked at her. He looked into her eyes, he looked at her body, with a shirt, and bra dangling on either side of her fully exposed breasts.

Then she looked at his face closely, and burst out laughing. She leaned forward with her tongue and began licking her own milk off his face from where he sprayed himself with her own baby food. Of course, curiosity had driven her to taste her own milk before, but by licking it off his face, it somehow tasted sweeter, better.

"I love her breasts," Karl thought. So young, so soft, even when full of milk. Her pussy is beautiful, and I can't wait to see it again. But that tongue is one of the sexiest things I have ever experienced." When she had finished cleaning him like a momma cat cleans her kittens, she pulled back. He leaned forward and slid the shirt and bra straps off her shoulders, so that they fell to the couch behind her. Now, like him, she was nude to the waist. He held her close, just to feel her breasts pressed against his chest.

He lightly bit at her neck and shoulder. Then he kissed her in the same spot. Then he slid to his knees onto the floor in front of the couch. He pulled her onto her back on the couch, as he knelt beside and over her. He kissed her breasts, the sides and the bottom of her breasts. A small disappointment. She didn't respond to his ministrations at the bottom of her breasts as Margaret used to. "Ah well, everyone's different." he thought.

He covered her tummy with kisses. He kept his hand well away from her pubic area. The waistband of her skirt he treated as an uncrossable barrier. That was for later, in the next room. But the belly button, now that was above the line. And for any disappointment he may have felt with her unresponsiveness at the bottom of her breasts, she more than made up for it when he licked her little belly button. Her tummy wasn't quite flat. It used to be, she had told him, but Kayden had kind of changed that. She was working on getting it back, but for the moment, Karl was glad. It made her adorable belly button just a little bit deeper. More room for his tongue. 

The moment he began exploring her navel with his tongue, she jerked and trembled. "Tummy orgasms?" he wondered. "Maybe not an orgasm, but she sure liked it." With his fetish for the belly button, this response was more than he could have dreamed of. Immediately he moved away from it, and began licking in a circle around it, down as far as the skirt waistband. Round and round he went circling in for the kill. He stabbed her again with her tongue, and she responded again, even harder. Suddenly he thought of the way he had seen her play with Kayden. He took a deep breath, and pressed his mouth against her belly, right over her navel, and blew out, making that rude blow on the baby's belly noise.

Rhylee couldn't believe her own reaction. She screamed. It was so unexpected. It was so hot. "Again!" she screamed. He did it again, and she burst into laughter, and almost peed her pants, it felt so good. One more time he stabbed her belly button with his tongue, while cupping one breast in his hand. He sucked hard at her belly button, drawing her tummy skin into his mouth.

"What's he doing to me? What is this? Can you die from feeling this good?" Involuntarily, Rhylee pulled her legs up, drawing her knees toward her chest. She threw arms her around her thighs, and pulled them up against her belly, crushing Karl's head against her tummy. "Unh, Unh, Unh," she grunted and panted. She had never imagined that she had a direct connection between her belly button and her pussy. Mindy had given her great orgasms. Not like this. Karl hadn't even touched her, at least not her pussy, and she was pulsing, with pleasure that was only a half step from pain, it was so intense.

She slowly let her legs back down, and released Karl's head. He took a deep and shaky breath. "Liked that, did you?" he smiled at her.

"Ohhh, man. What was that? I think you killed me."

"No, my sweet, beautiful girl, my wonderful lover. I've helped you come alive, for the first time. I hope I'm not done yet. But it's time for a break."

Karl moved to the end of the couch, lifted her feet, and slipped beneath them. Then he rested them on his lap. She could feel his hardness, below her heels. "Down, boy, down," she said, laughing.

Second to belly buttons, Karl was in love with feet, and Rhylee's were sweet. He began rubbing them. He focused on the arches, with his thumbs. Then he rubbed her toes, one at a time, all ten of them. As he worked her feet over, Rhylee's breath began to return to normal. When she seemed relaxed, he moved back to the floor, on his knees. He stayed at her feet, and started using his mouth again. He kissed them, the heels, the arches, the balls of her feet. He sucked her big toe into his mouth, and played with it, with his tongue.

She responded. She began pushing her feet toward his face, to receive the kisses with greater force. He turned toward the inner side of her ankles, and kissed partway up her calves, while massaging the muscles of her legs downward.

