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Harvest Moon: The Lemon Effect	By : ScarletVenus Category: +G through L > Harvest Moon Views: 23234 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Harvest Moon: The Lemon Effect
CHAPTER THREE: THE SUPERMARKET SLUT
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Karen sighed, mentally exhausted at spending yet another dreadfully boring day in the local General Store of Flowerbud. To say life in Flowerbud was not exciting was like saying Chinese New Year was a bit flashy. Still, when one was truly bored, one found ways to pass the time. The usual social niceties were enough to pass the day and at the General Store, Karen had enough imagination to make it from the time she opened the door to the time she closed it.
Like now, for instance, she had her two middle fingers shoved into her cunt, working them furiously in and out as her wetness soaked her panties. Her usual place was behind the cash register and since this was a low tech store, it meant they didn't have cameras--not even a security system. The entire town operated on an ages old honor system which had worked well even to this day. Karen was busy today while her father was taking a day off to square away some business with Jack to help sell his crops, set up another contract with Zack for the delivery of goods from the mainland and shooting the bull with Doug and Basil, and her mother was away on her usual gossip session and a doctor's appointment. They wouldn’t be back until well after nightfall
So Karen had the run of the store all day and since no one was around, she was fingering herself pretty hard. A casual glance at her would have resulted in a double take. She had one leg hiked up like a dog about to mark a fire hydrant and her hand shoved non-too-discreetly directly into the front of her tight blue jean shorts. Her method was a well practiced maneuver: move her arm up and down, using the flat of her hand to pull her lips up and back while her fingers slid up and down her clit with her nub being sandwiched between them.
She had gotten far too bored. Things had been rather quiet since the Hot Spring Orgy, as it was being referred to. The event had served as the sexual awakening of every young person in Mineral Town. Karen wasn't certain of what had happened, but she was sure Jack's lemons had been spiked with something. The thick, sweet juice of those sour fruits had turned her from a horny flirt into a sultry tramp. Being rammed by the biggest dick in town and her somewhat boyfriend plugging her rear end while around her the girls and boys moaned had created a symphony of erotic music that still echoed in her mind.
The problem was that she was still just as hot and bothered as the night the Orgy had happened--as was everyone else--but no one was taking a dare to move on the Mullhollandson Pact that Mary had initiated. According to the ambiguous and more-or-less unwritten rules, anyone in the Pact was available to anyone else, but anyone in the Pact could initiate someone else in. And so far, no one had made a move on her
"Figures" She thought, "I'm the easiest girl in town and all the guys are too busy working to give me a good fuck. I'd settle for anything right now. I am dying to get off."
She was desperately trying to work herself to a climax. The part of her that should have been ashamed of what she was doing was overridden by the part of her that was excited by the thought of doing something she wasn‘t supposed to. Plus, she was bored. She fought the battles she could win: she was horny so she fingered herself. What used to be a fun guilty pleasure once in a while had started to turn into a daily affair with her own hand.
And lately, since the Hot Springs Orgy, she was no sooner done squirting into her own panties in a cunt-shattering orgasm than she was ready for another go. Some nights it took two or three orgasms just to be tired enough to go to sleep.
Fingers weren't doing the trick anymore. She needed a dick--a big one. She needed it deep and hard and as fast as the motherfucker could fuck her with it.
"Goddess, I'm such a slut." She thought. But even thinking it turned her mouth into a smile, because she loved the thought of being the Town Slut, the easiest girl to get on her knees or on her back. She craved the feel of a hard member in her hands, pressing onto her lips. At night, she her fingers were doing all the work making love to her, she smashed her eyes shut and re-lived that awe-inspiring moment when Jack's enormous head broke through her lips and sank deep inside her. Just thinking about the big dick farmer was sending her careening towards her climax.
Ding-ding.
The little bell at the entrance of the store went off and Karen immediately hiked her leg down and took a moment to regain her composure. She looked over and saw Cliff walking in, tossing her a smile and a nod in greetings before he began to look through the aisles. A moment later and Duke and Manna walked in through the door as well.
"Dammit. So close." She thought, now squirming to try and squish her lips together. She was dying to orgasm right here, desperate to gush her panties and feel that sweet warmth in her pants.
Manna rushed right up to the counter and beamed at her, "Oh my, Karen, you look flush. Are you coming down with a fever?"
"Maybe." Karen answered, trying to squelch her blush.
"Well, dear, we'll be done and out of your way soon. I know for certain I want another basket of those wonderful lemons from Jack's farm. Duke and I have been eating them for days now and they go so well with most of my dishes."
Karen had to suppress a giggle. She had a suspicion she knew exactly why Manna wanted another batch of lemons. But it was money in her pocket, so she obliged Manna's request and packed up a bag of lemons while Manna went around window shopping the rest of the store.
Karen spied Cliff near a corner of the store, near the window. He was pressed up against the shelves and leaning forward, trying to get a good view of the rucksacks on display. Like most guys, when he thought no one was looking, he adjusted his package. Karen watched him, eyeballed the shelves, and a wicked smile crossed her face.
The shelves of the store were not really shelves, they were more like tables with a slant and sides to display goods, standing up on four stout wooden legs with table clothes draped over the front. Underneath the shelves, from waist level and below, was empty space covered by a white tablecloth. Under the shelves, they would put a few boxes for overstock, but for the most part they were empty. On those lazy days, they were the perfect spot for a quick nap when no one was around.
In Karen's naughty mind, they had a more sinister purpose.
She might not be able to get off right now, but she was desperate to put her Pact to good use. And Cliff was her unwitting participant. Looking around, she saw Manna and Duke chatting excitedly about something unrelated to the store, so she ducked down and snuck around behind the shelf where Cliff stood with the wall immediately to his left, leaning into the shelf.
