Her thoughts were broken as George said, "I think, Karen, that tomorrow you and I will go shopping. You need a complete new wardrobe. Exciting underthings, garterbelts, high heels, flimsy nighties, bikinis, the whole bit. Then we're going to teach you to dress and to tease." His hand continued to caress the soft skin on Karen's back and sides.
She didn't want him to stop talking nor to stop rubbing her back. It was a new experience, one that made her feel needed, excited and definitely passionate. So much so, she realized, that the moisture from her unused pussy was seeping out onto the bedding. She certainly couldn't roll over now. George would see the wetness.
"Karen, you're beautiful. You're so young and exciting. Jerry has to have something wrong psychologically not to be able to keep it up around you."
"I don't know whether it's him or me, but something is wrong, I just know it."
They talked a while longer about Jerry's problem as George continued to caress her bare back.
"You like having your back rubbed, don't you?"
"Yes. It's… it's comforting." She couldn't tell him exactly what it was doing to her, what it was causing her to do. He was causing her to have all kinds of erotic feelings. She was experiencing sensations that she had never experienced before. The fact was she had never had a man touch her in any way. Oh, Jerry had tried in his awkward attempts on their wedding night, but that was different. They were both confused and bewildered about the sex act.
Now George Lind moved around and lay on the bed beside Karen. "Come over here into my arms," he said softly.
Karen rolled over on his arm. Now she was lying flat on her back, her head resting on his arm. He moved his other hand over to her flat stomach. "I think you are a wonderful person, Karen. I already love you as I would my own daughter."
He moved his hand on her stomach lovingly and she squirmed under the passionate sensation it was causing in her loins.
Her legs jumped abruptly as if a nerve was causing it. "Your legs must be tired, the way they're jerking," George commented.
"They are jumpy," she agreed.
"Let me rub them for you." He reached with the hand that had been on her stomach. Although, when it moved downward, it didn't stop on top of her pubic mound, she felt it touch the forbidden spot on its way lower.
She had to hold herself in check to keep from throwing her pelvis up toward his hand.
His hand touched her bare leg just above the knee, he squeezed her muscles there, then started rubbing his hand up and down the softness of her leg, slowly moving upward each time, until she could feel her dress being pushed up as his hand increased the path it was taking.
When he came to within an inch of her tingling pussy, he stopped. Now he merely concentrated his movements on her thighs, between her legs, up and down. Over and over he repeated the cycle. She kept hoping he would bring his hand up to the heated love box, tingling now from excitement.
"Isn't it wrong for us to be doing this?" she asked.
"Doing what, my dear?" he asked lightly, giving her a question for her question.
"You know, this… this caressing, this…"
"Do you like it?"
"Uh yes, I guess I do."
"Does it feel good?"
"Yes, it certainly does, I guess."
"Then why do you call it wrong?"
"I… uh, well… I've always been taught that it's wrong for two people who are not married to become so familiar."
"You and I are going to become very familiar with one another's body.
It's the only way. The more familiar we are with each other, the sooner we'll be able to help Jerry."
"Yes," she nodded her head, "I suppose so."
George continued rubbing and caressing. Karen, without realizing what she was doing, moved her legs apart wider just in case George did want to move his hand up to the wet spot that was aching to be touched.
But George either didn't notice her movement of readiness, or he chose to ignore it. He merely continued his manipulations of the muscles and tender flesh of her thighs.
Finally she could stand it no longer, "Aren't you going to touch me at all?"
He raised up on his elbow and kissed her on the cheek, "You really want me to, don't you?"
"Yes," she said, brazenly. She was aghast at what she had just admitted.
"I tell you what. I will touch you, but only so you'll become familiar with me. I'm not going to go any further than this, but I will touch you."
He moved away from her, getting to his knees and straddling one of her legs. He took both hands and slowly slid them up her thighs, so she could feel every inch of their journey up her soft thighs. When he reached her panties, he moved on up until his hands were at the top edge of the thin briefs. "Now raise up so I can slide them down."
Karen did so immediately without second thought, then he was sliding them down, off the fullness of her rear. When they had cleared she realized he was gazing intently at her bare pussy. No one, not even Jerry, had ever seen it for as long as she could remember. No one had touched it, not even her mother.
George stared at the moist slit, then very tenderly he took his finger and placed it at the top of the two lips, just where they separated enough to house her tiny clitoris. He moved his finger slowly downward until it was on the sensitive bud. At the moment of contact Karen jumped as though a voltage of electricity had suddenly surged through her.
"Oh!" she yelled out.
"You are sensitive there," he said. "You look wonderful. Your pubic hair is ablaze with colors. I've never seen a more beautiful sight. I'm telling you," now his voice held a mesmerizing effect on her. "I've never seen anything so beautiful." Now he moved one hand down under her, cupping her voluptuous buttock. "Your body is warm and soft and alive. I think, my sweet Karen, that you are all woman."
