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                                        Greg
                                Neighbor's Wife, The
                       For almost three years now, I'd had a unfulfilled fantasy. 
                   Last summer, that fantasy was fulfilled.  Karen and Dave are 
                   next-door neighbors, both in their mid twenties.  Karen is in 
                 good physical shape, even though Karen and Dave have three young 
                   children.  She has blond hair, large breasts, a flat stomach, 
                  fairly wide hips, and a lovely, heart-shaped ass.  Believe me, 
                   I've enjoyed the fact that my bathroom window gives a view of 
                    their back yard, complete with Karen laying out in a skimpy 
                  bikini. Dave is built solidly, with lots of muscle.  Though I'm 
                 only 20, I can't compare to him.  However, Dave flies for one of 
                 the airlines and is often gone for a week or even more.  That is 
                   actually what my fantasy centered about.  While a three-some 
                  would certainly have been enjoyable, I had often thought about 
                        Karen and I having an encounter when Dave was gone.
                         On the day it finally happened, I had the day off.  My 
                  sister, mom, and dad were all at work.  It was hot, about 110, 
                 but there was little humidity, as we were in Phoenix.  I had gone
                 biking early that morning, returning at 7:00 to see Karen looking
                   good in a knee-length robe.  She whistled at me in my biking 
                     shorts, the first indication I'd ever gotten that she was 
                  flirtatious; uncharacteristically cocky, I flashed her a smile 
                  and wiggled my rear at her, yelling out "You want it--come get 
                   it!"  She laughed and went back inside, her hips swaying from 
                   side to side.  I wheeled my bike in the garage and stretched 
                                       down, thinking of her.
                       Later that day, I was out in the back yard "painting" the 
                    fence that hides the pool filtration stuff.  Because I was 
                   "painting" with a clothes-hostile mixture of linseed oil and 
                  turpentine, and because of the heat, I had taken my shirt off, 
                 leaving only my old, faded bathing suit on.  The other advantage 
                 to the bathing suit, of course, was that I could jump in the pool
                     whenever I got too hot (as, shortly, I was going to get).
                      Anyway, I heard the Karen's door open and shut, followed by 
                 the sounds of the chaise lounge scraping on concrete, which soon 
                  quieted.  I set down my brush and pot of goop and went over and 
                     stood on the diving board, which gave me a view over the 
                  cinderblock fence.  Karen was lying out about ten feet from me, 
                     at an angle, facing towards me, her eyes closed.  I felt 
                   stirrings in my pants as I took in her long, tanned legs, the 
                  string bikini covering her pubic region, her flat stomach, her 
                   glorious breasts accented by the bikini top, and the cloud of 
                 long, blond hair around her face.  Rather than have her catch me 
                 staring, I called out "Looking good," also unusually bold of me, 
                              given how she and my mom talk together.
                      Karen's eyes popped open and quickly found mine.  She looked
                   a little startled, but also a little pleased.  She got up and 
                 came over to the fence, giving me a _great_ view of her breasts, 
                 which were pressing together due to their confinement.  I felt my
                   dick harden in response.  Then, she mentioned that their pool 
                   filter was acting up and that she didn't know how to fix it.  
                    "Would you be willing to take a look at it?" was said with a
                     perfectly innocent look.  I readily agreed, hard-on or no
                                              hard-on.
                      After I hopped the fence, I followed her over to the filter,
                    adjusting my bathing suit in a completely futile attempt at 
                 hiding my interest.  As she bent over, it became difficult for me
                  to focus on the filter; the blue bikini bottom slipped a little 
                   further into the crack of her cheeks.  Gallantly, however, I 
                  peered over her shoulder (ok, ok, occasionally I snuck a glance 
                   at her impressive cleavage) and paid attention.  After moving 
                   around her, I looked at the pressure gauge, which was way too 
                  high, and cleaned out the trap, which was clogged with bits of 
                   leaves and grass.  As I kneeled to screw the top back on the 
                  trap, my dick, which had wilted enough to move around, slipped 
                    down along my leg.  Karen, who had bent over (that cleavage 
                    again!) to look at what I was doing, didn't seem to notice 
                  anything.  However, as I tried to shift my member around and it 
                 hardened in reply, she seemed to catch on and smiled a bit.  When
                             I stood up, my hard-on was quite evident.