Karen slid herself quietly under the shelf. She had just enough room to sit on her knees with her head down a little. She grabbed the drape and parted it slightly, smiling as she was rewarded with a full view of the lower half of Cliff. His zipper was directly in front of her.
Karen felt her tongue wiggle its way out of her mouth and lick her lips in anticipation.
Cliff was dying to get a rucksack that held more than his usual rucksack, but he didn't want to spent the money for a large one only to have too much room. Decisions, decisions.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp tug as his zipper suddenly undid itself. He glanced down curiously and was pulled towards the shelf with another sharp tug. Before Cliff had time to mount a verbal protest or inquiry, he felt a slender hand snake its way into his zipperhole and began fishing around in his boxers. Cliff buttoned his lip and looked backwards, where Manna and Duke were still bickering about something with their backs to him. Karen was nowhere in sight. So then who...?
"Nnh!" Cliff stifled a yelp as the slender hand brushed his boxers aside and fished his dick out, pulling the semi-erect member through the hole. His stomach and crotch were pushed as far up against the shelf as they possibly could, the drapes at his groin parted just enough to allow his erection to pass under the table unnoticed. So long as he stood still, no one would be the wiser.
A warm wetness encircled his shaft. Soft, sweet lips led a charge down the length of his dick until they met with the scruffy, thin layer of pubic hair as his base. His entire cock was now nestled firmly in someone's mouth--and he had a good idea who that someone was.
"Jeez." He said to himself, barely a whisper, "No shame in Karen's game."
Under the table, Karen sucked down on Cliff's cock, her attention fully focused on him. If she had room, she would have finished herself off with her hand, but she was squished enough to make that too hard to try. But she had enough room to blow Cliff and that was enough. He didn't have the length that Jack did, but he was still no slouch. Her lips sealed around the flesh and pulled back hard with each stroke, her hand working back and forth in time with her head bobbing.
Cliff pressed his hands onto the edge of the stand and fought to keep himself upright. Karen's mouth was a wet hole of endless suction. He felt as if she were going to suck the skin right off his shaft. She would suck on him for a moment, then stop and suckle on just the glans, sending jolts of electricity through his nerves. She would pop it out of her mouth, it's length dripping with her saliva, and run her tongue around the rim of his head, then along the length of it. He was so hard it was like putting a frozen cucumber in her mouth--or as she called it "Every Other Saturday Night.".
Cliff was panting softly, trying not to moan openly. "Shit, Karen is one damn good cocksucker. I haven't been sucked off this good since dance class. Kurt and Mark haven't got anything on Karen's cocksucking skills. I'm about ready to pop." Cliff's male lovers seemed a lifetime ago, but their pleasure was an unforgettable one. Still, Karen's mouth was a welcome distraction. Of all the girls in town, she was undoubtedly the best looker and he wished he could look down right into those big green eyes and see her as her hair bobbed up and down on him. Oh, how he loved long hair on a woman.
In private, in her own time, Karen would have drawn out her blowjob for as long as she wanted, teasing him to the point of climax then relenting and working him back up again. And the first BJ would only be the appetizer to a long love-making session. She enjoyed the feel of Cliff's manhood, it was solid and rock hard, whereas Jack's was stiff, but still pliable in her hands. A guy with a long dick would get hard, true, but not as hard as Cliff. It felt like a metal rod was stuffed under his skin. This guy certainly wouldn't be suffering from erectile dysfunction anytime soon.
She tasted the sweet and salty drop of pre-cum touching her tongue, igniting the nostalgic memory of Jack pulling his manhood out of her and spraying the front of her with his cum. That memory would live in her mind forever: each hot splash cascading over her cheeks and forehead, running in white rivers of love down onto her tits, across her stomach. When her tongue had become coated with his seed, she had closed her mouth and swallowed, experimenting with the feel and taste and found herself addicted. She had been waiting for the chance to do it again, to suck down an entire load all at once in her mouth.
Oh Goddess, she wanted to cum so badly right now!
But that was Cliff's priority right now. His hands grasped the edge of the stand, his teeth gritted and bared, eyes shut as Karen's blowjob worked its final magic and Cliff, with only a soft grunt to announce it, came hard into Karen's eager mouth. Blast after blast of warm cum jettisoned over her tongue and pooled in her mouth. He came so much she feared she wouldn't be able to swallow it all in time.
Cliff sighed softly, feeling the warmth of his own cum flooding Karen's cheeks. He hadn't felt that unique sensation in years, the sweet warmth of his own seed slowly filling a mouth, surrounding his own shaft. He felt her swallow, but he also heard her loud "ULP...ULP...ULP" as she swallowed over and over until Cliff's load was entirely gone.
Karen kept his cock in her mouth, feeling yet even more cum bubble its way out slowly as his climax subsided. His manhood softened slowly. She was tempted to try and work him back up and do it again, but it might look suspicious for Cliff to be dry-humping a table all day and she knew her absence would be noticed as well. She slid the slick, wet member out of her mouth, sucking hard to catch all the cum as it left her mouth. She gave his swollen purple head a sweet kiss and then tucked him back into his pants, zipping it back up.
Cliff sighed contentedly and took a step backwards. A moment later, Karen stood up from behind the table. Their eyes met with a shared smile and Cliff tapped the side of his mouth. Karen realized a line of white cum had dripped down the corner of her mouth. She wiped it up with her finger and sucked it off the tip.
"Can I return the favor?" Cliff asked in a low tone.
"Have to take a rain check." Karen said back, "I can't leave the store and I don't know how long Duke and Manna will hang around without noticing I'm not at the register. Another time, you horny vagrant."
