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By Karen (kconan@bigfoot.com)

They lived in a small apartment in rural Georgia. It was actually a converted motel, with very small onebedroom apartments. It was a step up from a trailer park, but not a very large step up. They were a young couple, newly married trying to make a start together. Ben wasn't the smartest man alive, but he had a good heart. He had dropped out of High School and gone to work as a truck mechanic. Karen was his High School sweetheart, not particularly bright either, not really pretty but with a nice body. Sex had brought them together, and a desire to escape their families kept them together until they finally married and moved out of town to be on their own.
Karen was about 5'4" with short brown greasy hair, small breasts, and a nice tight ass. Karen thought about sex most of the time and couldn't really picture herself in a domestic role, doing housework and cooking dinner. She was not sure that getting married was a good idea. She wanted to go back to her friends, the parties and no responsibilities, but she didn't want to go back to her parents. Karen also had dropped out of High School, but at the urging of Ben. Ben talked her into it; Ben said that he loved her and that he would make her his queen. It was beginning to look more like he was making her his slave.
There was a knock at the door. Two men with brief cases were standing on the porch peering through the screen door. Karen looked out through the tattered screen and asked what they wanted.
They were just magazine salesmen. The salesmen that prey on the dull witted and naive. The salesmen that offer a deal too good to be true, selling magazine subscriptions and giving away free prizes in return for a commitment to make small monthly payments for years to come. Karen, starved for someone to talk to, opened the door to them.
The men were shabby looking. They went right into their sales pitch, talking about the once in a lifetime offer, good only today, to buy high quality magazines and receive this free set of steak knives. Karen thought she could use a set of steak knives. Karen had no interest in magazines; in fact she couldn't read very well and had no interest in any of the choices being offered to her.
It was mid-July and Karen was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of cut-off jeans. She liked wearing cut-offs, wearing them drastically cut off and fitted low on her hips. This didn't escape the notice of her two guests who were there to sell magazines.
Joe, the shorter of the two, couldn't take his eyes off Karen's ass and felt his wood starting to grow. Of course Joe would slide his member into the south end of a north-moving goat if left alone.
John was the senior member of the sales team and had only taken Joe with him because he was his cousin and he felt obligated. Neither had the morals of a spider monkey and both were becoming less interested in selling magazines and more interested in what was inside of this tight-bodied woman's cut-off jeans.
Karen sensed the attention she was getting and it actually made her feel warm inside. Since she had been married, she missed the attention of men and the feeling of being an object of desire. Karen couldn't explain it but she was beginning to get hot because of these two toads leering at her.
Karen started to move in a provocative way, swinging her hips and accenting her feminine features. She put her hands in her front pockets in an "awe shucks" manner, pulling her cut-offs even lower on her hips and jutting her pubic bone forward in a borderline obscene gesture.
Joe moved over to the stained and scared kitchen table and started pulling magazines out of his bag. He put the magazines on the table, one by one, trying to explain the various titles while staring down at Karen's crotch. Karen's cut-offs outlined the form of her crotch, the jutting mound, the lips the promised passion and delight.
Karen leaned against the table, looking down at the array of magazines being spread across the tabletop. John couldn't take his eyes off Karen's cute ass hiding inside of those low, tight cut-offs. The legs were cut off so high that John could see the white of her panties peeking out from the narrow strip of cloth covering the junction between her legs.
John decided that Karen was asking for it. He decided that she was screaming to be serviced, to be bred, as he liked to call it. John had fathered a bunch of children around the countryside and was perpetually defending himself in court against paternity suites. John never used condoms and felt that he had an obligation to society to spread his seed far and wide.
While Joe was talking, John moved up behind Karen. He was about a head taller than Karen. He moved up close behind her and put his hands on her hips. Karen could feel John's closeness behind her and when she felt his hands on her hips, alarms went off in her head. But she just stood there, aware that her inaction was conveying a message of sanction to the intrusion of her space.
Joe watched as John moved his hands from Karen's hips to around her waist, placing his fingers over the tops of her cut-off jeans, partly on her flesh and partly on her waistband. John pressed himself forward pushing his rapidly hardening man flesh against Karen's shapely rounded ass.
Karen just stood there, frozen, feeling that familiar tingle in her loins, that urge to be penetrated, fulfilled, violated. Her breath started to come in gasps as she felt the stranger's hands feeling her around the waist.
John, emboldened by Karen's passive reaction to his invasion, moved his hands across her front, feeling the warm flesh of her exposed midriff, feeling the hardware holding her jeans together; the top button, the zipper talon, feeling the shape of her body enclosed beneath the tight denim wrap of cloth.
