Measurements: 36-25-35.
Sign: Capricorn.
Hometown: Firmdotter, NB
Turn-ons: Long walks on the beach at sunset. Poetry. Expensive gifts.
Turn-offs: Cooking. Housework. Men that don't put the seat d—

"Dave!" Karen shouted indignantly.

When a girl catches you in her father's office with your feet propped up on her father's desk and reading her father's magazine with its center foldout deployed, recovery with decorum is difficult.

"Oh! Hey Karen, I thought you went with your parents for the weekend, " I said.

"Hmm, I guess I didn't,"  she replied from the doorway. She arched her head back into the hall and looked in both directions. "So! Where's my brother?" she asked. "You two are usually together when you're up to no good."

"Steve?" I sheepishly replied. "He went to the store and—"

"And you thought you were here all by yourself," she said, finishing my sentence and adding, "obviously."

I slowly lowered the magazine across my thighs, my arms shaking enough to rattle the pages. The foldout dangled toward the floor. She approached me and put her hands on the armrest of the chair. Her weight pushed the chair level and placed me closer to her beautiful softball-sized breasts squeezed between her arms.

I was mesmerized as I gazed into the inviting cleavage, perfectly framed by her terrycloth halter. My focus floated to a few stray strands of her long brown hair caught under one of the white spaghetti straps over her shoulder. They pulled tight as she moved her head. Two strands of hair pulling on her head, can she feel that? My mind drifted to nothing in particular.

She looked down at the magazine in my lap. "So watcha got there?"
She picked it up and examined the cover. "Uh-huh."
She flipped it over and looked at the back. "Mmm-hmm."
She raised it up and down in front of her face as she scanned the foldout. "Nng-kay."
She reached across and dropped it on the desk. Her tits passed within inches of my face as she did so. She smelled of strawberry creme-rinse and hand lotion.

"At least you kept your pants on," she observed.

"I wasn't reading the articles," I explained. "I was only looking at the pictures."

She erupted into gales of laughter. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed. "Oh! You are so weird!" she gasped. "You always know how to make me laugh." She lidded her eyes and smiled. "I guess that's what makes you so attractive to me," she purred in a mock seductive tease. She had occasionally been flirtatious with me in the past, but only in the presence of others. This was the first time we had ever been alone.

She pushed herself up from the armrest, turned, and walked toward the door. She paused a moment to look at the calendar on the wall. I seized the opportunity to gaze at her beautiful rear, compressed to perfection in a pair of white polyester slacks. I scanned up from the small of her back. The interface of her flesh meeting the material of her top created a sort of tunnel vision. I thought I saw a small patch of skin involuntarily twitch right where I was looking.

"I need a drink," she said as she exited. "Joining me?"

'I need a drink?'  I slid my feet off the desk and carefully refolded the magazine. I didn't know Karen drank! Shit, she just turned eighteen! Does Steve know? Her brother and I didn't discuss his sister very often. I don't think he was aware of how stuck I was on her. We had been close pals for so long, I couldn't see jeopardizing our friendship over making an unauthorized play for her.

I stopped by the bathroom only because I needed to buy a little time. I pictured her brother returning from the store to find his sister wrecked out of her mind. Alcohol was no stranger to Steve and I, but his sister was never a part of that.

Karen was in the kitchen, pulling up the levers on several aluminum ice trays. A gallon of Southern Comfort and a six-pack of bottled 7-Up were on the kitchen table. How on earth did she score that?  This was all a side of her that I did not know about at all.

"You know your brother will be home any time, right?" I asked.

"No, he won't," she replied, as she scooped the ice cubes into two tall pink plastic cups. "Don't worry."

"What makes you so sure?" I asked.

"I said don't worry about it!" She opened the bottle of whiskey and filled both glasses three-quarters full. "Open one of those 7-ups," she instructed, "the opener is in the drawer."

She pressed the side of her butt against the drawer face and held it closed.

I pulled the handle. "Uh..." I stammered.

"What's the matter?" she taunted. "Open the drawer!" She backed up a little and made light contact with my hand. "Open the drawer! Come on!" She pushed herself against my hand and I pulled it away. She faced me with the handle between her legs. "Open the drawer, Dave!" she demanded.

She softened, smiled, and slid out of the way. "You should see the look on your face!" she said. She watched closely as I nervously slid the drawer open.

"Hah!" She shouted and jerked toward me. I jumped a little and we both laughed.

"What's got into you, Karen?" I asked as I topped off both cups with less than half a bottle of soda.