"Anytime you want, honeytits." Cliff smiled.
Karen went back to the cash register just as Duke and Manna's conversation finally broke up. In the moments after she was collecting herself, trying to fight down the increased surge of horniness, Cliff arrived and put the largest rucksack the General Store sold onto the counter. Karen smiled, "You don't have to buy this out of obligation."
"I need one anyway." Cliff said, then grinned, "Besides, you're a hell of a saleswoman."
Karen rang up Cliff and spied Duke and Manna splitting up to shop separately. Duke was busy inspecting something in the side storeroom where some overstock and clearance items were stocked. Karen saw Manna inspecting some bell peppers over in the produce.
Duke emerged from the side storeroom and approached Karen at the counter. "Karen, I don't see any iron-band barrels here."
Karen sighed, "Well, I don't think we stocked any at the start of the year.”
“Why?"
"Normally, I prefer to use a barrel as long as possible, it helps soak in that unique Aja flavor, but I discovered a number of barrels are going to be close to rotting in a few years and I can't afford to lose that much aged wine. I need new barrels and I have to fill them with some sweet wine so the flavor soaks into them. Otherwise, you'll have barrel-flavored wine."
"Whatever keeps the good stuff flowing, Duke." Karen said, tossing him a wink, "Come on, I think there might be some in the back storeroom. We'll go look."
Duke huffed and followed Karen. Before she vanished through the back door, Karen slung a look back at Cliff, who was suddenly very aware that she was leaving with Duke. Karen's sly green eyes snapped over to Manna. Cliff's eyebrows raised in surprise as he followed her gaze.
Karen only tossed a wink to Cliff and vanished into the back storeroom.
Cliff looked over his shoulder to where Manna was chatting away happily to herself, plucking veggies off the shelf. With a sneaky look in his eyes, Cliff went around the counter to the opposite side of shelves and squatted down, sneaking to the shelf where Manna was bent over, examining a squash.
Quietly, Cliff bent down and made his way under the table behind her. When his head poked out, he mentally thanked Karen for the idea. His face was directly beneath Manna's skirt, staring up at her white, cotton granny panties. Slowly, he lifted his hand towards her sweet spot.
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Karen led Duke into the dusty, old storeroom where they stuffed a tad bit of overstock and things that never really sold in the first place. It wasn't a very useful room outside of that, but Karen planned to make use of it. They walked in, turned on the single light, and glanced around for a moment.
"Well, looks like you don't have any." Duke commented.
"You really think I brought you in here to look for barrels?" Karen asked, brushing past his side. She could all but see the look of bewilderment on his face as she stood in front of him, legs spread in a wide stance as her hands clasped her hips. She tossed her head back, letting her mane of honey brunette hair whip around.
Duke's eyes narrowed and a fierce redness rose on his face. Karen could see he wasn't confused about her meaning. She tilted her ass out, letting her curves strain against the fabric of her shorts. The effect was immediate as Duke's eyes widened to see her bountiful bottom all but bare.
"What's wrong?" Karen asked, "I heard you were quite the ladies man when you were my age."
"Hrrm," Duke cleared his throat, "That was twenty years ago and before I was a married man. I admit I rub a few folks the wrong way, but I have SOME scruples, Karen."
Karen sighed and rolled her eyes. She didn't think she was going to have to nudge Duke into taking advantage of her. She laid a hand on a blue tarp next to her and yanked it off, revealing a barrel underneath.
"Well, look at that." Karen said, her voice dripping with false sincerity, "Looks like we found a barrel after all. What say you bend me over it?"
Duke swallowed, "My wife IS in the other room."
Karen flashed him her foxiest grin and bounced up onto the top of the barrel, spreading her legs wide, "Oh, I think Manna's got her hands full with Cliff at the moment. Now if you want this barrel, you're going to have to get me off of it yourself."
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"Ohgoddesssohgoddesslickmysweetsweetpussyyoudirtylittleboyyouhotfuckingstudramthat tongueinmypussyandfuckmewithyourtongueshit!
SHIT!ohfuckmewithyourtongueandsuckmyclit.Iwannafeelgood,IneedyouIneedthisIwantyouinsidemeuntilwecumtogetherandIfeelthathotcuminmypussy.
OHFUCK!thatsit,keeplickingme.Don'tstop,itfeelssogoodsohotIneverwantyoutostop,Cliff.Hurryhoney,I'msowetsohotAAAAGH!
IwantthathotfuckinginmyfuckingpussyyouramyourcockinmypussyandfuckmeuntilIfuckingbleedfuckfuckfuckIcan'twaittosuckonyourfuckingcock
youmotherfuckingsonofabitch,goddamnmanwhoreyoueatmyfuckingcuntuntilIcumonyourface.AAAH!"
Manna's endless torrent of vulgarity and sex talk were both turning Cliff on and bringing him close to laughing. It was no surprise to find out the town gossip queen had a filthy motormouth in bed. Cliff had been prepared to wave off touching her as a boyish prank when he had initially pinched her bottom and teased her labia. To his surprise, after her initial gasp, she allowed him to do it again, standing still as he played with her pussy.
At first, she'd said nothing except for an occasional whimper. He had teased her clothed pussy with his fingers until the cloth had gotten wet. Then he'd reached up and pulled them down and began sliding his finger into her clit. That's when she had gotten started with slow sentences, one at a time.
Cliff had grinned. Manna's bush looked like the untamed wilderness of Cambodia. She had never shaved, he assumed, and had a bush like a 70s porn star. But the pussy was still pink in the middle and the musty scent of her womanhood was too much for Cliff to resist. He sat up under her dress and buried his face into her snatch until he was certain he'd need a jungle guide to get back out.
