XE-780

Searching For Satisfaction

By Toni Scott

Chapter 1

	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 feet 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 cuntlips 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 asscheeks 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 her
	abdomen bloating as she swallowed the length of her finger, but her
	pussy hungered for more.  She tried to keep her hips still, but they
	weaved back and forth in screwing motions in an attempt to pull that
	finger all the way into her and make her squeeze down hard all
	around it and come.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	Then reality hit!

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

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

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

Chapter 2

	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 grey and the grey 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 3

	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 underthings, garterbelts, 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.  "It'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 burn 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, dreamlike 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 grayness 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 livingroom, 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 livingroom 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 nighty, 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 4

	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 asscheeks, 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 graying 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 asscheeks.  The touch sent shivers of pleasure racing
	over her and aroused responsive writhings 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 the 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
	asscheeks, 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 whimpered, 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 f u c k i n n n n n n n n n n n n n n g
	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 throbbings 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 5

	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 encircling 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 goosebumps 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 they 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 labis 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 6

	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 his
	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 rodlike 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 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 blond 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 asscheeks 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 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 he 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 was 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."

	"Well, 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 garterbelt 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
	garterbelt.  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 asscheeks inside
	the garterbelt-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 garterbelt were nearly black in
	a wide oval splotch right over her twat. She saw the thin material
	clinging wetly to her puffy cuntlips.  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 garterbelt.  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 garterbelt-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 asscheeks 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 asscheeks 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
	garterbelt 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, upthrust 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 asscheeks, 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, comingling 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 garterbelt 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 garterbelt, 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 mixed 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 overfucked 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
	him, 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 hangups."  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 hangup 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 died, 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 7

	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 tke 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
	weye 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 by-play 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 perverse 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
	pussyhole 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,"  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 hardon 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 hardon. 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 8

	After the two boys left Karen and Maude remained naked lying on the
	livingroom 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.  They 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.

	"God," 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 it 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 of 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 9

	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 asscheeks
	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 than 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 asshole.  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 asscheeks.

	"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 asscheeks 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 asshole.

	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