MarcieChapter 2 Marcie s Induction
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"How do you want me?" Karen asked. We were both naked, and the summer breeze was caressing my balls.
We first tried placing her left foot on one of the benches, and I scrunched down to line us up. I had one hand on her back and the other one on her ass, as I eased in.
"What's wrong?" she asked, when I stopped.
"It's not working," I said, pulling out. My need was great, but paled compared to the possibility of hurting her.
Karen demonstrated that her need was just as great as mine. She turned, bent over, placed her hands on the bench, and wiggled her ass, beckoning me to enter her.
I moved behind her, and felt the silken lining as my cock slipped in without a hitch. It had been seven days since we'd left the motel at the tennis tournament, and I wondered how long I would be able to last. She'd left her son sleeping in his room, admitted that I brought out the slut in her, and her willingness to offer her body in a somewhat demeaning manner gave me concern. She deserved the best treatment that I was capable of giving her.
This moment, the act of joining us together for the first time in seven days, had occupied my mind since I'd hung up the phone, driven to the alley, hopped the wall, and found her waiting for me. Still, I hesitated.
Karen shivered, prompting me to place my hands on her back and feel the effects of the night air. Even the stone around the fishpond felt cold against my feet. I rubbed her back, tummy, and moved my hands to her breasts, all in an effort to stall as long as possible.
"Is this better?" she asked, and I heard urgency in her voice.
"It's perfect, but are you going to be okay?"
"Fuck me, I'll tell you if it gets too much for me to ... just fuck me, Sammy."
Karen's athletic body, enthusiasm, and stamina canceled my concerns that I would not be able to satisfy her. I pulled out and pushed back in, and felt her move with me. I put everything else out of my mind, and just concentrated on our joint effort.
"I know what you're doing," she said, when she felt my finger dip into her pussy to pick up lubricant.
"I think you like it."
Her answer was to push back as I moved my finger to its target. She actually picked up speed when I drilled the tip of my finger into her ass. Her words came in short spurts.
"You ... make me ... feel like ... such a ... slut."
I knew I couldn't hold out much longer, and was looking for a chance to take a break.
"Aggggh," she complained, when I pulled my finger out of her ass.
I stopped thrusting. "Do you want me to put it back?"
"Hmmm."
"You'll have to tell me if you want me to put it back."
"YES, damn it! Put it back in, PLEASE!"
The tip of my finger was no sooner back in her when she took over, carelessly ramming her ass back at me with abandon. All I had to do was to hold on until I could tell that she was tiring. I pulled my finger out of her ass, held her in place with both hands, and fucked her until she announced that she was coming. I pushed in and released a load that had taken seven days to manufacture. We remained attached until we regained our breath.
"Thank you," I said, and took her into my arms, rubbing her back, down to her ass, and back up to her shoulders.
"For giving you a warm, wet, wrap for your cock?" she asked, giggling softly. I felt her breasts against my chest, and her cheek touch mine.
"For not telling me how high the wall is and that there are spikes on top."
She spread her robe on the bench. "I'm leaking, what can I use to catch the drip?"
I gave her my shorts, which she placed on the robe to protect it. We took seats, straddling the bench and facing each other.
"I was so happy that you called. I could hear that you didn't score at the wedding in your voice."
"Passed, I passed, twice," I corrected her, moving forward. She placed her legs on top of mine, and I moved closer.
"I knew what you wanted."
"What I needed," I corrected her again, and moved until I could rub her back and nibble her bottom lip.
"I needed it, too," she admitted.
"Seven days is too long to go without."
She let me pull her bottom lip out and release it. "I know, but what can we do?"
"Can't you make time for us now that the school year is over?"
"I'm working mornings, then there's my son to consider, and my in-laws are such prudes."
Her nipples were poking my chest, and my cock was coming back to life. She kissed me, and closed the distance between our genitals.
"Why do you stay here?"
"Sammy, let's not discuss that right now. Tell me, were you thinking of me when you took a pass at the wedding?"
"Yes," I said, not sure if I was being truthful. I remember thinking of what she'd said about not caring what I did when we were apart, but that had nothing to do with me taking a pass. I may have seen that Nora and Freda were looking for a way of getting back at Darien.
Karen took my cock in her hand, and guided it up and down her slit, once, twice, before pushing forward to take it inside her sleeve. "Thank you for thinking of me," she said.
