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As Don talked with Donna, they both watched the dancers on the floor. It was a block party and as such wasn’t going to get very wild, but it was still fun getting a chance to get a bit closer and even touch a neighbour you might have been watching over the months. This was true of both sexes, and it amused both of them to see unlikely pairs dancing very close, or making moves that could only entice. Even as they watched, Karen, Don’s young wife, was escorted out the door to the carport. Donna raised an eyebrow at Don, who smiled wryly and motioned that they should follow, but discretely. So after half a minute they quietly immerged into the gloom, careful to seem interested only in each other. At first they seemed to be alone, but as their senses adapted to the dark and quiet, they could hear people sounds and see shadows. Lyn, the hostess, was locked in a kiss with some guy not from the neighbourhood. Karen was nowhere to be seen.
“Lost them, I guess. Who was she with?” Don whispered into Donna’s hair. They were embracing, mainly to not attract attention, which was amusing in its own right. They moved into deeper shadow, and as another couple came off the street past them, they kissed. Donna was a bit surprised, but Don was ever an opportunist, and Donna soon returned the kiss with change. She was relieved that Don obviously wasn’t too worried about Karen’s virtue, and besides, she had a few randy inclinations of her own. Most of her current fantasies centred around Paul from next door, but Don was an amusing sidelight. Neither of them were going to fuck on the hood of a car, so it was just play, and they knew it.
When they reentered the house, Don found Karen looking for him. She looked flushed, and happy in an excited way. Full of news, and bursting to get him home and alone to tell him. That was just another thing Don loved about Karen. She was very young of course, so if she seemed like a child at times, it was because she was. Don was ten years older, while she had just left her teens behind. Don hoped she would always be a child in her outlook. It made it easy to embrace new ideas and ways of thinking, and she was already adapting nicely to her new life.
Don had married Karen half a year ago after a very quick courtship. Actually, he proposed on their first real date. They were in his bed, he had no ring, but he had seen and felt in Karen what he had been looking for, and he always had been an impulse buyer. So she had said yes, they had bought the ring together, and married as soon as the paperwork said they could. She had moved into the house Don had first seduced her in and the neighbourhood had welcomed her Now she was a fixture when anyone got together.
Karen was very much in love with Don. She always reminded herself of that, when her eye caught a buff body and she had to rein her thoughts in. She knew she was a flirt and never forgot she had fucked Don on their first date, when he had proposed, but she had determined she would look no further and be a faithful wife and, in time, mother. So when Don had chided her gently for being too vocal in her vows of fidelity, she was a bit confused.
“You don’t want somebody else making love to me, do you?” She had asked,
wide-eyed.
Don had considered, making her wait and squirm as he seemed to deliberate. He
knew he had been the first. He had been surprised to find this, Karen being so
willing to go to his bed. What nineteen year old that cute could be a virgin?
But tactful questions arising from her staid attitudes about some of the
variation of the sex act bought out her admission that her prior experience had
been with a dildo. And he treasured the pedestal she had put him on, so had to
be careful not to shock her faith in him.
“When we first fucked”, he said, “I thought you had fucked before, and I
still wanted to marry you” He used street language at times like this, trying to
erase some ideas by habituation. “If it had turned out you were the town pump,
and had even fucked the Dallas Cowboys, you would have had the same sweet little
cunt and body, and you would have felt the same to me. So if you fuck one of our
friends now, it won’t change you either. And it will sure make that friend
happy.”
It had been a big idea to get her head around, but Karen knew she would have
some catching up to do when she married an older guy. Talking with the more
experienced ladies relaxed her views, and soon she was able to talk to the local
guys without minding that they looked more at her body than her eyes when
talking to her. And she even got some pleasure knowing someone had stopped what
he was doing to watch her bum tending her tulips.
“Do you know what Stan did?” She whispered on the way home. Don had to say he in fact didn’t. “We kissed, because that’s why we went outside. He was going to kiss me right on the dance floor, and I couldn’t do that, because I had stopped Rich from doing it, and I didn’t want to hurt his feelings if he was watching. But we really kissed, and when we were doing it he put his hands through my arm holes,” she indicated the holes that were designed to show flashes of tit as she moved, “and he played with my breasts, and when I let him, he put one hand down inside my dress, right under my panties and tickled my cunt!” She choked a bit on the C word, but came through.
“I stopped him there, but I felt so wicked, and it felt so good, I might not
have if we weren’t outside. We never even stopped kissing, and when he brought
me back in, he asked if he could call me. What should I have said? Did I do OK?”
She looked up at me eagerly.
