SC-237  The Unsatisfied Daughter-In-Law
(Pamela Mason)


CHAPTER ONE

The sun broke through the blinds in her room, and she stirred, try­ing to hide her face 
from the light. She was not ready to get out of bed yet. Feel­ing lazy, she might stay in bed 
un­til her hus­band re­turned from his new job. Be­sides, she didn’t think she could face up to
spend­ing the day alone with her new father-in-law. He was still a stranger to her!

Karen Lind ... she had been Karen Thompson un­til last week. The court­ship had been fast.
She was work­ing as a lib­rar­ian in Ocean­side, a mil­it­ary base on the Cali­for­nia Pa­cific 
Coast just north of San Diego, when she met Jerry. Tall, hand­some in his uni­form, wait­ing 
there for his dis­charge, so he could re­turn to his home and run his father’s hard­ware 
busi­ness.

At twenty-five she had com­mit­ted her life to that of a spin­ster. Men were all so strange 
to her. When her mother had fi­nally died after be­ing bedrid­den for ten years Karen felt a 
sense of re­lief. She real­ized then that in­stead of spend­ing her young years learn­ing about 
boys she had run straight home from school to take care of her mother. And her mother had 
been no help in teach­ing her about sex.

Since Karen’s father had fled the coop years be­fore, her mother hated all men. They were 
beasts, bru­tal, al­ways crav­ing sex ... Karen was frightened to death of men ... un­til Jerry 
came along.

He teased her into go­ing out on their first date, even let­ting her pay her share of the 
movie and the late sup­per af­ter­ward. Since he had been a per­fect gen­tle­man on that 
date, Karen con­sen­ted to see him again. It was the fourth date in as many days be­fore he 
even kissed her good­night. Al­though the kiss was tight and brief, Karen de­cided he would 
prob­ably be the only chance she would ever have at a man.

They were strolling along the Ocean­side beach when he pro­posed. “Karen, I like you very
much. You are nice, easy to get along with, and at­tract­ive. My life is cut out for me. My father
wants to re­tire, even though he’s only fifty. He wants to get some trav­el­ing in, and he wants
me to take over his busi­ness.” He kept talk­ing, and Karen wondered if he was ever go­ing to 
get around to his pro­posal. Later on, he fi­nally did, “I’m go­ing to be work­ing about seven 
days a week, and I need some­body to take care of the house and to raise my chil­dren.”

For a minute Karen was temp­ted to ask, “What chil­dren?” but she knew he was talk­ing 
about the chil­dren they would have to­gether.

“I want to marry you, Karen. I can’t of­fer you much ex­cite­ment, but I will be a good 
pro­vider.”

And that was it ... no on-the-knees pro­posal, no cham­pagne, no bells. They were 
mar­ried two days later in the small chapel on the base. The fol­low­ing day, Jerry re­ceived 
his dis­charge and with Karen caught a bus to Sun Val­ley, a com­munity within the Los 
Angeles County.

Their hon­ey­moon was as brief as the court­ship. One miser­able night in a cheap motel. 
Since neither of them had had very much ex­per­i­ence in sex, their love­mak­ing left much to
be de­sired and was totally un­ful­filling. Jerry had grabbed for her as soon as they were in 
bed. He fondled with his hard penis, but by the time he pulled her gown up, he had 
ejac­u­lated all over her beau­ti­ful new silk panties. She had bought black ones es­pe­cially 
for this oc­ca­sion. Now they were ruined. Jerry was so em­bar­rassed that he jumped out of 
bed and spent most of the night in the bed­room. They hadn’t tried since.

Karen wondered when the mo­ment would come. It wasn’t that she was com­pletely cold 
... heav­ens no! She just needed to be treated with ten­der­ness.

She crawled out of bed in this strange house and went into the bath­room. The shower 
would put her in bet­ter spir­its, then she would go down­stairs and get ac­quain­ted with her
new father-in-law. She stripped to her bare skin.

Na­ked, she walked back into the bed­room to get her overnight case with her 
cos­met­ics. The bed still looked cozy, and she had noth­ing bet­ter to do other than to face 
the old man.

Back in bed she stretched lazily. It felt strange to be com­pletely nude un­der the sheets. 
Some­how it made the bed feel so de­li­ciously com­fort­able to her. She lay there for a while 
half doz­ing and think­ing of sex. She wanted it, but she didn’t really know what to do, or how
to re­act. The more she thought, the more she felt in­cred­ibly rosy all over. Even her full 
breasts felt busty and meaty. As the sheet slipped across her taut nipples, she real­ized that 
she was fant­ast­ic­ally horny. She wanted sex, but her hus­band was not avail­able.

Karen drew her hands across her body. She squeezed wickedly at the nipple on her left 
boob, and saw the fleshy nipple rise up erect at the end. She licked her lips, and pre­pared to 
ex­per­i­ment some more.

She drew her body out long, and felt the sheet slide across her belly, and across her 
lus­cious mounds of breast. Then she drew the sheet between her legs. She gasped at the feel 
of the lus­trous fab­ric as it slid between her thighs, and into her un­used pussy. She-spread 
her legs, and drew the sheet again through the dense folds of her cunt.

The sen­sa­tion was over­whelm­ing to her. The sheet was slick and cool and it slid across 
the moist soft lips of. Her pussy like a breeze. Karen put her legs up into the air, and she lightly
drew the sheet back and forth through her crotch, gently play­ing with her­self.

She in­creased the pace, and stroked her pussy with harder strokes of the sheet. She 
began to breathe more heav­ily, and she felt her snatch warm­ing in­side as it grew damp. 
Soon she found that her cunt was vir­tu­ally steam­ing with the re­sponse to her little game. 
She moaned lightly and began to hump her hips on the bed.

She was wild to fuck! But there was nobody to fuck! The ma­ter­ial of the sheet between 
her legs clung and slid al­tern­at­ively, set­ting up a burn­ing fric­tion over the gates of her 
steam­ing cunt. She spread her thighs wider and bent her knees more to dip down and open 
the silky petals to-the tough of the sheet. It slid in­side them and teased at the sens­it­ive 
tis­sues rim­ming the mouth of her va­gina. She moaned lightly as she felt the ball of 
sens­it­ive nerve end­ings at the top of her clit awaken and sprout like a small cock. The little 
bud surged for­ward into the cup­ping grooves of the sheet.

A change over­took her doll-like fea­tures as her pas­sion moun­ted. She quickly sprang 
from the bed and searched. Through her suit­case for the black nylon panties that still had the
stain of her hus­band’s pre­ma­ture ejac­u­la­tion blotched on them. She slipped her long 
slender legs into them and pulled them up over her thighs. Now glan­cing into the mir­ror on 
the huge dress­ing table, she stud­ied her sen­su­ous body.

Pulling at the black brief panties, she was able to slide the thin soft ma­ter­ial into the 
val­ley left by the sheets. She watched her own soft red lips go slack and her eyes hood over. 
The halo of golden hair swam lux­uri­antly around her shoulders and face. Her full breasts 
pumped up and down, the nipples tingling from the ex­cite­ment she was bring­ing on 
her­self.

As if by it­self, her thumb began creep­ing down in­side her nylon panties. The ma­ter­ial 
was tightly bunched in her fists, one in front, the other in back, and her knuckles rubbed with 
light touches over her burn­ing skin. She felt the thumb in front be­gin weav­ing back and 
forth across the trem­u­lous mound of her ab­do­men, reach­ing farther and farther 
down­ward with each swing as if seek­ing con­tact with her golden tri­angle and the pulsing 
de­lights un­der it. Then she al­lowed the hand be­hind her to nose its way between the 
cheeks of her saucy ass. A heightened throb rippled through her as she thought of its 
des­tin­a­tion.

Her hips rolled back and around and pumped for­ward, and the ma­ter­ial of the panties 
sang over her clit like a slip­pery bow over a vi­olin string.

She sucked in her breath and felt sharp jolts shoot through her, and her re­solve star­ted 
crum­bling to pieces. She wondered what dif­fer­ence one small bit of self-in­dul­gence 
would mat­ter now-what harm there would be in slip­ping her thumb in­side her cunt and 
let­ting the re­lease she’d been hold­ing back so long flow through her.

Karen’s face twis­ted in agony, and she damned her­self for hav­ing star­ted play­ing 
around.

She sucked her belly in, and watched as it rolled, with the hole of her na­vel bob­bing in 
the soft sur­face of her skin. For a mo­ment Karen stud­ied her body. Her tits were full and 
beau­ti­fully shaped. The way they hung on her chest ... her full pink nipples stand­ing out 
pertly.

Her ass was gen­er­ous without be­ing fat or shape­less, and she had a soft round belly 
that pro­truded slightly without sag­ging.

Karen watched her breasts swell as she stud­ied her body. Her nipples surged for­ward 
read­ily, then she cupped her tits in her palms and groaned with lust, mak­ing them swell 
out­ward to­ward the mir­ror. As soon as the sound es­caped her lips, she blushed. God! 
Maybe she should take a shower, but the thought of a man pulled her mind back to what she 
was do­ing. Her hips began re­volving, and her legs par­ted. Her golden bush seemed to be 
beg­ging for es­cape. Straight­en­ing. Karen pulled the black nylon panties from around her 
throb­bing body. Slowly, as if in a daze, she slid them lower and lower un­til her pulsat­ing 
pussy was in plain view in the mir­ror. She dropped her panties, and stepped out of them. 
Now nude she spread her legs wan­tonly and bent a frac­tion. Her golden bush seemed to be 
melt­ing from her mound as the drops of mois­ture formed on it and ran to the tips of the 
silky curls, load­ing her mat like a paint brush dipped in mol­ten gold.

Karen didn’t feel as if she would or could even be able to sep­ar­ate real­ity from fantasy. 
It was un­be­liev­able. Never had she felt this way be­fore, but then never had she been in 
bed with a man be­fore, es­pe­cially one who had left her com­pletely sat­is­fied.

She thrust her pel­vis for­ward and saw her pink cunt lips puff up and part read­ily and 
ex­hibit the moist meat at the mouth of her tun­nel. She could feel the nipples of need 
un­du­lat­ing along its-length, mak­ing it stretch and grow soft and slip­pery and warm 
in­side, ready­ing it­self for some­thing. Karen was un­aware of what, but she felt as if she had
to have some­thing in­ser­ted in it.

Her vo­lup­tu­ous ass-cheeks trembled fleshily as her bot­tom rocked and screwed back 
and forth, and she could see the flush of health and de­sire that crept all over her skin. She 
bent over slightly as if to ex­am­ine her breasts more closely, but in­stead her hand sneaked 
to her lower belly.

She squat­ted slightly, bend­ing her knees so that her in­ner thighs turned out­ward 
re­cept­ively for her hand. She then brought her hand up the hol­low to her groin and 
brought more shivers to her skin where it touched. The hand passed up the tender trem­bling 
flesh of her lower ab­do­men, tangling through the damp pu­bes and leav­ing a streak of 
slip­pery mois­ture that glistened un­der the light of the sun stream­ing through the thin 
drapes.

Tingles ran all through her chest and made her nipples swell to the burst­ing point with 
the wild pas­sion build­ing in­side her.

Her in­ner thighs were covered with mois­ture, and her puffy la­bia were spread wide, like 
slit­ted petals of a bruised flower. She watched the soft part of her belly quiver with 
an­ti­cip­a­tion as her hand con­tin­ued down­ward. It reached her belly again and moved 
to­ward her crotch as though it had a mind of its own. Karen’s fin­ger par­ted the pu­bes on 
its silky path. She let the manual di­git move along the down­ward-point­ing root of her clit 
and then out to the throb­bing tip. Jolts of elec­tric shock fired through her pel­vis and her 
but­tocks trembled. Her throat opened wide to let out a groan of pas­sion, and her pel­vis 
bumped back and forth in tiny waves, seek­ing more of the con­tact she so des­per­ately 
needed.

Eagerly, she bent her legs more, widen­ing the gap at her crotch, and saw the round 
ori­fice, dark and silky as a mineshaft of gold ore. The tip of her fin­ger slid along the slip­pery
folds of the in­ner lips and paused at the en­trance.

She gasped in quick breaths of air, as if work­ing up the cour­age to go ahead and let the 
fin­ger fill her body with its fire.

She watched it all in the mir­ror. The long fin­ger slid tightly past the open­ing of her cunt 
and caused mois­ture to trickle out around it and run down her thighs, as if it had punc­tured 
the swollen flesh of a ripe fruit and caused it to squirt ob­scenely.

Then the suck­ing mo­tion began, and she could feel her fin­ger jerking and push­ing at 
her pussy open­ing which was eagerly swal­low­ing the small of­fer­ing it had re­ceived and 
beg­ging for more.

Karen pushed her fin­ger farther and as it wormed its way into her va­gina, her clit­oral 
knob pulsed out­ward, seek­ing con­tact with some­thing, and she felt a burst of sen­sa­tion 
warm her in­ner thighs as her body ac­com­mod­ated the slender fin­ger. She groaned and 
rocked back and forth, fear­ing she would have to prop her but­tocks on some­thing to keep 
from fall­ing over.

Karen’s fin­ger slid in and out, rip­pling farther back to­ward her womb each time in 
sear­ing waves of de­light. She could see her­ab­do­men bloat­ing as she swal­lowed the 
length of her fin­ger, but her pussy hungered for more. She tried to keep her hips still, but 
they weaved back and forth in screw­ing mo­tions in an at­tempt to pull that fin­ger all the 
way into her and make her squeeze down hard all around it and come.

At last the teas­ing came to an end. She couldn’t hold back any longer. Her emo­tions 
were at their highest pitch, and she was afraid she would come be­fore it was time for her to, 
and then she was also afraid she would come. She felt her face go hot and her emo­tions 
swirl. She couldn’t re­call be­ing so aroused in her life as she was at this mo­ment. Cer­tainly 
she had never played with her­self be­fore.

She moved over to­ward the bed, try­ing to keep her fin­ger bur­ied in her pussy as she 
did so. She lay flat and drew her knees up, spread­ing her legs widely. She looked down the 
curving length of her torso at the stretched mouth of her cunt. She could see it clearly in the 
mir­ror and the sight thrilled her.

Her breath­ing was fast .now and when she rap­idly dug her fin­ger in and out of its wet 
pas­sage­way she moaned loudly.

“Oh ... my God!” she moaned again in a soft whis­per over and over again. “So good. So ... 
good!”

Sud­denly her ass lif­ted and made her cunt quake wan­tonly be­low her fin­ger. She 
clutched at the bed with her other hand and screamed hoarsely as shock after shock tossed 
her be­ing from peak to higher peak and plunged her into the deep­est val­leys, only to lift 
her up again to fur­ther soar­ing heights.

But as one shock after an­other shot through her, she knew she was smil­ing with pure 
hap­pi­ness, ut­ter joy, and that her throaty screams had be­come a song, telling the world 
that she was alive and happy.

Everything star­ted gray­ing out, and she knew she’d about reached her limit for now. But 
she wasn’t ready to stop. She couldn’t con­trol her spas­ming flesh. She knew her cunt was 
flow­ing freely with pure, clear juices. Even though her flesh and muscles were aching from the
po­s­i­tion she was in her fin­ger con­tin­ued its in-and-out mo­tion. It was dig­ging into her 
tender pussy canal as it snaked in and out, but she barely no­ticed the pain. For just as it got 
more in­tense she hit her peak again quickly, wildly, won­der­fully, as she was swept by 
an­other and far greater or­gasm. This one left her so phys­ic­ally weak she star­ted gray­ing 
out again. Then the gray­ness lif­ted and was re­placed by a warm golden color that spread 
over her mind and her body. She could feel her­self sink­ing deeper and deeper, her head 
go­ing gently around in swoon­ing circles as she came down and down, like a circ­ling bird 
seek­ing a perch on which to alight.

Time had no mean­ing. There was no time. There was only total sat­is­fac­tion and the 
glor­i­ous pleas­ure of un­in­hib­ited re­lease. She knew it was good, but her mind couldn’t 
form words to ex­press what she could only feel.

How long she lay she didn’t know. It was as if she had been asleep for a long time and had
awakened com­pletely fresh and free! Oh God, free!

Then real­ity hit!

What have I done? I was like a bitch in heat. Oh, I was so wicked. Mother would have 
turned over in her grave if she had wit­nessed my de­base­ment.

Shame crept up through her body caus­ing her to pull the sheet back over her ex­posed 
body as if sud­denly the eyes of the world were look­ing at her nude­ness and wan­ton­ness.

Be­fore she could think an­other thought a light rap soun­ded at the door.

CHAPTER TWO

Karen jerked vi­ol­ently, al­most fall­ing out of bed. Startled she answered tim­idly, “Yes ... 
who....”

“It’s me Dad.” There was a pause. “If you want to get up now I’ve got some late break­fast 
for you.”

Karen couldn’t bring her­self to call the stranger out­side her door “Dad.” She called out, 
“All right, Mr. Lind.” Then re­mem­ber­ing that she hadn’t showered. “I want to jump un­der 
the shower first. Be out in ten minutes or so.”

“Fine. We have a lot of get­ting ac­quain­ted to do.” She heard faint steps as he re­treated 
down the hall. For a few minutes more she lay quietly, then sigh­ing resign­edly, she crawled 
out of the com­fort­able bed and moved to­ward the shower, not dar­ing to look at her nude 
body in the mir­ror across the room. In­side the shower she turned it to high so that the 
sting­ing jets of wa­ter covered her quickly as if to wash away the guilt. She soaped her­self 
thor­oughly, not paus­ing at her pussy too long for fear of what might hap­pen. When she felt
clean she washed away the lather and just as sud­denly turned the shower off and stepped 
out. She rubbed her body briskly with the towel un­til she felt as if the blood were go­ing to 
pour from her skin. Fi­nally she felt clean.

Since she had un­packed only halfway, there wasn’t too much of a se­lec­tion from which 
to chose a dress. The only pair of panties avail­able were the sheer red ones she had vainly 
pur­chased when she had got­ten the black ones. She slid her body into the tight brief panties
and still felt nude, then not both­er­ing with a slip she merely pulled a light sun dress over her
body. She fluffed at her hair un­til she felt halfway present­able, then she no­ticed that the red
panties showed plainly through the thin ma­ter­ial of the white dress. Well, he would just have
to get use to it, she de­cided, after all she was his daugh­ter-in-law, and cer­tainly he wouldn’t
think any lewd thoughts at the way she dressed. Be­sides, she ra­tion­al­ized, all her other 
cloth­ing were waded and wrinkled from the trip. She’d have to do the laun­dry be­fore she 
would have a choice of what to wear.

As she walked to­ward the kit­chen she smelled the ba­con fry­ing and, too, the 
beau­ti­ful aroma of cof­fee pen­et­rated her nos­trils. She was hungry all of a sud­den.

Quickly she breezed into the kit­chen and said cheer­fully, “Good morn­ing.”

“Good morn­ing your­self, but I’m afraid you’re a little late. It’s af­ter­noon. Al­most two.”

“Oh, I’m sorry ... I, uh,” Karen stammered, puzzled.

“Hey,” his voice was cheer­ful and teas­ing, “I don’t mind a lazy daugh­ter-in-law, 
es­pe­cially one that’s as cute as the one I have.” He grinned and his wide face was pleas­ant.

Karen eased her­self into the chair he had pulled from the table. “Sit and have some 
cof­fee while I fin­ish the ba­con. Then I’ll throw on a couple of eggs.”

“Oh, please ... I should be do­ing this.”

“Hey,” he said again, us­ing his fa­vor­ite ex­pres­sion. “You’re my guest today. Then we’ll 
let you spoil me.”

Karen stud­ied him as she sipped at the hot cof­fee. He was much big­ger than Jerry, 
wider in the shoulders. His black hair held only a wee bit of gray and the gray was in the right 
places. In­stead of giv­ing him an eld­erly look, it made him ap­pear ma­turely hand­some, 
she de­cided. There wasn’t much of a paunch around his middle either. Some­thing just didn’t
fit. She had thought, since he was in the hard­ware busi­ness, that he would be milky white 
and chubby from be­ing in­doors.

He turned now and smiled at her. “Do I look all right to you?” She blushed.

“I don’t bite and we are go­ing to be friends.” He put the ba­con on her plate and then 
turned to the stove to pre­pare the eggs. In a while he was turn­ing back with the eggs.

“Now eat. Later we’ll go for a swim, then we’ll talk.” That ex­plained it, Karen thought. He’s 
a swim­mer. That’s why he’s in such fine shape for his age.

“I love swim­ming,” the father-in-law said. “In fact I go every­day. I had this pool put in five
years ago and I have really en­joyed it. After my wife died from a heart at­tack, I de­cided that 
I wasn’t go­ing to be­come a slave to my busi­ness the way she was. I let Jerry run it un­til he 
went into the ser­vice. When he left I hired a good man­ager. I spend only a few days a week 
there. The rest of the time I en­joy life....” he paused as if to let the words soak in. “’Course I’ll 
have to watch that Jerry doesn’t get into the same rut his mother did. I might have to teach 
him a few tricks.”

Karen looked for a double mean­ing. Maybe the man could teach his son a few tricks, at 
least a few that would help her out when she was in bed with him. She blushed again as if the 
man sit­ting across from her could read her thoughts.

They made small talk for at least an­other hour. Karen liked the man. But she still couldn’t 
bring her­self to call­ing him “Dad.”

“Mr. Lind,” she star­ted to say.

“Hey,” he cut her off, “let’s get rid of this mis­ter stuff. I know you’re stiff around me. And 
that’s nor­mal. Why don’t you just call me George. That’s my real name, you know. Okay?”

She nod­ded tim­idly, “Okay, George.” It seemed more com­fort­able to her tongue. He 
was so at ease around her that she found her self be­ing drawn to him in a close­ness that she
had never ex­per­i­enced be­fore ... not even with her mother. She de­cided that she liked the
man. He was so much dif­fer­ent from his son. Jerry, who at first had been cheer­ful and fun, 
was in the past few days taken to brood­ing. He told her that he wanted to get into the 
busi­ness and learn everything he had for­got­ten. Karen knew it was just an ex­cuse for him 
to stay away from her. He didn’t seem able to cope with his in­ad­equacy to ful­fill their 
mar­riage vows.

Later Karen and her father-in-law went into the back­yard and sat on the patio 
over­look­ing the pool. Karen re­laxed for a while, then got up to stretch. She stood for a long
time let­ting the sun burn into her face, feel­ing it wash away her un­eas­i­ness and ten­sion.

She thought George had fallen asleep un­til he spoke.

“You have a beau­ti­ful body, Karen.”

She turned quickly flustered. “How, what to you....” At loss for words she could only 
sput­ter. Even as she searched for some­thing to say she felt the crim­son flush creep up her 
body.

“Stand­ing there like that, in the sun. With that thin dress on, I could see everything you 
have, and it’s beau­ti­ful.” He said, this quietly as if he meant it as a com­pli­ment and not as a
for­ward per­son would say it. It didn’t seem to be lewd at all.

Yet Karen felt she should do some­thing or say some­thing.

As she stood there she real­ized he was still look­ing at her out­line. Quickly she re­turned 
to the shadow of the house.

“Did I em­bar­rass you?” He was very sol­emn. “I’m sorry if I did. I didn’t mean it that way 
at all.”

“I, uh, I. . . “ She still couldn’t bring her­self to speak.

“Look, young lady,” he raised him­self to a sit­ting po­s­i­tion and pat­ted to a spot on the
lounge chair be­side him. “Come here and sit. I’m go­ing to give you a brief lec­ture.”

Karen looked at him to see if he was ser­i­ous. He was, she could tell. Meekly she walked 
over and took the offered seat. She sat stiffly, wait­ing to see what he was up to. Maybe her 
mother was right. Men could be bru­tal without even lay­ing a hand on a per­son.

“Have you ever been close to a per­son, Karen.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean have you ever been close enough so that you could say or do any­thing you 
wanted to without ever wor­ry­ing about the other per­son’s re­ac­tions? Now ... “ he paused, 
then con­tin­ued, “that’s what a friend is. Have you ever had a close friend?” Karen shook her 
head slowly even be­fore she thought about it. “No, I guess I haven’t.”

“You, young lady, and I are go­ing to be friends. We’re go­ing to have to trust each other if
we’re ever to make a man out of your hus­band.” Karen looked at him ab­ruptly, fear 
show­ing in her face. What did he mean by that? “Jerry talked to me about his prob­lem.” 
Sud­denly it dawned on Karen, ex­actly what the man was get­ting at. Oh, for Heaven’s sake, 
did her hus­band tell everything to his father? Surely not. Oh, dear, she would never be able 
to face any­one again. The thoughts kept run­ning through her head. She wanted to jump up 
and run, to hide, to get away.

“For a couple who plan to spend the rest of their lives to­gether, you two sure got off to a 
bad start.”

“I ... I don’t care to dis­cuss it,” Karen said, fight­ing back the tears that were welling up in 
her eyes. Why, oh, why did Jerry have to dis­cuss their prob­lem with his father. It was just too 
per­sonal. They could have worked it out them­selves. Damn him! Damn him! She kept 
ut­ter­ing the curse words over and over as if that would help the bit­ter­ness and fright she 
felt.

He was speak­ing again, but Karen couldn’t bring her­self to face him.

“You and I are go­ing to be frank, my dear. We’re go­ing to talk this out. And, be damned, 
if I have to teach you about sex so you can teach my son, then I’ll do just that.” He reached 
out and pat­ted her on the leg.

His touch burned into Karen’s flesh, send­ing ripples up through her body. She jumped up
and ran into the house, fear­ing what the man might be get­ting at. Once in the house she 
stumbled into her room and flung her­self face down on the bed, let­ting the sobs come.

She was left alone for about five minutes. The door opened slowly and her father-in-law 
walked in. He walked across the room si­lently and sat down.

When Karen felt the bed­springs creak she stiffened. Was he go­ing to rape her? She 
shuddered vi­ol­ently now.

George placed his hand on her back in a tender caress. Slowly he rubbed the smooth thin 
dress that con­cealed her bare bra­less back. As he rubbed, he talked.

“Karen, sex isn’t dirty or some­thing you have to keep hid­den in the closet. Hell, it’s a 
nat­ural urge. If you don’t have the urge, then some­thing def­in­itely is wrong. It’s hav­ing 
the urge and not be­ing able to do some­thing about it that we’re get­ting to. You’re a 
nor­mal wo­man, with nat­ural urges, it’s not dirty. It’s nat­ural for you to have these urges. 
Now. Take Jerry. He has the urges but some­thing is hold­ing him back. You’re go­ing to have 
to learn to have pa­tience with him so you can teach him. You’re go­ing to have to give and 
not take. If you do this I can as­sure you that in a few weeks your sex life is go­ing to be 
beau­ti­ful with Jerry.”

Karen tried not to listen, but his words were mes­mer­iz­ing to her, and she felt her body 
re­lax­ing. The steady tone of his voice, his warm hand caress­ing her back ... the words were 
beau­ti­ful and were be­gin­ning to make sense to her, yet it was com­pletely dif­fer­ent from
any­thing she had ever ex­per­i­enced.

Now his hand brushed back the hair from her neck and shoulders so that the mass of 
blonde hair cas­caded across her head and onto the pil­low.

“You have such beau­ti­ful hair, my dear. Your skin, too. So lovely, so soft, so easy to 
caress. I want you to re­lax com­pletely so you can listen to what I’m say­ing. I want to help 
you, Karen. Help you so you can help Jerry. I love my son, and I want to love you too, dear. So 
trust me.”

She wanted to! God! She wanted to, but down deep her mother’s voice kept say­ing, “All 
men are bru­tal, all men....” and Karen shivered.

“There, there, little one, re­lax,” his smooth deep voice kept say­ing. And she did just that.

His hand felt so com­fort­ing.

“I know how frus­trat­ing you must be feel­ing, Karen. You ex­pec­ted the sex act to be 
grand and beau­ti­ful, but in­stead you were left cold, stran­ded, un­ful­filled. To love is to 
give. By giv­ing you re­ceive so much more in re­turn. Sex is good, so good.”

Karen’s body was com­pletely at ease now, and she didn’t even tense when his hand 
moved from her back again to the bare side of her neck. Slowly his hand caressed her there, 
mov­ing all the way around her neck, send­ing shivers of de­light and pleas­ure through­out 
her body.

