Karen Christy

Karen Christy

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


Karen Christy. born in Abilene, Texas and Texan all the way, was Playboy magazine's Playmate of the Month for the December 1971 issue. She started her career working at the Playboy Club in Chicago. Soon after she was selected to be a Playmate. Karen was one of the most notorious of Hugh Hefner's Playmate-lovers. She became the de facto "first lady" of the Chicago Playboy Mansion at nearly the same time that Hefner was also in a serious relationship with Barbi Benton, who was ensconced in Los Angeles at the Playboy Mansion West.


Karen Christy. born in Abilene, Texas and Texan all the way, was Playboy magazine's Playmate of the Month for the December 1971 issue. She started her career working at the Playboy Club in Chicago. Soon after she was selected to be a Playmate.

Karen was one of the most notorious of Hugh Hefner's Playmate-lovers. She became the de facto "first lady" of the Chicago Playboy Mansion at nearly the same time that Hefner was also in a serious relationship with Barbi Benton, who was ensconced in Los Angeles at the Playboy Mansion West.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Karen Christy

Author Chapter Note

Karen Christy. born in Abilene, Texas and Texan all the way, was Playboy magazine's Playmate of the Month for the December 1971 issue. She started her career working at the Playboy Club in Chicago. Soon after she was selected to be a Playmate. Karen was one of the most notorious of Hugh Hefner's Playmate-lovers. She became the de facto "first lady" of the Chicago Playboy Mansion at nearly the same time that Hefner was also in a serious relationship with Barbi Benton, who was ensconced in Los Angeles at the Playboy Mansion West.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: June 01, 2013

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: June 01, 2013



Thirty-five years is a long time but some memories stick with you forever, stay as fresh as the day they happened. Lately, I've been dreaming and remembering. Her blonde hair, her sexy curves, that haunting smile, the way she touched...Jesus, I was just a kid; so was she really....



Chicago in 1971 was a town for swingers; the hippie movement was over but free love seemed to be a real thing still. The riots of 1968 were a memory but the crazy trial of the conspirators still kept the movement alive. Jazz and blues reigned; the Playboy Mansion had drifted to the West coast but the building in Chicago was still a center for plenty of parties.


My brother moved to the city to go to school; he was studying journalism and, being the kind of guy he is, he managed to get himself an internship at Playboy Magazine. Man, the stories he would tell.


I, on the other hand, had been molded into a quiet, shy novitiate of my parents conservative order. In school, I was obsessively studious and typically joined a predictable selection of "goody-goody" extra-curricular groups. I had even taken to coming directly home every night and never dating. It was just easier that way – I didn't have to confront either my parents' disapproval or my debilitating shyness around girls.


My brother was great though;he always encouraged me to show some independence, to “let it all hang out.” He told me that his apartment in the city was always available to me.  I got there a few times after I started high school; there were always incredible beauties from the magazine hanging around. Every visit left a deeper impression on me and would affect my sleep when I got home.


Now that I was 18, I was determined to make the most of my brother's haven. He was a pain in the ass some of the time, but when I went to stay for the weekend, he generally left me alone – he knew what I was faced with at home. I even had a bedroom of my own there, except when one of his friends needed to "sleep it off." I would just sit quietly and watch the parties through my half opened door.  I was too shy to mingle.During the day though, I would wander the streets of Chicago digging the electricity of the city.


It’s the week I had off from school I’m thinking about now. I planned to spend part of it with Barry and I was excited even though I also brought a good pile of books since I had delusions of doing some school work. Standing at his door I tried to hunt up the keys he had given me but they were lost among my books and things, I gave up on the keys. I was just going to have to hope that Barry hadn't gone to bed yet. Closing up my bag and adjusting my glasses, I knocked on the door.


I raised my arm to knock again. Suddenly, the door flew open, held by an official-looking woman wearing a brown leather jacket and mirrored aviator glasses – I guess it was those accoutrements that gave her an official bearing. Otherwise, she was "quite the babe." She had long, wavy, blonde hair; a close-fitting, white, sleeveless T-shirt; and snug, low-riser jeans. Her tight-fitting clothes made obvious that she had a toned, ample body and impressively erect nipples on perky, melon-sized breasts.


"Identify yourself!" she commanded.


"Pardon me?" I asked, bewildered at her presence.


"What is your business here, sir?" she interrogated me.


"I... I... I live here." I stammered. "Well, I don't actually live..."


