Message-ID: <31865asstr$997089004@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <raven_soule@c4.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <20010805142707.20119.qmail@ninelives.chek.com> From: "Karen Souleman" <raven_soule@c4.com> X-MASSMAIL: 1.0 Subject: {ASSM} NEW - Karen 9 - Alex (MF, Mf, Ff, con, inc, , Pedo) Date: Mon, 6 Aug 2001 05:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/31865> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, newsman -------------------------------------------------- Totally Amazing Search Results - Just C4 Yourself! http://www.C4.com - Total Search Technology <1st attachment, "Karen 9 - Alex.txt" begin> KAREN 9 - ALEX Life gave us little chance to get used to our new wealth. The day after my meeting with Ms Jamerson, Leslie and I went shopping, clothes shopping. I had just under five thousand pounds in my purse and I wanted some new clothes. An exhausting day later we got back home. It took all three of us (Leslie, Nigel and me) to carry the bags in from the car. Paul was the first to greet us. "Hi precious," he said kissing me, deep and soulfully. "How did your shopping go?" His eyebrows raised as he saw Nigel and Leslie with their loads. "Quite well, I would guess." Leslie dropped onto the settee. "There are six charity shops in town. SHE," Leslie pointed at me "has been to every one of them. TWICE!" I looked at her a little shamed. I had so enjoyed myself. I had got so much, new (well nearly new) underwear, jeans, dresses, skirts, blouses and tops, jumpers and halters. Just so much. Things that I wanted, that I chose. I was almost jumping on the spot in my excitement. Gail entered carrying Rae who she put down; then she looked at my baggage. "How much did you spend?" she asked trying to take in the amount that we had covered the lounge with. I took out my purse and checked my little notebook, though I knew the answer off by heart. I was wondering what Gail would say when she heard how much I had spent. I couldn't ever remember anyone spending this much on themselves before, not EVER. "Three hundred and twelve pounds forty-seven pence," I told her, worried now at my extravagance. Gail looked around her, slightly shocked. "Three Hundred and twelve pounds for ALL this!" She gasped. I nodded, quiet now, unsure of what was going to be said. "I have all the receipts," I whispered. Gail turned to me. "Oh, my precious, I'm not cross at you." She knelt beside me. "I'm astounded at how you bought so much for only three hundred pounds." She hugged me. Then she noticed the labels on the carrier bags. "These are all from secondhand shops?" she said. "Of course," I replied, my turn to be shocked now. "They are all very good quality and in good condition as well, I made sure of that," I said. "She did too," Leslie chipped in. "She wouldn't have a lovely sundress because it had a small ink stain on the hem." Gail looked at me. "Karen, precious. You know that you don't have to go to the secondhand shops for your clothes anymore." I looked at her worriedly. "I can't shop there anymore?" I asked. Gail smiled, comforting me, "Dearest you can shop wherever you like. That's what I'm saying. If you want to go to the Salvation Hall, then do so. But remember that you're a very rich girl now and you can afford to shop in any one of the King Street shops that you want." Leslie and I had walked along King Street the weekend before, when we were still poor. We looked in wonder at the clothes and the women buying them. This world was not our world. We could never belong here. Now Gail was saying that I could go there to shop - and they would let me in! "They would let me in?" I asked her. This would be too much. "My precious, you can get into any of the shops now, and if you have any problems, well - just mention Ms Jamerson's name and I'm sure that she'll help you." We hugged. The next time Leslie and I went shopping, we would try King Street. I looked at Leslie. She looked as skeptical as I was. There is a wonderful thing about hugs. You can't give one without getting one back. I love hugging Gail. "Well," said Gail, "aren't you going to show us all what you bought?" Quickly stripping naked, Leslie and I dived into the first of many bags to begin our show. For the next few hours, Leslie and I showed off our new clothes. Everything from underwear to full ensembles were modeled. We had had such a wonderful time. Toward the end of our show the phone rang and Paul answered it. He didn't mention anything about the call until we had finished our display and taken our clothes upstairs. As we sat to enjoy a late supper, pizza, Paul told