" Karen said, between gasps for breath.As the last of Chris' cum dribbled into her depths, he pulled out of Karen. He then crawled around to her side,...kneeled beside her head, and told her. "Lick me clean, Bitch." I've never done that." She told him."Then it's time you started. Lick it, you fucking bitch!"Tentatively, Karen's tongue reached out and touched the softening cock. The taste of their combined juices was new to her, but she somehow found it strangely pleasant. It didn't take long. My agitation was so great, I sent Greta away, not wanting her to witness how depraved my father made me. She pouted, but I was firm with my bedmaid.I couldn’t resist that hot hole between my snatch. I shoved my hands between my thighs, rubbing at my heated flesh. I stroked through my strawberry bush, caressing my labia. I slid my fingers up and down my slit, squirming, delight tingling through me.My eyes squeezed shut. My father’s hated face floated before me. His words that he made my mother. Maybe that?s where it started for me. It is a little eerie not being able to locate her relative position, just that sound seemingly from the center of my head. "Almost...", as the floor on which I'm standing starts to split apart, widening my stance.With my mouth at a fixed height, I have two choices, begin to rise up onto the balls of my feet, or, take the little available slack in my body and lift my chin. I explore both options, as my stance continues to expand, first rising up on my. She promised, but I could tell she wanted to tell about it. I reached down to feel her butt while she pulled my face into her breast. I began sucking on her small nipples, and feeling her wonderful little ass. I was as hard as a rock. She felt me and told me she wanted me inside her. I slid in and we were both groaning with pleasure. We gently made love and I did not last long in her tight opening. As I was starting to cum, she went over also, moaning and shaking. She held me close and kept me.