Her New Name—Part 4

(teen/F, panties/cum, MFF/F, alcohol)

By SM

 

Kari went outside, put on her sunglasses, sat in the swinging chair in her back yard, and for the first time in many weeks enjoyed the misty, but warm San Antonio morning, thinking long and hard about all of it. 

She was the daughter of a southern minister and a sadistic, maybe even sociopathic mother, both of whom had used sex as a weapon to get their way.  And now, she found herself finding fulfillment as “the slut of all time,” the worst picture that she could have ever imagined by what her parents had said when she grew up.  Maybe that was the answer to why it had happened, found already—was it her way of rebelling from that false image that her parents had insisted upon?

 

Kari knew the story only because she had overheard a lot of it.  No-one had told her directly.  Way back, when they were both in college, her mother had teased her father (sexually, Kari now knew) unmercifully until he had proposed to her.  Up until then, her mom had been just a country girl, uneducated, unskilled and immature, but very determined to get what she wanted, which was to get out from under a demanding and ultra-strict father, although her suitor never knew that until much later.  She knew she wanted someone who would make a lot of money.  So, she chose to woo the most popular college business major in northern Texas—and teased him until he couldn’t resist her charms.

In fact, her mom always told everyone that she had gotten pregnant on their wedding night, later saying she knew nothing about birth control.   Kari knew that was a crock—she’d seduced him, and he fucked her and, a few days afterwards, she told him that he’d gotten her pregnant, and then she forced him to marry her, in spite of his reticence to do so.  He had a career to build and he really didn’t want to get married just yet.  But, his ‘honor’ and his ‘role in the church’ said that he’d have to, in spite of his natural instinct.  Good plan.  God help us all.

That’s the way it went in those days, many years ago.  If it had worked well for the health of all, that would have been fine, but he hadn’t counted on his bride’s deceit and her subsequent plans.

In fact, her mother HAD gotten pregnant with her, much to her own surprise and dismay,  . . . and so Kari had been born in a milieu of conflict, and a ‘Catch-22’, if there ever was one.  She knew that her parents had never really worked that out, and her mom had ‘held it over” her dad’s head for decades, in order to get what she wanted, which was total independence from her father.  Whenever he pushed her, she threatened to tell everyone the truth about how he had gotten her pregnant out of wedlock.

After her dad had lived with her mother for awhile, Kari was sure he truly regretted marrying her.  She was a dictator to him, and continued to maneuver him for all those years.  Kari hated living with them at home, because the war wasn’t out in the open—‘good Christian” women didn’t fight, but if a “good Christian” man did, as in, confronting the wife, he was a horrible person who needed to “be saved”—or at least needed to “repent.”  Her mother used every dirty trick in the book, and won almost every one of those conflicts.  Apparently, “good Christian” women in the Bible Belt had no moral limits when it came to getting their way, and it’s a wonder that they aren’t noticed as the sociopaths they really are.  Not always, but sometimes.  It’s hard to tell the difference sometimes, Kari thought.

But, as it turned out, her dad fought back, just as viciously, and just as covert.  He turned on the product of his marriage (that is, the prison sentence that it had become), the daughter who had been the ‘accident’ that left him interned for the rest of his life in her mother’s chains, as it were.  To him, perhaps, the word should have instead been “interred,” as in “buried”.  His professional life died when the marriage began, totally because of her. 

To say the word “bitch” was always a taboo when her mother was present, with a death sentence attached, mostly because that was his thought for all those years--a taboo and a thought which lived for decades after that.  But, the truth is, she was a bitch, as destructive as a woman could be, and he fell beneath her rolling pin to become just as thin as an image, a picture—two dimensional, without substance.

He had tried to negotiate, and that worked on the surface . . . the only problem was that Kari’s mother didn’t care what she had said to him in the ‘negotiation,’ and had no intention of following through with it . . . she never did what she said she’d do in the ‘agreement.’  She did what she wanted to do in the first place, and she told her father in no uncertain terms that he’d just have to cover it, after the fact, financially or whatever.  So, he learned that an ‘agreement’ was what she wanted, and if she said anything else,  . . . oh, well, your loss.  In her version of marriage, cheating was normal, and in fact, the word “bitch” came to have an even deeper and more evil meaning, although no one ever spoke the word which came to their thoughts almost every day.