us about the call. "That was Jane on the 'phone." He said. "She and Mike have to go to Leeds, her father's very ill. Could we look after Alex while they're away." Gail looked at him, "You said yes, of course. Didn't you?" This question held more than a hint of menace. "Oh, should I have said yes?" Paul replied, in that, 'who me' tone of innocence that men use when they want to wind up the civilized people in their lives (who? - us women that's who). "Yes, you should have said YES!" Gail said rising. "They're gonna start bonking again," said Rae, conversationally, as she reached for another slice of pizza. "Could you cut me another slice, please Karen?" said Leslie as our heads turned in unison watching Gail's blouse fly across the room. Lifting Paul's shirtsleeve from the pizza box, I noticed that Gail had pulled the button off again. I'd have to sew that back on before he could use this shirt again. I am much better at sewing than Gail, practice I suppose. I cut Leslie a slice of the ham and pineapple pizza and another thin slice of cheese and tomato for Rae. "Daddy does like Mummy's titties doesn't he?" said Rae as we munched on our pizza watching Gail and Paul's love making. It's so nice to have a cabaret while you're eating. "Umm," I replied, through my mouthful. "So do I." "That's obvious the way you two keep groping each other," said Leslie. "Mind you, Rae your mum does have nice titties." Our heads turned again following Paul's pants fly through the air to disappear behind the blender. "Karen, when Daddy hides his penis in Mummies vagina, would you pass me another slice of pizza please?" asked Rae, with a smile on her lips. Leslie giggled. "It is a very nice penis, though, Rae," she said. I passed Rae her pizza. I was NOT staring at Paul's penis, was I? Things settled down for a bit as Paul powered his penis in and out of Gail. We were able to finish off our supper and do the washing up, and rescue Paul's underwear. We had settled down in the lounge when Gail and Paul entered. Gail sat on Paul's lap. "Right peoples," Paul said, getting our attention. "Alex will be arriving tomorrow morning and he will be staying with us for at least a week. Jane's dad is very ill and he isn't expected to make it this time." Gail held tightly onto Paul and buried her head in his shoulder. "Jane, Mike and Alex live in very much the same way that we do, so we don't have to be careful while he's here. However, if you don't want to do anything with him, then don't. It's your body, your life and YOUR choice." Gail was very stern when she told us this. She had very strong ideas on personal choices and options. We went to bed. For once, I slept alone. Rae had asked Leslie to sleep with her. I think they wanted to talk together about the lovemaking they had watched this evening. My thoughts were a little mixed. On the one hand, I was glad that Rae and Leslie were getting on so well, Leslie had always stuck to me previously. On the other hand, I was a little jealous of their growing relationship. I slept; quiet, untroubled dreams filled my night. Gail drove over to pick up Alex from his home; she did not know when she would be back. Mid morning, Rae and Leslie were playing dress up in Leslie's bedroom. I wondered around the house, for once, with nothing to do. I found Paul relaxing in his armchair. Then I had an idea as to what I could do. "Bored precious?" asked Paul, as I knelt between his knees. "No," I replied, as I lifted my dress over my head, revealing my naked body. "I know just what I want to do." I said, as I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers. Pulling down his trousers and pants, I exposed to my feasting eyes, his lovely penis, his cock.. "I've just found a lovely lollipop and I'm going to enjoy licking and sucking it." I dropped my mouth onto his flaccid cock and gently sucked. I had the wonderful feeling of him growing in my mouth, filling me as he grew to his full erection. I always loved that feeling, though it happened so infrequently. I was lost in my ministrations to his manhood when I heard the door open, then a gasp. I looked sideways as I licked Paul's cock shaft. There standing just inside the room was a young boy, about eleven or twelve years old, mouth wide open and staring in shock at the tableau before him. I could imagine his shock. Walking into a room and finding a naked young girl sucking off a grown man. I don't know what devilment got into me, I claim youth and innocence. (Besides I wasn't there, it wasn't me guv', you can't prove a thing.) I decided to double my fun. I played up to the boy. Oh, god, I hope he IS Alex! Moving slightly