"Are you some kind of a nut?" she gasped. "I think you'd better leave."

"Not on your life," he whispered in a low, menacing voice. "You're no virgin any longer. Good old Jeff has you all nice and broken in for me."

"In a pig's ass I'm broken in for you," she snapped, getting to her feet. "Now get the hell out of here."

"Don't get so fuckin' uptight," he laughed. "You just admitted that you'd have gone to bed with me if I'd been more persistent."

"You asshole," she hissed. "That was before I was married, and now I'm glad I didn't."

"Listen, baby," he sneered, jumping up and grasping her arm. "I've dreamed of screwing you for three years and I'm not waiting any longer."

"You're drunk!" shouted Karen when she again smelled his breath. "Now let go of my arm."

"Sorry, kid," he laughed his eyes burning with lust. "I came over here to stick my cock into your sweet cunt, and that's exactly what I'm going to do."

"You dirty son-of-a-bitch," screamed Karen. "Now get the hell out of here before I call the police."

"If you make one move for that phone," he spoke in a low menacing voice, "I'll knock your pretty head off."

Reaching for the front of her housecoat, Rick ripped it off with one violent jerk. His eyes almost popped out of his head as he stared at her completely naked body. Not expecting company, Karen had not been wearing anything under the cotton robe.

"You dirty bastard!" she screamed at him, trying to cover her tits and pussy with her hands. "You filthy rotten beast!"

Standing there and grinning at the enraged girl, he slowly and deliberately lowered his zipper. She couldn't believe her eyes when he reached in and drew out his big stiff cock. As much as she hated the vulgar beast, she was fascinated by the sight of his naked tool. The only dick she'd ever seen or touched was Jeff's, and she hadn't realized that all cocks were different. Rick's prick wasn't quite as long as her husband's, but it was much thicker than his, and the big purple cock-head seemed a lot larger.