"Sir, step inside and show me some ID."


I took a faltering step in behind the closing door and fumbled for my wallet. "Is Barry all right?" I handed her my student card.


"Why would you ask that, sir?" she asked with suspicion in her voice. "I haven't said anything about Mr. Parker's status." She had a strange accent,

Southern? Texan? Those mirrored glasses were so intimidating.



"No, it's just that..."


"Sir, this picture doesn't resemble you."


"Well, the day that they..."


"Sir, I'm going to ask you to turn around and lean against the door."


"But... but... now listen here, I don't even know..."


"Sir!" she became insistent. "I'm not going to ask you again!"


"Yes, ma'am," I replied obediently and nervously assumed the position. "Could you..."


"Sir, I don't need you to talk right now." Her hands landed on my shoulders. "You'll be answering plenty of questions soon enough." Her hands traveled down my back, and then, as they returned up my sides, they suddenly gripped a ticklish zone.


"Aaah!" I exclaimed and jerked reflexively.


"Sir, you're moving." She grabbed my elbows and slapped my hands back onto the door. I thought that I heard a muffled noise in the background. She continued patting me down. Reaching my backside, she grabbed onto my butt cheeks and gave them a little jiggle. Something wasn't right about that technique. I heard that same noise in the distance.


Next, she reached around to my front and deliberately grabbed my crotch. I jumped. "Sir, what have you got concealed here!!" Her hand grasped firmly on my penis through my pants and then moved down to juggle my balls. I felt her fingers reach up and grip my zipper.


"Give the poor kid a break!" That definitely came from the living room and was my brother's voice... with a laugh. "You are too much, Karen!"




Karen backed away and removed her glasses.


Karen? !!


"You ruined it. I had him going." She poked me in the ribs as I turned around. "I had you sooo going!" Then she leaned in to me, gave me a big kiss on the cheek and danced a little victory dance into the living room, clapping her hands over her head. What the hell was going on?


I followed the unfamiliar woman into the living room. Karen danced over to the couch and flopped onto my brother, who was hunched over with laughter. When the giggles settled down, Karen jumped up and pulled on my arm. "Come on, sexy. Sit down with us. I'll finish your strip search later." Her Texas twang was a siren call and I floated across the room, my momentum landing me on the couch almost on top of her.


My brother turned to me. "Little brother, this is Karen Christy, she’s going to be Miss December."


He turned to Karen and winked. “Even though I work for Playboy, my little brother is too uptight to take a peek inside the magazine. He’s afraid Mom would have a heart attack if she found out.”


Karen, whose face had been so animated and giddy a second ago gave Barry a sour look but then gave me an angelic sympathetic smile; I gulped fearing she would hear the sound of my heart melting.


Barry kept blabbing. “You and Karen should get along fine. You’re hiding out from the old folks and Karen’s hiding out from the publisher. Could be your lucky night--  she comes here to get wild.”


"Karen?" I had to ask, "Did you really pose for that sinful magazine?"


Karen leaned into me. I felt her breasts squish into my arm. "Does it matter?"


"Uh, I guess not."


Her face was now really close to mine. It was really uncomfortable. She wiggled her nose. "Don't you think I look pretty enough for Playboy?" she asked me in a mockingly childish voice.


"Um... yeah..." I squirmed and tried to lean away from her.


“Barry says you never looked at Playboy.  Maybe later I can…”


"Come on, Karen.," my brother announced, "I've got something to show you in my room."


"Like what?" Karen queried him.


"Like my pet snake."


Karen turned quickly to me. "Does he really have a pet snake?" She had a wry smile on her face.


I don't remember Barry having a pet snake, so I shrugged my shoulders. "Beats me."


She looked back at my brother. "Do I get to hold the snake?"


"You bet," he replied. At which, they both jumped up and ran out of the room.


Barry doesn't have a snake! What was that all about? Barry's place had suddenly gotten really weird.


When I arrived at the house, I had just wanted to go to bed, but now, I wasn't tired. I decided to get relaxed and watch some TV. I went to my room to change.


When I passed my brother's room, I thought that I heard the noise of struggling, and so I sneaked closer to his door to make sure everything was all right. Unfortunately, the door was closed, so my surveillance capabilities were limited, but I pressed my ear to the door to check what I could hear.


"Karen, come on," my brother complained, "All you have to do is pet him. He won't bite." Hmm, maybe he did have a snake after all.