                      Karen just looked at it, smiled a bit wider, and offered me 
                   a drink.  I noticed that her nipples were a bit more evident 
                  through the stretchy fabric of her bikini top.  We went inside 
                 and I commented on the lack of kids.  She smiled again, and said 
                  that they were farmed out at friends' houses, so that she could 
                   run errands (I wondered if I was an "errand").  She opened a 
                 cabinet and reached up to get a glass on a shelf that was just a 
                  little bit too high.  I reached around her and grabbed a glass 
                  and set it on the counter.  My cock pressed up against the side 
                    of her hip.  Then, I grabbed another glass, rubbing my cock 
                   further up, around, and back down her hip.  By this time, her 
                 nipples were fully erect (or so I thought) and, in one place, the
                 faded blue of my suit was spotted dark blue by my oozing pre-cum.
                      Still playing like nothing was happening, Karen went over to
                 the sink and filled our glasses with water.  I stood behind her, 
                  reached over her shoulder to get my glass, and pressed my hips 
                  against her ass, nestling my dick between her ass cheeks.  She 
                  pressed her hips backwards and rotated them a bit as she filled 
                                             her glass.
                        Still playful, neither of us making a major move, though 
                   both clearly wanted to, we went in to the living room and sat 
                 down, Karen on the couch, me on another couch facing her.  Karen 
                   then got up and bent _way_ over to turn on the TV. Her bikini 
                   bottom slipped further up her ass cheeks and, from my vantage 
                  point, I could see the outline of her swelling pussy lips.  She 
                    stood back up and started the VCR.  She had obviously been 
                  watching the porno tape earlier, since it started in the middle 
                 of scene.  It was actually switching between two scenes, one of a
                  very vocal woman with long black hair and medium-sized breasts 
                   being eaten by her husband, the other of a blonde with larger 
                   breasts (supposedly their daughter, I guess) listening to the 
                  couple and masturbating.  When the movie first started up, the 
                    blonde was running her hands over her breasts, milking them 
                   upwards, tweaking and massaging her erect nipples.  The other 
                   woman's moans as she was given a tongue-lashing were clearly 
                 evident.  Then, the scene cut to the couple, as the man sucked on
                   the woman's clit and lightly tongued it back and forth.  Then 
                   woman's moans got louder and the scene cut back to the blonde.
                       The blonde still had one hand working on her breasts, but 
                 was now also had a hand playing with her belly, pubic hair, and, 
                 every once in a while, dipping down to rub along her downy-haired
                   slit.  As this was going on, I had been sort of splitting my 
                   attention between the TV and Karen.  My dick had gotten even 
                    harder as Karen spread her legs a bit, allowing me to see a 
                 growing wet spot at her crotch.  She also was lightly running her
                  fingers along the outline of her bikini top and sometimes over 
                 and around her hard nipples.  Her nipples, if possible, grew more
                 erect and pushed almost as hard against her bikini top as my cock
                    pushed against my swim trunks.  When the black-haired woman 
                    orgasmed from her husband's attention, the scene cut to the 
                    daughter, who was approaching her orgasm as well, with two 
                       fingers pumping in and out of her dripping pussy lips.
                      I got up, thinking I should have earlier, and sat down next 
                  to Karen.  I reached my right hand around her shoulder into her 
                 blond tresses and ran the other down to trace along the bottom of
                   one breast.  I felt her lips vibrate with a muffled moan as I 
                 covered them with mine.  With my left hand, I traced over to the 
                  other breast, spiralled in to the nipple, and gently pulled it 
                   between two fingers.  One of Karen's hands slipped down to my 
                  trunks and began to rub my cock through the short.  Our tongues 
                               were alternately entwined and probing.
                       As the blonde in the movie was moaning with her orgasm, I 
                 slipped my right hand down from Karen's hair to untie her bikini 
                 top.  As we broke our first kiss, Karen arched her back, causing 
                 her breasts to "present" themselves.  As a result, the strings of
                   her bikini top came most of the way around from her back and 
                    ended hanging loosely down her sides.  When she relaxed and 
                 hunched her shoulders a bit, the skimpy blue top fell completely 
                  off.  She tossed it to the floor and smiled a wicked grin as my 
                                            eyes popped.
                      Her breasts, fully revealed and unsupported, were at least a
                  'C' cup and most likely a 'D' cup.  They hung ever so slightly 
                  and met naturally at her sternum.  Her aureoles were a medium- 
                 sized and slightly darker pink than her large, erect nipples.  We
                  moved closer and started another passionate kiss.  With my left 
                    hand, I traced an inward spiral over the smooth skin of her 
                  breast, arousing a shiver, and took the nipple between the base 
                 of my second and third finger.  Then, cupping her breast but also
                    stimulating her nipple directly, I moved my hand in little 
                          circles, sometimes pulling the nipple outwards.
