Milf Chaperone Gets Gangbanged

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Chaperone Ch. Two

I vaguely remember Bill coming home. I lay still, not wanting to have a confrontation. I heard him going into the spare bedroom, then silence.

My whole body hurt, especially my bruised lips. I was afraid to use the bathroom. My rear and my cunt were sore to the touch. I lay there shaking. What was I going to do?

I didn't have to worry too long about what would happen. I slept until twelve. Staggering into the kitchen, with a heavy robe on. I could hear Bill moving stuff around upstairs. What could he be doing?

Bill walked into the kitchen. Pouring a cup of coffee, he turned to me.

"Carol, I've been practicing this, so please let me finish. You mean the world to me, and I don't want to hurt you, but I can't continue to lie to you. I still love you and hope you understand, But I'm moving in with my lover, Rob.

You talk about electric shock. I was dumbfounded; my sister was right. Partly hungover, I started to cry.

He crossed the room and stood next to me. He tried to hug me, but I pushed him away.

"It's not because you're gay; it's because you lied to me. I would have understood."

He hung his head.

"It's nothing I can control; I'm leaving now; the house is yours; I'm making enough to maintain two houses. I'll keep in touch; you know you can call me anytime."

I should have held him; I'm sorry now that I didn't.

I couldn't comprehend what he had just said. What am I going to tell my son? I wished I had a job. The house was so silent that I felt alone. I couldn't bring myself to call Jean; I was so embarrassed.

I showered and put on sweats. I curled up on the couch, feeling sorry for myself. I was drifting off to sleep when the doorbell rang; I saw two policemen standing on the porch.

Opening the door, why did I feel so guilty?

"Yes"

I foolishly thought it was about my purse or phone. I was still suffering from my hangover, so I was not thinking clearly.

"Carol Morris?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"We have some questions for you about last night. Can we come in?"

"Of course."

"Last night, a girl was repeatedly raped by several men. In reviewing the security film, it clearly shows her entering a hallway leading to a room where she was assaulted several times. It also shows you entering that same door shortly after her. And then, after a short time, you rush out, visibly shaken."

"I don't remember doing that. Are you sure it's me?"

"The principal has identified you. The girl refuses to identify the men, but their general description matches that of a group of men drinking with you. Do you care to tell us anything?"

I was panicking. I was trying to act like I didn't know anything.

"I remember going into a hallway to see if anyone was in there drinking; I didn't see anyone and went back to the prom."

They didn't believe me, judging from the look on their faces. They got up to leave.

"Call us if you think of anything, no matter how small. The victim is in bad shape, and we feel you know her."

Nodding my head, I walked them to the door, feeling guilty as hell.

I went to bed and slept until noon the next day. I walked out to see if the garage had returned my car, but as I opened the door, my purse and cell phone were on the porch. I went inside and checked my purse; everything was there, and my phone had no photos or videos.

Recovering took days, and I was getting used to living alone. I should have called Linda, but I chickened out because I didn't know what to say, and I was afraid I would tell the truth.

My mind started wandering, and the soreness finally went away. I started to fantasize about what they had done to me. The mind has the ability to blot out painful things, only remembering the pleasant ones.

I pictured myself in my corset and nylons kneeling on the car floor, being forced to suck their cocks; my hands strayed to my cunt. I was able to orgasm just thinking about it. Memories were not going to satisfy me for long; I needed as many twenty-year-old cocks as I could get.

Adapting to living alone, I began to enjoy the freedom of being able to eat when I wanted and generally being free, but I was lonely.

I was constantly thinking about Linda. The ordeal must have been worse for her than for me. I wondered if she had been a virgin. What an introduction to sex.

Time passed quickly; Bill was generous with money, and I busied myself re-decorating. It had been two months since that night.

The need for sex was consuming me. I spent my days and nights dreaming of being forced to suck a group of men that didn't care about anything but using me.

I spent my days going to places I thought I might meet twenty-year old guys with hard cocks. It didn't always work out like I wanted, except one.

One Saturday night, I went to a bar outside of town.

I wore a short denim skirt, suntan pantyhose, and ankle boots with a three-inch heel. A tight white top completed my outfit. I headed for a country bar.

Once inside, I thought I had made a mistake. Every young guy was with a girl. I sat alone at the bar; the girls were at least half my age and did not let go of their boyfriends. I was depressed and feeling alone.