Karen felt the stranger's hand move down her front, pressing against her pubic bone, her mound, down the front of her legs, brushing past her vagina hidden inside her cut-off jeans. Karen's breath quickened as John grabbed the top of her cut-offs and unfastened the button holding them together. She felt his hand snake its way into her jeans, pushing down to feel her mound. Still covered by her cotton panties. Panties beginning to dampen as the moisture formed between her legs.
The thought of these greasy, filthy men violating her body made her squirm with sexual desire and forbidden passion. Karen could feel her lust starting to rise at the thought of having illicit sex with these strangers, taking their come into her fertile womb the risk of conceiving a bastard child.
John pushed his hand all the way down into Karen's pants, feeling the pulsating heat from her junction and the wetness starting to form. The scent of musk reached his nostrils making his shaft even harder.
Joe was mesmerized watching John reaching into this young woman's pants. Joe watched as John removed his hand and grabbed at the zipper, the only remaining line of defense holding up her scant cut-off jeans.
Karen felt her zipper being slowly pulled down. The alarms in her head were screaming, realizing what would happen if she let this continue. I was now or never, she had a small window of time to act before it would be too late. But Karen wanted it to be too late, she was already being overwhelmed by her own building lust, by the thought of being penetrated by these dirty men, having them plant their illicit, forbidden seed deep inside her.
John pulled her zipper all the way down.
Karen could feel cool air wafting by the newly exposed portions of her flesh, flesh that should be covered and hidden away.
John grabbed both sides of her cut-offs and gently pulled them down, sliding them off Karen's hips and easing them down past her thighs, knees and letting them drop to the ground.
Karen absent-mindedly stepped out of the rumpled denim at her feet and stood there in her cotton panties, her back to the stranger, the stranger's hands still holding her by the waist.
John pressed his hands over the front of Karen's body, feeling her mound, pressing in on her vagina, feeling the shape and curves of her body with the tips of his fingers and palms of his hands.
Karen started to moan and slightly press her hips forward in response to the ministrations being offered by the stranger as he felt her up. Karen's body responded to the attention eagerly.
John felt the dampness turn into wetness and felt the slick fluids on his hands. He put his hand into the waistband of Karen's panties and pushed his hand down inside. He felt the top of Karen's slit and the soft tuft of pubic hair tangling around his fingers.
Karen's breath came in short gasps as she felt the stranger's hand invade her most private area, pressing into her slit, exploring the wetness of her inner folds, feeling the sensitive parts of her lubricated sex.
John pulled his hand out of Karen's panties, and as with the jeans, began to pull down the cotton briefs slowly but deliberately. The elastic resisted the downward tension but John pulled a little harder and felt them start to slide off her hips. He continued to pull and brought them down slowly, exposing her body inch by inch.
Joe watched as the top of Karen's pubic mound began to peek above her waistband, just a hint of soft, brown pubic hair, then her entire crotch and finally, her panties uselessly tangled around her ankles.
Karen stood there wearing nothing but her T-shirt, feeling the cool air around her lower body, standing there naked in front of these vile strangers, breathing hard.
John took Karen's hand and led her to the bedroom. The small bedroom had a Queen Sized bed that took up almost the entire area. Karen lay back on the bed; her naked body offered up to the strangers, feeling the heat intensify between her legs. She watched as John undid his belt, snap and zipper on his trousers. She watched as he peeled off his pants and dingy Jockey shorts.
Joe stood in the doorway watching this surreal scene unfold before him. The sight of the stiff cock pointing at her from the stranger's crotch dominated Karen's entire field of vision. John crawled up on the bed and positioned himself between Karen's legs. Karen watched as if in a trance as the stranger crawled up on her, placing his cock between her legs, poking at her entrance.
No love, no passion, just lust. John thrust his cock into Karen.
Karen felt the stranger's dick slide inside her with urgency. Karen felt the stranger's weight on top of her, felt the thrust of his dick sliding in and out of her. Karen felt his dick poke at her cervix, knew that she was vulnerable and fertile, knew that soon the stranger would flood her womb with his potent semen, semen loaded with sperm.
John felt his balls ready to unload and grunted as he planted his shaft deep within Karen, feeling the first wonderful spurt of hot semen shoot into her, spurt after spurt of hot, white fluid impregnating this hot little slut.
Karen felt the hot spurt inside her cunt too, and the knowledge tipped her over the edge of her own orgasm. Karen's cunt milked every drop of cum out of the stranger's prick.
Then after a time it was Joe's turn and Karen watched as another strange man made his way to her bed...