I felt my cum still inside her, as she began rocking, She was well lubricated, and the fit was not as tight as before. Karen compensated for this by contracting and releasing her internal muscles, massaging my cock quite effectively.
"I'm glad you took a pass," she said.
That was the end of our talking. We moved together, slowly, enjoying the warmth between us, as we created enough friction to make a tight, although somewhat sloppy, fit. I cupped the cheeks of her ass in my hands, and helped her, but it was Karen that did most of the work. Not that we were in a hurry to finish, but it would have taken forever if I hadn't found her little sphincter, and slipped the tip of my forefinger inside.
It was like changing a blender speed from stir to blend. I felt her hips take off like a jackhammer. I had a hard time keeping my finger inserted, and my lips safe from her sharp teeth.
"I'm coming," she warned me.
"Me, too," I said, removing my finger, and holding her until we wound down.
"I'm such a slut," she said, getting up and putting the robe around her shoulders.
"No, you're not," I said, taking her into my arms.
"It's your fault. It's never happened before. I get this way when I think of you putting your finger in my ass."
"Would you prefer if I didn't do it?"
She didn't answer my question. "Go before we start again. I have to get up early, and you do, too."
I found my clothes, except for my shorts, kissed her goodbye, and headed for the wall and the alley where my car was parked.
On Monday, shipments began to arrive from Josh and Eddie. I told Karen about the battery charger when she called that night, but she didn't act as if she'd heard me.
"I want you to do it," she said.
"Okay," I said, knowing that she was referring to my sticking the tip of my finger in her ass. "I'm going to be traveling tomorrow, but I'll be back by Wednesday night."
"Are you going to sleep with Marcie?" she asked, neglecting to show interest in where I was headed the next morning.
"We'll share the same room, and the same bed, but that's as far as it goes with Marcie and me."
That seemed to satisfy her. I went to Denver the next morning to meet two prospective tenants and to check on the construction. Neill was in the process of moving his family to Denver, and had left Victor in charge of the building. He and Zelda had taken up residence in the vacant office space. They invited me to dinner and to catch up. Their furnishings were sparse, but I'd never seen them happier. I told them about Skip's and Laura's wedding, seeing Kent and Amy, Chase and Megan, and Charlie and Debra, but I didn't mention Darien or his girlfriends. They'd never met Darien, and it would have created too many questions if I'd told them that Megan had called me a caveman.
Upon my return home, I found that several more packages had arrived, including the battery and two boxes of parts for the rover. Ned said he had put everything in the garage.
Karen called. We joked about the height of the wall at the rear of the Parker property, and how hard the marble bench had been. She didn't ask about my trip or the upcoming wedding I was going to attend.
When I got home on Thursday, Jeannie was there, wanting to help build the rover. We opened the boxes and she showed me how the parts were to go together. This was a later revision than I'd seen in their living room. The plastic parts needed to be put together with a two part adhesive, which smelled rancid. It was a good thing Jeannie was there, because the instructions were vague. I called upon Ned to make sure we had the drive mechanism installed correctly.
It was midnight when we finished. We put the battery on charge, and I took Jeannie inside for a snack before I drove her home.
"What time do you get home tomorrow? I want to show you how the battery goes in, and check the gear ratio."
"Gear ratio? I love it when you talk dirty. Where did you learn about gear ratio?"
"When you live with two budding engineers, their vocabulary rubs off on you. What time will you be home?"
"I'm not coming home. I'm going to Russell Bertram's wedding."
"Shit! When will you be home?"
"Sunday afternoon, but Ned will open the garage for you. He'll be more help than me, anyway."
"Who's Russell marrying?"
"The invitation says it's someone by the name of Abigail Lucinda Kershaw. I've never met her."
"Say hello to everyone. When can we expect to hear how your nephew does with the rover?"
How had I let it go this far without making it clear that K.O. lived over five hundred miles away? He may as well have been on the moon.
"I'll have to let you know." In the back of my mind, I was thinking of letting Samantha try the rover. She was lighter than K.O., and definitely more advanced.
Jeannie leaned in for a hug, and we ended in a kiss. "Thank you, Sammy. I love you."
"I love you, too," I answered, and watched her run up the steps of the Baldwin house before driving home.
Shit! I'd missed Karen's call, and for what? Except for being lighter, the revised lunar rover was just as primitive as the one I'd seen in their cluttered living room a few weeks ago.
I listened to Karen's message, but didn't dare wake her.
