Karen shrugged off her own clothes, letting the fabric fall away.
Her breasts spilled free; moderate, but still on the voluptuous end; her nipples were dark pink and peaked with arousal, the two breasts swaying gently as she moved.
She leaned forward, pressing her breasts around his stiffened cock, sliding slowly up and down, as the squashy and warm flesh enveloped his penis completely.
Her hands cupped the sides of it, squeezing gently as she rocked her chest up and down, all the while watching his face for any trace of consciousness, even though he remained deeply unconscious.
Soon, she lowered her head, with her tongue striking out to trace the tip before taking the penis into her mouth.
The wet warmth closed around his cock, as her lips stretched as she sank lower, her tongue swirling in slow circles as she deepened.
She moaned around him, the vibration traveling up his dick.
Her cheeks dipped inwardly with every pull of the at slab, slurping noisily, with saliva dripping down the cock and pooling at the base.
Her hands wandered; over his chest, softly down his sides, her fingers digging into his hips as she bobbed faster on the dick in her mouth, her tongue pressing flat against the base of it, swirling around the head on every upstroke.
Karen sucked harder, her lips tight, and cheeks continuing to dip, the wet sounds filling the room as she basically worshipped Benjamin’s penis with her mouth and tongue.
"Guck-guck-uck!" she nearly choked on it, "Ben-chan, I love you. I love you the most in the world!"
She released him with a wet schlick, strings of saliva linking her pink lips to the glistening tip of the cock.
Then she pressed her breasts around him again, sliding faster, the soft flesh hugging him tightly as she rocked forward and back.
Her breathing grew ragged, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes half-lidded with need. She watched his face the whole ti, while whispering filthy promises between gasps;
How she’d beco the most powerful and wealthy woman in the world, how she’d be the most understanding wife, how she would take care of Benjamin till the end of ti.
And then, Benjamin ca; splashing that warm, thick spurts across her face, her lips, and her chin.
Stunned, she froze for a second. Then she leaned in eagerly, with her tongue darting out to catch every drop.
She licked it from her breasts, from her fingers, and her lips, idolizing each drop as if it were a sacred and holy item, moaning softly with every taste.
"Ah, my love... Ben-chan’s essence! So delightful."
After licking it all clean, while breathing hard, Karen stood up.
She began to pull off her black panties; the material was wet and slimy from her pussy juice, clinging to her thighs before she let them fall off completely.
Then she balanced over his body, her skirt waving on his thighs.
"Ben-chan... on this day, we beco one. And I want you to know: like those missing bullies, I p-promise to get rid of anyone who bring you pain, okay? You know I love you, right? I would never hurt you like them, right?"
As she spoke, she guided his still-hard penis into her pussy entrance, rubbing the head of the cock along the slick folds of her vagina, stirring slowly as her eyes rolled inward from the pleasure.
At that juncture, she pushed herself down, swallowing his dick with her pussy inch by inch, mumbling filthy, loving words under her breath.
"Ah, it hurts... Yet it feels good..."
A small trickle of blood slid down her inner thigh, staining the sheets in a weak red sar.
She stayed there for a long mont, adjusting and breathing shallow then fast.
Afterward, she bent forward to kiss him again, her tongue sliding into his mouth while her hands road everywhere of his body; his chest, his arms, his sides, his hips—attempting to claim every inch of him.
Then she began to move.
Her hips twisted around the penetrating dick, then grinding down, savoring the stretch of her insides, and the fullness of it.
She rose her ass up until only the tip remained inside her vagina, then slamd back down, her ass slapping against his thighs.
Again. Then again. And again, even faster.
Her breasts swayed wildly with each thrust, then her nipples brushed his chest when she bent for kisses.
Sweat leaked from her skin, dripping from her brow, her back, and between her breasts.
Karen rode Benjamin’s penis like a cowgirl for nearly an hour, relentlessly and lost in the rhythm, moaning his na over and over.
Until he ca for, like, the fifth ti, splattering his sperm deep inside her cervix and womb, as her insides welcod it, squeezing tight on his dick.
Karen collapsed forward onto his chest finally, her chest heaving, and her heart hamring.
Then she lifted her face, looking at him with tears of joy shining in her eyes.
"Ehehe... Now, we will always be together. I’m sure of it, my love."
***
After she was done with the slice of paradise, Karen cleaned up every trace of that fateful night with ticulous care.
She scrubbed the floorboards until the tea stain disappeared, she washed the chipped cup until no residue remained, and she aired out the room so the weak scent of her perfu no longer lingered to hard.
She moved through the motions like a ghost, so silent but efficient, as if nothing had happened.
In the days and weeks that followed, Karen continued to act normal with everyone; smiling when she passed Benjamin in the yard, helping her mother with chores as usual, and sotis whispering soft confessions, "I still love you, and want to be your girlfriend," whenever she caught him alone.
However, she never pushed too hard again. She simply waited and watched more, loving him from a careful distance. And Benjamin, surprisingly, started to loosen up to her once again.
Though, every few nights, when the house was quiet and Benjamin was exhausted from farm work and college classes, she slipped into his room with fresh tea.
And he always never suspected a thing. He completely trusted her, and always had.
So he drank it, thanked her for her kindness, and drifted off into a sudden, and deepest sleep he’d ever known.
Which paved the way for Karen to worshipfully use his body then—unhurriedly, but quite obsessively—and claiming him in the only way he would have no choice but to allow.
She never spoke of it with anyone, and she never looked for more. Karen simply took what she could take, then clean up afterward, leaving him none the wiser.
...This continued for many months.
Until the next year, when her father died.
***
The funeral had been small and discreet.
Neighbors ca with covered dishes. The priest spoke of the farr’s hard work and faith.
And the grave was dug in the family plot behind the barn, under the shade of the old oak.
Karen stood beside her mother, dry-eyed at the beginning, but then sobbing when the first dirt hit the coffin, then the realization, that she was never going to see that man again, hit her chest.
Benjamin stood a few paces back, with his head bowed and his hands clasped tight behind him.
That night, after the last guest left and the house fell silent, Karen knocked on Benjamin’s door.
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