Chapter 10
When Karen had walked off in a direction away from the group of people who were still drinking and smoking, she was not really sure where she was headed. She had become very drunk and stoned from the effects of the pot and beer and she only knew that she wanted to find Mary. Mary would know what to do.
The dead end road veered off down another dead end road and when Karen came to the end of it, surrounded by woods she saw the white car Mary had described to her parked there. As she approached it she noticed it rocking slightly and she couldn't make up her mind if it was actually the car rocking or if it was her. Or both.
But as she reached it and before she looked in the back window she heard a loud grunting, squeal that she recognized as Mary. It was the same kind of noise she made when she masturbated in their room, but only much louder and with more urgency. She knew Mary was being fucked before she saw her, but she didn't know, or imagine that it was Mary's tender ass-hole that was being reamed.
When the noise stopped and Mary and Harley finally noticed Karen outside the car, the back door opened and Harley stepped out, zipping his pants back up and looking at Karen with a mixture of curiosity and male chauvinism. He had just given her girlfriend the first fucking in the ass that she ever had and Karen was almost a witness to it. It gave him pleasure to see Karen, glassy-eyed staring in at her roommate, Mary, who was still in a position with her ass raised in her air, naked from the waist down. Mary was still not back to earth from the effects of the pot and the ass-fucking she had just received.
"I'm going to get a beer," Harley announced to both Mary and Karen as he strode away in the direction Karen had just come from. When he was on his way Karen got in the back door that he had left open.
Mary was just sitting up now, and looking for her panties that had become wedged between the crack in the seat. She was cross-eyed and not totally coherent and it was obvious to Karen, even though she too was smashed, that Mary needed someone to help her get dressed. Noticing that Mary was trying to retrieve her panties and put them on, Karen said, "Wait a minute, I'll do it for you."
And she extracted the panties from between the seat and immediately noticed how sopping wet they were.
For an instant her stoned mind flashed back to last night and Miss Weaver stuffing her own cum stained panties into her mouth. She shook of the memory of it and returned to Mary, who was sitting with her head bowed on her chest and her eyes closed in an almost stupor.
"Are you all right?" Karen asked her, suddenly fearing that Mary was too far gone.
Mary acknowledged that she was by slightly nodding her head. She was in reality able to function, but she was still not fully recovered from the shattering orgasm.
As Karen took the soaking panties and bent down to slip them over Mary's ankles she said to her friend, "Mary, I've never seen panties this wet. What did you do to them?"
Mary opened her eyes slightly as Karen lifted the panties up her legs and told Mary to raise her ass so that she could slide them on her. Mary did as Karen asked and felt the dampness of the material as it once again covered her thick patch of cunt hair and her still burning and abused ass-hole. "My ass-hole,"was all she was able to mumble to Karen. "My ass-hole burns."
"What did he do to your ass-hole?" Karen asked suddenly realizing one reason why Mary was so out of it. "What happened to your ass-hole?"
"He fucked it," Mary said as Karen began to put her skirt on for her. Making sure that it wasn't wrinkled or noticeably untidy. She could see that Mary was in bad enough shape already without having anything else point an accusing finger at her when she returned to the auditorium and the bus ride home.
Five minutes later, as the two roommates sat on the hood of the car, Karen rubbing Mary's back in an effort to sooth her and straighten-her out a little, Mary said she felt much better. The cool night air helped to bring her back to earth, and as she straighten up and was able to speak she explained her comments of only minutes before.
"He fucked me in my ass-hole," she told Karen as she rubbed the back of her neck. "I didn't know what to do, so I let him." she said as an explanation. "It was the most unbelievable thing I've ever felt" she said, turning to Karen and watching for her reaction.
"You've got to try it sometime," she advised her roommate and Karen nodded as if to say that she would.
Karen was thinking that they should be getting back to the auditorium soon. The dance wouldn't last much more than an hour or two and she was beginning to fear that they would be missed. And they still had to find Betty who had gone off into the woods.
Just then the two girls heard voices approaching and soon Harley arrived back at the scene with five other guys. When they got there, all obviously drunk and stoned, they started whistling and circling the two girls as if they were a pack of wolves.
"Harley baby, you were right," one unkept youth said to him as he eyeballed Karen, making it obvious that he was looking at her tits and ass. "These babes are beautiful. Which one did you fuck in the ass?"
Mary felt her face go red and Karen also felt a horrible sense of embarrassment. It was bad enough this local punk had violated Mary in her ass-hole like that, without even asking her permission, but now he had to tell his friends about it and bring them back to say rude and disgusting things to Mary.
