Karen and Fred
By Freedom_Denied (freedomdenied0@gmail.com)
Started: May 10, 2009
Last modified: June 18th, 2009

-----Acknowledgments and Notes-----
This story takes place in the Naked in School (http://www.asstr.org/~NIS/) universe originally created and written about by Karen Wager.  I tried to keep the characters as close as possible to how they were originally presented (note “Notable Changes” section below), but I may have strayed, or a change may have been necessary for the story to unfold how I wanted.

To the real Karen:  Sorry if you feel offended or violated by any of the things done to the NIS Karen in this story :).

-----Notable Changes-----
The main changes in this story all hinge on a change in time.  In writing this story, I assumed that school had just started in the original Karen story.  That said, this story takes place much later that year, presumably towards the end of the year.

Also, Karen’s story was written in third person (“I did” instead of “She did”).  It felt unnatural for me to write from the viewpoint of a girl, although much of the action is from the viewpoint of Karen, just not first person.  (The story focuses on her feelings, so on.)

I should also note that the kind of change that has obviously happened to society in this story could not possibly happen in under a year in reality.  It's a story though, so just like on TV, pretend it's possible.

Character changes:

Society-In this story, the NIS program has spread across the country (or more realistically, it started in the entire country at the same time since it couldn’t have spread during a school year).  Society has become much more open about nudity and sexuality.  Casual sex is normal, and people (especially school students) have very little emotional attachment left to sex.

Parents-Parents have undergone massive changes.  Basically most parents are like Karen’s parents in the original story.  (Remember when her dad asked her if she had sex with Mike, she responded just oral, and he behaved as if it were a good start?  Think of most parents behaving like that.)

Karen-The story taking place much later than when Karen was first drafted into the Program, she has progressed a ton and is no longer shy at all.  She regularly walks around her house naked (like the rest of her family), and she is known to have casual sex in the story.  Like most students, she only sees sex as something that feels good, and she has sex with all of her male friends (presumably, although she does have sex with a lot of them in this story) with little attachment.  In fact, Karen and her friends openly talk about their sexual experiences with each other, often joking and poking fun at each other.

Karen’s Family-Karen’s family is sexually open just about as much as Karen is.  Karen’s parents are fine with her and her brother having sex (not with each other, of course, with other people), and a couple of times they openly discuss sex with her.  Karen’s brother is 13 years old, has not been through the program yet (although he does walk around his house naked sometimes), and although he is not shy about nudity in the least bit, he is still shy about sex and still perceives sex as something emotional (although only slightly).

Karen’s Friends (Guys)-Pretty much all of the main guys in the original Karen story are now Karen’s friends.  They’re pretty much friends with her in the same sense that people are friends not in the NIS universe (talk at school, hang out, gossip, so on), except for all of Karen’s friends have sex with each other.  (The sex in her friend circle is discussed multiple times, but the story follows just Karen.)

Karen’s Friends (Girls)-In the original Karen story, not many girls were mentioned, and those that were mentioned were not talked about in a positive sense.  So, I simply created a couple of girls with whom Karen is friends.  They are assumed to be long term friends, or at least long term enough to be emotionally close to.

-----List of Characters-----

-Karen
Karen Wagner is the main character.  See “Notable Changes” to see how she has changed in this story in regards to the original Karen story.

(Karen’s family)
-Karen’s Parents
Pretty much typical parents except they actively encourage their kids to experiment sexually (not with each other, just to clarify).
-Jimmy
Karen’s brother.  He’s entirely open to nudity, but he still sees some emotional ties in sex.  He is also portrayed as still seeing sex as shameful, dirty, or secretive.  Jimmy appears many more times in this story than in the original story.  (For those of you who didn’t pay attention to the original story or don’t feel like rereading, Jimmy is 13 in the original story, but he has turned 14 in this story.)

(Karen’s Male Friends)
-Fred
Fred is pretty much the same as the typical guy in this story.  He’s a good friend and cares about Karen, but just like Karen’s other friends, he’s very interesting in being sexual with her.  In fact, Karen first met Fred (and presumably became friends with him) after some semi-consensual sex in biology class one day when Fred was rough with Karen, much to her liking.
-Mike
Mike originally befriended Karen in the original story after gym.  Open about it from the beginning, his initial interest was mainly sexual, but between the original story and this one it is assumed that he has changed into more of a traditional friend (read: he’s not just after some pussy).  (He does regularly have sex with Karen in gym though if time permits.)
-Jeff & Rick
Jeff and Rick are almost always mentioned together when scenes are important, and it seems to me that the only reason there are two of them in the original story is to have two original bodies and two similar personalities.  That scheme is followed in this story.  They don’t play a big role in this story, but they do come up fairly often.

(Karen’s female friends)
-Anna
Karen’s only mentioned female friend in this story.  Anna is portrayed as less attractive than Karen but still quite attractive.  Her entire purpose in the story is basically plot progression, and it would’ve been odd had Karen only had male friends.

(Other)
-Roger
Jimmy’s friend.  His main role in the original story was to be the plot carrier for Karen being forced into sex at his house by him, his brother and his brother’s 3 friends.  In this story, he is portrayed as a close friend of Jimmy’s, but he makes sexual advances on Karen when ever possible.  (He doesn’t particularly have an eye for her, although he does find her extremely attractive.  He is interested in sex with anyone, but especially Karen since she was his first, and she is older and super attractive.)
-Nikki
Jimmy’s girlfriend.  Another character not mentioned in the original Karen story.  Not much to say about her.  Her and Jimmy have a relationship typical of 14 year olds, except for they have sex a lot, so much that it’s often a family joke.

-----Synopsis-----
Karen is propositioned by Fred to go to his house for a weekend of fucking.  She goes to his house Friday night.  The story starts Thursday.

-----Codes-----
hs, mf, m+f, m+f+, pain, mdom, fdom, humil, ds, anal

-----Story-----


The beeping of Karen’s alarm clock woke her abruptly from a good dream.  She couldn’t remember the dream, but she knew she wanted to finish it.  She smacked the snooze button.

10 minutes later, still wondering what her dream had been, she caved to the alarm’s annoying blaring and rolled out of bed.  She thought the cold morning air felt good on her naked body as she stood and stretched.

She clunked into the bathroom and turned her shower water on.  She took her socks off (for some reason her feet were always cold at night) then felt the stream of water coming out of the spout to check its warmth.  She pulled the knob on it so that the water began coming out of the shower head, and then she stepped in.  She washed off quickly, washed her blonde hair, turned off the water and stepped out.  After drying her self off, she walked out of her open bathroom door (she still closed the door when using the toilet, but for showering, she rarely remembered), put on a pair of panties and then walked through her open bedroom door.



Karen stopped at the thermostat on the way down the hall to turn it up a couple of degrees.  “It’s freezing!” she thought, rubbing her arms and noting her erect nipples.  She thought about getting a robe or shirt, but she didn’t feel like going back.

“I already turned it up,” she said to Jimmy, her younger brother as he came out of his room and headed for the thermostat.  “It’s freezing,” he mumbled back.  “Then put some clothes on?” Karen said.

After Karen went through The Program, Jimmy had wondered what it felt like to go around naked.  The Saturday morning after the week Karen had gone through the program, Karen’s family had been in the kitchen eating and watching TV.  “Mom, dad, do y’all care if I’m naked sometimes?”  His mom paused with her cereal filled spoon half way to her mouth, and his dad put down the morning paper for a second, something he rarely did before finishing.

“Uhhh…  I don’t know why not.”  His dad said.  Neither of his parents cared at all, but it had caught them off guard.  “You didn’t even need to ask us,” his mother added.

“OK, cool… I was just wondering.”

“Just want to know what it’s like?” Karen prodded.

“Yeah, just curious,” Jimmy responded.

Sunday morning, Jimmy came down in just his boxers.  “Were you always this cold, Karen?” was the first thing he said.  “You get used to it,” she said.

Soon it became normal for Jimmy to just stay in boxers before getting dressed for the day.  On lazy days, he might stay in boxers all day.  At first to Karen and his parents he had seemed nervous, but eventually he loosened up.

Eventually one morning in the kitchen before school, Jimmy knocked cereal into his lap.  “Dammit!” he cursed.  He got another bowl of cereal after cleaning the floor, then he sat down, but he stood back up.  “Gah, my boxers are cold…  I’ma go change.”  He started up the stairs to go to his room, but then Karen stopped him.

“You could just take them off.”

He blushed and kept walking up the stairs.  “Chicken!”  Karen yelled after him.  “We won’t laugh if you have a tiny pecker!”

“You always wear panties!” he retorted, walking back down the stairs.

“Do you want my ass rubbing all over everything?”  Karen countered.  “Look,” she said standing up, “No big deal!”  She yanked her panties down dramatically and sat back down.

Jimmy didn’t know how to respond to that.  He started to walk back up the stairs, but Karen made fun of him again.  “Chicken,” she whispered.

He stormed back down the stairs and almost tore his boxers off.  “There!”

Karen laughed, “See that wasn’t so hard.”

Jimmy grunted and sat back down at his cereal.

Karen’s mom walked in and started looking through the pantry.  Jimmy stood up to take his bowl to the sink, and his mom turned around, holding a cereal bar.

“Wahh!” Karen’s mom said.  Jimmy quickly went up stairs and returned only when he was ready to go to school.  He sat at the counter waiting for Karen to be ready since she always drove him, and his mom wandered through.  “Jimmy, I just wanted you to know that I was just surprised earlier.  I don’t disapprove or anything.”

“Ok.” He mumbled, unsure what to say.
As if to prove a point, the next morning, Karen walked into the kitchen and almost had a heart attack.  “Ahh!  You’re naked!”  Her dad sat reading the paper naked, and her mom sat eating naked.  “You’re right; it does get cold,” her mom said casually.  “If we’re naked more often, I bet we’d save on the air bill in the summer,” her dad joked.

Karen kept laughing to her self as she ate with her naked parents around her.  She was used to seeing naked people, but it was kind of weird when it was her parents.  The Program meant that there were always naked people at school, both male and female.

When Jimmy came down the stairs, however, he was a bit freaked out.  “Oh my gosh!”  He screamed.  “Y’all are naked!”  Wearing boxers, Jimmy was the most clothed member of his family, Karen in just a thong being a far second.

Karen and Jimmy had never seen their parents not-fully clothed before, but soon the weirdness faded.  Soon, neither of them jumped anymore when they saw both of their parents barely clothed or naked sitting in the kitchen or living room.



Karen heard the heat kicking on upstairs as she went down stairs.  Her dad sat at the table, actually wearing a robe.  “Morning,” Karen muttered.  “Morning,” her dad echoed from behind his paper.

Karen got a bowl of cereal and sat down.  “You might find this funny,” Karen’s dad said, taking the lifestyle section of his paper and handing it Karen.  He pointed to the article at the top of the front page, but Karen had already spotted it.  There was a picture of a naked girl to the side of the article, but that wasn’t the interesting part.

[i]
Teens Having More Sex
Amount of Sexually Active Teens 9 Times Higher

NEW YORK CITY—The Naked in School Program.  A very strange name for such a dramatic thing.  Starting now as young as 7th grade, although most schools start it around 9th, “The Program” as most people call it, has now grown into a national thing.  As noted in the news over the past few months, most other developed countries have seen what it has done here in the U.S. and are planning to implement it next year to some extent.

In England, starting in 10th grade, all students will attend school nude every other Friday.  In Australia and New Zealand, February is now “Nude Month,” and every student will be required to attend school in the nude for at least 5 days of the month.

In France, Spain, and Japan, their programs will work similarly to The Program in the U.S.  The French Minister of Education has even talked to the American Secretary of Education to get advice on how to implement a program and how to avoid problems.

The Program has drastically changed schools—cheerleaders now cheer nude, swim teams no longer wear clothes, and so on, but how has The Program affected teens private lives?

When ever teens were asked how their private lives had been changed by The Program, one thing kept coming up over and over again.  “I have a lot more sex.”

According to the U.S. Center for Disease Control, only 6 years ago (the last time statistics were collected), 10% of teens 16 or older said that they were sexually active, and 3% of teens said that they were having sex on a regular basis.  Of those teens sexually active, 95% were in a relationship, and of those having sex, 98% were in a relationship.

According to a study completed yesterday by USA Today, 72% of teens 16 or older are sexually active, and 58% of teens 16 or older say that they regularly have sex.  Statistics follow:

Age	% Sexually Active
13	25%
14	40%
15	48%
16	64%
17	70%
18	81%

Age	% Having Sex
13	12%
14	14%
15	26%
16	52%
17	54%
18	60%


Age	% Virgins
13	85%
14	83%
15	70%
16	47%
17	44%
18	20%

Age	% Virgins Who are “Saving Sex for Marriage”
13	50%
14	45%
15	37%
16	15%
17	12%
18	3%

89% of students of students that have gone through The Program have given or received oral sex
76% of students who have gone through The Program have had sex
Number of reported teen pregnancies this year: 22
Percent of sexually active teens with one or more STDs:  0.0003%
(The CDC estimates that of all the students in the United States, fewer than 1,000 have STDs.)


Paul Rutherford, a well known Priest at New York City’s largest cathedral has grim views on these statistics.  “Suddenly people have become too comfortable with sexuality.” He said condemningly in a phone interview.  “Yes, STDs have been cured, and accidental pregnancy has practically been eliminated, but people need not forget their beliefs.  You may not get pregnant or contract a disease, but God is watching, and he does not forget!”

When asked how many teenagers confess sexual sins, Father Rutherford responded, “Every Sunday teenagers come in seeking forgiveness.  ‘I gave my boyfriend a blow job.’  ‘I had sex with someone.’  ‘I was fingered by my boyfriend.’  The list goes on and on!  God does forgive, but it’s a smack in his face when the same people come back every week confessing the same sins.”

Religious icons have strongly opposed The Program, and even more strongly opposed the growing rates of sexually active teens, but what about others?

According to the same USA Today survey that asked teens about sexual activity, 75% of parents say that they do not care if their teenagers are sexually active, 36% say they think having sex is good for their children, 33% of parents say that they encourage their children to be sexually open, and 21% of parents encourage their children to have sex.

Thousands of parents and teens were asked how they felt about sex as to benefits, but most of the responses followed one of a couple.

75% of parents simply said that they do not care whether or not their child is sexually active.  Kim, 43, in regards to her 18 year old son simply said, “I don’t like to think about him having sex, and we don’t discuss it any, but I know he does, and I haven’t acted to stop him.”  When asked what she would do if she walked in on him and a girl having sex, she said, “I don’t know…  I would probably just leave the room.”


Kathy, 38, and Anna, 17, were asked a few questions.  (Interviews were done in various places.  In some places, parents or children were alone, but like in this case, they were together and interviewed together.)

“I think Anna should have sex if she wants.  By this point, she’s old enough to know what she wants to do, and sex is no exception.” Kathy said when asked if she thought Anna should have sex.

Like most parents, Kathy had to think a second when asked if she thought having sex was good for Anna.  “I guess in some ways.  I haven’t seen any bad come from it.  I guess it’s good because it feels good and can be relaxing.”

She did acknowledge a concern of those deemed “conservatives” though.  “Some girls may feel pressured into sex, and some may not feel satisfied emotionally with their sexual relationships.”

When Anna was asked if she thought teenagers should be having sex or sexually active, she responded very clearly.  “I think sex is a good thing,” she began.  “It feels good, and in some cases, like mine, it can make two people feel closer together.  Unfortunately, I’ve seen girls pressured into sex, but most of the time the people having sex are glad they’re having sex.”



When two parents were asked about their daughter, they both agreed that she should not have sex.  “We feel that she isn’t emotionally ready.” They explained.


78% of girls polled said that they no longer saw their first time as a life changing experience or a loss of innocence.
[/i]

The article continued, but Karen was going to be late for school.

“What do you think of me having sex,” Karen asked her dad, very curious.

“Hmm,” he thought.  “A year ago I would have said I didn’t think you were ready or should have it, but after The Program, I think that you should do what ever you want.”

“Do you like having sex?” He asked her.

“Wow this conversation would’ve been awkward 6 months ago,” Karen said.  “Yeah, I do.”

“Have you ever been hurt?”

“No.”

“Then why not?”

“What about Jimmy?”  Karen questioned right as he came down the stairs ready to leave for school.

“I think he should do it if he wants.”

Jimmy looked confused until his dad continued on.

“I think he’s already been there though… The other day I walked into his bedroom to tell him something, and he and his girlfriend were… busy.”

“You could’ve knocked!  Besides, you know she was in the program last week!”  Jimmy defended as he began walking towards the door.

“So why would she be naked out of school?”

“I… well… we weren’t doing it!  I was… helping her with her shyness.”  He opened the door and started out as Karen followed.

“Was your penis helping drive the shyness out of her vagina?”  Karen’s dad laughed a little.

Jimmy closed the door.

After two minutes driving down the road, Karen said, “Jimmy, you don’t have to be shy about sex.”

He grunted in response.

“Mom and Dad don’t care.”

He grunted again.  “In fact, when I was in the program, Mom and Dad encourage me to expand my sexual horizons.”

“Did they ever walk in on you?”

“Well, no…”  Karen paused.  “But they wouldn’t care.”

“It’s weird!”

“Jimmy, they’ve seen you naked tons of times, and half the town has seen Nikki naked between The Program and cheering at the junior high games, so what does it matter if they see y’all doing it?”  Some school didn’t start naked sporting activities until high school, but Karen and Jimmy’s started everything in 8th grade.  Jimmy’s girlfriend had been in the 5th or so wave of Program students, but she had been cheering naked before that.