Friday was our last day to prepare for the upcoming investors' meeting, and it caused me to get a late start on my drive to Russell's home town. There was a message from Marcie on my cell, saying that she had already arrived, and had booked her own hotel room.
"You are coming, aren't you?" she asked. I called her back and told her I was on my way. I then dialed Karen's number, and had to leave a lengthy message explaining why I hadn't been able to take her call the night before.
Since I was not in the wedding party, I didn't need to wear a tux or go to the practice. I called Marcie as soon as I got to my room, and she was knocking on my door five minutes later. She leapt into my arms and we hugged for another five minutes.
"Why did you get your own room? I thought you were going to stay with me."
"What was I going to do, wait around in the lobby while you drove all that way?"
"You could have come up to the room and waited for me."
"Right, and how was I supposed to get the key?"
"You could have told the desk clerk that you're my wife ... or something."
"Is that what you're going to wear to dinner?" she asked, disregarding my suggestion that she could have posed as my wife.
"Now you're even sounding like a wife."
"Honey, if we were married I would make you wear firemen's gloves."
She didn't elaborate, and I didn't learn the meaning of that statement until much later. We drove to the restaurant where the wedding party was to have dinner, and discovered that we were the only high school friends of Russell there. Charlie and Debra were not coming until the next day, and with one exception, the wedding party was made up of hometown and college friends of the bride and groom. The exception was the bride's sister. No other family members were present.
Russell introduced us to his fiancée. Abigail Lucinda Kershaw couldn't have been more different than him, nor did she resemble any of the girls he'd dated. She was small and refined, petite really. He also introduced us to her sister, and the other members of the wedding party, but Christine Kershaw was the only name I remembered. Christine, or Chris, as she wanted to be called, was the exact opposite of her sister. While Abigail was small and reserved, Chris was taller, and very outgoing.
"Put your tongue back in your mouth, Sammy," Marcie whispered.
"Russell picked the wrong sister. Chris would be a better choice for him," I whispered in return.
This meal was nothing like the one I'd enjoyed the previous week. For one thing, the group was divided into his friends and her friends, whereas Skip and Laura knew many of the same people. Also, it seemed strange to me that the wedding ceremony was being held in Russell's home town. Was his family footing the bill?
The burning question, 'how had they met, and how long had they known each other?' was answered by Chris.
"Our father is a minerals broker in South America. He sent us to the states after our mother died, and we've only been back once to attend his marriage to a Brazilian woman. We remained after college to market his products. Abby is Ms. Outside, and I'm Ms. Inside. She called on Bertram Metals, and met Russell."
"When did they meet?" I asked, knowing it had to be since last summer when Russell attended my party with another girl on his arm.
"September, I believe. It was love at first sight. It was a whirlwind romance, both logging a lot of air miles. He proposed last Christmas. I'll be losing a roommate, but gaining a brother."
"Is your father coming to the wedding?"
Chris pondered my question, probably deciding how to word her answer. "He's not only married to a Brazilian, he's married to the country. Russell and Abby are going to visit him and his wife while they're on their honeymoon."
I didn't find out if their father was in Brazil or some other country. One of Russell's hometown buddies asked her to dance, and that was the end of our conversation.
There were some stories about Russell's college life, but it was hushed after the mention of Rose Anne, the girl he'd brought to my party last summer. Abigail's friends tried to match Russell's friends, but again, the brief mention of 'Wayne' was squelched before the storyteller elaborated about 'Wayne.'
Marcie and I said goodnight and drove the short distance to the hotel.
"Was that strange, or what?" I asked. "I wonder how well they know each other."
"How long do you give it?" Marcie asked.
"I hesitate to guess."
"You were quite taken by Ms. Inside."
"That's another thing that doesn't ring true. Their roles are reversed. I wonder if Abigail will continue to travel after they're married."
We stopped by Marcie's room to pick up her bag, and I carried it to my room.
"Are you tired?" I asked.
"You promised to tell me about the other wedding."
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Marcy - Priscilla's Wedding By Sissie Maid Cuckold When Pansy finally came around after his faint, he wondered what had happened. Ms. Leslie explained he had fainted right after hearing that his wife was inviting all of his family and friends to her wedding to Marcus. Pansy rubbed his eyes and shook his head in disbelief. "Yes, I remember now, is she really going to do that?" "Yes my dear, but don't worry it will be good for you, everyone will know what a pathetic looser...
