That began stage two of Karen's private pleasures. Gasping for breath, she lowered her writhing ass to the chair, spread her thighs as wide as they could go, and rubbed both hands into her own warm, wet pussy.
She got her fingers and palms thoroughly soaked with her cum-juices and smeared them over her inner thighs, through her pussy-hair, all over her heaving belly, and up onto her thrusting, quivering tits. She put her right hand over her mouth, and her pink tongue slithered out and licked slowly and pleasurably. She thought about women who lick women as she lapped her cunt-juice from her fingers.
With her other hand she rubbed cum into her tits as if it were health cream. Then she returned it to her writhing cunt. Moaning softly, she let the tip of one finger slip and slide over her twisting asshole.
This began stage three of Karen's self-pleasure pattern. Rubbing her asshole as she was coming always made her come more. Her tight little asshole writhed against her rubbing fingertip, and new feelings shot through her sensitive cunt.
"Uhhhh," she groaned, knowing she would go on to even greater heights of erotic joy. She hazily knew what she would do now. The thing she never told anyone about. She didn't mind swapping stories with her girlfriends about finger-fucking her cunt, but she never told a soul about the other thing.
She humped her hips upward and twisted to one side. Her thumb dived into her gyrating wet cunt and her middle finger pushed up into her asshole. This was forbidden pleasure, she knew, but when she was coming and aching for more joy, it was precisely forbidden pleasure that she wanted.
Her thumb disappeared into her tight pussy and her middle finger buried itself up her twisting ass. With her thumbnail rubbing the inner walls of her hot cunt and her fingertip fucking around in her asshole, she squealed and shrieked and fucked her body violently, coming and coming and coming.
"Ohhh, Mamaaaaaaaa!" she cried. Her orgasm was long, violent, furious and wet.
After the great spasms of pleasure swept through her and her pussy was leaking profusely, she took her hand away from her twisting pussy and sagged in the chair, panting for breath.
She came to her senses slowly, her tits heaving and her cunt dribbling. She smiled at herself in the mirror. She liked how she looked now – like those sensuous, beautiful girls in men's magazines.
If only Mr. Turner could see me now, she thought lewdly. She smoothed her hands over her tits and wondered what Robbie would do if he were here right this minute. Visions of erect, throbbing cocks filled her mind. She had seen pictures of boners.
If only I wasn't afraid to fuck, she thought sadly. For she knew she was indeed frightened of actually fucking boys. It always amazed her when she learned that girls like Sheila and Barbara actually fucked with boys. It had startled her and dazed her mind the day it got out that Mr. Barrett, the grocery clerk, was fucking his niece Janet. How could pretty little Janet's pussy take a man's whole cock inside?
Karen pushed all the puzzling thoughts from her head and returned to the matter at hand – her own private pleasure. So she wasn't like other girls. So what? She was herself. She would get her kicks her own way. Why not? She didn't have to give her cunt to the boys, did she? Sure, girlfriends told her fucking was super, but so was finger-fucking herself.
In this way, Karen justified her fear of fucking with boys and men. She slowly rubbed her writhing cunt and smiled with pleasure, satisfied with her own brand of fucking.
Her gaze drifted to the face of the small clock on her nightstand. Four o'clock. Her mother would be home in an hour. There was work to be done.
She got to her feet with a sigh, thinking of her chores. There were dishes to be done. She had to feed the dog. Dust the furniture in the living room. Make her bed.
She pulled on a long, pink T-shirt and wore it as a mini-dress. Of course, she would have to be fully dressed when her mother arrived, but until then, she could run around however she pleased. She tugged the shirt down just below her pussy and glanced over her shoulder in the mirror at how the long shirt fell around her curvy little ass. She smiled again, pleased with herself. She liked the way her tits pointed so hard in the soft fabric. She pranced out of the room to tackle her chores and get them over with. When her mother got home, she'd have to go into the bathroom and play with herself. She wished her mother were more open-minded about fucking.
When Karen got to the kitchen, the dog was already pawing the door, knowing it was his dinnertime. But she ignored his demanding scratches and did the dishes. She hated all the things she had to do around the house every day, but until she was 18, she'd just have to do them obediently. She couldn't wait until she was 18. She imagined herself getting fucked by a different guy every single night.
She finished up the dishes with her mind still filled with wild thoughts about handsome guys doing all sorts of things to her. She wanted to enjoy her private thoughts to the utmost because they made her tits, cunt and ass feel so good. But the dog at the door continually interrupted her flow of feeling.
"Oh, Rex!" she shouted. "Stop it!"
But the dog, upon hearing his name, put up a bigger racket. He yelped and pawed the door and whined a little – all tricks that used to get him everything he wanted. But that was before Karen's father ran off with a younger woman. Rex was her dad's dog and Karen disliked the animal even more for that reason. She remembered her dad walking the dog, smoking his pipe, looking tremendously handsome in his sporty clothes. She had liked Rex then, as much as her father did. But now the damned dog was a painful reminder of happier days.
She threw dog food into a plastic bowl and put the dish on the floor. She pulled the kitchen door open and growled, "Come on, dammit, eat!"
The huge, hairy mutt plodded quickly across the floor and dived his snout into the mess in the bowl. Karen watched him steadily and shook her head.
"I don't know what in hell you're good for," she said sarcastically, imitating her brother. "All you do is eat and sleep!"
The dog stopped eating long enough to give her a look. Karen wrinkled her nose.
"And don't give me that big, brown-eyed, sad look," she sneered. "You don't fool me one bit. You're a pain in the ass, you know that? Why didn't Daddy take you with him? You were supposed to mean so much to him! You're worthless! Now get finished there, because you're going right back outside!"
She resisted the urge to give the big mutt a swift kick in the ass. She felt like that sometimes. When the dog tried to be affectionate, it turned her off. It was as if by resenting the dog, she was getting back at her father. Sometimes she felt like getting back at her father. Sometimes she felt like getting a stick or a belt and whipping the animal. In some of her more negative frames of mind, she daydreamed of chaining Rex to a tree and just walloping the hell out of him.
To rid herself of these depressing thoughts, Karen sat down to wait for Rex to finish his meal. As usual, when she was by herself, she let her pretty legs fall open and dropped her hand between them. Her tits rose and fell in her tight T-shirt as she fondly petted her creamy pussy. A few seconds later, a single finger stole up into her cunt-hole and started fucking.
Her eyes closed, and she purred like a kitten as she happily fucked her finger in and out of her tight little cunt. It felt good to clench her pussy muscles against her finger. She wondered what it would be like to have a boy's stiff cock up her cunt, strangled by her pussy walls. What a thrill that must be!
Finger-fucking her cunt, seeing the dog eating, thinking of her lost father – all of this came together in her young mind to form an other forbidden erotic fantasy. She remembered the days when she could sit on her daddy's lap. She remembered how his eyes started avoiding her growing tits. She recalled the last time she was on his lap in front of the TV. Something had grown big and hot under her cute little ass and she'd known what it was.