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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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