Like a creeping animal, George's other hand crept into Karen's blonde pubic hair. She spread her thighs more, opening herself for his exploration. George slid his finger down, finding the same slit there that he had touched before. Carefully now he cupped her sex mound, feeling the hot sweetness of it, the tissues warm and soft under his fingers, the curving arch of her pubic bone fitting into his palm.
George pressed his whole hand down on Karen's cunt, and felt the girl respond by pushing her hips upward. Her pussy was hot and sticky, and George said to her, "Karen, it's so alive with love. The juices are flowing so soft and warm. You were just made for loving."
He worked his hand around so that he could slide one finger between the tight lips, her pussy parted easy, and his finger wormed its way inside her wet passageway.
Karen was so aroused that she started arching her pelvis upward trying to pull more of his finger inside her.
Her ecstasy now, her lewd anticipation, was as great as it ever had been before. She cared for nothing, nothing in the whole world but the fulfillment of her obscene desire to be possessed and violated by this man who was causing her so much lewd excitement.
Her mind whirled in her confusion as the forbidden sparks of joy darted through her body. Even now, finding it hard to believe it was really happening, she realized that to fight her building passion would be futile. Surely that was what her father-in-law was trying to get her to do. Then, too, she thought he had meant it when he said if it feels good, then it is good.
Eagerly, she bent her legs more, widening the gap at her crotch, causing the tip of George's finger to slide along the slippery folds of the inner lips and pause at the entrance.
She gasped in quick breaths of air, as if working up the courage for him to go ahead and let his finger fill her body.
The effect was devastating to her desire. The blunt finger slid tightly past the opening of her cunt and caused moisture to trickle out around it and run down her thighs, as if it had punctured a ripe fruit.
Then the sucking motion began, and she could feel the finger jerking and pushing as her pussy eagerly swallowed the small offering it had received, and was begging for more.
George pushed farther and his finger popped inside Karen. Her clitoral knob pulsed outward, seeking contact with something, and she felt a burst of sensation warm her inner thighs as her body accommodated the hot finger. She groaned and rocked back and forth, fearing she would not get the satisfaction she needed so desperately.
"Oh, George," she panted, "I'm so ashamed."
"Don't be," he urged. "It's all right. You need relief. And I'll see that you get it. So, keep on enjoy this, take full advantage of it. I want to help you."
Karen felt happy with what he was saying. He was so real and not a part of her previous fantasy. He was doing what he was doing. He was giving her the fingering of her life. She had never felt a man's finger before, let alone a man's prick. If a prick felt only half as good as this finger, then… oh, she shivered violently.
His finger slid in and out, rippling farther back toward her womb each time in searing waves of delight. She could feel her belly quivering as she swallowed the length of his finger. How could a finger reach so far into her, she questioned, but her pussy only hungered for more.
She tried to keep her hips still, but they weaved back and forth in screwing motions in an attempt to pull that finger all the way into her and make her squeeze down hard all around it and climax.
At last the teasing came to an end. She couldn't hold back any longer.
Her emotions were at their highest pitch, and she was afraid she would come here with him probing into her, and she was afraid she wouldn't.
He said he wanted her to. She knew this, but still it was so much different with him sitting here, doing these things to her cunt.
Karen felt her face go hot and her emotions swirl. She couldn't recall being so aroused in her life as she was at this moment. Yet she knew that this was only the beginning. George said he would teach her many things.
Karen raised slightly. She looked down the curving length of her torso at the stretched mouth of her cunt. She couldn't see it clearly but she could see George's finger as it worked in and out of the moist channel.
She wanted the stabbing finger to continue forever. Her heart pounded wildly and she knew she was experiencing the greatest thrill she would ever know. "Oh my God!" Karen moaned in a whisper as George continued to pump his narrow finger into her. "Ooooohhhhhh!"
Karen knew only the wonderful floating feeling. Her breathing was faster, and when she realized this she also noted George's breath was rapid as if he too was building himself up to a peak on the same level she was now. His finger seemed to grow longer and bigger by the moment, and it was thrusting into her so fast and so far she almost imagined it hitting a dead end inside her. This didn't frighten her – it merely served to make her more passionate. She was already so hot she could hardly breathe. Each time his finger stabbed into her, it caused her to have sudden moments of sweet weakness, losing all track of time.
"Oh… my God!" she moaned in a soft whisper over and over again.
"So good. So… good!"
Karen spread her legs even wider, and George instantly recognized this as an opportunity to help her more. He drove his finger deeper, causing her to cry out half in pain and half in ecstasy. His finger felt as if it must be at least ten inches long, with the middle part more than two inches in diameter, but it really wasn't, Karen knew. The ruthless, quick, darting, savagely stabbing way he used it only made it seem so.
But she let her fantasy build it up to large proportions. It felt better this way.
