I suppose the beginning of this adventure should be an excellent place to start.
Having come across a certain internet site, I became interested in a girl who is . .
. quite unique. Her name is Karen and she was the founder of the site. It was
awkward at first but after constant touring I decided to let my voice be heard in
appreciation, but I first had to make an offering. After a little feedback, it
seemed as if Karen and I became instant friends.
With a little passing of time, she and I got to know one another pretty well.
Likes, dislikes, hobbies, and all the casual stuff was now well known between each
other. It almost felt like we both had the desire to meet, but with the traveling
distance between us, it sadly didn't seem possible. That was until a friend of mine
came to me with a special proposition that I couldn't resist. My friend part takes
in martial arts tournaments as well as Karen. This particular one happened to be an
event that she was attending, which I found out from her site. I decided not to say
a word about it to her and see if I could at least surprise her there. With that, I
packed a few clothes and headed to Miami, Florida.
The arena was breath taking. Anyone who had seen the first and third "Karate
Kid" movies could identify with the surroundings. Eight or nine mats laid
across the floor, each with two combatants duking it out to make it to the finals. I
decided to lean up against a wall, slightly hidden in the shadows. This particular
view allowed me to see every single fight on the floor. I was humored as to how
quickly my friend disposed of his opponents. With little effort, he'd duck and dodge
every attack until he'd make a swift move and strike a portion of the body. His
style was almost flawless.
That was until a familiar face took the mat in front of him. I'd swear had I
didn't know her, I'd believe her to be eighteen, maybe nineteen. But no, I knew who
it was, I knew her history. It was Karen. Her innocent face truly was nothing
more than a distraction. Nobody but me (and maybe whomever else who knew
her) knew what she was capable of, and with my friend just casually striding his way up
the ranks, this was bound to be a good bout. To sum it up, lets just say Karen
played nice and kicked his butt . . . literally. She kicked him right in the butt
and almost was DQ'd. Realizing it was time to straighten up, Karen took to my friend
and defeated him to further her victories.
It was then that I decided to get up and make a move . . . toward the restroom. I
stood around long enough to see my friend climb the ladder and fall back down. Now
it was time to relieve myself of all the Pepsi I had been drinking. I didn't realize
it at first but Karen had moved to the mat closest to the restrooms. As I passed by
a big glare blinded my eyes through a cracked window. My reflexes took control
and I quickly put on an infamous pair of sunglasses. It was then that Karen lost
focus and stared at me.
The light from outside almost made my body a living silhouette to her eyes. I
finally stepped out of the light and turned my head so I could see her. A
sudden look of surprise covered her body. Her eyes locked onto mine, as if
she could see them through my sunglasses. She recognized me too, but sadly my
passing by was a terrible distraction. Lost in focus, her opponent took her down and
cost her the victory. I felt awful, but at the same time happy to know she knew who
I was.
I stood outside the doors of the arena, hoping that maybe I could catch Karen on the way
out. I was truly wanting to apologize to her for costing her
match. I kept trying to think of ways to tell her, practicing different forms
of apology. Even though it was really important for me to tell her how
sorry I was, it was more important that she and I got a chance to speak with one
another for awhile. If we had a moment to see each other in person, hopefully
we could have a moment to enjoy one another's company. To my amazement, we would
surpass even that.
As I practiced my lines, a sweet symphony of a European accent tingled my ears. I
looked up to see Karen standing right in front of me, with her big sister Fiona behind
her. It didn't take long for the introductions to start and finish, not to mention
my constant apologizing which I believe was annoying them. However, I couldn't help
but compliment how gorgeous they looked.
Both sisters were wearing blue jean pants, and some type of cute top to match, though
the style of clothing south of the ankles were completely different. Fiona decided
to were tennis shoes where as Karen wore socks and Birkenstock Clogs. I found it
funny that they also complimented me on the clothes I was wearing. Casual blue
jeans, a navy blue Nike T-shirt, and black Timberland boots. It was comical to
discuss what we were wearing.