After he had given up normal negotiation, and had failed every time, her father had even gone through a time of months-long illness—likely as an unconscious way to fight with her mother—when everything had gone sour financially.  When he came out of it, he was never the same, became obese and functioned at about half of what he had been.

Kari’s extended family had said it was the illness that caused the decline, but Kari knew better.  That had only been a symptom, the only ‘other’ way, besides molesting her, that her dad could fight his wife, the only small revenge he could get in his marriage.

But, her father had, in fact, molested her. 

“Ok,” she said to herself, “he didn’t actually penetrate . . . er, fuck me”--but he did come into her room and make her suck him off, jerk off on her body, her face and, for some reason, her hair.  All the same, she thought about how she loved feeling warm cum on her, on her face, on her hair, on her glasses,  . . . well, just on her anywhere, really.  Maybe that had come from those early sexual experiences.  After all, she had some sympathy for her dad.  Her mom had been, and was still to this very day, such a total impossible bitch, and he had really tried.

When she had talked with the other girls at college, they said they didn’t like how guys’ always wanted to cum in their mouths or on them in any way.  So, she had pretended that she knew nothing about that—all the while, hiding the truth that she actually loved, or perhaps lusted about, having warm cum on or in her.  She had only dreamed of feeling a man cum insider her pussy.  That hadn’t happened up to then yet, but  . . . oh, god . . . she had dreamed about that almost every night.  Now, she almost always came when a guy shot his cream inside her.

 

Thinking through all that, Kari’s heart sank.  For one thing, she would never have even thought of any of this, but for the husband she had once and had lost.  It was his insight which had put most of it together, talking about it, as they went along in their 20-year marriage, and she had denied all of it as they went along.  She hadn’t faced it until these recent events had uncorked for the first time the hidden sexual desires which had come to control her. 

Actually, that wasn’t true, either.  Her husband had uncorked them the first time, and she had felt so ashamed and guilty that she had come out fighting in the same way that her parents fought, covertly, cheating at every turn, with only the goal of independence, secrecy and security at stake, the “public image” and nothing else.

During the marriage ‘war,’ she cared about nothing else, she just had to take control—it was the only way she knew how to do it.  That is, “do marriage.”  Conquer or be conquered.  Destroy or be destroyed.  That’s the only way she knew how.  Take control, or—be controlled . . .

 

Whoa.  The image of herself tied up, blindfolded and being fucked, came to her mind, unbidden.

 

These past few days had shown her how much she could get from being controlled,  . . . and she knew she’d loved it.

 

But back to her relationship with her ex--the cost had been her divorce—or, rather what she lost was her marriage.  When he’d tried to tell her, she’d shunned him and filed for divorce, never even listened to any of it, wouldn’t even speak to him until many years after the divorce.  She’d called for help from, of course, her parents, so after she’d hinted to her dad that her husband had known about what he’d done, her dad had taken out his checkbook and hired a big-money attorney  . . . and that was that, as they say.  It was over before her now-ex-husband even had a chance.

 

So, now it was now, and those happenings had already passed by, never to return.  And, it was now that she discovered that she was truly a cumslut, a cunt, and a cumdump, all in just a few weeks.

 

She took off her sunglasses, and sighed deeply.   It was a done deal, though.

“I’m a slut, a cumslut,” she said aloud.

 

“Well, that’s not the way I think of you,” a voice said.

 

Surprised, she looked up to see, Don, the teen who had been there the other night, looking over the gate into her back yard.

“Your car was here, and I’ve been knocking on your door for awhile.  So, I thought, I’d check back here, in case.   You look good wearing clothes, too.”

Kari winced at the last part.  The last time she’d seen Don, she’d been both naked and rather drunk, and that was after he’d flogged her  . . . and fucked her twice.

 

“May I come in?”

 

“Ok, but understand that I’m not in the mood for sex,” Kari told him.

 

“I’m not here for that, cu__ . . . er, Kari, I think your given name is.”

 

“Yes, my given name is Kari.”

 

He reached over and unlatched the wooden door which let him into the back yard.