                      During my play with her nipples, Karen had started massaging
                 my dick again.  Though it was still restrained by my swim trunks,
                   I felt it jump as Karen squeezed it lightly, and gasped a bit 
                    with the feeling.  Karen then broke our kiss and moved back 
                  slightly.  She got up and went over to the TV.  I moved over to 
                 the TV as well and pressed my hips forward against her ass as she
                 bent over and took the tape out.  As she stood up, tape in hand, 
                   I thrust my hips even further forward and reached both hands 
                          around to cup her breasts and brush her nipples.
                      Karen twisted around in my arms and nestled her hips against
                  mine.  I could feel her breasts, tipped by erect nipples, press 
                 against my chest.  She kissed me lightly and mentioned that there
                  was a VCR in the bedroom.  I was tempted to pick her up by her 
                  hips, so that she would lock her legs around me, and carry her 
                  into the bedroom.  However, appropriate as that seemed, I also 
                  knew I probably wasn't quite strong enough.  Rather than upset 
                 the mood by dropping her halfway there, I tilted my head towards 
                           the hallway and followed her into the bedroom.
                        The room was fairly neat, but some clothes thrown on the 
                   chair and the rumpled bed showed that someone actually lived 
                  there. (I like a "lived in" look, provided it doesn't cross the 
                   line to messy)  A decent-sized TV screen sat on the dresser, 
                 facing the queen-sized bed.  Karen popped the tape in the VCR and
                 started it.  The sounds of sex came into being around us.  Again,
                  I stood behind her, thrusting my hips forward and massaging her 
                 breasts.  She bent over a little bit, moving her hips backwards, 
                  creating more pressure on my rock-hard dick, and reached around 
                 behind her to pull me closer to her.  I began running one hand up
                 and down, from breast to navel and back, gradually working lower.
                  As I did this, I was nibbling on an ear, planting little kisses 
                   in her hair, on her neck, on her shoulders, doing my best to 
                                          drive her crazy.
                         Karen had been moaning a little and trembling slightly 
                   whenever I whispered wetly in her ear or seeded her hair with 
                 kisses.  After working slowly over the top of her bikini, working
                 slowly down the edges of the bikini, brushing her thighs with my 
                  fingers, and returning to massage her breasts, I finally let my 
                 hand brush down past her navel, over to top of her bikini, along 
                 the edges of the bikini towards her inner thighs, along her upper
                  thighs.  Finally, I let one finger extend from that hand, trace 
                  lightly along the wet patch on the bikini, and apply pressure, 
                    ever so slightly, from the back of her covered cleft to the 
                                               front.
                      Karen shuddered and moaned a bit, then stopped me and turned
                 around.  Her breasts were red from my attention and her face was 
                 getting flushed.  Karen kissed me once, quickly, and then tugged 
                  my bathing suit down.  My six-inch cock (it may have been seven 
                 then) sprang free from its long confinement and stood out proudly
                   as I stepped out of my only clothing.  As Karen stood up, her 
                 breasts brushed along my cock and gained a thin line of pre-cum. 
                  She grabbed me by the cock, led me over to the bed, and left me 
                       stretched out in the middle of the bed, watching her.
                        Karen walked over to the dresser and leaned against its 
                  edge, next to the TV, which still played, ignored.  She spread 
                  her legs to show the large wet spot at the crotch of her bikini 
                    bottoms.  Then, she closed her eyes and began massaging her 
                  breasts, tugging on the nipples and pressing the smooth globes 
                  together with the sides of her arms.  Almost involuntarily, her 
                 right hand crept in little circles down to her navel, down to the
                 top of her bikini bottoms, down the blue fabric to run along her 
                  slit.  She brought fingers to her face, inhaled the scent, and 
                 then licked what moisture there was free.  The next time her hand
                  crept down, it slipped underneath her bikini.  She put one hand 
                 on the dresser behind her and raised her hips enough to slide the
                  bottoms free.  I was exerting all my willpower to keep in place 
                  and not explode right there from the erotic influence Karen was 
                                           having on me.