"Never mix, never worry!" she said.

"Watch that shit," I said.

"Huh? Watch what shit?" she asked.

"That 'never mix' shit. That's not yours, you read or saw that somewhere," I said.

"I ...how did you know?" she asked.

"Doesn't matter. I'm just saying we need to be careful," I said.

"Whatever, 'Kirk Vonnegut.'"

"'Kurt'," I said.

"Huh?"

"The writer's name is Kurt with a 'K'," I explained.

"I know how to spell 'Kirk'," she muttered under her breath.

I raised my cup to my lips and the aroma of the beverage flooded my mind with memories of a frantic make-out session. A skinny, flat-chested girl with Marlboros and peppermint lifesavers on her breath. It happened under the bleachers four summers ago. We had just met, and I never saw her after that. She was the first girl I ever kissed. They reported her name as 'Mary' in the papers and on the TV. I never found out why.

Steve! He could be here any second. The thought jolted me back to the present.

"Margot," Karen said, taking several more swallows. She took a small sudden step back and put her cup down. "Whoa... what a rush!"

"Margot?" I asked.

"You know," she said with a slight slur. "The one with the ..." Her voice trailed off while she picked her drink back up and took a few more swallows.

"Listen," I said. "Don't you think we should be...I mean I'm just wondering what Steve might think about all this. I wouldn't want him to get the wrong idea."

Karen didn't seem to care. Her brother walking in was apparently of no concern to her. What the fuck?

"Hey, Dave," She asked me. "Do you think I should have my hair done like Farrah's?"

"Like who?" I asked.

"You know," she said and looked around for something. She lurched toward the back of the couch and grabbed the week's copy of 'TV Guide" from the backrest. She jabbed her finger at the feathered locks of the smiling new television star on the cover.

"Like her," she said.

Who cares? What is with this girl today? Isn't she worried about her brother walking in? Was the front door locked? A few seconds advance warning couldn't hurt at this point.

"I just need a second to check something," I said and got up to check the front door.

She grabbed my hand and jerked me back toward her. "Where are you going?" she asked. She took my other hand and held them both. "Don't you like me?" She pulled my hands behind her back and held them there. "Don't you like me, Dave?" she pouted.

It was like those movies where you knew they would kiss. The twin points of terrycloth that contacted me was electrifying but was diluted by my stress over Steve's pending arrival. I was torn between looking like a chump to her and a speed bag to her brother. I broke her grip. She was furious.

"You have no idea what you're dealing with, David!" she fumed, and she stormed down the hall. The sound of bureau drawers sliding open and slamming shut could be heard. I picked up my cup and collapsed on the kitchen stool. Jesus Christ.

I took a sip and slipped back to the clumsy, desperate necking in the dirt among the paper cups and candy bar wrappers. Karen's concoction must have been the same thing I drank from that girl's weathered thermos so long ago. That horrible deafening sound. 'Let's go out on the grass, Dave. I want to do it on the grass.' I thought I was going to finally get laid on that day. That horrible...no!

I heard an engine idle and turn off, snapping me out of my daze. Shit! He's here! Godamnit! I braced myself. Karen emerged from her room, stomped to the door, and opened it. Steve appeared at the doorway but did not come in. He stood outside while they briefly spoke. My heart pounded in my ears as walked toward them.

I saw Steve turning back toward the driveway as she closed the door and leaned her back against it. She had changed into a large men's dress shirt. It hung open completely unbuttoned. The sides of her tits teased the edges. Holy shit! This is what she was wearing while she was talking to her brother? Oh my God.

She tried to keep me from opening the door as I carefully pulled both her and the door out of the way. By the time I got outside, he was in the car.

"Steve!" I called out as he backed down the driveway. He was facing the other way and didn't hear me, or acted like he didn't. "Hey!" I shouted and watched him disappear down the street. This can't be good.

I turned back to the house. I cringed as I reached for the handle of the closed front door, and was relieved to find she hadn't locked me out. When I entered, Karen was standing in the dining room, facing away and buttoning her shirt.

"Where did he go?" I demanded. "What the hell did you say to him?"

"Just give me a sec.," she answered, as she struggled with the last buttons and tucked the shirt tightly into her pants. "There!" She turned around. The thin, light yellow shirt was pulled taught across her braless tits. She was a vision. "What do think?" she asked and modeled her ensemble with a flourished turn.

I was sweating bullets, worried as hell while at the same time, a real-life wet dream was forming before my eyes. "Stunning, and I mean that," I replied in a calm and relaxed tone.

