"Oh no!" she wailed when she finally understood what he meant. "Not there! Please, not in my asshole! God, your cock is too big for me! Don't, Stan… don't stick it up my asshole!"
"I like ass," he said, pressing his cock against the tightness of her asshole. "I love to fuck an asshole. An asshole is so much tighter than a cunt, isn't it?"
"Please, Stan!" she begged. "I have a tight pussy! Fuck my pussy, please! You'll see my cunt is tighter than my asshole! Please, don't fuck me in my ass!"
"You really have no choice, Karen," he said from behind her.
Karen felt his cock pressing harder against her asshole, and she steeled herself for the searing pain she knew would come. Hot tears filled her eyes and her hands clawed at the sheets. She tried to close her asshole against his entrance, but it did her no good. Stan knew just how to overcome such resistance.
He pulled his cock away, and then she felt his finger pressing at her asshole. She felt her asshole give, and then his finger was inside her.
"Oooo," she whimpered as he began to move it in and out of her ass. "That hurts! Please, take it out! Don't do that to me! Fuck my cunt… please, fuck me in my pussy! I'm hot, Stan! You were right about me… I'm a hot woman, but I want it in my cunt!"
She felt his finger pull from her asshole, and she sighed with relief. But it was a short-lived relief. She again felt the head of his cock against her asshole, and this time he pushed harder, gripping her hips to prevent her from pulling away.
Then his cock entered her asshole, and Karen gave a muffled scream. She thrust her knuckles into her mouth to stiffle the sound, not wanting anyone to hear. "Oh… oh," she groaned as the searing pain filled her asshole. "Oh God! It hurts… take it out! Please, take it out, Stan! No more… please, no more!"
But he ignored her pleas. Gripping her ass with both hands, he worked his cock farther and farther up her tight asshole. Karen held her breath against the burning pain as his prick entered her, and then it was all the way up her ass. She could feel his hairy balls pressed against the lips of her cunt. Stan held his prick inside her for a while, then just as Karen was becoming accustomed to it, he began to pull it out slowly.
And Karen felt the sudden transformation. Instantly the pain was gone, and in its place was nothing but one of the most ecstatic sensations she had ever felt. Her asshole was no longer on fire with pain, but was now on fire with one of the strongest desires she had ever known.
"Oooooo," she mewled, wiggling her naked ass back against him. "You're… it's good, Stan! God, I had no idea how Goddamn good this could be! Ahhhhh, yes!"
"I knew you'd love it," he said, waning his hands about her ass, up and don her thighs. "I knew you'd love being fucked in this beautiful ass of yours, Karen. I told you, I can always tell when a girl has a hot ass."
"Do it, Stan!" she murmured, waving her naked ass at him. "Fuck me in my asshole!"
Karen's asshole was so tight around his throbbing prick, she could feel it beat, feel each groove of it. The feeling was totally unlike any she had experienced before, but it was just as good, if not better, than all other thrills. She began to work her ass back and forth on his cock, and she knew Stan was standing still behind her, watching her lewd motions, and she didn't care. She enjoyed having him watch her erotic movements, have him watching hey fuck him with her tight asshole.
"Oh God, oh God!" Karen whimpered as she relied and thrashed her ass back against him, his cock entering her ass deeply, his balls at her dripping pussy. "It's good, so fucking good! Ooooo, fuck me, Stan! Fuck my ass! Drive your big, hard cock up my hot, fucking asshole!"
Stan dug his hands into her hips and began to plunge his cock in and out of her dinging asshole, fucking her in a frenzy as she began to thrash about, whimpering and calling out for him to fuck her hard and fast.
She felt his prick jerking inside her asshole, and she pushed a hand between her thighs to grasp his swinging balls. She pressed them against her twat, trying to stuff them into her pussy as she felt him start to come. The thick, warm jism spurting from his cock filled her asshole, splashing around there, and Karen shuddered into an almost violent orgasm as he flooded her asshole.
When it ended, she slumped to the bed, too exhausted to move, breathing hard. Stan stood there looking down at her smooth, swelling, quivering ass. Then he leaned over and kissed first one cheek, then the other.
Karen stirred and turned over, looking up at him. "I've never been fucked in my ass before," she said. "But I sure enjoyed it. I think I like it, to be honest about it."
"Is it as good as sucking a cock off, Karen?" he asked, sitting beside her and caressing her tits.
For a moment she didn't reply, then she said, "How do you know I like to suck a cock off? How do you know so much about me, anyway?"
"I told you," he said. "I have this instinct about girls."
She looked at him, not knowing what to say. He had pegged her, that was for sure. Now that he knew about her, what was she to do? He was, in effect, her boss.
Stan, with one hand cupped around one of her tits, said, "I think you're going to fit right in, Karen."
"Fit right in?" she asked. "What do you mean?"
"We'll go into that later," he said. "It's enough to know you're such a hot piece right now. Of course, this is between us. I wouldn't mention it to anyone, if I were you."
"How could I possibly say anything?" she said, almost bitterly. "You're married, on the school board, and I'm just a teacher. That would be like hanging myself, wouldn't it?"
"There isn't as much danger as you think," he said, getting to his feet. "It's just best that no one ever learns about this, that's all."
She watched him light a cigarette. "You really do like kids, don't you, Karen?"
"I told you I did."
"They can be a real joy. I know," he said. "Some of them, I should say. But most of them I won't have anything to do with at all. You have to be able to tell which ones are the right ones, if you know what I mean."
The cryptic conversation was giving Karen a nervous reaction again. But Stan didn't seem to know anything concerning his own children and her. Maybe he was referring to something else, anyway.
"I guess I better get back," he said, zipping up his cut-offs. "Susan and the kids will be back soon. We're leaving in the morning. Vacation is over for me. I won't see much of you at school, Karen, but that doesn't mean you have to be a stranger."
"I don't know where you live," she said.
"You will before we leave," he turned to go, then stopped and looked back at her. "I guess I should tell you that Pamie and Devon give you high marks."
Then he was gone before she could ask what he meant by that statement.
She sat up and decided to shower. After she finished, she pulled on a pair of tight shorts again and hooked a bra over her shapely tits. She pulled on her thin blouse, and looked out the window just as Susan drove up with the kids. She saw Stan kiss his wife. She also saw him run his hand over her ass, and Susan glanced toward Karen's motor home. She saw the lovely woman laugh, and then the family disappeared to the other side of their large camper.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Again that evening Karen was invited to have a final meal with the Holmes family. At first she thought of declining, but Pamie and Devon urged her. She gave a great deal of consideration to this mess she found herself in. Trapped in a web of her own making, she thought.
Deciding she wasn't going to wear anything revealing this time, she chose a full skirt and blouse. It was not what one would wear while camping, but Karen was not going to tempt Stan again with her body. Not that she had not enjoyed having his cock shoved up her asshole – she did. She loved it very much, and it was one more aspect to her intense sexual desires. Fully grown men had never turned her on, but Stan certainly had.