                       I must have made some noise, because Karen seemed to come 
                   back to what was going on.  She stepped completely out of her 
                 bikini and stood nude, glorious, and aroused before me.  She then
                   turned around and bent over, giving me a _great_ view of her 
                  gorgeous ass and puckered sphincter.  Her breasts I saw only as 
                  two globes hanging partially in view between her legs.

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  I could 
                   also see her pussy, puffy with arousal, surrounded by lightly 
                 colored downy pubic hair.  Many of the hairs had tiny droplets of
                 Karen's juices hanging from them, a sight that turned me on even 
                 more.  She licked one finger and then placed it between her legs 
                 and touching her sphincter.  After lightly rubbing around the rim
                  of her asshole, Karen pressed inwards briefly and then ran her 
                  finger forward, bisecting her swollen lips.  After licking her 
                 finger clean, Karen ran her finger along her swollen slit again, 
                           this time pressing a bit deeper, a bit harder.
                       I couldn't stand watching her any longer and therefore got 
                 up and pulled her to the bed.  Karen ran her fingers lightly over
                  the head of my cock, spreading the droplet of pre-cum that had 
                 oozed out over my whole glans.  I couldn't believe how good such 
                   a simple action felt.  After tugging on Karen's nipples for a 
                  minute, I moved my hands down to her dripping nether regions.  
                 After pressing the tip of my finger against her clit, I moved it 
                   further back and applied pressure to the length of her slit.  
                 Karen shuddered a bit, but moved away from my finger.  At first, 
                      I didn't know why, but her motive soon became apparent.
                      Karen traced the fingertips of both hands down my chest and 
                   stomach, leaning low enough that her nipples brushed a double 
                   line as well.  When she reached my navel, my dick slipped in 
                    between her breasts and bumped along her sternum.  I left a 
                 slippery line of pre-cum along her sternum to match the earlier, 
                 now dried line running over both of her breasts.  I was reveling 
                    in the sights and sounds of Karen's actions when she began 
                  intensifying them.  Gently at first, but with gaining strength, 
                   Karen jacked my dick with both hands.  After doing this for a 
                 while and thoroughly coating the head of my dick with my pre-cum,
                 she leaned down and blow a hot, wet breath along the length of my
                  cock, ending by tickling the hair on my balls.  When she gently 
                          squeezed my balls, my cock jumped involuntarily.
                      Karen smiled to see what she was doing to me, and took just 
                 the tip of my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the
                 opening at the tip of my cock and tasting the pre-cum there.  As 
                    she swirled her tongue around the rest of my cock head and 
                  trilled around the sensitive ridge, my cock jumped again and my 
                 hips involuntarily flexed slightly.   Karen then took the length 
                  of my cock into her warm, wet mouth.  I could tell already that 
                  she was good at giving head.  As I looked down past her blond- 
                 crowned head, I could see from movement of her hips that she was 
                 working on herself, too.  I could also see the TV above her head,
                 but the TV didn't have much attraction now, even though the same 
                  blonde as before was getting filled from behind by a strapping 
                                            tanned stud.
                       As Karen ran her tongue along the underside of my cock and 
                  increased her suction, I knew I wouldn't be able to last long.  
                    Already, I could feel a hallmark pleasant tightening of my 
                    stomach muscles.  Between gasps of pleasure and involuntary 
                   thrusts into Karen's mouth, I told her I was getting ready to 
                  come.  Karen responded by squeezing my balls and, if possible, 
                    taking me further into her mouth, sucking even harder, and 
                 trilling her tongue in still more delightful convolutions.  I had
                  both hands on her head, running through her blond hair, helping 
                  me actively thrust against her mouth.  I was getting closer and 
                  closer to the edge; I could feel my balls pulling in to my body 
                              in anticipation of what wasn't far away.
                         Karen finally pushed me over the edge when she ran her 
                   tongue repeatedly around the sensitive ridge on my glans.  I 
                 thrust spasmodically against her mouth and held her head tightly 
                 as I started spurting down her throat.  Karen didn't even try to 
                 move away; she just kept sucking my cock, swallowing its load and
                   draining the last of the sperm that had boiled forth from my 
                  balls.  After I had collapsed back against the bed and was idly 
                 caressing Karen's hair, she let my softening cock slip out of her
                                   mouth and moved up to kiss me.
                        As I found out, Karen hadn't swallowed all of my load; I 
                 tasted my sperm as our tongues entwined.  No woman had ever given
                  me a blowjob even approaching hers; further, no woman had ever 
                 kissed me with my sperm still in her mouth.  I was determined to 
                            give Karen as massive an orgasm as I'd had.