"You perv!" Karen challenged him. I heard the heavy compression of bed springs. "I should make you beg. Come here. Let me see how eager he is... Well, he seems kind of sleepy to me. He's not ready to play yet."


"You little tease! Move over!!"


"Barry!! Get off! You... you... mmm..."


"Oh Karen..."


I guess everything was okay. They seemed to be wrestling or something, and when I thought about them jostling on the bed, I remembered Karen's breasts pressing on my arm and I started getting a hard-on. I felt very ashamed. My mother had warned me that it was a sinful thing to allow to happen. I slinked back from the door and retired to my room. In the distance, I heard the pair yelling, "Oh! Oh! Oh!..." Maybe the snake had gotten loose.


In my room, I closed my door to muffle the noise. I changed out of my street clothes and stared curiously down at my hard, ill-disciplined penis. A cold shower would sort him out, but I was chilled from my walk home, and so I decided to just ignore its bad behavior. Well, I certainly was not going to get to sleep now, so I put on my striped, cotton pyjamas, swirled on my thick, terry-cloth robe and left my room.


I tiptoed down the hallway to check if those two had reconvened in the living room. Karen had made me nervous with her forced intimacy, and I would prefer not to be terrorized any further by her tonight. I didn't hear them in Barry's room and didn't see them in the living room, and so guessed that they were resting now. I shut off most of the lights, turned on the TV remote and flopped onto the couch.


I drifted through the channels aimlessly, finally settling on a science show that was explaining the relevance of soap bubble structural mechanics to the future deployment of settlements in space. Great! I thought there was going to be nothing on.


Suddenly, a light pair of feet scurried down the hall and scampered into the living room, preceded by a female shriek. "No-oh-oh-oh aiyyyeee!!!"


Karen careened past the couch wearing... my gawd... wearing... oh my gawd... only wearing a skimpy, tight-fitting, white cotton, bra and panty set. As she pivoted around the coffee table, her smooth, shapely butt cheeks scrunched muscularly to make the turn, and when she bent down to use the table as an obstacle to block my brother, her large breasts jostled and strained recklessly against the light material of her bra.


My brother burst into the room in his boxers but appeared to be winded already and didn't make much of an attempt to out-maneuver the coffee table. "You brat! Get back to bed." He lunged along the far side of the table.


"No!" Karen yipped and dove onto the couch beside me. "Make me!" Scrunching in behind me for protection, she draped her arms around my chest. "Larry, save me," she pleaded. I could feel the soft compression of her breasts in my back. My hard-on was returning.


Barry had finally rounded the coffee table and stood directly in front of me. Karen hugged me even harder, deforming her breasts even more into my back muscles. "Com'ere!" he demanded.


"No!" Karen insisted. "I'll decide where I sleep tonight."


"Leave her alone, Barry," I interceded meekly, with chivalrous intent.


Barry looked down at me in surprise and let out a little giggle. "All right," he smirked, tousling my hair, "You're protected for now." He sauntered over and slumped heavily into the adjacent chair. A loud exhale indicated his level of fatigue.


Karen crawled out from behind me and plopped into my lap. I was in awe. I had never seen that much female flesh before, and here was this gorgeous figure sitting in my lap. My eyes traveled in detail over her smooth flesh and rounded curves. And then I looked away in embarrassment. Was I turning into a pervert?


"My hero!" Karen grabbed the back of my neck and gave me a big kiss on the lips. I froze, focusing all of my attention on the soft, wet remnants of her lips on mine. "And I'll decide who I sleep with as well. I think Larry's going to be my boyfriend tonight," and with that, she gave me another wet, silky kiss.


Barry sniffed, "Yeah, whatever." And then he leaned forward and started flipping through the channels.


Karen's lips had moved to my neck under my ear and were smooching on my skin. Electricity flowed up and down my spine, and goosebumps rose on my skin. My stomach started churning, and I guessed that it was from nervousness, but I was also much harder now.



"Hey, look!" Barry cried out, "Hee Haw is on." He glanced at Karen, “Maybe we’ll see your good friend Barbi.”


Karen turned to the screen and then jumped off my lap onto the couch. "Ugh,” she grunted, obviously displeased by whomever Barbi was but her petulant little grunt sounded so sexy coming from that luscious mouth. “I’ll make some popcorn."


Getting up off the couch required some delicate maneuvering, as my stiff cock was restrained under my cinched robe. Nevertheless, I sidled awkwardly out of the room and into the kitchen. I beered Barry and Karen, got a glass of milk for myself, and hot-air popped a large bowl of popcorn, which I buttered.


