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Subject: {ASSM} Karen's Awakening
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Let me know if you like this story. You don't need to ask
who Karen is!!!
Karen's Awakening
The sculpture was of leather and bright blue Saran wrap and was
suspended, carefully balanced from the ceiling. A faint buzzing sound
could be heard from it, as it slowly swung, pendulous, from side to
side. I turned to my closest, most loving female friend, "Do you like
it?" I asked.
Karen smiled, blushing and nodded.
"Do you want to touch it?" I asked her intently.
Again she nodded. I took her hands, and pressed them against the
sculpture's torso. It was warm, and soft, the plastic slick against her
palms. Her hands felt glued in place where I had placed them.
"Go ahead," I said. "Touch it however you want. Imagine what it must
feel like inside. It can't hear or see or smell or taste us. The only
thing it knows is touch. And that is your power."
She moved her hands over it, down legs and arms, sliding in the private
place between the legs, caressing the chest, the head. She couldn't
tell -- cock or pussy? breasts or not? -- underneath all the leather and
plastic.
I watched her, as she played with the sculpture. Watched the sculpture
try to move and squirm to get more touch. I watched as Karen reacted,
touching here, and there; one hand on her own breast, moving down to the
private space between her own legs.
"What do you think?" I asked, coming up behind her. "It's intriguing,
isn't it?" One of Karen's hands was on the sculpture and the other,
pressing her dress into her pussy.
"Y-yes," she said. "I think..."
"What?'
"I think I want..."
"Want what?" I asked, grabbing her free hand, and running it over the
hanging sculpture. She stammered, some part of her couldn't go on.
"Tell me," I demanded. "What do you want?" I guided her hand to the
sculpture's crotch, pressing it in.
"I want to do it," she said, and shuddered into orgasm.
The sculpture moaned.
I roared with joyous laughter. Karen laughed with me.
With the embarrassment gone, only the heat remained.
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