Carol's Introduction to Sex

Carol ch.2

I spent the rest of the weekend playing with myself. My cunt was still sore, but that didn't stop me. I was worse than a guy; I just wanted to screw. Jack had lit a fire in me; I couldn't believe I had been a virgin less than two days ago. Now, all I wanted to do was get laid. I was reaching a point where I didn't care who it was.

I experimented with different objects, easing my hairbrush handle dripping with body lotion carefully into my needy pussy. I found that with one hand using the brush and the other pinching my nipples, I could get myself off; one time, groaning so loudly that my sister knocked on my door, wanting to know if I was all right. Telling her to get lost, I finished in silence.

Monday morning came too quickly. Wanting to feel sexy, I put on a strapless black bra that barely covered my nipples; it was a thirty-two "C" cup with a lot of tits flesh bulging out. Looking at my boobs, I probably should go for a "D" cup, but my tits look bigger this way. I chickened out on wearing nylons and chose charcoal black pantyhose, a short plaid mini skirt, and a black sleeveless sweater. I was checking myself in front of a full-length mirror. I looked hot. Shoes were a problem; I couldn't wear high heels and had to settle for black flats. They didn't look sexy the way four-inch heels do.

This was the sexiest outfit I ever wore to school. I noticed the male teachers and guys in my class were following me, especially on the stairs, making sure to shake my ass, causing the already short dress to flare up, exposing my rear.

I enjoyed all the attention I was getting, some more than others. Finishing a report, I stayed until four o'clock. I exited the library and realized the school was deserted. Hearing some noise, I noticed three jocks from the soccer team were following me. I ran for the stairs but wasn't fast enough. They cornered me on the landing between floors. Standing in front of me, I knew I was trapped. The stairwell was deserted.

"Let me go. I know your names, and I'll report you." I panted, feeling the tingling starting in my pussy.

The leader, Brian, laughed. "We're going to make you a star sucking our dicks."

I flushed beet red. "I'll scream right now."

"Great, I like them noisy. Now take your top off, or I'll rip it to shreds."

I could feel my pussy starting to drip. Being surrounded by three cocks and not being able to stop them was making my head spin. To add to my stimulation, they were not worried about being caught. And the thought of them blackmailing me, forcing me to do God only knows what had me at an all-time high.

I slowly pulled my top over my head. My strapless bra came into view, barely containing my firm boobs.

"Now, your skirt."

Like a true submissive, wanting to please, I stepped out of my tiny skirt, my black pantyhose shimmering in the afternoon light.

Brian reached out and palmed my pussy, gently massaging my soft mound. My body started trembling, and I dropped to my knees at the sound of their zippers. My eyes shut tight, waiting for the assault on my mouth. The smell of musk invaded my nose; this was really happening. I opened my eyes to see three rock-solid cocks inches from my face, their purple heads dripping with precum. My hands gripped two cocks while Brian probed my lips. My warm mouth sagged open, saliva running down my chin. He forced his throbbing cock over my tongue as I moved forward, trying to get more of it in.

His dick plunged deeper into my mouth, setting off my gag reflexes. I gagged and coughed up pre-cum and spit while they were high-fiving each other.

"Watch this, guys." Brian sped up, forcing me to deep-throat him; my struggling was turning him on. He was laughing; telling the other guys to slap my sore tits. His relentless attack on my mouth continued. I became aware that his cock was inches from my face; his hand was a blur. I knew what was coming.

"Open wide carol, I'm cumming in your mouth!"

"Nooooo, get away from me!" I cried.

It didn't faze him, as he shot a heavy load of cum down my throat, catching me in mid-scream. I was spitting up cum. I couldn't stop gagging and coughing up cum. It was even coming out of my nose.

The other two were trying to get both of their cocks in my mouth at the same time. One of them, I think his name was Evan, couldn't control himself. He started cumming, drenching my face and hair.

The third one, whom I didn't know, pulled my bra off and stretched my bra so hard it bent the clasps. He towered over me; reaching down, he pushed my boobs together and started fucking my firm tits. My head was spinning; it felt so good being used like a common whore, praying they would spit on me or do whatever degrading thing they wanted to do.

Working my hand down to my slit, I was able to get two fingers in my hungry cunt. While this Neanderthal was banging away at my poor tits. I kept yelling at him not to fuck me, but he didn't take the hint. The thought of them fucking my pussy drove me over the edge.