I hoisted myself up onto the counter because that is what calm and relaxed people do.

"So, what's up with Steve?" I asked.

"He forgot something," she said as she refilled her cup from the gallon bottle.

"What did he forg—"

"I told you he's gone!" she shouted.

She grabbed my wrists and placed my hands on her tits over her shirt, guiding them slowly around their contour. I was stunned.

"This is going to happen," she growled. "Let it happen."

She drew a sharp, vocal breath as my thumbs slowly swept across her erect nipples. She leaned forward and whispered in my ear. "Just feel them, you know that's what you've wanted." She let my wrists go and began unbuttoning my pants while I continued to fondle her chest through the shirt.

"God, Karen," was all I could say. I lifted myself to allow her to take my pants down, and she began softly caressing me through my boxer shorts.

Under any other circumstances, I probably would have cum in my pants as soon as this started, but her brother's unknown trajectory was governing every cell in my body, granting me superhuman resistance to premature ejaculation. I prayed that it did not also grant me the ability to be the world's youngest sufferer of ED.

"Mmm, so nice," she cooed. She reached back and opened a cabinet. Feeling around the boxes of corn starch and baking powder, without looking, she located and pulled out a bottle of vegetable oil.

"I know what you guys do when you're looking at those magazines, you know," she said, removing the cap with her teeth and one hand. "I'm going to do it for you," she said while pouring the contents over my shorts. Her hands made an oozing, squishing sound as they worked the viscous liquid into the fabric against my cock.

"I'm going to masturbate you now," she announced as she pulled my boxers down and began sliding her clenched fist up and down my cock. "Like this?" she asked. "Am I holding it tight enough?"

"Oh, that's great, Karen," I assured her. "You're doing it perfectly."

"Do you want me to hold it against my tits while I do it?" she asked.

"Unh, yeah Karen," I said. "That would be great."

She crouched down and unbuttoned her shirt. "I guess this is pretty hot, yes?" she asked. "Oh! You like watching me do this, don't you, Dave?" She suggestively added some follow-through to her motions and swept her tits from side to side against me.

"Oh my God, Karen. Hell yes," I said as she milked me with her hands and chest.

"Do you like feeling my nipples on the underside of your cock, Dave?" she asked. "Does it turn you on to see my holding my tits on your cock while I masturbate you?"

"Yeah, Karen. Oh, fucking...yes." She picked up the bottle of oil and poured it on the front of her shirt and down her chest before returning herself to my cock.

"Ooh," she moaned. "It's so hard and slippery! Will you feel my tits for me while I do this? Do you like how my shirt is unbuttoned just enough for them to stick out?" she asked.

"Oh, absolutely!" I said. "That is sexy as hell." I pinched one of the plastic buttons between my fingers as I massaged the oil-soaked fabric sticking to her glorious boobs.

"I love your hands, sliding on me, feeling my tits, oh God," she moaned. She moved up and down my torso with a smooth sensuous humping motion. She released her grip on my cock and covered my hands with hers, pressing them against her tits. "Wrap my tits around your cock, Dave," she begged. "Masturbate your cock with my tits so I can feel it. Do it for me, please?"

I held her still and we both used her tits to jerk off my throbbing cock. "Oh my God, Karen...that feels so good."

"Don't stop," she groaned. "Please use my tits to make yourself cum. I want to see you make your cock cum. I want to feel it cumming between my tits."

"Oh, Jesus," I moaned. "Karen, I-I'm gonna cum so hard. You're gonna make me cum, Karen." I increased the speed and she began humping her chest in time with me. Our breathing was heavy and labored. "I can't hold it much longer Karen," I warned. "Oh God, I'm cumming."

That deep feeling you get right before you cum undulated in my pelvis, more intense than any I had felt before. Powerful ejections convulsed my cock between her breasts as she gasped and looked down. "Oh my God!" she shouted. "It's cumming! I can feel it!" She moved closer and took the head in her mouth. "Mmm...mgrlp? mgrlp! grlp grlp grlp." I could hear her consuming stream after stream as she squeezed and milked me between her quivering lips and into her mouth,

When it was over, she collapsed on my stomach. I stroked her hair and leaned my head back against the cabinet, loudly clonking my head on the hard brass handle. "Ow," I said. She giggled and I felt a warm liquid run from her mouth and over my hip. I leaned forward and looked around. I was sitting in a puddle of vegetable oil, cum, and sweat that was slowly dripping from the counter and onto the floor. I was praying that Steve didn't walk in on us right then.