His tongue found the soft, wet folds of her lovely flower and the tempo of her dirty talk had increased. She spoke so fast, it almost sounded like she was speaking another language. Anyone looking from the outside would have seen Manna leaning back against a shelf and half squatting down with an odd bulge in the front of her skirt.
She lowered herself down, squatting on top of Cliff face as his mouth suckled on her clit. His hands encircled her thighs, pulling her closer as her hands ran through his tangled crown of hair.
Suddenly, her bush was gone and daylight streamed down as Manna spun around, revealing Cliff's head. Manna breathed hard and heavy, looking down at the table he was under. "Is there room for one more under there?"
Cliff winked and squirmed flat on his back as Manna crawled under the table with him, hiked up her skirts, and crawled on top of him, shoving her bush back into his face as her hands ripped his zipper apart and pulled his cock out through the zipper, immediately stuffing it into her mouth as Cliff's tongue tore into her pussy once more.
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"Oh my Goddess, I've been waiting all week for this!" Karen cried, her legs splayed up into the air as she sat on the barrel. Bent over at the waist, Duke's face was lodged down into her well shaved pussy. She had trimmed herself down until just a small scratch of hair was left at the top in a small triangle. She loved the feeling of a totally shaved pussy, but didn't care that it made her feel ten years old. She liked feeling like a woman and nothing accomplished this better than her tits and her bush, in her mind.
Karen grunted as her clit was savagely sucked, her twat tangling with his tongue. Duke wasn't an oral pro, but as horny as she was, this was sweet bliss compared to her own finger. "Come on, Duke. Lick that pussy! I bet your wife is getting off right now. I bet Cliff's already made her cum two or three times by now."
Duke's pride, ever fragile, drove him to maddening lengths. He split her legs open with his hands and ate her hard, his entire mouth covering her pussy, eagerly sucking it's sweet honey. Karen's head rolled back as his tongue swirled into her cunthole. Now THIS was what she called a smoke break.
“Can’t take this anymore.” Duke snarled. He stood up and fumbled with his pants. Karen gasped as he pulled out a fat cock, fatter than any of the other boys she had seen. “Oooh, no wonder they call you Duke.”
“I’ve been fantasizing about your face on my wife’s body for years now.” Duke growled, shoving her legs apart and placing himself between them, “Time for the real thing.”
“Quit talking and fuck me!” Karen cried, as Duke’s large frame split her legs wide apart and his thick member pressed into her cunt and thrust it’s way inside her. “Ah! Nice.”
Duke’s face easily showed his moment of sweet ecstasy. Without hesitation, he fucked Karen’s lonely pussy as she sat, spread eagle, on top of the barrel, rocking back and forth with her hands clasping his shirt and pulling him forward. His width easily stretched her just as much as Jack’s monster dick, but Duke’s fat cock got wider the farther down it went. Karen’s head tossed back with a sharp inhale. It was like trying to shove a squash into her, the thickening base shoving her farther apart.
“You’re every bit as tight and sweet as I thought you’d be.” Duke moaned. His broad shoulders and thick frame bore down on Karen, who was much, much smaller than him. Her legs split completely to accommodate him. Her pussy was eager for any action at all and she eagerly responded to Duke’s erection in her hot love canal. He smelled of wine, Old Spice, and Ben-gay, a grandpa smell she associated with Ellen’s house, but although he was older he still had a touch of his youthful dashing and Karen had to admit he fucked like a champ. She reached down and pulled her t-shirt up, exposing her bra. Duke saw this and reached down, yanking her bra up and letting her D-cups swing free.
“That’s what I like to see.” Duke snatched a handful of her breasts, grappling with them eagerly as Karen cried over and over softly underneath him. “They’re just as nice as I thought they were. When I cum, I’m gonna paint your tits white.”
“Tell me!” Karen cried as he pumped her pussy harder, “Do me! Pump my slutty hot pussy.”
“You really are a slut.” Duke growled, ramming his hard cock up into Karen, “I always suspected it, but I never knew you were this brazen a whore.”
“Yes, I am! I’m a horny little whore.” She gasped, “Make me your little fucktoy, Duke. Take me home and fuck me with your wife. I’ll suck your cock and then I’ll eat her pussy! Anything to get this big fat dick back inside me!’
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Manna’s face bobbed up and down on Cliff’s manhood as his own tongue braved the wilds of her unruly bush. Their 69 under the tables was quiet and cramped, but they were both limber enough to fit under it and Cliff had his face in-between her shapely legs. The older woman had surprised him: she had an appetite for cock that rivaled Karen.
She popped her head up, “Cliff, you really know how to lick a lady.”
“Pleasures all mine.” He said, “You’re no amateur yourself.”
“I had to learn to suck Duke when I married him. He’s pretty demanding and he hits hard.”
“Should I be worried?”
“Only if you don’t fuck me good.” Manna giggled. She wiggled her way down his body until she was in a reverse cowgirl position and then reached back and placed Cliff’s cock at the entrance to her matted jungle. With a push backwards, she had Cliff firmly inside of her wet cunny. Cliff’s hands took firm hold of her smooth ass cheeks as Manna’s hind end began to hump down on him.
“Oh baby, baby, that’s a mighty fine piece of pussy.” Cliff said.
“Keep going. I’m all yours, handsome. Been too long since I had a nice young thing like you inside my pussy.”
Cliff let Manna do the work, since he didn’t have room to move under the table--at least, not like he wanted to. For an older lady, Manna had a finely shaped ass and Cliff’s hands were enjoying their handfuls. He squeezed them open and closed as she fucked him, watching her rosy red hole vanish and appear as every thrust down onto his manhood made her cheeks split apart. The pelt of bear fur surrounding her cooch would come down and kiss the base of his cock. The edge of her sweet pink pussy could barely be seen as his thickness would thrust inside her.