We all settled in for the silly variety show. Barry slumped in his chair and sucked on his beer. His eyes looked pretty heavy, and I expected that he would drift off to sleep soon. I retook my position on the couch and placed the popcorn bowl on my knees. And Karen waited for me to settle and then snuggled in against my side.


I don't know why we both had to crowd at the one end of the couch. I tried to make more room for her, but Karen lifted my arm over her and rested her head on my chest. I could smell the flowery shampoo scent in her hair.


"You don't mind cuddling, do you boyfriend?" Karen asked coyly, lifting her face up to look at me. "I'm not squishing you, am I?"


"No... uh... no, it's fine," I answered weakly. Boy, this made me very uncomfortable. The hair on my skin started to rise.


"No? Mmmm," she cooed, laying her head down again and starting in on the popcorn. After the first handful, she asked, "Are you sure you've used enough butter?"


Oops, that was my fault. I tended to get carried away with the butter. "Sorry," I apologized. "Do you want me to make another batch?"


"No," she replied, bringing her fingers to her lips. "But your pyjamas are going to get messy." She inserted one finger after another into her mouth and slowly sucked off the buttery residue from each digit, smacking loudly as the fingertips escaped her lips.


"My pyjamas?" I asked, wondering what she meant until, finished with her oral preening, she slipped her hand beneath my robe and wiped it on my pyjama top. Damn, that was going to stain.


We turned our attention to the TV show. I had never seen it before because I had heard it was rude. In fact, it was far more risqué than I had anticipated, and after a while, I got really embarrassed. But Karen kept laughing at it, so I tried to keep my humility in check. The problem was that the more of the show I watched, the harder I got. Luckily, my thick robe hid my problem... as best it could, and when I needed to adjust myself, I would reposition the bowl to push my penis into ergonomically more comfortable positions.


Barry was pretty much asleep, and Karen kept snacking on the popcorn. She fed herself in intervals, and occasionally, she slid her hand under my robe to wipe it off. She didn't always lick off her fingers, and I could just imagine how oily my shirt was getting.


At one point, though, she raised her hand up teasingly to my mouth. I didn't understand why until I realized that she wanted me to lick it off. She pushed each of her fingers between my pursed lips and withdrew them each slowly. They tickled in my mouth and tasted of salt and butter. It was strangely exciting to have her fingers in my mouth and to suck on them. On completion, she looked up at me, winked and smacked an air kiss at me.


And then a scene came in with the girl Karen didn’t like, Barbi Benton. She was sashaying around in a skimpy Daisy Mae outfit. What a body! My goodness, I was getting really hard. I was afraid it would show, but Karen didn't seem to notice.

In fact, when Barbi appeared Karen pouted prettily and sucked her teeth in disapproval; she seemed more interested in distracting me from the TV now.


However, I feared that her ignorance of my woody was soon going to end. With each toweling of her hand on my shirt, she had to move further down to find a clean patch. Lower and lower it traveled, getting closer and closer to my erection. She wiped her hand across my abdomen and then my stomach and then my waistline. The belt knot gave way to her descent. A fingertip grazed my little head.


I wanted to squirm out of the way but had to be careful of the bowl on my knees. Her fingertip touched me inappropriately again. She really needed to be careful! Didn't she know that she was... Oh my goodness! She placed her hand directly on the hardness in my pyjamas. Her hand froze and then explored down the length of the bulge. She turned her head towards mine, and smirking, she mouthed to me silently, "W-O-W" I turned bright red.


Her face returned to the show, but her hand continued its exploration. Along my cock's length, the material of my pyjama bottoms were pushed over my sensitive skin. Back and forth. Back and forth. This couldn't be happening! I glanced quickly over at my brother's chair, but I couldn't tell whether he was watching the TV or sleeping. This was so inappropriate, and yet it felt so good.


Karen's fingers turned their attention to the buttons of my fly, even though her eyes remained glued on the screen. Once she had it undone, she reached in and carefully extracted my swollen penis under the cover of my robe. A fingertip ran gently down the underside of my cock. It was an exciting, tingling feeling, and it gave me a strange tightness in my stomach. I was amazed that she kept watching the show. What she was doing to me captured my full attention.