“It was just weird.”

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of.  Everyone likes sex.”

“Can we just drop it?”

“Ok fine…  But Mom and Dad don’t care where you stick your penis.”

Jimmy was silent until Karen dropped him off at the junior high building.  “See you later.” He said.

“Bye,” Karen answered.




Karen’s was dreading a boring Thursday.  Monday’s were always interesting to see who had been chosen for the program, but besides that, there was no expected entertainment throughout the week.  The allure of naked students running around had worn off, and it was no longer made school exciting.  That’s not to say that The Program was fading though.  On the way into school, Karen saw a group of guys making Reagan, a bitchy cheerleader, show them her pussy and ass.


Algebra was usually boring, but that day the beginning of class wasn’t too bad.  

He had chosen Michelle the day before, so Mr. Dennison had Reagan come to the front of the class and took suggestions as to how to make a math problem.

When The Program first began, he was notorious for making students in The Program participate in class, but as the Program Progressed, he usually did two start-up questions with a girl and a guy in the class.  

He was good at exploiting the program.  A few weeks into the program, he figured out a good way to get people to shut up.  Two girls kept talking in the back, so Mr. Dennison made them be the start-up people the next day.  After one had a problem done to her that involved the depth of her vagina compared to the circumference and the other had a problem involving how straight she could keep her back while leaning over facing away from the class naked, neither of them talked very much anymore.

This morning, Karen tried to stay awake as Mr. Dennison told the class some measurements and to come up with the equation of a graph of a parabola that would start at the top of a girl’s pussy and pass through her nipples.

The suggestion for the male Program student made the class laugh a little.  “If we need a short amount of time for a problem, we could measure how long he last in bed,” his ex-girlfriend muttered.

The class laughed, but Mr. Dennison acted unfazed.  “Wonderful idea, Caroline!”

“What?!  Mr. Dennison, I was kidding!”  She said.

“Well, I haven’t heard any other suggestions.”

“But, we aren’t studying anything that has to do with time!”

“Well, no…  But I don’t hear anyone else offering any suggestions.”

“I thought you couldn’t make students touch each other?”

“Remember the first day we started doing these start-ups?  Remember? ‘If a suggestion involves another person, the person who gives the suggestion is automatically involved unless someone else volunteers.’”  He smiled.  “Any volunteers?”

It was rare for suggestions to need a volunteer, but for girls needing a partner, guys almost always volunteered, but no girls ever volunteered for guys.

“Can I at least get bonus on my last test?”  The girl asked.  Mr. Dennison had another rule.  If someone volunteered, the volunteer would receive bonus points for his or her act depending on what the act was.  Generally anything involving penetration was 20 points for a girl and 5 points for a guy, anything else was typically 10 points for a girl and 5 points for a guy.  When he first announced his system, a couple of parents complained.  The parents said it wasn’t ethical to whore one’s self for grades, but the school concluded that it was “a great incentive for academic excellence and sexual experience.”

Penetration had only happened a couple of times.  After a tough test on synthetic and long division of higher order polynomials, a girl had suggested seeing how deep one of The Program boys in the class could get his penis in her.  She got 25 bonus points since not only did she let him see how deep he could get his dick, but she let him finish fucking her and cum.

Another time, Mr. Dennison gave the class a super hard test.  The class average was a 55, so he curved it 20 points, but a lot of grades were still bad.

“Today I’m going to do something different.” He announced.  He asked for a male volunteer.  About half the males volunteered, the other half scared of what it could be.  The half that didn’t volunteer regretted it a few seconds later once Mr. Dennison picked someone and announced the plan.

“Will anyone let him do what ever he wants to you for 100 points?”

“Awesome!” The guy exclaimed gleefully.

About half the girls raised their hands, Karen included.  She had an 83 in the class and wasn’t worried about her grade, but with 100 bonus points she could go all semester without doing homework.


“Will anyone do it for 90?”  Two girl’s hands went down leaving 14 still up.

“I will for 85!” a girl exclaimed.

“80!” a girl shrieked.

Karen had been about to offer 80, and she considered 75 but judged it to not be worth it.

It ended up being 55 bonus points.

Before the girl was even to the front of the room, the guy had his pants off, and he knew what he wanted.  “Lean over a desk with your legs spread,” he commanded.  She took of her pants and leaned over the guy’s empty desk and prepared to be fucked.  She rubbed her clit vigorously trying to get wet.

The guy dropped his pants and got behind her, his erection raging.  Every guy in the room craned his neck trying to see her getting fucked.  He rubbed her cunt a few times and let her get wet before he slid deep inside of her.  He humped roughly in and out, in and out.  After a few minutes he moaned and threw his head back as he came.  “Oohhhhh!” He exhaled, continuing to pump, letting his warm jizz shoot in her.

The girl was then allowed to go to the bathroom to get his cum out so it wouldn’t drip everywhere.



“No bonus points,” Mr.  Dennison said to Caroline.

“But I volunteered!”

“No, you were drafted,” Mr. Dennison said.  “Y’all have obviously had sex anyway, based on your comment.”

She huffed to the front of the room.  “At least it will be short if you’re honest,” Mr. Dennison laughed.

Karen had had a couple of run ins with Caroline before, and she was secretly a little happy when her ex told her to get on her hands and knees naked.  She took off all of her clothes and got on the ground, her legs spread in wait.

Mr. Dennison got a stop watch.  “Let’s verify the myth of Steve having a short fuse,” He said.

“They must have broken up on bad terms,” Karen heard the guy in front of her whisper to a friend a few seconds after Mr. Dennison announced a minute had passed.  He was probably right.  Steve had grabbed a handful of Caroline’s hair, and he was being far from gentle.

“No lasting pain!” Mr. Dennison had to chide when Steve got a little rough and pushed her face into the ground.

Steve finally came, and the class heard him lean forward to Caroline and whisper “You never let me do that, bitch!”

“You couldn’t dominate me if I let you,” Caroline retorted.

Mr. Dennison pretended not to hear.

“4 minutes and 33 seconds!  Quite impressive!” Mr. Dennison praised after glancing at his stop watch.


History was boring, as always.  The lesson was something about the Crusades’ effect on Middle Eastern countries, but Karen was working on her math homework so she drifted in and out of the lecture.


Gym was pretty typical too.  The class had to play basketball for about 40 minutes, but then they were given the rest of class to either continue playing basketball or just do whatever.

Mr. Roquette told the class they could hit the showers if they wanted, and about half the class, including Karen headed for the showers.  She was just going to talk to people, so why not talk to people while clean?

She walked through the door on the left, not sure if it was the male or female locker room.  Boys and girls were evenly distributed through each room since Mr. Roquette had told the class the locker rooms were coed now.

Karen walked past two naked girls and an almost naked guy before putting her bag down on a bench.  She took her barely sweaty gym clothes off and put them in her bag.  She loved days that they swam because she usually just swam nude so as to not have to bring gym clothes.

She had just gotten the water adjusted and stepped under for about 30 seconds before someone peaked behind her curtain.

“Ahh Karen!  Thought another girl’s bag was yours a second ago and just pulled back her curtain.”

“Sounds awkward, Mike” Karen laughed.

“Yeah…  She hit me.  Mind if I join you?”

“Come on in,” She grabbed his arm and pulled, but he stopped.

“Sec,” Mike said pointing at his shorts.  He had been playing basketball shirtless.

He stepped into the shower naked, and huddled with Karen under the warm water.

“Someone’s excited,” Karen laughed, pointing at Mike’s hard dick.

“What can I say?  You’re hot!”

“What makes you think you’re getting any?” Karen teased.

“What makes you think I want any?” Mike responded.

“That metal pole,” Karen laughed, pointing at his dick.

“Well, [i]someone[/i] said no yesterday and the day before.”

“Oh no!  Two days!” Karen laughed.  “Besides, I saw you getting head from the younger Brown sister.”

“Heh, yeah,” He smiled.  Sex in the locker room was quite common since it had become coed.  Most people usually stuck with oral, but based on the grunts and moans coming from around the room, lots of people were taking advantage of the extra time.

Mike brushed Karen’s hair out of her face, kissed her neck and then turned her around.  He pushed her against the wall, and she spread her legs.

“Ohhh?  Foreplay today?”  Karen questioned, surprised when she felt Mike’s tongue slide through her cunt.  “We have a lot of time today,” Mike explained.

Mike slipped his tongue in and out and fingered at the same time.  He licked rapidly, and three times he stopped when Karen was right on the edge.  “Gah!  I hate when you do this!”  She complained playfully.

“You know you like it!”  He said back.  “Your pussy is dripping!”

“I wonder if I can make you beg,” Mike mused.

“I wonder if [i]I[/i] can make [i]you[/i] beg,” Karen said deviously, turning around, pushing Mike against the opposite wall and dropping to her knees.

“Ooooo!”  Mike groaned, lightly grabbing Karen’s hair as she slid his cock down her throat.  “Oh God!” He continued when she swirled her tongue around the tip.

“I bet you want it in my pussy, don’t you?” She said seductively.

“No,” he said obviously trying to be tough.

She deep throated him and looked up to make eye contact.  He groaned and she felt his cock twitch.  She loved looking at guys when she had their cocks in her mouth; it was the easiest way to make them super excited.

“Do you want it?”

“Yes!”  Mike pled.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!”  He motioned for her to stand up, and she did so, but she stayed still when he tried to get her to turn around.

She grabbed his cock in her hand.  “Will you not have sex during gym until Monday?”

“But what about tomorrow?!” he begged.

She started to walk out of the shower.

“Fine!”

Karen turned around and spread her legs.  “I’m still getting head though,” Mike grunted, sliding into Karen’s cunt.

Karen felt the familiar feeling of fullness and wanted him to fuck her hard.  “Harder!”  She grunted.

He sped up.  “Harder!” She screamed.  Mike grabbed her hair and fucked her so hard her legs shook.

“Oh god!  Oh god!  Oh god!”

After a minute, Karen’s body erupted in ecstasy, and his fast, deep strokes drove the waves of pleasure even stronger.  “Oh!  Oh! Oh!”  Karen exclaimed.

Shortly after she finished cumming, Karen heard Mike’s breathing become heavy.  He tightened his grip on Karen’s sides and humped her faster.  “Oh god!  Oh fuccckkkk!” He moaned.  The curtain flew open dramatically, and Karen and Mike looked over, but neither stopped stopped.  “God!  Fuckkkkk!!!!”  Mike screamed, beginning to shoot into Karen.  He panted as he kept humping, his tender cock sliding against her pussy walls.

Karen and Mike looked back at the curtain when they heard someone clear his throat.

“Glad y’all were enjoying your selves,” Mr. Roquette scolded.  “Did you not hear me give the three minute warning a second ago?”

“No sir,” both answered in unison.

“Probably too busy moaning,” he glared.

Karen stepped out into the empty locker room and started dressing quickly.  “Cya Mike,” she hollered as she pushed through the wooden door, leaving him sitting on a bench alone tying his shoes.


“Cutting it close, Mrs. Wagner,” Mrs. Hooker greeted Karen as the bell rang.  “Don’t want to be late, I’m sure,” she chuckled.

Like everything in Karen’s biology class, Mrs. Hooker had even managed to make being tardy sexual.  If a guy were tardy, he had to be naked all class, and he had to let someone spank him 5 times with a wooden paddle.  If a girl were tardy, she had to either have sex with one guy, give oral sex to 5 guys or let every guy in the room spank her twice while nude.

Funny that the punishment for being tardy could take half of class, but no one had yet dared to be late.


Karen tried to remember the 4th step of photosynthesis as she stared at her test.  Mrs. Hooker made super hard tests, but like always she found a way to motivate students.

“Remember class,” she said as the bell rang, “Be naked when the bell rings tomorrow.”

After every test, the class always had a period of fucking.  People got to chose partners in the order of test score.  The guys liked first pick of girls, and the girls tried to avoid certain guys who were known to be a little rough.  Mrs. Hooker liked to brag that scores were up a letter grade from the previous year.



“Finally, lunch,” Karen thought.

She hurried to the cafeteria hoping to beat the rush.  After getting a tray she sat down at her usual table.

“Hey Karen,” Rick greeted her.

“Hey,” she answered.

“How do you think you did on the test?”

“Eh, I think I did decent.”

“Oh God!  I did terrible,” Anna chimed in.  “I hope I don’t get stuck with Chris Jones!” she moaned.

“Uhhh!  I’m glad I make good grades!”  Karen laughed.

“Did y’all hear what he did to Amanda Brown?” Fred asked.

“Yeah, I could see it out of the corner of my eye,” Anna said.  She had 3rd period biology, and Chris Jones was in her class.

“Damn the lunch line got long on me,” Mike said, sitting down his tray.

“Amber said her sister had to go to the nurse’s office and have cuts on her pussy and tits treated.” Mike said, taking a bite of his spaghetti.

“Mrs. Hooker suspended him for a week, and he has to wear a butt plug for the rest of the year” Anna stated, showing relief that he had been punished.

“What’d he do?” Karen asked.  She usually didn’t bother to keep up with what was happening at school, but it had caught her interest.

“I heard,” Rick whispered, leaning forward like he was discussing a conspiracy, “that he tied her to the wall, gagged her, put a choke chain on her, strapped a vibrator in her pussy, then butt fucked the hell out of her.”

“He put clips on her nipples and clit too,” Anna added.

“Ouch!” Karen hissed, her hand moving to her crotch.

“Why didn’t Mrs. Hooker stop him?” Fred asked.

“She was out in the hall talking to Mr. Harrison in the hall,” Anna explained.  “When she came in the room and saw what was going on, she flipped out.  Chris had to go with the principal, and Mrs. Hooker tried to comfort Amanda.  She was crying, bleeding and had chain marks on her neck.”

“I heard she thought about pressing charges, but Chris’ family [i]somehow[/i] persuaded her not to.”

“Damn, and I thought Fred was rough on me our first time,” Karen sighed.

“Seems like someone is always tying you up, Karen,” Anna laughed.

“I remember quite well you being tied up Saturday night,” Rick joked.

Anna blushed.


“Hey, Karen, wait up!” Fred yelled after Karen as she exited the cafeteria.

“What’s up?” Karen asked, resuming her walk down the hall, Fred following behind her.

“This is kind of random, but err… do you want to do something with me this weekend?”

“Oh, ummm…  I… err….  Well…” Karen stuttered.

“Oh!  Not like a date!”  Fred explained.  “I meant just hang out as friends.”

“And fuck?” Karen asked.

“Well, yeah.  By ‘hang out’ I mainly meant fuck.”  Fred smiled guiltily caught in his lie.

“Uhhh…  I’ll think about it,” Karen answered.

“We could get a group together.  Maybe 4 or 6 of us?  I bet Anna and one of the guys would be game.”

“Yeah, maybe…  I’ll think about it.”

Karen had no idea why she didn’t just say yes.  She had no problems with casual sex.  In fact, She had sex with guys quite often.  Mike during gym if they had free time, Rick and Jeff every now and then, and what ever guy she ended up with in Biology.  She wondered if she was afraid of developing feelings for him or something.

Karen giggled a little.

“What?” Fred inquired.

“Oh nothing….”  Karen had thought of Fred’s style of sex.  He was into domination, not exactly emotional sex.

“See ya tomorrow in Bio,” Fred said, going down a different hallway.


Karen’s English class watched the video version of Hamlet, and she almost fell asleep multiple times.

“Funny that that used to be considered racy,” someone mused when a provocative scene of Hamlet rolling around in bed with a girl came on.

Halle Berry had been the first A-list celebrity to break the movie barrier.  The movie, “Blast,” was a crappy action film involving robbing a bank, but it was the highest grossing movie of all time.  Berry was paid 10 million dollars for her role in the film.  At one point, she has sex with her partner, and real penetration is clearly shown for a few whole minutes.

Other celebrities followed, and in a matter of months, suddenly being an actor or actress required you to have sex on camera.  Conservatives were appalled and tried to get the government to block the films, but the movie industry had quadrupled.


Government class went by slowly too.  Her government teacher and her history teacher tried to stay together in lessons when possible, so her class was studying the history of government in the Middle East.


“God I hate the junior high traffic,” Karen said to Jimmy as he got in her car.  “Takes me forever just to pick you up.”

“Oh, hey Roger,” Karen greeted as Roger got in the backseat.  “Didn’t know you were coming.  How’s your grandma?”

Roger’s grandma had been diagnosed with lung cancer and was expected to die soon.

“Not good, although she’s still got some fight in her.  That’s actually why I’m coming over.  My parents had to leave town earlier to go see her.  I’m staying with y’all until they get back.”

“Oh, I hope she gets better very quickly,” Karen said, emphasizing the ‘very’ jokingly.

Jimmy and Roger started talking about a girl in The Program they both wanted to fuck, and Karen tuned them out.


“Mom?” Karen screamed through the house.

“I don’t think she’s home,” Jimmy said, walking up the stairs.

“Hmmm guess not, Karen thought when she looked in the empty garage.  Her parents usually got home around 5, usually an hour after she and Jimmy arrived at home.

Karen went to her room, did a little homework, watched some TV and read a couple of news sites on her computer.

Someone knocked on her door.  “Come in!” She blurted.

“Hey, will you go get Nikki?” Jimmy asked.

“Are y’all ever apart?”  Karen jabbed.  “Get mom or dad to.  Or get her parents to bring her over here.”

“Mom doesn’t want to, dad isn’t home, Nikki’s mom is shopping and her dad is mowing.”