“There are lawn chairs stacked over by the garage.  Get one, and sit down if you have something to say,” Kari told him.

He looked over toward the garage, strolled over and got one of them, brought it back and sat down next to her.

 

“I’m really not as much of a stud as I seemed the other night,  . . . <ahem> my mother controls a lot of things.”

 

“Oh, really?  I know quite a bit about mothers controlling things. . . . what do you mean?”

 

“Well, to start off with, she truly went crazy when my dad died.  I was just a more or less normal kid until then.  She couldn’t accept that he had died, so she turned all of it on me.”

“Even the sexual part of what your mom and dad had?”

“uh . . . especially the sexual part.  Actually, my mom didn’t tell all of you the truth about her getting pregnant these past years, and all that.  She got knocked up by her best friend this time, in truth.  I don’t know about any other times she’s been pregnant, but she partied a lot after dad died.  I wasn’t part of that.  I’ve never fucked her—and even though she said so, none of my friends have either.  I only do as I’m told  . . . and sometimes I’m told to suck her boobs, and she jerks me off on occasion.  But, in truth, I’ve never actually had sex, that is, fucking her, except for sucking her boobs and fingering her sometimes because she insists on me doing that.  And I really didn’t want to do that, even when she asked.  I’ve just tried to go along with her, because I know she’s not exactly . . . all there.”

 

Kari sighed.  “So, you pretended to be the teenage stud that knocked up his mom the other night.”

“Yes, it was just a ploy, the whole story was . . . so mom could get connected to your boss.”

“My boss?  You mean, Desirae?”

“Yes.”

          “Why?
          “You don’t know?”

          “No.  How could I know? . . . I don’t have the foggiest idea what you’re talking about.”

          “Oh,  . . . well, I guess that’s true.  It’s hard for me, too, since I’m just a kid, really.  I’ve heard . . . uh . . . things,  . . . uhm . . .  apparently Desirae is a multi-millionaire.  And she owns the factory which my dad used to own, but lost just before he died from a heart attack.  There was an inquiry about his heart attack  . . . maybe being suicide or murder or whatever . . . but no one really knows.  None of it makes sense.  At least, not o me. ” 

Kari saw tears in his eyes.

He continued on hesitantly, “But, my mom thinks she’s into kinky sex, so that’s  . . . uh . . . what it was all about.”

          “So, you flogged me and fucked me? . . . raped me? . . . twice? . . . and a lot of the cum I had to wash out of my hair was yours? . . . and it was all an act to please your mom, so she might could get connected with Desirae?  Your cock was pretty hard and there was sure a lot of cum, if it was all an act.”  Her eyes were staring straight into his, and she wasn’t going to let him get by without the truth.

          He looked directly back. 

“Well, . . . uhm . . . it was sexy, though . . . you’re sexy . . . you make me hard when I just think about you . . . sorry about that, but . . .  yeah, that’s all true, though, that I was just following mom’s directions.”

          “Really?”

          “Yeah, I know it’s really hard to believe, so if you don’t, I can understand.”

          He slumped down against his knees, looking rather forlorn.

          “I’m really sorry.  I wouldn’t treat anyone like that normally.  I don’t how to change it . . . erhm . . . with you, I mean.”

          Kari sighed.  “Well, I just figured out today that I’ve been ‘fucked,’ so to speak, by my parents, too.  I didn’t actually understand that until after you’d done what you did.  So, in some ways you helped me.”

          There was a long silence.

 

          “uhm . . . I’d better go . . . all I can say is that I’m really sorry.”

          “No, wait.”

          “Ok.”

          “uhm . . I can accept what you did as an act of obedience to your mom.  But it was still rape, in terms of fucking someone who has not giving you consent to fuck her, . . . you know that, don’t you?”

          “yes, ma’am, I know that.”

Another long pause.

“Will you ever do it again?”

“Have sex, you mean? . . . I don’t’ understand.”

“Fuck someone when they haven’t said that wanted it.”

“No, ma’am.  Not ever.  Not even if my mom tells me to.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.  . . . I mean, I haven’t been able to sleep since I did that  . . . uhm . . . to you. . ..  I don’t want to go thru that again.  Not ever.  It was . . . well . . . not ever.”