I was able to bring myself off to a powerful orgasm with no help from them. I was just lying there trying to enjoy my climax when he got a maniacal look on his face and started cumming, shooting ropes of burning cum on my face and neck. He made sure to cover my eyes with his stinging juice.

Nearby, a door slammed while they took pictures of my soaked face. They turned and ran down the steps, laughing and calling my name. Luckily, there was a bathroom one flight up. I struggled to my feet, looking at my bra. The clasps were bent, so it was useless; I picked my sweater up and found my skirt on the steps. Running up the stairs, it was impossible to control my boobs as they swung side to side. I made it to the bathroom without being seen.

I looked at myself in the mirror, horrified and turned on simultaneously. I looked like a real whore. I guided some cum into my mouth while at the same time slipping my hand inside my pantyhose, finding my wet pussy. It didn't take long for me to have another orgasm. Why couldn't they come back with the football team and fuck me till I couldn't walk straight? But that's the stuff dreams are made of.

I made it home uneventfully. The only comment coming from my mother?

"No bra today."

"Sorry, Mom, but the clasps broke."

"I'd get a stronger one next time. That's not a good look on you. Dinner will be soon. Are you hungry?"

I wonder what she would say if I told her I had a"cum shake" at school.

January was depressing, with continuous cloudy days and cold rain. I sat in my room plotting my gang bang. But my only prospects were Pete and his nerdy friend Robbie. By the way, when you turn eighteen, you should drop the word "bie" from your name.

The problem was that his parents were always home, as were mine. And I wasn't going for the back seat of a car again. I know you should never say never, but I wanted to be forced to perform while on a nice, soft bed.

But the sun came out on February tenth--a gift from the gang bang gods.

My parents and his were going on a week-long cruise, taking my sister with them.

I started plotting my Valentine's Day gangbang.

I went online immediately; I needed the appropriate lingerie. After searching for an hour, I finally settled on a red corset, opera-length gloves, and off-black stockings. I wanted to look the part of a whore.

I helped my mother pack, and I noticed she packed a couple of garter belts and stockings--all to please my dad.

My parents left Saturday morning, and I couldn't believe I had the house to myself for a whole week. Now, I had to manipulate Pete and his goofy friend.

I moved my stuff into the master bedroom. There was no sense in wasting a king-size bed. I didn't realize then that it was directly across from Pete's room. I found out later that he had recorded my mother giving my father blow jobs, among other things.

My underwear arrived, and I was like a kid at Christmas ripping open the packages. I wiggled into the corset; the laces were in the back, and the zipper was in the front. It took a couple of trial fittings, but finally, the laces were snug, and the zipper, while difficult, pulled it tight.

I stood in front of the full-length mirror and adjusted the shoulder straps. My boobs were pushed up, almost overflowing the lacey red cups. While the skimpy red bikini panties rode up my firm ass cheeks.

Across the way, Pete saw no use in setting up his telescope; with Carol's parents away, there would be no action in that room. If he only knew.

On Monday, I dressed more modestly than the other day; I wore jeans and a bulky sweater.

Maybe I was paranoid, but there seemed to be groups of guys looking at their phones and then laughing at me. Then, I got an anonymous message. I usually ignore them, but something intrigued me about it, and I opened it. There I was, with cum dripping down my face, surrounded by Brian and his friends. The next one showed me on my knees in my pantyhose, my tits bare. With three angry cocks waiting to get serviced. I don't remember smiling, but there I was, grinning like a good little cocksucker. The next one showed me with my mouth open like a cum hungry girl waiting to be fed. It was the pictures from the other day in school.

I quickly closed my phone and ran to my next class, boobs bouncing under my sweater. I couldn't wait to get home and look at the pictures again.

I slammed the front door and went up to my parent's bedroom. I pulled off my pants and flopped on the bed. I opened the pictures, and there I was, on my knees with those cocks abusing my mouth, looking like I was enjoying being used. I brought myself off to a satisfying climax using my fingers. When I finished, I licked my fingers clean and headed to the kitchen.

Next door, Pete wondered why the lights were on in Carol's parents' bedroom when they were not home. He adjusted his telescope. The drapes were only partially closed. He ate quickly and returned to his room, focusing on the house next door. Carol finished her dinner and went to the bedroom.

