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CHAPTER ONE

Desperation can make a girl do things she wouldn't normally do, like fucking strangers. Karen Smith was an expert on the subject. She knew what it was like to be so horny that she'd cheat on her husband.

It wasn't as if she really wanted to. She had to, or burst. A girl could go only so long without a stiff cock before the dam would break and she had to spread her legs for another man.

That's what happened to Karen the night her husband left her alone again. The minute she saw him heading for the door, her heart fell and tears came to her eyes.

"Tom," she sobbed. "Please don't go out again tonight."

But he just shrugged her off and told her to quit nagging him. Karen found herself staring at the door again.

She wasn't really a nag. She was just horny. Tom hadn't fucked her in over two weeks, and she was really suffering.

And it wasn't just that he was going out. It was also that he stayed out so late, and then came home drunk, too drunk to fuck once again.

And it wasn't as if Karen didn't try. God knows how hard she tried to please him, excite him, fuck him. But what could a girl do with a husband in a stupor and a wet, limp cock?

One night, in desperation, so very hungry for him, she tried sucking his cock while he was out like a light. His cock got big and stiff all right – in fact, she kind of enjoyed sucking it for so long – but when she tried to sit on it, it turned into a wet noodle.

Karen cried like a baby that night. Here she had his cock stiff and her pussy on fire and – nothing. She was so frustrated that she went out on the sofa and finger-fucked her pussy half the night.

She came okay, but it bothered her a lot. Why should she have to go back to pussy-playing when there was a perfectly good cock right in the next room? It was infuriating.

Worst of all, even when she sucked his cock, it wouldn't shoot. One night, she sucked and sucked, and got pretty horny because his cock stayed stiff as long as she sucked it, but she couldn't make him cum. What was the use of a girl sucking so long if she wasn't going to get rewarded for her effort? It was terrible.

So she cried when Tom left her alone again. She just sat on the sofa and wept her heart out. She knew she was feeling sorry for herself, but why shouldn't she? After just a year of marriage to the guy who broke her cherry and used to fuck pretty good, she was alone with nothing but her fingers to console her. She didn't even own a vibrator.

She refused to be tempted by bananas and cucumbers or her hairbrush handle. She didn't get married just to go on doing the same things she did as a virgin. She needed cock!

She came out of her funk and dried her eyes. She went into her bedroom and stood in front of her long mirror and looked at herself.

Because she had been crying, her blue eyes were all sparkly, and her proud young tits quivered a little in the V of her robe. She gazed at them for a moment, then parted her robe and bared them.

She brought her hands up to them and slowly caressed them. Her fingertips toyed with her pink nipples and they spiked for her, just like she knew they would. She loved her tits.

She always had, ever since they started growing out when she was a little girl. They had given her a lot of pleasure as she grew up, not only because they were fun to play with, but because they attracted boys like twin magnets. And they'd attracted Tom, who was a prize catch at the time. She sniffled, remembering.

Her fingers fell to the cloth belt of her robe, and she untied it. Her robe fell wide open, and her eyes moved down to her furry blonde pussy. She shrugged the robe completely off and set her feet farther apart so she could really see her pussy.

Her fingers moved down to it and her lips parted for air as she gently stroked it. It was very sensitive to her touch, easily aroused, very responsive. It loved to cum.

That was her major heartache. Here she was, just twenty, with an adorable pussy that simply loved to cream, and a fool for a husband who'd rather drink than fuck. It was enough to drive her crazy.

With her fingers attached to her pussy, she stepped back to her bed and sat on the edge of it. Panting softly, she opened her thighs wide and watched in the mirror as she worked a long, slender finger in and out of her pussy.

She couldn't take too much of that and sit up too, so she lay back across her bed and cloud her eyes and moaned as she finger-fucks her hot pussy.

Just moment a later, she made a funny sound in her throat and slipped two fingers in and out of her pussy. Then, gasping a little, she used the fingers of her other hand on her stiff little clit. It got all quivery right away.

"Oh, oh, oh!" she panted, and started a slow humping of her ass that made her pussy move nicely on her slip-sliding fingers. And when the tendon built way up and her pussy creamed, she gasped. Her fingers drilled fast in and out of her screwing pussy, and she came so wildly that she fell off the bed onto the floor, where she spread her legs wide and fucked her pussy fast and hard on her exciting fingers.

It was a nice cum that left her writhing and moaning, but it just wasn't enough. Not any more. She was a growing girl with growing needs, and her rowing pussy needed a growing cock.

"Ohhh, Tom!" she sobbed, moving her wet pussy on her soaked fingers. "Please come home! Please! Come home and fuck me!"