                       So, after recovering for a minute, I turned Karen over on 
                  her back.  Though I was pretty certain Karen was already highly 
                  aroused ;) I couldn't possibly skip over her lovely breasts.  I 
                 kissed her lips as my hands ran circles around her globes.  As I 
                  traced the tip of my tongue down her throat to a collarbone, I 
                  started to squeeze each _very_ erect nipple between my fingers. 
                   Then I ran my tongue along her collarbone out to her shoulder 
                  and back.  Once I reached her sternum again, I traced along her
                  sternum with my tongue and continued down the underside Karen's
                  left breast.  I could feel her shiver in anticipation and could
                      certainly see her arousal in her tightly erect nipples.
                        Unable to resist those nipples, I spiralled the tip of my
                   tongue inwards until I was licking broad, rough circles around
                 her nipple, enticing the nipple to new heights.  Karen pressed my
                  head roughly against her breasts and gasped.  I started licking
                    the other breast and then alternated, doing my best to drive
                  Karen crazy.  When she began trying to push me downwards between
                  gasps and moans, I figured I was getting close.  So, I traced my
                     fingers slowly downwards, just barely touching the skin. 
                    Similarly, I had my tongue arc in lazy parabolas down to her
                           navel, down to her downy, blond pubic thatch.
                      Karen's hips began to arch to meet my tongue and fingers; as
                   she forced her hips upwards, I moved my tongue and hands back,
                 prolonging her enjoyment.  After arching her back to its fullest,
                  she collapsed back on the bed and awaited my touch.  Her fingers
                   were slowly massaging her nipples and breasts, a small motion
                  that turned me on even more.  I ran my fingers around the edges
                   of her pubic hair, then caressed her inner thighs, and finally
                  ran them along her swollen pussy lips.  The light hairs between
                  her legs were slick with sweat and an occasional depending drop
                  of her nectar.  As I moved my fingers around her pussy, Karen's
                            legs spread wider, giving me better access.
                       When her legs were spread almost as far as they would go, I
                  spread her pussy lips and blew gently upon her wetness.  I could
                  see the hard nubbin her clit made and blew against that until it
                  popped free of its sheath.  As I blew each time, Karen's stomach
                   muscles would contract and relax; her asshole would pucker and
                  unpucker also.  When her clit popped free, I slowly ran a finger
                      around her pussy, applying light pressure at first, but
                  increasing the pressure gradually.  When the finger was wet with
                 her juices, I slowly inserted it into Karen's depths.  Her breath
                   came as an abrupt whoosh, then a slow, excruciating inhale.  I
                    moved my other hand back to her ass and caressed it, finally
                            pressing one finger against her brown hole.
                        She seemed to like that; I set up an alternating rhythm,
                   first pressing a finger on her hole while massaging her outer
                 lips, then tracing around her ass cheeks as I probed a finger far
                 into her warm, wet pussy.  As Karen's moans began to intensify, I
                     traced my tongue through her pubic hair and around Karen's
                    engorged pussy lips.  She jerked upright and pressed my head
                   against herself, clearly enjoying the sensations.  I was too;
                   Karen's juices were sweet and copious.  I sucked on each lip,
                   drawing it out and letting it relax back, eliciting moans and
                    shudders.  By now, Karen's hips were rocking back and forth,
                  gradually picking up speed.  When I fastened my lips to Karen's
                   clit and hummed, her moans turned to a crescendoing yelp, and
                    subsided gradually.  I could feel her approaching orgasm and
                 started moving two fingers inside of her in addition to my tongue
                                            on her clit.
                      Karen began pressing her hands down on my head, forcing more
                   pressure on her sensitive nerve endings.  As my fingers moved
                    back and forth, probing up the third knuckle, her pussy made
                  sucking noises.  Karen began moaning even louder and bucking her
                  hips against my face.  I lubricated a finger with Karen's juices
                 and pressed it slowly against her asshole.  As the finger circled
                 her rim and gradually moved inwards and I drove my tongue all the
                   way up her pussy, the sensations abruptly became too much for
                   her.  Every muscle tensed (including her thighs, with squeezed
                   tightly around my head) and she began to quiver spasmodically,
                     still bucking wildly against my face.  As she orgasmed, I
                  continued to tongue-lash her, extending her throes of pleasure. 