I reached for my cup and drank. They say the sense of smell triggers the memory more than any other sense, and I was inclined to believe it. She said she wanted to go out on the grass. 'It's wild, Dave. I've never done it with anyone before.' I thought I was going to get laid, I didn't know. Heads or tails.

"Thanks for not being weirded out." Karen's voice brought me back to reality. "I mean my attacking you like that. I needed to get your attention. There's something we need to discuss."

"Don't worry," I assured her. I was trying to be cool and not let on about my lack of experience. I didn't want to give away the fact that I had just experienced something beyond my wildest dreams. "It's all good."

"'It's all good?'" she exclaimed. "That's kind of a neat thing to say! It's all good! I'll have to remember that one! I like that! It's all good!"

"Yeah," I said. "So anyway, speaking of your brother, don't you think we had better—"

She smiled and put her finger to my lips. "Shh! Ready?"

I nervously craned my neck to look at the front door, leaned back against the cabinet, and nodded.

She took a deep breath. "Have you ever heard of clairvoyance?"

Oh, God. Not this shit.

"HEY!" she yelled. "Don't start with me!"

I didn't say anything! What is she so pissed off about? I ... didn't say ... anything...?

"I'm sorry," I said. "It's just that I don't really believe in that cr—that stuff."

"I think you will," she said. "I just don't want to go too far. I don't want to hurt or scare you."

"I'll try to be brave," I said.

"All right," she said. "Listen carefully. Do you remember earlier today in Daddy's office?  I was leaning on the arm of your chair and you were feeling me up with your eyeballs."

Shit. I am busted. Godamnit. First the magazine, now she knows I've been lusting after her and gazing at her body. I'm never going to get laid.

"I'm sorry," I said.  "I'm a pervert.  I never could stop looking at you. You are so beau—"

"No talking!" she ordered. "Think. You were looking at the straps on my top.  Some of my hair was caught under the strap.  It meant something to you," she said.  "Now, what do you think about that?"

I think I'm busted, that's what I think about that.  She caught me and now she wants me to beg and be humiliated.  Fuck this.

"Look, Karen, I told you I was sorry."

"You aren't getting this, Dave," she said. "You have to think back and remember. The straps. It was just a few strands of hair. You thought of me feeling it pull on me when they were caught under the strap. It meant something to you. Please! Try to think."

The hair under the straps...there was something. She could feel? Nah, she saw you looking at her, and now she's fucking with you.

"We don't have to play stupid games, Karen," I said.

"Godamnit Dave!" She was getting angry. She paused a moment. "Okay, do you remember when I had my back to you? You were looking at a spot on my back. You saw my skin twitch right where you were looking. Remember?"

Whoa! That's right! I remember that. She must have seen a reflection of me in the window or something.

"Yes, I do remember that!" I said. "That's a neat trick! Can you show me how you did it?"

"Shut up," she said through clenched teeth. She motioned me closer. "Turn your head." She whispered in my ear. "At the field, Dave. The baseball field, Dave. I'll go as far as I need to, I'm warning you," she said.

No way. No fucking way. She doesn't know anything. How can she? It's a coincidence.

"What field?" I said. "I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Stop it, Dave," she said angrily. "At the field, Dave. Don't make me do this. Do you want me to tell you what she pulled out of her purse? In the field, Dave. In the grass, Dave."

There is no fucking way. Nobody knows. How could she? Oh my God. I've got to get out of here!

"What are you talking about, Karen? Y-you are full of shit and you know it." I could feel myself starting to cry. I was absolutely terrified. "Stop lying, Karen."

"At the field, Dave," she repeated. "Heads or tails, Dave. It was destiny, Dave.  "

Oh my God. This isn't happening. This is impossible. I'm dreaming. This isn't real.

"Shut up Karen!" I shouted. "Just shut up! Stop it! You don't know what you're talking about. It's bullshit and you know it."

"What I don't understand is the dumpster," she continued, ignoring me. "Why were you two kissing in a dark dumpster with all of that dirt and garbage?"

What? How does she know we were making out? How could she...she must have seen us under the bleachers, but there's no way! How could she have seen us before we went out on the grass? There was no dumpster! Wait! Unless..in the dark, .the dirt, the garbage, under the bleachers! Oh my God... she saw us? Impossible!.

"Have you had enough of this, Dave?" she asked. "I'm not enjoying this either, but I need you to understand I'm serious. This is no joke."