I let him see my whole body in all it's naked glory, side on, of course. I kept dipping down onto Paul's cock, but now I was entertaining both of the men in the room. I looked across at him and saw his jeans tenting with his erection. I licked the cock shaft making sure that both could hear my groans of desire. I noisily sucked in the crown, ensuring that the boy could see it fill my mouth. I took each of Paul's testicles into my mouth, arching my back and presented my bum to the boy. I was so wet from this that I almost came as I knelt there. I slowly stroked the cock shaft. Tempting, teasing, Paul's semen from his balls. I licked the shaft's seam, gently bit the shaft and stuffed the crown back into my mouth. All the time making loud noises to ensure that both knew just what I was doing. The boy remained frozen in position, like a rabbit trapped in a car's headlights; he could do nothing but watch the oncoming climax. I felt Paul's impending release. Dropping my mouth lower onto him and sucking harder, I increased the speed of masturbating him. Paul arched his back thrusting his hips and cock upward as he pumped his cum into me. Again and again he thrust into me and I took and held all of his cum in my mouth. Letting Paul subside and relax, I stood up and faced the boy. Deliberately I let a drop of semen fall onto my breast. Helpless the boy watched it fall. I started to walk toward the door, though walk doesn't do justice to my movements. I swung my hips, dropped my head just slightly and advanced upon my prey. His eyes kept shooting between the drop of cum on my breast and my own eyes. I stopped, feet slightly apart, one hip dropped with knee bent. Only a woman can stand like this. When she does, she means SEX, someone is gonna get FUCKED! I looked down at my breast, back up to his eyes. I took my finger and slowly scooped up the drop of cum. I looked at it glistening on my finger. Then I slowly licked my finger clean. "Ummm." How much meaning, how much sex can you put into a simple sound. I tossed my head and continued toward him to walk past him. I reached him, standing slightly to his side. I made sure that my breast pressed into his arm, the hard nipple drilling into his soft flesh. I took his hand and guided it between my legs, dipping his fingers into the pool of wetness there. I breathed alongside, then into his ear; my hot breath burned into him. Then the final act. I reached for and held his cock. Small though it was compared to Paul's, it was throbbing with his desire. I squeezed it gently and gave one stroke then I felt the fabric of his jeans become soaked with his cum. I had made him cum! I breathed into his ear, "Ahhhh," the sound barely aspirated, barely audible. I felt him jerk again and more wetness appeared in my palm. I walked past him to the door. At the door I turned and looked at him, as he looked over his shoulder at me, mouth wide open and pale with shock. I winked and closed the door behind me. Turning away from the door I almost tripped over Gail, Leslie and Rae. They had been watching my performance through the gap in the door. Frantically Gail waved us upstairs and, hands pressed into mouths to stifle out impending laughter, we ran after her. "KAREN!" she said as she closed her bedroom door behind her. "Karen, I would not have expected that from YOU!" She fell onto the bed laughing. "What was his face like? We couldn't see properly." I sat beside her and told her the story from my point of view. Gail groaned, "now I suppose I'll have to sort him out after him cumming in his pants." "Oh come on Gail," I said, "at least he got to grope my cunt." I laughed as she kissed me in the aforementioned place. "Mummy, Karen says she likes your titties," Rae said when her mum surfaced again. "Oh, I do like your titties," I said, and, placing my palm between the mentioned globes, I pushed her back onto the bed. I leant over her and gently stroked her breast, feeling her warmth through her clothes. "Hey! Stop that, I've got to make some dinner. You lot had better stay up here until I call you down." Struggling up, Gail wagged her finger at us threateningly. With a smile she left us and went down stairs. As my dress was still in the lounge, we went through into my room for me to find something else to wear. We had a guest, so I must appear properly dressed. Though it was early February, I choose a light, white summer dress. The whole house was warm enough for me to wear this dress with nothing underneath. Besides, I liked the way my nipples showed dark through the white material, the way they could be seen, their peaks visible, whenever I was