She reached into the bowl and fed herself a handful of popcorn, and then she slipped back under my robe and... oh heavens!... wrapped her greasy hand around my sensitive shaft. Her lubricated fist moved slowly up and down. What a wonderful feeling!! It was like nothing I had ever experienced before.


She pumped again. My gawd!! I squirmed a bit and then realized again that I had to support the bowl on my knees and couldn't risk alerting Barry, so I was trapped. She got another handful of popcorn, slipped her hand back down and, with renewed lubrication, pumped again. Oh my gawd!!


She seemed so nonchalant about it. She would eat and pump and pump and eat and... I wanted so much to shift or stretch or yell out, but I had to keep completely still. The material of my robe beat up and down in a slow, steady rhythm. The buttery film on my penis got slicker and slicker, and the few grains of salt provided an occasional grittiness to the experience. Slide and slide and slide. Suddenly, I felt something burbling in my balls.


I think she got the hint that something was going to happen when I murmured under my breath. I was trying to stay quiet, but a low groan escaped from the back of my throat.


Karen took a firmer grip and bore down. A rubbery tension pushed entirely through my penis, even to its deepest core. Ohhh... I completely lost it. Ohhh... an orgasm started in my gut and spasmed through my cock, shooting gobs... unghh... and gobs... unghh... and gobs of sticky goo out through its tip and all over the inside of my robe. Karen's pumping settled down but continued until I stopped shooting.


When it was over, Karen raised herself up and looked over to check on Barry. Reassured that he was either asleep or zoned out, she leaned her face into mine. "Are you okay?" she whispered. I was speechless, and so she just smiled and gave me a big wet kiss on the mouth. She then moved her mouth around to my ear. "Go get cleaned up, boyfriend," she whispered. "You're such a sweetie." She nibbled on my earlobe and then sat upright so that I could leave.


I moved the bowl to the coffee table, stood up shakily and retired to the bathroom. Behind me, I heard Karen move over to Barry's chair, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him jolt awake as she straddled his lap. She began feasting ravenously on his mouth and neck as I left the room.


What a mess!! There was goo everywhere. It was all over the inside of my robe and had soaked through my pyjamas. As I peeled the bottoms off my legs, I could see the sticky stuff mixed with the buttery residue in my pubic hair.


Normally, such a sight would turn my stomach, but I found myself, instead, reliving what had happened and thrilling in it. I had had a real, flesh-and-blood girl on my lap, and she had hugged me and kissed me and fondled me and... and... and... My heart-rate rose as I recalled the experience.


I stuffed my soiled clothing into the bathroom laundry hamper and turned on the shower – cold, to counteract the growing effect of the dirty thoughts I was having.


It was no use. As I soaped my private area, I began to feel like I did on the couch, and my penis started growing as a result. It was so shameful. My mother had warned me that that type of self-gratification resulted in blindness. I suddenly got scared.


In a panic, I flung open the shower curtain and looked for something visual at a distance... the light switch across the room. It still seemed to be in focus. I waited a minute... still in focus. Nevertheless, I halted my sudsing, carefully rinsed off my private parts, and delicately patted myself dry with a towel. Having thick glasses already, I thought abstinence would be a safer practice than indulgence.



I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist – it was all that I had to cover me. The problem with staying at Barry's only part-time was that I had no clothing reserves over here.


Since I was scantily clad, I considered going straight to bed, but I was still hungry – after all, I had been too distracted to eat much of the popcorn. I resolved that I would sneak up to the living room in just my towel and then see if I could make it to the kitchen undetected. If it looked like I was going to risk embarrassment, I would just turn around and go to bed.


Padding down the hallway, I curled my head surreptitiously around the living room door. The TV was still on, but the room seemed empty. I gripped firmly onto the joined corners of my towel and, with firm commitment, continued on through to the kitchen.


I opened the refrigerator and looked inside. The appliance's interior light illuminated the darkened room behind me. Hmmm... Leftovers? A sandwich? I was hungry, but I didn't want to fill up.


In considering my options, I was oblivious to the footsteps behind me. Then suddenly... yank!... my towel was gone. I spun around quickly.


In the refrigerator's light, Karen stood with her hips cocked, one arm wrapped around her waist and the other propped at an angle from her hip supporting my towel teasingly with two extended fingers. She was wearing a short, black, silk teddy with spaghetti straps. Her lips curled up mockingly on one side of her mouth in a wicked smirk. She let the towel drop to the floor behind her. "Oops."