“We’re go­ing to help your hus­band, my sweet. I’m go­ing to teach you all I know 
about-love and love­mak­ing. I’ll teach you what to wear to en­tice him into the bed­room, 
and I’ll teach you some tricks that will bring out the best in him. If you gain some 
ex­per­i­ence then you can bet­ter un­der­stand his prob­lem and there­fore you can help 
him.”

George was caress­ing her bare shoulders now. With his other hand he reached and 
un­snapped the metal but­ton that kept the dress to­gether at the top of the zip­per. Then 
slowly he star­ted un­zip­ping the back of her dress.

Karen felt again in a dream world, it was as if she couldn’t sep­ar­ate real­ity from fantasy. 
It was wrong, she thought, that her own father-in-law would be do­ing this to her, yet it felt so
good and he kept telling her it was all right. Maybe it was, she didn’t want to make up her 
mind either way. The won­der­ful feel­ings she was ex­per­i­en­cing at this mo­ment were too
sen­sa­tional to dis­turb.

When he had her un­zipped all the way, George put his hand against her bare skin and 
Karen al­most jumped, the heat was so strong. Slowly he caressed the smooth­ness of her 
white skin. “We’re go­ing to have to get you tanned up, my sweet,” his won­der­ful smooth 
voice said to her. “I want you to buy the skim­pi­est bathing suit we can find so you can tempt
and tease and get sun­tanned at the same time.” His hand was mov­ing down­ward now, 
al­most to the arch in her spine where the full­ness of her vo­lup­tu­ous but­tocks spread 
up­ward.

Karen found her­self hold­ing her breath, afraid he was go­ing to fondle her ass and afraid
he wasn’t.

His hand did neither. In­stead of mov­ing on down to her plump­ness, it moved on over 
to the side of her, slowly and caress­ingly. Each time it moved seis­mic waves of pure 
pleas­ure raced through Karen’s body. Even now, the mois­ture was be­gin­ning to make 
ap­pear­ances between her thighs.

Oh, it’s so much bet­ter to have a man’s hand rub­bing my body in­stead of my own. Will 
he keep on, she wondered. I hope he does. I want him to. Oh God! I want him to. I do need a 
man’s love. I need sex! Then she be­came con­fused be­cause she had said, man’s love and 
not, hus­band’s love. Oh, it was all so con­fus­ing. But George was so kind and pa­tient. Jerry 
needed to learn from his father. But then, George couldn’t very well do these things to his son.
It was up to her, she real­ized. Yes, George can teach me and I’ll teach Jerry. Now with this 
de­cision be­hind her she felt com­pletely at ease. All she wanted now was for this 
won­der­ful, won­der­ful man to con­tinue his ma­nip­u­la­tion of her body. She didn’t want 
it ever to stop.

CHAPTER THREE

Her thoughts were broken as George said, “I think, Karen, that to­mor­row you and I will 
go shop­ping. You need a com­plete new ward­robe. Ex­cit­ing un­der things, garter belts, 
high heels, flimsy night­ies, bikinis, the whole bit. Then we’re go­ing to teach you to dress and 
to tease.” His hand con­tin­ued to caress the soft skin on Karen’s back and sides.

She didn’t want him to stop talk­ing nor to stop rub­bing her back. It was a new 
ex­per­i­ence, one that made her feel needed, ex­cited and def­in­itely pas­sion­ate. So much 
so, she real­ized, that the mois­ture from her un­used pussy was seep­ing out onto the 
bed­ding. She cer­tainly couldn’t roll over now. George would see the wet­ness.

“Karen, you’re beau­ti­ful. You’re so young and ex­cit­ing. Jerry has to have some­thing 
wrong psy­cho­lo­gic­ally not to be able to keep it up around you.”

“I don’t know whether it’s him or me, but some­thing is wrong, I just know it.” They talked 
a while longer about Jerry’s prob­lem as George con­tin­ued to caress her bare back.

“You like hav­ing your back rubbed, don’t you?”

“Yes. It’s ... it’s com­fort­ing.” She couldn’t tell him ex­actly what it was do­ing to her, what 
it was caus­ing her to do. He was caus­ing her to have all kinds of erotic feel­ings. She was 
ex­per­i­en­cing sen­sa­tions that she had never ex­per­i­enced be­fore. The fact was she had
never had a man touch her in any way. Oh, Jerry had tried in his awk­ward at­tempts on their 
wed­ding night, but that was dif­fer­ent. They were both con­fused and be­wildered about 
the sex act.

Now George Lind moved around and lay on the bed be­side Karen. “Come over here into 
my arms,” he said softly.

Karen rolled over on his arm. Now she was ly­ing flat on her back, her head rest­ing on his 
arm. He moved his other hand over to her flat stom­ach. “I think you are a won­der­ful 
per­son, Karen. I already love you as I would my own daugh­ter.”

He moved his hand on her stom­ach lov­ingly and she squirmed un­der the pas­sion­ate 
sen­sa­tion it was caus­ing in her loins.

Her legs jumped ab­ruptly as if a nerve was caus­ing it. “Your legs must be tired, the way 
they’re jerking,” George com­men­ted.

“They are jumpy,” she agreed.

“Let me rub them for you.” He reached with the hand that had been on her stom­ach. 
Al­though, when it moved down­ward, it didn’t stop on top of her pu­bic mound, she felt it 
touch the for­bid­den spot on its way lower. She had to hold her­self in check to keep from 
throw­ing her pel­vis up to­ward his hand.

His hand touched her bare leg just above the knee, he squeezed her muscles there, then 
star­ted rub­bing his hand up and down the soft­ness of her leg, slowly mov­ing up­ward 
each time, un­til she could feel her dress be­ing pushed up as his hand in­creased the path it 
was tak­ing. When he came to within an inch of her tingling pussy, he stopped. Now he 
merely con­cen­trated his move­ments on her thighs, between her legs, up and down. Over 
and over he re­peated the cycle. She kept hop­ing he would bring his hand up to the heated 
love box, tingling now from ex­cite­ment.

“Isn’t it wrong for us to be do­ing this?” she asked.

“Do­ing what, my dear?” he asked lightly, giv­ing her a ques­tion for her ques­tion.

“You know, this ... this caress­ing, this....”

“Do you like it.”

“Uh yes, I guess I do.”

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes, it cer­tainly does, I guess.”

“Then why do you call it wrong?”

“I ... uh, well ... I’ve al­ways been taught that it’s wrong for two people who are not 
mar­ried to be­come so fa­mil­iar.”

“You and I are go­ing to be­come very fa­mil­iar with one an­other’s body. It’s the only 
way. The more fa­mil­iar we are with each other, the sooner we’ll be able to help Jerry.”

“Yes,” she nod­ded her head, “I sup­pose so.” George con­tin­ued rub­bing and 
caress­ing. Karen, without real­iz­ing what she was do­ing, moved her legs apart wider just in 
case George did want to move his hand up to the wet spot that was aching to be touched.

But George either didn’t no­tice her move­ment of read­i­ness, or he chose to ig­nore it. 
He merely con­tin­ued his ma­nip­u­la­tions of the muscles and tender flesh of her thighs.

Fi­nally she could stand it no longer, “Aren’t you go­ing to touch me at all?” He raised up 
on his el­bow and kissed her on the cheek, “You really want me to, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she said, brazenly. She was aghast at what she had just ad­mit­ted.

“I tell you what. I will touch you, but only so you’ll be­come fa­mil­iar with me. I’m not 
go­ing to go any fur­ther than this, but I will touch you.”

He moved away from her, get­ting to his knees and strad­dling one of her legs. He took 
both hands and slowly slid them up her thighs, so she could feel every inch of their jour­ney 
up her soft thighs. When he reached her panties, he moved on up un­til his hands were at the 
top edge of the thin briefs. “Now raise up so I can slide them down.”

Karen did so im­me­di­ately without second thought, then he was slid­ing them down, off 
the full­ness of her rear. When they had cleared she real­ized he was gaz­ing in­tently at her 
bare pussy. No one, not even Jerry, had ever seen it for as long as she could re­mem­ber. No 
one had touched it, not even her mother.

George stared at the moist slit, then very ten­derly he took his fin­ger and placed it at the 
top of the two lips, just where they sep­ar­ated enough to house her tiny clit­oris. He moved 
his fin­ger slowly down­ward un­til it was on the sens­it­ive bud. At the mo­ment of con­tact 
Karen jumped as though a voltage of elec­tri­city had sud­denly surged through her.

“Oh!” she yelled out.

“You are sens­it­ive there,” he said. “You look won­der­ful. Your pu­bic hair is ablaze with 
col­ors. I’ve never seen a more beau­ti­ful sight. I’m telling you,” now his voice held a 
mes­mer­iz­ing ef­fect on her. “I’ve never seen any­thing so beau­ti­ful.” Now he moved one 
hand down un­der her, cup­ping her vo­lup­tu­ous but­tock. “Your body is warm and soft and
alive. I think, my sweet Karen, that you are all wo­man.”

like a creep­ing an­imal, George’s other hand crept into Karen’s blonde pu­bic hair. She 
spread her thighs more, open­ing her­self for his ex­plor­a­tion. George slid his fin­ger down, 
find­ing the same slit there that he had touched be­fore. Care­fully now he cupped her sex 
mound, feel­ing the hot sweet­ness of it, the tis­sues warm and soft un­der his fin­gers, the 
curving arch of her pu­bic bone fit­ting into his palm. George pressed his whole hand down 
on Karen’s cunt, and felt the girl re­spond by push­ing her hips up­ward. Her pussy was hot 
and sticky, and George said to her, “Karen, it’s so alive with love. The juices are flow­ing so soft
and warm. You were just made for lov­ing.”

He worked his hand around so that he could slide one fin­ger between the tight lips, her 
pussy par­ted easy, and his fin­ger wormed its way in­side her wet pas­sage­way.

Karen was so aroused that she star­ted arch­ing her pel­vis up­ward try­ing to pull more 
of his fin­ger in­side her.

Her ec­stasy now, her lewd an­ti­cip­a­tion, was as great as it ever had been be­fore. She 
cared for noth­ing, noth­ing in the whole world but the ful­fill­ment of her ob­scene de­sire 
to be pos­sessed and vi­ol­ated by this man who was caus­ing her so much lewd 
ex­cite­ment.

Her mind whirled in her con­fu­sion as the for­bid­den sparks of joy dar­ted through her 
body. Even now, find­ing it hard to be­lieve it was really hap­pen­ing, she real­ized that to 
fight her build­ing pas­sion would be fu­tile. Surely that was what her father-in-law was 
try­ing to get her to do. Then, too, she thought he had meant it when he said if it feels good, 
then it is good.

Eagerly, she bent her legs more, widen­ing the gap at her crotch, caus­ing the tip of 
George’s fin­ger to slide along the slip­pery folds of the in­ner lips and pause at the en­trance.

She gasped in quick breaths of air, as if work­ing up the cour­age for him to go ahead and
let his fin­ger fill her body.

The ef­fect was dev­ast­at­ing to her de­sire. The blunt fin­ger slid tightly past the 
open­ing of her cunt and caused mois­ture to trickle out around it and run down her thighs, 
as if it had punc­tured a ripe fruit.

Then the suck­ing mo­tion began, and she could feel the fin­ger jerking and push­ing as 
her pussy eagerly swal­lowed the small of­fer­ing it had re­ceived, and was beg­ging for 
more.

George pushed farther and his fin­ger popped in­side Karen. Her clit­oral knob pulsed 
out­ward, seek­ing con­tact with some­thing, and she felt a burst of sen­sa­tion warm her 
in­ner thighs as her body ac­com­mod­ated the hot fin­ger. She groaned and rocked back 
and forth, fear­ing she would not get the sat­is­fac­tion she needed so des­per­ately.

“Oh, George,” she panted, “I’m so ashamed.”

“Don’t be,” he urged, “ft’s all right. You need re­lief. And I’ll see that you get it. So, keep on
en­joy this, take full ad­vant­age of it. I want to help you.” Karen felt happy with what he was 
say­ing. He was so real and not a part of her pre­vi­ous fantasy. He was do­ing what he was 
do­ing. He was giv­ing her the fin­ger­ing of her life. She had never felt a man’s fin­ger 
be­fore, let alone a man’s prick. If a prick felt only half as good as this fin­ger, then ... oh, she 
shivered vi­ol­ently.

His fin­ger slid in and out, rip­pling farther back to­ward her womb each time in sear­ing 
waves of de­light. She could feel her belly quiv­er­ing as she swal­lowed the length of his 
fin­ger. How could a fin­ger reach so far into her, she ques­tioned, but her pussy only 
hungered for more.

She tried to keep her hips still, but they weaved back and forth in screw­ing mo­tions in an
at­tempt to pull that fin­ger all the way into her and make her squeeze down hard all around 
it and cli­max.

At last the teas­ing came to an end. She couldn’t hold back any longer. Her emo­tions 
were at their highest pitch, and she was afraid she would come here with him prob­ing into 
her, and she was afraid she wouldn’t. He said he wanted her to. She knew this, but still it was 
so much dif­fer­ent with him sit­ting here, do­ing these things to her cunt.

Karen felt her face go hot and her emo­tions swirl. She couldn’t re­call be­ing so aroused 
in her life as she was at this mo­ment. Yet she knew that this was only the be­gin­ning. George
said he would teach her many things.

Karen raised slightly. She looked down the curving length of her torso at the stretched 
mouth of her cunt. She couldn’t see it clearly but she could see George’s fin­ger as it worked 
in and out of the moist chan­nel.

She wanted the stabbing fin­ger to con­tinue forever. Her heart poun­ded wildly and she 
knew she was ex­per­i­en­cing the greatest thrill she would ever know. “Oh my God!” Karen 
moaned in a whis­per as George con­tin­ued to pump his nar­row fin­ger into her. “Ooooo h­h­h­hhh!”

Karen knew only the won­der­ful float­ing feel­ing. Her breath­ing was faster, and when 
she real­ized this she also noted George’s breath was rapid as if he too was build­ing him­self 
up to a peak on the same level she was now. His fin­ger seemed to grow longer and big­ger 
by the mo­ment, and it was thrust­ing into her so fast and so far she al­most ima­gined it 
hit­ting a dead end in­side her. This didn’t frighten her-it merely served to make her more 
pas­sion­ate. She was already so hot she could hardly breathe. Each time his fin­ger stabbed 
into her, it caused her to have sud­den mo­ments of sweet weak­ness, los­ing all track of time.

“Oh ... my God!” she moaned in a soft whis­per over and over again. “So good. So ... 
good!”

Karen spread her legs even wider, and George in­stantly re­cog­nized this as an 
op­por­tun­ity to help her more. He drove his fin­ger deeper, caus­ing her to cry out half in 
pain and half in ec­stasy. His fin­ger felt as if it must be at least ten inches long, with the 
middle part more than two inches in dia­meter, but it really wasn’t, Karen knew. The ruth­less, 
quick, dart­ing, sav­agely stabbing way he used it only made it seem so. But she let her 
fantasy build it up to large pro­por­tions. It felt bet­ter this way.

Now every nerve in Karen’s body seemed to tingle and ass as George quickened and 
in­tens­i­fied his thrusts, spear­ing in and out of the ob­scenely skewered ori­fice with all the 
force he could muster, as the juices poured freely over the sens­it­ive mem­branes. Karen felt 
the warm va­ginal mois­ture seep­ing down her wide open cunt onto her strain­ing but­tocks,
felt real­ity slip­ping from her grasp, her con­scious­ness height­en­ing as if in sur­real vis­ion
as the first vague warn­ings of the on­com­ing storm or her big or­gasm ap­peared. She 
moaned ec­stat­ic­ally, bey­ond all thought and reason now, con­scious of noth­ing but the 
primeval, dream-like lust that per­meated every wicked cell of her thrash­ing body. And in, her
“con­sum­ing grat­it­ude, she turned her face up­ward, cran­ing her neck to­ward George.

He bent quickly and kissed her briefly.

Karen was too ob­sessed with her own build­ing cli­max to no­tice that it was just a 
fath­erly kiss.

Now Karen stiffened and star­ted groan­ing, spas­ming un­con­trol­lably, then she 
screamed out through clenched teeth, “Oh! Oh! It’s hap­pen­ing. Oh my God, it’s 
hap­pen­ing!”

She shouted out at the room now in ut­ter con­fu­sion at her con­sum­ing mad­ness, 
feel­ing her or­gasm be­gin even as she said the words aloud. It came sweep­ing like fire up 
from her ankles and down from the pineal gland in the back of her head. It was light­ning 
strik­ing the two buds of nipple that peaked her breasts, and her body was the ground, 
ab­sorb­ing all the dev­ast­at­ing and de­struct­ive cur­rent of an angry uni­verse. It raged 
through her loins and rectum, find­ing mo­ment­ar­ily bril­liant fo­cus in the lewd 
fin­ger­fuck­ing that con­tin­ued to her cer­vix, to the most ba­sic lim­its of hu­man 
de­cency. It was a dev­ast­at­ing, re­sound­ing thing, a blast of deaf­en­ing mu­sic that went 
on and on in her ears and only faded gradu­ally with the ex­hausted col­lapse of her 
but­tocks crush­ing back down into the now ob­scenely soiled sheet on which she’d lain.

The grey­ness she first ex­per­i­enced was re­placed by a warm golden color that spread 
over her mind and her body. She could feel her­self sink­ing deeper and deeper, her head 
spin­ning and some where in the back­ground, sound­ing so hol­low and so far away, a voice 
kept say­ing over and over, “You’re beau­ti­ful, Karen, you’re so beau­ti­ful.”

The chant of the voice, her spin­ning head, and her ut­ter fant­astic emo­tion jour­ney left 
Karen com­pletely ex­hausted and she fell asleep at once.

When she awakened hours later, she was ly­ing com­pletely nude un­der the thin sheet. 
Sud­denly she stiffened and re­membered, “Oh my God, how will I ever face him again.” 
Shame flooded through her full body, and she real­ized too that when her father-in-law had 
been mas­sa­ging her on the bed, she still had her dress on. Her panties too, even though 
they were pulled down. Her father-in-law had un­dressed her while she slept. What in the 
world was he up to? She wondered about this. He hadn’t tried to se­duce her, to pen­et­rate 
her or any­thing else. He’d only done what she really wanted him to do. Then she real­ized 
that she had led him on, she had wanted him. She would have let him mount her and to put 
his ... his man-thing in­side her. She real­ized this and blushed again. God, what had got­ten 
into her.

What would Jerry think if he caught her? To tell the truth, she de­cided he prob­ably 
wouldn’t know what was go­ing on any­way. He seemed to be so frightened of a nude 
wo­man or sex or any­thing. She wished she could un­der­stand him.

George seemed to think he did un­der­stand, and he had prom­ised to help her, so she 
could in turn help Jerry.

She would just have to wait and see.

Right now she felt like she had to have a shower, to wash away the shame cov­er­ing her 
body. In­side she scrubbed and scrubbed for the second time. It was al­most dark out and she
wondered when Jerry would come home. Then too she wondered how she would face her 
father-in-law.

After she had felt half clean at least, she toweled and dressed. This time she put on an 
al­most mas­cu­line out­fit. Pants, blouse, and a jacket. She was afraid of what her 
father-in-law might do, but as she opened the door to walk to the liv­ing room, she sud­denly
real­ized that she was mostly afraid of what she might do if she felt the need for sex again.

When she walked to­ward the liv­ing room she smelled food cook­ing in the kit­chen.

Her father-in-law was pre­par­ing din­ner. She de­cided she must help him.

“Hi,” he said cheer­fully when she walked in. “Get a good sleep?”

“I guess so,” she answered, not able to look him in the eyes.

“Come here,” he ordered, hold­ing out his arms. “I do care for you.” Karen walked to him 
and bur­ied her­self in his arms. They did feel good to her, so com­fort­ing.

“Baby, baby,” he cooed. “Don’t you be tight. Don’t feel em­bar­rassed or any­thing like 
that. What we did was good and won­der­ful. We’re only on the verge of what will be go­ing 
on later. After a few more days of us get­ting ac­quain­ted we’ll go on a shop­ping spree that 
will end all shop­ping sprees. I’m go­ing to buy you some mighty in­ter­est­ing wed­ding 
presents.”

“George, George?” her voice was ques­tion­ing.

“Yes, my love, it will all be all right, just you wait and see. Now,” he pulled away and held 
her at arm’s length, “let’s you and I fin­ish up this big din­ner for your starving hus­band. Then
we’ll have a stiff drink. Okay?”

“Okay.”

When din­ner was on the table, Jerry came in. He talked con­stantly about what had 
happened that day. Not once did he ask Karen or his father how their day went. He spent all 
the time telling them how his went. He didn’t even slow down when they were re­lax­ing 
around the fire­place after din­ner.

Even when they moved on to the bed­room, he talked. While Karen was chan­ging into 
her nightie, he stayed in­side the bath­room with the door closed, but she could still hear his 
talk­ing through the closed door.

When they were in bed with the lights out, he was still talk­ing. It was then that Karen 
reached over and touched him on the stom­ach.

“Don’t do that,” he in­ter­rup­ted his tale about some new changes he was go­ing to 
make at the store. “I’ve had a busy day and I need my rest.”

Karen rolled over on her side with her back to­ward him. She didn’t re­mem­ber go­ing to 
sleep but she felt as though she still heard his con­stant chat­ter as she slept.

CHAPTER FOUR

George kept the two of them busy for the next day. Karen en­joyed rid­ing around with 
him ... the long walks and the ser­i­ous talks.

When he sug­ges­ted they go horse­back rid­ing, Karen was elated. She had al­ways loved
to ride but she had just never had the chance. She had gone with a group of girls once and 
the memory of it was a good one.

Karen didn’t have any rid­ing ap­parel so she wore some jeans and a loose-fit­ting shirt 
that George handed to her. He sur­veyed her, and said, “Let me get the scis­sors. I want to see
your legs.”

With the scis­sors he cut the jeans legs ... not quite to her crotch, but close enough. Then 
he un­raveled some of the cut so that the jeans seemed to have the legs torn out rather than 
cut out.

“I think you look mighty ex­cit­ing now, Karen,” George said when he sur­veyed his 
handi­work. “A wo­man should al­ways look ex­cit­ing. Al­ways.”

Karen knew he meant it, and she did feel ex­cit­ing. The cut-off jeans al­most re­vealed 
her pu­bic hair, but yet it didn’t. The man’s shirt hung loose, yet the nipples of her tits showed 
their out­line in the ma­ter­ial. She felt the ma­ter­ial rub­bing her nipples when she moved, 
and this only ad­ded to her ex­cite­ment.

“I have a small place out in the coun­try,” George was say­ing. “I keep a couple of horses 
there and some stock.”

“Who takes care of them,” Karen asked.

“I have a high school stu­dent, a boy who loves an­im­als. He takes care of them after 
school. Usu­ally he sleeps out there on the week­ends, in the tack room.”

When they reached the small farm, George parked and said, “Let’s go into the tack room 
and get the saddles.”

Karen fol­lowed him in­side the dim room. “Does it ever get lone­some out here for the 
boy?”

“I doubt it. He loves an­im­als, too.”

“I might get lone­some if I was here all alone,” Karen said.

“I would never let you get lone­some,” George said. He turned to her and took her by the 
shoulders. For a mo­ment he looked deep into her eyes. Karen knew he could see the need 
there. Now George pulled her to him. For just a mo­ment Karen stiffened, then she re­laxed.

He hugged her to him and again she stiffened, un­cer­tain about her feel­ings. She 
needed him, but would he only tease her, or would he see it through.

George star­ted caress­ing her back, and his touch felt good to her. She wished he would 
put his hands un­der the shirt and touch her bare back. In­stead George pulled her tighter to 
his body.

Karen’s un­cer­tainty gave way to hot eager­ness as chills raced along her spine. She gave 
a deep gasp and thrust her body to his and tightened her own grip on him. Eyes closed, she 
tilted her face up for his kiss. His lips covered hers and pressed. Karen liked the moist warm 
feel of them, her breath on his cheeks was a series of ir­reg­u­lar hot puffs. She lost her­self in 
the ut­ter lust of the mo­ment and touched his mouth with the tip of her tongue. His body 
tensed con­vuls­ively, his arms crush­ing the breath from her lungs, and his tongue, hard and 
in­sist­ent, drove between her par­ted lips and past her teeth.

Shivers raced through Karen’s body. She gulped. Pla­cing one hand on the back of 
George’s neck, she let her fin­ger­tips rub the stiff hair while her other hand clutched at the 
firm muscles on his back. His grip lif­ted her un­til her toes left the floor and her body arched 
to fit the bend in his warm soft flesh clasped to hot, strong angles. The bulge of his hard-on 
pressed bru­tally into the smooth­ness of her lower ab­do­men, and Karen let her mound ride
against the base of the heavy cyl­in­der.

Rais­ing one foot be­hind her, her thighs grind­ing on his, Karen pushed her small pussy 
into him, grind­ing it.

She felt George’s hand reach­ing around her to the zip­per on the jeans. He brought the 
small metal fastener down­ward.

Karen twis­ted but she was help­less in the iron of his grasp, some­how this ex­cited her 
and made things seem bet­ter. She felt goose pimples rising on her arms as she felt the fiery 
waves of ex­cite­ment caused when she felt him loosen­ing the waist band of her jeans. The 
cutoffs slipped to the bulges of her hips and res­ted there.

Now George’s tongue filled her mouth. Its tip blocked the arch of her throat and its sides 
lay between her teeth. Karen felt his fin­gers in­side the set­tling cutoffs, work­ing them 
down­ward onto her thighs. Her hips jerked des­per­ately, she didn’t know why she was 
fight­ing him when it felt so good, but she had to fight some or it would all be all too wan­ton
and wicked.

His un­yield­ing grip robbed her of any way to pre­vent the dis­astrous move­ment of the 
gar­ment.

She shivered ex­citedly as his fin­gers pushed down across the tis­sue-thin fab­ric of her 
panties and onto the bare flesh of her up­per thigh. Past her roun­ded ass-cheeks, her jeans 
fell of their own weight. She groaned. She felt torn between her sex hun­ger that flooded her 
be­ing, and the fact that she was still re­mem­ber­ing the things her mother had said ... that it 
was wrong to en­joy her nat­ural sexual drives ... evil!

Now George lowered her to the floor and turned her . She lay back on his arm, her side 
against him and her front ex­posed to his caress. He rubbed his palm on the front of her 
panties and flattened the springy bulge her pu­bic hair pro­duced. She trembled, her mouth 
covered by the con­tin­ued pres­sure of his kiss. George slid his hand up­ward and her shirt 
rode ahead of it, and she felt the fiery thrills dart­ing through her belly.

Karen let her fin­gers tighten con­vuls­ively on the back of George’s neck as she felt his 
broad palm cup her breast. She writhed, feel­ing help­less, as he kneaded the sens­it­ive 
globe.

She moaned, “Oh, George, I don’t know ... I don’t know whether....”

“Does it feel good?”

“Yessss. Oh yesssss, you know it does.”

“Then don’t fight it.” Karen shivered. She didn’t really want to fight it, yet she felt she 
should. She had been taught that it was wrong dur­ing her young teen­aged days at home 
with her mother. Then her prob­lem with Jerry. Yes, she should fight it, but she didn’t want to. 
If George took her com­pletely, if this time he con­tin­ued, then maybe he would think she 
was a little bitch in heat. Karen sighed deeply and shivered with pas­sion.

She sensed that they were mov­ing, but the more im­me­di­ate sen­sa­tions pro­duced by
his caresses were too ur­gent to per­mit more than a fleet­ing con­cern. She felt hard, 
roun­ded sur­faces at her back and George was bent over her. He pressed her against full 
sacks of grain. Her ass res­ted against rough bur­lap, and she felt the coarse twine that closed 
the mouth of the top sack rub­bing harshly at the small of her back.

Her feet were widely par­ted for sup­port. Her knees were flexed and Karen felt her hips 
un­du­late, as if they had a mind of their own. Now they twis­ted vi­ol­ently in re­sponse to 
the ex­cite­ment George was giv­ing her.