excited. Soon enough Gail called us down to dinner. As we entered the dining room, I saw Alex again. He looked up at me sheepishly. Paul waited until we were all seated then spoke. "Karen, I think that you owe Alex an apology for embarrassing him earlier this morning." All eyes were on me as I stood up and walked round to Alex. "Alex, I am truly sorry for embarrassing you. I would not knowingly do that to anyone." I said. He too stood up. "Thank you, Karen. I accept your apology." I looked at him and made up my mind. I raised my arms, and giving him the chance to stop me, wrapped them around his neck. I kissed him. I allowed my tongue to explore his mouth as I pressed my body against his. He tasted sweet and his body was firm against mine. After a few moments, we broke apart and sat back down. We ate, enjoying the food and enjoying the company. After dinner we went into the lounge, Rae asked to sit on my lap, Leslie helped her up then knelt by my feet. I was a little surprised, as Leslie had always been a little jealous of any attention I gave to Rae. Now she was actively helping her onto my lap. I knew what Rae would be asking for next and I'm sure that Leslie did too. Sure enough, Rae gently ran her fingers over my nipple and asked. "Can I please Karen?" Unselfconsciously I slipped the shoulder straps down and off my arms and pulled the top of my dress down freeing both nipples. Rae rested her head against me and sucked my nipple into her mouth. I have grown to like this attention, I don't mind her doing it at all. We relaxed watching a video. Soon Leslie's hand stroked its way up between my legs to find and play with my wet slit. Of course, I parted my legs to allow her the freedom of access she needed. I began to think that these two were doing this on purpose. Especially as Rae started to stroke and twist my other nipple, while sucking and nipping on the one in her mouth. These two tykes were turning me on, and I'm sure it was part of game or plot on their behalf. While I was deliberating Gail got up to get some drinks. "I'll help you." I said and quickly extracted myself from the terrible twins. I followed Gail into the kitchen. "Gail," I hesitated unsure of how to continue. "I think that Rae is trying to have sex with me." Gail turned toward me and I told her what Leslie and Rae had been doing. Gail listened intently and, typically Gail, said, "It has to be her choice. If she's willing to do something and you're willing to let her, well - let her. But please keep an eye on her, none of us want her hurt." I agreed, then helped make the drinks. When we took them into the lounge. I told everyone that I was going upstairs for a while. I lay on my bed and waited. Sure enough, it was less than five minutes before there was a knock on the door. "Come in," I called. The door opened and there were Leslie and Rae. "What can I do for you two young ladies?" I asked. Rae smiled at being called a lady. "Can I lie down with you?" Rae asked. I smiled and patted the bed at my side. "Can I too please?" Leslie asked. I was a little surprised. "Leslie, my own darling, you need never ask if you can lie or sleep with me. My bed is your bed. It was from the day we first met and you allowed me into your bed." I held my arms out to her and she climbed onto the bed to lie by my side. I was sandwiched between two scheming little vixens. Of that, I was certain! "Karen," said Rae quietly. I lifted my head. "Karen, when Mummy and Daddy were making love last night . . . " She paused uncertain how to continue, how to ask what she wanted to know. "Yes, little one?" I prompted. "Well when Daddy licked Mummy between her legs." She looked up at me. "Yes precious." Again I prompted her. "Well, er . . . " "Rae wants to know what it feels like. She asked me last night, I was going to show her last night but . . . " "But what, my precious?" I was puzzled, why couldn't Leslie perform such a simple act, especially with someone she knew so well. "I couldn't touch her," was her tearfully whispered reply. Rae leaned over me, tears filling her eyes. "It's alright Leslie. I don't mind you not doing it. I don't mind at all, honest I don't," she cried. All the time stroking Leslie's arm, showing Leslie that she wasn't upset, she really didn't mind. Now I understood what the plot was. I was to show Rae what cunnilingus was like. Well, I certainly didn't mind. I loved Rae. If she wanted me to show her what it was like, well I would feel honored to help her take her first steps as a sexual person. "Would you like me to show you what it's like?" I asked Rae. Shyly she nodded. "Would you please, Karen? Leslie said