"Fuck you! Fuck you!" I said, caught somewhere between punching her lights out and running out the door and never stopping.  "You don't know shit! There was no dumpster! I wasn't even there with her!  She fucking killed herself! It was in all of the papers, go fuck yourself!

"Stop it, Dave," she said. She was so calm, so sure of herself. Not defending herself or accusing me. It was unnerving.

"Dave, she told you her name was 'Margot',"

Fuck! Fuck! How could she know that? Nobody else was there! We were in the field by ourselves when she said that! She can see ... she can see everything?

"Hah!" I said triumphantly, but inside I knew better. "her name was 'Mary,' it was in all the papers."

Karen didn't say anything. She picked up her cup and took a drink. People can't read your thoughts. This was all a trick of some kind.

That girl. How did she know about the girl?  I thought back to the bleachers. They are enclosed underneath. No one knew we were making out under there. No one saw us. The police, the detectives, the fire department and those guys from the Tobacco and Alcohol or whatever, all the news, the helicopters, the woman that came to school and talked to everybody. Nobody knew I was there.

Karen looked at me totally as if nothing happened.  There was no way. No way.

Margot. We were out in the field. There was no one around. She did not talk to Karen. She did not talk to anyone. Jesus Christ. Somebody help me.

I began to cry. They should have cast me as the chick in this story.

"You know everything? My whole life?" I began recalling some of the sickest most twisted ideas that have existed in my mind. "If you know about that," I sobbed. "Then you know about...oh my God, you know about...oh shit. Oh fuck, somebody help me..." I can't believe I just said that out loud. I don't even care.

I turned away and hung my head.

"She looked at me and smiled before she pulled the trigger. She was so brave. Everyone read about it and said 'Oh, what a shame,' like she didn't want to live or something. Just another suicide. She grabbed life and squeezed an experience out of it that few people have. I saw it in her eyes during the last few seconds. I'll never forget.

"She was the first girl I had ever kissed. She'll never know that. I thought I was finally gonna get laid. I thought that's why she wanted to go out on the grass. It's all I cared about. It was all that mattered to me. That girl ... she's dead and I'm alive. I live my life with it and someday I'll be dragged down to hell by it.

"I could have stopped it.  I thought maybe it was fake, that's the lie I told myself. I couldn't believe she'd do that.  They said she killed herself. They said she was alone. I was there. I had to run. I had never seen anything like that.  I never felt anything like that."  

Karen sat up and took off her pants. "Give me your hand," she said and guided it between her legs. "Fuck me with your finger, Dave." I felt her lips with my middle finger and gently pressed. "Oh! Oh, yes! Please go very slowly," she instructed. "Ow!"

"I'm sorry!" I said, and I tried to pull back, but she held her firm grip on my wrist with both of her hands. "Why are we doing this?" I asked her. "Is this some kind of 'ritual' or something?"

"Heh—no it's not a ... I'm—I'm okay. Just... just keep going," she said.

 I continued to press very gently. She was incredibly tight; I couldn't even advance my finger. "Jesus, Karen," I said.

"Oww! Keep pushing it Dave, we've got to ... ouch! Don't stop!"

I continued a steady pressure as she gripped me and moaned in pain. "Karen, are you sure about this?" I asked. "I really don't wan-"

"A little more...oh! Just a little—Oh! Ouch! Oh my...oh yes," she said. "There! That's it. Wow!" Her body relaxed and her grip on my wrist loosened. We held hands and I looked down.  There were traces of blood on my hand and the counter.

"Was that what I think it was?"

She smiled sweetly. "Yes, Dave. It was."

"Now, THAT is what I call ironic!" I said.

"What? What's ironic?"

"I took your virginity, and yet I am still a virgin," I said. "But of course, you knew that already, right?" I added.

"Two things, Dave," she began. "First of all, I was only asking you what 'ironic' means."

"That bit has been done to death," I responded. "What's the second thing?"

"The second thing is: what makes you think that you took my virginity?" she asked.

"You know," I replied. "Just now, with the finger and the blood and the pain and—wait ... you mean that wasn't ... that wasn't ..."

She covered her mouth and inflated her cheeks.

"Oh, you're a real riot, Karen," I pouted.

"Oh lighten up, Dave! I can have a LITTLE fun, can't I, virgin boy?" she chuckled. "Come on, Dave! Of course you took my virginity.  I know there wasn't actual intercourse, I don't have any protection. Besides, I don't think anyone's gonna be calling an infield fly on our session with the oil and all that, do you?" she said.