Karen looked at the clock on her computer.  5:32.  “Dad will be home soon,” she argued.

“Please?”

“Gah, fine!”


“Roger, they’ve forgotten you already,” Karen joked.  Roger was sitting in the passenger seat and Jimmy and Nikki were making out in the backseat.


“Hey, Mom,” Karen said, walking in the door.  “Mmm something smells good,” she followed up, looking at the oven.”

“Dinner will be ready when ever your dad gets home.” Her mom said.

“Dad’s not home yet?”  She glanced at the clock on the microwave.  “It’s 6:02!”

“I guess it’s a late day,” her mom answered.


Karen went up stairs and finished her homework.


“Dinner’s ready!” Her mom yelled.

“Come on loverbirds, Roger; dinner’s ready,” Karen said when she walked through the upstairs living room.


Dinner was pretty good.  It was a frozen enchilada meal but still good.


Karen watched TV in her room for a while, then about 8 she went down stairs to get a glass of water.

“Hey Roger,” she said, noting he was alone in the living room watching some movie on USA.

“Where did Jimmy and Nikki run off to?”

“Apparently they’ve discovered the wonders of sex,” Roger laughed.

“Oh.  Rude of them to leave you,” Karen thought aloud, then continued going downstairs.

When she came back up, she laid her glass of water down on a side table and sat a cushion over from Roger on the couch.  “Whatcha watching?” she asked.

“Goldeneye.”

“Oh.”

“They’re still not back?”

“Nope.  Been gone about 10 minutes.”

“Damn.  Hopefully you don’t feel left out,” Karen laughed.

“I don’t think Nikki’s into group stuff, and I don’t think Jimmy likes sharing,” Roger giggled.

Roger scooted closer to Karen.

“We could….” Roger insinuated, elongating and leaving the “could” hanging.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Don’t want to.”

“Please?”

“Nope.  Don’t want to.”

“You didn’t want to that one day either,” Roger hissed, moving closer to Karen, alluding to the day he, his brother and his brother’s friends gang banged Karen with her not quite entirely consenting.

“Oh please, you couldn’t even get my clothes off without your brother and his friends’ help.”

“Wanna bet?”

Karen laughed.

“No seriously.  Wanna bet?”

Karen looked at him dubiously.  “What would the bet be?”

“I don’t know…  I win, you do what ever I want for an hour.”

“And if I win?” Karen asked.

“Up to you.”

“Hmmm…  There’s not really anything I want from you.”  She laughed.

“If you win,” Jimmy offered, “I won’t wear clothes at your house until my parents get home.”

“That’s a start, but that wouldn’t bother you that much.”

“Hmmm…”

“I could give you $50?”

“No, I don’t want to take your money.”

“I could…  Clean your room for a month?”

“What, are we seven?” Karen teased.  “How about,” she began, “if I win, you have to stay naked at my house until your parents get home, [i]and[/i] you have to wear a but plug for 5 hours.”

“2,” Jimmy bargained.

“3.”

“Deal.”

“So how do we know who wins?” Karen asked.

“How about if I can get your pants off and my fingers in your pussy in the next 5 minutes I win, if not I lose.”

Karen thought for a second.

“You’re wasting time!” Karen laughed as she ran across the room on the far side of the foosball table.

“I’m gonna get ya!” he yelled beginning to chase her around the table.

“Gah, this is too slow!” Roger yelled after 30 seconds of chasing Karen around the table in circles.

Karen ran as he hopped over the table, but she was too slow.

He pushed her into a corner and grabbed her pants’ button.  “Not so easy, little guy,” Karen teased, pushing him down on his butt, stepping out so she wasn’t cornered, and buttoning her pants back.

“Oh, we’re playing rough?” He asked rhetorically, grabbing Karen’s knees.

She wobbled frantically then fell on the ground, making an “Uhmmf” sound.

Karen glanced at the clock.  “Only 2 minutes and some odd seconds left!” she thought, trying to stand up.

Roger was large for an 8th grader, but Karen had still thought he would be weaker than he was.  “Stay still!” he screamed, pulling Karen back down and sitting on her legs.

He ignored her flailing arms slapping his arms and face and unbuttoned and unzipped her pants.

“Oh shit!” she thought, “A minute and a half!”

Karen tried to button her pants back, but Roger pinned her arms down with his feet.

She tried to stand up, but she couldn’t.  She rolled sideways, but realized that was a mistake.  He sat on her back, facing away from her and yanked on her pants.  She kicked furiously and spread her legs as wide as she could, but he was slowly working her tight blue jeans down.  She looked at the clock.  “45 seconds!”

Karen tried to stand up when she felt Roger get off of her back thinking maybe he had run out of time.  “Down, bitch!” Roger said, kicking the top of her back down.  He grabbed the bottom of her jeans and pulled frantically, knowing he had little time left.  She kicked and kicked, but he eventually grabbed her pants off her and threw them across the room.

“What the hell?!”  Jimmy interrupted.  “What are you doing, Roger?!”  He screamed, running towards him.  To him it had looked like he was attacking Karen.

“It’s a bet,” Karen yelled, trying to keep her panties on.  She rolled sideways and looked at the clock.  10 seconds!

“Gah!” Roger yelled and just ripped her thong off.  Karen tried to shut her legs, but Rogers fingers darted into her pussy.

He stood up, glaring down on her.

She started to stand up, and Roger smirked down at her.

“Couldn’t even get your clothes off, huh?!” He gloated.

Jimmy walked over and helped Karen up.  Nikki stood a few feet in the room looking awkward.  “What in the world are y’all doing?” Jimmy asked.

“We had a bet,” Karen said.  “If I won, he had to wear a butt plug for 3 hours and finish his stay with us naked.”

“I won,” Jimmy interrupted, gloating, “So I get to do what ever I want to her for an hour.”

“Ewww man!  Don’t have sex with my sister!”

Roger spanked Karen’s bare ass and smiled at Jimmy.

“That’s disgusting!  Eww!  Eww!  Eww!” Jimmy shrieked.

“Jimmy, loosen up,” Karen said. “It’s just sex.  Not like I like him or anything.”

“Ew!” Jimmy cried.

“So what’s the difference in you and Nikki and me and Roger?”

“Nikki’s not my friend’s sister!”  Nikki blushed bright red at the mention of her and Jimmy having sex.

“Jimmy, you’ll get over it,” Karen exasperatedly sighed.

Jimmy crossed his arms and made an angry face.

“Besides,” Karen explained, “We’ve already done it.0”

“What?!” Jimmy screamed.  Nikki, now standing beside him laughed along with Roger and Karen.

“Yup!  Remember that morning a long time ago that he came over and I went to his house to let him watch me shower?”

“Ew!  I don’t wanna hear about it!”  Jimmy covered his ears with his hands dramatically.

“I locked Roger, his brother and his brother’s 3 friends outside, and they didn’t think it was funny.”

Karen laughed a little and so did Roger.

“Roger, Jack and his friends fucked me for a good 20 minutes or so,” Karen elaborated.  “Every hole full,” Karen verbally jabbed at Jimmy.

Karen heard her dad laugh and turned towards the stairs.  “Never knew that happened.”

“What’s all the noise up here?” her mother asked.

“I was wrestling with Roger,” Karen explained.  “We had a bet.”

“I won, so she has to do what I say for an hour!” Roger contributed, smiling.

“Eww!” Jimmy interjected.  “Isn’t that disgusting?” Jimmy asked his parents, looking at his dad.

“No, not at all,” Karen’s dad said.

“Jimmy, it’s only gross because she’s your sister,” His mom said, “Just don’t watch if you’re grossed out.”

Karen’s parents turned to go back down the stairs.  “Don’t forget, Nikki has to go home soon,” Karen’s mom said to her.

“Take your shirt off,” Roger commanded.

Karen dropped her remaining clothes on the ground and stood naked.

Roger dropped his shirt on the floor then took his pants off, standing in just boxers.

He glanced at Jimmy and saw the look on his face.

“Dude, loosen up!” Roger suggested.

“I wish you had a sister,” Jimmy spat.

Roger smiled wickedly.  Karen was standing in front of him, and he ran his hand between her legs from behind.

“I’m gonna stick this,” he said, grabbing his hard cock through his boxers, “In there,” he needled, rubbing Karen’s pussy roughly.

“I might,” he began, pulling down his boxers and stepping out of them, “even stick it in there,” he laughed, poking Karen’s asshole and stroking his hard cock.

“Eww!”

“Come on,” Roger resigned laughing, “Let’s leave them the living room.”

He grabbed Karen’s arm and led her to her bedroom.

“Why were you trying to piss him off?” Karen asked.

“No reason really.  Just having some fun.”

“Oh…”

“Had I really wanted to piss him off,” Roger said, pulling Karen into her room, closing the door behind her.  He led her to the foot of her bed.  “I would have made you get on your knees and suck me in there had I wanted to piss him off.”

“He probably would’ve hit you,” Karen laughed.

“Shhh!  No more talking,” Roger commanded.  “On your knees!”  He pointed at the ground.

Roger grabbed a handful of Karen’s hair with one hand, his hard dick with the other and pulled Karen’s head forward, wiping a thick bead of precum on her cheek.

She opened her mouth as he pushed his prick towards it.

“Ohhhh,” he moaned, “I’ve missed this.”

A slurping sound was her only response as she slid his dick two inches into her mouth then slid back to the head.  Roger gasped as he felt her tongue slide around it.

He’d been blown by couple different girls his age, but none of them compared in skill to Karen.  They hadn’t figured yet mastered exactly how to suck dick.

Karen bobbed forward and backward focusing on the tip.  “Don’t try to make me cum,” Roger said as she tickled his dick head.  “We’ll get to that later.”

Moans and slurping noises hung were all that broke the silence for a while.

“Best tits I’ve ever seen,” Roger complimented, grabbed a tit in his hand and squeezing it.

“You were my first, you know?” he reminisced.

Karen grunted.

“Ohhhh, don’t make me cum,” Roger said, pulling Karen off of his prick by her hair.

Roger let go of Karen, turned around and ripped the comforter and top sheet off of her bed.  “Come on,” he said, crawling onto the bed.

“We’ll make this fast since you have to take Nikki home.”  He rubbed his throbbing dick slowly while Karen climbed onto the bed.

She walked on her knees on the bed, and when she got to him, he turned her around and pushed her shoulders down.

“Spread your legs more, and put your face on the bed,” Roger spanked her and commanded.

“Good,” he praised, and then he ran his fingers through her pussy lips.

“God you’re hot!”  He shifted on his knees behind her and pushed his cock head against her pussy hole.

He started to push forward slowly.  “Oww!  Oww!  You’re hurting me!” Karen whined.  “I’m too dry!”

“Rub your self.”

Roger kept pushing forward; he didn’t care if she was in pain.

Roger kept his promise to be brief.  Once inside Karen, he pushed her nearly flat on the bed and humped the hell out of her.  She grunted under his weight as he pounded up and down like a piston, squeezing her tits painfully.

“Ow!” she squealed when he grabbed a little too tightly.

“Shut up,” he muttered, breathing heavily.  He spanked the side of her thigh as he said it.

“Fuck!” Roger screamed as he spurted into Karen’s pussy.  “Oh fuck!  Oh fuck!” He kept humping, riding out his wave of ecstasy.

He breathed out and rolled off of Karen.

“Finally,” she said.

“Finally?  Pretty sure I still have about 50 minutes left.”

Karen glared at Roger as she went into her bathroom to clean her pussy out.

“I guess we should go take Nikki home,” Karen said.

Roger headed for the living room, and Karen followed.


“Eww!” Karen mockingly yelled when she rounded the corner.  Nikki was bent over, her forearms on the couch arm and her knees on the couch, and Jimmy was behind her, humping her hard.

“Go,” he grunted, “Away!”

“It’s my living room too.” Karen and Roger didn’t move.

Jimmy stopped humping, but his dick was still in Nikki.

“Don’t stop!” Nikki squirmed.  “I was about to cum!”

Jimmy started humping again half heartedly.

“Faster!” Nikki pleaded.

“Go away!” Jimmy roared at Roger and Karen.

Roger laughed.

“We’ll stay in the living room if we want!” Karen said and walked over to the foosball table.  Roger followed her, and they started playing a game.

“Please go away,” Jimmy begged.

Karen and Roger kept playing foosball silently.

“Fine!” Jimmy said and started to pull out of Nikki.  “Let’s go to my room.”

She started humping him, moving her hips awkwardly forward and back.  “But I’m about to cum!”

“Fine!” Jimmy screamed, realizing he lost.

He was angry at Karen and Roger, but he took his anger out on Nikki.

“You wanna cum?!” He screamed.  He pushed her down into the couch arm roughly and started humping furiously.

“I think we pissed him off,” Roger commented.

“Yeah…” Karen smiled.

Karen heard her brother and his girlfriend start screaming explicatives, and she turned around.

“Oh fuck!  Shit!  God!”

“Ohhhh God!  Oh God!  Fuck!!!”

Nikki grabbed the couch arm as she came, and Jimmy grabbed her sides.  After cumming, Jimmy collapsed onto the couch.  

“Guys are so lucky.”  Nikki stood up, cupping her hand under her pussy.  “No mess to clean up.”  She walked off towards the hall bathroom.

“We just make the mess.” Roger smiled at Nikki.

“You missed a tiny bit, by the way,” Roger said, pointing to Karen’s inner thigh.

“Eww!  Y’all are disgusting!”

Roger and Karen smiled.  “I can’t believe y’all had sex!”

Roger decided to annoy Jimmy again.  “I’m gonna buttfuck her later!”  He spanked Karen and grabbed her butt cheek.

“Eww!  Keep it to your selves!”

“I’ve already done it before!” Roger teased.  “God it was amazing!”

“La, la, la, la!  I can’t hear you!” Jimmy sang, his hands clapped over his ears.

“Have you ever stuck it in Nikki’s ass?” Karen asked.

“No,” Nikki said, reentering the room.

“Why not?” Roger questioned.

“She won’t let me,” Jimmy said pouting.

“Penis isn’t meant to go there!”

“The first time I did anal, I wasn’t given much of a choice,” Karen laughed.

“Grab her by the hair, throw her to her knees and just shove it in, man!” Roger suggested.

“Nuh uh!” Nikki warned.  “I’ll hit back!”

“Oh you will?”  Roger stepped closer.

“Roger!” Jimmy said sternly.

“Fine!” He backed down.

Nikki put her panties and shorts back on, Jimmy put his boxers on, and Roger found his boxers off the floor and began to step into them.

“Well, Nikki, guess I should take you home now.”  Karen stepped into her pants, skipping her thong since Roger had ripped it.

“Oh,” Jimmy said, “She’s staying the night.”

“Mom and dad let her?”

“Yup.”

“Nikki, your parents let you?”

“Yeah, the talent show is tomorrow.”

“Oh yeah!” Roger said happily.

“We won’t do anything in class, but mom and dad said we still have to go to sleep at a decent hour.”

“Oh great!” Roger moaned dramatically, “I get to listen to the love birds have sex all night!”

Karen picked up her panties and put them in her jeans pocket.  “Sorry about your thong,” Roger giggled.

“It’s fine.”


Jimmy clicked on the TV and started flipping channels.  Nikki put on her panties, picked up the blanket she and Jimmy had been cuddling under before they started fucking and snuggled up under the blanket in Jimmy’s boxer-clad lap.

Karen went to a closet and pulled out another blanket.  “Gah!  I can’t stand jeans without panties!”  She stripped off her jeans and sat on the couch Jimmy and Nikki weren’t on, the blanket wrapped around her.

“Oh!  Turn to channel 9!” Roger screamed out of nowhere, plopping down in the middle of the couch Karen was on.  She scooted to the armrest.

“Oh! I forgot the Sexy Slut and Cunt Ripper rematch was on tonight!” Jimmy said.  Nikki and Karen both groaned.

Since society had loosened their sexual morals, almost every sport had changed.  Cheerleaders were always naked, and girl athletes were almost always naked, but new sports had also sprung up.

Suddenly sex wrestling was as big as football and mud wrestling was almost as popular.  Sex wrestling was where a girl and guy would go into a cage like in a normal wrestling cage match.  The two wrestlers were both got in a tub of baby oil before going into the cage, so they would both be dripping wet and slippery.

Once in the cage, there were no rules.  There really wasn’t even a way to know who won.  The girl always ended up getting fucked pretty roughly, but that wasn’t anywhere in the rules in regards to winning a match.

“Do we have to watch this?” Nikki shifted her head turning away from the TV pouting.

“Just 5 minutes!” Jimmy said.

“It’s a good match!” Roger added.

Roger and Jimmy thought it was a good match because Sexy Slut and Cunt Ripper had a bone to pick with each other.  In their very first match, Sexy Slut had kicked Cunt Ripper in the balls then elbowed in him the back when he leaned over.  He then kicked her in the stomach, punched her in the side of the face, and literally ripped her cunt while fucking her.  There had been a fairly large amount of blood, and the referees stopped him before he finished fearing she would be permanently injured.

The entire country hated him after that, but Slut got her revenge.  The next time they fought, which was another highly watched match, the fight had ended quickly.  Normally the fight ends when ever the guy cums and gets tired, but that night, Slut put up a hell of a fight.  In the start of the fight, a fan handed her a tire thumper (it later turned out it was a friend of her that had snuck it in under her shirt, but it didn’t matter anyway since it wans’t against the rules), and she started the fight strong.

About 10 seconds into it, she caught Ripper in the side of the head, and he fell on the mat knocked out cold.