He re­leased her mouth and thrust his wet lips into the hol­low of her throat. Arch­ing 
back­ward, Karen let the back of her head rest on the sack and stared at the crude rafters of 
the shed. Aware that he had stopped mas­sa­ging her breast through the stiff­ness of her bra 
cup, she felt a mo­ment’s re­sent­ment at the as­sur­ance with which he was treat­ing her. He 
had with­drawn his burn­ing hand from her full tit and was calmly and skill­fully un­fasten­ing
the but­tons of her shirt.

“Won­der why a man-style shirt makes a wo­man look so damned sexy?” he muttered. 
“Really does some­thing to me.”

Shaken and sting­ing from re­sent­ment to re­newed eager­ness for this man who 
ex­cited her so, Karen sucked in a deep breath. “Not like what you’re do­ing to me though,” 
she ex­claimed hoarsely. “Guess I’ve been taught all the wrong things,” she ad­mit­ted.

George smiled. “I’m glad you’re be­gin­ning to real­ize it.” The shirt fell open, and he 
pushed it off her shoulders. Now he slipped his hand be­hind her and fumbled with her bra 
catch.

“Oh no!” she whimpered. “I’m not ready. George! George! Please!” The heavy elastic 
re­laxed. George pulled her erect and worked her shirt off her arms, then the bra. He backed a
step away, hold­ing her against the stacked feed and stud­ied her half-na­ked form from 
arm’s length. She shivered and felt her nipples harden and grow taut with ex­cite­ment.

“Ooooo­h­h­h­h­hhh!” she whispered again with a trem­u­lous sigh.

“What a fine sight you are,” George said. “Your tits are pretty, so full and so lov­able, so 
in­vit­ing. My son is in­deed psy­cho.”

Karen said, her voice teas­ing, “Don’t look at me so hungry like.” She giggled. “It gives me 
shivers.”

George moved close and pressed her back­ward over the bul­ging sacks. He fingered the 
vel­vety skin of her vo­lup­tu­ous breasts, strok­ing the swell­ing sur­faces and draw­ing his 
fin­ger­tips over the puckered sides of her small nipples.

“Oooooo­h­hhh, George!” she sighed.

“Doesn’t it feel good? How can some­thing that feels this good be wrong? Re­lax, en­joy 
your­self. There’s too much hurt in the world already. We should take ad­vant­age of all the 
pleas­ure we can find.”

“You sound so he­don­istic!”

“I am one ... con­firmed too.”

George let his knees slide between her par­ted thighs and his hard mus­cu­lar thigh 
ground onto her small cunt. Be­latedly, she tried to clamp her knees to­gether, the 
move­ment merely clamp­ing her thighs on his. A power­ful surge of ex­cite­ment made her 
thighs press harder, and she clutched at his fore­arms with a fierce grip. Her hips un­du­lated 
to rub her pussy on the harsh­ness of his jeans-covered thigh. She could hardly con­trol her 
ex­cite­ment.

“Oh, George. Wow. Oh my! Oh it does feel so good. I can’t ... uh ... oh, it just feels so good 
though.”

He bent to touch her nipple with his lips, his hand strok­ing down­ward to her taut 
quiv­er­ing belly. As he took the nipple between his lips and teased it with his tongue, Karen 
felt his hot breath. She ran her fin­gers into his grey­ing hair. Thick and wavy, the hair felt alive
to her. She groped at his scalp and puffed er­rat­ic­ally, torn by sav­age waves of de­sire. She 
was only dimly aware of his hand as it caressed, with­drew, and caressed again. Her arched 
po­s­i­tion thrust her cunt firmly onto the ridge of his thigh and forced her belly out­ward. 
She rode his leg with her own thighs clamped tightly, the move­ment of her hips pro­du­cing 
con­tinu­ous fric­tion at her cunt and on the in­ner sur­faces of her long legs.

She wal­lowed in a chaos of sen­sa­tion. Her up­per back scrubbed the coarse sur­face of 
the feed sack. One breast was bur­ied in the deep shadow of George’s head; the other 
gleamed softly in the light com­ing through the dirty win­dow of the shed. Her belly was taut 
and roun­ded, its muscles twist­ing un­der her skin as her hips con­tin­ued to jerk. Her 
panties, em­phas­iz­ing the roun­ded mound of her pu­bis, wrinkled where her crotch surged 
on George’s thigh. Her own thighs trembled, and her knees worked rest­lessly.

“Ooooo­h­h­h­hhh!” she moaned dis­trac­tedly.

George plunged his hand in­side the waist­band of her panties and his fin­gers drove 
through the sparse­ness of her pu­bic hair. As his fin­ger­tips pressed into the flesh of her 
pussy, fierce waves of pleas­ure washed over her. She squirmed with de­light and let go of his 
arms to grope at his body. One hand en­countered hard hot flesh. A mighty surge of 
ex­cite­ment jol­ted her as she real­ized he had opened his jeans and let his cock hand free.

“Oh my God!” she ex­claimed in shaky tones. Her fin­gers closed in­vol­un­tar­ily on a 
swollen, pulsing shaft and the pad of her thumb rubbed the slick wet­ness at the tip of his 
cock­head. She pressed the pulpy knob tightly against her belly, shiv­er­ing at the sen­sa­tion 
of mois­ture and heat and the sud­den scent of sex.

He was go­ing all the way this time! She had made up her mind to this.

George straightened, re­leas­ing his grip on her tit and pant­ing lightly, said, “Christ, 
you’ve got a gentle touch!” His own fin­gers drove between her thighs and crotch, bury­ing 
them­selves in the throb­bing moistened folds of her tight cunt lips.

She rose on the tips of her toes and pressed her ass back to the sacks. Fiery tendrils of 
de­light stabbed in­ward from the de­pressed tis­sues and she groaned with de­sire as his 
fin­ger­tips slipped in the thick­en­ing wet­ness of her pussy. He began to rub the side of her 
clit­oris.

“You’ll like this very much,” he soothed. “It’s the best part of all.”

“Eeeeeeee!” she slammed her ass against the sack and jerked her hips vi­ol­ently from side
to side. Frantic with the sud­den rush of sen­sa­tion, she struggled to get her thighs 
to­gether, only to real­ize his knee still wedged them apart, caus­ing her to be wide open to 
him.

She gasped. “Oh, George! God! Please! Please!”

“Do you mean ‘please’ stop or ‘please’ go ahead?” he teased, know­ing what was go­ing 
on in­side her head.

In­stead of wait­ing for an an­swer, he con­tin­ued mak­ing love to Karen. With quick, 
sure move­ments, he pulled his hand free and seized the top of her panties. He rolled the 
elastic down over her ass to ex­pose the light-brown sparse thatch of pu­bic hair. She caught 
her lip between her teeth and smothered a sob of ex­cite­ment, her chin pressed to her 
up­per chest. George’s cock was hot and wet in her hand, and she squeezed fiercely in the 
tur­moil of emo­tion that en­gulfed her.

She had really never felt a man’s cock be­fore. She had tried to take Jerry’s in her hand to 
coax it back to hard­ness that would help sat­isfy her need, but he had pulled it away.

Now this. It was so big, so much more than Jerry’s and big­ger than any in the hu­man 
ana­tomy books she had stud­ied. Ever since her father-in-law had star­ted teach­ing her 
about sex she had wanted to see what it would look like, but she had been hes­it­ant to ask 
him to let her feel it. Now that she was do­ing so it seemed so nat­ural for her to be hold­ing 
it ten­derly, to feel it throb­bing with life and ex­cite­ment against the tight fist of her hand.

When George star­ted to squat, he pulled the panties down her bare legs. Karen let go of 
his cock re­luct­antly as he pulled down­ward. Her nails bit into his shoulders and she gazed 
down at her­self in mor­bid fas­cin­a­tion. For the first time, she was able to see George’s 
hard cock. Shad­owed, the fat cyl­in­der gleamed when his move­ments brought it briefly into
the sun’s rays stream­ing through the win­dow. His cock­head bulged darkly and his paler 
shaft showed dark swollen veins. She stepped out of the panties without protest with a 
tingling sense of fi­nal­ity. Sur­ren­der­ing the gar­ment without protest was her ul­ti­mate 
com­mit­ment to the source she had chosen for re­lease. He would fuck her this time!

George rose to his feet and ran his hands slowly down the smooth side of Karen’s rib cage,
and then on down­ward over her hips. She trembled, her gaze fixed on his eyes. As if in a 
trance, she knew what to do next. She began mech­an­ic­ally un­but­ton­ing his shirt. When 
she had fin­ished, she un­fastened his belt buckle and the waist of his trousers, go­ing to her 
knees to work the faded ma­ter­ial off the thighs they hugged so tightly.

She felt a moan es­cape her lips as she worked.

George stood, try­ing to hold onto his bal­ance as Karen’s tender body worked on his 
cloth­ing.

His cock stood erect be­fore her face, pulsing and so swollen it seemed to Karen that it 
must be ready to burst. Be­neath it his scro­tum was a leath­ery, hair-covered, ir­reg­u­lar 
globe, his balls drawn up into his crotch. While she struggled with the stub­born jeans, she 
res­ted her cheek against the moist shaft of his cock and let his wiry, pu­bic hair tickle her 
skin. George star­ted to twist out of his shirt and his move­ment rubbed his cock in her face. 
She shuddered, self-con­scious in her ab­ject-ap­pear­ing pos­ture.

George chuckled. “How the hell you gonna get those things off over my boots?” She felt 
her face flush and gave si­lent thanks for the poor light. George turned to rest his butt against
the stacked feed. He bent and pulled his pants up, then helped her get the boots off. She 
man­aged his heavy socks her­self, feel­ing a new warmth at the faint sweaty odor, and 
grinned at the way George wiggled his toes. With a sigh of sat­is­fac­tion, she tugged his 
jeans down again and held them while he drew one foot free and then the other. She pressed 
her cheeks again to his cock, dar­ing her­self and rev­el­ing in the com­mis­sion of the act, 
then she rose to her feet.

“There,” she said tri­umphantly.

George pulled her to him. She lay against his body while the thrill of flesh on flesh seeped 
through her. His body hair was stiff and un­yield­ing, un­like her own, and it jabbed at her 
from breasts to knees. Karen squirmed, in­tent on fan­ning the flame of her ex­cite­ment and 
sup­press­ing the re­cur­rent twinge of con­science that con­tin­ued to goad her. George’s 
hands wandered over her back and fondled her ass-cheeks. The touch sent shivers of 
pleas­ure ra­cing over her and aroused re­spons­ive writh­ing of her belly muscles, grind­ing 
on his slip­pery wet cock.

“Oh, George,” she sighed, “it feels so good, so won­der­ful. You make it all, all right.”

“It is all right, sweet­heart. Now see how you’re re­act­ing? This is the way a wo­man is 
sup­posed to re­act to sex. I’m re­act­ing as a man should. We’ll go along like this for a while 
yet, I want to really build you up so you can see how pas­sion­ate you can really be­come.” 
She smiled softly, hope he doesn’t build me up so far he causes me to have an or­gasm 
be­fore he pushes that big pole in me.

He pulled at her and swung her up into his arms. “Let’s put you astride one of these 
saddles.”

Be­fore she could ob­ject, he de­pos­ited her astride one of the Eng­lish saddles. She 
squealed at the chill of the leather on her bare but­tock and clamped her knees on the shaped
sides of the saddle.

“Oh for good­ness sake, George!”

“Just you wait,” he said. “You’ll see what I have in mind and you won’t re­gret this a bit, I 
guar­an­tee you.”

George dropped to his knees, reached un­der the saddle and grasped her far ankle. 
Lean­ing on her knee and hold­ing the other leg, he thrust his free hand up­ward to touch her
bare cunt through the gap­ing open­ing in the cen­ter of the seat. Karen gasped and grabbed
at the saddle horn as her sud­den twist threatened her bal­ance.

“Omi­god!” she ex­claimed. “Don’t. Doooooon­nnnnn’t!” George ig­nored her protest. He 
fingered the wet flesh of her cunt while she shivered with thrills. Her thighs worked 
vig­or­ously against the warm­ing leather, and she jerked her shoulders from side to side with
ex­cite­ment. His fin­gers slipped back and forth in the sticky wet­ness of her slit and jabbed 
re­peatedly at her cunt­mouth while she fiercely clamped her knees on the saddle to hold on.

“No ... fair ... “ she puffed help­lessly. “I can’t ... do any­thing to de­fend ... my­self! Don’t! 
It’s not fair! Oh, George, it’s not fair at all.”

“But you like it and you don’t want me to stop. Right?” he ques­tioned, teas­ing.

“I, uh, I, uh....” she stammered.

He laughed con­ten­tedly. “I thought so. You don’t want me to stop,” he re­peated. “Not 
really. Right?”

“Oh for Christ sake. Shit!” she fi­nally spit out. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” George roared with 
laughter now. “That’s not really the re­sponse I wanted, but I guess it will do.” He con­tin­ued 
chuck­ling at her de­mise.

Now he fingered her clit­oris vig­or­ously and Karen thrashed about on the saddle and 
jerked fu­tilely against his grip on her ankles. She felt his fin­gers settle on her mound and the
tip of his thumb at her cunt­mouth. His caresses stopped. There was only the un­ceas­ing 
pres­sure of his hand on her pussy. Giddy with pleas­ure, Karen ground her hips and rubbed 
her cunt on the gently push­ing rough thumb.

“Oh, George, I’ve never really done it be­fore. It feels so good, but I, uh, I’m so con­fused. 
So con­fused.”

“Don’t be con­fused, sweet­heart. So you’ve never really been fucked be­fore. Don’t let 
this bother you. I’ll show you how great it can be.”

“Are you go­ing to ... uh, fuck me, George?”

“We’ll see, darling.” He slipped her foot into the stir­rup and re­leased her ankle. Pleased 
with the sense of lever­age, she awk­wardly searched for the other stir­rup, and he eased the 
pres­sure of his body against her knee while she worked her other foot into its stir­rup. She let
her weight settle more com­fort­ably and was totally un­pre­pared when George thrust his 
thumb into her moist, hot pussy canal.

“Oh­h­h­hhh. Eeeeeee,” she shrieked, more from the sud­den­ness of it than any­thing 
else.

He drove his thumb in­ward to the knuckle and tightened his fin­gers on her mound. 
Karen jerked her hips vig­or­ously, cling­ing to the horn and push­ing at the stir­rups with the
balls of her feet.

“Good God!” she muttered sharply. “Oh, George, it feels so strange!”

“But good....” he ad­ded for her.

She clenched her teeth and aban­doned her­self to the sav­age pleas­ure she was feel­ing.

George groped with his free hand un­til he could grasp one of her sway­ing breasts. He 
kneaded the soft flesh and toyed with her nipple, then let go and placed his arm around her 
waist. She moaned softly, feel­ing her ex­cite­ment rise to­ward the level of or­gasm and 
post­pon­ing the cer­tainty of sub­sti­tut­ing his cock for his thumb. She had never come with
a man’s cock bur­ied within her, but she had dreamed of it. Oh God, how she had dreamed of 
it. She knew George’s cock would in­crease and ful­fill the pleas­ure she felt and yearned for 
so des­per­ately.

George kissed her thigh and nibbled at the sens­it­ive flesh of her hip, mak­ing her squirm
with re­doubled ef­fort. She felt the knot of her ex­cite­ment harden­ing in her belly and 
warned him.

“Oh­h­hhh! Wait! Please wait! I’m so close to an or­gasm, and I want to feel you in me! 
George stiffened slightly.

“Is some­thing the mat­ter?” Karen asked.

“Hey,” he poked at her play­fully with his closed hand. “I think we’ve car­ried this far 
enough for this time.” He paused then said, “I wanted you to see how hot you could really get 
if we were away from the house and all.”

She stared at him, dis­be­lief show­ing in her face. “You were only play­ing a game, all the 
time ... you never in­ten­ded to go through with it ... you ... oh shit! George! Damn you, damn, 
damn you!” she spit out.

“You have a tem­per, too, I see,” he said pleas­antly.

Without an­other word Karen grabbed up her clothes and nude stomped out of the tack 
room to­ward the big­ger barn. George dressed and fol­lowed her.

She was stand­ing on top of a lad­der look­ing into the loft when he came into the barn, 
she looked to­ward him and lost her bal­ance. George rushed to the lad­der to steady it. He 
no­ticed that she had put the shirt back on but she was wear­ing noth­ing un­der it.

Karen knew he was star­ing up at her bare bot­tom. She would show him what he was 
miss­ing, then she lost her bal­ance and as she star­ted to fall, George grabbed at her and 
caught her be­fore she was all the way down the lad­der. Karen fell against him, twist­ing as 
she did so that her arms were around his shoulders.

He was hold­ing her se­curely, one hand around her legs and one around her waist as he 
gently lowered her down to the ground. Karen panted loudly, as George de­pos­ited her 
lightly on the soft hay floor.

“Are you all right?” he asked, kneel­ing be­fore her with a look of genu­ine con­cern 
show­ing in his eyes. “Are you all right?” he asked again.

She nod­ded.

He reached out and pressed his hands against her ankles, and Karen no­ticed that his 
fin­gers were trem­bling.

“That feels good,” she whispered, lean­ing back even more, open­ing her legs slightly 
un­til George had no trouble mak­ing out the shape and con­fig­ur­a­tion of what was barely 
hid­den between her spread-eagled thighs. “Your hands are so firm, and, uh, feel so good.”

His fin­gers began to work on her ankle, mas­sa­ging it, as his chest rose and fell 
vi­ol­ently. His face was flushed and Karen knew what was caus­ing it. She knew he had been 
worked up al­most to the point of no re­turn a few minutes be­fore. Well, she would show 
him.

As George felt her smooth skin un­der his fin­gers, as he caressed her ankles, mov­ing on 
up­ward, rub­bing slightly higher, Karen knew he was feel­ing pleas­ure from what he was 
do­ing, as she was feel­ing it in her cunt. She wiggled and squirmed ever so slightly, as the 
walls of her pussy dampened with the grow­ing heat and ar­dor of her lust.

Karen star­ted moan­ing softly with what she tried to make sound like genu­ine cries of 
pain as George con­tin­ued his mas­sa­ging of her ankles.

“A little higher I think,” she said, hop­ing he would keep it up.

George was barely able to con­trol his grow­ing ex­cite­ment as his hands moved higher, 
up along Karen’s calf, fond­ling and knead­ing her flesh as she tried wig­gling to­ward him.

Karen liked what he was do­ing to her, and she hoped her plan would work. If she could 
get him worked up again, or get him to try work­ing her up again, then ... well, this time, she 
de­cided, she would be ex­pect­ing him not to back out. She would see to it that he didn’t.

She glanced down at his crotch as he knelt be­fore her, rest­ing his weight on the backs of
his heels. And sure enough she was pleased to see that the roun­ded bulge of his cock had 
def­in­itely got­ten lar­ger. The swell seemed dis­pro­por­tion­ate, too pro­nounced to be 
taken lightly. She knew he was still aroused from what had taken place in the tack room and 
now she was adding to it.

His cock ten­ted up the front of his jeans as Karen de­tec­ted a slight move­ment be­hind 
the fly. It was get­ting to him! She felt a sense of ac­com­plish­ment seep through her body. 
Now she had to keep it up. The warmth of his hands on her legs in­creased, and she pushed 
her back­side up off the floor, un­able to stop her­self, not want­ing to mask her grow­ing 
pleas­ure and pure de­light.

Just the way his hands moved, how they were now openly caress­ing her calf, ex­cited her 
in­cred­ibly. She kept star­ing at the out­line of his cock and then fell back against the 
soft­ness.of the hay, clos­ing her eyes, wait­ing for him to take her, to rav­ish her, just the way 
she had ima­gined he would.

“Karen,” he star­ted to ask some­thing, look­ing at her as she re­clined on the floor of the 
barn.

But she didn’t an­swer him. She didn’t want any­thing to in­ter­rupt her feel­ings. She 
waited, hold­ing her breath, un­til fi­nally it happened. From her calf he moved his fin­gers 
lightly up her leg, past the bony crown of one shapely knee. And then he was gently brush­ing
his hands against her thighs, and she whimpered softly, egging him on, al­most beg­ging to 
be taken and used in any man­ner he saw fit.

George ac­ted as if he could not con­trol him­self any longer in what he was do­ing to 
her, and to him­self.

“You really look ap­peal­ing,” he told her. “Your firm pear-shaped breasts pok­ing 
for­ward, your nipples dis­ten­ded and press­ing tautly against the front of your shirt. I’m 
telling you, Karen, a man would be a fool not to be ex­cited by you.” And when he glanced up,
he could see the barest hint of her pu­bic mound, ly­ing there, just wait­ing for him to use in 
any man­ner he de­sired. His fin­gers stole on up her firm thighs, and she kept mur­mur­ing 
softly, re­fus­ing to open her eyes.

She felt his hands openly caress­ing her, no longer act­ing dif­fid­ent, graz­ing the in­sides
of her thighs and gently rais­ing up the long shirt un­til she felt it be­ing pulled around her 
waist. And then George moaned hotly and gasped, caus­ing her to open her eyes.

Karen saw him openly ogling her na­ked pussy, the tip of his tongue slip­ping out of his 
par­ted lips, moisten­ing his mouth as his fin­gers trembled and then, he mumbled 
some­thing un­der his breath and pressed his hand flat against her na­ked quiv­er­ing hot 
and hungry cunt.

“George!” she squealed aloud, “It feels so nice. Oh yes, do it, do it some more,” she 
pleased. “I like your hands on me. It makes me feel so needed.”

“like this?”

“Yes,” she re­peated, real­iz­ing that it was much nicer than what he had been do­ing in 
the tack room. She liked this slow tease, the way he was build­ing her up slowly, like a young 
boy on his first date. He would con­tinue on this time, she just knew it, she wouldn’t have to 
goad him on either. She just felt this way for some un­ex­plained reason, yes, she knew he 
would fuck her soon.

Just the way his palm pushed down against her hairy gash made her cunt juice gush down,
moisten­ing her tract. Her hips were pulsat­ing and she arched her back, push­ing her box flat
against his hand un­til there was no hid­ing her lust ... her lewd, hungry lust.

George couldn’t stop him­self any­way, now that he was touch­ing her twat again, star­ing
at her quiv­er­ing box with a gleam in his eyes. He rubbed his palm over the swollen mound, 
feel­ing the way her cunt hairs stuck to his palm, already glisten­ing wet with her sap. Karen 
opened her legs even wider, goad­ing him on as the thin outer lapels of flesh par­ted slightly, 
re­veal­ing the hid­den mys­ter­ies of her tight young va­gina.

They would not be mys­ter­ies for long, she was sure.

“Oh, George, keep teas­ing it. Please!”

The plaint­ive tone of her voice af­fected him and he reached down with both hands, 
gently spread­ing apart the nar­row outer lips to re­veal her clit­oris pok­ing for­ward from 
the top of her vulva. The little pea-shaped morsel of flesh wiggled its en­tice­ments, and 
George’s cock began to swell heatedly in­side his jeans, which Karen was well aware of.

Throw­ing all cau­tion to the winds, he sud­denly groaned loudly and flung him­self down
between her legs, smash­ing his mouth against her quiv­er­ing and juicy box. Karen arched 
her pu­bis, pushed it out­ward to­ward him and clasped at the floor, al­most scream­ing out 
with de­li­cious joy.

She felt his tongue swoop­ing out, driv­ing right in­side and curl­ing around her clit­oris. 
It was long and wet and raspy, and she began to moan with grow­ing pleas­ure as he licked 
and tongued her moist and slip­pery va­gina. A few months earlier she would have thought of
this as a dirty, un­speak­able sexual act. She would have been com­pletely naus­eated just by 
the thought of it. Now, here she was en­joy­ing it and beg­ging for more.

“Yes, more, do it more,” she kept re­peat­ing, look­ing down between her legs as George 
panted and tongued her with short, lap­ping strokes, muzz­ling her box with his face. She felt 
his spittle come drool­ing out of his mouth, ming­ling with her own hot juices.

The heat of her pas­sion­ate lust was build­ing up, far quicker than when she had built up 
be­fore, even when she had mas­turb­ated. It was grow­ing un­con­trol­lably, and she kept 
push­ing to­ward him as he scaled the walls of her snatch and sponged them down, his 
tongue pis­ton­ing in and out like a small but mas­ter­ful penis.

“Oh great God!” she squealed.

Karen had never ima­gined how nice it could feel. She had never thought a man’s tongue 
could work so frantic­ally or feel so won­der­ful. Just the way George’s head bobbed up and 
down, the way he moaned and shook against her, ex­cited her bey­ond be­lief. She reached 
out then and touched his grey­ing, sweat-wet hair, push­ing his face deeper and harder 
against her trem­bling heated muff.

“George! George!” she groaned.

He was gob­bling her up, lit­er­ally and fig­ur­at­ively, chew­ing del­ic­ately on the tiny 
pulpy bud of her clit­oris un­til she couldn’t see straight. And as he probed deeper, keep­ing 
her cunt lips wide open with his fe­ver­ish hands, she knew that she couldn’t stop her­self or 
stop him either. He must not stop! Not like he did be­fore. She knew she would just die if he 
did.

As he probed deeper, keep­ing up in a fit of frenzy, Karen made some plans. She thought 
she knew a way to keep him go­ing un­til he did fuck her.

She knew, too, that any second she was go­ing to cli­max, and she waited for what she 
hoped would be the first of many cli­maxes with an ex­pres­sion of in­cred­ible de­light 
etched upon her lips. “Faster!” she heard her­self rant­ing. “Drink it down, suck on it. Eat me 
out. George! Oh, George! Fuck me! Fuck me! Do it faster, George! Pleaseeeeeeeeeeee!”

George didn’t have to be told what to do. He kept on do­ing what was com­ing nat­ur­ally
for him. He stared down at the dark-pink in­terior of Karen’s pussy, whim­per­ing softly to 
him­self. And then his nos­trils flared, and he in­haled deeply, sa­vor­ing the del­ic­ate 
fra­grance of her girl­ish and musky trench. Her clit wobbled on its short stem, and he kept 
suck­ing it up into his warm mouth, much to both their de­lights.

“Good, good!” she mumbled.

“Hmmmm,” he moaned.

She screamed out now, in ut­ter pure joy. “Ohmi­god, George! Oh­hhh!” Then a second 
later, “Oh fuck me, fuck me!”

And when he heard her beg­ging to be fucked, he slurped greed­ily, tonguing her cunt 
un­til she writhed and thrashed about on the floor.

Karen was about to cli­max!

“Feel it!” she screamed out as the or­gasm con­sumed her and drove her mind vi­ol­ently 
wild. “Suck, suck, suck! Good! Oh so good! Harder now, George! Oh, harder. Oh yes! Mi­god! 
Oh my goooooooooooooooooooo ... I’m do­ing it, I’m com­ing!” she was scream­ing and 
jerking as spasm after spasm hit her, caus­ing her body to jump and thrash about.

She rose up high, higher, then down, then back up again just as fast.

Her words and ac­tions amazed her as much as they ap­par­ently amazed George. She 
kept mewl­ing, buck­ing and pitch­ing her body to­ward him, shov­ing her eager hairy crotch 
against his wildly suck­ing lips as the juice of her lust gushed down, hot and spicy, run­ning 
down her legs, soak­ing

George.

He sucked it up into “his .mouth, tast­ing her dew and lick­ing his fe­ver­ish lips. Karen 
was beg­ging, and George kept eat­ing out her pussy, long after the last waves of the 
pleas­ur­able or­gasm had coursed through her flail­ing body, send­ing shock after shock 
wave ra­cing through her.

Karen now lay there, fi­nally ex­hausted, but still not totally or com­pletely sat­is­fied.

She wanted some­thing else. She sensed this, rather than thought about it. She wanted 
more. She wanted his cock in her, then her thoughts came through. Yes, she knew ex­actly 
what it was she wanted. She looked at George and saw his thick sen­sual lips glisten­ing and 
smeared with her come juice. He was un­con­sciously rub­bing one hand against his groin, 
play­ing with him­self so that she saw the out­line and how the bulge of his cock had swelled 
to what seemed to her to be mon­strous. Earlier in the tack room, when she had held it, it had 
seemed so huge, but now....now it looked even more mon­strous. It was in­deed big! “Oh,” 
Karen said aloud, half to her­self though. “I didn’t think you would fuck me.”

He didn’t an­swer her.