"I got an idea," I said. "Let's throw our clothes in the laundry and take a shower. This shit is starting to harden and I smell like a limousine after prom night."

"Sounds good," she replied. "But first, you gotta help me pick out something to wear." She took my arm and leaned against me, fluttering her eyelashes at me as we walked to her room. If she could read her own mind, she'd probably find out that she's bat-shit crazy.

When we got there, she said "I'll meet you in the bathroom in a second."

"I thought we were gonna pick out—" I protested.

"You already did, silly!"

"Oh ... oh yeah! Wow."

She arrived at the bathroom wearing a knee-length black skirt that buttoned up the side, a purple satin blouse, and glasses. Indeed, it was very much a look that ran through my mind as we walked down the hall. Librarian or secretary, I think even the color of her blouse was as I had pictured.

I thought back. The black glasses. The hair thing with the two chopsticks. Amazing, but frightening too. I couldn't grasp the scope of what this could involve. What can she do? Can she kill me?  What happens if I fight?  It was fantastic and extraordinary, but when I thought about it, I wanted to run. I kept checking myself to see if I was dreaming.

She shut the door and began a raunchy striptease, removing her white scarf and unbuttoning her purple blouse. God she is irresistible, she seems so harmless. I reached around her and ran my hands up and down her skirt. I imagined dry humping her from behind. She turned around and began grinding her ass up and down my cock.

"J-Jesus Christ!" I yelped, as I jumped away in fright and slammed my back against the closed door. Even if I become OK with this, it will take some getting used to!

I gotta try something. Don't do it! Go! Do it! Do it!

You cannot cease thought. I imagined her washing her hands. Nothing. Raising her hands. Nothing. I imagined it was her that horrible day, showing no fear and smiling at me before violently disappearing into an unspeakable red and gray oblivion. ARE YOU CRAZY?  Still nothing. DID SHE SEE THAT?

"What's up Karen? Aren't you 'listening in?'" I said, defiantly. "Didn't you see that?" SHUT UP!

"Oh, are you trying to 'talk to me?' " she said. "It doesn't work. This isn't a cartoon. I should have explained this to you; I can only perceive truth, your true honest thoughts that come into your mind naturally. Events that actually occur, you see? Thoughts you create for you," she said.

 "Thoughts you create for me are nothing. They aren't real. They don't exist. Does that make sense?"

"That sounds like bullshit," I said.

"Are you still fantasizing about that substitute history teacher? Eating her pussy under her desk during class? Both of you with your clothes on in the gym shower? Feeling her up through her wet blouse? Then you lube yourself from the soap dispenser and slowly masturbate until you cum on her glasses and some of it gets in her hair? Hmm? Does that sound like bullshit as well?

"How about the slutty Denny's waitress you made up? Catsup stains on her uniform and green lipstick? Sucking your cock in the backroom and the dishes are clanking while she's looking at you with her green lips around your cock? You take her to the bar and feed her Long Island Ice Teas until she lets you eat a 'Grand Slam' breakfast off of her chest while she sings the National Anthem?"

She paused to inhale. "Or does that all sound like bullshit too?"

You might as well give up. This shit is real and if you try anything to get out and get away from her, you might get hurt or worse. She has you. You can't win.

Her unbridled sexuality was intoxicating. I decided to just let myself go and fall into it. I was so scared. I was too scared to run.

I gently turned her around and she arched her back, pressing her ass against me.

"Ooh, this is so sexy. Please go slow and get yourself off when you're ready," she said as she slowly undulated against my hardening shaft. "Hold my tits in your hands for me, okay, Dave?"

I reached around her and cupped her breasts while we moved against each other. "God that feels good, that material against my cock," I said. She pressed harder against me and sped up a little.

"Rub it against my ass. Oh, God ... I'm fingering myself now. Ah, uh...unh! I'm gonna cum just thinking about it!" she moaned. "Oh! Oh! Ohh!" She was gasping and panting as her orgasm approached. She froze for a second and pressed herself against my cock with three quick jerks.

"Yeah Karen," I said. "Yeah baby, come on. Let yourself cum."

"Wow! Listen to you!" Karen said, "Where did that come from?"

"Shh, he'll be pissed if he sees that. It kinda just slipped out," I said.

"I wouldn't worry about it," she said. "Fuck him. Oh my God, I'm gonna cum, Dave! Hold me, please ..."

She turned, kissed me, and licked my lips and gums as her orgasm shook her. She grasped the sides of my head and pulled me down to her mouth. Her saliva clicked and snapped in my ear at point-blank as she detailed her next requests.