He woke up hog tied in a puddle of blood with a butt plug up his ass and “I fight cheap against girls” written on his back, the whole world watching on.

“You said 5 minutes!” Nikki said.

Jimmy handed her the remote.

“Aww, but it was getting good,” Roger said after Nikki changed the channel to some sitcom rerun.

Ripper had had Slut pinned down and was just about to penetrate her.



They watched a dramatic crime show for a while, then there was a commercial.

“Karen,” Nikki began, “Does anal hurt?”

Karen was half asleep, but she sat up.  “Uh...  Well...  Yeah, at first, but once you do it a couple times it doesn't.”

“Karen,” Roger interrupted, “Are you paying attention to the show?”

“No.”

“Nikki, do you want to watch her do anal?”

Jimmy sat up from the couch.  “No, she doesn't!” He said indignantly.

“Nikki?” Roger asked.

She nodded, Jimmy not seeing.


Roger, Karen and Nikki went back to Karen's room, but Jimmy kept watching TV.

Karen had a couch on one wall that looked towards her bed, and Nikki situated her self on that while Roger stripped and waited on the bed and Karen dug in the bathroom for her anal lube.

When Karen came out of the bathroom, Roger told her to lean over the edge of the bed with her ass sticking out.  She did as told, knowing she was on his time.

He rubbed his dick hard, then grabbed the lube Karen had sat down on the bed.  He squeezed a large glob of it onto his dick then rubbed it around, greasing his entire pole.

“I would go slower in a virgin ass,” Roger explained to Nikki.  Then he slid his dick quickly into Karen's ass.  Karen squealed a little.

“Does it hurt?”  Nikki asked her.

“A little, but he was being mean.”

Roger pulled out.  “Where's a gag?”

Karen pointed to her closet, he found one, and then he gagged her.

“Nikki, I'm sure if you let Roger ass fuck you, he'd be more gentle, but I won a bet, and I like it rough.”

Nikki nodded shyly.  “I hope it doesn't bother you,” he said, slamming his dick up Karen's ass in one fluid movement.

Karen squealed through the gag as Roger pumped in and out, butt fucking her hard.

He stopped for a moment.  “Come here, Nikki,” he said.

“Why?”

“Just do it.”  He started sliding again slowly.

She came to the corner of the bed, a ways from Karen and Roger.  “Can you see?”

“Yeah.”

“Come closer,” He was pumping at a normal speed again, but he stopped entirely, his dick buried in Karen.

“Come behind me,” He said.

“Closer...  Closer....”

She was right behind him, almost touching his bare back and butt.

“Reach under my legs and stick a finger or two in Karen's pussy.”

“Uhhhh....”  She started to backup, and Roger grabbed her by the wrist, his dick slipping out of Karen.

Holding her by the wrist, he squirted another glob of lube on his cock, then he made her push a finger in Karen.

“Stay there!”

Nikki was uncomfortable.  She was pushed against Roger's back and butt, and she wasn't sure if Karen was comfortable with what was going on.

Nevertheless, she kept her fingers in Karen's pussy, and through the thin membrane between her anus and pussy, she could feel Roger's dick pushing into Karen's butt.

“Finger her,” Roger said, starting to pump quickly.

“No, no...  Is that how you would finger your self?  Don't be shy about it!  Get deep!  Rub her clit a little!”

Nikki obeyed, and Roger could see she was soaking wet.

Karen came a couple times, and Roger spanked her when she convulsed.

“See.  It can feel good for both people,” He panted, pumping harder.

Suddenly he grabbed Karen's sides and began pumping harder.  Nikki stepped back a foot watching, and Karen squealed a couple of times when he pumped particularly hard.

“Oh fuck!” He screamed, cumming in Karen's ass.  “Holy fuck...  Shit...  God!”

After he came, he laid forward on top of Karen for a moment, light headed.

“Woo!  That felt good!”

Karen ungagged her self as Roger stood up and got out of her.

“Did it hurt,” Nikki asked.

“At times...  I came a lot though when you fingered me.”

Karen went to the bathroom and cleaned her self up, then they returned to the living room.





In the morning, Roger walked down the stairs into the kitchen, Karen and her parents eating breakfast at the table.

On the way back from the fridge and pantry, Karen noticed that Nikki was limping, but her dad beat her to saying something.

“Looks like someone had a crazy night last night,” He said to Nikki and Jimmy, glancing in between them.

“Did you finally let him?” Karen probed of Nikki.

She nodded.

“Did it hurt?”

“Yeah, but it felt kind of good too.”

“She cried the whole time,” Roger complained.  “Couldn't sleep at all!”  He mocked her:  “Oww!  It hurts!  Stop!  It's too deep!  Waaaahhh!”

“Maybe someone should stick a dick up your butt,” Nikki glared.

“He's not even big!” Roger laughed.

“Bigger than you!” Jimmy defended himself.

Roger just smiled and giggled.  He knew he was actually bigger than Jimmy, and he knew Jimmy knew it too.





School was boring for Karen.  A girl blew her boyfriend for bonus points in first period, but that was the only sexual activity in her day.  Normally Fridays involved a lot of sexual activity since they had free time in gym and Mrs. Hooker usually had tests graded by Friday.  The class had a test Friday though, meaning she would probably have it graded Monday.

At lunch Fred asked Karen what time she was coming over.  “What?”  Mike, Jeff and Rick all asked.

“Dammit!  They weren't supposed to know!”  Karen said to Fred.  She knew they got jealous when something sexual happened that they weren't involved in.  They always found out regardless though.

“I don't know.  When do you want me to come?”

“Fred's the one who will be cumming,” Mike laughed.  Fred smiled.

“When ever you want to come over is cool.”

“Should I come before or after dinner?”

“If y'all are going to do what I think, the sooner the better I'm sure,” Anna laughed.

“Yeah,” Fred agreed, smiling.

“I want to go by my house first, but then I'll come over.”

Fred smiled.  “Good, I'll have time to prepare.”

“What do you have to prepare?”  Rick asked.

“A surprise.”

“A good one?”  Karen asked.

“Errr....  You'll see.”




After school, as Karen was picking up Jimmy and Roger, she got a text.

It was from Fred:  “still coming soon after school?”

Karen replied:  “yeah prob 5ish if thats ok”

Fred:  “Yeah thats fine”



At about 5:45, Karen poked her head into the living room. “Mom, Dad, I'm leaving!”

Karen had wanted to leave since she got home, but she didn't want to go over too early.  Also, she wanted to make Fred wait.  He had already texted twice asking where she was.

“K.  Have fun!”

“Call us before we go to sleep!”

“K,” Karen said to both parents, stepping out of the room.



Karen could hear Fred's doorbell ring through the front door.

Fred's mom answered, but Fred was coming down the stairs right as the door opened.

“Hello,” Fred's mom said.  She had met Karen a lot of times, but for some reason, the group never hung at Fred's house, so Karen had never been there before.


“What are you kids doing for dinner tonight?”  Fred's dad asked, as Fred and Karen walked into the kitchen.

“They go out to eat every Friday night,” Fred explained to Karen, then answered his dad.  “Don't know yet.  Eat something here, or go get something somewhere....”

“Are you hungry yet?”  Fred asked Karen.

“Eh, kind of, but we can wait a while if you want.”

“I bet I know what will make you hungry,” Fred smiled.  “Come on,” He said, motioning for Karen to follow him.

“So, what's the surprise?”  Karen asked as she followed Fred up the stairs towards his room.

“You'll see later.  I'll put it on you after we eat.”

“Put it on me?”

“Yeah, I'll be nice before dinner.  It's not a good surprise.”



A few things stood out to Karen in Fred's room.  He had bondage hooks/loops on his wall and floors in a couple of places, and there were various toys sitting on his desk.  Dildos, whips, hand cuffs, braces, ankle cuffs, rope, everything imaginable.

“Where'd you get all that stuff?”  Karen figured all of it combined had to have been a couple hundred dollars.

“Uh, somewhere.”

“Where?”

“It would freak you out.”

“Where?”

“They're clean, I promise.  I cleaned them my self!”  Karen looked oddly at him.  “Don't make fun of me.  They're my parents.”

“Oh...”  Karen didn't think it was funny.  Her first thought was remembering that she had heard his parents were swingers.

“We'll be nice for now though,” Fred said, pulling his shirt over his head, and unbuttoning his pants.

Karen started to strip as Fred, already naked, went to close the door.

“What's your favorite position,” Fred asked.

“I don't care,” Karen said, sitting on the bed, modestly crossing her legs, her arms folded across her tits.

“I guess I'll just hang ya from the ceiling upside down and butt fuck you dry then,” Fred smiled.  Karen made a scared face.  “I won't give you choices later.  Enjoy them now!”

“Uh, doggystyle, I guess,” Karen answered.

“My favorite too!”

“Hungry or something?” Fred laughed when Karen got in the middle of the bed on all 4s, her legs spread ready to be penetrated.

“Lay on your back, and spread your legs.”

Karen complied and Fred got in between her legs, his face near her cunt.

“I see you showered when you went home,” he noted after sniffing.

“Yea--” He slid a finger in her and started licking her clit mid answer.  “Ohhhhh!”

After she came a couple of times, Fred got on his back beside her.

“Get on top of me.”

She started to mount him.

“No, sixty-nine with me.”

She turned around, putting her pussy in his face, got on all fours, crouched as low as she could, trying to get her pussy close to his face then took his hard dick in her mouth.  He could feel her swallow a drop of precum of the tip of his dick.

“Just for future knowledge,” Fred asked, taking a break from sliding his tongue in Karen's cunt, “Do you swallow?”

“I don't like to, but I will.”

“Oh, I like girls who don't enjoy it.  More fun that way,” Fred said in between licking.

Karen came twice before Fred was ready to fuck.

“K,” he said, ”Get off.”

After he got off his back, she got in doggystyle position where he had been laying.

“You have an amazing body, Karen,” Fred complimented, stroking her back as he got behind her.

He slid slowly in her cunt, his hard, teased cock raging.

Pumping slowly, Fred questioned her again.  “Can I cum in you?”

He really was being nice.  It had become expected of girls to be OK with guys cumming in them, and most guys expected girls to swallow.

“Yeah,” Karen answered.

“Good,” Fred said, “I probably would've anyway.”

He leaned forward, his stomach touching her back, and he rubbed her clit.  Soon, they were moaning along together, and Karen was cumming.

After she finished her orgasm, Fred got back up vertical and began humping faster.  His turn to cum.

He slid to where the tip of his dick was barely in her pussy then all the way back in in quick, hurried, stabbing motions.  If Karen hadn't been so wet and horny, his aggressive thrusts probably would've hurt a lot.

“Ooohhhh!” He moaned and groaned as he neared cumming.  Reminding him self that he was being nice, he fought off an urge to grab a handful of Karen's hair, instead grabbing her sides.

“Fuck!” He groaned, shooting into Karen, ecstasy flowing through his whole body with each pulse of his dick, the head unbearably pleasured deep in Karen's cunt.

He rested for a moment before withdrawing.  “Whew!  God!”

He stepped off of the bed.  “Bathroom's over there if you want to clean up.”  He was out of breath and his face was rosy.  He threw her a towel.  “It's dripping out already.”



Karen and Fred went and got some fast food, but they decided to eat it at Fred's house.  Sitting in his kitchen, watching the TV on the counter turn on, Karen asked him something she had been wondering.

“Why do you like bondage and rough sex and what not?”

Fred put down the half of the burger he had left.  “Hmmm...  I've thought about that my self, and to be honest, I'm not sure.  I think I just like controlling someone else.”

“When did it start?”

“I can remember tying up my girlfriend when we were 14...  She didn't like it at first, but she got over it.”

They kept eating.

“I think what really started it was when I was 12 and my parents left the basement door open on accident.”

“Huh?  What's in the basement?”

“I'll show you after we eat.”



As promised, he showed her after they ate.  But first he showed her the rest of the house.  Karen thought it was a nice house, but she thought it looked the same as every other house in the neighborhood.

“K, I'll show you the basement now.”

“Huh?”  Karen was confused.  They were in the hallway between Fred's parents' bedroom and the kitchen, somewhere they had already been through.

Then Fred pushed on the wall, and suddenly an even part of the wall spring open, the rectangle about the size of a door.

There was a spiral staircase leading down, and when they reached floor level, Karen said, “Wow!”

She looked around for a second then teased Fred.  “So, is this like your parents swinger dungeon or something?”

“Yeah, pretty much.  Some of the swinger friends even helped them pay for it.”

“Oh,” Karen laughed, “I was kidding.”

“Pretty much everything imaginable,” Karen noted.

The room was as big as the first or second story of Fred's house, but it was entirely underground, and about ¾ of the floor was open, the other fourth dedicated to private rooms or something in the back.

In regards to the underground placement, Fred explained, “10 years ago when my parents built the house, the world wasn't exactly open to swingers, much less one's with huge dungeons.  And, I was 7, so who knows what lies they would have had to tell me if I had ever found it.”

“No, no, Fred, Mommy and Daddy were just playing cops and robbers,” Fred laughed.

“Your parents must be the king and queen of all swingers,” Karen said, noting all of the equipment lying around.

One of the walls running away from the staircase were covered in what looked like work-house benches.  It looked like hammers and saws should have been hanging on them, but in their place was every sex toy imaginable.  There was a section of dildos ranging from the size of a pen to the size of the fat end of a baseball bat.  A section of collars was next to that.  There were plain leather collars, choke chains, bondage collars and a few that Karen wasn't sure what they were.

On another table was bondage equipment and as the huge commercial style overhead lights finished turning on, Karen noticed that there were hooks in strategic places all over the floor, walls, and ceiling.

On the last table was the pain related toys.  Whips, nipple clips, butt plugs (of all sizes), vibrators with straps around them so they could be strapped onto someone, etc.

Karen had no idea what was in the cabinets, but she wasn't curious enough to ask.

There were various big things around the room.  There was a bondage cross, a Y shaped wooden bondage table, some plain tables, two beds pushed together in the corner of the room to make 1 giant mattress surface, a stack of chairs against the wall, and some other things.

“What do you think?” Fred asked smiling.

“Will we be in here?”  Karen was kind of scared.  Some of the toys looked rather unpleasant.

“Yeah, probably most of the time.”

After Karen looked around for a few more seconds, Fred repeated his question.  “So, what do you think?”

“It must get crazy down here sometimes.” Karen smiled.

“Yeah...  Oh, forgot to tell you, it's soundproof.”

“So, when you were a little kid,” Karen asked, “When did your parents and their friends come down here?”

“Well, at first I went to friends houses a lot on the weekends, but then, I didn't know it at the time of course, but then a lot of my friends parents joined the club.”

“Babysitters?” Karen said.

“Yup.”

“One time,” Fred smiled, “my babysitter thought I was asleep.  I came downstairs to get some water in the kitchen, and I saw her coming up the hall from my parents' room.  It was kind of odd, so being the paranoid kid I was, I told my parents about it when they 'got home.'”

“'I saw Michele come out of y'all room last night,' I had told them in the morning.  Their answer then confused me, but it made sense once I found the dungeon.  My dad had said, 'I know.'”

“So what's my surprise?” Karen asked.

“You sure you want it now?”

Karen nodded.  “Fine.”

Fred walked over to a couple different tables then came back.  “Strip,” he said.

Karen wasn't sure why he wanted her to, but she did as told.  “We can have one last nice time, if you want,” Fred offered.

“No, we can do what you want now.”

Fred handcuffed her hands behind her back then got her on her knees and tired her feet to the handcuffs, making it impossible for her to stand.  To finish it off, he put a blind fold on her and gagged her with a ball gag.

“Say something,” Fred said.

Karen mumbled something, but it was unintelligible.  The ball had little holes in it like a whiffle ball which allowed breathing and sound, but Karen couldn't form words.

Fred liked hearing her gagged.  “Say, 'No, don't do that'”

“Nerrr drr drrr tattt,” was all that came out.

“Now we'll do what I want,” Fred giggled.

“I'll be right back,” he explained as Karen heard him start to walk up the metal stairs and started to make noises.



He returned a minute later.

“I have your surprise here.  I hope you like it.”

Suddenly Karen felt a collar wrap around her and two metal prongs stick into each side of her throat.  Karen thought for a minute then realized it was a shock collar for a dog.

“Do you like it?”

Karen nodded her head 'no.'

“You should at least pretend to like gifts.  Are you sure you don't like it?”

Karen nodded again and tried to say no.

Karen heard the sound of fabric on skin as Fred took his shirt off, then she heard a belt unbuckle and shorts fall on the ground.

Fred moved the ball gag out of Karen's mouth and it rested around her neck, lying on the shock collar.

“What do you do when a guy gives you a present?” He asked Karen menacingly.

“Say thank you?” She guessed.

“And how do you do that?”

“Talking?”

“Partly right.  You thank him with your mouth.”

Karen felt Fred's cock head poking her lips.  She nodded her head no, clamped her lips shut and grunted.

“I was hoping you would give me an excuse to use your present.  Last chance.  Open up!”

Fred grabbed a handful of Karen's hair, but she still didn't open her lips.  “Fine!”  He let go of her.

The first time Karen felt a shock fly through her neck she was fine; it didn't hurt at all.

“Ahhh!” Karen screamed in pain as electricity seared through her neck a second time with much more intensity.  Her back arched and she fell backwards on the floor, frantically trying to grab at her neck.  She shook viciously for a second, then the electricity stopped.  She figured she probably had two burn marks on her neck now.