Manna’s head hung loose and low, her only words now confined to animalistic moans and grunts. Cliff wasn’t a man fully grown yet, but the sweet boy made her insides hotter than anything she had ever felt. Every thrust split her legs further apart, letting Cliff fuck her hot depths without resistance.
“Don’t stop, Cliff. Make me feel it hard!”
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“Fuck my Goddamn whore pussy, Duke! Make me your slut! Fuck me fuck me fuckmefuckme!”
Duke rocked Karen back and forth on top of the barrel. “Hot..just..guh.” Duke’s strength was waning, his climax near and he couldn’t form words as he was lost in the pleasure of taking Karen as hard and fast as he could. She gasped sharply under him, her D-cups lifting with every thrust, the sound of their wet flesh slapping together her.
Karen saw the look on Duke’s face, the clenched eyes and teeth, the way his cock frantically fucked her suddenly, and gasped, “Don’t cum in me! I want to taste it, I want to feel it.”
“UUUH!” Duke yanked himself out and took a step back. Karen leaned forward on the barrel, seeing his dick glistening with her wet pussy juices. He had already started cumming when he yanked it out. Her mouth open, her tongue wagging out, she aimed Duke at her eagerly awaiting mouth as the cum blasted out onto her. They splashed onto her face and into her mouth, where she swallowed his cum eagerly.
It seemed Duke hadn’t cum in quite some time, as his cock splashed what felt like a gallon of cum into her mouth. The thick strands ran down her face and neck and onto her tits, where her hands rubbed it into her flawless skin. Her hair and face were drenched in white, globs clung to her cheeks and dripped off her chin. She smiled as she licked the cum off her lips.
“Aah, that’s the shit.” Karen cooed as Duke pulled himself out. For a moment, Duke admired his work: Karen, satisfied by him, sweaty, half-naked with her wet pussy open and leaking his cum. Karen sighed and placed her hand into her snatch, rubbing the cum around her clit before bringing her cum stained fingers back to her mouth and sucking them dry.
“That’s gross.” Duke grunted, zipping his pants back up.
“Not when you’re a slutty girl like me.” Karen answered, looking down at herself, “Dammit, Duke, you made too much of a mess. Next time cum in my mouth so I can swallow it. Easier to clean up.”
Duke grunted, “Well, since you’re so eager to clean up, why don’t you start here?” He waggled his half-erect member, which dripped lines of white cum onto the floor.
Karen, half-soaked in cum, smiled and said, “Don’t mind if I do.” and eagerly sucked down Duke’s manhood.
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Back in the store, Manna and Cliff had flipped around. It had taken some moving around, but Cliff was on top of Manna missionary style and the older woman had proven she hadn’t lost her nimbleness by lifting her legs up so hard that she practically had them behind her head.
“You like it like this, don’t you?” Cliff gasped.
“I like you on top better. Duke crushes me and he never lets me be on top.”
“Goddess, you’re pussy is so hot. It feels like its burning!”
Manna giggled, “You aren’t the only man to tell me that. Now do you want to keep talking, or do you want to fuck up my pussy?”
Cliff obliged and fuck her up he did. They tried to keep their noise down to a minimum, but Manna’s voice carried and her unstoppable filthy language drove Cliff into a fucking frenzy, which only made Manna’s voice rise. Cliff’s kissed and sucked on the flesh at Manna’s neck--a weak spot that Manna couldn’t help but send her crashing towards orgasm.
The two were so into their coupling they almost didn’t hear the door open. But the little bell went ‘DINGDING’ and the two of them suddenly stopped in mid-coitus. Cliff paused with his cock buried deep in her pussy, the warm, wet walls twitching eagerly, the natural suction pulling down on his manhood. And Manna was so close to the brink that her hips were moving on their own power, trying to get Cliff to finish her off.
“Karen? Karen?” Both Manna and Cliff lifted their eyes in surprise. They easily recognized the demure voice of Jeff, Karen’s father and the owner of the General Store. His footfalls on the wooden floor came closer and closer until the two of them could see Jeff moving around the back of the tables and next to the register--barely ten feet from them and without the benefit of drapes to hide them.
Jeff clucked his tongue, “That girl didn’t even lock the register. Either she’s in the bathroom or taking a nap in the store room.”
Jeff’s footsteps carried him away from the two lovers under the shelves. Cliff gulped, trying to think how he could bust his nut and get out without them seeing him and Manna underneath. However, Manna had other ideas. Cliff had held his erection inside her so long without moving that every twitch and movement felt like thunder from her cunt. Its wet depths were aching for release and she was so close…so close…
Her hips squirmed against him, craving his hardness, aching for the warmth, to feel the sweet gush her husband normally gave to her. Cliff shook his head, not wanting her orgasm to be heard be Jeff, but to no avail. Manna’s eyes went blank, her mouth hung open and her tongue searching for a partner.
Cliff leaned down and buried his tongue in her mouth, muffled her excited cry and his last thrust brought on her orgasm. Her twitching pink pussy spasmed as she came. A small gush of her love fluid splashed against his skin. Her body trembled, her cries of ecstasy muffled by Cliff’s mouth as he squeezed her together. The sweet wetness lubricated her even further and Cliff fucked Manna hard, deep, and as quietly as he could. Manna’s arms clawed into his jacket, pulling him closer, her climax making her entire body tense as rigid as a board.