Rhylee felt the moisture starting to flow again. She never dreamed sex could be like this, and he still hadn't touched her genitals. Who knew? This wasn't a man. He was a genii, a magician. It couldn't be real. Rhylee wanted to do something, anything to reciprocate, but he was out of reach. He had told her that this evening was all about her, but she hadn't realized what that meant.

Karl's hands began to travel up and down her legs, never staying anywhere for long. He tickled, he stroked, he caressed, he held, he squeezed. But again, he stopped at the hemline of the skirt. Not once did he try to slip his hands under the fabric. He just played with her legs. Yet, somehow, what he didn't touch had a stronger reaction than what he did touch.

Rhylee began to long for him to touch her thighs. She wanted to feel his hands on her butt. She could hardly stand it, and began rubbing her pussy, through the skirt. Karl didn't stop her. He had his plans, and it was fine if she wanted to give herself a little more pleasure. This was about her pleasure. He cared enough to make love to her, not just fuck her.

She did it. She came again, under her own hand, through the dual layers of cloth, skirt and panties. And as much as she enjoyed it, it fell a little short. She wanted his touch, not her own. But that was Karl's cue. He rose to his feet, leaned over, grasped her hands and pulled her to her feet. She could barely stand, she was still quivering a little from her orgasm.

He turned her toward her, and pulled her close. This time he stroked and caressed her back, from neck to skirt. Then he took one hand, and led her first to the basket. Kayden was sleeping soundly, and he wanted her to be relaxed about him.

Then he led her to his bedroom, and opened the door. She looked around, and immediately said, "Where's the tv?"

"God bless Kim," Karl thought. "I've got something far better to watch than re-runs," he told her. "This is all about you. Who needs a television when you have a goddess?"

Miscue? Rhylee burst into tears. "Shit," Karl thought. "Wrong thing to say?" 

He asked her, "What's wrong?"

"I've always been someone's cunt," she sobbed. "I know you hate that word, but really that's the truth. I was a warm place to put a fucking dick. No one ever cared like this. I've never been a g-g-g-g-goddess."

"You've always been a goddess. You just didn't know it, and you didn't demand the worship that was your due as a woman. Don't ever sell yourself short again. Demand that you are treated properly, or show him the door." Karl whispered these words into her hear, quietly but intensely. "I do hate that word. Even more, I hate that guys treated you like that. Never again. You are no one's cunt. You are a woman of infinite value and worth."

He held her close, marveling at the feeling of those beautiful young breasts pressed against his chest. He felt his hard penis crying for release. "First things, first," he told his impatient member. The skirt was held in place only by an elastic waistband, so he simply tugged it over her hips, and let it drop to the floor. Then he ran his hands down her sides, from armpits to her hips. When he reached her panties he stopped and stepped back. "Boy's shorts!" he said with delight.

"You like?" she asked with a little grin.

"Oh, yeah. I don't know how, but you just managed to turn me on even more than I was. But if you don't mind. . ." and with that he reached forward and tugged them over her hips as well, and let them follow her pants to the floor.

"My turn," she said. She unbuckled his belt, and unfastened the pants, and they too joined the other clothing on the floor. It didn't take long for his boxers to head in the same direction.

"Sorry," Karl told her.

"Why?"

"It's not a fair trade. I get to see a goddess. You're stuck with a gargoyle."

"Yup, you're a fat, ugly bald old man." she answered impudently. And I've never been so juiced up in my life. Once I've killed you with a heart attack, I'm going to the mall to find another fat, ugly bald old man."

With that, Rhylee reached forward and grasped his thoroughly erect penis and drew him toward her. Step by step she backed toward the bed until she backed into it, and fell to her back on the bed.

At this point, Karl was done with the teasing. He went straight to her pussy. He turned her lengthwise on the bed, spread her legs, and crawled between them. He lowered his head to her unshaven mound, and kissed. Immediately he put his tongue between the thick puffy lips. He tried to remember her description of her first time with Mindy. Up and down the length of her slit, his tongue traveled. Then he rotated, and lay perpendicular to her and sucked the clitoral hood between his lips. He took a moment out, and put his forefinger into his mouth to lubricate it, and replaced his tongue in her musky groove with his dampened figure. His mouth returned to the tiny bud at the top.

A little licking, a little sucking, a little tongue teasing, and a finger that moved up and down, and then plunged into her vaginal opening. Back and forth, in and out, up and down, Karl focused on those few square inches.