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Karen and the Traveling Salemen
by Anonymous Author (1999)
***
A hillbilly wife realizes there's more than
housekeeping when two traveling salesmen show up at
their apartment one day. (MMF, slut-wife, cheat,
preg?)
***
Ben and Karen lived in a small apartment in rural
Georgia. It was actually a converted motel, with very
small one-bedroom apartments. It was a step up from a
trailer park, but not a very large step up. They were
a young couple, newly married trying to make a start
of a life together.
He was rather slow, but had a good heart. He had
dropped out of High School and gone to work as a truck
mechanic. She was his High School sweetheart, not very
bright, not particularly pretty but with a cute little
body. Sex had brought them together, and a desire to
escape their families kept them together, until they
finally married and moved on to build a life together.
Karen was about 5'4" with short brown greasy hair,
small breasts, but a nice tight little ass. Karen
thought about sex most of the time and couldn't really
picture herself in a domestic role, doing housework
and cooking dinner.
Karen wasn't sure that getting married was a good
idea. She wanted to go back to her friends, the
parties and no responsibilities, but she didn't want
to go back to her parents. Karen also dropped out of
High School, but at the urging of Ben. Ben talked her
into it, Ben said that he loved her and that he would
make her his queen. It was beginning to look more like
he was making her his slave.
Then one day...
There was a knock at the door. Two men with brief
cases were standing on the porch. Karen opened the
door to the limit of the security chain and asked what
they wanted. They were just magazine salesmen they
said. Those kind of salesmen that prey on the dull
witted and naive. The salesmen that offer a deal too
good to be true, selling magazine subscriptions and
giving away free prizes in return for a commitment to
make small monthly payments for years to come. Karen,
starved for someone to talk to, opened the door wide.
The men were greasy, stupid looking and shabby so they
fit into the area they called on. They went right into
their sales pitch, talking about the once in a life
time offer, good only today, to buy high quality
magazines and receive this free set of steak knives.
Karen thought she could use a set of steak knives. She
had no interest in magazines; in fact Karen was a slow
reader and had no interest in any of the choices being
offered to her.
It was mid-July and Karen was wearing only two
articles of clothing, a T-shirt and a pair of cut-off
jeans. She liked wearing cut-offs. Wearing them
drastically cut off and fitted low on her hips. This
didn't escape the notice of Karen's two guests who
were there to sell magazines.
Joe, the shorter of the two, couldn't take his eyes
off of Karen's legs and felt his wood starting to
grow. Of course Joe would slide his member into the
south end of a north-moving goat if left alone.
John was the senior member of the sales team and took
Joe with him because he was his cousin and felt
obligated. Neither had the morals of a spider monkey
and both were becoming less interested in selling
magazines and more interested in what was inside of
Karen's cut-off jeans.
Karen sensed the attention she was getting and it
actually made her feel warm inside. Since she had been
married, she missed the attention of men and the
feeling of being an object of desire. Karen couldn't
explain it but she was beginning to get turned on by
these two toads leering at her.
Karen started to move in a provocative way, swinging
her hips and accenting her feminine features. She put
her hands in her front pockets in an "awe shucks"
manner, pulling her jeans even lower on her hips and
jutting her pubic bone forward in a borderline obscene
gesture.
Joe moved over to the stained and scared kitchen table
and started pulling magazines out of his bag. He put
the magazines on the table, one by one, trying to
explain the various titles while staring at Karen's
crotch. Karen's jeans outlined the form of her crotch,
the jutting mound, the lips the promise of passion and
delight.
Karen leaned against the table, looking down at the
array of magazines being spread across the tabletop.
John couldn't take his eyes off of Karen's cute little
ass hiding inside of those low, tight jeans. The legs
were cut off so high that John could see the white of
her panties peeking out from the narrow strip of cloth
covering the junction between her legs.
John decided that Karen was asking for it. John
decided that she was screamin' to be serviced, to be
bred, as he liked to call it. He had fathered a bunch
of children in the county and was perpetually
defending himself in court against paternity suites.
John never used condoms and felt that he had an
obligation to society to spread his seed far and wide.
While Joe continued talking, John moved up behind
Karen. He was about a head taller than Karen and as he
moved up close to her and put his hands on her hips.
Karen could feel John's closeness behind her and when
she felt his hands on her hips, alarm bells went off
in her head, but as if in a trance, she just stood
there, aware that her inaction was encouragement.
Joe watched as John moved his hands from Karen's hips
to around her waist, placing his fingers over the tops
of her jeans, partly on her flesh and partly on her
waistband. John pressed himself forward pushing his
rapidly hardening man flesh against Karen's shapely
rounded ass.
Karen just stood there, frozen, feeling that familiar
tingle in her loins, that urge to be penetrated,
fulfilled, violated. Her heart was pounding and her
breath started to come in gasps as she felt the
stranger's hands feeling her around the waist.
John, emboldened by Karen's passive reaction to his
invasion, moved his hands across her front, feeling
the warm flesh of her exposed midriff, feeling the
hardware holding her jeans together; the top button,
the zipper talon, feeling the shape of her body
enclosed beneath the tight cotton wrap of cloth.
Karen felt the stranger's hand move down her front,
pressing against her pubic bone, her mound, down the
front of her legs, brushing past her vagina hidden
inside her cutoff jeans. Karen's breath quickened as
John grabbed the top of her jeans and unfastened the
button holding them together. She felt his hand snake
its way into her jeans, pushing down to feel her
mound, still covered by her cotton panties. Panties
beginning to dampen as the moisture formed between her
legs.