Harley walked over to Mary and put his arm around her shoulder. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and said, "I hope you don't mind me telling the guys about it baby" he said as an explanation, "but your ass was so good I couldn't keep it too myself The way he made it sound, Karen though was like he was paying Mary a great compliment for having such a tight ass-hole. And in front of these leering, vulgar boys Mary was smiling. Putting her arm around Harley's waist and hugging him as if to thank him for the compliment. Karen was shocked by this. She would have though Mary would have told Harley off for being so crude and walked away, but instead she was cuddling with him. But Karen wasn't about to pass judgment on her friend. At least she had gotten a man. She had gotten fucked, even if it was in her virgin, rubbery ass-hole.
Another youth, tall and really not bad looking said to Mary, "How about another go around Mary? I wouldn't mind giving you a good ass-fucking myself." At this they all started laughing and joking and slapping each others palms in merriment. Mary was still holding on to Harley smiling contentedly and to Karen's surprise, Mary shook her head and actually said, "No, it's too sore. That was my first time."
It was Harley who turned to Karen and said, "What about you good-looking. Have you been fucked in the ass tonight?"
Again, there was general merriment and laughter as the boys drew closer around Karen so that she was beginning to feel penned-in.
Then the other boy, the tall one who had asked Mary for a turn at her ass spoke up to Karen this time. He was following up Harley's question. "What about your cunt?" he asked her, " have you been fucked in the cunt?"
Karen froze, feeling a mixture of fear and a strange sense of curiosity. She had never been spoken to so bluntly by a male before. Asking if her cunt had been fucked yet. The only time anyone had used such abusive, and vulgar language to her was the previous night with Miss Weaver. She remembered how she had had to answer Miss Weaver's questions out loud. But she didn't think she could respond to the questions now being asked her by these boys.
But she didn't have to answer because to her utter surprise Mary answered for her.
"Naw," she said to the good-looking tall youth who had posed the question. "She hasn't been fucked in the cunt or the ass-hole. Not tonight. Not ever."
The boys began to hoot and howl when Mary told them this and Karen was feeling an odd mixture of emotions. She didn't want to appear naive and she couldn't help wondering why Mary would say this, but she responded much to her own surprise.
"That's not true, I have been fucked. Twice."
"They don't count," Mary said back to her knowing full well the story of the chauffeur and the delivery boy. She knew that both times had been only "quickies" and that Karen hadn't even taken her clothes off either time. She knew that she had never jerked them off or sucked their cocks. She knew that Karen was practically a virgin, in both her cunt and her ass-hole.
"Well don't you sound sweet and innocent'" Harley said to Karen, still with his arm around Mary's shoulders, but now with the palm of his hand resting obviously on Mary's right tit, and slowly squeezing it as he spoke.
"This poor girl has never had sex," Harley made a mock announcement to his gathering of friends. "The poor baby has never had an orgasm."
They all moaned and groaned in mock sympathy for Karen and they of course thought it was funny. So did Mary.
"That's not true either," she spoke up in a loud, still stoned voice. "Karen has just never had an orgasm with a guy."
At this bit of news and revelation all the boys again hooted and howled, getting the drift of Mary's meaning right away.
"Oh, have we got a pussy lover here?" Harley asked.
Karen could not answer. She was humiliated by the fact that Mary would say such a thing in front of them, but she couldn't be mad at Mary because she knew that she was pretty out of it from the drugs and sex.
"Don't you like having sex with men?" the tall boy asked her, moving closer to her than anyone had been so far.
Karen looked into his eyes, afraid, yet wanting him to know that she was not a "pussy lover". She even thought that if she had met this boy sooner in the night, alone, that she would have gone off with him somewhere like Betty had done. He was a nice, well built boy and she found him attractive except for his vulgar ways.
Karen bravely drew a deep breath and decided she would answer his question.
"Yes, I like having sex with men," she said.
"Then how come you never do?" Mary asked her, as if she was on their side, all of them against Karen.
Karen found herself automatically answering
Mary back from both hurt feelings that she was embarrassing her like this and a desire to convince her that she really did want to have sex with a man. She was beginning to remember Mary's accusations again of the night before when she accused her of being a lesbian.
"I do want to have sex with a man," Karen said again. She wanted Mary to believe her, even in her stoned condition.
"Then prove it," Mary said back to her. "Prove it."