that you're ever so good at it." I kissed Rae's little button nose. "Of course, I will." I said, and was rewarded with a huge tight hug from my little, new bedmate. "You have to get undressed," Leslie told Rae, as she lifted off her white cotton top. Rae pushed down her jeans and panties together, then lay naked beside me. "What are you going to do?" she asked me. "I'm going to lick your vagina lips, your clitoris and maybe even tease your vagina with my fingers and tongue," I replied. "What's my clitoris?" Rae asked puzzled. I sat her up and tried to show her, her own sex organs, but I quickly decided that it would be better to have a model. "Leslie, would you mind if I used you to show Rae what her vagina looks like?" I asked. Smiling almost from ear to ear she nodded and quickly pulled of her dress and panties. I laid her down on the bed and lifted her knees. Before Rae and me, Leslie lay spread wide and open. Rae and I lay down, heads together and closely examined Leslie's sex. As I stroked the outer lips, blood flooded up to the skin's surface, engorging Leslie's sex. We watched in awe as the puffy lips opened before us to give us entry to the treasures within. The darker inner lips seemed to be glued together, though we could see the glistening of Leslie's lubricating juices slowly emerging from the bottom of her slit. I pointed out the flow to Rae, dipped my finger in the thick juice and licked it. It tasted wonderful as always. Scooping up more on my finger, I offered it to Rae. Tentatively she extended her tongue, licked my fingertip, then she took my finger into her mouth. She sucked my finger clean. "That tastes lovely," she said. "You taste lovely, Leslie," she continued. "Thank you Rae. That looked so sexy when you sucked my juices off Karen's finger. Are you going to try licking me? You can if you want." Leslie waited for her younger playmate to answer. "Maybe we'll lick you in a minute," I said. "I thought we were going to show Rae what being licked down here was like." "Yes, please,." said Rae, shyly. "Okay Mum," said Leslie. Gently, I parted Leslie's inner lips pulling them wide, opening up for our inspection the wonderful pinks within her love tunnel. "Ahhh," breathed Rae, "that's wonderful. Do I look like that?" she asked. I nodded. We could see the opening to Leslie's vagina, her long wet slit and the folded hood under which hid the hard nub of her clitoris. I licked Leslie from bottom to top. Rae and I had a quick, girly giggle as Leslie threw her head back and gasped out loud. With my thumb I pulled back to hood and exposed Leslie's clit. I picked up some juice to lubricate the sensitive nub and very gently rubbed it. My finger circled over Leslie's clit and we watched as the flow from within Leslie's tunnel increased, wetting the bed below her. I licked up some of these juices and Leslie lay back and gave herself to the sensations between her legs. As I drew back, Rae leaned forward and, copying me, she licked Leslie's slit. I pointed out the clitoris and told Rae to lick there. She did. What Rae lacked in age and experience she made up for in enthusiasm and enjoyment. Rae really did enjoy licking Leslie. "Would you like to be licked now?" I asked Rae. She nodded and quickly she swapped places with Leslie. Leslie went down to the bottom of the bed and lay back, legs parted and started to masturbate. I looked at the tiny, tiny slit in front of me. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked her. "Oh, yes, please," she replied. I opened her outer lips and licked along the hidden inner lips. I licked repeatedly and felt the skin below me warm and blood rush to the surface. I parted her inner lips and licked the entry to her vagina. I ran my tongue over her rock-hard clitoris. And then pushed my tongue deep into her, only stopping when I reached her hymen. Rae and I were totally engrossed in our love making when a scream rent the air. "MUM!" Leslie's voice! I spun round. Alex was standing beside Leslie, her head in his hands, trying to push his erection into her mouth. Rae's screams joined those from Leslie I didn't think, just reacted. Time slowed to a crawl. The knife I kept attached to my headboard was in my hand, my hand swung back, with a grunt of effort I threw the knife at Leslie's assailant. The stainless steel knife turned lazily as it crawled toward the boy. He turned his head toward me, his screams now filling the air. To be continued . . . Comments please to raven_soule@mailandnews.com Copyright (c) 2001 Karen Souleman <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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