 

She stopped him.  “But, on the other hand.  . . . <ahem>  . . . uhm . . . was it . . . was I  . . . “ Kari blushed brighter than ever before.

He looked at her astonished, “Oh . . . oh . . . YES! . . . you were the  . . . best I’ve ever had!”

“Really?”

“Well, ma’am.  The truth is . . . you were the first girl . . .  er, woman . . . that . . . who . . . I’ve ever . . .”

“I was your first?” Kari was shocked.
          “uhm . . . yes, ma’am.”

Her face shown brighter than she had ever blushed before.

“Oh. . . . <another long pause> . . . Well, did you like it.”

“yes ma’am . . . very very very . . .and a lot more of those verys . . . much,   . . yes, I did.  I liked it very much. . .. uhm . . . thank you.”

 

Kari sat there and felt her horniness rise to the highest it had ever been.  She turned and looked at him. 

“You said “very very very” . . . this time, you can know that I ‘really really really’ want it!  I’m saying so NOW!”

 

It was actually several hours later that she realized it was dark.  Her lips were raw and sore from kissing him, and her thighs were raw and even bruised from fucking so hard.  Her unleashed passion had turned her into a wild woman.  He finally had to tell her that he had to go. 

He had incredible staying power sexually.  They’d fuck for awhile and she would have multiple orgasms until he came.  Then they’d rest awhile while they kissed, and he’d get hard again.  When she looked at the clock later, they had to have been fucking for about 4 hours, so far as she could figure out.  She realized to her surprise that she went to bed feeling happy for the first time in years.

 

When she woke up, still horny, the next morning, she actually felt like she’d taken advantage of him.  Guilt hit her hard, and she took a long shower to try to get her head back in place.  But, the only thing the shower did was remind her of the cum which had been in her hair since the orgy at the Rictnor’s. 

 

The next day, she had to work at the library, and so she wore a usual middle length dress, and so on.  When she put it on, she actually paused and thought about what Desirae, Bob, Fred, Don, and even Victoria would think about her choices from her wardrobe.  “I’m going to the library to do my job . . . sheesh . . .  getting too paranoid, aren’t I?” she said to herself.

 

          However, about 3 in the afternoon, she was working at her library desk and someone approached.  Automatically, she said, “May I help you?” as she looked up.

          “Yup.  You sure can.”

          It was Joe.

          She blushed bright red, thinking of the last time he had come to her house and . . .er . . . all that. . . . she tried to push those memories away.

          “<ahem> ok . . . uhm . . . how can I help you  . . . I mean, here in the library . . .  with the books an’ all the other people an’ stuff . . . <heheh>.”  She felt very ill at ease, caught between her job and him, and hoped the conversation wasn’t going to get her in trouble either way.

          He looked at her with lust in his eyes . . . “easy enough,  . . . uh . . . ,” and he bent over towards her, beckoning with his hand.  When she moved closer, he whispered, “give me your panties.”

          “uh, sorry?  What did you say?”

          He looked at her and said quietly, “Do you really want me to repeat it?”

          She looked around, and at that particular moment, no one else was in line to get assistance, and none of the other library employees were looking in her direction.

“uhm . . . what . . . why do you want them?” she whispered back.

He bent over towards her again, and whispered, “I’m going to jerk off in them and then bring them back in here and give them to you so you can wear them, with my cum on them, for the rest of your shift.  How does that sound?”

Kari’s cunt suddenly got hot and wet and quivered.  She was at work, though, so she had to play this carefully, she knew.

“uhm . . . uh . . . ok . . . <louder> so, let me take a short break, and then I’ll look for it, ok? Be right back!”

“Well, sure!”  Remembering him saying that on a recent night, her cunt twitched.

 

When she went to the back, she thought about Joe’s panty and cunt-licking fetish  . . . after all that had gone on this past month, she decided to give him what he wanted.  He’d actually been very nice to her, well, maybe except fucking her when she was drunk, but otherwise, he was probably just a horny guy who could use some . . . er . .  uhm . . . sex.  So, she took off her panties, put them partially into her cunt and rubbed herself to an orgasm which she was sure would soak them with her juices.