“Sorry,” Fred said compassionately, leaving his dominating tone behind for a second.  “I should have tested it on my self first.  Didn't realize a little battery could do that.”

He had put it all the way on level 9.  He turned the knob on the remote down to 5 and helped her back to her knees.

“Open up,” He said, switching back to his dominating tone.

She nodded no again.  “Open up!” He pressed the button on the remote briefly.  Karen's back arched again, but this time her scream was more quiet and she didn't fall; she just wobbled a little.

He dragged her up from the floor roughly back onto her knees.

“Are you gonna be a good whore now?”

“Yes.”

“Yes...?”

“Yes sir.”

“Yes, master,” Fred corrected.

“Yes master.”

“Now open your mouth, and say ahhhh.”

Karen opened her mouth as wide as she could and made an “ahhhh” sound like she was at the dentist.

She choked and coughed as he immediately made her deep throat him, one hand painfully grabbing a handful of hair.

Fred let go of her hair and she began going at her own pace.

Soon he was about to cum, but he stepped back.  He regagged her as his dick slipped out of her mouth, and he untied her legs from her handcuffs.

“Come on...”

He started walking across the room.  Karen walked slowly since her legs were shackled.  “Hurry up!”

She walked over to Fred and got a closer look at the bondage Y.  It was a wooden contraption far enough off the ground to where it was about crotch level with Fred.

Fred unhandcuffed and unanklecuffed Karen, then told her, “Get on it.”

He went to the wall and grabbed a couple of strands of rope, but when he got back, Karen was still standing.

“I said get on it!” Fred shouted, and then Karen felt a surge of electricity flow through her neck.  She clawed at her neck frantically, but the collar was too tight to get the metal prongs to stop touching her.  After Fred released the shock button, Karen still tried to get it off.  She reached around behind her neck to unbuckle it, but she found that the buckles had been cut off and Fred had sown a small lock into the neck band.

“Take this stupid thing off!” Karen whined, removing her own gag.

“Shut up!”

Another lightning bolt seared through Karen's neck.  “Ahhh!”  She clawed at the collar and tried to rip it off, but it was thick nylon.

“Get on it!” Fred screamed, pointing at the Y.

Fred held up the remote again like he was going to press the button.

“Wait!  Wait!”  Karen pleaded.

“What?” Fred said, finger on the button.

“How do I get on?”

Fred sighed, but once he thought about it, she had a valid point.

“Hmmm...  Face up.  Legs down the spread boards.”

Karen did as he said.

“God that's hot!” Fred complimented both Karen and his bondage work.  She was face up on the Y with her legs spread wide, shaved pussy viewable to the world.  Her ankles were tied to the Y beams, keeping her from moving her legs, and her wrists were crossed above her head with her arms fully extended, then Fred had tied down her arms too.

Fred ran the tips of his fingers through Karen's tits, down her stomach, and rubbed her pussy.

“Entirely helpless,” He noted, spanking her cunt.  Karen screamed a little into her gag when Fred thrust two fingers quickly into her half dry pussy.

“I wonder how high your pain tolerance is,” Fred thought aloud, removing his fingers.

He disappeared from Karen's view for about 20 seconds.  While he was gone, Karen was nervous and wished he would come back, but once he did return, she wished he would go away again.

Fred had a riding crop like Karen had seen jockey's on TV hit horses with, he had a tails style whip with a long body then foot long, inch wide leather straps, he had a candle, and he had a lighter.  Karen sank inside.

She prayed he would be gentle, but she knew that wasn't in his plans.

“I want to her you scream!”  Fred removed her gag and dropped it on the floor.

“Please, please don't Fred!” She pleaded.

“Ahhh!” She screamed as lightning tore through her neck.  It felt like he had turned the intensity up.  She had forgotten she even had the damn shock collar on.

“Please!  Please don't!  Pleeaaaaseeee!!!”

Fred smiled evilly.

“Fred!  I'm not kidding!  I want to go home!  Untie me!” Karen's eyes started to water.

Fred kept smiling.

Karen screamed at the top of her lungs, pulling against her restraints.

“Ugh...  I should've left the gag in.  Fine...” Fred conceded.

He thought for a second.  “OK, here's the deal.  You get a few choices.  The first one, one of these I'm willing to put away.  I personally think the riding crop hurts the worst, but your choice.”

Karen looked at him with hatred in her eyes.  “Other choice...  I'm going to use these for a total of 3 minutes.  You get to pick how long I use each one.  OK?”

“Fred... I don't want to do this!”

“Karen, you told me I could do anything I wanted.  You're lucky I'm giving you choices.”

She was silent for almost 30 seconds, while Fred, with crossed arms, stared at her.

“Fine!”  The anger in her face died down and a look of thinking took its place.

“Put away the horsewhip,” Karen decided.

“And length of time?”

Karen thought about it.  Candle wax would be hot, but she had no idea how hard he would hit with the whip.

“1 second with the whip, the rest with the candle.”

“Ahhh, clever girl...  Wish I had said a minimum time.”

Fred dropped set down all of his pain toys except for the tails-style whip.

“Why didn't you say 0 seconds?” Fred asked.

“I didn't think you would let me.”

“Too late now, but I would've.  Now I have time to get 1 hit in though.”  Fred chuckled.

Karen filled with anxiety as Fred ripped the whip over his head then down through the air.  “Ahhh!” She screamed right as it hit her, mentally exploding from the pain she was expecting.  Her stomach seared with pain, but not as badly as she had expected.

“Thank you,” she gasped, thankful that Fred had slowed down in the last split second before contact.

Fred grunted.

He picked up the candle and lit it.  Karen was filled with anxiety again.

“How hot does a candle burn?  How hot does the wax get?  How quickly does it cool?”  Her head filled with questions.

Fred let the candle burn for about 10 second before the very top bit of the candle had turned liquid.

“Ahhh” Fred calmly groaned, dropping a glob of candle wax onto the inside of his left arm.  “Not very hot yet,” he told Karen.

“It can't be too bad,” she comforted her self, knowing he was willing to do it to himself.

“Where shall I drop it first?” He asked Karen.  She hated how he allowed her to pick her own torture.

Karen was quiet.  He started to lean over to get the shock collar remote, but Karen answered him as his finger tips touched it.

“Stomach!”

Karen watched as Fred leaned his arm over her stomach, perfectly stretched out, then how he calmly tilted the candle.  The drop seemed to fall in slow motion, but it was soon enough when she felt the heat suddenly bite into her skin.

Her face contorted in pain and her abs flexed, but she didn't make a sound.

“Trying not to scream, huh?” Fred questioned.

Karen smirked at him.

He dropped a drop of candle wax on her nipple.

“Ahhh!” Karen shouted, her arms flexing against the rope, trying to get her hands to her nipples.

“If that hurt...  What about...”

“Ahhhhhhh!” Karen screamed wildly and flexed her entire body against its restraints as a drop of wax hit the top of her pussy lips.

“Yeah, didn't figure you'd like that.” Fred laughed.

He stood back a second thinking.  “Stay really, really still,” he commanded.

“No!  No!” Karen shouted as Fred stretched his arm over her face.  He lowered the candle about 6 inches above her cheek.

“Stay still!” Fred shouted, but Karen kept yanking her head from side to side.

Fred slowly leaned down, holding the candle up right.  “Ah,” he grunted, wax dripping onto his hand as he accidentally shifted the candle.

He stood back up, and Karen saw that he was holding the collar remote.

“Stop moving!”

She tried to stop moving, but her entire body was shaking.

She felt like a kid putting in eye drops.  She knew she should be still or the wax might go in her eye, but she was afraid of the pain.

Fred held the candle over her meanly.  “Ahh,” he grunted again as some wax slid over the  side onto his hand again.  He dropped some wax on Karen's stomach, but the pain wasn't bad.

“Stop making me wait!”

The suspense was killing Karen.  “Do it already!”  Her arms flexed against the rope again.

“You're sexy when you're angry,” Fred laughed.

He sat silently for 20 seconds, ignoring Karen's yelling, letting a wax pool build back up.

Finally, he tipped the candle.

“Ahh!” Karen screamed as the wax hit her left cheek.  After the wax cooled to a tolerable temperature, she decided that it actually hadn't hurt very badly.  It had hurt much more on her pussy, she concluded.

“It's been 3 minutes!” She claimed.

Fred judged that it had probably actually been around 3 minutes.

He dropped the last pool of wax in between Karen's tits causing her to contort her face, but then he blew out the candle.

Karen breathed out, relieved that it was over.

Fred thought for a second, then he untied Karen.

“Get off for a sec.”

Karen gladly stepped off of the Y and watched as Fred lowered it closer to the ground.

“Get on your elbows and knees,” he said, pointing for her to get back on it.

Karen shifted around on the Y until she was situated.  Fred retied her with her forearms tied together on the single bar of the Y and her calves each tied to one of the forking parts of the Y.

He spanked her, leaving a light hand print and Karen winced.

“God you have a nice ass!”

Fred rubbed his cock through through Karen's pussy slit.

“I guess I can be nice to you now...”

She felt his cock disappear, and when she turned around, she saw Fred going to lean over.  Suddenly a moist, wet thing licked her clit, and she gasped out of surprise.  Fred's nose pushed against her pussy hole as he licked around her clit.

His tongue slid up the inside of her lips to her hole, and he tried to push it as far in as possible.

Karen moaned as a finger replaced his tongue and he began licking around her clit again.  He pushed his finger deep inside of her, his hand upside down, and pulled his finger back against the roof of her pussy.

She leaned her bottom away from him and gasped in pleasure as he worked two fingers into her soaking wet cunt.

He stopped licking, and instead his left middle finger began rubbing circle around her clit.  His fingers kept sliding against the top and bottom of her cunt, and she could feel her self getting close to orgasm.

“Ohhhh” She moaned as his left hand middle finger joined the other two in her cunt.  He slid his left middle finger along the butt side of her pussy, and he slid the other two fingers along the top of her pussy.

He noticed she kept moaning when he touched a spot on the top of her pussy just within finger reach.

He rubbed there with his right fingers while sliding his left hand finger in and out of her soaked cunt.

“Like that?” He asked.

“Yessss!” She moaned, her legs calves pulling at the ropes restraining them, a warm feeling starting to make her body tingle.

“Oh, oh!  I'm about to!”

Fred slowed down his fingering.  “Do you want to?”

“Yes!” Karen screamed desperately, angrily.

He built up her orgasm again and got her right on the edge before slowing down.  “Are you sure?” He calmly questioned.

“Yes!  Make me cum!”  She sounded angry.

“No more threatening to go home?”

“Sure!  I'm about to!  Don't stop!”

Karen started thrusting her pussy towards his hand, but Fred stopped when she was right on the edge again, and he moved his hands with her movements so she couldn't finish her self off.

“No more whining and demanding I untie you?”

Karen was quiet for a second.

“Please!  Just let me cum!” She shouted.

He built her up to the edge again.

“Please!”

“Say 'Yes master!'” Fred demanded harshly.

“Yes master!” Karen answered.

“You'll be a good bitch and do as I say?” Fred interrogated.

“Yes!”

“Yes?”

“Yes master!” Karen shouted, desperation flowing through her voice as Fred built her up to the edge again.

“Ok,” Fred said, like he wasn't entirely sure, letting her come back down from the very, very edge.

“I swear!” Karen confirmed, still bucking her hips trying to finish her self.

“Fine!” Fred suddenly energetically shouted.

Karen started bucking trying to get Fred's fingers deep in her cunt.  She shoved her butt back towards him, then the other direction as quickly as she could, and Fred started viciously slamming his fingers in and out of her, over and over again, his right hand fingers still scraping against her insides, the rough soles brushing every spot inside of her pussy leaving behind immense please.

“Oh God!” Karen screamed.

“Fuck!  Fuck!” She screamed breathlessly.

“Oh shit!”

Karen could feel a warm feeling from her pussy starting to build.  She urged it to hurry, bucking her butt more, trying to get Fred's fingers deeper.

“Faster!  Faster!”

The feeling grew until she felt like she was going to explode.

The pleasure kept growing and growing like a balloon slowly being blown up.  Finally, in the last few seconds, she bucked wildly, and Fred fingered her faster and harder than ever.

“Holy fucking shit!!!!!!” She screamed, her pleasure balloon bursting wide open.

Ecstasy flew through her veins like lightning, filling every part of her body, radiating from her cunt, down her legs.  Her toes curled in submission to the pleasure, her legs flexing against the rope, her pussy squeezed against Fred's fingers, squirting warm liquid each pulse, as he continued sliding them in and out, the pleasure almost unbearable.  Her eyes squeezed shut and her face disfigured in seemingly permanent smile.  Her arms tore at their restrains violently, her entire body bucking and kicking, unable to handle the pleasure.  Her abs flexed hard, and her body tried to squeeze into a ball.  Her lungs ached, her mouth agape, unable to suck in more air, still trying moan.  Fred could feel her pussy convulsing, each convulsion accompanied by warm liquid.

Fred fingered her all the way through her orgasm, then he slowly stopped fingering, letting her come down smoothly from the peak.

Karen's head hung down, the muscles in her legs, sore, slackened, and she panted trying to catch her breath.

Karen jumped inside when she heard a voice, and she turned around, still panting.

“Looks like you kids are having fun,” Fred's dad said jokingly.

Karen felt embarrassed.  How long had his parents been watching?  Had Fred heard them open the door or come down the stairs?  Her face turned even redder shyly.

“Bet you're glad you decided to come now, aren't you Karen?” Fred's mom added.

“Dear God, yes,” Karen panted, starting to catch her breath.

Fred ran his hand up the inside of her thigh, raking wetness along with it.  “Looks like someone enjoyed it,” Fred teased, pushing his finger into her soaked cunt then pulling his hand away.

Suddenly Karen felt Fred's dick sliding into her twat.  She would have rather he waited until his parents left as she was embarrassed by having sex in front of them, but apparently it didn't bother Fred at all.

“Ohhh,” He groaned, finally getting direct pleasure to his pre-cum covered, rock hard dick.

“Well,” Karen heard Fred's mom say to his dad, “I guess we should go.”

Fred moaned and groaned as he held Karen's sides in a vice grip, humping her quickly.

His dick was already tender from so much waiting, and every thrust sent pleasure flying through his dick head, through the rod and into the rest of his body.

“God!” He groaned, slowing down to keep from cumming, not yet wanting to release the building pressure.

He enjoyed the heavenly pleasure from his dick head catching against the slick ribbed walls of Karen's pussy, but after a few rotations of hard fucking and slow humping, his will power was overcome by animalistic lust.

Suddenly, Karen heard him breathe sharply, then sharp pain shot through her scalp, Fred's hand grabbing a clump of hair the culprit.  Even through the pain, Karen's still sensitive pussy shot random bursts of pleasure through her.

Fred humped and humped as fast as he could, slamming his legs into Karen's butt, trying to drive his dick just a nano-meter deeper, desiring more than anything in the world the feeling that would give.

The pleasure that had been lying beneath the surface for so long suddenly started to surface quickly.  Fred felt it warmly building in his dick, then suddenly, he started shooting into Karen's cunt.

“Shit!” He screamed from the unbearable pleasure, his cock head incredibly sensitive.  The ecstasy was almost unbearable that shot through his dick head, but he found him self loving it at the same time.  While he was shooting, he couldn't stop.

“Holy fucking God!” He screamed, barely able to make words, overcome by the unworldly pleasure..

“Oh shit!  Oh shit!” He panted until finally he stopped humping, his orgasm over.

“Oh my God,” he said, “That was fucking amazing!”

He stepped back from Karen, and he was panting, light headed, and his entire body was tingly.

“Wow....”

Karen sat silently for a minute.

“Will you untie me?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

Fred picked up the collar remote before untying Karen, then they both sat on the Y, one of them sitting on each leg, facing each other.

“Did you like that?” Fred asked.

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

“Will you take this stupid collar off now?”  Karen reached around behind her neck and fiddled with the lock.  It felt like a combination lock.

“Yeah, I guess.”

Fred got up and walked around behind her.  She sat awkwardly still as he fidgeted with the lock, turning the three dials to the right numbers.

He took it off of her then sat it on the ground, making sure to change the dials again.

“Thank you,” Karen said bitterly.  “Do I have red marks?”  She pointed to her neck, poking it.

“Yeah, light ones.  They'll go away soon.”

“Easy for you to say! Have you felt that thing?”

“Hmm, actually I haven't.”

Fred picked it up, put the prongs to his neck and pressed the button.  His neck flexed, his face contorted, and then he released the button.  “Stings more than I would've thought,” he said sounding surprised, but not in that much pain.  Karen thought he was trying to be tough so he wouldn't feel obligated to be sorry that he made her wear it.

“Hmmmm,” he thought outloud.

He turned the dial on the remote to 9, put the collar to his neck and pushed the button.

“Ahhh!” he screamed and fell off of the Y.

“Holy shit!” He said once he recovered, getting back on the wooden beam.

“Yeah,” Karen laughed bitterly.  “Hurts, doesn't it?”

“Sorry,” Fred said.  Karen glared.  “I wonder what setting we used to keep it on for our dog...  I'm glad we fenced in our yard.  I feel sorry for him now!”

“Sooo...”  Karen said,” What's the plan now?”

“I don't know....  I'm really thirsty though.”

“Yeah, me too,” Karen agreed.

They went upstairs and got a drink.

“A little thirsty, are y'all?” Noted Fred's dad as they both gulped down a full glass of water each.

“You would be too, Dad!” Fred jabbed back, grabbing Karen's glass, refilling it for her, handing it back then refilling his own.