Karen decided to spend the day with me seeing that she didn't have much of an interest
of hanging with her sister Fiona. Besides, she still had to get me back for making
her lose in the tournament, at least she planned on it. Toward the end of our day
together, Karen suggested that we find a good resting place. We had been driving and
chatting since we left the arena and hadn't taken the time to truly enjoy each other's
company. I didn't want to blurt out where I was staying, luckily Karen did.
And so we drove back to the town house my friend and I rented out.
Like a classic gentleman, I opened the door to the town house for Karen. She and I
both walked in and began to talk some more. Karen seductively sat down in a nearby
chair. As she did so, I stood behind her and placed my hands on her shoulders.
I gently glided my thumbs across the skin of her back. Up and down each
shoulder blade and in between each disc in her spine. I noticed how her body
shivered and goose bumps rose across her neck. Was she enjoying this? Was she
enjoying the back massage? Or was this a sign for something else?
Karen decided it was time to do what she does best . . . dominate people. She
jumped up from the chair and put her tongue in my mouth. Our bodies locked together
like magnets and slammed into one wall of the room and into another. We bounced off
everything like a pinball. I do believe we managed to break a few things here and
there. Some how or another, Karen even managed to strip me of my t-shirt leaving me
bare chested. In the middle of the madness, Karen and I found ourselves in a
bedroom. At this point, there was no turning back.
Karen pushed away from me trying to catch her breath. Once she centered herself,
she ordered me in a calm but forceful voice for me to bow at her feet. A cocky grin
emerged on my face, and I shook my head "no". Karen looked at me with a
bit of a stern expression and then commanded me to get on the floor. This time
I spoke and said "no".
Her eyes said everything. Here was a guy who is greatly interested in her, and
just made out with her, but now here he stands not taking orders. It was now the
perfect time to get back at me for accidentally costing her in the tournament.
Karen leaped forward targeting my head with her right foot. Oh the joy of
watching it come at me in slow motion. I was amazed to see that her clog hadn't
flown off her foot as she came at me. But all fun things had to come to an end (at
least this part of it). I blocked her kick with my left forearm and then wrapped my
left arm around her ankle. I heard the thud of an object hitting the wall behind me,
which turned out to be Karen's right clog. Karen was now stuck with her socked right
foot in my possession.
I suppose she knew some sort of technique to get out of the situation at hand, yet she
didn't use it. She must have found this funny because she asked me if I
wanted control, meanwhile she tried to tickle my back with her sock covered toes.
She smiled at me, and I smiled back. But I just couldn't resist my temptation to do
what happened next. I jerked her right leg toward me and picked her up by the
waist. I then turned and slammed her right onto the bed. We both giggled at
what I had done but I noticed there were two socked feet rubbing my leg. I
turned back and noticed the other clog came off when I picked her up. She seemed
some what relieved to have her feet out of her shoes, but if only another step could be
taken.
Again, her eyes said everything. I pushed her body further up the bed leaving
only her feet to hang off the edge. I gently stroked the soles of her socks with my
thumbs. I would apply a bit of pressure and then rub my thumbs over her arches and
heels. As nice as the foot massage felt, I could tell she wanted more. I
started to trace the edges of her feet, watching them flex whenever I'd touch a ticklish
spot. I then moved my hands up her ankles and into her pant legs, getting a grip on
the top of her socks. I peeled them off as slowly as I could knowing that Karen was
enjoying having them removed from her feet. When I finished taking her socks off I
decided to do something playful and started blowing cool air onto her toes. I
couldn't help but stare in awe at her ten unpolished toes wiggle as the wind from my lungs
went through them. She looked at me as if she were in for the biggest treat of her
life.
I then went back to rubbing her feet. Her soles felt so soft, but not like a
baby's skin though as she was a mature women. Karen would laugh and even moan a bit
as I massaged her feet. I noticed she had been laying on her elbows so she could see
everything I was doing. I would tickle her feet here and there just to hear her
giggle which was just a big turn on for me. I decided to target her perfect toes for
a little while. I twisted and corkscrewed her toes, playing with them like little
dial knobs. Karen would play back a bit, trying to grip my fingers with her toes.
Her elbows gave out and her back crashed to the bed. I must have
been doing something really good to her. After a good thirty minutes of massaging
Karen's feet, I decided push my boundaries to see how far I'd go before she stopped me . .
