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What Could Have Been... by Biblinski Part Five
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Chapter 13
I stepped into the shower and rubbed myself against Karen's
back. She turned around, soap in hand and began scrubbing my
chest. It quickly lathered and Karen spread the soapy suds over
my body. I simply stood and let her do all the work of soaping my
entire body, as she was enjoying it so much. Certain parts of me
seemed to take her longer than others, but I didn't mind. As she
ran her slippery hands between my legs and into the crack of my
ass, I flinched a little. "A little sore still?" she asked.
"Some, but it's not bad enough that I want you to stop," I
replied. My dick was beginning to stir. Karen noticed almost
immediately and began stroking its sudsy length with one hand as
her other toyed with my anus, a slippery finger working itself
past the anal ring.
I leaned over and began massaging one of her ass cheeks with
my right hand. My left went to her breasts, pinching one nipple
and then the other. I slipped my right middle finger into the
crack of her ass as I moved my left hand down to play with her
pussy. I easily pushed my finger into her juicy asshole. She
squirmed her ass against it, moaning gently. As I began to pull
on her still swollen clit, she turned us so the water was spraying
against my soapy front side. Her hips were grinding as I attacked
her from both the front and the back. She ran her tongue over my
chest and nibbled on my nipples, making my cock jump a little. Her
stroking became more insistent and her probing a little more
forceful. I intensified my efforts.
Her head descended, her mouth engulfing my throbbing cock. I
stretched to maintain contact with her ass and pussy. She swirled
her tongue around and around my cockhead, her hand steadily
pumping the shaft. Her head bobbed up and down as she switched
from licking to sucking. She made little popping noises every
time she drew her head back off my cock. The sensations of
impending orgasm filled my groin. I realized I was almost
violently jamming my finger in and out of her ass and almost
squeezing off her poor clit.
Suddenly, I spurted. And spurted again. And again. Karen
hungrily sucked up the viscous fluid as she continued pumping my
cock. It was almost painful to let her continue, but she had no
intentions of letting me stop her. I had a couple more little
spurts and started to lose rigidity. Karen continued to stroke my
softening penis, still pushing her ass against my hand. I dropped
to my knees in front of her and lifted one of her legs, draping it
over my shoulder so I could get better access to her clit and
pussy. I closed my lips over her swollen button and gently ran my
tongue over it. Karen cried out, "Oooh, yessss. Yessss!"
I sucked her clit, pulling it into my mouth where I could
close my teeth down on it. I rolled it between my teeth gently,
then let it pop back out. I lapped at it, slurping as the shower
water cascaded down over my face. Karen held my head with her
hands, pulling me closer against her. I pushed my tongue down
between her labia, and slipped into her pussy. She was hot and
wet, and quite tasty.
Chapter 14
I stuck my tongue as deep into Karen's sopping cunt as I
could. She grunted with pleasure. Her hips started pumping back
and forth against my mouth. I withdrew my tongue and sucked her
labia into my mouth, then stuck my tongue back. Her hands held my
head tight against her, as she fucked my tongue. I kneaded her
ass with both hands. Then she let out a gasp, and a sigh. Her
hips grew still and she let my face pull away from her.
"You are sooo good, Jorgie," she said huskily, "I almost hate
to let you quit." I looked up into her temporarily sated face.
She smiled and stroked my cheek. "But it's getting really late,
and I do need a little sleep before I go to work."
Work! I had almost forgotten that I had a job. The long
weekend I'd taken was about over. "Oh yeah, work. I was hoping
it would go away and I could spend all my time here, making as
many of you happy as I could."
"Well, you've made me very happy," Karen replied. "And I
doubt I'll hear any complaints from Tse or Michelle. You've made
quite an impression."
"Hey, I've never known three hornier, sexier women than you
three. If I died right now, I'd go knowing I had already been in
heaven." We stepped out of the shower and toweled off.
Karen looked at herself in the mirror. "This is one
satisfied woman," she said, nodding. Then she turned and looked
me deep in the eyes. "For now..."
We walked back down the hall toward her room. As we passed,
a door opened and an incredibly long-legged, slender black woman
stepped into the hallway, wearing nylon running shorts and a
spandex crop top. "Hi, Teresa," was all Karen said as we walked
by and into her room. She gently closed the door behind us.
"Who was that, another roommate?" I asked.
"That was Teresa, another roommate," she answered, mocking
me. "I suppose you'd like to get better acquainted with her, like
you did with Michelle?"
I blushed. "Am I that obvious?" I asked. "I mean, is there
drool running down my chin or anything?"
Karen chuckled, moving in close. She lifted her head up and
kissed me lightly on the mouth. "No, sweetie, no drool. It's
just that you're male and Teresa has that effect on most males."
I grinned and kissed her again.
"I really need some sleep, Jorgie. But you're welcome to
stay," she offered. "I tend to wake up hungry. And I don't mean
for breakfast." She gave me a look that made my exhausted dick
twitch. Yes, a short rest and things would definitely be looking
up.
Karen pulled the covers and topsheet back and climbed into
her bed, holding them open for me to join her. I did and we
cuddled against one another, relaxing in our tiredness. We
dropped off like babies.
Chapter 15
I was dreaming that I was some kind of sultan, lounging
around in an enormous tent, with beautiful harem girls surrounding
me, their lush naked flesh exposed for my eyes to devour. Two
of them performed an erotic dance in front of me, caressing one
another, teasing one another. And suddenly I noticed that there
was a warm, soft mouth engulfing my cock, sucking and gently
gnawing me toward an orgasm. The dancers were down on the
cushions in front of me, bodies intertwined, mouths running over
the landscape of the other's body. Then one was moaning, gasping,
panting, climaxing in a wail that seemed to be inaudible. And I
too was climaxing, shooting, spurting into that gentle mouth.
I opened my eyes and saw Karen's head lifting from my rapidly
deflating organ. "Good morning," she said, a twinkle in her eye,
"I told you I'd be hungry." She sat up and smiled.
I reached toward her, saying, "I could use a little to eat,
myself!" She moved back out of my reach.
"No time, right now," she said. "Much as I'd love it. But I
really have to get to work. I just thought you'd like a special
wake-up call." She winked and got up. She was fully dressed in a
conservative grey suit, looking for all the world like a banker.
She walked out of the room.
I sat up, rubbed my eyes and smiled as I remembered the
previous evening. It all seemed like some wild fantasy you'd read
in some magazine. I got up and finding my clothes draped on the
overstuffed chair, got dressed. The clock on the dresser said it
was 6:07 a.m. I'd have to get moving if I was going to make it to
work on time.
I went out into the hall and down the stairs, looking for
Karen, or any of the others, to say good-bye. I found Michelle,
wearing a bathrobe, in the kitchen, eating a peach. "Good
morning," I said.
"Good morning to you, too," came her reply. "Karen's already
gone to work. She certainly looked happy." Michelle winked at me
and took another bite.
I grinned and said, "You look pretty happy yourself." And
gave her a wink.
She grinned back. "Damn," she said, glancing at the clock,
"I'm going to be late for work." She started to leave the room,
then stopped in the doorway. "I really enjoyed getting better
acquainted with you. Don't be a stranger, okay?"
"I'll be back," I said. "Real soon." I gave her another
wink as I turned to go out the back door. I walked across the
backyard toward my car. Real soon.
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