At sixteen she was sweet, young and innocent.  At seventeen she was a virginal, blushing bride.  And now?  She's only eighteen and is already an accomplished slut.  Not that I mind all that much, after all, I'm the guy who made her one.

I was twenty when I met Carrie Ann, and, as I mentioned above, she was only sixteen.  I knew the minute that I laid eyes on her, without a single doubt in my mind, that she was meant to be my soul mate for life.  In most places, and under most conditions, it would have been impossible for me at twenty to have anything to do with her, but circumstances this case were not normal.

 Carrie Ann's dad had died in Vietnam and her mother had become the town drunk and part-time whore and it was as one of her mother's customers that I first met Carrie Ann.  I'd come naked out of her mother's bedroom to get a drink of water and found Carrie Ann sitting in the kitchen doing her homework.  I was embarrassed, and not for the reasons that you might think, but because the woman I was going to marry (I swear that I knew it the moment I saw her) had just seen me come out of her mother's bedroom.  Carrie Ann might have been young, but she was definitely old enough to know what was going on behind those closed doors.  The look she gave me said, "Another one of mother's dirt bags” and I stopped on my way to the sink to look at her and say, "That's no way to look at your future husband."

 She gave a loud snort at that one and went back to her schoolbooks.

 "I mean it!" I said as I walked back into her mother's room to get my clothes.

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I'm not going to waste the time describing my courtship of Carrie Ann other than to say that it took me six months to break through her shell and get her to go out with me (it probably helped that she didn't see me with her mother again - although I was still fucking her).  It took me another six months to fully convince her that I fully intended to marry her and that she might as well get used to the idea.  We were married by a justice of the peace and Carrie Ann moved into my apartment.

 In the sex department Carrie Ann was totally inexperienced, but her youthful exuberance more than made up for that lack of experience, and I was teaching her how to do and enjoy the things that I liked doing.  The were however, a few glitches in the program - Carrie Ann did not like to suck cock, she would do it, but only halfheartedly, and she absolutely, positively would not let me fuck her in the ass.  Fortunately, for me at least, there was someone available to take care of my needs in both those areas - her mother. 

Mona gave the best blowjobs I'd ever gotten; that woman could suck a bowling ball through a garden hose, and she positively loved taking dick in her poop-chute.  I used Mona on a regular basis to satisfy those two needs and the interesting thing was that Mona wouldn't take my money anymore.

"I can't charge you.  For Christ's sake, you're family."

 It was my relationship with Mona that was Carrie Ann's downfall.

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It started when the company I work for decided to expand the plant.  The low bidder was a construction company from out of state, and while they did hire a lot of local talent, they brought most of the heavy equipment operators with them.  I got to know these guys pretty well, showed them where the best bars were and got in the habit of stopping with them for a few beers after work.  One night one of them asked me, "Where can a guy go in this town to get his ashes hauled?"

 I immediately thought of Mona and I told him to wait a minute while I made a phone call.  I called Mona and filled her in, but she told me:

 "I can't do it tonight Hon, I'm already booked, but I don't have anything going for tomorrow." 

I told her I'd check with the guy and get back to her.  "Can she handle more than one?" asked my new friend.

 "She has before" I replied. 

He said, "Ok.  Set it up for tomorrow and tell her there will probably be five of us."

 I called Mona back, "I don't care how many there are.  If their money is good, I'll pull the train."

The next day I gave the guys the directions on how to get to Mona's and they took off.  I decided to stop for a beer on the way home and was surprised to see Mona sitting at the bar - she was falling down drunk.  I sat down next to her at the bar and said:

 "What are you doing here?  You were supposed to meet some guys at your place." 

Mona looked at me with bleary eyes, "Today? I thought it was tomorrow" and she tried to stand up, but couldn't quite make it.  She settled back onto her barstool and motioned for Bill, the bartender, to bring her another drink.  The guys would be pissed at me tomorrow, but there was nothing I could do about it now.  I kept Mona company for about an hour and then I headed home. 

I didn't worry about Mona because I knew Bill would put her on the cot that he had in the back room and let her sleep it off.  He would probably fuck her a few times while she was there, but I guess you could call it a fair trade.  I got home and found the house strangely dark.  I turned on the kitchen light and noticed a piece of paper propped up on the table and picking it up I read:

                        Honey,

                              I've gone to mom's to get some of the clothes

                              that I left there.  Be back soon

                                                                                        Love,

                                                                                       C. A.

I dropped the note on the table and was headed to the fridge for a beer when an ice-cold hand clutched my heart - the sudden realization that Carrie Ann was at her mother's place and I had sent five very horny guys over there.  I ran for my pickup and I ignored every speed limit sign I saw on the drive to Mona's.  I kept telling myself not to worry.  Maybe Carrie Ann had already gone before the guys got there.  If not, surely she could explain that a mistake had been made - these were nice guys, they would understand.

 I pulled up in front of Mona's house and the Barton Construction Company Chevy Carryall was still there.  What was worse, so was Carrie Ann's Chevy Nova.  I ran up the front steps and went in the front door and stopped dead.  There was no one in sight, but from the bedroom I heard Carrie Ann's voice:

 "Next!  Come on guys, don't wimp out on me now.  I still need some more…" and then muffled sounds, like some one had put something in her mouth while she was talking.  Then a man's voice, "Feed it to her Bill" and a different voice. "God, but I can't believe how tight her cunt is for a whore."  And then another voice, "Turn her over, I want to fuck her tight ass again," and then Carrie Ann's voice, "Oh yes.  Fuck my ass - I love it" A man's voice, "Stop talking and put your mouth back where it belongs.  Yeah, that's right.  God, but you do suck a mean cock."