It was just about time; I was heading home when I felt a touch on my arm.

"Mrs. Morris?"

My heart sank; another of my son's friends, Eric, something I couldn't remember. He flashed a beautiful smile triggering a tingle in my pussy.

"Are you alone? Is Mr. Morris here?"

"No, I'm alone."

"Let's sit at a table. May I call you Carol?"

I took his hand and melted at his touch, following him to a secluded table.

I had to find out if he ever talked to his old classmates. He shook his head no. What a relief.

He was engaging, and we had a great time. The only thing suspicious was that he kept ordering me drinks while nursing his. I didn't care; I was having fun, and he surely couldn't think anything would happen.

I sat back and tried to pull my skirt down; thank God I had pantyhose on. He openly stared at my legs.

"You've got beautiful legs, Carol."

I blushed beet red.

"Thank you, Eric. Nobody has said that recently."

He reached out and put his hand on my thigh, stroking my nylon-covered leg. It felt so good I parted my legs, and he inched higher. What was I doing? Letting a man my son's age get this close to my throbbing pussy.

I came to my senses, closing my legs and removing his hand. I tugged my skirt down as far as I could.

"Let's calm down."

I said. He smiled and moved closer to me, our legs almost touching.

"Won't your husband worry about where you are?"

I told him I was separated without going into details.

We sat for another hour, drinking and talking. I was drunk, my head spinning.

I stood up, swaying a little bit.

"I'm going home."

"You can't drive. I'll take you home, and we can pick up your car tomorrow."

In my liquor-filled brain, that made good sense to me. I gave him a wet kiss on the lips.

As we walked out, I thanked him for taking care of me. He just smiled, knowing what was coming up.

I was feeling good. He had his arm around my waist; As I staggered along, he thought he was smooth, reaching up and grabbing my tits. I didn't say anything; it felt good and thrilled him. There's no harm in that; yes, I'm that naïve.

When he helped me into the car, he made sure to pull my skirt up, "Accidentally" exposing my panties.

All the way to my house, he kept his hand on my leg. I didn't mind; I thought it was cute.

I didn't recognize the streets. Even drunk, I knew this wasn't the way home.

"Where are we going, Eric?"

"To my house; I have to check on something, then I'll take you home."

I convinced myself nothing was going to happen.

We pulled up to a modest rancher at the end of a street. He came around to my side and opened the door.

"That's alright. I'll stay in here."

He took my hand and pulled me out.

"I want you inside,"

His tone scared me; he wasn't smiling, and I was starting to panic. He opened the front door and ushered me onto the couch. He went into the kitchen and returned with two drinks.

I was getting anxious, and nobody knew where I was. He sat down beside me, our legs touching.

"Drink up, Carol."

I took a small sip. He frowned,

"All of it,"

he growled. I complied, scared of him. He put his hand over mine, placing it on his rock-hard dick.

Even through his pants, I could feel it throbbing.

In a scared little voice, I pleaded with him.

"Take me home...I don't want to do anything."

Standing up, he unzipped his trousers, letting them fall to the floor; his angry cock sprang out, bobbing up and down in front of my face. He pressed on my shoulders, I slid on the floor, landing on my knees, my head hung down in shame. He lifted my head; I was staring at his angry dripping cock.

"Open up, Mrs.Morris; time to suck my dick."

He looked down at me with a mocking smile.

Holding the back of my head, he proceeded to ram his cock down my throat. I was gagging violently. My face and chest were covered with spit and pre-cum.

He reached down and pulled my top over my head.

The room was spinning as he fucked my face. I didn't care if he finished in my mouth; I just wanted him to stop. It was apparent he was enjoying himself. I was crying and begging him to stop. He was holding the sides of my head, plunging his cock as deep as he could, all the while laughing at my discomfort.

I got the feeling he was going to hit me. I gave up. I let him have complete control. He pulled my bra down and proceeded to slap my bare tits.

The pain was unbearable. I didn't know how much more I could stand. He was rubbing his cock all over my face. Making sure I was covered in spit. I resorted to making a deal with him.

"Please stop. I can't suck you anymore. I'll do anything else you want."

He stopped for a minute.

"I only make deals with cunts when I'm fucking them."

He threw me on the couch; I was close to blacking out as he pulled my mini skirt off, pushing my legs back. In one motion, he ripped a hole in my pantyhose and, yanking my panties to one side, and plunged his rock-hard dick into me.