“I wish I were thirsty like that,” Fred's dad said, his eyes going over Karen's still naked body quickly, while she walked to the bathroom.  Fred's dad noticed that Fred had a weird look for a second.


“Karen,” Fred said when she came back.

“Yeah?”

“I'm going to go upstairs for a few minutes.”  Fred was already starting to back towards the door.  He stopped in the doorway.  “Remember you promised to do what ever I say?”

Fred's dad's face was filled with confusion, but upon hearing Fred's next sentence, he smiled.

“Will you do what ever my dad wants you to do while I'm gone?”

“You don't have to if you don't want to,” Fred's dad said.  As he said it, Karen saw him look over her body hungrily, and she could already see a growing lump in his pants.  She knew he really wouldn't make her do it if she didn't want to, but she could tell by the way he had looked at her that he was dying to fuck her.  “Ah!  Why not?  Why not make his dreams come true?” She figured.

“Sure!”

Fred's dad smiled widely, and Fred ducked out of the room.

“Mr. Jones--”

Fred's dad interrupted her.

“Call me Mark.”

“Mark,” Karen started again, “will your wife mind?”

Fred's dad laughed.  “We're swingers!” He said in a 'duh!' tone.  “She even likes to watch me have sex with other women!” He laughed again.

“Oh.” Karen giggled a little.

“She'd probably love to watch us, actually, but that would probably weird you out....”

There was an awkward pause, and Karen could tell he was hoping she would say “Oh no, that's fine!”

“Come on,” Fred's dad said, breaking the silence and walking down the hall towards his and Mrs. Jones' bedroom.

Karen felt odd as she stood naked next Mr. Jones as he stripped off his shirt.

“This is kind of weird....” He remarked as he pulled his pants down and stepped out of them, his rock hard cock flinging out wildly.

“Yeah!” Karen agreed.  She was tingling with nervousness.  She hadn't ever been with anyone over the age of twenty.  Technically it was even illegal for her, a 17 year old, to have sex with a 38 year old, but she guessed Mr. Jones was confident she wouldn't tell.  Also, the age of consent was being highly debated, and she figured most judges wouldn't even care much anyway.

Karen noticed that he actually was very good looking for a 38 year old.  It was obvious he had once been in better shape, but he still was fairly thin, with remnants of what appeared to have once been quite defined abs just beneath the surface.  He had a pleasant face, and he had dirty blonde hair.  His arms were toned, and his legs looked strong too.

As Mr. Jones stood in front of the most attractive girl he would have had sexual relations with in 20 years, he was suddenly glad he drug his ass to the gym every day after work.

“So...”  Karen said awkwardly.  Mr. Jones' erection was starting to die down.

“You're quite beautiful by the way Karen.  Nice of you to be willing to go anywhere near an old man like me.”

“You're actually pretty good looking,” Karen complimented back.

“Well, shall we get down to business?” He asked.

“Yeah,” Karen agreed, glad the awkwardness would pass soon.

“So you have to listen to me?”

“According to Fred.”

“Well, in that case,” Mr. Jones said, getting on the bed and propping his head up on two pillows, his legs spread, “Come suck my dick.”

Karen got on the bed obediently, and she crawled up in between his legs.

Karen noticed that Mr. Jones definitely looked older than Fred, although their bodies were similar, except Fred still had the muscle tone it looked like Mr. Jones once had.

Karen had noticed that Fred liked to keep hair undercontrol.  He shaved his chest, his happy trail was fairly tame, he trimmed his public hair, and he shaved his balls.  Mr. Jones on the other hand had the more natural look.  He had healthy looking hair all over his chest, and his happy trail was wide and thick, leading down to his bushy crotch, although it did look like he trimmed it some.  His body reminded her of Bond era Pierce Brosnan.

Mr. Jones held his dick vertical for Karen, and she went down on it, taking it into her mouth.

“Wait!” Mr. Jones interjected, right as Karen was about to wrap her mouth around his prick.  “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Mr. Jones,” She started, but then was interrupted.

“Mark!  You can call me Mark.”

“Mark,” She began again, drawing out his name, “I really don't mind.  I think it will be a fun experience.  At least something new.”

Even had she minded she would've said that, but she truly didn't mind.  She really did think he was decent looking, and she really did want to have sex with him.

“If you're sur---Ohhhh!” Karen licked up the bottom of his dick and then slid her mouth around it mid sentence.  Mr. Jones forgot where he was going with his speech, and moaned closing his eyes and relaxing back into the bed, still in disbelief that a smoking hot 17 year old had his dick in her mouth.

“Karen,” He said, still worried that she didn't want to be with him, “You really don't have to do this if you don't want to.”

She looked up at him, her eyeballs rolling towards the tops of her eyes, and then she deep-throated him.

“Fuck!” He moaned.

He laid back on the pillow, every muscle relaxed, letting Karen do her work.

“Cathy hates blowing me,” Mr. Jones said almost conversationally.

Karen looked up at him, making eye contact for a second, not really sure what to say to him, and not really wanting to have a conversation while blowing him.

“I hope you don't mind,” he laughed.

Mr. Jones enjoyed it in silence again for a moment.

“Karen, trade places with me,” he said once he'd had enough and was afraid he would cum.  He lightly pushed her head from his crotch and rolling to the side.

She laid back on the pillow, with her legs closed.  Mr. Jones spread her legs apart and laid flat on the bed, his face right in her pussy.

“Wow,” he said, “you have a nice pussy too.”

He got resituated, getting to where he could easily get his mouth to Karen's cunt.

“I've been told before,” he said it like he was doubting the validity of his own statement, “that I'm really good at oral.”

Karen smiled at him.

When his head disappeared between her legs, she laid back on the pillow as he had and she closed her eyes.

Karen laid relaxed for a few moments, but soon she couldn't stay relaxed.  Mr. Jones was really good at eating girls out, Karen thought.

He knew just what pressure to apply where with his tongue, and he found Karen's g-spot with his finger in just a few seconds.

Soon Karen was panting, her fists clenching, her pussy pulsating.  She could feel the pleasure building again, and she yearned for when it would finally boil over the edge and spill over her like flood water over a dam.

Mr. Jones worked her up expertly, going slow enough to build the pleasure until Karen was dying to cum.

Mr. Jones could tell by her panting and leg restlessness that she was about to cum, and suddenly it was like something inside of him snapped.  His slow gentle motions suddenly became fast, deep, and viciously amazing.

“Oh God!”  Karen screamed as he dug into her g-spot, tongue licking in circles around her clit, skillfully touching it just enough to feel amazing, but not enough to tickle.

“Shit!” She screamed as the pleasure built more.

“Oh God!” She screamed as the pleasure washed through her, her mind going entirely blank, every muscle in her body flexing in pleasure.

Mr. Jones kept fingering and licking her all the way through her cumming, and quickly her hands were in his hair, pulling his face deeper into her cunt, internally begging for him to finger her harder, lick her quicker.

“Oh my fucking God!” She screamed as she came again.  She could feel her self squirt as her pussy contracted, but Mr. Jones kept licking and finger.

Finally, she let go of his hair and laid back, riding out the orgasm as she came back to earth.  Her legs unflexed, her toes uncurled, and her lungs filled as the orgasm slowly came to an end.  Her pussy was still tingly, and random bursts of pleasure flowed through her sporadically.

Mr. Jones sat up, wiping his pussy-juice coated chin, lips and nose on his hands.

“So, was it as good as I'm told I am?”

“It was quite amazing, Mr. Jones.”

“Mark,” Mr. Jones corrected.  “Once we've had each others' genitals in our mouths, I think we can be on first name terms,” he laughed.

“Fine... Mark,” Karen said, stressing his name.

“Karen,” Mark said in a soft voice, “You don't have to if you don't want to of course, but I would love to fuck you.”

Karen couldn't help but laugh.  It was so strange to here her friends father use the word 'fuck' much less in the sense of wanting to fuck her.  She had always been expecting him to fuck her.  She figured it was probably just him being polite that he made absolutely sure that she didn't mind.

After she laughed Mr. Jones had a weird look on his face.  “Oh sorry,” Karen said, “I didn't think it was funny in a mean way!  I've just never had one of my friend's dads ask to fuck me before.”

“Yeah, I guess that is kind of abnormal,” Mr. Jones laughed.

“Anyway,” he said once they stopped smiling, “What position do you prefer?”

“Which ever you want, Mark,” she said, once again stressing his name.

“Guess we don't have to limit ourselves to one then...”  He thought for a second.  “How about we start with you on top?”

Karen started shifting around, and soon Mr. Jones was laying on the bed again on his back, and Karen was hovering over him.  “Face towards me,” he said, noticing that she wasn't quite sure which way to go.

Mr. Jones was filled with excitement as Karen hovered over him, her knees planted on either side of his closed legs, pussy hovering above his cock.  She was full of excitement too.  So taboo!  Fucking her friends father?  She thought about her self a year earlier.  She would have been overcome with embarrassment had she ever even been seen naked by a friends father, and here she was about to have sex with him!

He felt her slightly cold hand grab his dick, and he prepared for her to put it into her pussy.

“This is going to feel amazing!” he thought in his head, and right after thought it, she started sliding down on him.

“Wow!” He exclaimed as she came to rest with his cock all the way inside of her.  “Your pussy feels fucking amazing!”  The f-word caught her off guard again, then she laughed at her self.

“What's funny?”  He asked, suddenly self-conscience and concerned.  “I'm sitting here with my friend's father who's in his late thirties' dick inside of me, and I just thought it was weird that you said 'fuck'!”

Mr. Jones laughed at her, a sincere laugh.  “Yeah, it is kind of weird,” he agreed.

Mr. Jones worried that Karen wasn't enjoying it, but he could see wetness on his dick when ever Karen wasn't covering it, and her pussy felt warm, wet and relaxed.

Karen planted her hands on Mr. Jones hair covered chest, and then she gyrated her hips around, moving his dick again, rubbing the back walls of her cunt.  “Ooohh that feels good!” Mr. Jones sighed in response.

“I guess I might as well be the first of your friend's dad's to tell you that you have nice tits and a nice ass too,” Mr. Jones laughed as Karen started humping up and down again.

Karen laughed, and spanked her self playfully.

Mr. Jones bent his knees to where his feet were flat on the bed then asked Karen to lay with her chest on his.

She did, and he took over the humping.  He grabbed her ass while he drove his dick in and out of her pussy.  She could feel him breathing down her head, her face resting sideways near his shoulders, she being much shorter than he was.

Karen moaned a little as his dick rubbed against the bottom of her cunt, coming from a weird angle.

“That feel good?” Mr. Jones asked, continuing to hump.

“Yeah,” Karen moaned as he drove deep again.

Mr. Jones adjusted the angle so that he was rubbing the bottom of her cunt even more, his cock head digging into the wall, pushing against it.

Karen felt his hand leave her left butt cheek, and then she felt it find her clit.  His other hand wrapped around her back, holding her close to him, their body heat mixing.

He rubbed the top of her cunt lips, brushing over her clit and rubbing circles around it, and soon she was about to cum.

“Oh god!” She said as warm pleasure rushed through her body.  Mr. Jones sped up his humping as she came, and she could feel his dick head rubbing against her cunt walls rapidly.  “Oh god!” She moaned again, cumming again from the inside.  Mr. Jones felt her cunt grow more wet, and he realized she had squirted.

He let her finish cumming, then he realized he had gone too far.  “Don't move,” He said to Karen, his dick lodged inside of her, afraid he would cum if either of them moved even a tiny bit.  After a long moment, the feeling passed and he felt it was safe to move.

“Let's change positions,” he said, letting his dick fall out.

“K.”

They both sat up on their knees, Karen tried to keep her pussy from touching the bed, but she accidentally left a wet spot.  She noticed Mr. Jones cock was rock hard and coated with squirt juice and some pre-cum.  The veins in it were throbbing like he was dying to fuck someone.

Mr. Jones got on the floor and put two pillows on the edge of the bed and had Karen lay with her stomach on them, propping her pussy up to his crotch level.

“Do you want to do another position, or should I cum this time?”  He asked her.

“Cum when ever you want,” Karen said.

“Ok...  I'll probably cum this time then.  Do you care if I cum in your pussy?”  As he spoke, Karen could feel him reentering her.

“Cum where ever you want.”

“Great!”

“Oooohhh,” he groaned as he finished sticking his dick all the way in her.

He humped slowly for a while, but soon Karen could tell he was planning to cum.  He ran out of self control and soon he was fucking her with quick, deep strokes.  He would pull his cock out to where it was barely in her, then he would quickly burry it back into her.

He spanked her a couple of times, and he grabbed her sides, pulling her towards him every time he drove into her.

“I'm about to,” he said, and then he took off like a rocket.

He humped as hard and as fast as he could, in and out in and out.

“Oh my fucking God, Karen!” He screamed as he jizzed deep in her pussy.  Karen could feel his grips on her sides tighten as he came.  He barely moved, but once he stopped spurting, he humped a little more, bringing on a couple more spurts and a lot more moans and groans.

“Wow!” He said, stepping back.  “That was absolutely amazing!”

Karen got up and smiled at him.

He put his clothes back on, and then he turned to Karen.  “I'm glad you didn't seem to think I was too much of an ugly old man.”

“No, no!  I actually enjoyed it!” Karen exclaimed.  “And you're not an ugly old man!” She laughed.

“Ughh...” Mr. Jones sighed, “Now next time Fred has a guy friend over, once I tell her about this, Kathy's going to want to fuck one of his guy friends.”

Karen laughed.

“She'd probably love a young stallion who could hump the hell out of her,” Mr. Jones said, starting to walk towards the door.

“I don't know... You humped me pretty hard,” Karen joked, following him out the door, back into the kitchen.

“Did you two have fun?” Fred asked, smiling, sitting at the kitchen table watching TV, still naked.

“You sure can pick them!” Mr. Jones cheered.

Karen laughed then excused herself to go to the bathroom.  She had to pee from all of the water earlier, and, as she left the room, she also figured she should clean her self up since she heard Fred ask his dad, “Did you cum in her?”  Then she heard Fred go “Ewwww, nasty Dad!”

When ever Karen returned to the kitchen, Fred's father was gone.  “Probably telling his wife about the miracle that just happened to him,” she thought and then laughed to her self.

“You really didn't have to do that, you know,” Fred said.

“I know,” Karen responded.

“It was nice of you though.  Every 38 year old's dream!”

“As long as you don't try to get me to have sex with your grandpa!”

After a pause Fred added, “I think I'll leave the shock collar off of you now.”

“Good!” Karen said offensively.  “That thing fucking hurts!”

Silence again for a few seconds.

She looked at the clock on the oven.

“Wow!  Already 10:25!”

“Time flies when you're having sex,” Fred laughed.

“So, what do you want to do now?” Karen asked.

“Hmmm...  I don't know...  We could fuck more if you want?”

“Eh, I don't care,” Karen said.

“We could watch TV, go on a walk, play a game... do what ever?”

After a minute of thinking, he added “We could play strip poker or something if we had more people... Kind of late to invite people over though.”

Once Karen, Fred, and their other friends had played strip poker.  They augmented the rules a little though.  The girls had to take off clothes when they lost a hand, and the guys had to put on clothes when they lost a hand.  Also, if a girl was already naked when she lost a hand, she had to blow (or go down on if it was a girl) the winner for a minute if he was naked.  After about an hour of everyone getting a teasing amount of oral though, they had all just ended up fucking.

“I don't care,” Karen said again.

“Hmmm, I'm sure nothings on TV.  Let's just go on a walk around the block.”

“Ok.  Let me get my phone.”  Karen went down into the dungeon then came back carrying her clothes, Fred's clothes and her phone.

“Oh!” Karen said looking at her phone.  “I forgot to call my dad!”  She had two missed calls, but she knew he wouldn't be very worried.  “I wonder if they're asleep yet.”

She texted her brother.  “hey jimmy... r mom/dad asleep yet?”

“no,” he responded.

“thanks”

Karen called her house phone.

“Hey Karen!” Karen's mom answered.  “How's it going?”

“Pretty good....  How are things there?”

“Good.  Your father and I just finished a movie.  Jimmy, Roger and Nikki are watching something upstairs I think.”

“Fun fun....”

“Here, your dad wants to talk to you.”

“Ok mom, bye.”

“Bye!”

“Love you, Karen.”

“Love you too, Mom.

Karen heard weird noises as the phone was shifted around, then she heard her father

“Karen?”

“Hey!”

“How's it going?”

“Good!”

“Is Fred treating you nicely?”

“Yes dad, he's treating me nicely,” she laughed, and Fred make a fake whipping motion in the air.

“Yes, he's treating me like a gentleman should.”

“No, he hasn't made me do anything I didn't want to do....”

Fred smiled and mouthed “Yet.”

Karen thought about telling her dad that she had sex with Fred's dad, but she decided not to.  It might weird him out.

“Love you too, Dad.  Night!”

Karen closed her phone.

“Are you going to wear clothes?” Karen asked Fred.

“Eh, no.  Just going around the block,” He answered.

“K me neither then.”


“Mom, Dad, we're going on a walk!” Fred shouted as they went out the front door.

“Be careful!” His mom yelled.  “It's getting late!”

Her fears were largely overprotective since they lived in an extremely safe neighborhood.

“So,” Fred began once they were off his driveway and onto the neighborhood sidewalk, “was it weird having sex with my dad?”

“No, I actually kind of liked it.”

Fred gave her a look of disbelief.

“I came three times!” She added.

“Eww! Spare me the details, please.”