When she came back out from the back room of the library, he was standing a bit nervously by a shelf of non-fiction books, so she said aloud, “ok, I think I found what you wanted, sir.”  He looked relieved and came up to the side of her desk.

“Here it is,” she said as she handed him a book about anatomy  . . . with her panties tucked securely underneath.

He felt the wet silky fabric underneath the book she had handed him, and smiled.

“Thanks, . . . I’ll be back in an hour or so, probably less.”

“Ok, always here to help anyone who needs the resources our library has to offer.  See you in an hour or so then!  ” Kari replied cheerfully.

 

He returned after about an hour, came up to her desk, leaned close to her and said, “Actually, it could have been about 2 minutes, but I was trying not to look unusual  . . . and by the way, thanks for the . . . uhm . . . juices.  . . . are you busy tonight?”  He handed her the book back with the panties underneath.

“Well,  . . . uhh . . . uhm . . . uhm . . . what do you mean?”

“If you’re not busy, you could come over to my place . . . having a small, quiet party about 5pm or so . . . would like you to come? . . . if you need a ride, I can pick you up.  Whadda’ ya’ say?”

“Well,  . . . ok . . . I’m not busy tonight, and yes, it might be good if you picked me up since I don’t know where you live—but, I need to be back home by 10pm, ok?

“Well, sure!  . . . about 4:30 then, ok?”  She had misgivings when he said that, but it was too late to change anything.

She took the panties back to the restroom and when she was alone, she brought them up to her face and smelled them.  The scent of the mixture of her cum and his was almost intoxicating.  She found a place on them where his cum had gathered a bit and put it into her mouth and sucked.   She felt sluttier than ever.  The orgasm she had just then was enormous and she had to lean against the wall to keep from falling down.  This was the second time, counting Don, that she clearly had chosen to do something sexual.  Always before it had been--had to be--someone else’s choice.

          “Whoa . . . I’d better slow down,” she said to herself.  She put the panties back on and could feel the juices against her pussy and thighs.  She hoped that no one else would detect the smell of cum hidden under her dress.  Nevertheless, she was conscious of the cum sticking against her thighs and pussy for the rest of the day.  As it dried, her panties stuck to her skin, so she could feel them every time she moved.  By the end of her shift, she was so horny she could hardly talk.

 

She finished at the library about 4, and drove home, feeling a bit anxious about Joe’s invitation, but thinking that maybe he’d forget and she wouldn’t have to go with him.  He was a strange fellow, but had been more or less kind to her, if you leave out the part that he took advantage of her being drunk and had fucked her and that he had a panty fetish . . . oh, yeah  . . . and he loved to suck pussy according to Ralph.  Other than that, he s a great guy.  Kari blinked a bit at those thoughts.  What was she doing, going to a party with him then?  He’s totally nuts!

At that moment, she thought about the fucking she had gotten from Don in her own back yard.

[“Oh, shit.   Don is 18, under the thumb of a rich and crazy mother . . . and, there’s no way that would work, being with him . . . Oh, God! . . . and there’s this Joe, guy, totally crazy, wants me to sit on his face, raped me when I was drunk.  I’m wearing panties soaked in his cum . . . and I’m going to a party with him.  I’m either going insane . . .  or I’m really becoming a total slut.”]

 

He didn’t forget, though, and showed up at her place at 4:30.  She hadn’t really done anything to get ready, because she didn’t really know what kind of a party it was going to be.  Besides, she honestly didn’t want to take her cum-soaked panties off, even though they were dried now. 

“Hi, beautiful!”  He said when she met him at the door.  “Ready?”

“Give me a few minutes.  I’ll be ready in a minute.”

“Ok, no prob.”

She had always been late to things.  So, she just went into the bathroom and washed her face a bit and applied some makeup . . . fussing around a bit, wasting time.  Now, she didn’t really want to go, thinking she’d said yes on a reflex.  But, it was too late to change that. 

Finally, she came out.  He was pacing around nervously, but when she came out and picked up her purse, he brightened and took her arm, moving her to the door. 

“You look great!”

“Thanks,” she said a bit dully.  “I didn’t know what kind of party it was going to be, so I didn’t really dress up or anything.  I’m still wearing what I wore to work.”