 I quietly went back outside and circled the house hoping that I might be able to see in the bedroom window.  Luck was with me, the blinds were down but the slats were in the open position and I could see in.  It was just turning dark and with no light behind me I guessed that they wouldn't be able to see me.  I watched for an hour and a half as the five guys took turns on Carrie Ann.  They fucked her face, they fucked her cunt, and they fucked her ass.  What killed me the most was the look on her face - she loved it.  And to my great surprise, so did I!  I had a stiff cock the whole time I watched.  I didn't even go limp when I jacked off and blew a load onto Mona's vinyl siding.

Finally, the guys had had enough and they all dressed and left and as each one went out the door he put money on the dresser.  I waited until I heard the Carryall pull away and then I went out and got in my truck.  What do I do now, I thought, and then the anger hit me?  Not at Carrie Ann, or even the Barton Construction guys - I was angry with myself.  I loved the silly bitch with all my heart and I should have just gone into the bedroom when I first got here.  I've no clue what might have happened except I would have been there for her if she needed me.

 I got out of my truck, went into the house and walked to the bedroom.  Carrie Ann had showered and was standing naked drying off with a towel.  She gave a sudden start when I walked into the room and then she shrugged and said;

 "You're too late, they have already gone."

 "I know" I said, "I watched them leave after I watched you through the window for the last two hours.  What happened?  How did it start?  I watched you take it in the ass and give some great blowjobs - stuff you wouldn't do for me.  Why?"

  She looked at me with a frown.  "What do you mean how did it start?  It started because you sent them over here to fuck me.  At first I wasn't going to do it, but the more I thought about it the madder I got so I decided to do it and enjoy it.  I let them fuck my ass to spite you.  Now I've got a question for you.  How could you do such a thing to me?  You tell me I'm the light of your life, that you love me more than life itself, and then you tell five strangers that they can fuck me all they want?"

 I stood there with my mouth hanging open for several seconds before blurting out that I had not sent them over to do her.

  "But they told me that you had sent them over and told them that it wouldn't matter how many of them there were.  That if their money was good I'd pull a train for them." 

I took a deep breath, "Honey, I called Mona last night and asked her if she wanted their business.  She said to send them over tonight and that she didn't care how many there were and the business about the money and pulling the train.  I saw Mona at the bar when I got off work and asked her why she wasn't here.  She told me she thought it was supposed to be tomorrow.  I ran over here as soon as I got home and saw your note, but I was too late." 

Her face drained of color and she started to cry.  I took her in my arms, "Don't worry baby.  We will work through this.  If nothing else, the memory of you and those five guys will keep my dick hard for years to come." 

She pulled her head back from my chest and looked up at me, "Do you mean that?  Do you really mean that?"

 I smiled at her, "I told you a long time ago that you were my soul mate for life.  There is nothing you can do or say that will ever change that."

And then I kissed her.  She had showered, but hadn't yet brushed her teeth and I tasted the cum of her five lovers.  The reaction was as immediate as it was surprising - I got an instant hard on and as I started to shed my clothes Carrie Ann said:

  "Well, besides your memories there's one other good thing to come out of this."

 "What?" I asked.

 "I found I like taking it in my ass," and she got on the bed on her hands and knees. 

It wasn't as tight as it would have been if I'd gotten there first, but it was tight enough.  I fucked her butt for a good five minutes and I was almost ready to cum when she said:

 "We still have a problem."

 "What?"

I asked as I picked up the pace.

"Two of the guys made appointments to see me tomorrow and they paid in advance." 

The sudden image of Carrie Ann being fucked by two guys sent my sperm boiling out the head of my dick and I blasted what felt like the biggest load of my life into her ass.

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We had a long talk that night, between bouts on the bed - I could not get enough of her that night.  It turned out that she loved having multiple partners and had had so many orgasms while being gangbanged that she lost count.  She wanted to do it again and often.  What was I going to say, no you can't?  I remembered how turned on I was outside the window.

 Carrie Ann kept her appointments the next day any many more after that - she was extremely popular with the guys from Barton Construction, two of them even asked her to marry them (we never did let them know she was my wife).  But I never realized what a slut she had become until the night I came home to find a note:

                                        Lover,

                                           I'm over at mom's.  Dinners in the oven.  I

                                            I may be home late.  Don't wait up.

                                                                                        Love,

                                                                                         C. A.

My curiosity got the best of me and I drove over to Mona's.  As I was walking toward the front door, Mrs. Haight, Mona's neighbor, passed me on the street.  She gave me a look of pity:

 "I tried to tell you, but you wouldn't listen.  Like mother, like daughter.  The leaves don't fall far from the tree.  Tsk Tsk.  What's this world coming to" she muttered as she walked away. 

As soon as the front door closed behind me I heard the noises from the bedroom.  It sounded like an orgy.  I walked to the bedroom doorway and even though I expected to find Carrie Ann with a cock in at least one of her orifices, I was not prepared for what I saw.  There was a man lying on the bed and Mona was sitting on his cock.  She was bent forward at an angle that accomplished two things - it allowed the man behind her to slide his cock in and out of her asshole and the man leaning against the headboard to feed his cock into her mouth.  And there was my little slut - on the bed next to her mother with three guys in an exact mirror image of what Mona was doing. 

I looked at the pile of money on the dresser and I wondered, as I began undressing, how long it would be before Carrie Ann was making more money than I was.  That thought was pushed out of my mind by a new one - which one of the six holes was going to become available first?