I wasn't ready and screamed out in pain.

He pounded me unmercifully; I was praying I would pass out. He didn't last too long as I felt him tense up and shoot his load deep into me.

He pulled out, standing up next to my face.

"Time to clean up, Carol."

He pressed against my lips, my mouth sagged open, and my tongue went to work cleaning his dick.

"You're a good little whore."

I was so ashamed trying to please a guy the same age as my son.

He pulled his dick out of my mouth and walked to the kitchen.

"Carol, how would you like to fuck my frat brothers?"

I started crying.

"Please don't make me do that. I'm too old."

He laughed.

"With that body, you'll be fine; if you've got a girlfriend, bring her and it will cut your total in half. But one way or another, you're going to get fucked.

I'll call you in a couple of weeks when I can arrange something with my brothers."

I dressed, leaving my ruined pantyhose on with drying cum sticking to my thighs. On the ride home, he turned to me.

"Pull your shirt up and play with your tits, or I'll make you walk the rest of the way naked!"

That's why guys like girls drunk; they will do anything.

I didn't care anymore. I pulled my sore tits out and started teasing my nipples, pinching them hard enough that I started feeling it in my pussy. In my drunken state, I didn't realize where I was or what I was doing.

We finally arrived at my house. I staggered up the front walk, went inside, and collapsed on the couch.

He didn't even wait to see if I got into my house.

I woke up late. I was disgusted with myself, my pantyhose torn and covered with cum. My face and hair sticky with dried jizz. I showered, wondering what was next.

I heard my cell buzzing, checking caller ID. It was one of the women from my church group. She was a notorious gossip, always looking for new stories. I didn't want to answer, but I was curious.

"Cookie, nice to hear from you."

She dove right in.

"Carol, you know that girl Linda that was assaulted at the prom. She didn't give me time to answer. Well, she's pregnant, and to top it off, her parents kicked her out. She has no place to go, poor dear."

I suddenly got sick to my stomach.

"Cookie, I'll call you back."

I ran into the bathroom and threw up. My feelings of guilt overwhelmed me. After my stomach calmed down, I looked through my son's desk to find a phone number for her.

I should have thought this through, but I was acting out of guilt.

She picked it up on the second ring.

"Mrs. Morris, what's wrong? Is Tom all right?"

She still had feelings for him.

"Linda, don't ask me how I know, but do you need a place to stay?"

There was silence. Finally, she said in a low voice, almost a whisper.

"I made a big mistake, and now I'm in trouble. Having a safe place to stay would mean the world to me."

I reassured her she would be safe.

Linda arrived two hours later with two suitcases; she was serious.

After dinner, I told her I was separated without going into the details. She asked for a glass of wine. I didn't say anything; it wasn't my place. She loosened up and told me what happened at the prom and that she was pregnant. She felt ashamed but could understand her religious parents kicking her out.

She wanted to keep the baby. Casting her eyes down she whispered.

"I don't know who the father is. There were so many guys that I lost count at five. And at least that many were shooting their stuff on my face."

I finished my screwdriver, hugging her. I squeezed my thighs together. What's wrong with me? I was wet after listening to her describe her rape. We talked for an hour and then turned in.

I knocked on her bedroom door. I had clean sheets for her. She opened the door, standing there in her underwear. Her belly wasn't showing yet. But her boobs were almost spilling out of her lacy bra. She was blushing red.

"I've got to get new bras. I'm afraid I will pop out of my regular ones."

Looking at her with that innocent face and blond hair, I wondered why Tom and she had broken up.

We'll go shopping in the morning now, get some sleep.

The following day, we left for shopping. We were out most of the day. We bought clothes and, most definitely, underwear.

After dinner, we sat in the den. She asked about Tom. I didn't have the heart to tell her he was going with a girl in his college. What confused me was that Linda was beautiful and built. But my son broke up with her; I got the feeling she still wanted him.

Jean called me and invited me out for lunch. I had a glass of wine, or I never would have the courage to wear sexy lingerie out during the day. I chose a dark blue push-up bra with matching panties and a garter belt. Suntan stockings and blue four-inch heels completed my outfit. I slipped into a light blue dress that was a little tight and came down to my knees.

After another glass of wine, I drove downtown to meet her.