“First,” Karen started, ignoring his plea to omit details, ”I sucked his dick.”

“It was kind of awkward at first.”

“Oh!” Karen said abruptly.  “By the way, his dick is about half an inch smaller than yours in case you're curious.”

“Ewww!  I didn't need to know that!” Fred said.

“Anyway, first I sucked his dick, then he ate me out--he's really good at going down on girls by the way... amazing.  Then, we fucked.  We started out with me on top, and then he had me lean over the side of the bed and fucked me from behind.”

Fred was making a disgusted face, and he jokingly clamped his hands over his ears.

“La-la-la-la-la! I can't hear you!”

“Then he came in my pussy.”

“Ewww!  Shut up!”

“Fine,” Karen said, already done with her story.

“Oh, your dad said your mom would probably want one of your guys friends to fuck her now, so you might want to be prepared for that by the way.”

“Ewww!  Change the subject!”

Karen smirked.

“The weather's nice,” Karen noted.  The weather was actually nice.  It was about 70 degrees, and the stars were clear.

“Yeah, a good night for a walk.”

“A naked one!”

They both laughed.  They turned right at the street corner, heading towards the direction of Karen's house.

“So, are you glad so far that you came over?”

“Yeah,” Karen said.

“Is it what you thought it would be?”

“Eh, kind of.  I wasn't expecting the sex dungeon.  That entirely threw me off.”

“What did you think of the whip, candle and collar?”

“To be honest, I kind of liked the collar.  It made me feel helpless...  And wanted.  Kinda hurt though.  The whip there wasn't much to think about, and the candle wasn't nearly as painful as I thought it'd be.”

“Yeah, to be honest, I originally planned for that to be much more intense.  I was afraid you would freak out though, and I wouldn't want you to leave the first night!”

“I don't think I really would have left.”

“Next time I'll just gag you so you can't say no,” Fred said darkly.

“Looking forward to it,” Karen said back equally as darkly.

“Ooo freaky girl!” Fred teased.

“You're the one that wants to hurt people,” Karen laughed.

“I get a thrill of power though.  You, you just get pain.  I've never understood the submissive side.”

“I don't know...  A year ago I would've never been willing to try it, but I've had a couple of experiences since then that I liked.”

“Like what?”

They turned right, the opposite direction from Karen's house.  They seemed to be making a circle back to Fred's house.

“Well, there was the time that you tied me up in biology.”

“Yeah, I hope I didn't get carried away that day,” Fred appologized.  “I meant to say something to you afterwords, but it would've been kind of awkward to be like 'Hey girl I barely know, sorry I fucked you so hard the other day!'”

“I liked it!  Besides, I'm here now, aren't I?”

“So... continue with the story telling.”

“Well,” Karen continued, “One time Mike tied me to a bed and made me beg to cum.  He made me blow him in return for him finally letting me cum.  It felt so degrading that I was pressured into agreeing to do it, but at the same time I loved it.”

“Is his big?” Fred asked.

Karen laughed.  “Self conscience are you?  Worried you have a little pecker?”

“No!” He retorted.

Karen knew he probably really wasn't worried.  Fred wasn't freakishly huge, but he was quite large.  She would guess 7 and a half inches or so, maybe 7 and three quarters, and a good, filling thickness.

“It's about average.  Maybe a little bigger.  Don't worry!  Smaller than yours.”

Fred grunted contentedly.

“Why do guys worry about dick size so much?”

“I don't know,” Fred answered.  “Societal thing I think.”

“Well, you don't need to worry.  I guess you haven't noticed, but you're the biggest in our group of friends.”

“Am I your biggest so far?”  Fred questioned.

“No, and that actually brings me to my third experience with rough stuff.  One time my brother's friend invited me over to shower in front of him, his college age brother and his brother's friends.”

“Little voyeuristic are you?” Fred teased.

“If you've got it, flaunt it,” Karen answered, squeezing her breasts and rubbing her ass.

“Anyway,” She continued, “I locked them all out of the house as a joke when they were naked.  They got in the backdoor, and they were not happy.  I think they would have stopped had I really been upset...  Maybe... I hope...  Hmm...”

Karen had thought about it a little afterwords, but she still wasn't sure.  If she had to give a yes or no answer, she really wouldn't be sure if they would have stopped or not.  She would guess no.

“You were with five guys, who may or may not have cared if you consented?  That must've gotten wild.”

“Yeah, first they made me ride Roger, the one the my brother's age.  That was the first time someone came in me.  Then, it got crazy from there.  Soon I had a dick in each hole.  Pussy, ass, mouth...”

“Haha, like my stories?” Karen had noticed that Fred was erect.

He grunted.

“You said one of them had a bigger dick than I did?”

“Still caught up on that?”

Fred grunted again.  They turned back onto his street having made a half mile circle around his chunk of the neighborhood.

“Yeah, one of Roger's brother's friends.  Had to have been at least 9 inches long!  Big around too.  Let me tell you, that shoved up your ass with little lube and not giving permission isn't very fun.”

“So were you mad at them?”

They walked up Fred's driveway and sat on the front steps.

“Well, it hurt a lot...  Being anally and vaginally fucked at the same time is a really weird feeling, but once I got past the pain, it actually felt kind of good.”

“It felt good?  What?” Fred was surprised.

“Well, I mean it wasn't like amazing pleasure, and I didn't cum or anything.  I think it just was a mental thing.”

“Oh, that makes more sense.”

“Yeah, I limped for 2 days...”

Fred laughed.  “You might be limping when you leave here!”

“Oh?  Is that so?”  Karen teased him.  “Your little bitty dick isn't going to make me limp!”

“Oh, we'll see about that later,” Fred teased back.

“Not now Mr. Hot Stuff?”

“Don't tempt me.”

Karen stood up and started fake pole dancing.

“I'm warning you!”

She started rubbing her tits, panting and rubbing her pussy lips.

She leaned over in front of him and touched her toes.  “You want to stick your dick in there don't you?” She slid a finger into her pussy, then turned around and slowly rubbed Fred's growing cock.

“Come here, bitch!”

Fred got up from the stairs and went towards her, but she took off down the drive way. 

“You can't outrun me!” Fred screamed.

She ran down the road a little ways then out into the middle.  He ran after her, dick flapping, and she ran past him back towards his house.

She ran inside and locked the door just as he turned the knob and pushed.

“Karen!  Let me in!”

“No!”

“Karen, let me in the damn house!”

“Will you give me a 30 second head start?”

“Fine!”

Karen turned the lock, and Fred started dramatically counting.

Karen hurried upstairs to his bedroom.  She wondered how long it would take him to find her there.

Fred counted to 20 in quick counting then came inside.

He walked into the living room.  “Hey, have y'all seen Karen?”

“No.  Did you lose her on your walk?”

“No, she's hiding from me.”

“She's probably hiding from that thing.”  His dad laughed, pointing at Fred's still hard dick.

“Ugh!”  Fred stormed out of the living room.  He checked the dungeon, his parents' room, the dining room, the game room and then he realized she must be in his room.

“I know you're in here!” He shouted, throwing the door to his room open.

“Covers don't make you invisible you know!”

Fred got closer to his bed.  “Got ya!” He screamed pulling back the covers.

He was surprised to see pillows under the covers, and he turned around when he heard laughter.  Karen flung open his closet door and ran at him.

“No!  I've got you!”  She tacked him backwards onto his bed and had his hands pinned to his sides.

“Oh?”  He rolled to the side, easily escaping Karen's hold.  “You're half my size!”

“Oh yeah?”  Karen got on the opposite side of the bed.  “Come get this then!”  She spread her legs wide and rubbed her cunt.

“Looks like someone is wet!  I think you want it!”

“I think I want to make you take it!”

“Fine!  I can play rough!” Fred lunged for her.  She started to roll backwards to evade him, but he grabbed her by the ankle.

“Ah!  Got ya now, bitch!”

She kicked furiously and her foot connected with his chest.

He grunted but barely felt it in his worked up state.

“Oh?  Fighting hard huh!?”

He grabbed her other leg and dragged her towards him face down.

“I should've left the damn collar on you!” He lamented.

He pushed his knees into the back of her knees, and he held her arms behind her back.

He jumped across the room and grabbed a pair of handcuffs off of his desk.

Karen had gotten up and was on her feet beside the bed, but Fred pushed her back on it.  She kicked and fought but he flipped her onto her stomach again.  Getting the first cuff on was easy, but he had to yank her wrists together to get the second one on.  The whole time she was kicking at him, Kicks randomly connecting with his back.

He pushed the pillows off of his bed then he moved Karen to the middle.

“Going to be good now?” He asked, holding her legs down with his knees, pushing her face into the bed.

“Are you going to be a good slut?” He repeated.

Karen was quiet.  He grabbed a handful of hair.  “Say it!”

“No!”

Fred yanked on her hair.  “Ahhhh!” She kicked furiously and a couple of the kicks made loud thumping noises on his back.

“Say it!”

“Yes, yes!  Ok!”

“Yes what?”

“I will!”

“Say it!”

“I'll be a good slut!”

Fred dug one of his knees in between Karen's legs.

“Spread your legs, whore!”

She laid still.

Fred smacked her ass hard, leaving a giant red spot.

“Ahhh!”

“Do what I say, whore!”

Fred managed to dig his second knee in between her legs.  “Spread them!”

“No!”

Fred slapped her ass again.

“Spread your fucking legs!”

He tried to pry them apart with his knees, but he couldn't pry apart while positioning his dick at the same time.

“Fine!” He screamed and grabbed a handful of her hair.  “Spread 'em!” He yelled, yanking her head off the ground by her hair.

“Owww!” Karen yelled in pain, her head searing.

Fred let go of her hair, and she spread her legs.

“That's a good whore!”

He pushed her legs a little wider then positioned him self.

“Tomorrow I'm going to ass fuck you,” Fred teased, poking his throbbing dick head against Karen's exposed ass.  Her legs flew back together, but Fred's knees stopped them, and he pushed them back apart.

He rubbed his cock through her pussy lips.  “You're wet, whore!”

“You should've,” Fred shouted, ramming his dick into Karen's wet cunt, “spread your fucking legs,” he pulled his dick out and rammed it back in, causing Karen to grunt, “when I god damn told you to!”

He slammed into her again, causing her to grunt.

“So you like it rough?!”  He laid flat on top of her, dick in her, grabbed a handful of her hair, began yanking on it and started fucking her rough.

He humped in and out of her roughly and Karen was soon grunting in pain.  Her head seared and her pussy felt like it was bleeding, but she loved the rush.  She felt like pure energy was running through her.  She felt like she could run a thousand miles an hour or jump a hundred feet in the air.

The pain in Karen's head disappeared, replaced by a duller, stinging pain.  Karen felt the hand that had been in her hair snaking under her body.

Fred started rubbing her clit, still fucking her hard.  He pumped in and out roughly, his skin slapping against Karen, the only noise besides their shared grunts.

Fred slowed down and started fucking Karen slower and more smoothly.  “I'm gonna make you cum like the whore you are,” he said, directly rubbing her clit.

She started bucking under him, the pleasure from him directly rubbing her clit too much.  She tried to get out from under him, but he had her pinned down.

Fred was acting calm.  He was slowly sliding in and out of Karen, getting as far out as he could without slipping out then slowly sliding all the way back in, lodging his dick in her cunt until he could feel his balls touching his fingers as he rubbed her clit.

Karen could feel an orgasm building in her.  It built quickly, and just as quickly as it grew, the pleasure violently exploded.  “Oh fuck!” Karen yelled out.

As she came, Fred began fucking her roughly again.  “Fucking whore!” He screamed, slamming his dick into her roughly.  “Oh!” She moaned from the rough pressure.

Karen's orgasm passed, but she could feel her self about to cum again.  Fred's rough fucking rammed deep inside of her, and he continued to rub her clit.  “Oh my fucking god!” She screamed, cumming again, barely through her first round.

“Fuck!” Fred groaned as Karen was almost done cumming.  “Oh fuck!” He moaned.

He felt a light pulse first, then he came full force.  “Holy fucking shit!” He screamed, jizzing deep into Karen's cunt.  “Oh fuck!  Oh shit!  Oh my God!”  He shot 11 times, ecstasy surging through him each pulse.

After he finished cumming, he laid on top of Karen for a second, dick still in her cum and wetness filled pussy.

After a moment Fred rolled off of her.

He walked over to his desk, got the handcuff keys then unhandcuffed Karen.

“Did you like that?”

“I came hard!”

“Did it hurt?”

“Yeah a little.  Did you like it?”

“Hehe...  Yeah,” Fred laughed.  “Of course.”

Karen went to the bathroom, and Fred could hear her peeing through the open door.  After a few minutes she returned.


Fred was laying on his bed, head on a pillow, a sheet cover from his waist down.  His comforter was on the floor at the foot of the bed.  His flat screen TV was on, and he was flipping channels.

He pulled back the sheet on the other side of the bed.  “What do you want to watch?”

Karen hesitated for a moment.  Getting under the covers felt weird.

She got on the bed and pulled the sheet over her, up above her boobs and got situated on a pillow.  “I don't care.”


Fred finally stopped clicking through the guide and settled on an old bond movie.

“Are you hot?” He asked.

“Hmm maybe a little,” Karen answered.  She thought the temperature was fine.

“K.”

Fred got out from under the covers, walked out of his room then came back a moment later.  “I turned it down a little bit,” he said, walking through the doorway.  He flipped the lights off on his way to bed.

“Are you comfortable?” He asked Karen as he got back into bed.

“Yeah.”

“If you get cold, you can get the comforter off the floor.”

They watched TV for a few minutes.

“What time do you normally go to sleep?” Fred asked.

“Midnight or so.”

Fred hit the “Info” button on the remote, and the guide popped back up for a second.  It was 12:02.

“Do you usually sleep with your TV on or off?”

“Off, but I'm not tired yet.”

“K. Tell me when you get tired.”


They watched the rest of the movie.  When the credits started, Fred hit the “Info” button again.  12:18.

“Karen,” Fred started.

“Yeah?”

“I don't have cooties, you know.”

Karen and Fred had a good foot maybe a foot and a half of space in between them.

“I know,” Karen laughed.

“Are you uncomfortable?”

“No...”

“You can sleep in my brother's room if you want.”

“You have a brother?”  Karen had no idea he had a brother.

“Yeah, he's at his girlfriend's tonight.  Would you be more comfortable in there?”

“No, no, I'm fine.”

“Are you sure?”

Karen did feel a little uncomfortable.  They were laying in bed, lights dimmed watching TV, about to sleep together.  Not fuck, but actually sleep together.  It felt weird to her, like something married couples or friends of the same sex do, not fuck buddies.

“Yeah, I'm sure.”

As Fred flipped channels, she wondered to her self.  “Why am I so afraid of liking someone?  I've never even had a serious boyfriend!”  She made a resolution to get closer to Fred.  Not emotionally for the time being, just physically in the bed.

She scooted towards him to where they were about 3 inches apart.  One of his legs was splayed sideways, and it was touching her's.

“Karen, if you're not comfortable, you didn't have to move closer.”  Fred moved away from her a little bit.

“I wasn't uncomfortable,” Karen lied, “I was just waiting for you to come to me.”

Fred gave her a “riiigghhhtt” look.

To prove her point, Karen curled up right next to him, grabbed his hand and wrapped it around her shoulder, resting her head on his chest, looking at his face.

“Karen, we can just stay physical if you want.  That's fine with me.”

Karen stayed silent for a second.  It threw her off guard that he was fine with an emotionless relationship too.  In a way, it bothered her.  She wondered if maybe that's what she had been afraid of, that he wouldn't like her back.  That he really did just want to fuck her.

“No, really, I'm fine,” Karen said.  “Besides, you're warm!”  The room had become colder since Fred had turned down the air.  It wasn't cold enough to warrant getting the comforter off of the ground, but it was a little chilly to Karen.  Fred really did make a nice heater.

“You're really fine?”

“Yes!” Karen said exasperatedly.  She moved her face closer to his, pushing her point.

“So,” Fred said, “You won't mind if I do this?”

“Do wha---”

Fred leaned forward before she could finish and kissed her, just a peck on the lips.  Karen noticed that his lips were much softer than she would have expected.

Fred sat up a little, Karen sliding flat onto the bed, Fred looking down on her.  He looked curious, and a little afraid, gauging her reaction.  She smiled.  Fred picked up the remote, and turned off the TV, launching the room into darkness.

Karen tingled with anticipation.  She couldn't see Fred.  She strained her eyes, trying to adjust to the pitch black, but then she gave up.  She closed her eyes deciding he had laid back down, but then she felt Fred's warm arm brush her shoulder, then she could feel his body on top of her's, warmth jumping between them.  Then she moaned, his soft, tender lips pressing into her's, and she breathed out around his lips and into his mouth in relaxation.  Fred ran his hand through Karen's hair, behind her head and held her mouth against his.  His other hand snaked under her and held her lower body, holding their bodies together.  They were breathing heavily, lips working quickly into other lips, everything a soft blur in the dark.

Karen felt a tongue part her lips and rub against her teeth.  She opened her mouth and pushed her tongue forward at the same time.  Their tongues danced together, they breathed on each others' faces, and soon they became one.

Fred felt Karen pushing on the inside of his thighs with her knees.  He continued to kiss her as he got his knees in between her's.

“Karen, I--”

“Shhhh,” a voice in the dark said softly, a finger pressing against Fred's lips after brushing his face.

Karen felt something briefly push against her, and then she was filled with pleasure, already soaking wet.