.
I stopped rubbing her feet and began to kiss the tips of each toe. I watched her
look up at me wondering what I was doing. I noticed she was lightly biting her
bottom lip. Was she nervous, or was this some sort of a look she was giving me to
turn me on. In any case, the face she made almost sent me over the edge. But I
wasn't going to let a cute face knock me out of focus. Karen lost focus earlier that
day and it cost her a prize, I refused to lose focus because I didn't want to lose my
prize . . . Karen in ecstasy.
I again slipped my hands up her pant legs, lightly scratching the soft skin of her shins.
Karen almost jumped out of her pants from the tickling sensation on her legs.
Even though I was feeling her up, I could only go so far from the bottom. I
removed my hands from her pants but I wasn't going to stop. I started massaging the
insides fo Karen's thighs with one hand and lifted her top up enough to expose her nicely
toned stomach. I then gripped onto Karen's waist, playfully putting my thumbs
through the belt loops. With her top lifted up I started kissing the beautiful skin
on Karen's tummy.
I couldn't help but look at Karen's face as she would constantly change expressions.
Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open, breathing in and out as soft as
possible, and each kiss on her belly would cause a ticklish grin to blink across her face
before returning to the look of pleasure. My tongue did a bit of exploring, sliding
across her skin like a feather. My tongue traced the sides of her stomach and on the
edge of her pants before devilishly probing her belly button. Two soft hands grabbed
my head and started pulling me up toward Karen's breasts. All I could think was how
could I say no to this???
I gently peeled her top off, bringing it up to her wrists before completely removing
them. With a quick move of my hands, her top now was being used to keep her
wrists tied together. Karen's expression changed into a look of concern.
She had always been use to being the dominant person in moments like this, but now she was
being completely submissive. I pushed her hands back above her head, looking down at
her with a kind, trusting face staring into her eyes. I kissed her on the lips and
told her to just relax, that she was not being dominated or submissive, and that she was
going to enjoy the moment to come.
With her top off I lowered myself to Karen's body. I kissed down her body
starting at her forehead, then her lips, next her neck, followed by above her breasts, and
back to her stomach. I stuck my tongue out again, flicking it across her tummy and
then around her nipples. Karen was now breathing in as deep as she could. She
would let out little grunts as I lightly sucked on her nipples. She had barely moved
her arms, which once were above her head. Now she used them to rest her head on
since the pillows were further on up the bed. My right hand decided to explore her
lower half, tickling and gliding over her waist. Finally my hand found Karen's blue
jean covered crotch. Needless to say, she was very excited and wet from my actions.
I knew that if I kept it up, the climax would be . . . explosive.
Karen tried to move her hips so she could get a better feeling of the sensation building
between her legs. She seemed so desperate to get what she wanted. I couldn't
help but give her a hand. I undid the button to her jeans which nearly fired off
like a bullet. With her hands still tied but anxious for instant pleasure,
Karen ripped the zipper out of place. I pulled her pants off her body,
revealing an unbelievable angelic form. To my amusement, I couldn't help but notice
she wasn't wearing any panties.
However I couldn't let this get in my way. I bent down and started kissing her
ankles, working my way up her lower half until my face was hovering over her moist vagina.
I looked deep into her eyes, wanting her to say what she wanted me to do.
Instead she split her legs apart and clamped them down on my head. She was so worked
up that she could barely mumble "Pay back time". Even though I had planned
on doing this, I was now being forced to eat Karen out.
Her legs were crushing my head like a nut cracker, but I knew she wouldn't try to hurt
me too much because she wouldn't have me around to finish her off. I could barely
concentrate on giving Karen head. My brain pounded as oxygen was getting cut off,
yet I refused to stop pleasuring Karen's lower half.
She had a grip on me no doubt. However I'd been in this position
before, fighting many bad asses on the street. Young punks who thought they
could take me down with certain body holds. I suppose Karen caused me to have a
flash back. Memory took over as I recalled a guy doing the same thing to me, choking
me with his legs. The flash back moved in synchronization with my current situation.
I remembered picking my opponent up with his legs still wrapped around my head, in
turn I did the same to Karen. From there my relapse had me completely vertical with
my enemy straddling my shoulders. The same thing was happening to Karen.