“MMFPH!” Cliff grunted and came inside Manna. Manna’s eyes closed, feeling his sweet seed warming her from the inside. Cliff’s cock shot an abundance of his warmth into her until it began to seep out and trail down the crack of her ass. When Cliff pulled out, a final spurt landed a glob of his cum on her thick bush as the rest of it leaked out slowly. The two barely had a chance to enjoy the afterglow, as they began quietly fumbling to yank their clothes back on.
Jeff, meanwhile, approached the entrance to the storeroom, but before he could open it, Karen and Duke came tumbling out into the hallway, rolling a wooden barrel before them. The two of them paused, surprised by Jeff’s sudden appearance. Their hair was unkempt, their faces sweaty and flushed. Jeff’s brow furrowed as he saw them, “What happened to you two?”
“It’s hot in there.” Karen griped, jerking a thumb back towards the storeroom. “No a/c, no windows. Nothing but dust and cobwebs…and Duke’s new barrel.”
Duke grunted, clearing his throat, but said nothing more than a nod and simple, “Jeff.” he handed the money for the barrel to Karen and began rolling it towards the door. “Let’s go, Manna.”
Jeff’s head whipped around as he saw Manna suddenly standing next to the fruit shelves, looking similarly flushed and disheveled. Cliff was walking out the door. Jeff blinked twice, hard. When had they come into the store? They hadn’t been there a moment ago. He turned back to Karen, who only gave him an innocent look, then embarrassingly spun to the side and zipped up her shorts.
Outside, Duke and Manna walked side-by-side back to their house, silent for many minutes before Duke finally said, “So, how was your young stud?”
“Youth has its advantages and its disadvantages. He was good, but he lacked your…”imagination”. I could see on his face he wasn’t keen on my choice of personal grooming, but what young man turns down a willing coochie over something as silly as being unshaved? What about you, dear? How was your hot young thing?”
Duke scoffed, “As I suspected: all big tits and hormones. She has a hunger for as much cock as she can shove into herself, but she hasn’t learned how good an experienced and skilled session of love-making can leave you well and truly satisfied. She fucks with vigor, but lacks true passion. She does have your appetite for cum, though she seemed to revel in the feel of it more than the taste. She wanted more of it on her than in her. Did you swallow the boy like you wanted?”
Manna sighed and rolled her eyes aside, “No, Jeff came back at the last minute. Cliff gave me a decent orgasm, but it turned him on so bad that he blew his load inside me before I could pull him out and take it. There wasn’t much room under the shelves anyway, I’m not sure I would have made it in time, then I’d have had a load of cum splattered on my face and dress, which is an absolute waste, in my opinion.”
“Hmmm,” Duke grinned.
Manna smiled and elbowed him, “What? What’s so funny?”
“That’s what Karen looked like when I was finished. It was all over her face, in her hair, dripping off her tits. You’d have eaten the poor girl trying to lick it off her.”
Manna closed her eyes and moaned happily, “Mmmm, I think I’d like that. As much as I love your cum shooting straight into my mouth right out of your cock, I would relish the chance lick it off that girl. So what do we think? Will she do it?”
“I have no doubt.” Duke replied, “She’s looser than a starving man’s belt and she didn’t care in the slightest that you were in the other room. In fact, she initiated the entire ordeal. I didn’t have to convince her of anything, she did it on her own. I’d say we’ve found our girl. What about Cliff?”
“Cliff would be willing, but I heard a rumor that he swings both ways. I suspect in a group session, he might be likely to forget himself and then you would have him going down on you. Does the thought trouble you, dear?”
“It does.” Duke grunted, “Not enough wine in the world for me to consider that. So we are in agreement, dear wife? Karen? Then who, pray tell, will be the young man to attend to your needs?”
Manna thought for a moment as they reached their house. She paused before the front door and spun around, “I didn’t want to suggest him because the whisper around town is that he has a cock the size of a kid’s arm…but what about the new farmer, Jack? It’s his lemons that have everyone in a frisky tizzy and the reason we’re considering this to begin with. Would you find a young man with a huge cock threatening? Or is it fine with you?”
Duke paused, leaning against his new barrel for a moment while glancing out at Jack’s farm in the distance. Finally, he said, “Test him first. Invite the boy over for brunch, dear. Give him your ‘special tea’. “
Manna smiled and gave her husband a kiss. On her lips, he tasted the remnants of Cliff’s manhood when Manna has gobbled his cock; on his lips, she could taste Karen’s sweet nectar. “I do love our marriage, don’t you?”
“A blessing, for sure.” Duke added.
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As the sun began it’s descent near the end of the day, Karen finally had the chance to close down the General Store and flip the sign on the door to “CLOSED’. Just as she locked the door, a hand fell on her shoulder. Karen spun around and saw her somewhat boyfriend behind her.
“Rick? What’re you doing here?” She asked.
“Er, I came to see you. I haven’t seen you since…well…” He blushed fiercely.
Karen giggled, “Since the Hot Springs. How have you been?”
Rick scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, “A little preoccupied with taking care of mom, managing my sister, running the farm. But I had to come to town and grab some stuff anyway, so I figured I’d see you too.”
“Well, come on in and get what you need, it’s almost time to close the store.” Karen reopened the door, but left the ‘CLOSED’ sign in place. She and Rick walked inside and he grabbed a couple of things from the counter and brought them to the register.
“What about you?” he asked, “How have you been?”
“Awful.” Karen sighed, ringing up his purchase, “I’ve been bored and horny all day. I broke up the boredom with a couple of trysts in the middle of the day, but it’s only gotten worse since then because I didn’t get a chance to cum earlier.” When she looked up, she could tell from the surprised look on his face that Rick hadn’t expected her to pick her daytime fucking as a topic of conversation.