"Will you have anal intercourse with me, please? I want you to anally penetrate me. I want you inside my body. Fuck me, Dave." she pleaded. "Take me and fuck me, Dave."

I held her, still facing the tiles on the shower wall. I pulled up her skirt and felt around her firm round ass cheeks.

"Oh yes, Dave. Are you going to penetrate me? Ooh yes! Do you want me to hold my ass out for you? Do you like this?" she asked as she arched her back and stood on her toes. "Does this turn you on, Dave?" she purred. "Does this give you a hard-on? Will you think about me like this when you masturbate, Dave? Do you need me to put it in for you, Dave?

"Yes!" I said, stopping her. "That last one! We should do that one!"

She grasped my cock and worked it toward her rectum. "Ohh uh! Yes! Are you okay with butt-fucking my ass for me? Does this turn you on, Dave?"

"Yes, everything you do turns me on," I assured her. "You are like a never-ending nocturnal emission, I never want to wake up." I gently kneaded her tits while she used her beautiful rear to massage and engorge my cock and work it inside her.

"Oh, Dave!" she cried out. "Will you put your fingers in my mouth for me to suck and nurse on while you fuck me?"

I reached up and put my hand on her cheek. She turned her head and sucked my middle finger into her mouth.

"Oh yeah Karen," I said as the sensation gripped me.

She let go of my rock-hard pole and put her hands on the tiled wall. "Mmm! Mmm! Mmm..." she squealed and held her lips tightly around my finger as she pressed ass around cock. As it slowly entered her, She slid her lips down my finger at the same rate. We heard the front door open. Fuck!

We both froze, and she opened her mouth. "Shh, please don't stop," she quietly gargled past my finger. She began sliding her lips up and down my finger and pumped her ass on my cock at the same time. Our copulation was punctuated be her audible swallowing reflexes.

A knock on the bathroom door. "Dave, you in there?"

She stopped and spat my finger out. "Dave's not here!" she called out and giggled. "He went to the store." She looked back at me, covered her smile, and hunched her shoulders.

"Jesus Christ!" We heard him exclaim with dismay from the dining room.

"It's all fun and games until you get caught in the bathroom with his sister and she's dressed up like Lois Lane and drunk on 80 proof corn syrup," I whispered

"Yes, Dave. It seems that the omelet of your virtue broke a few eggs," she replied. "I was hoping that removing your virginity would help you with the crushing anxiety you have over that girl and the cloud of chastity that was following you around," she continued.

"I don't understand," I said. "What's it to you—unless ... you care! You really do have feelings for me! Oh Karen, I—"

"Keep your voice down!" she warned. "Don't flatter yourself, haven't you been paying attention? Your thoughts are mine and you're driving me crazy!" she ranted.

She crossed her eyes and curled her tongue out of the corner of her mouth. "'What woulda happened if I had to put the gun to MY head?'" she drooled. "'What woulda happened if it was ME that lost the toss?'" she gurgled. "'Am I gonna be a virgin forever?'" she ... squawked.

 "It's all you fucking think about, Dave!  We're going somewhere we can talk ... and finish this, baby!"

Karen looked around the room. "What the ..." She looked under the table. "Godamnit!" She jammed her fingers into the pockets of the oil-soaked shirt that was draped over one of the stools. "Fuck!" She began opening cabinets and looking inside.

"What are you looking for?" I asked.

"That plot convenience! I left it sitting right here!"

"Oh, that big rubber 'Playschool' one with the 'Sleeping Beauty' stickers? It's in the drawer with the bottle opener," I said, adding, "It probably needs batt—."

Everything became hazy and I found myself in a vast room almost pitch black. My eyes started to adapt and some objects became barely visible, some familiar somehow, some kind of structures, I wasn't sure.

"Oh my God," I said. "Don't tell me this whole thing was a dream sequence."

"This whole thing was a  'fuck the hell out of me' sequence!" she declared, spreading her feet slightly to balance herself. "Keep your eyes closed and hold my hips, Dave. Use my ass to milk the cum out of your cock and— ooh oh my God that's it ... yes yes, oh do me!" she cried. "Oh, Dave! Please mouth-fuck me with your finger while you fuck me in the ass!"

I stuck my finger back between her lips and began penetrating her orally in time with our anal coupling. "Oh fucking Christ," said whoever. The synchronization of her mouth on my finger and her orifice on my cock switched my desire into overdrive. No really, that is the hottest thing I've ever written ... those two events reflecting each—no? Fine.  I began forcefully thrusting myself against her heaving rump. So what.