Finally I remembered leaning forward with great momentum, slamming my oppositions neck and
shoulders onto the hard pavement below. Luckily, Karen's body was dumped onto the
bed, breaking her fall. However my actions caused her to release her legs
from around my head.
I crawled up the bed pinning her down with my body. Karen stared at me with a
look of fear. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before. A guy she had
control of suddenly became aggressive and now had her scared enough to be at his mercy.
Our faces were inches apart. My mind was finally coming back to reality and
noticed how scared she looked. I showed her a soft smile on my face, hoping to calm
her down. Karen still wasn't at ease, so I did the only think I could think of to
help her relax. I kissed her. I probed her mouth with my tongue as soft and
gentle as I could. I tried my best to give the kind of of kiss one only sees in the
movies. She took my move the right way and finally calmed down, exploring back with
her own tongue.
It was only for a few seconds that our faces stayed locked together. As we broke
apart from each other, an idea came to mind. I started brushing her hair with my
finger tips, teasing her scalp with my nails. She giggled again, the same giggles
that were such a turn on for me. If we weren't in the middle of our fun, I believe
we would have been cuddling together. Continuing to stroke her head I asked her if
she ever heard of the "Alphabet Technique". She shook her head
"no" so I gave her the brief details. Karen seemed eager to experience
such a thing and almost begged me to perform on her. I got back down to her lower
half, hovering my face over her highly excited pussy. She giggled at me one last
time before laying completely still on the bed. I seperated her legs as wide as I
could, practically opening her buzzing blossom with little effort. Now was the time
for the climax . . . her climax . . . Karen's climax.
My tongue split out of my lips, stroking her sensitive labia. Karen jerked
causing my tongue to slide deeper into her wet tunnel. This accident thrilled
her and she almost screamed for me to start doing the alphabet. I pulled my
tongue out and took a deep breath. This was the moment of truth. This
was going to be a wild ride for me and for her. Each letter caused all kinds of
feelings throughout her body, but it would take too long to describe.
A-D: Karen giggled a bit saying I was tickling her but
then she started moaning softly, just beginning to enjoy the technique.
E-I: Karen began to have electrical spasms as her clit came out
of hiding.
J-O: Karen started making "Oh" faces, feeling the
orgasm building from within. Most girls don't make it through "K" but she
continued to press on.
P-S: Karen's legs were high in the air, toes curling and
uncurling. She breathed as hard as a marathon runner.
T: Karen's arms were no longer behind her head but tweaking her
nipples. Some how she managed to get out of her restraints.
U: Her hips bucked up and down almost making me lose focus on
her throbbing clitoris.
V: Cumming closer to the end, two diagonal licks ending at the
tip of Karen's love button.
W: Karen put her legs back at the sides of my head but her feet
were still in the air. She was screaming as loud as she could for she was on the
brink of bliss.
X finally marked the spot:
Karen's legs bent at the knees, crashing her feet down on my bare back. Her
toes dug into my skin like eagles claws. Karen released her tits and grabbed me by
the head as hard as she could, as if trying to hold onto me. Her lower
half raised up into the air leaving only her shoulders, neck and head on the bed.
She held onto my head and torso as tightly as she could with her hands and feet.
My tongue still in her, making her quivering clit burst out extra orgasmic
waves. Karen road my face like a professional cowgirl during a rodeo event. If
only she were wearing a hat with a lasso in her hands.
Karen's climax . . . I mean multiple climaxes . . . thrashed her body from one end
of the bed to the other. How she kept consciousness remains a mystery to me today.
I could see her eyes glazing and rolling into the back of her head. Karen's
legs had already slipped off my shoulders, finding a resting place on both sides of my
body. Her hands were no longer holding my head but instead trying to push my
face off of her tired vagina. I pulled out and watched her shake and shiver for
nearly a good three minutes.
Karen laid there, outta' breath and barely able to do anything at the moment. Her
beautiful naked body could no longer take the pleasure I had given her and she came
extremely close to shutting down. I noticed she was laying down in a spread eagle,
and that's when I noticed something poking out of Karen's pussy . . . her clit . . . still
erect even after all she had been through. Karen opened her eyes to see me staring
between her legs. She realized that she was still a little horny but knew she
couldn't take anymore. However she also knew I wasn't going to stop, and a tear fell
from her eye.