As she petted her purring pussy, she began to hope that he really would come home early to kiss her and lick her and suck her and fuck her, like he used to do when he said she was a raving beauty.

Her head rolled to one side and she saw herself in the mirror. She was still a raving beauty. It was Tom who had changed. Not her. She still had lovely eyes and pouty lips and firm, hard tits, and a slim waist, and a cute ass, and long, lanky legs, and a luscious pussy.

Even better, she had the new desires and passions of a young woman, instead of the crazy feelings of a scared little virgin. But what good were they? She couldn't use them.

"Tom, Tom!" she murmured, watching herself rub her tits and pussy. She found herself hoping he wouldn't come home too drunk.

But her hopes were dashed to pieces. He not only came home drunk, he came home blind drunk. When she put on her robe to answer the doorbell, Tom was being held up on his feet by a guy she didn't even know.

"Oh, God!" she groaned, and her heart fell down to her feet.

"Are you Karen?" the man asked.

"Yes," she said, and added under her breath, "but sometimes I wish I weren't."

"My name's Bob," he said. "I think your hubbie's had a little too much. He passed out in the car. I got his address out of his wallet."

Karen helped him get Tom into the bedroom and onto the bed, where he flopped like a sack of potatoes. Karen looked at him sadly and had all she could do to keep from crying.

She knelt down and untied Tom's shoes and pulled them off his feet.

"What a mess," she muttered, more to herself than to Bob.

Tom smelled like a stale brewery. Oddly enough, the man standing over her smelled like cologne.

When she got to her feet, she found Bob's eyes on her half-naked tits. Instinct wanted her to throw her robe off right then and there. But habit made her close the V of her robe.

"Thank you for bringing him home. That was awfully nice of you."

"No problem," he said, following her out of the bedroom. "I'm sure he'd do the same for me."

"I doubt it," she said under her breath.

To her surprise, he went to the door, and when she saw his hand on the knob, a strange panicky feeling grabbed her by the pussy.

"Oh, wait," she said. "I mean… would you like a cup of coffee or something?"

She shocked herself. She was not one to flirt with other men, much less think what she was thinking now. She'd had daydreams about other men, but she never ever thought about acting on them. Until now.

She inched her shoulders back a little and the V of her robe sort of widened and showed a little more of her jutting tits, just like she knew it would. But Bob tore his eyes away.

"I'd better be going," he said, and she could tell by his voice that he was thinking the same way she was. But he was a nice guy.

"Please stay a few minutes," she said. "I just need somebody to talk to."

She pleaded with her eyes. They could both hear Tom snoring.

"Well… a few minutes," he said, nice guy that he was, and she raced to the kitchen for the coffee.

She felt like a foolish virgin, making coffee for him trying to keep him with her, like a silly teenager with a crush on a guy. But she couldn't stop herself.

She carried the tray with two cups of coffee on it and set it down on the coffee table as she sat down on the sofa next to him.

"Do you use cream or sugar?" she wanted to know.

"No," he said, and his eyes remained on her almost-naked tits.

She swallowed nervously, trying not to look at his lap, but when she passed his coffee to him, her hand trembled so much that the cup raffled on the saucer.

Bob took it and set it down on the table. He looked right at her tits and said, "You've got it bad, haven't you?"

Karen thought she'd die. Her lower lip quivered, and her breath got hot. Her tits quivered, and her pussy got hot.

"Oh, God," she moaned as his mouth moved over to hers.

Her eyes fluttered and then closed as he kissed her, and she couldn't keep her mouth closed or her tongue still. A huge shiver ran through her body when his big, hot hand moved into her robe to feel a firm, thrusting tit.

She strained toward him and moaned through the tonguey kiss, and her tit strained in his feeling, squeezing, fondling hand. Her nipple spiked so hard that she thought it would squirt milk for him.

Trapped in her own desires, she dropped a hand to his thigh and her reaching fingers found his hard-on, big and stiff and throbbing in his pants. Her fingers trembled on it a moment, then squeezed it as she gave his tongue some hot sucks. Her message was clear.

Bob eased her down onto the sofa and opened her robe wide, and devoured her tits and pussy with his eyes first.

"You must think I'm terrible," she panted, writhing under his hot gaze.

"I think you're beautiful," he said, unzipping his pants. "And I want to fuck you."

"Ohhh!" she moaned, and spread her legs wide apart for him.

And then he was on her and in her. He kissed her wet mouth hotly as he wedged his thick cock into her wet pussy. Tongue-fucking her sucking mouth, he crushed her tits under his chest, and fucked her sucking pussy with the biggest, strongest cock she'd felt in a long time.