The sudden cool air on my genitals highlighted to me the fact that I was totally naked in front of her, and I instinctively covered myself with my hands.


Karen stepped forward and moved my hands back to my sides. "Don't be shy," she cooed.


She stepped back and inspected my nervously rigid body, backlit by the refrigerator's glow. "Well, look at the two beasts I found sneaking around in the dark," she said coyly. "My boyfriend…" She brushed her hand lightly across my cheek, causing a tingle to shoot down my neck to my spine. "And my play-friend." She let her hand drop and brushed it lightly along the length of my hard-on, causing another tingle to shoot up my spine in the other direction.


I was naked, helpless and quivering all over. I couldn't help but to shudder and moan, "Ohhh..."


" 'Oh' what, Larry?" She leaned her face in so close to my face that her lips were almost touching mine. "Are you nervous?" Her tongue flicked out, and its tip ran along the bottom of my upper lip. "Why are you so nervous?" Beneath her closely positioned face, her hand made another tingly glide along my penis.


"Mmm...," I whimpered vainly. "Because..."


Her mouth captured part of my upper lip, tugged on it and let it go. "Don't you like girls touching you?" she asked. Her lower hand made another run along my pole. "Don't you like it when I do this?"


I was starting to shake visibly now and tried to lean away from her. "No... Yes... I mean, no I..."


She curled her hand around the back of my neck to prevent my attempt to avoid her. "No?" she whispered to me quizzically and gave me a soft kiss that enveloped my mouth. "Yes?" she kissed me again. "No?" and another kiss.


I was locked in place. She was manipulating and fondling me, and I was helpless to resist. I had hardly even taken a breath since she started kissing me. But as uncomfortable as I felt, I was also very excited.


Karen traced a line with her finger from my neck down my chest and kept going. "Well, how does your girlfriend touch you?" Her hand reached my balls and then cradled them.


I couldn't speak. I might have given my head a little shake unconsciously.


"No? She doesn't touch you down here?" She was now playing more deliberately with my balls. She looked intently into my eyes. "Or no, you don't have a girlfriend?"


Karen's interrogation was interrupted by a bellow coming from elsewhere in the house. "Karen! Where are the beers?"


She smiled mischievously. "Oops! You're getting me into trouble," she admonished me and yelled back into the reaches of the house, "COMING!!"


"I need to get some beers, sweetie," she indicated and then leaned forward, resting her chest on mine. As her breasts deformed softly into my chest, she reached around my body and into the fridge behind me. "Don't move," she instructed.


My upwardly pointing pole hooked under the hem of her short teddy and felt around under the flimsy material like the outstretched arm of a blind person in an unfamiliar room.


Karen grabbed a bottle off a refrigerator shelf and devilishly touched its cold glass against one of my ass cheeks, like a sort of icy cattle prod. I jumped at its touch, causing my hard-on to poke at something soft in Karen's nether-regions.


"Oooh, Larry! I hardly know you!" she accused me, and I feared that she thought I had just done something improper. However, the incident didn't stop her from doing the same thing to my other cheek with the second bottle. I lurched just as before and, this time, felt a hairy rasping on the end of my penis as it pushed forward. "Larry!" she scolded me again, "I thought you said that you were a good boy!" Her Texan twang was musical and seductive. Her blonde hair seemed to be a halo around her devilish face.


I tried to sputter out an apology but my cock seemed to jump out again. Surely she knew that that had been an accident as well. I wanted to say something – to re-assure her – but I was absolutely petrified.


Karen giggled at the look on my face before she turned to leave. But she only went as far as the kitchen table, where she set down the bottles and then returned. "I forgot to get something to nibble on."


I nodded my head at her suggestion and tried to shift out of the way of the refrigerator, but she barred my movement with her hand. Then she dropped out of my eye-line and onto her knees in front of me. I looked down just as she steadied my penis in her hand and began lightly kissing its underside from the tip slowly down to the base. I couldn't believe what I saw... or felt. I... I... I tingle felt her kiss lipping... I mean, I lips her felt my tingle kissing... I mean... just WOW!!


In shock, I fell back against the fridge, causing it to shudder and all the glass jars and bottles to clatter together noisily. Karen licked her way to the tip and then nibbled her way back down again. Then she turned her attention to its side and then its top. Finally, she returned to the tip, where she sucked the head between her lips a couple of times and pulled it out with an audible smack. I was beside myself.


Then... "KAREN!!... BEERS!!"