Opening my mother's lingerie drawer, I was amazed at the number of corsets and garter belts. I wanted to see if they would fit me. I picked a black satin waist cincher and put it on, hooking sheer black nylons to the garters. Feeling trashy, I tried on my elbow-length gloves, put on four-inch heels, and walked around the room, marveling at the way my boobs bounced and swayed without a bra. I put one of the porn tapes in and laid down; my legs squeezed tight.

The plot was typical: a beautiful woman unable to pay her rent would bargain with her body, letting the landlord do what he wanted. Which ended with her welcoming a cum facial. I masturbated wildly with a cucumber, imagining myself in her place, getting my holes violently abused. I shuddered, my muscles contracting from an intense orgasm. As I was coming down from the high. I knew I needed more than a cold vegetable. I was spent and could only imagine what two cocks battering my holes would feel like. I fell asleep on my belly, my ass in the air, not bothering to undress.

Meanwhile, across the way, Pete had shot his cum on a towel beside his telescope, which he kept for that reason. He then made a decision that would have made Carol think her dreams had come true.

With only two days left until my big day. I planned to skip school on Valentine's Day and the day after. With the weekend following, it would give me a four-day vacation, hopefully with a sore pussy.

In school, one of my girlfriends caught up to me and said there were pictures of a girl who looked like me being spread around. I played dumb.

"What are the pictures of?"

"I haven't seen them yet, but my boyfriend said the girl's face was covered with cum, and she looked like she was enjoying it. And the worst part is that now my boyfriend wants to squirt his cum on my face; I shook my head. Not ever, YUCK, that's so gross."

She would learn that's the only way women get what they want in this world, for example, a blowjob for everyday things, but for something special like new clothes or jewelry, she better get ready to take it on her face. And for a new car, she better lube up her ass for a daily fucking.

I glanced at the pictures, I knew it was me, but the amount of cum and poor lighting made it hard to know who it was.

I lied and said it definitely wasn't me in the pictures, as I felt my panties getting wet. Then I panicked. Maybe the pictures being passed around were both the night of my rape and the soccer guys in school?

I went to the school nurse, faking being ill. And she promptly sent me home. I decided I wasn't going back to school till Monday.

On Valentine's Day, I pampered myself. I had my nails done in red, as if they would ever look at them. I soaked in a hot bath, wishing I could live alone.

At four in the afternoon, I called Pete and told him I would bring over some baked Zita my mother had made.

I was trying to be clever by asking if Rob would be there so I would know how much to bring.

Pete said Robbie was staying there till his parents were back.

I couldn't contain myself; I wanted to see their faces when I told them to do whatever they wanted with my body.

I started dressing at six o'clock, making sure I looked like an easy lay. I overdid my black eye shadow with false eyelashes, followed by blood-red lip gloss and my hair in a French twist with loose strands framing my face. My corset fit perfectly, with my off-black stockings reaching my butt cheeks, the stocking tops fully expanded. I checked myself out in the full-length mirror. There's no way Pete and Rob could resist me.

I put on my new pale pink wrap-around dress, tightening the sash. I was happy with how it accented my slim waist. It was short, ending mid-thigh, but I wasn't planning on wearing it for long anyway.

As an afterthought, I put on a red choker. Slipping on my black heels put me in the mood to get fucked. Touching my panties, I was wet already.

I left my house at seven and walked carefully across the gravel driveway. Pete met me at the door, taking the Zita. I could hear Rob playing a video game. He called out.

"Hi, Carol. Hey Robbie, Carol and the food are here."

I walked into the kitchen, purposely allowing my dress to gape open with every step I took.

Both of them couldn't stop staring at me. Finally, Pete stammered,

"You look fantastic, Carol."

Not to be outdone, Rob said.

"You really do, Carol. Do you have a date tonight?"

"Just with you two, unless you have dates; now let's eat."

That broke the ice as Pete got the plates down. We all started eating.

"Do you want something to drink, Carol?" He got two beers for himself and Rob. This was my chance to set the mood and telegraph what I wanted. I sat back in my chair, crossing my legs, most of my nylons exposed.

I purred in my sexiest voice.

"Do you have anything hard, Pete?"