On my way into town, I thought I would have some fun. Passing a truck, I pulled up my dress and exposed my stocking tops. I slowed down, giving him a little show. He blew his horn as I laughed and waved at him.

I met Jean at an expensive restaurant.

"Well, look at my big sister, all dressed up and sexy."

I blushed and said.

"It's all your fault, Jean."

"You look lovely, Carol. You won't have any trouble snaring a rich guy."

"Quite a bit has happened to me since we talked last."

I then proceeded to tell her about Linda moving in with me. After being assaulted and now pregnant,

She needed a place to stay. I almost told her about my gang rape, But I was too ashamed. We ate and spent the afternoon in the lounge. Parting, she warned me to be careful with Linda, reminding me I didn't know too much about her.

I shouldn't have driven home; I was pretty tipsy. But I made it. If I had been sober, I would have noticed the strange cars parked in my cul-de-sac.

I carefully minced up the gravel driveway in my heels. I got my key out and noticed the door was partially open, I would have to tell Linda to be more careful.

Opening the door entirely, I called out to her.

"Linda, where are you, and why is the door open?"

I heard a muffled cry. Walking into the den, I dropped my purse in shock. Sitting on my couch was Moose, with Linda stripped down to her black panties and lace bra. She was sitting on his lap, tears running down her face. Sitting beside him were two of the guys from prom night. She was leaning forward with their dicks in her hands.

He was mauling her tits, causing her to cry out in pain. Linda was sobbing.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Morris, they forced their way in."

Jeff stood up; he was at least six feet tall and muscular. He walked over, towering over me.

"Rember me, I fucked your ass."

I started to tear up.

"Please leave us alone; she's pregnant, and I'm old enough to be your mother."

"You're breaking my heart. You won't be able to walk straight when we're done."

Linda looked terrified. Moose forced her head down. she started sobbing,

"Please, stop," her voice becoming muffled with her mouth full of cock.

Moose was holding her head, forcing her mouth down on his dick. He looked at me, grinning, mocking me.

"Take your dress off "Mom."

I was shaking, and my hands trembled, making it hard to unzip my dress. Finally, frustrated, I blurted out," NO...I WON'T DO THAT!"

My punishment was swift. Jeff lunged at me, grabbing the top of my dress and ripping it off of my shoulders. Leaving it around my ankles. I vainly tried to cover my bouncing tits.

"Look at this rich bitch, she's ready for action."

Jeff pulled my dress all the way off, leaving me in my underwear and heels.

"I can't believe the way this cunt dresses."

He forced me to my knees, my nylons stretched tight. Jeff started jabbing at my mouth.

"Come on bitch, SUCK!"

My mouth sagged open as he slid his fat cock into my poor mouth, stretching it wide.

"Look at this cunt suck. I hope your ass is healed; it's going to get a workout tonight."

My head was spinning; he was pinching my nose while he battered my mouth, cutting off my oxygen.

I was beating his legs with my tiny fists to no avail.

I could feel him tense up, and then he came in my mouth. It seemed like a gallon of cum. I coughed and gagged violently. I spit out his sour cum, with it running down my chest, pooling in my cleavage.

I was sitting on the floor alone. Jeff had gone into the kitchen. I looked at Linda; she was on all fours with Moose pounding her doggy style while her mouth was getting fucked by Steve.

Moose was getting close to cumming.

"Linda, you don't care if I cum inside you. You can't get any more pregnant."

He was laughing as he dumped his load of cum inside her. While Steve pulled out of her mouth, cumming on her face as she collapsed on the couch.

Jeff sat her up, her face a cum soaked mess.

They went into the kitchen. I could hear beers being opened and them laughing. Slipping my heels off, I went over to Linda. She was sobbing,

"I can't take anymore; make them stop."

I'll try, but I'm not sure what I can do."

She lay back, her bra pulled under her tits, forming a shelf. I leaned over to kiss her on the head, and cum from my face and chest dripped on her; she didn't notice.

"Get out here!"

Moose roared from the kitchen. I pulled my bra up, threw a dirty towel to Linda, for her face, and hurried to him.

They were sitting at the table. I was unsure what to do.

"You forgot your heels and that pregnant slut. Now go get them."

I put on my shoes. Linda was lying on her side. I thought she had passed out, but she jumped when I touched her shoulder, thinking it was one of them. "Come on, they want us in the kitchen."