Karen obeyed the call. She arose and caressed my cheek with her hand. "Sorry, sweetie," she said in a mollifying tone, and yet she was looking at me impishly out of the tops of her eyes. "Ohh!" she moaned sympathetically, "Why do you look so scared?" And then she froze and inhaled audibly in recognition. "Larry? Are you a vir..."


But whatever she was going to say was cut off by the distant bellower, "KAREN!!!"


She leaned in and gave me one last quick kiss on the mouth. "Gotta go," she announced before turning lightly about, snatching the beers off the table and fleeing the room. Who was this girl?


I felt paralyzed.  My eyes nervously darted around the room looking for a distraction.  Leaning against a counter I saw one of those big leather portfolios models and artists carry. It was half unzipped and I could see a photo of the lovely Karen sticking out. Although all I could see was her head obviously she was naked in the photo.  All I had to do was pull it out to see…My hand stretched forth trembling.  No, another part of my mind shouted, it it’s right. I stayed still, feeling really, really confused.


Everything seemed askew. The intensely intimate activities that I had shared with Karen had been replaced by the lonely stillness of the empty kitchen. The hot flushing of my skin contrasted the chill exposure of my bottom to the fridge's cool air. And the once quiet room was disturbed by the complaining humming of the refrigerator's overburdened compressor motor.


When I regained my bearings, I grabbed my towel off the ground and finally shut the refrigerator's door. I made a half-hearted attempt to fashion the towel over my unprecedentedly rigid hard-on but finally just flung the wrap over my shoulder and shuffled off to my room with my pole bobbing recklessly out in front of me.


I went over in my head everything that Karen had done with me. I wanted to characterize her actions as something diabolical and corrupting, but I couldn't get past how exhilarating and natural it all felt. It was all so overwhelming, and I trudged back to my bed like a zombie – not turning on any lights, not listening for noises at my brother's door, and not putting on any clothes before getting into bed.


My head hit the pillow, but my mind wouldn't stop working, and so I tossed and turned. As I repositioned myself, my hard-on rubbed tantalizingly across the mattress. It felt good, and so I repositioned myself again... and again... No, stop. I flopped onto my side.


Why was my penis now misbehaving? I reached down to investigate, and that felt good. And so I investigated it again... and again... Stop it! I flopped onto my back.


In time, I faded – not really asleep but certainly not lucid. In reality, my body was exhausted, and I imagined my energy draining through my muscles into the mattress. The room was hollow with silence, although random sounds elsewhere in the house occasionally broke through the stillness – a dripping faucet, a creaking floorboard, my door opening, the non-stop refrigerator motor... wait – my door opening?


Through the dim light of the room and the dim acuity of my consciousness, I barely detected someone slipping into the room. A dark figure was standing close to the bed and pulling something over its head. I tried to focus.


As the figure hunched over, I could hear the crisp slipping sound of a body sliding under the sheets. An arm wormed under my neck – hopefully Karen's and not Barry's – and breasts squished into my upper arm and chest – definitely Karen's and not Barry's.


Karen lay on top of me, straddling one of my thighs. The lower part of her body started oscillating; I could feel her thigh rubbing under my balls and something soft rubbing on top of my thigh.


Karen's face came into view, hovering over mine in the dim light. "Baby, did you miss me?"


"Huh?" I responded in my less than alert state.


"Huh?" she mocked me. "I don't have a lot of time. I told Barry that I was just going to the toilet. I didn't know before, when we were fooling around, that you were so... um... so innocent. You shouldn't still have your cherry at your age." My cherry? "If you're going to be my boyfriend, we're going to have to do something about that. I want your cherry, boyfriend, and I'm going to take it right now." My cherry?


"My what?" Her bold-sounding declaration made no sense to me. But my question did not receive much consideration. I had barely gotten it out when she began kissing my mouth... or consuming it would be more accurate. Karen's kissing was forceful and enveloping. Her tongue pushed deep between my lips, which shocked me but felt strangely arousing.


Karen moved her head up and looked directly into my eyes. The tips of our noses were touching. "Larry, why have you never had sex with a girl?" she asked.


How did she figure that out? Was that what this was about? "I don't know. Because it's a bad thing to do, I guess."


"Oh no, baby," Karen replied, "It's a good thing." She moved her kissing down to my neck and attacked it ravenously. "It's a very good thing."


