And had she enjoyed it
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 TWO
Karen jerked violently, almost falling out of bed. Startled she answered timidly, "Yes... who..."
"It's me Dad." There was a pause. "If you want to get up now I've got some late breakfast for you."
Karen couldn't bring herself to call the stranger outside her door "Dad". She called out, "All right, Mr. Lind." Then remembering that she hadn't showered. "I want to jump under the shower first. Be out in ten minutes or so."
"Fine. We have a lot of getting acquainted to do."
She heard faint steps as he retreated down the hall. For a few minutes more she lay quietly, then sighing resignedly, she crawled out of the comfortable bed and moved toward the shower, not daring to look at her nude body in the mirror across the room. Inside the shower she turned it to high so that the stinging jets of water covered her quickly as if to wash away the guilt. She soaped herself thoroughly, not pausing at her pussy too long for fear of what might happen. When she felt clean she washed away the lather and just as suddenly turned the shower off and stepped out. She rubbed her body briskly with the towel until she felt as if the blood were going to pour from her skin. Finally she felt clean.
Since she had unpacked only halfway, there wasn't too much of a selection from which to chose a dress. The only pair of panties available were the sheer red ones she had vainly purchased when she had gotten the black ones. She slid her body into the tight brief panties and still felt nude, then not bothering with a slip she merely pulled a light sun dress over her body. She fluffed at her hair until she felt halfway presentable, then she noticed that the red panties showed plainly through the thin material of the white, dress. Well, he would just have to get use to it, she decided, after all she was his daughter-in-law, and certainly he wouldn't think any lewd thoughts at the way she dressed. Besides, she rationalized, all her other clothing were waded and wrinkled from the trip. She'd have to do the laundry before she would have a choice of what to wear.
As she walked toward the kitchen she smelled the bacon frying and, too, the beautiful aroma of coffee penetrated her nostrils. She was hungry all of a sudden.
Quickly she breezed into the kitchen and said cheerfully, "Good morning."
"Good morning yourself, but I'm afraid you're a little late. It's afternoon. Almost two."
"Oh, I'm sorry... I, uh," Karen stammered, puzzled.
"Hey," his voice was cheerful and teasing, "I don't mind a lazy daughter-in-law, especially one that's as cute as the one I have." He grinned and his wide face was pleasant.
Karen eased herself into the chair he had pulled from the table. "Sit and have some coffee while I finish the bacon. Then I'll throw on a couple of eggs."
"Oh, please... I should be doing this."
"Hey," he said again, using his favorite expression. "You're my guest today. Then we'll let you spoil me."
Karen studied him as she sipped at the hot coffee. He was much bigger than Jerry, wider in the shoulders. His black hair held only a wee bit of 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 THREE
Her thoughts were broken as George said, "I think, Karen, that tomorrow you and I will go shopping. You need a complete new wardrobe. Exciting 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 FOUR
George kept the two of them busy for the next day. Karen enjoyed riding around with him... the long walks and the serious talks.
When he suggested they go horseback riding, Karen was elated. She had always loved to ride but she had just never had the chance. She had gone with a group of girls once and the memory of it was a good one.
Karen didn't have any riding apparel so she wore some jeans and a loose-fitting shirt that George handed to her. He surveyed her, and said, "Let me get the scissors. I want to see your legs."
With the scissors he cut the jeans legs... not quite to her crotch but close enough. Then he unraveled some of the cut so that the jeans seemed to have the legs torn out rather than cut out.
"I think you look mighty exciting now, Karen," George said when he surveyed his handiwork. "A woman should always look exciting. Always."
Karen knew he meant it, and she did feel exciting. The cut-off jeans almost revealed her pubic hair, but yet it didn't. The man's shirt hung loose, yet the nipples of her tits showed their outline in the material. She felt the material rubbing her nipples when she moved, and this only added to her excitement.
"I have a small place out in the country," George was saying. "I keep a couple of horses there and some stock."
"Who takes care of them," Karen asked.
"I have a high school student, a boy who loves animals. He takes care of them after school. Usually he sleeps out there on the weekends, in the tack room."
When they reached the small farm, George parked and said, "Let's go into the tack room and get the saddles."
Karen followed him inside the dim room. "Does it ever get lonesome out here for the boy?"
"I doubt it. He loves animals, too."
"I might get lonesome if I was here all alone," Karen said.
"I would never let you get lonesome," George said. He turned to her and took her by the shoulders. For a moment he looked deep into her eyes. Karen knew he could see the need there. Now George pulled her to him. For just a moment Karen stiffened, then she relaxed.
He hugged her to him and again she stiffened, uncertain about her feelings. She needed him, but would he only tease her, or would he see it through.
George started caressing her back, and his touch felt good to her. She wished he would put his hands under the shirt and touch her bare back. Instead George pulled her tighter to his body.
Karen's uncertainty gave way to hot eagerness as chills raced along her spine. She gave a deep gasp and thrust her body to his and tightened her own grip on him. Eyes closed, she tilted her face up for his kiss. His lips covered hers and pressed. Karen liked the moist warm feel of them, her breath on his cheeks was a series of irregular hot puffs. She lost herself in the utter lust of the moment and touched his mouth with the tip of her tongue. His body tensed convulsively, his arms crushing the breath from her lungs, and his tongue, hard and insistent, drove between her parted lips and past her teeth.
Shivers raced through Karen's body. She gulped. Placing one hand on the back of George's neck, she let her fingertips rub the stiff hair while her other hand clutched at the firm muscles on his back. His grip lifted her until her toes left the floor and her body arched to fit the bend in his warm soft flesh clasped to hot, strong angles. The bulge of his hard-on pressed brutally into the smoothness of her lower abdomen, and Karen let her mound ride against the base of the heavy cylinder.
Raising one foot behind her, her thighs grinding on his, Karen pushed her small pussy into him, grinding it.
She felt George's hand reaching around her to the zipper on the jeans. He brought the small metal fastener downward.
Karen twisted but she was helpless in the iron of his grasp, somehow this excited her and made things seem better. She felt goose pimples rising on her arms as she felt the fiery waves of excitement caused when she felt him loosening the waist band of her jeans. The cutoffs slipped to the bulges of her hips and rested there.
Now George's tongue filled her mouth. Its tip blocked the arch of her throat and its sides lay between her teeth. Karen felt his fingers inside the settling cutoffs, working them downward onto her thighs. Her hips jerked desperately, she didn't know why she was fighting him when it felt so good, but she had to fight some or it would all be all too wanton and wicked.
His unyielding grip robbed her of any way to prevent the disastrous movement of the garment.
She shivered excitedly as his fingers pushed down across the tissue-thin fabric of her panties and onto the bare flesh of her upper thigh. Past her rounded 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.
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