She had never before felt the emotional side of sex.  Suddenly her scalp tingled.  Fred's hand on her lower back felt warm and comforting.  His other hand moved to hold her upper back.  She couldn't feel where her body stopped and his began except when reared back too far humping.

She wrapped her arms around his lower back, not wanting him to leave her like that.  She liked feeling his warmth.  Hot air flowed down her neck, and over her shoulders.  Fred kissed her all over:  her lips, her neck, her shoulders, anywhere he could reach, his foot taller frame getting in the way.

Karen started to feel a familiar feeling rising, but it felt slightly different.  She couldn't pinpoint how it felt different until it washed through her.

Karen tightened her hold on Fred, and then she could hear his moaning through her's.  His grip tightened on her, and then they became a ball of heaven, a single entity bound together through their shared, sacred euphoria.

“Karen,” Fred whispered.  Total relaxation pulsed flowed through Karen like a soft brook, and pleasure raged through her, leaving her body relaxed and on fire with ecstasy.   

Fred didn't feel like he normally felt when cumming.  It didn't even feel like an orgasm.  It felt better.  He felt like he was reaching out and connecting to Karen, an unbreakable bond for just a moment.  His head tingled, and bursts of pleasure flowed through his veins, jumping between him and Karen, their tightening grips serving as passage ways.

“Karen,” he began again an hour long  half-second later, “I love you.”

He said it with such conviction and such passion, that his soft voice sounded natural to Karen.  “I love you too,” She said back without a moment of hesitation.

The pleasure started to dilute in their veins as they came down, but the relaxation stayed.

Fred rolled off of Karen silently in the dark and grabbed her, pulling her to his chest.  He ran his hand through her hair slowly.

Karen started to drift into sleep, but then she heard Fred's deep voice, and she could feel it echoing in her chest as she laid on him, their bodies wrapped together.

“I'm sorry...  I just got caught up in the moment.”

Karen waited for the sillyness to sink in, the sinking feeling of realizing one's own moment of childish naivety.

“I said it too,” Karen pointed out.

“I just got caught up and it slipped out,” Fred apologized.

“Do you regret saying it?”

“I don't know.  Never before that moment had I ever felt that way about you before....  Suddenly the feeling just washed over me, and I couldn't stop my self from saying.”

Karen understood exactly how he felt.

“I still feel it now, but...”

“But what?”

“I'm afraid it will go away...  Everyone wants to be in love.”

“Fred, don't laugh at this, but I feel like that's the first time I've ever had sex.  Well, I've had sex lots of times, but---”

“Shhh,” A finger pressed softly over her lips.  “I know exactly what you mean,” lips whispered in her ear then kissed her.





Karen wasn't sure what woke her in the morning.  She woke abruptly, instantly awake, barely any grogginess.  She felt well rested, and as she stretched, taking care not to wake Fred, who was sleeping face down, arms and legs spread wide, she recounted the darkness the night before.  She couldn't visualize anything, but her feelings surged.  For a brief moment she felt the relaxation and the pleasure, the joy and the connection.

Then she couldn't believe what had happened.  It seemed so silly.  For a few moments last night, she had really believed she loved him.  “I don't even know his favorite color!” She chided her self.  “Dark green,” She thought in a whisper realizing she did know his favorite color.

She wondered if he would feel silly when he woke up too.  What would she do if she said she loved him again?  She was worried.

Karen laid in bed for a few minutes, drifting in and out of sleep, but then her bladder started to wake up from its slumber.

When she came back from the bathroom, she saw Fred's clock.  9:34.

Fred's eyes were open, his head turned towards the bathroom door.  When Karen walked out, he got up, stretched a little and went in.  Karen could hear him peeing as she got back in bed, pulling the  body-heat warmed sheet over her.

Fred got back in bed too and curled up behind Karen, spooning her.

“You pee really loudly,” Karen said, and Fred could see her smiling.

“You're one to talk!  You peed about 20 times yesterday!” Fred countered, brushing Karen's hair out of her face, his chest warm against her back.

“I don't usually like to drip cum everywhere.”

“You did last night,” Fred laughed, reaching behind him to rub a still barely wet spot where his cum had dripped back out of Karen later in the night.

“I did a lot of unusual things last night.”

“We can just pretend it never happened, if you want.”

“As you wish.”  Fred leaned over and kissed her cheek.

He got up, shifting the sheet, and Karen could feel cold air attack her back.

“Want to come shower with me?” Fred asked.

Karen stayed in bed a few more minutes, lulled almost to sleep again by the sound of the shower, but she began to get cold.

When she pulled back the shower curtain, Fred had soap in his hair and was looking down under the shower nozzle, but he turned to look at her.  He smiled, then finished getting the soap out of his hair.

“Here's shampoo, conditioner, and body wash,” Fred said, pointing to each of three bottles.  “Kind of guy-ish, but they should work fine.”

Karen had brought her own shampoo, conditioner and bodywash, but she didn't feel like getting it out of her bag down stairs.

She got beside Fred under the stream of water and got her hair and body wet.  He massaged shampoo into her hair, let her rinse it then repeated the process with conditioner.  He rubbed bodywash on her, his slick hands sliding over her skin, then he washed it off with more rubbing.

Karen handled her more intimate washing while Fred conditionered his hair and washed his body.

Fred was erect, and Karen's nipples were hard, but neither of them made a move towards sex.  It still felt awkward.

When Fred shut off the water, he reached out of the shower and pulled his arm back in, handing Karen a towel.  He reached again and grabbed himself the other one on the rack.

They toweled off in the shower then got out.



Still naked, both of them sat at the kitchen table watching the news as they ate breakfast.  Karen ate Frosted Flake and Fred ate Frosted Minnie Wheats.

“So...” Fred started, trying to make conversation, “you know I'm still going to assfuck you later, right?”

“That's just what you think,” Karen teased back.

“Oh?”

“Yup.”

“You know...  That first time in biology when I tied you up, I thought about butt fucking you then.”

“Ugh!  That butt plug had been enough!”

“So you didn't enjoy it?” Fred asked.

“Yeah, I did.  I wouldn't be here had I not.”

“Hmm, true.”

They are cereal in silence for a minute, both of them watching the news.

“Karen, did you know you were my first that day?”

“Really?” He had seemed to know what he was doing, and he was pretty good.

“Yup.”

“You missed my first time by a few hours,” Karen laughed.

“Who was it with?”

“You can never tell him this, but my first time was with my brother's friend when he, his brother and his friends well crazy on me.”

“That must've been a pretty crappy first time!”

“Yeah...  Well...  Kind of.  I mean, I guess I just never really thought about it.  I know your first time is supposed to be all emotional and all, but it never really bothered me.”

“Did you hear about Natalie Williams that day in Ms. Hooker's class?” Fred said, the idea of an emotional first time making him think about her.

“Well, I know her and Rick had some issue, and it went in front of the school board and was a big fuss.”

“You never heard the details?  Rick never told you?!”  Fred was shocked.  Rick never shut up about it to him, Jeff and Mike for a month.

“Nope.  I hear it was her first time or something.”

“Yeah...  But it was kind of...  bad for her.”  Fred thought the entire school had heard about it.  Natalie's parents had even kicked up a fuss, but Karen usually minded her own business.  “Natalie was the last to get naked.  Ms. Hooker had to threaten to get some guys to help her take her clothes off before she finally took her bra and panties off.”

Karen gave him a “Where is this going look?”

Fred's dad watched into the kitchen yawning.  “Oh sorry, Karen.  I forgot you were here,” he apologized.  He was wearing just boxers.

“It's no big deal, Mark,” Karen said, stressing his name, alluding back to their sex session.

“Morning, Fred,” Mr. Jones said.

“Morning dad.”

“Well,” Fred continued, “by that time of the day, she already knew what was going to happen.  She started crying when Ms. Hooker told her to pick a guy, and she tried to get out of the room, but of course she couldn't.  She pled with Ms. Hooker not to make her do it.  She said she was a virgin.  Ms. Hooker still made her do it though, and she picked Rick.”

“Why Rick?” Karen interjected.

“Don't know...  Maybe she thought he was hot,” Fred laughed, “or maybe she thought he would be nice.”

“Somehow I doubt he was nice,” Karen said.

“Are y'all talking about that Williams girl thing a while back?” Fred's dad interjected, standing by the toaster waiting for his frozen waffles to heat.

“Yeah, dad.”

Fred turned back to Karen.  “Rick was nice at first.  He told her he would only make her suck him off, but then he got horny or something and changed his mind.”

“It really was quite terrible,” Fred's dad chimed in.  “I'm glad it wasn't that way for many other girls.”

“It doesn't sound all that bad...  I mean everyone has a first time sometime,” Karen responded.

“Fred didn't tell you the gritty details yet.”

Karen looked at Fred, one eyebrow arched questioningly.

“Well,” Fred began again, “She was tied to the wall, like I had tied you when I stuck the butt plug in.”

Karen pictured it.  She had been entirely helpless, entirely at Fred's mercy.  She felt sympathy for Natalie.  She wouldn't want to be bound like that while emotionally unstable.

“Rick ate her out and fingered her few a few minutes, but she was still so dry that he had to use lube when he fucked her.”  Fred's face grimaced as if he were imaging the pain.

Fred's dad sat down and drenched his waffle in syrup.

“Rick told me once that he was a little rougher than he should've been.  He even gagged her so she would stop screaming.  The worst part was that instead of doing like our class did and everyone going on their way, everyone watched.  Collin described it like a train wreck where he just couldn't look away.”

Karen imagined herself, tied to the wall, legs spread, arms bound, gagged, crying.  Then she pictured 30 17 and 18 year old students watching, wanting her to get fucked and violated, no one on her side, even the teacher allowing it.  It did sound quite horrible.

“That's terrible!” Karen said.
Fred's mom walked into the kitchen, and Karen turned her head.  She apparently had either forgotten Karen was there too or wasn't very modest.  Karen wasn't sure which one.  Mrs. Jones was wearing Soffes and nothing else.  Karen thought she actually looked really good for a woman in her late 30s who had had two kids.  Her tits still looked fairly firm, she was in good shape, and she had nice curves.

Karen turned back to Fred,“I didn't realize it was like that!” 

“Oh come on!” Fred argued, “It wasn't that bad.  She should've just loosened up!”

“What are y'all talking about,” Fred's mom asked.

“The Williams girl thing,” Mr. Jones told his wife.

“It wasn't that bad?!” Karen fumed, “She was bound, fucked and humiliated!”

“Yeah, I know it wasn't the best way possible Karen, but still, it's not like she was hurt or anything.”

“What about emotionally?”

Fred took a different approach.  “So what was supposed to happen?  A girl was just supposed to sit out?  A girl was supposed to be with two guys?  Doesn't seem fair to anyone else!”

Karen wasn't sure what to say back.  “But still!”

“Karen, she was the only girl who freaked out!”

Karen crossed her arms defiantly, convinced she was right.

“Dad, what do you think?” Fred asked.

“Well,” Fred's dad began, wishing he hadn't been dragged into it.  “I think you both have good points.”

“Would you have fucked her, dad?”

“Probably,” Fred's dad conceded.

“Would you have Fred?” Karen chimed in.

“Yes!”

“That's---”

“Let's just drop it!” Fred's mom interjected.

“Ugh!  Fine!” Fred moaned.

The 4 ate in silence for a few minutes, then Fred put his bowl in the sink.  Karen had eaten two bowls and didn't move to put any more in her empty bowl, so he took her's to the sink too.

“Thanks,” she said.



“So, what are y'all's plans for today?” Fred's dad asked.

“Don't know yet,” Fred answered.

“Are you staying tonight?” Fred's dad asked Karen.

“Yeah, if it's OK with you and Fred.”

“Fine with me,” Fred said.

“Stay as long as you want,” Fred's mom said.

“Mr. Jones, I might have to thank you for your hospitality later,” Karen said diritly, smiling a little

“And how would you do that?”

“I'm sure I could think of something.”

Mrs. Jones put her face in her hand and moaned teasiningly.

“By the way,” Fred's mom said, “Do y'all mind picking up Kyle later?”

“Sure,” Fred answered.  “When?”

“If you get him at lunch, y'all could stop and get food on the way home.”

“K, that works,” Fred said.

The clock on the oven read 10:27.

Karen and Fred stayed in the kitchen, watching the news.  Karen was surprised Fred didn't already want to fuck.

After a few minutes, both of his parents left the room, and Fred muted the TV.

“Karen, when my dad asked if you were staying the night tonight, I think he thought I had already told you something.”

“Huh?”

“Uhhh, my parents are having a party tonight.”

Karen thought for a second.  “Oh...?”

“Yeah, we can go if you want, or we can stay upstairs, or you can leave if you want.”

Karen thought for a second.  “Would we be out of place?  Aren't we kind of young?”

“Yeah,” Fred admitted, “we're a little young, but my parents are actually on the old side.  The ages are spread pretty  well all the way from low twenties to high thirties, although most people are late 20s-ish.”

“Would your parents be OK with it?”

“Yeah, they're who suggested I invite you.”

“Have you gone before?”

“Yeah a couple of times.  They try to keep the male and female counts balanced, so I've only gone twice when there were somehow more women than men.”

“Was it fun when you went?”

“Oh, it's amazing!  I'd never fucked so much in my life!”

“Is it like... extreme?”  Karen didn't know how else to word it.  “Like, do people whip each other and stuff?”

“It can be extreme, but that's all up to the people.”

“Oh,” Karen said a little unsure.

“Karen, it's quite a complex system actually.  About 30 people go, and there are rules and everything.”

“30 people?!” Karen hadn't realized the Jones swinger group was so big.  No wonder they had such a large dungeon!

“Well, there's actually about 45 in the club, but only 30 usually show up each time.”

“Wow, I didn't realize their group was so big!”

“Yeah, how else did you think they paid for the basement?”

Karen hadn't thought about that.  Once she considered it, the basement probably had cost quite a lot in just building, and the stuff in it had to be a lot too.

“Do you think I would like it?”

“Yeah!”

They sat in silence for a minute, Karen considering it.

“Well, I promised I'd do what ever you want this weekend, and I guess I should stick with that.”

“Karen, if you don't want to go, it's fine with me.”

“No, no, I think I'll like it.  I'm just a little worried about if it gets out of hand.”

“It won't get out of hand Karen.  There's a bracelet system.  Green is 'anything goes', like 'just grab me, bend me over and fuck me', yellow is 'ask permission first', and red is for when people are taking a break.  Also, some couples wear the same color band, and in that case you have to ask the dominant for permission to do stuff with the submissive.”

“What color would I wear?”

“Which ever color you want.”

Karen still looked a little unsure.

“Also, there's safe words, and a monitor in case anything gets out of control.”  Karen had heard of a safe word before, but she had never heard of a monitor.

“A monitor?”

“Yeah, technically called a dungeon monitor.  People switch off DM duty.  The monitor just walks around and makes sure no one is in harm's way, and if someone says the safeword, and the other person doesn't stop, it's the monitor's job to stop that person.”

“Has anyone ever not stopped?”

“No, not that I know of.  If that ever happens, the person will get kicked out of the group, I'm sure.”

“What's the safeword?”

“Well, yellow means slow down or less intense, and red means stop completely.  If you're gagged, the signal then to stop is to grunt 3 times, like this.”  Fred grunted oddly, “Or to clench and unclench your fists rapidly.”

“Oh,” Karen said, feeling more at ease.

“So you want to go?”

“Sounds like it will be fun.”

“I think Kyle and Carrie are going to go tonight.”  Karen gathered that Carrie was Fred's brother's girlfriend or something.  She was that another young couple would be there.

“That's good I guess,” Karen said.

“My parents said we could invite another couple our age, if you want.”

“Hmm, I think that would be good,” Karen said.  “Aren't Mike and Anna hanging out this weekend?”

“Yeah,” Fred answered, “should we invite them?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Damn, I should have told you about this sooner then.”

“Why?”

“Well, there's also a dress code, so I hope they don't have issues finding something to wear.”

“A dress code?  Isn't everyone going to be naked?”  Karen thought a dress code seemed pretty pointless.

“Yeah, people usually end up naked, but they're supposed to show up dressed in bondage like clothes, like leather and what not.”

“Oh.”  Karen hadn't thought of that.

“Sexy clothes in general work though.  I don't know if they'll have anything or not.”

“Uh, I don't think I have anything,” Karen said.

“Oh, yeah, I didn't think of that,” Fred admitted.

“Hmm.” Fred thought, “we can stop by a shop when we get Kyle.”

“Well, I guess we should talk to Mike and Anna soon if they're going to have to get clothes too.”

“Yeah,” Fred agreed.  “I'll call Mike.”  He went up to his room and came back with his cell phone in hand, already talking to Mike.

Karen listened as Fred explained the situation to Mike.  Mike asked a lot of questions.  Based on Fred's answers, they seemed to be the same questions Karen had asked, minus the safety ones.

“Well, before you say y'all will go,” Fred started, and Karen wondered if Mike had been relaying the information to Anna or he had just assumed she would go,  “I haven't told y'all the problem yet.”

“Yeah, well, you and Anna will need to wear leather stuff, or at least sexy clothes.”

“Yeah,” Fred laughed, “Everyone ends up naked anyway.”

“It's not my rule!” Fred laughed again.

“Well, uh,” Fred concluded, “It starts at 8, but y'all can come over anytime after like 4 or 5, but I'll probably have to help set up a little.”

Karen wondered what Fred planned to do until “4 or 5.”

“K cool, we'll see y'all later.”  Fred close his phone.