“So…you’ve been taking advantage of that pact we all made.” He said, “So who was the lucky guy?”
“Hey, no jealousy, remember?” She scolded with a wag of her finger, “I wouldn’t be holding anything against you if you were letting Mary or Ann suck your dick. That’s why we made the pact, so we can do this freely and without jealousy.”
“Sorry,” Rick apologized.
“Don’t say you’re sorry!” Karen scoffed, “There’s nothing to be sorry for.”
“I just can’t get used to the idea!” Rick said, tossing his hands in the air, “I can do whatever I want while my girlfriend eats every dick in town and even when I come here to say hi, you still give me shit! I’m just so…so…”
“You look frustrated and pent up.” Karen said with a sigh, “And you need to relax and work it out of your system. You know, you fuck pretty good when you’re angry. Why don’t you use that? Relieve some tension.”
Rick considered her words for a moment and then without warning his hands shot out and he shoved Karen up against the wall face first. Karen gasped, feeling Rick’s hands grab her shorts roughly and ripping a hole in them right at her as crack. Before she could get a word in, he had shoved himself up against her, fumbling with his fly and pulling his dick through the zipper hole.
“You want angry, bitch? I’ll show you fucking angry! I’ll fuck that little sluthole of yours until you beg for it!”
“Rick! Oh my GOODDESSAAAAAH!” She shrieked as Rick shoved his cock in-between her ass cheeks and into her rectum. Rick’s manhood was fully erect by the time he had pushed it all the way up her ass, a sign that he no doubt hadn’t gotten any tail since the Hot Springs Orgy. His teeth found purchase on her neck, where he savagely bit into her tender flesh. Karen, shocked beyond words, could only gasp in horror, pain, and pleasure as Rick began fucking her asshole through her shorts.
The hole was wide enough for his member to pass through and into her, although her asshole hadn’t received any attention since that day. She easily began to relish the sweet, painful tightness and the unbridled rush of sexual thrill that came once her ass grew used to Rick’s girth inside her.
“No sloppy seconds for me, you cock-sucking cunt! Are you ever gonna let me fuck your pussy first?” Rick growled in her ear as he thrust harshly into her ass. “Go on! Take it up your tight ass! You like that, don’t you, whore?”
“R-i-i-ick!” Karen couldn’t speak with the relentless hardcore ass fucking from Rick. His thrusts were so hard, she lifted up into the air with only her toes barely touching the ground. He ground her chest into the wood grain wall hard, smashing her tits until they threatened to bust out of her bra.
“Ugh, you fucker, fuck my ass. Ram that cock up me, you pussy!” She growled.
Rick twisted her head around and tongued her mouth viciously, then shoved her head back into the wall, “Whose a good fucking slut? Who wants that cock in her ass?”
“I do!” Karen growled, “Fuck my butt, you motherfucker! You can’t give it to me hard enough! AAH!” Rick slammed his cock into her hard, lifting her right off the ground. Karen gasped and the only sound from her throat was a gurgling sound as she felt him lifting her up with the sheer force of his steely erection.
When he lowered her down, Rick backed up and popped himself out of Karen’s reamed butt hole. Before she had a chance to move, Rick slung her around, bent her over until she was on her hands and knees with her ass pointing towards him. Rick grabbed the hole in her shorts and tore it wide open, exposing her sweet, wet pussy out into the open.
Rick took his head and pressed it into Karen’s aching pussy and shoved himself inside her. Karen grunted and took it hard, anxious to take Rick after suffering a day long orgasm drought. Duke and Cliff had been a nice distraction, but Cliff had only made her hornier and Duke was the only one who had gotten off. Rick’s sudden rampant fucking was welcome in her mind.
Rick grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her back as he slammed her from behind. The thick thud of their bodies was accentuated by their sharp, raspy breathing. Rick’s menacing scowl--which was hilarious to see, as he was the least intimidating person in town aside from Jeff--was mirrored on Karen’s face as words left both of them. Karen could feel nothing save Rick’s hardness thrusting inside her, feeding the aching burn that had been threatening to undo her all day.
There was no sense of engaging her boyfriend, no intense feelings of eroticism, no foreplay to warm them up. Karen had touched something dark in Rick’s soul and what came forth was a beast intent on fucking her--hard, fast, and wherever he could stick it.
Karen’s mind swirled, lost in a sea of shameless rutting. She had never been fucked this hard, not even by herself at her horniest. She couldn’t form thoughts or words, she could barely comprehend when Rick pulled her backwards and began thrusting up into her from below as she reverse-cowgirl straddled him. His one arm circled her waist and held her as his cock rammed up her slippery pussyhole. Her cunt became drenched, lubing up Rick’s efforts.
Rick slid his hand down and his fingers brushed over her clit hard, adding more fuel to her lustful fires. Normally, she liked to play with herself: pull out her tits, suck or pull on her nipples, finger herself,…but Rick’s dark side had touched an equally dark side of her. Karen had no control of herself, not now, in the midst of the hardest pussy fucking she had ever received at the hands of man or toy. Her head hung loose, her legs barely held herself up, her mouth slack and her eyes unfocused in a zombie-like state. She had turned into a rutting zombie slut and the only thing she could even contemplate in her mind was ‘MORE!”
And more she got. Rick, in spite of having lost his virginity only days before, was finding he had a gift for endurance, but as his mind and heart was filled with a dark anger instead of passionate lust, his cock, more of less, lost its ability to feel and he stayed hard inside her.
His girlfriend’s pussy was his claim, his right, his stake and he meant to make it something only he could satisfy fully. The only way to do that without growing to Jack’s size or sewing a horse cock over his regular cock, was to fuck Karen harder, faster, and deeper than she had ever or would ever receive it.