Karen re­mained si­lent and stud­ied his cock again. It was so big, maybe she wouldn’t be 
able to stretch her pussy around it. Maybe that was why he was hold­ing back, but no! 
Re­gard­less of size, she had to have some of it. She was con­fid­ent that she could take it ... 
well, she shrugged in­wardly, most of it any­way. He was still hot with de­sire for her, she 
could tell this, by the way he openly fondled his still hid­den meat, lick­ing his lips as his eyes 
kept de­vour­ing her body. Karen slowly nod­ded her head, “Go ahead,” she mumbled softly, 
or­der­ing him. “If you’re man enough.”

He glanced quickly at her face as she spoke the taunt.

Karen’s hands moved self-con­sciously to the bud­ding mounds of her ripe and jut­ting 
breasts, tweak­ing the nipples as she kept her man’s shirt in place, listen­ing to the way 
George was pant­ing and see­ing how his chest rose and fell as heatedly as her own.

The more she watched, the more she pulled at her breasts, the greater de­sire she had to 
try this gi­gantic hard piece of hot meat.

“I’m go­ing to fuck you!” George said, his words hiss­ing out from between his clenched 
and hungry lips, a look of lust on his face. “At first I wasn’t. I was just go­ing to build you up so
you could feel how won­der­ful it is, but now ... now. Damn it, I need to fin­ish what I 
star­ted.”

Karen stud­ied him a mo­ment be­fore say­ing, “I don’t know.” She wanted him, oh, she 
wanted him! But if she begged for it, he might not go through with it. Be­sides, her lust would 
be bet­ter ful­filled if he raped her, then she couldn’t blame her­self. Raped by her 
father-in-law. Ex­cit­ing, oh God yes, she de­cided. She wanted to be de­voured as if by a 
hungry wild beast. He had to be force­ful with her. She wanted to be bru­tally taken, without 
be­ing hurt too severely, but hurt ... oh, yes...

“I am go­ing to fuck you,” he said again, a strange look on his craggy fea­tures.

“Maybe,” she whispered with a cruel smile, one hand mov­ing down to play with her cunt, 
her fin­gers slid­ing through her crisp pu­bic hair. “Maybe I’ll let you fuck me, and maybe I 
won’t. I only want a real man, George. Are you a real man? I think you’ve been afraid to fuck 
me, afraid I’ll find out you can’t keep it up that long. You look really meek to me, George. 
Really meek.” She waited for the ef­fect her words would have.

George looked at her and there was a sud­den trace of an­ger in his face, which pleased 
her. It was all go­ing to work out, and know­ing this Karen kept at it, teas­ing him by the way 
she slowly edged her middle fin­ger right in­side her pussy. She pushed it down, pulled it out 
and waved it be­fore him be­fore thrust­ing it into her own mouth to lick it dry.

George just watched. He let his mock an­ger show in his face. He knew what Karen 
wanted, and what she was do­ing. It was work­ing for him too, what he wanted her to do. She 
wanted him to be more force­ful with her, and he would. If this would help her, then he 
wanted to help her. He watched her fin­ger­ing her­self and forced back a grin that tried to 
work its way to his face.

Now Karen moved both hands to her box, rub­bing her long fin­gers along the in­sides of 
her creamy smooth thighs. George stayed where he was, kneel­ing in front of her and 
fol­low­ing her lewd and ob­scene ges­tures with a pair of open and un­blink­ing eyes. His 
throat felt dry, and his sense of an­ger, of be­ing teased and toyed with, ma­nip­u­lated 
per­haps, rose up like the taste of bit­ter bile in­side him. He fought it down, know­ing that it 
was wrong for him to think so. This girl needed teach­ing and he was her teacher, but now he 
was be­gin­ning to let his own man­hood stand in the way of what he wanted. He mustn’t get
angry. He would try to play along, to be more force­ful, to make her feel that he forced 
him­self oh her, and not the other way around. He would most cer­tainly show her how rough
he could be, he de­cided.

“Maybe,” she said again, “maybe I’ll let you fuck me and maybe I’ll just play with my­self. 
My fin­ger will stay harder long after your cock grows softer.”

The throb­bing of George’s cock grew more and more pro­nounced. Now his ex­pres­sion
changed to rage and in­cred­ible an­ger. “I’ll fuck you,” he barked, push­ing her hands away 
from her cunt as he reached down and quickly un­zipped his fly. “I may be meek to you,-but 
I’m also a man. Man enough for you, my little bitch. My little heated-up slut. I’m go­ing to 
fuck you good and hard. I’m go­ing to shove it in so rough you’ll be scream­ing out with pain.
I’ll show you how I treat a teas­ing bitch.”

“Show me, George! Show me what you have to give me, maybe I’ll let you fuck me and 
maybe I won’t.” She went on, long­ing for it, no longer self-con­scious or afraid to tell George 
what she really wanted to do. All she wanted was for him to fuck her and fuck her hard.

Hav­ing un­zipped his pants, George un­buckled the belt and then pulled his shirt up 
around his stom­ach, not even both­er­ing to take it off. Karen stud­ied his stom­ach muscles.
She was still amazed that his stom­ach was so flat and hard. For a man his age he cer­tainly 
kept him­self in good con­di­tion.

George moved, let­ting his pants dangle down­ward in front of her. Then, quickly and with
im­pa­tience, George pushed them down off of his hips, his fin­gers mov­ing, shov­ing them 
down­ward un­til they fell around ihe tops of his boots. Karen gasped when she saw his full 
hard cock, still hid­den be­hind his shorts.

“Yes, my little heated-up bitch. I’m go­ing to en­joy rap­ing you.” He hooked his thumbs 
un­der the elastic waist­band of his shorts, as Karen knew that this time George would not 
dis­ap­point her. Hear­ing the way he snapped the waist­band, as if to en­tice her, she knew 
he would fuck her. She looked up into his face, opened her mouth, a sound­less cry of 
won­der­ment and de­light bub­bling up from between her widely par­ted red lips. Yes, he 
would fuck her. He would not vi­ol­ate, bru­tal­ize and beat her, but he would fuck her!

George was pulling his tight-fit­ting jockey shorts all the way down, past his hips, past his 
thighs, down to lay with his pants atop his boots. Then she saw it! It was big­ger than it had 
looked be­fore in the tack room. It was like a third arm, a ver­it­able pole of pulsat­ing meat, 
stick­ing out from his mid­sec­tion, stiff and ra­ging.

“Oh, George,” she pleaded. “It’s so big. It will hurt me, I know it will. It’ll rip me apart.” It 
was as swarthy and dark as George’s own tanned skin, the head even darker as he skinned his 
cock back and looked down at her, smil­ing at the sight of her opened mouth and startled 
ex­pres­sion. The head was also smooth as a mush­room, round and-vel­vety, and Karen saw 
how the veins un­der the ruddy skin along the shaft were bul­ging, braided al­most as George
began to rub his fin­gers up and down the length of his penis.

“Yeah,” he prom­ised her. “I am go­ing to fuck you good. Do you think this is enough for 
you? It is, I guar­an­tee you. It’s big enough and hard enough. And it’ll stay that way long 
after you’re beg­ging for me to stop.” He waved his penis pole to­ward her.

“Yes, oh yes,” Karen whispered, her throat in­cred­ibly dry as she kept star­ing, still not 
be­liev­ing that he would be able to get it all in. Now, a truly, real­ity-like thought hit her 
mind. Would she be able to ac­cept all of this cock in her tight, small pussy tun­nel? She 
wondered. It was a cock that looked so much lar­ger and much more thicker than she had 
real­ized. She wondered how in the world she could ever ac­com­mod­ate it, how he could 
ever be able to move right up into the depths of her hot and stream­ing cunt like she wanted 
him to.

But she would try to take it, this she knew. She had to have this hot, throb­bing male cock 
in­side her hungry pussy.

Karen spread her legs as wide apart as pos­sible, no­ti­cing how George’s balls swayed 
between his burly thighs, a hairy wrinkled fist which looked strangely al­lur­ing and so 
damned mys­ter­i­ous. Think­ing that his nuts held a reser­voir of se­men, se­men that she 
had heard about but had never seen or felt, Karen waited-for him to be­gin, won­der­ing, too,
if her small cun­tal pas­sage would be able to with­stand the ad­di­tional load when his huge 
cock shot off in­side her, vi­ol­ently, erupt­ing like a vol­cano.

George was get­ting im­pa­tient too. So im­pa­tient he couldn’t hold back any longer. Not
even both­er­ing to take off his shirt or pull off her shirt so he could look at her tits, he just 
took hold of his thick strain­ing phal­lus and dir­ec­ted the head of his virile cock right down 
between the pale puffy lips of her sweet young va­gina.

He touched the full lips with the head of his leak­ing or­gan and both of them shivered 
and con­vulsed with the first con­tact of their sexes. Then push­ing down as Karen sucked in 
her breath, George man­aged to wedge the head of his meat right in­side the en­trance to 
her steamy snatch.

“Now,” he said.

“Hmmm,” she groaned half in real fright and half in an­ti­cip­ated pain­ful pleas­ure.

“You’re go­ing to be fucked, Karen.”

“Yesss,” she hissed in­co­her­ently.

Karen stud­ied him and felt the pres­sure build­ing up. Her cunt walls were stretched 
widely and the outer lips seemed to fasten them­selves around George’s gi­gantic cock, 
hold­ing it in place. So far, there was no hard pain and she con­tin­ued to grit her teeth and 
wait. She wanted him to con­tinue push­ing.

“Shit, Karen. You’re so fuck­ing tight. So fuck­ing tight,” he re­peated, then pushed as he 
saw how the lips of her snatch were widely dis­ten­ded, blocked and held open and apart by 
the round blood-en­gorged head of his penis.

Now bra­cing him­self with his hands out­stretched, his palms flat on the floor and his 
boots dig­ging toe­holds in the slick sur­face, George thrust for­ward with his weight 
centered at his hips. Karen winced and, as she watched, she felt more and more of the burly 
virile man’s penis dis­ap­pear­ing between her legs.

George knew what he was do­ing, ex­actly what he was do­ing. The fric­tion was far more 
in­tense than he had ima­gined, but it was so fuck­ing good, he de­cided. His cock seemed to
skid along her tight moist cunt walls, filling her in­cred­ibly.

“Fuck me!” she whispered over and over. “Fuck me! Fuck me!” She kept re­peat­ing 
her­self as she watched him pound­ing down into her, fun­nel­ing more and more of his 
enorm­ous mas­cu­line cock into her tight va­gina.

“I’m go­ing to fuck you, doll baby. I’m go­ing to fuck you un­til you scream for help.” He 
pushed, feel­ing the pussy give a little.

“Yes, sweet,” he said again, “I’m go­ing to fuck you and I’m never go­ing to stop.

And George did not stop, not even when she cried out in pain.

He stared at her as she did, but he kept push­ing and plow­ing for­ward so that he was in 
her al­most all the way. His balls whacked furi­ously against the up­raised cheeks of her tight 
ass and when Karen threw her legs up around his heav­ing back, lock­ing her ankles around 
him, George slid all the way in­side, right up to the very root.

“How’s that?” he chal­lenged. “Do you feel me in you?”

“Oh God, yesssssssss,” Karen cooed.

His pu­bic bush, so much hair­ier and denser then Karen’s, looked strangely sa­la­cious as 
it tangled with her own fleecy thick curls and ring­lets. As for Karen, she felt so thrilled, and so 
filled, so crammed with pulsat­ing throb­bing dong, that she was un­able to speak. It felt so 
won­der­ful, even though she felt so full of cock.

And when George began to pis­ton his cock into her, pulling it al­most all the way out 
be­fore fiercely shov­ing for­ward again, she thought that she could do this forever, un­able 
to stop the pure pleas­ure which was gradu­ally con­sum­ing her lithe body. Des­pite her 
ini­tial fears, there was no longer any pain at all.

“Good, oh­h­h­h­h­h­hhh,” she moaned.

Her pussy was elastic and youth­ful enough to take the thick­ness and length of George’s 
for­mid­able penis. She felt his sweat against her belly, and he curled his lips back like a 
rut­ting an­imal as he kept at it, shov­ing for­ward and into her, again and again, each blow 
pound­ing and thrust­ing, like a gi­ant steam en­gine puff­ing up a steep grade.

“Good,” she kept re­peat­ing over and over. “So good. Oh, George, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it,” 
her words kept run­ning to­gether as she felt the in­tense pleas­ure filling her.

Karen moved with him, rock­ing back and forth on the hay-strewn floor, thrust­ing her 
hips to­ward his groin as he kept up his dig­ging of his full-sized cock into her tight pussy. 
And when she found her­self ex­per­i­ment­ing, us­ing her in­ner cunt muscles to nip his 
swiftly slid­ing cock shaft and hold­ing it down in­side of her, he really went in­sane with pure 
pas­sion, even in­creas­ing the depths of his thrusts.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he kept say­ing. “Sweet tight pussy. Oh man, sweet pussy. So tight. So 
tight. I’m go­ing to fill you, baby. Buck­ets of hot come, sweet­heart. It’s been so long for me. 
So long since I’ve emp­tied this load in­side a beau­ti­ful girl like you. Am I man enough for 
you, or do you want me to make it rougher on you? Do you like it? Tell me!” he de­man­ded.

“Yes! Yes!” Karen screamed out as he fell against her, his hands grabbing hold of her tits, 
thrust right up un­der her shirt, as he twis­ted her nipples sav­agely, pulling on them as she 
felt his weight and the pres­sure of his cock against her thrash­ing body.

“Oh yes! Uhggggg! Hurt me! Twist them! Pinch them!” she pleaded.

He kept pound­ing into her, play­ing with her full boun­cing boobs, bend­ing his head 
down to nibble them as his balls kept hit­ting her ass-cheeks, and she seemed to lose all track 
of time. Then when she star­ted to come, she urged him to join her, no longer able or even 
will­ing to hold back.

“Come, come!” she urged, “fill me full. Flood me with your hot come!”

“I in­tend to,” he man­aged to say.

“Do it!” she wimpered, whin­ing and pant­ing as he lay against her, the firm mus­cu­lar 
cheeks of his ass clench­ing and un­clench­ing in time to the rhythm of his deep and 
pis­ton­ing power­ful cock strokes.

“Come on, George honey. Oh yes, do it! Shoot it in­side me, please! Come! Come in­side 
me as much as you can. I can’t stop. So big, so much cock. I can feel it, God I can feel it in me. 
Oh it’s good, so good! Oh, George, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, and fill me.”

And then her words turned into in­co­her­ent ram­blings as she mumbled and threw her 
arms around him, pressed the full length of her body against his sweaty mus­cu­lar form and 
cli­maxed as she had never cli­maxed be­fore.

“Oh­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh God­ddddddddddddddd!” she moaned in pure 
pleas­ure, her eyes rolling back show­ing the whites.

The in­tens­ity of her or­gasm left her speech­less as she thrashed about un­der him and a
great gush of oily sap flowed down the well-filled walls of her steam­ing hole, coat­ing his 
fast-mov­ing cock un­til he, too, could not help him­self any longer. He could not stop 
him­self as his balls seemed to con­tract and his body stiffened and con­vulsed, 
spas­mod­ic­ally.

“Greaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!” he groaned a sound of an­imal-like qual­ity. “Soooooooo 
fuckin­nnnnnnnnnnnnng gooooooooooood­dddddddddddd!” His eerie sound echoed 
through the empti­ness of the barn.

A trickle of drool sluiced out of the corner of his lips and ran down to Karen’s chest as she 
felt the in­crease throb­bing of his penis and the way he shivered and moaned against her. 
And then his come gushed up like a huge gey­ser, a foun­tain of hot cream splash­ing 
heav­ily in­side her pussy.

When Karen felt the first thick wads of his se­men splat­ter­ing against her cunt like 
bul­lets, thick gush­ing pel­lets of his creamy milk, she spasmed again, the or­gasm she was 
ex­per­i­en­cing kept poun­cing forth, hit­ting her as she loosened, caus­ing her to stiffen, 
then al­tern­at­ively re­lax­ing. “Come,” George kept re­peat­ing, un­able to stop shak­ing as 
his cock ejac­u­lated like a ma­chine gun, one fast blast of cream fol­low­ing an­other in rapid
and seem­ingly end­less suc­ces­sion, over and over, hit­ting her and filling her.

“Oh, Karen baby, you’re good. So tight and so good. That good, won­der­ful tight pussy. 
So good,” he groaned, and the moan­ing wail soun­ded that of an an­imal, as he lay against 
her, his cock twitch­ing and his cream pour­ing out un­til Karen felt as if she was flooded by 
the stuff, bathed in se­men.

“Oh, George,” she moaned. “I love it so much. Oh, George, you’re so won­der­ful to me.”

“You’re the won­der­ful one, baby,” George said, grunt­ing it out as he spoke. “I’ll give you
all the fuck­ing you want. I was only go­ing to keep you aroused, so you’d give Jerry the 
fuck­ing of his life, but my God, you’ve got enough for both of us.”

“Do you really think so,” she asked.

“Yes, you can keep us both happy the rest of my life.”

“I’m glad. We’re all to­gether now, right? I will be able to help Jerry.”

“Yes, but there is much more to be learned yet.”

“And you’ll teach me,” she fin­ished for him, chuck­ling aloud so he would hear. “Yes, I’ll 
teach you un­til it kills me.”

CHAPTER FIVE

They lay for a long time, try­ing to re­gain their strength along with their breath.

George fi­nally broke the si­lence. “Let’s get com­pletely na­ked again and play around 
some more.”

“You mean you’re go­ing to fuck me again.” Karen liked to feel the sound of the 
four-let­ter words now. Some­how the wicked words ex­cited her, bring­ing all kinds of 
lust­ful shivers to her body.

“Fuck yes. Let’s get na­ked.”

They un­dressed, Karen again help­ing George with his boots. When they were 
com­pletely nude again, George fell to the floor on his back, pre­tend­ing com­plete 
ex­haus­tion. Karen knelt and rubbed his fore­head. “Poor baby.”

George groped with his free hand un­til he could grasp one of her sway­ing full breasts. 
He kneaded the soft flesh and toyed with her nipple, then let go and placed his arm around 
her waist. She moaned softly, feel­ing her ex­cite­ment rise to­ward the level of an­other and 
al­most un­ex­pec­ted or­gasm. God, this man could bring such lewd things out of her body. 
She felt his thumb rub up and into her wet pussy which still dripped from his load of se­men. 
She had never come be­fore with a man’s cock bur­ied within her and think­ing back on it 
brought more shivers of pure ec­stasy ra­cing through her. It was so much bet­ter to or­gasm 
with a man’s throb­bing cock spurt­ing hot come in­side her. Now she found her­self 
yearn­ing for it again, to ex­per­i­ence the feel of it, that won­der­ful mo­ment when the first 
hot hard spurt of it ma­chine gunned her pussy walls.

George kissed her thigh and nibbled at the sens­it­ive flesh of her hips, mak­ing her 
squirm with re­doubled ef­fort. She felt the knot of her ex­cite­ment harden­ing in her belly 
and warned him, “You’re go­ing to make me come again, even be­fore you get that big cock 
back in me.”

“Noth­ing wrong with that, sweet,” he said.

“I ... know! But not yet!”

Gently, he ex­trac­ted his thumb from her cunt and with­drew his hand. Now he raised 
and got to his feet, pulling her up with him. He stood, hold­ing her to him and rest­ing one 
palm on her lower belly with his fin­gers bur­ied in her pu­bic hair. As she began to calm, and 
her breath­ing stead­ied, he felt down­ward. He worked his fin­gers into the wet puffi­ness of 
her la­bia and rubbed the circle of her cunt mouth. She groaned and hugged him fiercely.

“You really like this, don’t you?” he said, more like a state­ment of fact than a ques­tion.

“My God yes, George,” she agreed. “And it’s so ex­cit­ing, be­ing with you and feel­ing 
good and not ashamed.” She sighed. Then she jerked vi­ol­ently as his palm flattened her 
clit­oris and his fin­gers wedged into her cunt mouth. “Je­sus, George. Oh myyyyyyyyyyyyyy!”

He tipped her back and began to suck on her tit. She clung fiercely to his head while her 
hips jerked back and forth against a stack of baled hay. She felt as though her en­tire body 
was writh­ing with hun­ger, and she sensed that she would soon be get­ting his cock again. 
God, she wanted it. Yes, she knew she would be beg­ging for it again be­fore too long. At the 
thought, she felt down­ward between them and got hold of the thick plun­ger again. Her 
small hands could hardly reach around the thick­ness of it. The prick was heav­ily coated with 
slip­pery wet­ness, and she slid her circ­ling hand up and down the shaft be­fore cup­ping her
palm over the steam­ing head. Grow­ing in­creas­ingly eager, she clasped the hot dick against
her thigh and rubbed if fiercely on her warm flesh. George’s breath began to come jerkily and 
he grunted at her.

“Keep that up, and I’ll have you spread out on the hay in about two seconds.” Her 
an­swer­ing laugh was edged with fright, but she made her an­swer light, “I don’t care!” she 
whimpered fiercely. “Oh I don’t care. I’m sore but I want it in me again.” She wondered if she 
would be able to take it all in her again so soon.

But she did want it, hurt or not. “I do want you to fuck me. Yes, I do need it.” She sighed 
deeply. “Let’s do it now, please?”

“Now?”

She shuddered be­fore an­swer­ing, “Yes! Now! I want it in me!” George pulled at her and 
she clung to him, press­ing her lips to his shoulder. They stumbled to the hay. George 
stopped, knee-deep in the fra­grant pile, and she felt the dry stalks prick­ing at her calves. 
George fell back­ward and pulled her with him. She scrambled to straddle his form, his cock 
hot and enorm­ous and throb­bing as it lay along her gulp­ing tight cunt.

“This way,” she teased. “Let me ride it. You prom­ise to take me horse­back rid­ing, but this
will do. I want to try it this way, please.”

He reached up un­der her and pulled his cock up to a ver­tical po­s­i­tion. “Come on, 
climb on to it, little one. Put that tight pussy over it and wal­low in it.”

“Wowee!” Karen squealed.

She pressed her cunt mouth to the domed cock­head and let the broad slopes of it wedge
her open. Her knees trembled as she slowly sank in the yield­ing hay to lower her pussy onto 
the ri­gid flag­pole of a cock, and she felt her cunt settle over the back of his cock­head and 
tighten around the in­ward slid­ing shaft.

“I’ve never had a cock in me this way be­fore,” she ex­plained. “I have to take it easy too, 
be­cause I’m a little sore from the pound­ing you gave me a while ago.” She sighed 
un­com­fort­ably, but con­tin­ued push­ing her­self down­ward. “Easy, easy, easy,” she 
chanted in a sooth­ing voice as she lowered her­self. “Oh I know it’s go­ing to feel so good,” 
she said aloud, try­ing to boost her un­cer­tainty.

As her weight drove her down the length of George’s cock, she felt his bulbous cock­head 
bur­row­ing to­ward the core of her belly. It was a strange sen­sa­tion, she re­flec­ted 
fleet­ingly, to feel in­ternal or­gans jostled and shoved aside by a hard, bulky knot that bored 
in so ir­res­ist­ibly. It was a sen­sa­tion that had no sim­il­ar­ity to any other, and its full 
ef­fects spread like ripples through­out her body, bring­ing thou­sands of tiny goose bumps 
to her re­vealed nude skin.

She felt the stiff brush of his pu­bic hair press­ing like coarse fur into the tender 
mem­branes around her cunt mouth, and the spread­ing hard­ness of the root of his cock 
stop­ping her mo­tion. With a swal­low, she ex­per­i­ment­ally jerked her hips to level his 
cock­head for­ward and back­ward in her hot and hurt­ing cunt. Power­ful jolts of sen­sa­tion
tensed her muscles and made her jerk again.

“Oh wow!” she whispered in won­der­ment. “It’s so big in me. Some big thing, huh­h­hhh! 
God, but it’s good though. It’s so ... so filling.”

“You’re not a very big girl,” replied George quietly. “That tiny cunt of yours bites me as if it 
had teeth. You know it hurts me this way, too, but the hurt will go away in a minute then 
everything will be good again.”

“It does hurt you too?” she looked at him quiz­zically.

“Yes,” he nod­ded, “but it’s all right. It’s worth it and you know it.”

“Yesssss,” she hissed, agree­ing with what he had said. It in­deed, was worth it.

Karen clutched at his up­per arms and began to bounce her­self on his cock. She felt her 
ass smack the hard front of his thighs at the end of each stroke, and waves of ex­cite­ment 
washed over her. The hay sup­por­ted the breadth of George’s body more firmly than it did 
her knees. Every bounce of her hips bur­ied her legs deeper, un­til she found her­self rid­ing 
her mount as if he were the horse she had been prom­ised to ride.

In­stead of strok­ing her­self now along his cock, she could only lever her­self back and 
forth on him.

But the fric­tion on the in­ner sur­faces of her thighs and on the sens­it­ive tis­sues of her 
pussy drove her lust to a sav­age new height.

“Sooooo good!” she moaned.

Karen was con­scious of the vi­ol­ent leaps of her tiny nipples on her full boobs as the 
jumped and she de­rived as much pleas­ure from her aware­ness as from the phys­ical 
sen­sa­tions as they flogged gently at her chest. Her hands were braced against George, her 
fin­gers grip­ping his waist and her el­bows locked straight. Her hair was loose, fly­ing like a 
cloud around her face. The hay stabbed the tender flesh of her legs and aroused her to a 
frenzy of sens­it­iv­ity. The com­bined feel­ing raised her peak of ex­cite­ment to a 
dan­ger­ously won­der­ful level.

“God!” she ex­claimed breath­lessly. “I thought I was go­ing to come the second I got your
big cock in me! But I just keep get­ting more and more ex­cited! It’s great! I wish I could keep 
it in me all the time, forever and ever, over and over. I’d fuck us to death, I guess.” She giggled
hys­ter­ic­ally.

“I like it too,” George said. “Let’s just keep fuck­ing. Okay?” She nod­ded, and tightened 
and un­tightened her pussy muscles as she worked on him.

“Oh that little pussy is great,” George panted.

“There isn’t any­thing little about you,” Karen spoke between bounces.

“I’m just the right size then, huh?” George teased at her, know­ing she was just mak­ing 
talk.

“Oh God! George. Yes! Yes! Yes! It’s just the right size, even if it is really and truly rip­ping 
me apart.”

He chuckled and laid his hands in the angles of her up­per thighs, his thumbs press­ing 
the for­ward bulges of her labis. The new pres­sure in­flamed her, and when he worked his 
thumbs in­ward to the sides of her clit­oris she cried out with the in­tens­ity of the pleas­ure. 
Her hips flashed back and forth, the small of her bare back began to hurt from the force of 
un­du­la­tions. She knew the in­ner flesh of her thighs were get­ting raw from fric­tion, and 
the broken ends of hay stalks were go­ing to leave her legs bloody where they were prick­ing 
into her flesh.

“George! George! It’s soooo gooooood,” she wailed on and on.

George groaned, “Christ yes! I’d think you’d be break­ing your­self into the way you’re 
boun­cing and jerking.”

“I am ... I am, but it’s good, so good!” she replied in a strained voice. She was sud­denly 
aware of the drops of sweat that con­tin­ued to run down her face onto her na­ked body and 
on down­ward to drop and splat­ter on George’s na­ked frame un­der her jerking body.

“Bet­ter let me take a turn,” George said, and without await­ing her con­sent, he tilted her 
side­ways. Rolling over with her, his cock re­mained deeply bur­ied in her cunt, and she felt 
the cringing flesh of her back crush­ing brittle stems of hay. The al­falfa sweet­ness swirled 
around her head, and she lost her­self mo­ment­ar­ily in the heady scent that sur­roun­ded 
her.

George el­ev­ated her knees and spread them. Will­ing, she drew them up along his broad
chest, tingling with de­light at the new depths his cock plunged to. He got his arms be­hind 
her calves and pushed her feet over her head, then re­laxed his force, so that her ankles 
lodged on his shoulders.

Karen gasped as he began to fuck. His ass rose and fell, his groin slam­ming against her 
up­turned cunt with every stroke and his cock blast­ing the length of her va­ginal bar­rel like 
a great hot pis­ton.