It didn't take many strokes of his cock to get her off, and once she started, she never stopped cumming. She swooned as she came and came on his long, plunging cock.

Her eyes rolled and her fingers clutched at his arms, and her tits ached and her ass twisted and her pussy screwed on his cock. She saw stars as he powered all of his cock in and out of her clenching pussy, as if he knew how important it was for her to fuck and cum.

She broke the kiss to gasp for air, and she pushed his mouth down to her straining, reaching tits as she humped her ass and twisted her pussy on his drilling cock. It was fantastic as he sucked her tits and fucked her pussy hard and fast.

She was still cumming when he groaned into her tits and shot his load. And she came even more when his cock swelled up in her pussy and gushed big globs of jism into her belly. She whimpered with pleasure as he fucked all of his cum deep inside her pussy.

Then she clung to him and her pussy clung to his cock, and she rasped, "Ohhh, you don't know how much I needed that!"

But she gave him a pretty fair idea. She wouldn't let the poor guy go, even after a fantastic fuck like that. She didn't want him to leave yet.

So, when she had her breath back, and he'd drunk his coffee, she rolled off the sofa, out of her robe, and got between his knees.

She lifted his cock up in a hand and licked all the cum off it, his and hers. Gazing up at bun through her long lashes, she said, "It's been so long since I've done this."

And she took his cock in her mouth. Between her milking fist and her swirling tongue, she had his cock hard again in no time. It was much more responsive to her than Tom's. Much bigger, too.

"Ummmm!" she hummed on it, liking it a lot when it was really stiff, when she was sure he wouldn't go yet, she opened his pants and pulled them and his shafts down to his ankles.

Grasping his cock again, filled with gratitude, she said, "I'm going to suck your cock like it's never been sucked before."

And she did. Whether it was her gratitude or her lust, or both, she didn't know, but she treated him to a blow-job to end all blow-jobs. She was hot for it.

She kissed his cock all over first, then licked it all over, then sucked it into her horny mouth. She pumped it and sucked it at the same time till it was a stiff column of throbbing meat.

Then, doing something she'd never done with Tom or any other guy, she lifted his balls in gentle fingers and kissed them, too. Then she licked them all over, and took one into her mouth and gently sucked on it. Then she did the other one.

By the time she finished toying with and sucking his balls, his cock was immense and aching. It was so big and stiff that he fell back and groaned.

Karen was proud of herself as she slipped her lips over his bulging cock-head to lick it and suck it. Bob groaned like a wounded animal as she sucked him off.

She moaned herself, carried away by his cock, and she finger-fucked her hot pussy as she bobbed her mouth up and down on it. Her pussy humped hotly on her probing fingers as her mouth got fucked by his big cock. She came like crazy.

So did Bob. His cock loomed larger, swelling up in her mouth, then it gushed so hard and fast that Karen had to gulp and gulp to keep up with it. Even so, cock-cream squirted from the corners of her mouth.

She whimpered with pleasure as she finished him off, and she licked his cock clean, then licked her fingers and lips. Then she sighed with pleasure, feeling all creamy-dreamy now, filled with sucky, fucky feelings that Tom couldn't give her any more.

Gently fondling his heavy cock, she said, "I wouldn't be doing this if Tom didn't make me."

"You don't have to explain," he said. "I understand."

"You do, don't you?" Then she sighed. "Can you understand why I want you to eat my pussy?"

Whether he understood or not, he came off the sofa and pushed her down on the floor and buried his face in her hot crotch.

Karen gasped at how hungry he was for her pussy, hungry like Tom used to be. He gripped her firm asscheeks and lifted up, and drilled his tongue into her wet pussy.

And when he had her humping for more, he caught her quivery little clit in his mouth and tongued it and sucked it and nibbled it till she came like a wildcat. Then he sucked her clit and finger-fucked her pussy at the same time, and she saw stars as she came.

She grasped her tits and mauled the hell out of them as she fucked her horny, wet pussy on his face. Wave after wave of cummy pleasure washed through her and left her writhing on the floor, long after Bob stopped eating her.

All she could do was bathe in her pleasure with her eyes closed and mouth agape for air. She felt good all over now. She had been fucked at last. She had sucked a huge cock. And a handsome guy had eaten her pussy. She felt young and beautiful again.

She was still gasping and breathing hard when she heard Bob move away from her. By the time she got her breath and sight back, he was at the door. She smiled at him, still writhing her soaked pussy.

"Thank you," she purred.