Rick fucked Karen.
And fucked her.
And fucked her some more without ever losing pace.
He flipped her around and fucked her missionary, with her legs splayed in the air. He fucked her up against the wall, holding her weight up with his arms. He fucked her bent over one of the tables, slapping her ass once in a while. He fucked her from behind while spooning her, finally getting her tits out into the open when he tore her shirt open and ripped her bra off.
He had her on the floor, in missionary, fucking her pussy as hard then as he had when he’d started, when Karen’s cries of pleasure suddenly spiked in volume and she screamed aloud “AAAAAAUUUUH!”
Karen came hard, harder than she had ever cum before, and when she came hard, she squirted. Her hips thrust into the air and a quick gush of hot girlcum squirted into the air, splashing against Rick’s face and chest. As her sweet nectar dripped off him, Rick’s tight, grimacing face told Karen he was ready to explode.
“In my mouth, Rick!” She begged, “I want it in my mouth.”
“You wanna drink my cum, you cocksucking bitch? You want my fucking cock, slut?”
“Yes! Yes! I want your hot cum, Rick! Please! Cum in my slutty mouth!”
“You want my cum, you take it, you filthy slut!” Rick popped out and shoved his cock into Karen’s mouth, her love juices rubbing off against her lips and down her chin.
“UUUNH!” As Rick grunting, he shot his white love deep into Karen’s throat. Karen didn’t swallow, but let the thick cum fill her mouth until Rick pulled back and shot wad after ad into her open mouth. It filled up like a cup and spilled out over her cheeks in white streams. Some of his shots jumped and splashed over her face.
“Mmm.” Karen cooed, closing her mouth and swallowing every drop in her mouth. Then her hands came up and wiped the cum off her face so she could lick it from her fingers. That made Rick the third guy today whose cum she had eaten today, but she wanted more. Now that she’d had a chance to truly indulge in the practice, she found herself thirsty for more--as much as she could swallow. Which was not to say Rick couldn’t do it by himself, he had shot a considerable amount into her, but Karen felt like this was a thirst that would never be satisfied fully.
However, as she and Rick collapsed backwards next to each other, she wound up snuggling into his chest. The two of them looked hellish: hair disheveled, soaked in sweat, cloths ripped apart, their skin flushed red, eyes empty and staring into nothingness.
For the longest time, they lay there, basking in the afterglow, soaking in every sense and sound and emotion until Karen finally said, “Fuckin’…awesome. Good boy.” She patted him on the cheek.
Rick and Karen faced one another and came together in a deep, passionate kiss. For the longest time, they lay there in each others arms, caressing one another. For Karen, the bliss after such a session of lovemaking was sublime.
“Why did I ever doubt that you would be good in bed?” Karen asked, “I assumed you would be a limp-dicked, squirt-and-sleep asshole. To my surprise, you’ve got the love-making skills of a demi-god. Good Lord, what time is it?” Karen sat up and saw the stars outside. “It’s after dark! We’ve been fucking for hours!”
“Well…I suppose I’ve been a little pent up lately. Plus, some things have been on my mind.” Rick sighed, sitting up and stuffing his manhood back into his pants, “Er…sorry about your clothes.”
Karen waved it off, “I have more. I have to admit that was easily the best sex I’ve ever had…although most of it’s been with myself until last week, so it’s hard to compare. So far its just been you and Jack.”
“That’s a bit of what has been bugging me.” Rick sighed, “I was insanely jealous when you jumped Jack before me. I never knew I could get so angry until I saw you with him.”
“I thought we were in on this pact together.” Karen commented.
“We are, but I still love you, Karen.” Rick pressed his glasses back up his nose. Karen smiled and cupped his face in her hand.
“You’re a real sweetheart to me, Rick. I’m sorry I was wrong to think you weren’t man enough to be my first time. I should have given you the chance to be my man.”
Rick shrugged, “Well, I didn’t known how to approach you about our relationship. Maybe its for the best. I wasn’t so…Uh…”
“Assertive?”
“Yeah. Sure. I didn’t know I wanted to rough you up so bad until you turned me down for Jack.”
Karen gave Rick a peck on the cheek. “Well, after you roughed me up like a little bitch and had your way with me, I think its easy to say I wouldn’t be as satisfied by any other man. Who else would have the energy to bring me to orgasm like that? You little stud muffin.” She pinched his cheek and kissed him again. “Now, since I’m practically naked, I’m gonna go upstairs and change and I think you need to go home, don’t you?”
“Mom will have dinner cooked by now.” He said, looking embarrassed at his tardiness, “And Popuri will be wondering where I am. This was fun, Karen. We need to do this more often. How about Friday?”
Karen smooched him one last time. “It’s a date. I’ll bring the wine.”
“I’ll be here. Oh, and I hope you don’t think I meant all that nasty stuff I said in the beginning. I was just…venting, I guess. I don’t really think you’re all those things I said.”
“Aw, that’s cute, but when I’m horny I don’t mind if you call me slutty names. It makes it more interesting. Call me all the nasty shit you want to, okay, sweetie? “ She led Rick to the door and let him out. Her parents would be home soon, now that it was dark. “Oh, and make sure you visit some of the other girls, too, okay? Don’t feel like you’re confined to just me. Show a couple of those other skinny bitches how a real man fucks a lady.”
“Alright, if you insist.” Rick said. The two of them shared one last good night kiss and locked the door behind her.
That was the end of Karen’s day. Now that she’d found a way to beat back the boredom, she suspected she was going to get a few more visitors during the daytime. On the surface of it all, she knew what she was: a total and absolute shameless slut.
And she loved every minute of it.
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