all those dirty details. Tears caine into Karen's eyes as the impact of her wanton behavior grew inside her.

She cupped her face and cried.

In her mind, she berated herself, degrading herself in a mental way. She called herself all those wicked names she heard applied to easy girls, girls who would fuck anyone, anytime, anyplace. But none of it helped. Her beast, her cunt, continued to throb hungrily.

She had another cup of instant coffee drinking half of it and pouring the rest down the drain. She walked through the house wringing her hands, still mentally cursing herself, cursing her insatiable private beast… her cunt.

When it grew dark, she was still alone. That reinforced her thought that Brett couldn't stand the sight of her anymore. When he had not come home by nine that evening, she went to her room and prepared for bed. Usually, Karen wore a nightgown, but this night she slipped between the cool, clean sheets naked. She lay there on her back, staring up at the darkened ceiling her thoughts whirling accusingly, and her cunt still demanding.

She couldn't sleep.

The lighted dial on her bedside clock was inching close to eleven, and still Brett had not

come home. She was getting concerned. He seldom stayed out after ten, even on weekends. But he had his girl friend now, and from what Karen had seen, Sally could help him occupy his time very well.

She imagined them fucking now, fucking someplace in the shadows, or maybe they were even out there in the garage, using the car for all she knew. The image caused her torment to become greater, and she felt a tinge of jealousy that was unexpected. A lurching, burning sensation came to her cunt, and she squeezed her thighs tightly. The pressure she caused upon those puffy lips and her clit caused a small and very quick orgasm to explode there.

"Oh!" she moaned softly as she came.