Beads of sweat covered his forehead, and he could hardly speak. His dick felt like it was going to explode. He wondered what would happen if they both stripped her clothes off and raped her. Would she tell?

He snapped back to reality.

"Whiskey and vodka, but I'll go to the store and buy whatever you want."

I almost broke out laughing; they were nervous wrecks.

"Just get me a glass of whisky with ice."

I wanted to get drunk fast and get this party started.

I downed the whiskey in a few swallows. It's funny that a week ago, I didn't like booze. Now I love how it made me feel, and guys liked me drunk, so what the heck?

Pete was quick to refill my glass. It was no secret that they were trying to get me drunk.

"Let's go in the family room and do something." I giggled.

I sat on the couch, ensuring room on either side of me. They sat down quickly, making sure they squeezed me in between. My dress had ridden up a little, showing the beginnings of my stocking tops. I modestly pulled the hem down, but then I crossed my legs, showing more leg than before. I gulped most of my drink, and the warm feeling spread throughout my body.

After talking about video games, I would have to initiate some action; these two apparently didn't know what to do. To be bolder, I needed more whiskey.

"Well, I'm going for another drink."

As I stood up, I made sure to let my dress fall open, exposing my legs almost to my waist, showing my silver garter clasps tugging at the top of my stockings.

"Whoops, sorry about that." I giggled. "This dress has a mind of its own. One of these days, it's going to fall off completely."

They just sat there; mouths open, unable to say anything.

As I filled my glass with ice, I heard the door open. Pete had followed me into the kitchen.

"I wanted to make sure you knew where the whiskey was."

He picked up the bottle and filled my glass.

"He looked at the nearly empty bottle and said.

"Why don't you finish it off?"

There was more than a shot left. He brought it to my lips and tilted it. I should have said no, but he had a strange look. I swallowed it, coughing a little. He wanted me to be drunk. So I played along, making him think I was too drunk to know what he was doing.

"I'm so drunk, Pete, I don't know what's going on. Help me sit for a minute."

As he eased me into a chair, he took advantage of me, thinking I was that drunk, and squeezed my tender boobs.

He put the bottle down and put his arms around me. He held me tight and kissed me roughly, his tongue invading my mouth. I pushed him away.

"You're a good kisser, but slow down, lover boy, we've got all night."

He let me go but pulled on my sash, opening my dress.

He snickered, "I like that dress," while staring at my red undies. I quickly pulled the sash tight.

"Don't do that again." I scolded him, expecting him to apologize, but his leering look made me wonder if I had made a mistake.

I staggered into the family room. Pete gave Rob a thumbs up. He didn't think I saw him. Rob stood and took my hand, pulling me down beside him. I was in trouble, I wanted to get fucked, but I didn't want them to think I was easy. Pete sat down, our kegs touching. I took a chance. I was sitting between two horny nineteen-year-olds.

"If I led you on, I'm sorry, but nothing will happen tonight. Maybe I better go."

Pete's response was immediate. Raising his voice, he said.

"You're not going anywhere until you suck our cocks! You come over here dressed like this, and you're going to get fucked."

He was sweating profusely--just a little out of control.

He pushed me onto the floor. I was kneeling in front of them. I gamely tried to rise, but they just laughed and kept pushing me down. Then Rob said.

"You want to stand up? Ok, stand up and take your dress off, or I will do it for you."

I was standing in front of them; I was really feeling the effects of the whiskey. The room was starting to spin. But I put my hands on my hips and said, "NO, I want to go home."

They both stood up. They were taller than me, even with the four-inch heels I was wearing.

"Bye-bye, dress," Pete said, pulling the sash off. My dress gaped open, and Rob slipped it off me before I knew it.

I was trying to act outraged, but at the same time, my pussy was dripping. They spun me around, slapping my butt and tits. I was a little afraid, but this is what I wanted. I was turned on as I made a half-hearted attempt to run for the door. Rob caught me, putting his arms around my waist from behind me, and lifted me up with my legs kicking wildly. He bent me over and slapped my butt, finally stopping when Pete said, "Ease up; don't hurt her yet. I want a blowjob, then we'll take our time to hurt her."

My mind was reeling. What were they going to do?

There I was, down on my knees, my rear end burning, my tits almost out of my cups. This wasn't going as I planned.