Karen was silent a moment as she looked at Mary to try and understand what she was getting at. "What do you mean?" she finally asked her friend. "How can I prove it?"
With a sweep of her hand Mary indicated the six males who were standing around her. "There's plenty of cock here," she said easily, "Let's see you get fucked by some of them. Prove you're not a lesbian."
The boys all nodded in agreement with Mary's suggestion and all seemed ready willing and able to take her on.
"I'm first," one of the smaller ones said.
"I'm second," said another one.
And then they all began shouting out numbers, as if it had already been decided that they would all fuck this beautiful girl that they had just laid eyes on. It was as if Karen didn't even have a say in it.
The tall good-looking boy who had been questioning her turned to the rest of them and with authority in his voice said, "I'm first, and don't any of you forget it."
Karen could tell from the reaction of the others that this boy was used to bossing them around and none of them was going to try and challenge him.
Then Mary said something which shocked Karen even more. "Don't fight," Mary said still slurring her words, "you'll all get your turn." And then turning to Karen she gave her a stoned, but challenging look as if she were daring Karen to prove her femininity.
Suddenly a feeling of unconcerned determination came over Karen. She was stoned and frustrated and tired of being humiliated. Miss Weaver had done the most thorough job of humiliating her that she had ever thought possible and now Mary and these boys were also doing it. Well Karen made up her mind that it would end here. She would prove to Mary and herself that she was a real woman. As much a female as Betty who was getting fucked in the woods somewhere, and as much a sexy girl as Mary who had been fucked many times and had just had her ass-hole reamed.
"That's right," Karen confirmed what Mary had said to the surprise and delight of all the boys, "don't fight, everyone will get their turn."
It was now a decision Karen had made and she was going to go through with it.
Upon hearing this Mary clapped her hands happily together and yelled, "Yeah, gang-bang, gang-bang!"
The tall good-looking boy moved to Karen first as the others stood there and watched. He put his hands around her waist, leaned her up against the car and glued his mouth to hers.
She was unsure of herself at first. His kiss was strong and firm, unlike the way anyone had ever kissed her. It was much different than she had expected it to be. Standing there with him holding her, she began to feel his arms and wrap her arms around him. She was feeling very shaky from what was happening to her and she wanted to hold on to something for support. And as she felt more secure, holding on to his strong body, she began to melt into his kiss.
Her mouth and tongue were now responding to his thrusting wet kisses and nibbling teeth. And as they stood and kissed, Karen felt her nipples stiffen. She knew that this was a sign of her sexual arousement, and she began to feel a happy contented feeling that she was being aroused by this strong, good-looking youth.
She kept her eyes closed as his hands began to undo the buttons on her blouse and as it opened and he reached around unfastening her bra and letting her tits fall loose, the other boys whistled and clapped their hands in appreciation and approval.
"Nice jugs," she heard one of them say.
"Get a load of those nipples," another said.
Karen had almost forgotten that other people were watching her until they started making their comments and suggestion, but even when she heard them she was determined that she would not "chicken out". She just remained with her eyes closed and tried to trust in the strength she felt from the boy who was now squeezing her tits and standing to one side so that everyone could get a good look.
While in the same position he lifted up her skirt and drew the applause and hoots of her friends again as the scanty pair of white panties Karen was wearing was exposed to the assembled onlookers.
The panties were indeed small and barely covered her patch, which was sticking out the top and some hair was sticking out the sides of the little white white triangle of material.
He then slid his finger under the waistband of the panties and pulled them down, exposing her bush and crack.
Again this brought loud cheers and cries from the boys and as the night air fanned her now exposed clitoris she felt her legs tremble as though she would soon fall down. The boy stopped kissing her now and leaned down to suck noisily on her nipples and at the same time he spread her pussy lips wide to reveal the pink inner walls.
He was putting on a show for his friends, sticking his finger all the way into her hole and wiggling it around so that Karen began to get wet, lubricating her hole.
"Stick a brush handle in it." she heard Mary say with amusement at her situation, "that 's what she really-likes."
This brought more hoots and questions of "You got one?" and "Is that true Karen, you like brush handles?"
Karen kept her eyes closed for as long as possible. She knew she was on display in front of this group of crude boys, but she was going to prove to herself and Mary that she liked cock and could handle as much of it as the next girl.
"I've got something better than a brush handle for her cunt," the tall boy said as he continued to finger her. "I've got this." And as he unzipped his fly and took out his large swollen cock, the other boys made a mocking commotion about the size of it.