Meeting Karen By MadQuill Note: this story was inspired by another, though the plot lines are dissimilar : about a woman who models herself on someone. I hope readers will enjoy this translesbian tale. All of the characters are over eighteen years of age. This is a work may have an additional chapter. Thank you for your comments. This is a work of Fiction. Please remember this is a copyrighted work and all legal disclaimers apply. Meeting Karen - Part I I stood with...
This is a long story about how we got started with my wife being a slut.If enough people comment about it I will post another about my wife.I never thought about my wife fucking another man until we were married for over a year. But let me tell you about my wife first. She was 24 at the time and she has a nice body on her. She has C cup tits that are large and with nice nipples on them. Her butt is great and round and her measurements are 36-28-36. Karen weighs about 125 and is 5'9'' tall. So...
100% fiction! “Hi,” said a voice behind as Karen cleans up the mess that her mother made from preparing the food. She turned around and saw Jake, the family friend’s son standing there in a casual shirt and jeans. His toned muscles are obvious underneath his shirt. Her parents had invited Jake’s family over for dinner. He was smiling. “Can I help out?” Jake is a third year college student while Karen is only on her first year. Karen smiled. “Hey, you’re here. No, I’m almost done.” They can hear...
Incest( A Les Lumens story ) Nebraska – Winter, Late 1800s The wind cut across the prairie, every snowflake like a tiny razor cutting into her skin. She stumbled forward, not knowing what else to do, unable to remember how she had come to be out in this storm. Her mind was nearly as blank and impenetrable as the blinding gales of snow that kept her from seeing more than a few feet in front of her, as she slogged through the calf-deep drifts. Is that a light? Is that a house? She stared with eyes that...
Love StoriesIntroduction: On-line lovers meet As Karen merged into the highway traffic, she put the car on cruise and threw the Unplugged/Clapton Chronicles into the CD player. Traffic on the road was very light, just perfect for getting her head together. Thinking back over the past year, she couldnt believe all that had happened. Karen had married her high school sweetheart thirty-four years ago. Health issues left her husband with erectile dysfunction that medication was not able to help. They had not...
As Karen merged into the highway traffic, she put the car on cruise and threw the Unplugged/Clapton Chronicles into the CD player. Traffic on the road was very light, just perfect for getting her head together. Thinking back over the past year, she couldn’t believe all that had happened. Karen had married her high school sweetheart thirty-four years ago. Health issues left her husband with erectile dysfunction that medication was not able to help. They had not had sex for about...
Randi's Vacation Randi woke up to his alarm and quickly silenced it. A quick glance to his left confirmed the Denise was already up. She almost always got up before him preferring some extra time between getting ready for work and needing to walk out the door. He preferred to have enough time to get ready, eat and go. He walked to the bathroom which was right in the master bedroom. The condo they bought was a bit extravagant but provided plenty of room and they could afford it on...
Hum dono abhi bhi nange hi thay. Chalte chalte usne paad maari. Uski gaand mein abhi bhi haddi akti hui thi. Nadi kinare, jhadiyon ke bich usko bithaya. “Hug le saali madarchod. Kab se paad rahi jai bhosdiki.” Woh hugne lagi. Uski gaand se haddi nikal gayi. Uski garam moot ki dhaar mere pairo pe giri. “Saali maderjaat! Mere pairon pe mootegi. Saali raand muh khol,” main uske muh mein mootne laga. Lavda uske gale mein ghus kar mootne laga. Maine apni tange faila di aur wahi khade khade hugne...
Wrote this for someone. Might be a small series, i dunno. Late in the Winter evening, Karen sat down at her computer searching through her email with a glass of wine as she did almost every night after a long day of work at the office. Strolling through her emails Karen noticed a peculiar one from a coworker titled "Busted!". Karen was curious and opened the email to find picture after picture of her dressed up in super revealing women's clothes and exposing her ass for the world to see....
“Hello”, Karen said into the phone. “Hi Babe, what’s going on at your place?” I questioned. “Oh, nothing much… I’m just bored sitting here by myself. I was watching a really good show on TV but fell asleep. So you can see I am bored to death. I can’t wait to start working out again. I can almost hear the gym calling my name.” She said sounding sleepy. “The doctor said I could start back to work next week. I am feeling much better though.” Karen is an aerobics instructor at the...
