Sin Seeking Karen
[aka 'Searching For Satisfaction' or 'Karen's Ignorance']
by Carl Stevens


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? J 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. "Ooooohhhhhh!" 

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