She grunted in­vol­un­tar­ily with each blow. “Uh! Uh! Uh!” George seemed to drive her 
into the hay with his vi­ol­ent thrusts, and the hay seemed to spring back to po­s­i­tion for 
each new stroke that fol­lowed. On his back­strokes, she felt the bulk of his cock­head 
with­draw along her sore pas­sage to the tight­ness of her cunt­mouth, and on the for­ward 
plunges, he plowed to the up­per re­gions of her belly. He fucked with a bru­tal ur­gency that
gave her an un­easy feel­ing of lost iden­tity. She felt as if she had be­come a face­less, 
name­less, fur-ringed cunt for him to re­lease his ten­sions into.

“Good!” George asked.

“Oh yes, George. Good! Good!”

The elat­ing sen­sa­tion was a fright­en­ing one, but it thrilled her at the same time. She 
en­joyed the un­ac­cus­tomed role of be­ing used this way, and her ut­ter feel­ing of 
help­less­ness. As if read­ing her con­fused thoughts, George seized her wrists and pinned 
them over her head, press­ing them deeply into the hay while his cock poun­ded harder into 
her.

Lean­ing far over her while he fucked, his weight on her ex­ten­ded legs raised her ass and
threw her own weight on her shoulders and up­per back. Her hips had no re­straints to 
pre­vent full, sav­age rotary un­du­la­tion. She twis­ted them and thrust with prim­it­ive 
aban­don at his groin, feel­ing as if she were pivot­ing on the great cock that im­paled her. 
George’s hot cock pinned her, speared through her cunt mouth and thrust rudely through 
each part of her.

The or­gasm that had been just be­low the sur­face ever since she had first climbed on 
top of him was on her be­fore she real­ized what had hit. Her belly knot­ted for an in­stant-a 
glor­i­ous, breath-stop­ping con­vul­sion that para­lyzed her and filled her with a sense of 
im­pend­ing vi­ol­ence-then broke into power­ful, rhythmic con­trac­tions that seemed to 
crush George’s cock in waves of milk­ing ac­tion. An over­power­ing tremor seized her. She 
flung her head back­ward into the yield­ing hay and tensed her legs to force her cunt tightly 
against George’s groin.

“Christ!” George yelled, the sound ex­plod­ing from him un­ex­pec­tedly. “You got a vise, 
not a cunt! Ease off, dam­mit, you’re cut­ting my cock in half.”

He blas­ted against her dis­ten­ded pussy, grind­ing the base of his cock into the puffy 
mounds of her la­bia and trap­ping her clit­oris between his pel­vic arch and hers.

Karen couldn’t dis­tin­guish between his ex­plos­ive grunts and her own gasp­ing moans 
and groans. She real­ized vaguely that he was caught in the same tremor that was shak­ing 
her. She felt as if the en­tire barn was in the throes of an earth­quake. The ten­sion that had 
moun­ted so high drained away, but she still floated some­where in the depths of a sea of 
ec­stasy that she wanted never to lose. She al­tern­at­ively tensed and re­laxed, mag­ni­fy­ing
her or­gas­mic con­trac­tions and for­cing them to ex­pand to in­clude her en­tire body.

“God! God! God!” she wailed, scream­ing out over and over, her sound echo­ing through 
the barn.

“Hmmmmmmmmmmm,” George groaned as he ex­pelled his se­men in a mad­den­ing 
gush into the hot box clutch­ing his cock so tightly.

Each time a new spurt would drive into Karen, she screamed and jerked.

It felt as though it was rain­ing come, yet with cyc­lonic force.

As she jerked and bolted she al­most blacked out, then she felt her spasms sub­sid­ing. In 
a fog of over­stressed senses, she let her­self slip away from the dizzy­ing peak of 
ex­cite­ment she had moun­ted. For the first time, she be­came aware of the pooled heat in 
her belly, where George’s se­men had col­lec­ted, and of the rapid soften­ing of his bur­ied 
cock. She ex­pelled her breath in a long, trem­u­lous sigh and gazed at the rugged face of the
man above her.

“My God, George,” she rasped. “What did you do to me? I al­most went wild.”

“Hard to beat that kind of show, right?”

“Wow! Yes, oh God yes!”

“You really like it, don’t you?”

“Yes, George. I do. And I hope it won’t be our last fuck­ing either. You have a lot to teach 
me.”

“Yeah,” George nod­ded. “I guess I do.”

CHAPTER SIX

Since they were now too ex­hausted to think about rid­ing, George drove back to the 
house.

Once there they showered to­gether. As the warm wa­ter rained down on them, the two 
soaped each other; each sweep of the hands brought moans of ex­cite­ment to their lips. 
They held each other close and kissed, tongue prob­ing. When they thought they could stand 
it no longer, they got out of the shower and toweled each other. Back in the bed­room they 
stretched out on the bed. George leaned over and placed a kiss on each of Karen’s nipples. 
Karen began to breathe faster and be­fore she real­ized what she was say­ing, said, “Suck it, 
George. I need it again.”

Mouth open wide, George ap­plied it to the mound of flesh, his tongue flick­ing against 
the nipple, suck­ing vig­or­ously. He sucked and chewed on Karen’s breast for a minute or so 
longer, then he lowered him­self, kiss­ing Karen’s body, her flat belly and the in­sides of her 
thighs. George placed one long kiss on Karen’s pussy, let­ting her tongue, for just a brief 
mo­ment, dart into the jungle of pu­bic hair. Now George was back up even with Karen’s head
and began kiss­ing her lips. Karen-felt her lower belly jump­ing with de­sire, as George’s hand
caressed the smooth stom­ach warmly, then he let his fin­gers slide lower, tangling in the 
silken mound there.

One of his fin­gers touched the top of Karen’s cleft and made her moan and shake. Her 
legs spread apart vol­un­tar­ily, as if beg­ging for the touch hov­er­ing over the steam­ing 
well. The aroma of the hon­eyed pussy drif­ted up between them mak­ing Karen dizzy with 
the know­ledge that she was eager for George’s big cock again, that she was wide open and 
ready.

George’s fin­ger slipped over the throb­bing nub of Karen’s most sens­it­ive re­gion and 
came back up, lift­ing the tip of the quiv­er­ing clit­oris, mak­ing it swell and stretch.

“Ooooooh, George!” Karen moaned ec­stat­ic­ally, shiv­er­ing again, feel­ing the tips of 
her breasts swell out­ward as if ready to burst and emit a new sexual fluid from its pores.

“That’s it,” George said softly. “En­joy it. I’ll make it good for you. I’ll help you. I want to, oh
how I want to.” His palm cupped the twat and pressed in­ward, mak­ing the flesh of Karen’s 
la­bia roll un­der his fin­gers.

“Oh­hhh, Karen moaned again.

George’s fin­ger found the slit­ted cleft and wormed in­side, so that the length of his 
manual di­git lay along Karen’s hot gap. Karen felt her lips softly en­fold­ing the rod-like 
ap­pend­age, and she drew closer to the burn­ing flesh around the mouth of her moist 
tun­nel.

Karen spread her thighs more, open­ing her­self for George’s ex­plor­a­tion. George slid 
his fin­gers down, work­ing all the way to her tiny puckered anus, then back up. Now he felt 
the curving arch of Karen’s pu­bic bone un­der his palm. He pressed his whole hand down on 
Karen’s cunt and felt her re­spond by push­ing her hips up­ward. Karen’s pussy was hot and 
sticky, and George knew that her juices were flow­ing freely and easy, mak­ing her ready for 
his cock. He wondered if he would be ready for her.

Now he worked his hand back into Karen’s wet, hot crotch. This time he slid one fin­ger 
between the lips, and pressed it into her cunt.

Her moist chan­nel felt scald­ing hot and sticky and slimy with juices. George drove his 
long fin­ger deeper into her and felt Karen’s hips surge up­ward.

“You’re plenty worked up, aren’t you, sweet­heart?” George asked.

“Yesss, George. You make me feel like I’m on fire. Oh I need you so much.”

“What do you need?” he asked, teas­ing.

“You know what I need.”

“My tongue?”

“No, that’s not big enough. I need some­thing else.”

“Tell me.”

“I need your big cock. Your hard throb­bing cock. I want to feel it fill me.”

“Well, my big fat cock is right this minute ly­ing limply in its nest­ing place. You might have
to do some work on it.”

“Work?”

“Yep. You might just have to give it some tender lov­ing care.”

“But, but ... how?”

“Just play with it awhile and maybe you’ll catch on and do your own thing with it.” Karen 
raised up and stared at him. She didn’t really un­der­stand what he was get­ting at. But, she 
crawled to her knees and sat up be­side his nude body. She stud­ied his body a mo­ment, 
then with a fin­ger and a thumb she picked up his limp cock and stud­ied it. “It is sort of 
small.” She fingered it a few mo­ments and felt it stir a few times. “I think it just needs 
work­ing up some,” she said.

“Yep, I know it does. It wants you to put your mouth around it and suck it to hard­ness.”

“My mouth!” She was mo­ment­ar­ily stunned. Then a las­ci­vi­ous lust filled her eyes.

George nod­ded. “Uh, yeah. Suck it.”

Karen’s fin­gers were trem­bling, she nar­rowed her eyes, look­ing hun­grily down at the 
soft cock, and star­ted strok­ing it softly as her own body was sud­denly en­vel­oped in the 
wan­ton flames of de­sire.

“Oh, George,” she breathed, then bent her head swiftly down. Karen stifled a moan, and a 
little quiver of pas­sion dar­ted through her aching loins as she par­ted her lips to close them 
over the soft­ness of his cock, as George’s squirmed un­der her. She felt George tremble more
when she made first con­tact, his move­ments an­swer­ing her own grow­ing ex­cite­ment, 
and she swirled her tongue eagerly around the half-hard shaft of flesh be­fore she let it slip 
from her mouth.

“Do you think this will work?” she asked George.

“I know it will,” he answered. “Start suck­ing on it and you can feel it grow in your mouth.”

“It’s not too bad,” Karen said, as she took an­other suck. She held it at its base now, 
lick­ing the darker head, like she would an ice cream cone. “It doesn’t taste bad at all either,” 
she said between licks.

“Then suck it for heaven’s sakes,” George urged. “I want to get it up so I can fuck you.” 
Now it was hard. The com­bin­a­tion of her words, her licks and his lack of pa­tience had 
done the trick. His but­tocks jerked in a spasm of ex­cite­ment as Karen’s tongue swirled and 
twirled around the de­sire-swollen shaft of his gi­ant penis, then she found the tiny open­ing 
of the glans at the top and flicked up a little tangy tast­ing droplets of ooz­ing sem­inal fluid. 
George moaned out his ec­stasy and an­ti­cip­a­tion as he watched Karen’s long blonde hair 
cas­cade over his loins, then reached sud­denly down to run his fin­gers into her hair and 
force her face closer to his thighs. He forced her to again take the shaft of his cock in her 
mouth and lunged his hips up at the same time to drive it deeper into the warm, wet cav­ern 
between her lips.

“That’s the way, honey,” he egged her on. “Now you’re do­ing it like a pro.” For a mo­ment
Karen thought she would choke as the ri­gid rod of solid male flesh brushed al­most to the 
back of her throat. She gasped for breath, rev­el­ing in her wan­ton mas­ochistic pleas­ure, 
en­joy­ing all the suf­fer­ing and hu­mi­li­ation the sud­denly ag­gress­ive George was 
sub­ject­ing her to. She began to suck more eagerly, her moist lips ova­led, her cheeks, 
hol­low­ing and ex­pand­ing, and she was re­war­ded only by a fur­ther arch­ing up­ward of 
George’s hips, and even harder thrust of his pal­pit­at­ing cock deeper and deeper into the 
wel­com­ing hun­ger of her mouth.

Karen could feel his throb­bing re­ac­tion and began to suck his long hard prick more 
vo­ra­ciously, the tips of her teeth dig­ging gently into the hard res­ist­ing flesh, leav­ing 
small white trails where they had scraped the blood from be­neath the sur­face of the loose 
skin.

She shif­ted her po­s­i­tion over his thighs without dis­en­ga­ging her mouth from his 
prick and kneeled on all fours between his open legs. She reached un­der his but­tocks and 
cupped them in her palm as he had once done her, pulling his loins up tighter to her face.

Her tongue swiped around and around the heav­ily throb­bing head furi­ously un­til 
George called out to her, “You’re about to suck it loose from the roots.”

“You want me to ease up,” she said, lift­ing her mouth free of his love pole.

“No,” he said, his voice sound­ing hoarse.

She con­tin­ued and his groans of pleas­ure were echoed by her mewls, Karen knew that 
George liked what she was do­ing to him. But she felt she had to have some­thing more. This 
was all so new to her. She ad­mit­ted to her­self that she was get­ting hot just by what she 
was do­ing, that it was really build­ing her up, but she doubted that she could be sat­is­fied 
her­self, without George do­ing some­thing to her. Yes, she made up her-mind, she 
def­in­itely had to have some­thing else un­til the fire in her loins was un­quenched. It was 
not even be­ing fought. She had to have con­tact from him on her own gen­it­als as she 
sucked him. She had to have his fin­gers on her clit­oris and pussy.

Still suck­ing in wild aban­don, Karen twis­ted her body back around un­til her 
vo­lup­tu­ous ass-cheeks were poin­ted to­ward his head. She reached and took one of his 
hands and guided it ur­gently to her own gen­it­als as she sucked him. She had to have his 
fin­gers on her clit­oris and deep into her pussy, she just had to!

When she felt George’s fin­ger in place she star­ted suck­ing more vo­ra­ciously, 
com­pletely lost in the act she was per­form­ing

When she felt George’s fin­ger in place she star­ted suck­ing more vo­ra­ciously, 
com­pletely lost in the act she was per­form­ing for the first time, rev­el­ing in the 
for­bid­den taste of her father-in-law’s cock. His rock-hard but­tocks twis­ted and rolled on 
the bed as the in­tens­ity of her suck­ing in­creased. She began to nibble with her sharp teeth
at the head and sens­it­ive un­der­side, nip­ping eagerly at it, want­ing him to fill her mouth, 
want­ing to taste his hot seed as it spur­ted into her mouth, filling the warm cav­ern to the 
brim. Her own loins were throb­bing with in­creas­ing ten­sion as her im­pend­ing or­gasm 
built higher and higher, want­ing to cli­max too, but she wanted to come at the same time 
George did, and she wasn’t ex­per­i­enced enough to pre­dict his erup­tion.

Suck­ing him faster and more wildly, Karen churned her hips madly as she strained down 
on his lap. Her eyes were wide open, drink­ing in the sight of his na­ked, lewd loins. Her head 
flashed up and down with fren­zied, “speed; .like some great soft-suc­tion pis­ton, tak­ing all 
of his long hard cock into her moistly heated mouth even though she would have at first 
deemed such a feat im­possible. Karen’s lips and nose were pressed against the wiry bristles 
of her father-in-law’s thick pu­bic hair on the down­stroke of her head, and she could smell 
the male aroma of his gen­it­als waft­ing into her nos­trils, spur­ring her on even faster.

An­other rack­ing shud­der passed through Karen’s body at the shame and 
de­grad­a­tion she was be­ing sub­jec­ted to. She wondered if any­thing could ever be more 
de­praved than what she was do­ing now, but she sucked even more greed­ily at George’s 
pulsing penis, swirl­ing her tongue again and again around its hot, thick length. Then she felt 
his fin­ger be­gin to tease at the tiny bud of her clit­oris, coax­ing it to quick ri­gid­ity so it 
quivered with need un­der his ob­scenely strok­ing fin­gers to send new thrills of de­light 
streak­ing through her lust­fully ex­cited body.

Now com­pletely lost in her pas­sion, Karen swayed wildly on the bed, her but­tocks 
quiv­er­ing, her whole body mov­ing as her face met the lunging man’s cock plunging up into
her mouth. She felt his fin­gers tease more eagerly at the small, lust-wet open­ing between 
her thighs, part­ing the lips as the began to ease up into her sens­it­ive cun­tal ori­fice and 
match her suck­ing move­ments with a deep saw­ing in and out between the clasp­ing hair 
lined lips.

Karen squirmed back and forth on his in­vad­ing fin­ger as the lick­ing flames in her loins 
burned hot­ter. Her lust-filled body ached and tingled with de­sire, her blood seethed and 
boiled as the older man’s re­sponse to her con­tin­ued mas­ochistic suck­ing fur­ther 
in­creased. And she began to long for the im­min­ent mo­ment when the ma­nip­u­la­tions 
of her hot mouth on his cock would be­come more than he could res­ist, when the gate on 
his de­sire would break open and he would lose the last rem­nants of con­trol, and his hot 
sperm-filled se­men would spurt forth to ful­fill her most de­praved and secret long­ings.

The lewdly un­du­lat­ing mouth sucked vo­ra­ciously, wan­tonly, ob­li­vi­ous to all else 
ex­cept the cock that filled it. Her own warm va­ginal se­cre­tions were be­gin­ning to seep 
down around her lover’s rap­idly pis­ton­ing fin­ger as she ap­proached her own in­ev­it­able
cli­max. She in­creased the gyr­a­tions of her lurch­ing but­tocks, work­ing back and forth on 
her father-in-law’s vi­ol­at­ing fin­ger un­til she knew she could not con­tain her joy, knew 
she would have an or­gasm within seconds.

And with this real­iz­a­tion, Karen en­circled her lips even more tightly around George’s 
throb­bing hard cock­shaft. Then she felt a ripple of sheer ec­stasy shoot through her body.

George jammed his hips up­ward, bury­ing his massively jerking cock deep in Karen’s soft 
throat, while she moaned ec­stat­ic­ally. The hot thrusts of his se­men which spur­ted from 
the open­ing in his cock­head in­und­ated the back of her mouth as it gey­sered madly from 
his frantic­ally pulsat­ing penis. Her throat tightened and un­tightened as tor­rent after 
tor­rent of his burn­ing fluid gushed forth, and she swal­lowed des­per­ately to keep from 
chok­ing on the froth­ing hot li­quid, her cheeks bloat­ing and hol­low­ing as the cav­ern of 
her mouth filled with his come and emp­tied again and again.

Karen’s own or­gasm struck then, brought about and triggered by the act she was 
per­form­ing on her father-in-law. Wild, rap­tur­ous re­lease took hold of her, ten times as 
great as any other she had had. She gurgled and squealed around her lover’s still 
ejac­u­lat­ing cock as she con­tin­ued to swal­low his seem­ingly never-end­ing flow of hot 
se­men, try­ing not to lose a single droplet of the pre­cious seed. She reached a height so 
dizzy­ing, a pin­nacle of pleas­ure so great, that her mind threatened to burst from the sheer 
pleas­ure of it.

Fi­nally, mo­ments later, her father-in-law’s great pulsing cock de­flat­ing in her gently 
nib­bling mouth, the lovely Karen lif­ted her head, let­ting the pleas­ure-giv­ing in­stru­ment 
slide wetly from between her se­men-smeared lips. It trailed a thin band of seed between her 
mouth and his cock-head. George leaned back on the bed, totally sa­ti­ated after the 
ex­cru­ci­at­ing bliss he had just ex­per­i­enced from his daugh­ter-in-law’s soft warm mouth 
on his penis. He was un­able to think, un­able to do any­thing in the af­ter­math of such great
de­light.

Karen leaned over and kissed him gently, ten­derly, lov­ingly on the lips, hug­ging him 
fiercely. And when, after a long mo­ment, her hand­some lover’s arms reached out and drew 
her into the warm circle of his warmth and held her tightly, Karen felt con­ten­ted.

When they had res­ted for a while George told her, “I think it’s a little late for us to do the 
shop­ping I’ve planned. So why don’t you rest up, then early to­mor­row we buy some of the 
things I’ve been talk­ing about.”

Karen felt too beat to even dis­cuss it, but the thought was ex­cit­ing re­gard­less. She 
looked for­ward to what might be in the fu­ture for her.

George was a man of his word. After Jerry had left for the store the fol­low­ing morn­ing, 
George and Karen drove into town.

“I only know one store in town that car­ries the things I want for you. The lady who runs 
the place is a friend of mine and I know she’ll help us out.”

“She surely knows what we want the clothes for?” Karen spoke.

“Sure she will, but like I said, she’s a friend of mine, and she knows the score. So, don’t 
worry your pretty head off about it.”

Karen liked Maude Springer the minute the older wo­man, walked over to her, after 
George’s in­tro­duc­tion, and put her arms around Karen.

“Honey, you’re the nicest thing that’s happened to George in a long time. Hope you and 
Jerry are the hap­pi­est couple in town.”

“I, uh....” Karen was too em­bar­rassed to speak.

“That’s our prob­lem,” George spoke for the blush­ing girl. “She needs some ex­cit­ing 
things to help Jerry get it up.”

“Oh,” Maude com­men­ted. “A little prob­lem in the fam­ily. No need to worry. I’m a 
spe­cial­ist in this sort of thing,” Maude said to the still red-flushed Karen. “People have been 
com­ing to me in secret for years. Hell, I should have hung out a shingle with all the good luck
I’ve had in solv­ing sex prob­lems.” She smiled and her face was so open and friendly that 
Karen felt her­self smil­ing in re­turn.

The next two hours were a period of dizzy­ing ex­per­i­ence for Karen. Maude brought 
out items of wear that Karen hadn’t thought ex­is­ted. Black and white panties, lacy 
see-through, garter belts that looked en­ti­cing even be­fore they were worn, half-bras, full 
bras so lacy they hid noth­ing, high heels, black sheer nylon stock­ings, a skin tight body shirt 
that came apart at the crotch merely by touch­ing, and sev­eral other equally sexu­ally 
en­ti­cing gar­ments that should never be worn out­side the bed­room.

When Maude felt they had everything they needed, she wrapped the items and said, 
“There isn’t a man liv­ing that won’t get charged up when he sees you in these, honey.”

“I hope so,” Karen man­aged to say, still a bit shy over the for­ward­ness of this wo­man.

“And,” Maude said as they were leav­ing, “I want you to come over and have a drink with 
me some af­ter­noon. I’m closed on Wed­nes­days and I do my so­cial­iz­ing then.”

“Wei, I. . . “ Karen began.

George fin­ished the sen­tence for her, “She’ll be happy to, Maude, any­time.” Out­side 
the store, George said, “Maude’s a good teacher too. There’s a lot of things a man can’t teach,
you know. So, maybe Maude can show you a few things.” Back at the house, George 
an­nounced, “You go and try some of these gar­ments on. I’m go­ing to mix me a drink and 
re­lax. Wow, my young daugh­ter-in-law, you cer­tainly have taken a lot out of me today, 
yes­ter­day and ... well, any­way,” he grinned, “I’m not used to so much teach­ing.”

“You mean,” Karen said, teas­ing him, “you can’t get it up. You’re about as bad off as your 
son.” She marched to­ward her room, say­ing over her shoulder, “I might rape you after a 
while.” George grinned at her boun­cing rear end and said, “A man can’t be raped by a 
wo­man, and you re­mem­ber that. He has to be en­ticed.”

“Then I’ll en­tice you.”

George stood for a long time watch­ing the closed door of her room be­fore he turned to 
the bar to mix a strong drink.

In­side her bed­room Karen took her new un­der­gar­ments and laid them on the bed. 
She looked over the sexy items one by one and de­cided to wear the garter belt first. When 
she stripped her­self bare she picked up the flimsy white panties first and pulled them up over
her full hips. The crotch of the panties was of a tight lacy fab­ric that re­vealed more than it 
con­cealed. By bend­ing slightly she could see her pussy hair push­ing through the open­ings 
of the crotch. Shiv­er­ing slightly at the erotic sight of her­self, she pulled on the black garter 
belt. When it lay snug­gly in place over her white panties, where the straps hung down, Karen 
could see the ef­fect it would have when the long thin black nylons were at­tached. God, if it 
did this to her, she wondered what the ef­fect would be on a man. Did I say a man? She asked 
her­self. I mean my hus­band.

Yes, wasn’t this all to do with Jerry’s in­ab­il­ity to have an erec­tion?” Now she sat on the 
bed and pulled the thin stock­ings up over her leg, lik­ing the way the ma­ter­ial clung to her, 
giv­ing each part of her leg a def­in­ite em­phasis. When she had both stock­ings on, she 
stood and hooked the tops onto the snaps that hung from her garter belt. She whirled about 
study­ing her fig­ure in the bed­room mir­ror. Stun­ning! She thought. Ex­cit­ing.

She picked up the black bra next and hooked it in po­s­i­tion, when she stuffed her tits 
into the cups she real­ized that her nipples would pop loose from the bind­ing if she took a 
deep breath. She couldn’t be­lieve it, turn­ing now and study­ing her­self with com­plete 
ad­mir­a­tion. First one nipple peeked above its re­straint, then the other. What an ef­fect it 
would have on men, she de­cided, then caught her­self. There it goes, “men” again.

De­cid­ing not to con­cern her­self right at this point, she slipped into the high spiked 
heels. How tall she looked. Stand­ing in the heels she felt as if she were on her tip­toes, and 
the strain on her calves em­phas­ized the sen­su­ous­ness of her legs. She liked what she saw.
George had to see this, she de­cided.

She checked her­self in the mir­ror one more time, her eyes rov­ing over the re­flec­tion 
of her form, flick­ing up and down her smooth sexy legs, tra­cing the flar­ing curve of her firm
ass-cheeks in­side the garter belt-en­cased ma­ter­ial. She could see the way the skimpy 
ma­ter­ial of her panties bunched at the little shelf where her round but­tocks tucked un­der 
and joined the tops of her black-nylon en­cased thighs. And she could see the way the panties
dipped into the deep cleft between the fresh, saucy globes of ass.

As if taunt­ing her­self with her own wicked­ness, Karen turned her hips slightly un­til she 
saw the curving apex of her cunt. The white panties peak­ing out be­low the black garter belt 
were nearly black in a wide oval splotch right over her twat. She saw the thin ma­ter­ial 
cling­ing wetly to her puffy cunt lips. There was a fine line run­ning up the cen­ter of the wet 
patch where the nylon had dipped between the lips and ex­posed her slit. A few golden curls 
peeped out from un­der the leg bands of her panties and through the ma­ter­ial it­self and 
glistened damply in the light of the room.

Karen gasped at her re­flec­tion and then forced her­self to hold still un­der her scru­tiny. 
Her pel­vis in­vol­un­tar­ily made a for­ward mo­tion and her thighs turned out­ward slightly 
in open in­vit­a­tion to a closer in­spec­tion.

All Karen could see was her pussy be­ing stuffed full of George’s heavy cock. She had to 
get to him now.

She grabbed at the flimsy black neg­li­gee and slipped it over her sen­sual 
half-na­ked­ness and hur­ried to the liv­ing room and George.

He had just star­ted to lift his drink to his lips when she entered the room. For a mo­ment 
he looked stunned, the drink tipped and a few drops spilled out and hit his leg, but he didn’t 
move.

“My God!” he shook his head, “Karen, you’re a new wo­man. A de­light­ful, exotic, 
mys­ter­i­ous, sen­su­ous creature, just made for lov­ing. If this doesn’t drive Jerry-boy up the
wall, then noth­ing will. Maude sure knew what to do.”

He con­tin­ued shak­ing his head as Karen paraded in front of the couch on which he sat. 
She walked slowly, let­ting her hips bounce from one side to the other and she stepped in the 
high heels, then she whirled about, pulled back the thin neg­li­gee and put both her hands on
her hips, throw­ing her pel­vis for­ward. She stuck out her lower lip, giv­ing her fa­cial 
ex­pres­sion that of a pout. When she lowered her eye­lids se­duct­ively, she stud­ied 
George’s re­ac­tion. Even right now, shortly after George had said he didn’t think he could get
a hard cock again, Karen no­ticed the stir­ring un­der the ma­ter­ial of his trousers. His cock 
was rising, and it was her, Karen,” who had caused it. She felt a sense of re­spect­ive flood­ing 
her. Yes, she could have any man she wanted, and right at this mo­ment, she felt like she 
wanted them all.