As in the pasty, they arrived in the night, without warning. Even before Karen knew they were there, one of the men was pulling the heavy leather bag over her head, plunging her into darkness. She tried to scream out, but something placed over the hood, filled her mouth, and she felt a strap being tightened behind her head.At the same time she felt a needle being thrust into her arm, as she was given an injection.She tried to get up, to fight them off, but they were stronger than she, and held...
Vanakam friends, indru kathaiyil ilamaiyaana kathaliyai pirantha naal andru avaluku parisaaga sunni kanjai kodutha kathaiyai ungalidam pagirugiren. Enathu peyar Praveen vayathu 22 aagugirathu. Enaku oru kathali irukiraal aval vayathu 19 thaan aagugirathu aanalum intha vayatilum miga sexiyaaga irupaal. Naan muthal muthalil avalai chuditharil paarthen, aval palli padikum pozhuthu avaluku mulai perithaaga irukathathu pola irukum. Naan appozhuthu suma sight adipen, aanal enaku appozhuthu theriya...
When I got home after meeting with "Ken" and "Karen" and was unpacking and storing my stuff I found a piece of paper that I didn't pack. I unfolded it and it was a note from "Karen". Apparently she had written it when I had went to the bathroom to clean up and "Ken" had gone to the kitchen. It said: Hey. Had fun tonight. Would love to meet with you again, just the 2 of us this time. Call or text me. KI put just her name with the cell number in my phone and...
Dateline: September, 1995. When John Adams first got transferred to Washington, DC, he was not happy at all. Until then, he had lived within six miles of his parents in Grand Rapids, Michigan. He loved the fishing and hunting that Michigan offered. As an engineer with Medfix, a software developer specializing in systems for doctors, and hospitals, he was pulling in big bucks. Medfix had started as a little twelve man company. Demand for their product skyrocketed, as did the workforce, forcing...
Kyle rose from the couch, removed his smartphone from his jacket pocket, plugged an auxiliary cable between it and the in-room stereo, and then turned to her. “You mentioned coming to see me in the hospital after I was injured, and had I known you were there, I probably would have given you a copy of this song then. You already know that I had been shot six times, with my body armor stopping all but the one that hit below it. The doctors predicted that the damage to my muscle tissue would...
Nebraska — Winter, Late 1800s The wind cut across the prairie, every snowflake like a tiny razor cutting into her skin. She stumbled forward, not knowing what else to do, unable to remember how she had come to be out in this storm. Her mind was nearly as blank and impenetrable as the blinding gales of snow that kept her from seeing more than a few feet in front of her, as she slogged through the calf-deep drifts. Is that a light? Is that a house? She stared with eyes that refused to focus...
Matt and Karen Karen volunteered herself for the treatment that she saw her friends get several weeks ago. Feel free to read “Beth Pony Girl #1, #2 #3” but this story will stand on its own. This story will tell the tale of a higher level of dominance than in the past stories. Up until a few weeks ago Karen displayed the persona of a quiet and reserved young woman, there never appeared to be any hint of an interest in unusual sex and in fact for the short time I had known her prior to...
My wife and I were babysitting Karen; the daughter of the wife's brother. ***Melissa, my wife and I have been married 15 years and we have an incredible sex life and sex drive. We have tried everything, or so I thought, until my niece came to stay with us for a weekend.Melissa's brother and wife had to go away for some business seminar so asked my wife to baby-sit. Karen is 14 and very cute, but very tomboyish, the type that wears jeans and loose fitting shirts all the time and likes to play...
CHAPTER 1 Slowly growing used to her heavily bandaged face, Faith Nixon lay in her hospital surrounded by flowers. Her still very distressed parents had just left. Faith wept. That was one thing she could do without triggering pain. He phone went. Gingerly she pushed the speaker button. ‘Hello.’ ‘Hi little darling.’ ‘Karen!’ The sound of laughter filled the room. ‘Yes, it is I, alive and well.’ ‘Where are you?’ ‘Pulled back, recovering from a grenade fragment in my back.’ ‘That...
‘You jerk!’ Bridgette shouted at Karen, as Karen remerged from the soapy water in the tub, like a dolphin jetting up out of the ocean, to splash resoundingly in the water below. ‘You got me all wet!’ Bridgette’s grin belied her mock anger. ‘Well, duh, you ARE in the bathtub, Bridge. You already ARE wet!’ Karen replied. ‘Not my hair, dummy,’ replied Bridgette sulkily, though she wasn’t really mad at Karen. After all, she knew what would inevitably result from two highly sexed, beautiful 18...