It was then that Karen's eyes opened, more involuntarily than anything else. She wanted to see his cock. She wanted to see what was going to slide into her cunt and make her feel like a woman. And as she looked down at the bulging organ shining in the moonlight she also took in the stares of all the boys watching, like a pack of jackals waiting their turn. And she saw Mary, looking still very stoned but appraising Karen as if wondering if she would really go through with it. She also noticed that Harley now had her blouse open and was in the process of unfastening her bra again.
The last thing Karen saw before closing her eyes again were Mary's big tits flop out of her bra and into Harley's waiting hands and then looking up into the beautiful blue eyes of this boy who was now going to fuck her. She only wished that they could have done this alone, without a crowd watching them. But she knew that couldn't be changed now, and as he turned her around and bent her over the car hood she felt her legs being spread. She was bent over at the waist. As Karen tried hard to concentrate on nothing else but her pussy. She wanted to feel every molecule of this large cock that was about to enter her. If she was going to go through with this, she wanted to remember it well.
Bent over in this position the boy raised her skirt so that it fully exposed her ass and long, trim legs. And resting the skirt on the small of her back so that it wouldn't be in the way he pulled her skimpy panties down and left them at her ankles. Then standing directly behind her, spreading her cunt with one hand and inserting the tip of his cock with the other he began to slowly give Karen what she had been waiting for.
And as the cock slowly worked its way up into her tight cunt passage, Karen clenched her fists tighter and tighter to keep from screaming out loud. His cock felt so much bigger than it looked. Her cunt felt overstuffed when it was buried all the way in her and through the stoned fog of her mind and the lurid catcalls that were coming non-stop from the other boys Karen opened her eyes to look back at the boy who was filling her cunt with his massive cock.
Her pussy quivered.
He was grinning at her with a satisfied almost jeering look on his face. And as he grabbed her ass cheeks firmly to get a better grip he began to pump with real purpose in and out of her so that her cunt began to lubricate and the large cock slid easily into the hole.
"How is it?" she heard Harley ask the boy.
"Tight as a drum," she heard him reply, his voice sounding genuinely sincere. "She's got a beautiful cunt."
This, to her surprise made Karen feel good. She was being fucked by this boy in front of all these people and he was saying she had a nice cunt, that it was good and tight. It was the best compliment he could have paid her in front of Mary and when she looked over at her friend to make sure she had heard what the boy had said she saw Mary on her knees in front of Harley sucking madly on his stiff cock and hardly even paying attention to what was going on around her.
Karen closed her eyes, leaned back over the car and voluntarily spread her legs as far as possible to give her lover the best advantage at fucking her. Her mind was then lost to the exploding orgasm that was quickly building in her hot, throbbing cunt, finally cunt.
The next night, after dinner the three girls had excitedly talked about the dance, how they had sneaked out and snuck back in without being discovered, and what had happened to them in their different situations. Betty told them of being fucked by Ken in his little hideout and how he was going to write her letters and make a date with her if she could get permission to leave the grounds. She was very excited and Karen was happy for her.
Mary hadn't remembered everything that happened because she was so loaded, but she remembered most of it. Being fucked in the ass especially, and then the gangbang scene that took place with Karen. She still couldn't believe that Karen had taken on all five of the guys.
When they had gotten back to their rooms Mary was summoned for by Miss Weaver. At first they were scared for her because they though somehow Miss Weaver might still be angry about the other night, but they dismissed the thought and figured that probably Miss Weaver wanted to see her about some small infraction of the rules like not making her bed or something. Mary left crossing her fingers at the door and didn't return.
About half an hour later Karen was summoned to Miss Weaver's room again, and now she was beginning to worry as she walked down the steps and towards her destination as she had done the other night. Why would she be summoned now?? And where was Mary?
She discovered the answer to both questions when she knocked on the door andwas let in by Miss Weaver.
She ordered Karen to sit down and without hesitation told her that she knew everything about what had taken place the night before at the dance. How Karen had snuck out the window and had a rendezvous with five boys.
"Only a true, disgusting slut would do something like that," she scolded as Karen sat in amazement wondering how Miss Weaver had found this out. She wasn't even at the dance.
"This is another serious infraction of the rules," Miss Weaver continued to scold her, "and another reason for expulsion."
Karen sat numb not being able to believe that she had been caught doing something like this twice in a row, and now she could be thrown out of school again. She was beginning to feel as though she were curse, that she was destined to be sent home and the rest of her life ruined when her parents found out the kinds of things she had been doing. Even she could hardly believe what she had done.