Droplets of warm lub­ric­ant began to flow from the sens­it­ive walls of Karen’s eagerly 
ex­cited young cunt, moisten­ing her petal-like pussy lips, her fleecy nat­ural blonde pu­bic 
hair, and the crotch head of her white panties un­der the black garter belt. She opened and 
closed her thighs spas­mod­ic­ally, and the nipples of her firm, full breasts hardened like 
gran­ite chips un­der her sex bra. This was the most en­ti­cing feel­ing she had ever 
ex­per­i­enced and it was send­ing the juices of her in­sa­ti­able pas­sion-already aroused 
from just look­ing at her­self in the mir­ror-ra­ging out of con­trol. Never had she been this 
horny! She was half out of her mind with an im­plac­ably churn­ing de­sire!

Karen walked up to where George was sit­ting on the couch. He leaned for­ward and 
res­ted his el­bows on his knees. The low couch left his head about even with Karen’s 
over­heated snatch. She moved closer and churned her pel­vic mound in his face. George 
rubbed his nose in the moist groove of the panties where they were tucked into her heated 
slit. Up and down his nose went as if it were a small cock prob­ing away try­ing to find the 
en­trance of her love chan­nel.

Oh God, Karen said to her­self, she wanted a hot pulsat­ing cock in­side her, that’s what 
she wanted. She watched George’s move­ments, hop­ing his cock was now ri­gidly hard. She 
knew the ef­fect she had on him, the powers of her sen­sual per­sua­sion, and she wanted 
him to fuck her right here, right now.

But would he want to? He hadn’t moved, he was still rub­bing his nose in her twat, but he 
was breath­ing faster and his eyes were all glassy.

Karen thrust her ripe young body hard against his face, and rubbed her hot twat up and 
down his nose, un­du­lat­ing the hot se­cret­ing pussy against him. She reached and took his 
ear and pulled him to his feet. Then her right hand was glid­ing down to cup and gently 
stroke his pants-en­cased erec­tion, while at the same time she stuck her wet little tongue 
mad­den­ingly in­side his ear.

“I want to be fucked.”

“Yes,” he whispered. “Yes. I’m go­ing to fuck you in just a little while.” George moaned 
softly as she held tightly to his eagerly throb­bing cock and balls, strok­ing them, flick­ing her 
tongue into his ear un­til he was quiv­er­ing with ex­cite­ment.

Oh God, Karen wanted to feel that cock of his in her. She knew the ef­fect she had on him, 
the powers of her per­sua­sion, and she wanted him to fuck her right here, right now.

Karen let her eyes drift down to the front of his trousers, and ex­ultancy swept through 
her. She pulled him to his feet and felt the hard­ness of his cock when it pressed into her 
garter belt-clad pel­vis.

She had to take full ad­vant­age of the situ­ation. She had to con­trol the situ­ation, fuck 
him on the spot, make him fuck her on the spot. She thrust her ripe young body hard against 
his, rub­bing her tautly firm breast up and down his arm and un­du­lat­ing her hot se­cret­ing
pussy against his thigh. George moaned softly. Karen held tightly to his eagerly throb­bing 
cock and balls, strok­ing them, flick­ing her tongue into his ear un­til he was quiv­er­ing with 
ex­cite­ment.

“Let’s fuck, George. You and I, right now,” she moaned. “I can feel you in­side my pussy, 
fuck­ing deep and hard. Oh I can feel it so and I want it.”

A low, tor­tured sound was wrenched from the lust-in­cited father-in-law. Karen knew that
she had won. She whispered ex­citedly, “I’m go­ing to take your cock out now, George. I’m 
go­ing to take it and hold it in my hand, then I’m go­ing to make you na­ked and me na­ked, 
and we’re go­ing to fuck.”

George just stood there while the pant­ing Karen un­fastened his belt, pulled his trousers 
and un­der­shorts down, and began to stroke his na­kedly swollen cock. Her little fin­ger was 
ex­ten­ded down­ward to tan­tal­ize the bur­geon­ing sac of his sperm-filled balls. Then she 
was pulling her bra down with her free hand.

When she worked it down and loose, it fell to her hips. She pulled at it with her hand un­til
she had it over her hips and on the floor. Now she pressed her twin mounds of warm flesh 
against George’s bare arm, rolling the nipples back and forth through the thick hair of his 
fore­arm, rev­el­ing in the feel­ing that lewd mo­tion gen­er­ated in­side her tautly rip­pling 
belly and cunt, then she began kiss­ing him on the neck and throat with her hotly moistened 
lips as she con­tin­ued to fondle and caress his long hard cock and aching balls.

Gingerly turn­ing her sen­sual little body just enough so that his massively pulsat­ing cock
was jut­ting to­ward her, Karen began rub­bing his swollen heavy shaft up and down her 
warmly se­cret­ing crotch. She pulled at the side of her panty leg and bared the moist slit that 
ached there. She guided George’s swollen prick slowly, mad­den­ingly, through the wet, 
plat­inum-colored pu­bic fleece, caus­ing both of them to moan softly with an ob­scenely 
spiral­ing de­light. Against his ear she whispered, “I want you to fuck me now, George. Now! 
I’ll lean for­ward against the couch arm and you get be­hind me and put your big, hard cock 
in my pussy! Fuck me good and hard from be­hind. Hurry, honey, hurry and fuck me good, 
pleaseeee!”

Karen broke away from him mo­ment­ar­ily, lean­ing for­ward with her hands braced 
against the couch. She reached be­hind her and pulled at the ma­ter­ial of her panties, 
mak­ing a bare area in her crack so that her cun­tal pas­sage was open and in full view. Then 
she arched her back down­ward, lift­ing her ob­scenely na­ked pussy up to George, wig­gling 
the Vo­lup­tu­ous ass-cheeks at him. Wig­gling lewdly, Karen par­ted her legs wide so that 
George could see what was await­ing him.

She reached back again, when George moved into po­s­i­tion, and found his hotly 
throb­bing hard­ness, grasped it tightly, then guided it to her back­side, mov­ing the moistly 
lub­ric­ated head over each of her quiv­er­ing ass-cheeks in move­ments that caused the fires
of her pas­sion to im­me­di­ately spiral al­most to the pin­nacle of re­lease.

George was totally en­slaved by lust now, no longer able to con­trol him­self or his 
emo­tions. Karen’s fin­gers were like firebrands on his long thick, eager penis, guid­ing the 
pulsing cock­head across her quiv­er­ing panty-clad, feath­ery soft but­tocks. Her im­pa­tient 
strokes and caresses, com­bined with the in­tens­ity of the erotic sight of her garter belt and 
black nylons, made the pres­sure in George’s come-bloated balls al­most ex­cru­ci­at­ing. He 
had to have re­lease, he had to fuck Karen right now.

Karen was breath­ing so harshly now that the sound filled the room. She couldn’t con­trol 
her gasp­ing, con­sumed totally by the power­ful emo­tions seeth­ing through her vi­brant 
young flesh.

Karen couldn’t wait any longer. She guided George’s virilely heated cock, filled with the 
swirl­ing blood and hot se­men near-ready to erupt, over the quiv­er­ing nether ring of her 
anus, caus­ing her to jerk spas­mod­ic­ally. Then she brought the thick shaft head down into 
the warm wet fur­row between her wide-splayed legs. She teased the hard rub­bery tip up 
and down the moistened cleft, over her aching little clit­oris, through the fiery pink folds of 
her cun­tal lips. Fi­nally, with a low groan of in­tense hun­ger, she worked the 
blood-en­gorged knob of his wild-pulsing cock into her im­pa­tiently trem­bling pussy.

The pres­sure in George’s balls climbed and soared, and the vel­vety lewdly squirm­ing 
but­tocks of Karen spread be­fore him was an in­vit­a­tion that he was un­able to res­ist. He 
leaned for­ward, not tak­ing his eyes off her squirm­ing ass, ran his hands up and down 
Karen’s silken sides in spas­modic caresses while the full girth of his massively swollen 
cock­head slipped into the tight little cunt of the blonde daugh­ter-in-law. Her wetly clasp­ing
pas­sage around his hard­ness was soft, as soft and warm as flow­ing molasses in­und­at­ing 
his throb­bing man­hood.

George sud­denly levered for­ward, out of con­trol with de­sire, and the full length and 
girth of his heav­ing hard cock flashed through the moistly clutch­ing walls of Karen’s cunt, 
filling her, be­fore slip­ping off her cer­vix and com­ing to rest-hot and hard and pulsat­ing 
deep in her belly. Karen felt a mad­den­ing ec­stasy as she began to roll and fling her 
na­kedly roun­ded but­tocks back against his thick in­vad­ing mem­ber, think­ing 
mind­lessly. It’s never been this good, never, never!

She moaned ex­citedly as her hand­some father-in-law’s pro­fusely sweat­ing loins 
slapped against her un­du­lat­ing, up-thrust little but­tocks-and all of his great long rod lay 
bur­ied in the warmly wet sheath of her pussy, and then he was fuck­ing into her in su­perb 
strokes that caused her whole body to vi­brate with de­sire. The warmly moistened walls of 
her tight young cunt clasped his thick­ness like a soft fist, and George groaned deep in his 
throat as he with­drew un­til only the lust-swollen head of his shaft lay within the fire-hot 
wet­ness of her chan­nel. He stared down for a mo­ment at his moistly glisten­ing shaft, slick 
with her lub­ric­a­tion, be­fore re­turn­ing his pas­sion-glazed eyes to the beau­ti­ful na­ked 
back that shivered in front of him.

George’s mus­cu­lar hips drove for­ward with ever-in­creas­ing speed, his hands 
knead­ing and squeez­ing the pli­ant warmth of her but­tocks, as his long hard cock rammed 
up into her now-widened cun­tal tun­nel. The pas­sage ac­cep­ted it eagerly, and Karen rolled
and twis­ted her hips back against his buck­ing loins as de­li­cious waves of erotic pleas­ure 
surged through her trem­bling young body-a pleas­ure that was in­creas­ing by the 
mo­ment. Then George leaned for­ward, rest­ing his head on her warmly na­ked spine and 
kissed the soft plat­inum blonde strands of her hair as his hands slid un­der her twist­ing form
to cup and caress the dan­cing globes of her full breasts. Karen moaned softly, then took one 
of his hands and slid it down over her sweat-streaked stom­ach to the wet pu­bic hair at the 
base of her stom­ach. His hand eased un­der the flimsy cov­er­ing and covered the hair-lined 
pussy. Now Karen began to move his hand up and down there ex­tend­ing his middle fin­ger 
for him so that it par­ted her swollen cun­tal lips and moved back and forth over her erectly 
throb­bing clit­oris as his virile heavy cock fucked in and out of her wetly throb­bing cunt just 
be­low. It wouldn’t be long now, Karen knew. It wouldn’t be much longer at all be­fore he 
would shoot his wad, and she would cli­max, and the two would meet at the ex­act same time.
Karen’s va­gina was dilat­ing in time to the rhythmic ham­mer­ing of the long hard penis, and
the tiny con­tract­ing muscles of her pussy nibbled hun­grily, with vel­vet teeth at the 
in­flated head of his cock. The pas­sion-swollen lips between her nar­row hair-lined slit pulled 
tan­tal­iz­ingly away, slid­ing mostly, down his thickened rod for sev­eral inches, be­fore 
slowly nib­bling back up as she buf­fered her wet blonde pu­bic hair tightly against his own 
brist­ling growth ... em­bed­ding the full throb­bing length of him deep into her soft warm 
re­cesses.

Karen groaned in sexual-de­li­rium in front of his pump­ing body, and George could feel 
his wildly pulsat­ing cock sud­denly grow­ing and ex­pand­ing in­side her un­til it felt as 
though it were go­ing to burst from the vi­ol­ent mael­strom of lust churn­ing in his 
scro­tum. He had to come soon, he had to, he had to ... And he wanted her to come too, to 
come with him so that they both would feel the other’s re­lease. He began fuck­ing into her 
still harder, and she gripped him tight with her im­pris­on­ing pussy, open­ing and clos­ing it 
around him in time to his long hard thrusts. He knew that she was fast ap­proach­ing her 
or­gasm even without her moan­ing con­firm­a­tion, and it made him feel ex­ult­ant and 
mas­cu­line to know that it was he, George Lind, who was bring­ing his own daugh­ter-in-law 
to the pin­nacle!

The pres­sure was driv­ing Karen in­sane! She buf­feted madly back against George’s 
power­ful body, and her own na­ked flesh vi­brated with grow­ing, pin­wheel­ing heat as she 
sought to achieve her or­gasm from the great thick rod filling her eagerly twitch­ing cunt 
be­low and from his out­stretched middle fin­ger slid­ing so mas­ter­fully over her tingling 
little clit­oris.

Then, without warn­ing, she cli­maxed!

Great flashes of light burst in back of her eyes, and acute pleas­ure con­sumed every 
trem­bling fiber of her in­sa­ti­able, en­ti­cing be­ing. Oh­h­h­hhh, this is the best, the best 
fuck I’ve ever had her mind chanted as her vi­ol­ently rip­pling or­gasm surged through her. 
The best fuck, the best come, the best, best, best....!

Be­hind her, his eyes glazed with lust, his loins buck­ing and twist­ing against Karen’s 
wan­tonly up­turned ass-cheeks, George watched her squirm­ing cli­max­ing bot­tom wiggle 
and tremble. He drove into Karen’s con­vulsing, cli­max­ing cunt with long, loop­ing strokes 
that seemed to re­ceive power from the tips of his toes, his sperm-bloated balls slam­ming 
hard into her sweat­ing, se­cret­ing crevice be­low. Then, as Karen’s hot flow­ing juices 
con­sumed his penis or­gi­astic­ally, bathing it with fiery li­quid, George’s own balls erup­ted 
like a vol­cano.

Gut­tural sounds burst from his throat, com­ming­ling with the moans from Karen’s and 
the gasps of de­light from his own stom­ach. Great tor­rents of his whitely bub­bling seed 
spilled into the lovely blonde Karen’s tightly clasp­ing pussy. He kneaded her full, firm breasts 
con­vuls­ively with both hands now, hav­ing aban­doned her pulsat­ing little clit­oris for the 
warm sway­ing mounds, and his cock spasmed crazily in the moist soft­ness of her cunt. His 
heated white come filled her, over­flowed from her, caus­ing tears of rap­ture and de­light to 
flood from Karen’s eyes as his juices mixed with hers deep up in her quiv­er­ing young belly.

Then George’s long hard thick shaft gave one last spurt of li­quid and the erectly jerking 
cudgel gradu­ally was trans­formed into a soft ca­ri­ca­ture of its former self, pop­ping free 
from Karen’s tight young cunt.

Karen straightened up, sigh­ing, and pressed her na­kedly sweat­ing flesh to his. She 
whispered, “Oh, George honey, that was truly and really the wild­est ever! I’ve never been 
fucked so good by you. You’re the best, the very, very best!”

George merely wheeled about and sat back heav­ily on the couch, stick­ing his legs 
straight out and gasp­ing for breath. His limp cock still re­mained free of his trousers.

While George res­ted, Karen went to her room and showered. She lay the garter belt and 
the white se­men-stained panties on the bed, and look­ing at them she breathed in deeply 
and sighed. Wow! They had turned George on, maybe they’d do the same for Jerry. She 
hoped so. If she could make him into half the lover that George was, then she would be 
con­tent. She would have a good lover at night and then when Jerry left for work, she would 
have her teacher, George, to con­tinue his classroom work with her.

After she. Showered, she stretched out on the bed. The events of the day re­turned vividly 
to her mind. She dwelled for a mo­ment on the frenzy of pas­sion which had been 
gen­er­ated between her and her father-in-law, the pleas­ure they had taken and given in and
with one an­other’s bod­ies. Dear God, but he was a fine, hand­some, virile man! Karen had 
never known what love­mak­ing-real love­mak­ing-could be like, and her sex-starved body 
and mind had reveled in the de­li­ciously fevered flesh of her father-in-law. He was truly a 
mag­ni­fi­cent lover.

Did the coup­ling with George have any mean­ing in terms of a long-last­ing 
re­la­tion­ship? These ques­tions kept pop­ping up in her fren­zied mind. Did George love her
spir­itu­ally, in some way, or was he too much of a he­don­istic wid­ower to feel any­thing 
ex­cept a phys­ical, su­per­fi­cial crav­ing? How did George really feel about her? And 
con­versely, how did she really feel about him? And what if Jerry, her young and hand­some 
hus­band, should find out what his father and his wife had done be­hind his back. How would 
he feel about them join­ing in an aban­donedly in­tim­ate re­la­tion­ship?

Karen’s mind was filled with these ques­tions, and more, but there were no im­me­di­ate 
an­swers to any of them. She had found com­plete sat­is­fac­tion with him, but her 
ap­par­ent reason was so that she could help her hus­band solve his own sexual prob­lems. 
She was fuck­ing and suck­ing, and she used these lewd words in her thoughts now as if they 
were some­thing she had been fa­mil­iar with for her en­tire life, yet it was only in the past 
few days that she had been able to force her mouth to form the words and speak them aloud 
in the pres­ence of someone else.

Sigh­ing, Karen slipped out of the cool bed and pad­ded na­kedly across the bed­room. 
Her taut, firmly roun­ded but­tocks jiggled with un­af­fected sen­su­al­ity as she moved, and 
her still-firm, high breasts swayed gently. From one of her new cloth­ing boxes, she pulled out
a thin, short black slip. She pulled the black nylons back on her legs, slipped into the garter 
belt, snapped her stock­ings to the but­tons and left her panties off. She didn’t even bother 
with a bra. Slip­ping the short slip over her head, she wiggled into it then pulled an equally 
thin, black neg­li­gee over her pro­voc­at­ive near-nude­ness.

Out in the kit­chen, she made her­self and George a stiff drink and brought it to him. 
When she walked in front of him, he whistled through his teeth at her.

“Man! Karen. Here I am ex­hausted from be­ing over-fucked and here you are bright, 
chip­per, full of life, as if you’ve been sleep­ing all day. How the hell do you do it?”

“Oh, George,” she cooed, “you’re only teas­ing me. You are al­ways ready when I need you.
Here drink this and it will put your blood to cir­cu­lat­ing.”

“Just what I need.” He took the glass and sipped from it.

Karen no­ticed that his limp cock was still dangling from his open trousers.

“You’re lovely, Karen,” he said after he had taken a long sip from his glass.

Her cheeks colored with a faint tinge of pink. She was not used to com­pli­ments.

“No, no,” she said. “No, I’m not. I’m ... a wan­ton, George, and I hardly feel pretty at all.” 
His hand­some face sobered. “Are you sorry about what we’ve been do­ing. Are you sorry I 
taught you how to en­joy a good fuck?”

“I ... I don’t know.”

“It has been won­der­ful between us, Karen. You can’t deny that.”

“No,” she said, “no, I can’t deny it.”

“Are you ready to help Jerry yet?”

“I don’t think so. I need a while yet. I think I’m still up tight about it. I don’t mean about 
sex, but I can see my­self work­ing on his, get­ting, or try­ing to get him all charged up, then 
when I’m too hot not to go through with it, he’ll bomb out and I’ll be left with my fin­ger.”

“You can al­ways slip out and sneak into my bed­room.” She didn’t know whether George 
was teas­ing her or not. “Yes, but that’s not solv­ing my big prob­lem. I’ve got to learn to have
pa­tience now.”

“Yeah,” George agreed, nod­ding. “A lot of it if you want to hang onto Jerry and help him.”

“I do, George, but I’ve got an­other prob­lem, too. I think I might be in love with you.” 
George took in an ab­rupt deep breath. “Well, uh ... hey, that’s very flat­ter­ing and all ... but, 
well shit, Karen, I think it’s be­cause I’m the only man who’s ever fucked you or given you 
good re­lease from your sexual hang-ups.” He paused, took an­other sip of his drink then 
said, his eyes look­ing thought­ful, “What you need is to make it with an­other man. Yeah! 
That’s it, then you can real­ize that it’s not just me, that any man can turn you on and make 
you go wild with pas­sion.”

“But....”

“And I know just how to do this.”

He got to his feet, and for the first time, he no­ticed that his limp cock was still hanging 
freely. “Bet­ter put this little bas­tard back in his cage be­fore he con­fuses the is­sue again.” 
He zipped his pants, while Karen giggled.

At the tele­phone, George dialed a num­ber. When the party answered, George said into 
the phone, “Maude this is George Lind.”

Pause.

“How’s it go­ing, still get­ting a lot on the side?” Karen giggled again.

“Listen, Maude, do me a fa­vor, will you. I want you to line up a couple of young studs, the
kinds who don’t talk about it, and then I want you to take Karen un­der your wing and show 
her that sex is great when only the phys­ical pleas­ure is ex­per­i­enced. Fol­low me?” Pause.

“Yeah, that’s right. She’s get­ting a hang-up about me, and we need to solve this so she 
can start to work on her hus­band.”

Pause.

“Great, Maude. I know you can do it ... yes, yeah ... okay, she’ll be there.” He re­placed the 
re­ceiver and took Karen into his arms when he walked back to where she was stand­ing. He 
kissed her deeply and pas­sion­ately, and Karen re­turned his kiss, cling­ing to him, find­ing 
com­fort in his strong mas­cu­line body. Then he stepped back, hold­ing her at arm’s length, 
while he searched her eyes with his own shin­ing gaze.

“You’re beau­ti­ful, Karen. Really beau­ti­ful. Now,” he paused, still search­ing her eyes, 
“now, you’re go­ing to get an­other les­son in sex. You and Maude Springer are go­ing to 
spend an even­ing at her place. Now, I’ve fucked Maude many times and she never talks 
about it. Ever since my wife dies, Maude and I have been get­ting to­gether every so of­ten 
for a little sex. Now she’d never ad­mit it to you, though. Any­way, Maude is hav­ing a couple 
of young kids over and she wants you to join her. A few hijinks or some­thing. Maude will lead
the way and you just fol­low her ad­vice.”

“I ... I,” Karen couldn’t pull her eyes away from George’s in­tense stare. “I don’t know 
whether or not I could....”

“Cer­tainly, you can and you will. Hell, it’ll make the world seem all rosy again and without 
prob­lems. We can’t have you fall­ing in love with a man just be­cause you’ve fucked him. 
Now can we?”

“No....” she said, “you mean you want me to go over there now. Jerry’s al­most due home.”

“You go to your room, fix your­self up in one of those neat short dresses we got, flimsy 
panties and what­not ... brush your beau­ti­ful hair back ... and let nature take its course.”

“What about Jerry?”

“Let me handle him. Hell, I need to have an­other father-to-son talk with the boy any­way, 
so we’ll need to be alone. Now get along.”

Karen turned and George play­fully slapped her bouncy rear and she walked to­ward her 
room ... and an­other les­son in sex.

CHAPTER SEVEN

When Karen ar­rived at Maude’s, she found that both were dressed al­most alike. Maude’s
short miniskirt with front-but­ton blouse to make her tits read­ily avail­able was like Karen’s 
own out­fit. They both wore long, sheer self-sup­port­ing stock­ings, the tops of which 
ex­ten­ded to their crotches, over which Karen wore very brief panties, and she ima­gined 
Maude was wear­ing the same. We both think alike, Karen thought, elated.

“The boys will be here in a while,” Maude said. “For the time be­ing, let’s re­move our 
panties and drape them over the head­rest of the couch. Men al­ways get ex­cited over the 
sight of panties that have been worn.” She laughed. “I had a guy once who offered to buy me 
a dozen new pair of panties if I’d give him one of mine that I’d been wear­ing.”

“What happened?” Karen asked.

“I modeled all twelve pairs for him. The last pair I squashed up against my wet hot cunt. I 
tossed them to him and said, ‘These are for you.’ He grabbed them and bur­ied his face in 
them. He told me af­ter­ward that he car­ried them with him wherever he went. When he felt 
him­self get­ting horny, he’d take them out and in­hale their cunt fra­grance.”

Karen looked at her stunned. Some­times she didn’t know whether to be­lieve every word 
Maude told her or not. The wo­man talked con­stantly, about sex, but it didn’t really bother 
Karen. She was glad that someone else thought as much about it as she did, but she wasn’t 
the one to talk about it and Maude was. Karen de­cided she really did like Maude. She liked 
her as much as she liked George.

At ex­actly eight there was a knock at the door. “Stay here,” Maude said, get­ting up. 
“Cross your legs, but show plenty of thigh.”

Maude crossed to the door and opened it. The two young men stood out­side, try­ing to 
con­trol their eager ex­pres­sions.

“Come in, boys,” Maude said mat­ter-of-factly. They entered si­lently. She led them around
in front of the couch and in­tro­duced Karen. They both mumbled some­thing and stared 
avidly at her beau­ti­ful legs. Maude sat be­side Karen, al­low­ing her skirt to ride up. The 
young men caught sight of the two pairs of panties spread out on the back of the couch, and 
goggled.

“Very well, boys, we all know why we’re here. We plan to do some fuck­ing, I mean 
fuck­ing,” Maude said in her au­thor­it­at­ive voice. “Bill, you come over here and stand in 
front of me. Dave, you stand in front of Karen.” They quickly obeyed. “Now I want both of you 
to strip for in­spec­tion. Quickly now.”

In a mat­ter of minutes the two stood in front of the girls. They were both na­ked, their 
iron-hard erec­tions stand­ing straight up and out. They waited eagerly for the next 
com­mand.

Maude turned to Karen, “Well, what do you think? Are they men enough? Karen stud­ied 
the two men si­lently for a mo­ment. She was wildly ex­cited, wanted to be fucked right away, 
but Maude had warned her to re­main calm. She tried to keep her emo­tions in check, let­ting
noth­ing show in her ex­pres­sion. She nod­ded to Dave. “Come closer.” Her heart felt as if it 
had skipped a beat, and it took all her cour­age to act so brazenly in front of them. When the 
men stepped for­ward she reached up and took hold of Dave’s cock, slowly pulling-the 
fore­skin back and forth. She shivered lightly, be­cause the feel of the young cock in her hand 
sent waves of lust­ful ec­stasy cours­ing through her body. It was big­ger than George’s cock, 
she thought. She wanted to com­pare it to Jerry’s but since she still had never caught a 
glimpse of her hus­band’s cock she couldn’t. Now she looked up at the young man, pulling 
her eyes away from his cock, “Do you like this, Dave?” she asked.

“Uh, yesssss,” he hissed through his teeth, as if he were in a state of lust­ful bliss.

“Do you think I have nice legs?” she teased.

“They’re beau­ti­ful!” he blur­ted out.

“Do you think my tits are sexy?”

He gulped and nod­ded dumbly.

Karen gave his prick a little jerk. “Say it. Put it in words for me.”

“I think your tits are the sex­i­est I’ve ever seen in my whole life.”

“Would you like to have me show you my cunt too?” She held her breath, watch­ing his 
re­ac­tion. Know­ing that she would never see the two again, it helped her do the things she 
knew Maude had meant for her to do.

The poor young man was al­most be­side him­self, now his face wore an ag­on­ized look, 
but his cock was throb­bing in Karen’s hand. He tried to speak twice be­fore he got the words 
out.

“Yes. Y-yes. I’d love to have you show me your cunt. Yes. Oh yes, I would love it.” His words
were al­most mech­an­ical.

Karen gave his prick a little squeeze and let go of it. “Very well. You can re­turn to your 
po­s­i­tion.”

Dave stepped back. He was breath­ing like a run­ning horse. His face was covered with 
per­spir­a­tion.

Maude, who had been watch­ing the by­play in great ex­cite­ment, asked, “Man! Karen, 
tell me, did Dave pass his in­spec­tion?”

Karen nod­ded. “I think Dave will do very well.”

“Fine,” Maude said. “Now I want to ex­plain that both these boys are cunt-crazy.” She 
seemed to get a pre­verse pleas­ure in teas­ing the boys. She looked at Bill. “Tell me, Bill. 
Aren’t you cunt-crazy?” Her voice was tor­ment­ing.

Dave’s eyes were glued to Karen’s crotch. “I’m crazy about your cunt,” he said.

“Not you, Dave ... you ... Bill!” She fo­cused her gaze on the blush­ing boy.

“Me, too, I’m crazy about your cunt.”

“Mine or Karen’s?” Maude asked.

“Both, uh . . yours,” the ex­cited boy answered, con­fused.

Dave spoke up, “Karen you’re driv­ing me nuts. Show me your cunt. You said you would.” 
He stead­ied his gaze and ad­ded in a higher pitch, “Re­mem­ber?”

“Yes, I did prom­ise you, but only if you do as Maude tells you,” she re­minded him. 
Maude turned to Karen now and said, “Well, since both boys seem to be crazy about our 
cunts, I think it’s only fair that we let them suck us off, don’t you?”