"Yeah, Karen," I grunted. "Take it, take it in your ass, you know you love it in your ass," I said as the pornographic nature of the entire matter slowly occurred to me.

You're getting the hang of this! Perhaps there's hope for you yet!   I told myself.

Karen acknowledged my thoughts. "Yeah, you're doing great, 'John Holmes,' " she said.  "Just remember that this departure from tenderness is an exception, not the rule for most girls."

"Oh my God, that's really creepy, Karen. Do you have to do that?" I asked.

"Sorry," she replied. "Now fuck my ass until you cum, Dave." She resumed her loud slurping on my finger. "Are you going to cum soon, Dave? I want to feel you squirting cum into my ass," she mumbled as she continuing to swaddle my finger with her tongue.

"I want you to get down on all fours so I can fuck you like a dog," I said.

 "Ooh, yes! I love it! Take me from behind up my ass ... give it ... yeah, give it to me, Dave ..."

I held her haunches as she gyrated and ground herself on and off my shaft. I felt my pending ejaculation begin to build in my swollen balls. "Oh, God. Oh God, Karen ... I'm gonna cum in your ass soon," I groaned. "I can feel your muscles milking my cock, I can't hold it much longer."

She stopped and held still. "Let it cum. Let it cum in my ass. I'll help you to make it cum. I want to use my ass to milk the cum out of your cock."

It felt as though my cock was part of her body, performing a necessary function as it pulsed and pumped a huge load into her bowels. Her tight hole rhythmically constricted and released around my cock as spasms of deep pleasure reverberated in my pelvis. 

We held each other still as our bodies completed those wonderful reflexes that we cannot control once they start.

"Can you feel me milking you?" she asked, as she dutifully flexed herself around my throbbing shaft, forcing every last drop of hot cum out of it.

"Yeah, Karen, I sure could feel that, and let me tell you, current events are a tough act to follow  and you really nail it."

In the soft afterglow,  I began to look around. "Wow! What is this place?"  I wondered aloud. A terrible realization gripped me. Everything suddenly made sense.

"I'm dead! Oh my God! I'm dead!" I started to cry, loudly and uncontrollably. "Oh! I don't wanna be dead! Oh, fuck!  I don't wanna be dead!  Why do I have to be dead?"

"Oh, for Christ's sake, Dave," she said. "I don't think there has ever been one of these where the guy cries so much," she lamented. "You're not dead. Don't you know where you are?"

I looked around. It seemed so familiar, like when you recall what you dreamt about the night before and try to remember the surroundings. I suddenly realized where we were.

 "How can we be here?" I was awestruck. How can you be here? Does this place really exist? I-I mean ...  it's a place we can go?"

 "Amazing, yes, Dave?" she said. "Just wait ... you will not believe what else we have here."  She gestured to a perfect white vase sitting on an ornate pedestal. "Check it out!"

"How am I supposed to do that?" I sniffed. "Look at that light, it's unapproachable."

"Oh," she said, "sorry about that, just a second ..." She stood up and turned to the vessel. "Hey!" she shouted. "Hey, you in there! Turn that fucking light off!" She sat back down and swept her arm towards the object. "There you are, Dave.   go ahead," she said, adding, "oh, you'll have to close your eyes, for Man can not see Him. You'll know though, I guarantee it. Get ready to behold Honor and Eternal Dominion!"

"Uh, thanks anyway, Karen, but I think I'm going to pass on th—"   I paused a moment.  "Say ... you don't happen to have that waitress in there, do you?"

The End

Karen pulled on a hooded sweatshirt while her brother tied his shoe on a bench in front of a row of lockers. "Whew!" she said. "Thank goodness that's over with!"

"Yeah," Steve agreed. "What was that, like, ten thousand words or something?"

She clicked the mouse on a nearby desk. "Six thousand seven hundred and ... that's odd ... it's rising."

"Huh," Steve responded. "Hey Sis, when I signed up for this, I could have sworn I saw something about 'erotic' written or printed somewhere, did you happen to notice anything about that?"

"Nope."

"Oh well, I guess I'm probably thinking of something else," he said.

"Probably," she replied.

"Okay, well, goodnigh—Oh! Just one last thing, Karen ..."

"Yes, Steve?"

"What did Dave need to get at the store?"

"Vegetable oil. We were fresh out."

Meanwhile, a powerful voice thundered across ten thousand galaxies, "Hey! Is somebody going to let me out of here?"