Now every nerve in Karen's body seemed to tingle and burn as George quickened and intensified his thrusts, spearing in and out of the obscenely skewered orifice with all the force he could muster, as the juices poured freely over the sensitive membranes. Karen felt the warm vaginal moisture seeping down her wide open cunt onto her straining buttocks, felt reality slipping from her grasp, her consciousness heightening as if in surreal vision as the first vague warnings of the oncoming storm or her big orgasm appeared. She moaned ecstatically, beyond all thought and reason now, conscious of nothing but the primeval, dreamlike lust that permeated every wicked cell of her thrashing body. And in her consuming gratitude, she turned her face upward, craning her neck toward George.
He bent quickly and kissed her briefly.
Karen was too obsessed with her own building climax to notice that it was just a fatherly kiss.
Now Karen stiffened and started groaning, spasming uncontrollably, then she screamed out through clenched teeth, "Oh! Oh! It's happening. Oh my God, it's happening!"
She shouted out at the room now in utter confusion at her consuming madness, feeling her orgasm begin even as she said the words aloud. It came sweeping like fire up from her ankles and down from the pineal gland in the back of her head. It was lightning striking the two buds of nipple that peaked her breasts, and her body was the ground, absorbing all the devastating and destructive current of an angry universe. It raged through her loins and rectum, finding momentarily brilliant focus in the lewd fingerfucking that continued to her cervix, to the most basic limits of human decency. It was a devastating, resounding thing, a blast of deafening music that went on and on in her ears and only faded gradually with the exhausted collapse of her buttocks crushing back down into the now obscenely soiled sheet on which she'd lain.
The grayness she first experienced was replaced by a warm golden color that spread over her mind and her body. She could feel herself sinking deeper and deeper, her head spinning and some where in the background, sounding so hollow and so far away, a voice kept saying over and over,
"You're beautiful, Karen, you're so beautiful."
The chant of the voice, her spinning head, and her utter fantastic emotion journey left Karen completely exhausted and she fell asleep at once.
When she awakened hours later, she was lying completely nude under the thin sheet. Suddenly she stiffened and remembered, "Oh my God, how will I ever face him again." Shame flooded through her full body, and she realized too that when her father-in-law had been massaging her on the bed, she still had her dress on. Her panties too, even though they were pulled down. Her father-in-law had undressed her while she slept. What in the world was he up to? She wondered about this. He hadn't tried to seduce her, to penetrate her or anything else. He'd only done what she really wanted him to do. Then she realized that she had led him on, she had wanted him. She would have let him mount her and to put his… his man-thing inside her. She realized this and blushed again. God, what had gotten into her.
What would Jerry think if he caught her? To tell the truth, she decided he probably wouldn't know what was going on anyway. He seemed to be so frightened of a nude woman or sex or anything. She wished she could understand him.
George seemed to think he did understand, and he had promised to help her, so she could in turn help Jerry.
She would just have to wait and see.
Right now she felt like she had to have a shower, to wash away the shame covering her body. Inside she scrubbed and scrubbed for the second time. It was almost dark out and she wondered when Jerry would come home. Then too she wondered how she would face her father-in-law.
After she had felt half clean at least, she toweled and dressed. This time she put on an almost masculine outfit. Pants, blouse, and a jacket. She was afraid of what her father-in-law might do, but as she opened the door to walk to the livingroom, she suddenly realized that she was mostly afraid of what she might do if she felt the need for sex again.
When she walked toward the livingroom she smelled food cooking in the kitchen.
Her father-in-law was preparing dinner. She decided she must help him.
"Hi," he said cheerfully when she walked in. "Get a good sleep?"
"I guess so," she answered, not able to look him in the eyes.
"Come here," he ordered, holding out his arms. "I do care for you."
Karen walked to him and buried herself in his arms. They did feel good to her, so comforting.
"Baby, baby," he cooed. "Don't you be tight. Don't feel embarrassed or anything like that. What we did was good and wonderful. We're only on the verge of what will be going on later. After a few more days of us getting acquainted we'll go on a shopping spree that will end all shopping sprees. I'm going to buy you some mighty interesting wedding presents."
"George, George?" her voice was questioning.
"Yes, my love, it will all be all right, just you wait and see. Now," he pulled away and held her at arm's length, "let's you and I finish up this big dinner for your starving husband. Then we'll have a stiff drink. Okay?"
"Okay."
When dinner was on the table, Jerry came in. He talked constantly about what had happened that day. Not once did he ask Karen or his father how their day went. He spent all the time telling them how his went. He didn't even slow down when they were relaxing around the fireplace after dinner.
Even when they moved on to the bedroom, he talked. While Karen was changing into her nighty, he stayed inside the bathroom with the door closed, but she could still hear his talking through the closed door.
When they were in bed with the lights out, he was still talking. It was then that Karen reached over and touched him on the stomach.
"Don't do that," he interrupted his tale about some new changes he was going to make at the store. "I've had a busy day and I need my rest."
Karen rolled over on her side with her back toward him. She didn't remember going to sleep but she felt as though she still heard his constant chatter as she slept.