The thought of these greasy, dirty men violating her
body made her squirm with sexual desire and forbidden
passion. Karen could feel her lust starting to rise at
the thought of having illicit sex with these
strangers, taken their semen into her fertile womb -
the risk of conceiving a bastard child.
John pushed his hand all the way down into Karen's
pants, feeling the pulsating heat from her junction
and the wetness starting to form. The scent of musk
reached his nostrils making his shaft even harder.
Joe was mesmerized watching John reaching into this
young girl's pants. Joe watched as John removed his
hand and grabbed at the zipper, the only remaining
line of defense holding up her scant cutoff jeans.
Karen felt her zipper being slowly pulled down. The
alarms in her head were screaming, realizing what
would happen if she let this continue. I was now or
never, she had a small window of time to act before it
would be too late. But Karen wanted it to be too late,
she was already being overwhelmed by her own building
lust, by the thought of being penetrated by these evil
men, having them plant their illicit, forbidden seed
deep inside her fertile womb.
John pulled her zipper all the way down. Karen could
feel cool air wafting by the newly exposed portions of
her flesh, flesh that should be covered and hidden
away. John grabbed both sides of her jeans and gently
pulled them down, sliding them off of Karen's hips and
easing them down past her thighs, knees and letting
them drop to the ground.
Karen, as if in a daze, stepped out of the rumpled
cloth at her feet and stood there in her cotton
panties, her back to the stranger, the stranger's
hands still holding her by the waist.
John pressed his hands over the front of Karen's body,
feeling her mound, pressing in on her vagina, feeling
the shape and curves of her body with the tips of his
fingers and palms of his hands.
Karen started to moan and slightly press her hips
forward in response to the ministrations being offered
by the stranger as he felt her up. Karen's body
responded to the attention.
John felt the dampness turn into wetness and felt the
slick fluids on his hands. He put his hand into the
waistband of Karen's panties and pushed his hand down
inside.
John felt the top of Karen's slit and the soft tuft of
pubic hair tangling around his fingers. Karen's breath
came in short gasps as she felt the stranger's hand
invade her most private area, pressing into her slit,
exploring the wetness of her inner folds, feeling the
sensitive parts of her lubricated sex.
John pulled his hand out of Karen's panties, and as
with the jeans, began to pull down the cotton briefs -
slowly but deliberately. The elastic resisted the
downward tension but John pulled a little harder and
felt them start to slide off her hips. He continued to
pull and brought them down slowly, exposing her body
inch by inch.
Joe watched as the top of Karen's pubic mound began to
peek above her waistband, just a hint of soft, brown
pubic hair, then her entire crotch and finally, her
panties uselessly tangled around her ankles. Karen
stood there wearing nothing but her T-shirt, feeling
the cool air around her lower body, standing there
naked in front of these vile strangers.
John took Karen's hand and led her to the bedroom. The
small bedroom had a Queen Sized bed that took up
almost the entire area. Karen lay back on the bed, her
naked body offered up to the strangers, feeling the
heat intensify between her legs.
Karen watched as John undid his belt, snap and zipper
on his trousers. She watched as he peeled off his
pants and dingy Jockey shorts. Joe stood in the
doorway watching this surreal scene unfold before him.
Karen's entire field of vision was dominated by the
sight of the stiff cock pointing at her from the
stranger's crotch.
John crawled up on the bed and positioned himself
between Karen's legs. She was in a trace, watching as
the stranger crawled up on top of her, placing his
cock between her legs, poking at her entrance.
No love, no passion, just lust. John thrust his cock
into her, grunting with pleasure.
Karen felt the stranger's big dick slide inside her
with urgency. She felt his weight on top of her, and
felt the thrusts of his dick sliding in and out of
her.
Karen felt his dick poke at her cervix, knew that she
was vulnerable and fertile. She and Ben had been
trying for a baby and she'd been off birth control for
a full month. Karen knew that soon the stranger would
flood her womb with his potent semen, semen loaded
with sperm. She knew that she should be struggling to
get away, but instead she wrapped her legs around his
heaving body and shoved him in deeper, grinding him
hard against her slit.
John realized how eager and willing the woman under hi
was behaving and felt his balls become ready to
unload. He grunted as he planted his shaft as deep as
he could within Karen, feeling the first spurt of hot
semen shoot into her. Spurt after spurt of hot white
cum impregnating this hot little slut.
Karen felt the stranger's hot spurts inside her cunt,
tipping her over the edge of her own orgasm. Karen's
cunt milked every drop of cum out of the his prick,
until they lay back gasping for breath.
She laid there, eyes closed, breathing hard, thinking
that she'd made a huge mistake. What had she done?
She'd cheated on her husband with a strange man, for
no good reason. Andy she'd done it without any
protection! Maybe she'd get away with it. Maybe...
Karen felt John pull up of her and rise up. Her eyes
flew open as Joe kneeled down over her. She wanted to
protest, she wanted to yell no, but for some strange
reason she also wanted him to fuck her, knowing that
he would be squishing John's sperm all around inside
her.
Karen could explain her feelings for eroticism, she
only know that having sex with strange men was so
exciting and such a turn on that she could stop
herself even if Ben walked in on them right now.
As Joe sank into her hot wet sticky cunt, Karen hugged
him to her and wrapped her smooth legs around his body
and began humping back at eager his thrusts has fast
and as furiously as she could.
To hell with Ben, she thought, this was what she
wanted and this was what she'd do again, every chance
she got, from now on.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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