Karen nod­ded sol­emnly, even though her pussy was on fire, “That seems fair to me.” 
Karen felt waves of pleas­ure seep up her stom­ach. This wo­man Maude really knew how to 
build a per­son up to an erotic peak.

Now Maude was smil­ing, but there seemed to Karen that there was a cold­ness in her 
smile. She said, “Bill, come over here and kneel between my legs. Dave, you kneel between 
Karen’s.”

Both boys leaped for­ward and as­sumed po­s­i­tions. Maude asked, “How about you, 
Karen? “Are you ready?”

“I’m ready.” And she was. Karen had never felt so ready in all her life. There was 
some­thing ob­scene about this ritual that Maude was put­ting every­one through that 
aroused her so much. Karen had never fucked this way. When she had dur­ing the past week 
or so, she had al­ways felt shy about it, but this way ... she hoped the boys wouldn’t think too 
badly of her for the de­base­ment she was put­ting her­self through. This was some­thing 
en­tirely new for her now, here with Maude and these two young men.

Now Karen was mov­ing, put­ting her ass on the edge of the couch, spread­ing her legs 
wide and pulling her short skirt far up her thighs. Her cunt was beau­ti­fully re­vealed, 
gleam­ing like a golden nug­get, wait­ing for someone to claim it.

Maude was mov­ing into a sim­ilar po­s­i­tion so her own cunt would be made avail­able 
for what was to come.

“All right, boys,” Maude ordered, “start suck­ing!” Her voice soun­ded like a Mar­ine drill 
in­structor, Karen thought.

And in­stantly Bill dove into Maude’s dark bush, lap­ping her cunt, and suck­ing with great
gusto!

Dave stared at Karen’s cunt in wide-eyed ap­pre­ci­ation for a mo­ment, then tucked his 
head between her spread legs and went to work with his long tongue.

Karen moaned with pleas­ure as Dave’s hot hard tongue found her pussy-hole and 
worked its way in­side. She put both her hands on his head and pulled his face up against the 
moist sur­face of her hungry cunt.

“Suck it, Dave! Suck my cunt for all you’re worth. Drive your tongue in deep!” Dave, 
mak­ing lovely groan­ing and moan­ing sounds, en­circled her ass with his arms, and pulled 
her hot twat even closer. Karen cried out with de­light as his tongue found her clit and flicked 
at it.

“That’s won­der­ful, Dave! Won­der­ful! Suck it, suck as hard as you can!” Karen heard 
beau­ti­ful moan­ing sounds be­side her and, glan­cing in that dir­ec­tion, saw that Maude 
had both hands on Bill’s head, and she was shov­ing his tongue as far up her cunt as she 
could get it.

Her shapely legs were wav­ing in the air. Maude was prac­tic­ally scream­ing out with 
in­tense pleas­ure.

Dave now took his hands from around Karen’s ass and hooked them un­der her thighs. 
Half kneel­ing, half stand­ing, bra­cing his feet against the rug, he put her flat on her back on 
the couch and thrust fiercely at her cunt. Her legs were now al­most straight up in the air.

“Suck it!” she screamed. “Suck my cunt, Dave! Eat it! Eat all of it!” Dave at­tacked her twat 
with sav­age growls. He par­ted her lips with his mouth and was able to get his tongue a 
frac­tion of an inch farther into the hole. This brought a wave of weak­ness over Karen’s body.

Maude sud­denly let out a howl of pleas­ure. “I’m com­ing!” she screamed. “I’m com­ing! 
Work your tongue, Bill! Wow! Man, oh man, do it!”

Bill twis­ted his head er­rat­ic­ally, prob­ing, suck­ing, and chew­ing.

Karen felt her own or­gasm well up. When it flooded over she gasped with de­light. For 
the mo­ment, her whole world was at the mercy of this boy’s tongue. She raged at him to 
suck her cunt harder. She beat at his head. She threw her arms into the air and shoved her ass 
at David’s face. His tongue was deep in­side her now, prob­ing, feel­ing like a sword of 
pleas­ur­able flame. She was soar­ing, then she hit the peak she was search­ing for, and her 
out­cries be­came moans, then deep sighs of con­tent­ment. And her body went limp with 
ex­haus­tion, even though it wasn’t she who had done all the work.

Be­side her on the couch, Maude sighed deeply. She had her ful­fill­ment. She slumped on
the couch, a con­ten­ted smile on her full lips. Both boys sat back, leer­ing at the cunts they 
had just so suc­cess­fully sucked. The mois­ture from the cunts ran down the chins of the two 
and dribbled off into the soft car­pet­ing of the floor.

After a little while, Maude sighed deeply, sat up and al­lowed her skirt to cover her thick 
bush of pu­bic hair. Karen did-like­wise. Maude stood up and looked at the de­sire on the 
faces of the boys. She smiled, and there was some sad­ism in the look on her face. “All right, 
boys,” she said, “I want you both to go into the bath­room, wash your faces and rinse out your
mouths. Then re­turn to the bed­room and each of you lie down, flat on your backs so that 
your cocks are poin­ted straight up in the air. One boy on each of the two beds.”

The boys re­luct­antly left, their cocks still hard.

Karen raised up and said, . “They seem in a bad way. We bet­ter do some­thing about it.” 
She could feel the lust build­ing up in her body again.

“We can’t let them fuck us yet,” Maude poin­ted out. “They’d come after about two 
strokes.” She picked up her panties, turned to Karen and said, “Let’s put them back on. I have 
an idea.”

Karen began step­ping back into her panties. “What’s next? What do you have in mind? 
I’m still horny as hell, al­though I must give David credit for do­ing a won­der­ful head job on 
me.”

“We’ll do just as we planned,” Maude said. “We’ll tease them by let­ting them watch us 
un­dress each other. Then we’ll jack and suck them off. After that we’ll rest a while and then 
be­gin fuck­ing. Maybe we’ll even have a daisy chain.”

Karen’s eyes were bright with an­ti­cip­a­tion even though she didn’t know what a daisy 
chain was. She nod­ded her head in agree­ment. Any­thing that was dif­fer­ent had to be 
ex­cit­ing, she just knew it.

When the girls entered the bed­room, the boys had as­sumed the po­s­i­tions that Maude
had ordered. Each was on a bed on his back with his prick poin­ted to­ward the ceil­ing. The 
girls walked to a po­s­i­tion in front of the dress­ing table.

“Now, boys,” Maude began, as if she were lec­tur­ing to a pla­toon of re­cruits, “would 
you like to watch us un­dress each other? Would you?”

Both boys nod­ded. Bill said, “Maude, I’m so hot now that if you don’t do some­thing 
about it, I’ll come just by watch­ing you.” There was a plead­ing note in his voice. Karen felt 
em­pathy for him.

“You’ll do no such thing,” Maude, I’m so hot “You just con­trol your­self un­til Karen and I 
get ready to take care of you.”

“But, I want to fuck you,” Bill said boldly.

Maude looked at him sternly. “Bill, un­less you stop talk­ing and obey or­ders, you’ll get 
no fuck­ing to­night. Now, which will it be?”

“I’m sorry, Maude, but this is tor­ture. We’re so damned hot we’re about to ex­plode. I 
don’t know whether we can hold it or not.”

“Tor­ture?” Maude ques­tioned, then said, “That’s what it’s sup­posed to be. You have to 
hold it. Now be quiet and lie back.”

Bill, who had sat up in his eager­ness, lay back but kept him­self propped up on an el­bow.
The two wo­men sat down, kicked off their shoes and began re­mov­ing their stock­ings. Both
made sure that their panties were fre­quently re­vealed.

After the shoes and stock­ings were kicked aside, both girls stood up. Maude moved in 
be­hind Karen, put her arms around her and fondled her tits for a mo­ment. Then her hands 
moved down over Karen’s body. One hand went up un­der her miniskirt, and the boys 
watched its pro­gress as it felt the full thighs, probed into her crotch and stayed there a 
mo­ment, gently ex­ert­ing pres­sure on Karen’s warm cunt.

Maude then brought both hands into view and began un­but­ton­ing Karen’s dress, one 
but­ton at a time. As each but­ton was un­done, more and more of Karen’s vo­lup­tu­ous tits 
were re­vealed. Maude would reach in­side, fondle one, then un­fasten an­other but­ton, 
teas­ing the two boys.

All four of the par­ti­cipants in this sexual drama were now breath­ing hard, thor­oughly 
aroused.

“For Heaven’s sake, Maude, hurry up!” Karen whispered. “I’m hav­ing a hard time hold­ing 
it back my­self.”

But Maude only smiled and con­tin­ued un­dress­ing Karen. Presently the last but­ton was
un­fastened. Maude let the dress drop to the floor. Now Karen stood na­ked, ex­cept for her 
panties. Her gor­geous tits jut­ting straight out, she af­fected a pose, smil­ing at the two boys 
sen­su­ously.

Karen could tell by Maude’s breath­ing that the other wo­man couldn’t hold out much 
longer either. Swiftly, Maude stripped off Karen’s panties and ex­posed her cunt for 
in­spec­tion. Karen ex­ecuted a slow lewd grind and then did two bumps. The boys both 
groaned in uni­son, a sound of pure agony in their hoarse voices.

It was now Karen’s turn to un­dress Maude, and she did it much faster. “Maude,” she 
whispered in the other wo­man’s ear, “they’ll rape us if we don’t get on with this.”

Maude nod­ded and smiled and helped Karen pull the net panties down. Now the two 
stark na­ked wo­men walked to­ward the beds. Karen sat next to David and held his 
throb­bing cock.

“Did you like watch­ing us un­dress each other, David?” He gulped and nod­ded.

“Did you also en­joy suck­ing my cunt?”

Again a gulp and a wide-eyed nod.

“Do you like hav­ing me play with your big cock? Do you like the feel of my hands around 
it?”

He groaned in agony.

“Would you like hav­ing me suck and jack you off?”

“Don’t tor­ture me any­more, Karen. Please!” Karen felt a wave of shame creep through 
her as she in­ten­tion­ally teased the boy. She leaned over now and sus­pen­ded one of her 
tits over his mouth. “Suck my tit, David. Get as much as you can in your mouth and use your 
tongue.” David lunged at her tit and gobbled it. While he was suck­ing, Karen glanced across 
at the other bed. Maude had ahold of Bill’s cock and had be­gun a slow rhythmic pulling back
and forth of the skin, watch­ing his face in­tently. He was groan­ing and moan­ing, turn­ing 
his head from right to left on the pil­low. As Karen watched, the boy reached up and began to
fondle one of Maude’s tits.

Karen took her own tit from David’s mouth. She sat up. “Now I’m go­ing to make you 
come, David. We’ve both been cruel long enough. I’m go­ing to suck your cock un­til you 
make it. Would you like that?”

“Oh man, yes,” he moaned. “Yes, yes, yes! Suck it. Suck my cock. Hurry!” Karen bent over, 
pulled the skin on his prick far down, then began to lick the knob. He cried out in de­light and
thrust up his ass. She put the head of his cock in her mouth, reached un­der the thigh of his 
near leg, found his balls and caressed them ten­derly. She began a slow suck, tak­ing more 
and more of his prick into her mouth with each down­ward move­ment.

David was also moan­ing wildly now, cry­ing out now and then in de­light. Karen her­self 
was aroused to a high peak just listen­ing to his love sounds. She con­sidered hav­ing David 
thrust his fin­ger up her cunt, but changed her mind. She and Maude had agreed that the 
boys would get a hard-on al­most im­me­di­ately after their first or­gasm.

“They won’t be able to come as quickly the second time,” Maude had poin­ted out. “They’ll
be able to fuck us longer.”

On the other bed, Maude had stopped jack­ing Bill’s cock and was suck­ing him. Bill was 
prac­tic­ally out of his mind with the joy of it.

Karen felt David’s cock be­gin to swell. She pulled her mouth away, let­ting her hot lips 
trail over the head, and grasped his now jump­ing cock and began to stroke it firmly.

“Hang on!” Karen urged. “I’ll have you shoot­ing off any minute now. Tell me when.”

“Now!” David shrieked. “I’m com­ing now!” Karen jerked his cock faster. A mo­ment later 
she watched in awe as the first spurt of sperm shot up­ward. She fol­lowed its flight as it 
jet­ted about three feet in the air, be­fore plum­met­ing back down and splat­ter­ing all over 
her face and breasts.

Still hold­ing his cock, Karen smiled down at David, who was look­ing grate­fully up at her.
“My,” she com­men­ted, “you were cer­tainly loaded. Did you like it? Did I do all right by you, 
David?”

“It was great,” he smiled. “Thank you. But I’d like to fuck you too.” She leaned over and 
kissed him, thrust­ing her tongue deep into his mouth. A loud moan startled her and she 
looked to­ward the other bed just as Bill emp­tied his load deep into Maude’s throat. The 
wo­man was gob­bling greed­ily, swal­low­ing the come as fast as it spur­ted into her throat.

Karen still had hold of David’s cock. She squeezed it, fondled it, stroked it. Now it was 
al­most as hard as it had been be­fore he had come. She bent over and kissed the head, then 
turned back and leaned over David’s face. “Would you really fuck me now, David?”

He nod­ded.

“Do you think you can come again so soon?”

“I know I can,” he said, his voice firm.

She smiled and kissed him, dart­ing her tongue in and out of his mouth. She was 
trem­bling with de­sire, but con­tained her­self, re­mem­ber­ing how much more she had 
en­joyed George’s hard cock when he had spent a lot of time arous­ing her. She squeezed 
David’s cock again. He was al­most ready. “Tell me you want to fuck me, David. Let me hear 
you say it.”

“I do want to fuck you, Karen. I want to fuck you un­til you can’t fuck any­more.” She 
smiled. “I like that. Now de­scribe just how you’re go­ing to fuck me.”

“I’m go­ing to put you on your back and get on my knees between your legs and stick my 
cock up your cunt as far as it’ll go.”

“Hmmmm,” she sighed and squeezed his cock. It was hard now, as hard as a rock. “I think 
you might do just that, and I think we’re both ready now. Get up on your knees, Dave. I’ll lie 
on my back and you give the best fuck­ing you can. Really drive it into me. Oh I’m so ready.” 
David scrambled to his knees and Karen spread-eagled her­self on the bed.

In the next bed, Bill was already on top of Maude, ram­ming his prick up into her hot cunt.
She was moan­ing in pure sexual de­light.

Karen was glad Maude had in­sisted they make the boys have or­gasms be­fore they 
al­lowed them­selves to be fucked. The ever-in­creas­ing way David was fuck­ing her cunt, he 
would have come after three or four strokes if he hadn’t blown his nuts a minute or two 
pre­vi­ously.

She smiled up at him, smooth­ing back his short hair, lik­ing the feel of him on her. “Take it
easy, dear. You’re go­ing too fast. Slow down. We have a long ways to go.”

He slowed down. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I want to get it all right now, I guess. Just tell me 
how you like it. I want to please you.”

“That’s a good boy. It’s nice hav­ing you fuck me. This is a two-way game, you know. I’m 
en­joy­ing it too. I want to en­joy it and I want you to en­joy it.” She felt like she was a 
vet­eran at love­mak­ing. Karen wondered what would hap­pen if she told David she had 
fucked only one other man, and that her ex­per­i­ences in sexual activ­ity ex­ten­ded back 
about a week.

“Tell me what to do.” Dave in­ter­rup­ted her thoughts. “Just tell me what to do.”

“That’s bet­ter.” She kissed him. “Now draw your cock out to the very en­trance to my 
cunt, then plunge it in. Do this with every stroke, mak­ing each stroke faster and shorter. Now,
try it once.” Groan­ing, David obeyed. He was trem­bling. She could feel the tremors as they 
raced up and down his bare back.

“Very good. Now hold it in, far in­side me for a mo­ment or so, while I give you some 
more in­struc­tions,” she sighed softly. “While you’re screw­ing me I want you to play with my 
breasts, and I want you to stick your tongue in my mouth and suck my tongue. When you’re 
do­ing either of these things, I want you to talk to me. I want you to tell me how much you 
en­joy fuck­ing me, and what a nice cunt you think I have, and what nice breasts. I like to hear 
your voice telling me these things. And when we both get ready to come, I want you to really 
pound your cock up into me. Oh, David. Oh, oh­hhh, David. You’re really turn­ing me on,” she 
said and sighed again. “Can you re­mem­ber all these things?”

“Yes, yes,” he moaned. “I can. I know I can, just watch my ac­tion.”

“Good,” she mur­mured.

He des­per­ately tried to fol­low Karen’s in­struc­tion to the let­ter. He pulled his prick to 
the very mouth of her pussy, and then plunged it in. He fondled her tits and sucked her 
tongue vig­or­ously. Now he took his mouth away and said, “Oh, Karen. I love fuck­ing you so
much. It’s the most won­der­ful thing that’s ever happened to me. Your cunt is so warm and 
so beau­ti­ful and your tits are outta sight. They’re so firm and yet so soft and beau­ti­ful.”

Karen was feel­ing the ef­fects of what he was do­ing and say­ing to her. His fuck­ing was 
driv­ing her to a plat­eau she hadn’t reached be­fore dur­ing this en­counter, and Karen 
wanted to stay there.

She arched up her cunt and gripped his shoulders, lik­ing the feel of his muscles un­der 
her hands. “A bit faster now, David. Fuck me a little faster.”

His tongue went into her mouth again as he shortened his strokes and picked up the pace.

She wrenched her mouth away. “You’re do­ing it just right. Fuck me harder now. Drive it in 
there. Oh, wow!” She had the won­der­ful feel­ing along her loins and knew that she was only 
mo­ments away from her or­gasm. “You can start to come any­time, Dave. Don’t stop now!” 
Her voice rose. “Screw me! Fuck me! Give it to me!” She clutched him about the shoulders, 
then about the taut ass, pulling him into her cunt, try­ing to bury him in her. “I’m com­ing, 
David! I’m com­ing! Fuck me!” Now she was scream­ing at the plunging boy on top of her lust
crazed body.

At last she let him go. He looked down at her anxiously. “Did I do it right, Karen? Did I?”

“You were fine, David. Simply splen­did.”

“Was my cock big enough for you?”

“Your cock is just the right size, dear. It isn’t the size of a man’s cock that counts with a girl.
It’s how he uses it and what he says when he uses it. Now get off me and let’s rest for a while.”
She pat­ted him on the head and ad­ded, “You’re very nice and very good in bed.” David 
scrambled off and lay close to her. He put his hands between her legs and toyed with the lips 
of her cunt.

Karen glanced over at the other bed. Maude and Bill were just reach­ing their cli­maxes. 
Maude was prac­tic­ally on the back of her neck. Both of her legs were over Bill’s shoulders. 
Bill was on his knees, driv­ing his cock down into her cunt. Karen could see part of his stiff 
pole when he pulled back only to drive it in with more force.

“Give it to me, darling. Grind it! I’m com­ing! Wow! Oh yesssssss!” Maude was bab­bling.

Bill only grunted a re­sponse, but his move­ment be­came er­ratic as he showed signs of 
his own or­gasm.

Both Karen and David watched, their eyes bright with lust, as Bill shot his se­men up into 
Maude’s hungry cunt, mix­ing it with the juices of her twat. Both of them were moan­ing and 
groan­ing loudly. But gradu­ally the sounds and their bod­ies re­laxed, ex­hausted from their 
fuck­ing match.

All four res­ted for a while. The aroma of their fuck­ing per­meated the air in the room. 
Karen felt the aroma arous­ing her again. She stretched and said, “Good, wasn’t it?”

They all agreed that it was.

Presently Maude said, “Karen?”

“Yes?”

“Would you like to change part­ners.”

“Fine with me.”

The boys changed beds and Karen turned to Bill, who was await­ing her eagerly. She was a
little sur­prised at his ar­dor when his hands began warm­ing over her body. He kissed her 
fiercely, thrust­ing his tongue far into her mouth, fond­ling her tits, reach­ing down and 
play­ing with her heated twat.

“Oh, Karen, Karen! I want to fuck you so badly. I’ve wanted you from the first mo­ment I 
saw you. Your body is really some­thing and you’re driv­ing me out of my gourd.”

Karen laughed lightly. “Well, my little hot cock, you’re cer­tainly in a good po­s­i­tion to 
ful­fill that de­sire. You really want to fuck me, huh?”

“Oh yeah, I sure do.”

“Go right ahead. Don’t let me stop you,” Karen teased.

Bill kissed her, then bent down to stare at her cunt. She spread her legs to give him a 
bet­ter view. She already had his cock in her hands and was strok­ing it gently. Karen loved 
the feel of the throb­bing fuck-in­stru­ment and this was the sort of fore­play and dia­logue 
that really turned her on. She liked to hear his voice as he fondled her body and looked at her 
wide-open pussy.

Bill looked up at her face, “Karen you have the most beau­ti­ful cunt in the world.”

“Don’t all cunts look alike?”

“Oh no,” he said, his face ser­i­ous. “Your hair has a red­dish tinge to the blondish hair, 
and there’s a lot more of it com­pared to some I’ve seen. I like the way your lips gape open as 
if they’re beg­ging to be kissed and fondled.”

He stuck his fin­ger up her twat and bur­ied his face in the pu­bic hair. After a mo­ment, 
he began kiss­ing her smooth belly, mov­ing up to her tits, then to her mouth. They sucked 
tongues for a mo­ment and then Bill pulled his mouth away from her hungry one.

“Karen, I want to suck that beau­ti­ful cunt of yours. I want to gobble it all up. I want to 
drive you wild.”

Maude spoke up from on the other bed, “You’ll get your chance later on when we have 
our daisy chain.”

“Daisy chain?”

“The four of us will lie down on the floor in a circle. You can eat Karen’s pussy while I suck 
David’s prick. David will be, well ... never mind. It will work out. Each of us will have some­thing
to gobble on.”

Karen laughed at Maude’s ap­par­ent con­fu­sion. Re­gard­less, Karen knew that what was
in store would be well worth the ef­fort.

Bill didn’t laugh. His face was ser­i­ous and plead­ing when he said to Karen, “When I’m 
eat­ing your pussy, I don’t want any­one suck­ing on my cock but you.”

Karen stud­ied his face for a long mo­ment. The boy was wildly ex­cited now, sex-crazy, 
and he was deadly ser­i­ous. She her­self was more ex­cited than she had ex­pec­ted to be so 
soon after re­ceiv­ing him into her bed. He might just be a bo­nus, one that she hadn’t really 
ex­pec­ted. She squeezed his rock-hard cock. It was so thick, al­most as thick as George’s, and
it was ready! Ready and cer­tainly avail­able to serve her. She shivered with sexual de­light. It 
would be a bo­nus, she knew.

“Do you mean,” she asked, “that you’d rather suck my cunt now than fuck me?”

“Yes,” he nod­ded vig­or­ously, “I would.”

Karen felt he was sin­cere. She nod­ded. “How would you like it? A sixty-nine, or would 
you rather I straddled your head and put my cunt down on your face?”

“Can you suck my cock that way?”

“I bet I could.”

“Then that’s the way I want it.”

Karen felt a surge of lust slice through her lithe body as she thought of it.

Bill’s eyes were wild with de­sire. He lay flat on his back. Karen straddled his head and 
eased her beau­ti­ful moist cunt down so that he could be­gin lap­ping it, which he did with 
great gusto. She leaned for­ward, took his hard prick in her hand and began to lick the 
blu­ish-tinged head. She reached around and fondled his balls gently. He groaned from the 
sheer de­light he was ex­per­i­en­cing. Now he began prob­ing with his long tongue for the 
hole in her hot pussy.

Karen lowered her cunt a little farther and moaned when his tongue found the tun­nel and
drove into it. She began to suck his cock meth­od­ic­ally, lov­ing it. After a few short strokes 
on the head, she drove it far down into her throat. She wished she could talk. She wanted to 
tell him what a won­der­ful job he was do­ing on her cunt and how much she was lov­ing it, 
how she en­joyed suck­ing his huge cock, but with a mouth­ful of the heavy meat in her 
mouth, it was im­possible for her to make any sounds other than a deep gurg­ling sound.

Bill had his hands around her thighs now, pulling her wide open cunt down so that it 
covered his en­tire face. He twis­ted and turned, growl­ing like an an­imal, striv­ing to get his 
tongue even farther into this glor­i­ous twat. He arched his ass, and Karen began suck­ing his 
cock furi­ously. She real­ized he was at the pin­nacle of an or­gasm already, and she wanted 
to come with him, while she tasted his hot sperm in her throat.

She jammed her cunt down on his face now, mov­ing it back and forth so that he could 
barely breathe. She felt a tight­en­ing in her crotch and knew that her own or­gasm was 
start­ing. She brought Bill’s prick out to the lips of her mouth and worked over the head with 
her tongue. She played with his balls fondly. She had to get him star­ted-to pump his tingling,
throb­bing cock to a full erup­tion.

He groaned loudly, and im­me­di­ately she swal­lowed the length of his pulsat­ing cock, 
feel­ing the first spurt of se­men against the back of her throat. She began to breathe through
her nose, greed­ily drink­ing every drop of the pre­cious milky li­quid, she had come to love 
so much.

At the same time she lif­ted her ass, giv­ing Bill a mo­ment to gasp in a breath of air, then 
plunged her cunt back into his face again, grind­ing it in. Her or­gasm had reached its peak 
and she was sa­vor­ing every mo­ment of this. Both of them were moan­ing in sheer ec­stasy 
at the in­tens­ity of their joint ef­forts.

Karen swal­lowed the last drop of Bill’s spurt­ing se­men and slowly pulled her mouth up 
the length of his shaft, held the head in her mouth for a mo­ment, then licked and kissed it in 
a de­part­ing ges­ture. She swished the length of her cunt along Bill’s face once more, then 
rolled off. Bill looked at her ad­or­ingly.

“Come here,” she said. “I want to kiss you while you still have my cunt juice all over your 
face, and I have cock smell on my lips. Use your tongue.”

She forced him back, ly­ing on top of him and work­ing over his mouth and tongue with 
hers. She liked do­ing this. It gave her an ad­ded thrill, and

Karen liked to have all the thrills she could get. It seemed, she de­cided, that George’s 
work with her had cer­tainly opened her up sexu­ally. She pulled her mouth away from Bill, 
but didn’t get off his body. She began sway­ing her tits over his mouth, barely brush­ing his 
lips with them.

“Do you like my breasts, Bill? Tell me.”

“I love your big tits, Karen. They’re per­fect.” He reached up, try­ing to suck one, but she 
pulled back. She was proud of her tits, loved hav­ing them ad­mired, fondled and sucked. It 
gave her lewd shivers just to visu­al­ize it.

“In a minute,” she cau­tioned Bill. “In a minute I’ll let you suck them.” She con­tin­ued 
swinging them, drag­ging the nipples across his trem­bling mouth. “I want to tease awhile. 
Did you en­joy suck­ing my cunt?” She de­cided to pull more ob­scene words out of his 
mouth be­fore he filled it with her tits.

“Oh, Karen, it was won­der­ful! Just hav­ing your whole cunt spread over my face was an 
ex­per­i­ence I’ll never for­get. Wow! I had my face full of it, and I loved it.”

“I en­joyed it too, dear, and I en­joyed suck­ing your cock. Did you like me do­ing that?”

“I loved it! Boy, did I love the feel­ing of my cock in your hot mouth.”

“Would you like to fuck my mouth again soon?”

“Would I? Wow. Karen will you let me?” She smiled. “We’ll see. Now open your mouth 
wide.” He obeyed, and she lowered one of her tits into it. “Suck it, Bill. Use your tongue. Get it 
all shiny wet. Suck out the nipple.” He went at his chore greed­ily, mak­ing sat­is­fact­ory 
noises. Already he had half a hard-on. When Karen fi­nally re­moved her tit and gave him the 
other for a sim­ilar treat­ment, the nipple of the first stood out like a small hard prick. Half of 
the tit it­self glistened with Bill’s saliva.

“So fuck­ing good,” she mur­mured as his mouth closed around the other tit.

Bill worked over the second tit equally well, un­til Karen was trem­bling with sexual lust. 
After a mo­ment she had to with­draw it for fear she would have an­other or­gasm. “Now play
with them both,” she said, “while they’re all wet and slip­pery.”