“Do you think Stan would like you with a shaved cunt?” Don was feeling a surge
of hope, because he had been lusting for Stan’s wife Dotty, and he could see a
possibility opening up.
“HUH?” Karen had stopped and gaped at him, without a clue to what he was getting
at.
“Well, it just that one of the guys told me that I had a perfect wife, the only
way to make her better might be to shave her pussy, if its not already.”
Karen gulped, “Somebody said that? To you?”
Nobody in fact had, but Don wanted Karen even more randy, and it seemed to work.
“In just a few days, Stan and Dotty are coming over, and Stan is going to fuck
you and I am going to fuck Dotty. OK?
Karen could only gasp, “Wow! And they said OK?”
“We’re just waiting to hear you say OK. OK?”
“OK....Wow!!”
Don had been in the yard very early Sunday morning, the morning after that
party. He didn’t want to miss Stan, and he knew Stan liked to tinker with his
old car early so he could have the rest of the day with Dotty. Dotty was an
exquisite little VietNamese who had only gotten tinier after the birth of their
daughter. Don had envied Stan and watched her every move for as long as he had
lived there. They lived across the back lane, and it was easy to watch their
yard without being seen. Before Karen, he had even wanked off watching her weed
the garden in her little bib-overall shorts. When the door opened and Stan came
out, he was almost disappointed it wasn’t Dotty.
“Hi Stan,” Don greeted him after a pause to show he hadn’t been waiting for him,
“Glorious morning,”
Stan hesitated, not knowing how much Don might know about last night, but came
and leaned on the fence. “That was fun last night. Good bunch.”
“It was good fun. Karen had a great time. She’s hoping you call soon.”
Stan grinned guiltily, “I wondered if she would tell you. You OK with it, I take
it?”
“Not all fun and games should happen at parties. Too many eyes and not enough
beds, Nez pas? Besides, you can’t have a date with Karen and still watch Dotty,
can you? What was she doing while you were with Karen last night?” Don was
enjoying this. Besides telling Stan he could fuck Karen, he was trying to
recruit Stan’s help in bringing Dotty to bed. He was glad to have the board
fence hiding his boner.
Stan laughed, relieved, “So you were feeling up my wife while I was feeling
yours You dog.”
“I wish. I dream about her, you know. She’s so cute, I get tongue-tied when I
try to say something sexy to her. But I did get a feel of her left tit, and she
did giggle. You’re ahead of me, though.”
“I see Karen really told you the whole story.” Stan was a bit anxious.
“Relax, it’s a nice story, I wouldn’t change it,” Don reassured him “ I just
wish I had your moves with the girls.” This was only a leader from Don. He had
all the confidence in the world in his own moves.
“Dotty isn’t exactly a prude, you know.” Stan offered, “You don’t have to be
afraid of scaring her or offending.”
“I can’t be thin-skinned, living with this toad,” said Dotty, who had gone out
the front door and come around back unnoticed, “Do you really think I’m sexy? I
have stretch marks on my tummy.”
We guys could only choke on our own words and gape at her.
“Girls like a bit of fun too. I’m glad you like my body, Don. I know you
sometimes watch me and I like it. I might be like stale potatoes after you sweet
little Karen, though.”
Don choked again at the implication of what she was saying, then grinned and
stepped through the gate into the lane, exposing the bulge in his sweat pants,
“You could never be stale potatoes in any crowd”
Dotty’s eyes narrowed as she surveyed the bulge, liked what she saw, “The baby
is asleep and I can’t leave her long. What is Karen doing? Why not bring her
over?”
“She’s still asleep. Maybe Stan should go wake her up...in any way he can. We
can babysit for however long it takes him”
Stan was already through Don’s gate, “glad you got me before I got greasy.” He
said more but Don and Dotty were already hurrying the other way.
So it was that Karen felt her man climb back into bed on a Sunday morning,
something that had never happened. She thought sleepily that he must have
remembered her pussy that he had shaved after getting home after the party, and
now he wanted another feel. OK, she thought, as the hand stroked her bum, “I can
let him do that,” and she rolled toward him, feigning sleep. The hand slipped
around her middle as she rolled, slid down her tummy, over the now smooth pube,
and a finger slipped between the lips.
“You weren’t shaved last night, were you?” whispered Stan, pleasantly surprised.
Karen’s eyes came open..She felt the hand slip further down and felt the
delicious touch on her clit. As she turned to Stan he captured her lips, and
kept them until she relaxed and returned the kiss. She didn’t know if it was
alright or not, but she had dreamed Stan all night since the talk on the way
home, and even now her ragged breathing was giving the lie to any objection she
might voice. Her hand that was pinned between then she groped with and found a
boner, which she held onto.