My face dipped down back between her legs. I kept hearing Karen's plea for me to
stop but I didn't listen. My lips wrapped around her clit with my tongue lightly
flicking it from inside my mouth. Karen mumbled many words of pleasure,
even though I couldn't make out many of them. She was not able to scream but only
grunt, groan and moan since she was still out of breath. The orgasmic electricity
fired throughout her body, starting at the tips of her fingers and toes, working back
toward her exhausted, spasming clitoris.
Every inch of Karen's body shook, almost vibrating. Every sensitive part of her body
buzzed at an incredible rate. I had to let go and back away from her lower half just
a bit, otherwise my brain would have been turned into a milk shake. Karen's fists
were bald tightly, her toes were spread as wide as possible. Karen's hips bucked up
and down violently. This final orgasm wasn't giving up. Karen even reached
down between her legs and squeezed them together on her hands tightly in hopes of
calming herself down, but it didn't work. Karen's lips quivered and her eyes went in
all directions. If only she could stop this crazy wildfire burning at the center of
her pleasure.
Karen had no choice but to ride this thing out, but she knew something was soon to
"cum". It seemed like all of this took place in slow motion. Her
legs were finally parting ways but her hands still rested at her cunt. She pulled at
the skin, opening herself up with her fingers. Her vagina was fully exposed.
That's when it happened. Karen lifted her rear off the bed and slung her head and
neck forward and backwards. Her eyes were closed tight with her mouth wide open, but
she never made a sound. Finally she squeaked "Hi-Ya" and sprayed my face
with girl cum like a water gun at point blank range.
Karen had her last climax of the evening. Everything went weak throughout her
body, physically and mentally. Every muscles liquefied with the sensations
of tingling and finally going numb. Her brain caved in and Karen fell into a
light coma. She laid on the bed unconscious or at least sleeping like a horny girl
who just passed out from an hour of continuous orgasms. The bed covers was
dripping from her wetness. I decided to remove them and let her lay on the bed
covering. I then laid a blanket across her nude body, letting her sleep peacefully
and quietly.
Karen remained passed out through the evening. At random points I would lift the
blanket and lightly tickle her sleeping feet. Her toes would curl and her feet would
jerk and sometimes she would squeak out a little giggle that a loved to hear. As the
hours got later and later, I decided I needed some rest as well. I covered her feet
back up and camped out on the floor. I figured Karen would freak out or something if
she woke up with me in the bed next to her.
I awoke the next morning to a bit of a surprise. My left arm was completely numb and
I couldn't get up. When I looked at my problem, it turned out to be Karen. At
some point in the evening, she got up and fell asleep next to me in the floor.
Slowly she woke up too. We both had a casual morning discussions "Sleep Well,
Breakfast, Had fun last night." It was a good thing to wake up to.
Later that afternoon, Karen and her sister Fiona would be leaving to go home. It
was comical to see Karen so eager to do something "special" for me before she
left. I had to remind her the guys could also remember important and special events,
like the one she and I shared the night before. I escorted the two sisters both back
to the airport. Fiona watched from a side as Karen and I engaged in a final kiss.
Time seemed to stand still for those few seconds we were together.
Karen then turned and walked with her sister up the terminal toward their plan. I
could over hear Fiona teasing Karen, saying things like "What all did you do last
night," and "When is he going to come to London?" I watched their
plan take off from the airport parking lot. I didn't know whether or not I'd get to
see her again, but I was happy for the night before. And I was sure that she would
never forget about it either.
As the plane disappeared into the clouds I lowered the top to my Convertible Mustang.
My friend had already left and now I had to catch up. I turned the radio up
as loud as I could, wanting to deafen out all the other distractions ahead. The sun
was setting further on up the road and I could see my friend's car in the distance at a
gas station. I passed by laughing as loud as I could. Not because I passed my
friend or because something funny was on the radio. No, I was laughing because
I could still hear Karen's giggling, continuously tickling my ears all the way home.