Bill nod­ded and, reach­ing up with both hands, he rubbed her full tits, smil­ing hap­pily 
all the while as if he found the task most en­joy­able.

Karen smiled lewdly. “I like this. Would you like to fuck them?” An idea was form­ing in her
mind. He could run his big prick between them while she held them tightly to­gether, then he 
could shoot his load and cover her mouth and throat with his hot creamy se­men.

Maude called over, “Bet­ter save it, sweetie.

You’ll need it in our daisy chain.”

Karen reached around, put her hands on his cock and pressed it tightly. “It’s won­der­ful! 
So big, so hot, but I guess we had bet­ter save it for what’s com­ing up.”

She rolled off of him, and they both looked across at the other bed, aware that some 
beau­ti­ful sex sounds were com­ing from both Maude and David. Ap­par­ently Maude liked 
the shoulder-bit po­s­i­tion, be­cause she was on the back of her neck again, with her legs 
planted on David’s shoulder. He was driv­ing the last bit of his cock into her rap­idly.

“Save it for later,” Karen echoed, and laughed.

Karen pulled Bill down be­side her. “Put your head here on my shoulder, Bill sweet. Play 
with me awhile. We’re go­ing to rest up again.” She took his cock in her hands and closed her 
eyes.

Later the daisy chain began with Maude tak­ing Bill’s cock in her mouth and put­ting the 
prick head between her lips. Her cunt gave a little twitch as she felt David’s tongue be­gin 
lick­ing it.

Karen sighed con­ten­tedly as she felt Bill’s tongue prob­ing at her pussy. She was glad 
that Maude had given Bill this as­sign­ment. It was what he had wanted, and she had 
in­struc­ted him well. She took hold of David’s cock, kissed it, and licked the head.

David’s tongue was prob­ing deep into Maude’s cunt now. She reached down and pressed
his face farther in between her legs. Auto­mat­ic­ally she stepped up her suck­ing of Bill’s 
prick, reach­ing up and play­ing with his balls. Bill groaned in ap­pre­ci­ation, and twis­ted his
head side­ways so he could get his tongue farther up Karen’s hungry twat.

And so it went all along the line. Each was trans­mit­ting the won­der­ful sen­sa­tions they
were re­ceiv­ing by their mouths. Karen was suck­ing David’s cock smoothly, swal­low­ing it, 
then bring­ing her lips back to the head, toy­ing with it, then swal­low­ing again. Once she 
al­most lost Bill’s tongue, so vi­ol­ent were the gyr­a­tions of her ass. But he grabbed her by 
the hips and yanked her twat back into his face.

Bill reached up and began fond­ling Karen’s full tits. Karen played with David’s balls, while 
David played with Maude’s tits and she toyed with his nuts.

On the whole, it was a most sat­is­fact­ory op­er­a­tion to Karen. She was en­joy­ing 
her­self and she figured that each one of the par­ti­cipants was en­joy­ing it as much as she.

But sud­denly Maude uttered a loud moan, and her ass twitched vi­ol­ently. They all knew 
what the moan meant. Maude’s ass jerked a couple more times and she star­ted her or­gasm.

Not­ing this, the oth­ers quickened their pace.

Karen felt David’s cock be­gin to swell in her mouth. She knew that in a mo­ment she 
would feel the first spurt of his hot se­men. She sucked his cock furi­ously, at the same time 
reach­ing down and push­ing Bill’s head between her legs. She knew that she would start hers
at any mo­ment.

The boys were work­ing di­li­gently at their as­signed cunts. Both were on the verge of 
com­ing them­selves. Maude had already swal­lowed Bill’s cock far down her throat and was 
pre­pared to drink his se­men., Maude peaked first. Her moans were loud and sat­is­fy­ing. 
She kept thrust­ing her twat vi­ol­ently into David’s warm face.

Karen felt the first spurt of David’s hot se­men, and she began swal­low­ing greed­ily. Her 
own or­gasm star­ted and then reached a high peak. Bill was suck­ing glor­i­ously, clutch­ing 
both cheeks of her ass, try­ing to con­trol her writh­ing.

Bill had long since be­gun pour­ing his se­men down Maude’s throat. He groaned wildly, 
fuck­ing her mouth even after the last spurt of se­men had been ejac­u­lated.

Then it was over. Mouths were pulled from cocks and cunts. Limp bod­ies fell to the floor 
in com­plete ex­haus­tion.

After a while, Maude lif­ted her head and looked around, “God, it looks like someone had 
an orgy here.”

Karen was too ex­hausted to com­ment, but the two boys laughed aloud and agreed.

Karen felt a bit guilty now, the fa­mil­iar twangs of doubt creep­ing up through her 
thoughts. But strangely, she wor­ried about what George would say if he found out, not Jerry, 
her hus­band, but George her father-in-law.

CHAPTER EIGHT

After the two boys left Karen and Maude re­mained na­ked ly­ing on the liv­ing room 
floor. It was most com­fort­able and Karen en­joyed the sense of free­dom it gave her. Maude
had poured them two stiff drinks of whis­key and when Karen downed hers it sent a shock 
wave boil­ing through her body. Blind­ing back tears, she forced the rest of the drink down 
and set the glass aside. The al­co­hol sizzled through her veins like a series of low-grade 
earth­quakes. And some­thing else she felt-her body was seeth­ing with de­sire. Wow, did 
straight whis­key do that to a per­son? She de­cided it did.

“Maude?” Karen asked, her voice soft, but strong and per­suas­ive too. Maude looked at 
her and Karen sud­denly felt like a frightened rab­bit, quiv­er­ing. Maude knew what Karen 
wanted, and Karen knew she did.

Maude shivered, and the tight little bumps of her nipples hardened vis­ibly. She crossed 
her arms and cuddled her­self as if she were sud­denly cold.

Karen felt wildly loose, un­in­hib­ited, and hot. She didn’t know if any of the things she 
had read about would help her or not. She hoped they would, but the only thing that 
mattered was Maude and mak­ing her like it. Karen was think­ing about how Maude’s na­ked 
body would feel, pressed against hers ... hot, soft, smooth, and de­sir­able.

“Maude?” Karen asked, frightened.

Karen wanted to say some­thing more, but she didn’t dare speak. She looked into 
Maude’s brown eyes, and saw all the pent-up pas­sion still lurk­ing there. As gently as a 
but­ter­fly, Karen brought her mouth to Maude’s. Maude’s lips felt hot and dry against hers as
they touched, and an elec­tric cur­rent seemed to flow between them. Karen felt Maude’s 
muscles ease and re­lax, felt Maude move her arm, felt her slide her hands hes­it­antly up 
Karen’s own arm.

Maude moaned softly, al­most in­aud­ibly, as if the sound was for Karen’s ears alone.

Men­tally, Karen was com­par­ing Maude with the men she’d felt. Where the men had 
been hard, Maude was soft. Where the men had been rough, Maude was smooth. Maude was 
smooth all over, hair­less where George and the two boys were hairy. Maude was warm­ing 
rap­idly and Karen shivered slightly at the thought. She liked the feel of the boy­ish wo­man, 
and she liked-the feel of Maude’s thighs too.

En­twin­ing against each other, the two girls delved deeper and deeper into a pas­sion 
that neither of them had dreamed ex­is­ted. Their mouths opened, their tongues tasted. They 
breathed each other’s fem­in­ine smell. They savored all that ex­is­ted between them, all that 
was dif­fer­ent between them, and all that was the same. Soft breasts pressed against soft 
breasts, pas­sion-hardened nipples dig­ging into tender mounds. Soft, fem­in­ine arms 
en­twin­ing around each other, kiss­ing deeply.

Karen let Maude nestle her head against her shoulder and slid one ex­plor­at­ory hand 
over one of Maude’s little tit­ties.

“You’re so soft,” Karen said, won­der­ingly. Ten­derly Karen pat­ted Maude’s breast, 
fas­cin­ated by the hard little nipple on the little mound.

Maude was fol­low­ing Karen’s lead, and she cupped one of Karen’s lar­ger breasts, her 
thumb brush­ing over the nipple. “So.are you,” Maude whispered, “you’re soft, too!”

They kissed again, and this time there was more sure­ness, more pas­sion in it. The ground
their mouths to­gether, their tongues du­el­ing and fight­ing for su­prem­acy. Karen won and
drove Maude’s tongue back and licked the roof of the wo­man’s mouth, the back of her teeth.
Maude wel­comed the in­tru­sion by suck­ing, draw­ing as much of Karen’s tongue into her 
own warm mouth as she could.

Karen moaned again, louder.

Bolder now, Karen stroked Maude’s little tits, rolling her nipples in her fin­gers. She could 
feel Maude jerking and trem­bling, and knew what Maude was feel­ing. She knew be­cause 
she too was ex­per­i­en­cing the same sen­sa­tions. When Maude thumbed Karen’s nipples, 
Karen knew she was on the same wavelength with Maude. The thought of the identical 
pleas­ures sent ripples of de­sire flood­ing through her, and the know­ledge of the thought 
was wild, in­sane, and won­der­ful, all at once.

Snug­gling to­gether, the two wo­men reveled in the pure dis­cov­ery of each other’s 
won­der­fully soft, fem­in­ine bod­ies. Karen’s curly soft hair brushed against Maude’s pale 
slender shoulder, while Maude’s feath­ery black hair rubbed her Cheek. Karen nibbled 
Maude’s shell-like ear, and felt Maude gasp when her breast shif­ted and pressed against her 
hand. Maude’s sharp white teeth nipped Karen’s shoulder, and Karen felt her own body shake 
with ex­cite­ment. Slowly their muscles re­laxed and they lay on their sides on the soft car­pet,
the fire warm­ing their na­ked bod­ies.

“Cod,” Karen said, “you’re the sex­i­est.”

“Me?” Maude gasped, “You’re bet­ter than a man at turn­ing me on.”

“I’m glad,” Karen said.

Lean­ing back, Karen could see the full length of Maude’s grace­ful, lean body, ad­mire 
the curves, the shad­ows and hol­lows the gentle round­ing of Maude’s belly, and the jet 
black­ness of the pu­bic hair shield­ing her slit. She looked breath­tak­ing pale, like ala­baster.
Her ribs were vis­ible un­der her skin be­cause she was so slender, and Karen stroked her 
fin­gers along the shad­owy ripples. Maude’s stom­ach trembled and she dug her fin­gers 
into Karen’s side fiercely.

“Oh, I like that,” Karen said.

Maude mumbled some­thing in agree­ment.

Maude’s nipples were dark, hard knots beg­ging for some at­ten­tion. Karen’s mouth was 
wa­ter­ing as she stared at them. She lowered her head, her mouth seek­ing the little buds. 
She flicked her tongue over one of Maude’s small nipples and felt the wo­man jerk in 
re­sponse. Purs­ing her lips, Karen kissed the nipple, then sucked on it ten­derly. Open­ing her
mouth wider, she sucked more of Maude’s small breast in, while bathing the nipple with her 
tongue. Karen felt Maude’s breath­ing quicken and be­come ir­reg­u­lar as if she were 
gasp­ing for breath. At the same time, Maude’s hand tightened on Karen’s full breast un­til it 
al­most hurt. Then, help­lessly, Maude let go and rolled over on her back to sprawl out and 
open on the car­pet.

Karen hes­it­ated, and looked at her friend ques­tion­ingly.

“Don’t stop,” Maude whispered, not open­ing her eyes. “Please don’t stop.” En­cour­aged, 
Karen bent her head and suckled on one of Maude’s breasts, then the other. Maude tangled 
her fin­gers in Karen’s long hair, and began strok­ing her neck and bare back. Out of the 
corner of her eyes, Karen could see the black tri­angle of Maude’s sex, could see Maude 
rub­bing her slender, pale white thighs to­gether as her ex­cite­ment built in higher peaks. 
Hes­it­antly again, Karen slid one hand down Maude’s warm, smooth belly to­ward the dark 
patch. Maude shook and quivered, her fin­gers knot­ting in Karen’s hair. But she made no 
move to stop Karen’s hand.

“Mmmmmmmmmm, good, good,” Maude mur­mured.

“Yes,” Karen agreed, her voice smooth, but she was un­sure of her­self. It felt so good to 
her, all so good to her, but Karen wasn’t as ex­per­i­enced as she thought, and she real­ized 
this. Like a frightened an­imal, Karen’s hand crept into Maude’s black pu­bic hair. Maude 
spread her thighs more, open­ing her­self for Karen’s ex­plor­a­tion. Karen slid her fin­gers 
down and down, find­ing the same slit there that she her­self had between her own thighs. 
Care­fully, Karen cupped Maude’s sex mound, feel­ing the hot soft­ness of the tis­sues un­der
her fin­gers, the curving arch of Maude’s pu­bic bone un­der her palm. Karen, pressed her 
whole hand down on Maude’s cunt and felt Maude re­spond by push­ing her hips up­ward. 
Maude’s pussy felt hot and sticky, and Karen real­ized that it was the juices flow­ing freely and
easy already.

Now Karen had to have some­thing at her own beg­ging pussy. Hes­it­antly, she re­leased
Maude’s cunt, and felt the wo­man’s dis­ap­point­ment. Karen sought one of Maude’s hands, 
loosened it from her hair and guided it to her own eager pussy. Maude’s touch was frightened
and shy, but it also felt sear­ingly hot. Karen spread her thighs, pressed Maude’s fin­gers into 
her swollen cunt, then clamped her thighs down to trap the little hand. Now she worked her 
own hand back into Maude’s wet hot crotch. This time she slid one fin­ger between the lips, 
and pressed it into the wo­man’s cunt.

Maude’s moist chan­nel felt scald­ing hot and sticky and slimy with juices. Karen drove her
long fin­ger deeper into Maude and felt the wo­man’s hips surge up­ward. At the same time, 
Maude slid her fin­ger into Karen’s hole, and Karen thought she was go­ing to die from 
pleas­ure. The males that had fingered her had been good, but some­how this was much 
more ex­cit­ing, even thought Maude’s fin­ger was a lot smal­ler than any man’s. Karen 
thought too that be­cause it was such a de­grad­ing activ­ity, she tingled more with heat. It 
was a for­bid­den act to her way of think­ing and her lewd mind cre­ated all the won­der­ful 
lusty pleas­ures she was ex­per­i­en­cing. Karen spread her thighs wide and let Maude take 
total pos­ses­sion of her wa­ter­ing pussy. She looked down to where her own thick fin­ger 
was bur­ied in Maude.

She stud­ied it a mo­ment as it probed into Maude’s hot pussy, then her gaze shif­ted to 
where Maude’s fin­ger was prob­ing. She shuddered with pleas­ure as the fin­ger touched the
sens­it­ive sur­face of her cun­tal pas­sage.

Karen sud­denly felt wildly ex­cited, though nowhere near an or­gasm. This ex­cite­ment 
was some­thing else. Maybe it was the thrill of dis­cov­ery. It really didn’t mat­ter, she 
de­cided. She looked around the room and saw that she and Maude were the only mov­ing 
ob­jects. Everything else seemed to be in an­other di­men­sion. All the things she had 
be­come fa­mil­iar with be­fore this even­ing star­ted were in ab­stract. Karen now with­drew 
her drip­ping fin­ger from Maude’s slip­pery cunt and licked the juices off slowly.

“Taste me,” she whispered to Maude. “Please taste me. It’s so good.” Maude was frown­ing
up at her, ir­rit­ated at hav­ing the fin­ger with­drawn from her hungry cunt. “What?” she 
asked as she fixed her fo­cus on Karen. “Watch me,” Karen said and showed Maude what she 
meant by dip­ping her fin­ger in Maude’s cunt again and lick­ing jt off with pleas­ure.

“I, uh....” Maude paused, grop­ing for voice.

“Please.”

Maude looked du­bi­ous, but with­drew her fin­ger from Karen. Slowly, but hur­riedly too,
she licked it, her face in­dic­at­ing she had ex­pec­ted some­thing un­pleas­ant. Then her face
cleared and she smiled. She stuck her fin­ger in her mouth now and sucked it clean.

“Good, huh?” Karen asked.

Maude nod­ded, and Karen stopped her be­fore she could slip her fin­ger into her pussy 
again. “I’ve got an­other idea,” she said, shift­ing around on the floor. Karen was aware of 
Maude watch­ing her slyly. She turned to bring her head to­ward Maude’s crotch. Bend­ing 
and lean­ing over, Karen slowly lowered her face to­ward Maude’s pussy, her eyes riv­eted on 
the black, curl­ing hair and the gleam­ing pink tis­sues. An an­imal odor, wild an­imal, 
as­saul­ted Karen’s senses, at­tract­ing her even more. Her mouth wa­ter­ing with a wild 
ap­pet­ite, Karen lowered her face to Maude’s bush and wedged her fin­ger deep into the 
wo­man’s hot slit.

Maude must have a de­cision, and the touch if her mouth against Karen’s cunt set off 
rock­ets of pas­sion in Karen, mak­ing her drive her own mouth on Maude even harder. 
Ram­ming in her tongue deep into Maude’s snatch, Karen lowered her hips and felt the 
wo­man’s chin grind against her clit­oris. The ex­plo­sion of pleas­ure al­most lif­ted Karen to 
the peak of an or­gasm. She dug her chin into Maude’s clit, and she was re­war­ded with a 
flow of juice that al­most drowned her, as Maude’s hips jammed up­ward in a fast re­sponse.

Head to crotch, the two wo­men tangled in the cen­ter of the floor. Hands grip­ping each 
other’s but­tocks and thighs, they drove each other half crazy with the fast work­ing of their 
mouths.

Karen was nearly de­li­ri­ous with pleas­ure, boil­ing and seeth­ing, her body be­tray­ing 
her with its con­vul­sions. She was com­ing and com­ing and com­ing, and she knew she was 
drown­ing Maude with the flood of juices pour­ing out of her cunt. But she couldn’t pull away
from Maude. Karen was driv­ing her own mouth into Maude’s gush­ing pussy, and Maude’s 
slender body was con­vulsing un­der her as cli­max after cli­max ripped through her, 
knot­ting her muscles. Maude’s slender thighs clamped around Karen’s head like a vise, 
trap­ping her there un­til Karen was afraid she was go­ing to suf­foc­ate.

All at once it was over. Maude’s body went from spas­modic to totally limp. Karen’s own 
in­tense or­gasm was passing its peak, its plat­eau leav­ing her quiv­er­ing with ex­haus­tion. 
Karen was dimly aware of Maude fight­ing to free her face from her lax pussy and struggled 
with her last re­serves of strength to help. Fi­nally, she man­aged to lift her leg and tumble 
away. Sprawl­ing on her back, Karen let black­ness sweep over her as she fought for breath 
and san­ity.

Later, Karen felt as if she was drift­ing in a soft, warm, gray cloud of semi-sleep, feel­ing 
won­der­ful, al­most sated. Her body was totally re­laxed, tired with de­li­cious ex­haus­tion. 
Vague, peace­ful dreams floated through her mind. Yet, down deep there was still a need, as if
what she and Maude had just done was only the fore­play.

Karen still needed a cock to com­pletely sat­isfy her.

CHAPTER NINE

When Karen re­turned home, she hopped into bed, and lay com­pletely na­ked un­der the
sheets, pre­tend­ing sleep, when her hus­band Jerry ap­proached the bed and stood si­lently 
look­ing down at her. Soon he crawled into bed with her and moved in be­hind her, pla­cing 
his arm over her hip lightly.

Now Jerry drew him­self closer to her so that her firm full ass-cheeks were tight against his
groin.

Karen could feel the be­gin­ning hard­ness that was tak­ing place in his cock. At first it 
was just a limp hunk of meat against her ass, but as Jerry held her, the stir­ring in it would 
eas­ily be felt through the thin ma­ter­ial of his pa­ja­mas.

Now he let his arm that was on her hip move up­ward un­til his hand was flat against her 
stom­ach. Slowly he caressed the warm smooth­ness of it. Karen tried to breathe reg­u­larly 
and deeply. As he moved his hand she found dif­fi­culty do­ing this. His hand began to creep 
again and caressed her up un­til it res­ted un­der the swell of her firm full tits.

Now Karen had to keep her body from shiv­er­ing in an­ti­cip­a­tion. She felt the heat of 
his hand, and the heat of his cock which was now as hard as she had ever ima­gined it could 
be. It was go­ing to be good, she knew. George was right! He knew what he was talk­ing 
about, and he must have given Jerry a lot of good ad­vice that night.

Try­ing not to press against the hard­ness of his huge hot cock, she re­mained still. It was 
best to let him make all the moves, as George had sug­ges­ted.

His hand was mov­ing again. It left its warm rest­ing place un­der the bot­tom of her 
breast. Mov­ing slowly, the hand went down onto the flat­ness of her stom­ach again. Karen 
held her breath now, al­most un­car­ing, hop­ing he would move his hand on down to the 
thirst­ing mound that ached so in­tensely. She ima­gined how his stiff cock would look 
stand­ing straight out from the mass of pu­bic hair. How won­der­ful it would be, to feel it 
throb­bing in her hand, to caress the rosy head of it with her tongue, to nibble on it, to ... oh, 
she al­most quivered, the thought of it was too much for her to stand.

Jerry’s hand had now caressed her hip and was con­tinu­ing a down­ward jour­ney. It 
stopped at the point right above her knee and then began work­ing its way slowly back up 
her body. Please hurry! She said to her­self. Now she felt the stiff­ness of his cock again 
against her body. He still had it in­side his pa­ja­mas, but she knew it would be only a mat­ter 
of seconds be­fore he re­moved it from its ten­ted cov­er­ing.

The feel of his hard cock, now clear of its re­strain­ing wall, was against her bare bot­tom. 
Slowly he pressed it up between the firm yet full cheeks of her ass. The heat of it was more 
then Karen thought she could stand.

He eased it an inch farther between her but­tocks and the hot fluid drip­ping from its tip 
lub­ric­ated a slick path for it un­til it reached the heat of Karen’s own aching box. Now he 
began eas­ing his hard­ness in and out, not into her cunt pas­sage­way, but between the lips 
of that aching spot. Karen con­tin­ued fight­ing, try­ing not to show that she was awake or 
that she was even aware of what her hus­band was do­ing. As he moved in and out Karen felt 
her body fi­nally give in and start a rhythm of its own, hunch­ing back and forth as the 
sear­ing hot hard­ness eased in and out of her cunt lips.

She moved her ass slightly bring­ing it to an angle where he could eas­ily enter her cunt 
now. She waited know­ing that any in­stant she would feel it sneak­ing into her hot pussy 
pas­sage.

Then sud­denly he pushed and Karen rolled with the force of the push, when she came to 
a rest on her stom­ach, Jerry was on top of her, his cock prob­ing.

“What ... what, what are you go­ing to do?” she asked, not caring now that he knew she 
was awake.

“I’m go­ing to fuck you, dear wife,”’ he said simply.

Karen smiled in the dark­ness and said, “That’s good.” She eased her ass up so her 
wait­ing pussy tun­nel was wide open to him. She waited eagerly to feel it slid­ing into her, 
then ... a stab of pain hit her just as an­other thought hit. He wasn’t go­ing to fuck her in the 
pussy, he wanted to take her in her ass. Oh great Heav­ens! She al­most screamed out, 
thrash­ing, twist­ing. She tried to move from un­der him but his grasp on her was firm.

He placed a wet, smack­ing hungry kiss on the back of her neck, then bit her fiercely. 
Karen cried out with pain and jerked up­ward with her ass. She didn’t real­ize un­til too late 
that this re­laxed her tight ass and the big long cock of her hus­band was bat­ter­ing into it.

She screamed, but he paid no at­ten­tion to her. Her fear and the sheer per­versity of the 
situ­ation promp­ted a strange re­newed ex­cite­ment to be­gin to churn in her loins and 
along the little mem­brane that sep­ar­ated the two gen­ital ori­fices.

Let­ting her head sink for­ward, muffling her screams as the for­bid­den act was about to 
com­mence. A shud­der racked her body as the head of his love stick pen­et­rated her 
ass-hole. Suck­ing in her breath she was hardly able to bear the wait­ing. Then she was 
blinded by the sud­den sear­ing pain as he lunged for­ward, as the tightly clenched little ring 
clung to­gether in fu­tile ob­jec­tion to his ob­scene in­va­sion. And then the little ring gave 
way, pop­ping open as the huge blunt head of Jerry’s cock lunged up into the right straight 
pas­sages. Karen bit her lips in agony as the shat­ter­ing pen­et­ra­tion con­tin­ued un­til his 
penis was bur­ied at last to the hilt in her rectum. Thank good­ness, she thought, it wasn’t as 
thick and heavy as George’s or she would have been split wide open. Jerry’s cock was nar­row 
and slim, but it made up for it in length. Christ! He had at least ten inches of his cock bur­ied 
in her rear.

He began to move, saw­ing in and out of the tightly clench­ing anal lips and the 
caress­ing rectal walls, skew­er­ing lewdly into her, his dev­ast­at­ing hard­ness push­ing 
aside all res­ist­ance that re­mained in the re­si­li­ently rub­bery flesh. At last Karen began to 
feel the hard rhythmic smack­ing of his loins against her up­turned ass-cheeks.

“God! Jerry you’re ru­in­ing me!” she screamed out at him.

“Ru­in­ing? No I don’t think so. You talked to George and so did I. Well, my dad, said I 
should do any­thing I want to you, that you’d prob­ably like it as all wo­men did.” He grunted,
then ad­ded, “Be­sides I’ve al­ways been an ass man. I couldn’t get it up with you be­cause I 
knew you were in­ex­per­i­enced and would want it in the pussy. Well, I’m not built that way.” 
He con­tin­ued pound­ing his cock into her.

Karen bur­ied her face in the cov­ers of the bed as the wild stabs of pain and mas­ochistic 
erotic pleas­ure dar­ted out from her rectum, sear­ing and cours­ing gradu­ally over her 
whole na­ked body.

As the harsh waves of il­li­cit de­sire surged and swelled, her sobs of agony evolved 
gradu­ally to lewd mewls of pleas­ure and sur­render, and she began to wel­come more and 
more of the sweet raw sen­sa­tion, rel­ish­ing every mer­ci­less thrust, every lunge into the 
tightly quiv­er­ing little open­ing. She star­ted arch­ing back against him, to un­du­late and 
wave her white ass-cheeks be­fore his loins. Now she raised and slid one hand down be­neath
her pel­vis and back between her thighs and with her out­stretched fin­ger, she found the 
hard little but­ton of her clit­oris. She stroked it slowly and softly, then in­creased both the 
pres­sure and the speed of her boun­cing ass, hit­ting against him. She was cry­ing and 
groan­ing at the agony of the pleas­ure pain she found in the tor­tur­ing bat­ter­ing ram 
pound­ing away at her ass-hole.

She was im­paled on his long cock and she rocked her but­tocks vi­ol­ently back against 
him, thrust­ing them up­ward to meet his every rack­ing lunge as his penis dis­ap­peared 
deep into her open rectum.

Karen was ex­cited al­most bey­ond en­dur­ance now, and her ex­cite­ment was 
con­ta­gious. Jerry basked in tri­umph be­hind her, lunging for­ward harder and harder, 
shov­ing his cock into the nar­rowly con­stric­ted anal pas­sage in time with the boun­cing of 
her up­turned ass.

Within a few mo­ments all fear and res­ist­ance faded and spasms of elec­tric ful­fill­ment 
pos­sessed her body as the sep­ar­ate sen­sa­tions in her ass be­came wildly bey­ond 
con­trol.

“I’m com­min­nnggggggggg!” she screamed out.

“Shut up, bitch,” Jerry shouted and kept plunging deeply up into the warm for­bid­den 
pas­sage. Then he groaned out like an an­imal in heat and then his own warm thick se­men 
burst from the lust-bloated balls to fill Karen’s lewdly vi­ol­ated anal depths. He bucked and 
hunched without mercy above her, his groans swell­ing into un­con­trol­lably wild pas­sion. 
Fi­nally he’d achieved his or­gasm. Jerry col­lapsed on Karen’s prone body.

She lay un­der him, won­der­ing at the erotic sense of ful­fill­ment she had 
ex­per­i­enced. She had never cli­maxed so in­tently be­fore. And this was the most 
de­grad­ing thing she had ever ex­per­i­enced in her life. And had she en­joyed it!

The End