Although she had kissed me there when we were on the couch, I had no idea that kissing on the neck could feel so good. My whole body tingled and went limp,... but hers didn't. The rubbing against my thigh became more obvious, her breathing became more audible, and her kissing became more intense.


She started to emanate a whiny murmur, like a puppy outside a door crying to be let in. "Umh, umh, umh..." And with each series of pleas came more rubbing and kissing. Then on one rub, she uttered a distinct "Ohhh," after which she rose up and moved her lower body higher on mine.


After some careful manoeuvring, she knelt over my head, her knees straddling my face. She reached down with her hands and pulled the skin apart at her private area. An opening appeared where girls pee, and she lowered it to just above my mouth.


"Sweetie, I want you to lick me like you lick an ice cream cone," she instructed. I reached out my tongue and waggled it as I was told. She lowered herself onto my flailing appendage. She tasted tangy and wet and exciting. And the more I licked, the wetter she got, and the more excited I became.


I sped up my effort, but she told me to slow down. I tried to explore all over her opening, but she seemed to want me to focus on the top end of it. In any case, whatever I was doing seemed to be a hit because her moaning grew louder, her rocking grew wilder, and every so often, she mushed herself firmly against my mouth with a groan.


Finally, she moved off my face and straddled my chest. She hunched over and felt behind her ass for my hard penis. As she ran her hand along it, encouraging its firmness, she bent forward and kissed and licked my mouth. "Hmmm, I taste good, don't I?" she commented.


She kept stroking me and backing down my torso until the head of my penis stopped her continued progress. I felt that same hairy rasping as I had done in the kitchen, but this time it felt wetter.


She kept pushing, and whatever obstacle my pole was up against seemed to be giving way. And then all of a sudden, my penis was enveloped by the most unbelievable feeling of warmth and wetness. Karen moaned, "Unghh!" as I pushed through. Good gawd! What had just happened?


With a big wet kiss, she began moving her hips, and the tight, little, wet compartment I was in started pulling and gliding and mushing on my hard-on. It was mind-blowing. It was like Karen's hand during the show but better. This time, I moaned, "Ohhh!"


Karen moved her mouth to beside my ear and whispered, "Hmmm! You like that, don't you?"


She continued her gyrations, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. I felt this wonderful flow of continuous pleasure emanating from my penis, as it squished in and out and around her fleshy pocket. But, just like on the couch, I knew I was soon going to make a mess, and I didn't know if she wanted me to do it inside her or not. I was, at the same time, scared and thrilled by the prospect.


Then, she bore down on my lower abdomen with the top end of her slit, and I could hear the scratching of her hairs on my skin. When she rubbed herself like that, she gasped and bit her lower lip, and her eyes rolled back into her head.


As the rubbing and rasping continued, I suddenly felt the compression of something around my penis like a little blood-pressure cuff. It tightened and released, tightened and released. And with each tightening, Karen let out a throaty "Unh!"


Well, the tightening was too much for me. I knew that I was about to start spurting. I had to let her know. "Karen!... Karen!..." I gasped nervously.


Karen didn't respond but, instead, braced the sides of my head with her hands and stared intently into my eyes, as if she was looking for something.


I exploded. A fiery comet shot through my penis and into the wet confines beyond. I spurt and spurt and spurt, and my lower body spasmed with each release.


I don't know if Karen saw what she was looking for, but shortly after I started coming, her body went rigid, her teeth clenched and her head dropped to beside mine. She expelled a guttural "Ohhunghhh..." as she pulled sharply on my hair.


Finally, she collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily into my ear. Her deadweight felt wonderfully soft and conforming and released on top of my spent frame.


In my ear, Karen whispered, "My lord, I didn't expect to come too." Then she raised her head over my face. "Now your cherry is mine forever, boyfriend. Did you enjoy that?"


I nodded my head exhaustedly, causing her to smile broadly. She leaned in and gave me three big kisses, and then pushed herself off my body and onto the floor. Snatching up her teddy, she pulled it on hurriedly, and then, before darting out of the room, she leaned over me, gave me one last kiss and whispered, "Save up your strength. I've got a lot more to show you."


When the door shut behind her and silence returned to the room, I stared into the darkness toward the ceiling in disbelief. In the space of one short night, my life had changed completely... and by a girl named Karen? Well, I wasn't going to get to sleep now.


She was true to her word of course and the images of her body, the sensations of making love with her, fill me even now. In my dreams…well, I can enjoy her victory over my virginity anytime I want.

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