                   Finally, after gushing pussy juice all over my face and hands,
                   Karen's muscles relaxed and her breathing started to slow.  I
                   moved up alongside her and kissed her deeply, sharing with her
                             the pussy juice I still held in my mouth.
                       My cock was again jutting out from my body, a detail Karen
                   soon noticed.  She told me to lay on my back and began rubbing
                  her hands between her legs and transferring the moisture to her
                 breasts and especially her cleavage.  I helped her out by licking
                  between her breasts and on each nipple.  By the time she lowered
                    her breasts around my cock, the nipples were standing erect
                 again.  Karen began moving slowly back and forth, fucking my cock
                  with her hanging breasts.  As she was straddling my leg, I could
                  feel her growing heat as she ground her pussy against it.  Soon,
                  she was breathing heavily and I was thrusting into her cleavage
                                     and groaning a bit myself.
                        When Karen positioned herself over my cock and started to
                 guide it in, I asked about protection.  Luckily, as I sure didn't
                  want to stop, she had had her tubes tied after her third child. 
                 As she lowered herself, the tip of my cock touched her folds.  We
                 stopped there and moved in tiny but opposite circles, stimulating
                       each other.  Then, Karen slowly settled onto my cock.
                      I couldn't believe the sensations; her pussy was very tight,
                 though not the tightest I'd been in.  Still, though, I could feel
                     her pussy walls contract with the sudden intake of breath
                    accompanying my full penetration.  My cock jumped a bit, but
                 subsided as we rested for a minute, enjoying the feeling of being
                    joined.  Then, Karen began lifting herself up and down and I
                  began to thrust in time with her.  Each time, my cock would pull
                 out until the head was barely inside her and then would penetrate
                 its full length.  I was groaning and holding onto Karen's hips as
                                     she pulled on her nipples.
                       After doing this for a while, Karen started to get tired. 
                  Changing positions was good; I was starting to have a hard time
                 holding back.  We moved to classic missionary position.  Again, I
                   rubbed my cock head around her opening before thrusting slowly
                  into her.  She raised her hips up to meet my thrust and wrapped
                  her legs around me until I was completely inside her.  Reveling
                    in the sensation of her warm, wet pussy grasping my dick, I
                 started thrusting deeply and quickened the pace.  Every once in a
                  while, I'd pump Karen with a series of short, tight strokes that
                   built tension in my belly.  Karen started moaning loader as I
                  pumped her, and shrieked "YES!" when I slipped a finger down to
                    press on her clit from the top as my dick stimulated it from
                                               below.
                      I knew I wouldn't last much longer and slowed down to try to
                 prolong the ecstacy.  Karen was flushed and breathing heavily; we
                  were both covered with a sheen of sweat.  As Karen's legs locked
                   and unlocked around my hips, my ass was bucking with a life of
                   its own, striving to meet Karen's thrusting hips and drive my
                 cock even further into her tightness.  The sounds of our sex were
                     liquid as my cock stretched Karen's pussy lips around its
                   circumference.  The familiar tightening in my stomach told me
                  that I couldn't last much longer.  Between groans of pleasure as
                  Karen contracted her muscles, I got across to Karen my impending
                    orgasm.  She began bucking even harder against me, trying to
                     bring me to orgasm with her.  She was pinching her nipples
                  roughly, pulling them away from her breasts.  Karen's pussy had
                  been squeezing against my cock in firm contractions; suddenly it
                  clamped down as her orgasm arrived, accompanied by Karen's wails
                     of pleasure.  With the added pressure and a last spasmodic
                    thrust, I began to feel my sperm boiling out of my balls and
                  shooting deep into Karen's pussy.  We were moaning and groaning
                   together as our orgasms further stimulated each other.  I had
                    never come as long or as hard in my life.  When my cock was
                   finally done pulsating, Karen and I collapsed together and lay
                                        there, cooling off.
                        After a few minutes we rolled apart and I happened to see
                  the clock.  It was 4:00!!!  My parents and sister would be home
                  in about forty-five minutes and I was halfway through a project
                  that had to be finished by the time they returned.  I explained
                  to Karen and kissed her, first on her pussy (tasting my sperm),
                  then on each nipple, and finally ending on her contented mouth. 
                  She sucked the last come off my dick and I left with a hard-on,
                               thinking about my fantasy come true. 
                                                 --
                   This is the first story I've written.  Please direct criticism
                   (preferrably constructive) and comments to ap.902@samsung.com.
                                                        --Greg
                                                  
                                                   
                                                  
                                                  
              
                                                  

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