Stan abruptly switched ends. Without ceremony he traced his tongue down her tummy, down her crack, and, as she lifted her bum and spread her legs, over her clit and into her hole, before coming back to the clit. Karen had a face full of cock, not at all like Don’s, but more like her good old dildo, only bigger. Don had a huge head, and kept the same girth for the full seven inches. Stan’s was smaller and pointy at first, but swelled to huge at the base. She had been glad of the small head on the dildo, it had made easing it into her virgin cunt easier and almost pain free. Now, as she contemplated the Stan the Man, she chuckled to think how much easier this might be to suck than Don. She felt herself slipping over the edge as Stan munched her very expertly, and managed to get her lips over the head, but then she was gone, and could only writhe and moan and thrash and love and gasp and tickle and explode as a strange man took her home.
She remembered her duties as she drifted down, but even as she reached to reclaim the stallion, Stan’s lips were back on hers, and she felt him settle between her legs, and wrapped her heels behind his knees to say “Welcome”. A momentary pause to savour the time, then a shift of weight and position, and she felt him push into her, his upturned head rubbing her swollen G spot and causing another wave of pleasure. He pushed on with successive strokes, and she could feel the full girth of him spreading her open, had a quick doubt about being able to take it, and then feeling in fact that she had it all and oh god, it was feeling good again and this time it was her whole pelvis area that was convulsing.
Stan could feel his cock being grasped by the eager pussy, and revelled that he was able to carry this delightful creature to these heights, loving the feel of her ample, hard tits against him knowing he had made those nipples hard. She was cumming again, bucking so hard he had to stop his strokes and just hold on, pushing his full size into her, then she was calming, and as he took up the stroke he could feel the old feeling building and knew the little angel could see the wild look in his eyes and was as pleased with herself as he had been with himself, and for a while it got jumbled as he blew up inside her, and kept blowing up, and never wanted to come down and it seemed he never would, then, just when it seemed like too much, it started to ease, and now he regretted it, but not much, because already he was too mellow to mind anything.
Karen giggled and snuggled in the afterglow. Her savoured the feeling of her spent cunt, remembering the feeling of taking Stan over the top. His cum still kept her wet, and she knew when she sat up she would leave a wet spot, but she just couldn’t hurry. Stan was watching her fondly, liking that she was holding his defeated cock gently, not trying to coax it back before it was time. He took time to hope the baby had let Dotty and Don have a good fuck as well, promising that next time he and Karen would be the child minders.
Across the lane, Dotty was sitting on Don’s cock. He was feeling her tiny breasts, feeling the hard nipples rub over his palms. Her stretch marks seemed to him to be more let medals than scars. She was spread to her max to straddle him, her knees barely reaching the bed. This was the second time. The first time they were too impetuous, both wanting to fuck before the moment could be stolen. His cock had been a bit too much at first, and she had closed her legs and been almost hidden under him, but then she had squeezed him against her clit, and the orgasm had come to both at once. After, he had held himself in her, had rolled her over to be on top, and they rested. As he started to grow again, she had straddled him, feeling him slowly filling her. Now she found she could take him all, and was giving him a show of the body he was so much in praise of.
By raising to her full height and pushing a bit on his hips, she could lift til his head just appeared to his eyes between her labia. Then she would slowly take him in again and he would watch his shaft push into her. Dotty’s pube had only the sparsest of wispy hair, and that only the mound. Don wanted to feel that smooth silk with his lips, but not at the expense of giving up this moment. He knew there would be another time. He wondered how Karen had got on, thought He might have liked to have watched the first time, but knew he would another time. But now Dotty was making whimpering noises, and laying back down on him, humping all the while, so he rolled her over, this time staying between her slender legs and this time when he pounded into her she begged for more, and that was good because he was getting more too, and again she could feel his juice spurt against the bottom of her cunt, and she gave thanks to the inventor of the pill.
As Don and Dotty entered Don’s backyard, Don carrying the toddler, his back door
opened and his bride stepped out, saw them, and stood smiling as they came to
her. Don kissed her, could see that things were more than alright, so didn’t
ask. Karen had made coffee, and as they sipped, nobody could think of too much
that had to be said. Every so often, someone would giggle, someone else would
say”What?”, there would be no answer till the next giggle. Finally, however, Don
leered at Karen and said, “So, what did Stan do to you?”
“I can’t find the words, really. We can reenact, if you like. But he might need
some time.” She looked at don closely, “Looks like you both could use a little
time.”
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