“Well, to me, you look great, anyway.”

He opened the passenger door of his car, and helped her in, then ran around and hopped in the driver’s side, and took off right away.  She sat there without saying anything.

“How’d your day go?” He asked her.

“Fine.”  When she got nervous, she also got shy.

“<ahem> . . . I hope . . . what I did helped your day be a bit more interesting.”

“Well, yes . . . in fact, it did.”  She blushed at that, thinking about the fact that she was still wearing his cum on her panties.

“That’s good.”  She was silent, so he just went on, trying to get her to start talking.  “It’s not far . . . I live over on the west side.”

“Ok.”

Her lack of conversation made him a bit nervous.

“Are you ok?”

“Yes . . . just a bit tired.”

“Winding down from work?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok.”  He shut up for the rest of the drive, looking a bit confused.

 

She realized that she wasn’t making it easy for him.  Sitting there made her remember that he’d fucked her while she was passed out.  That made her a bit frustrated.  On the other hand, she had gotten off on him cumming in her panties.  She sighed.

“You ok?”

“Yeah . . . look, I’m sorry.  I have lived alone for . . . uh . . . since my divorce, so I’m not used to talking right after work.”

“You don’t have to come to the party if you don’t want to.”

“No, that’s ok . . . I’ll try to relax, just give me some time, ok?”

“Well, sure!”   It had started to make her nervous when he said that, and she always had a flashback to when he’d met her at the door in the rain and in a wet t-shirt--and, then fucked her after she passed out.

They got to his place shortly after that, which saved her from any more conversation.  There was only one other car there, which surprised her.  He helped her out of the car, and took her to the door, and just went in.

The outer door opened into a medium sized living room, where there were two women sitting on a couch, both somewhat chunky, one brunette and one blonde.  They were sitting very close to each other, Kari noticed, with their thighs touching.

“Hi, girls!”  Joe said to them.  “Meet Kari . . . my  . . . uhm . . . date for tonight.”

“Hi, Kari.”

“Kari, this is Josie and Wendy.  They are . . . uhm . . . a couple, although they like to swing.  Very fun people to party with!” Joe said.  Lesbians. They always made her nervous.  She had been taught that lesbians were an “abomination” to use the biblical term.  And she’d met Joe at church.  “That’s curious,” she thought.

The one called Josie, the blonde, hopped up on her feet and came over to Kari, giving her a big hug. She had rather big boobs, and although Kari’s were D-cup, she was a petite build, so she felt Josie’s ‘cushions” rather strongly.  And then, after the hug, Josie gave her a kiss on the mouth.  Not just any kiss, either.  Kari felt her tongue reaching in to touch hers.

“You’re pretty!”  Josie said.  “Joe said you’re fun to party with, too.”  Kari blushed at that.  “He said you had some interesting body writing after the last party you went to.”

“uhm . . . I guess . . . I . . . uh. “ Totally at a loss for words.

“Want to show us? . . . or did you wash it off already.”

“uhm . . . no . . . uhm . . . not now, please.”

“Heheh,” Joe said, “she just got off work, girls, so let her settle a bit.  Anyone want a drink?”

“We already helped ourselves,” Wendy said.  She was a petite woman, built a lot like Kari.  “What can I get you?”

Joe said, “I’ll have a rum and coke . . . and last I saw, Kari likes those, too.”

Wendy raised a questioning eyebrow at Kari, who just nodded to avoid having to decide.  She went over to the bar and made a couple of drinks, and brought them over to Joe and Kari.  “Here you go, Kari.  Have a seat here on the couch with us, won’t you?”

Kari looked around and saw that the only other chair was taken already by Joe, so she just sat down, finding herself between Josie and Wendy.  Both Josie and Wendy sort of snuggled close to her and Wendy put her hand on Kari’s thigh.

“So where do you work?”

“I’m a librarian.”

“That’s cool!  I love books, although I’m starting to like reading on my new Kindle.”

Kari took a sip of her drink to try to hide her nervousness, and coughed at bit.  It was very strong.  Thinking back to the night of at the Rictnor’s she decided she would rather be a bit numb, so she started drinking faster, and had actually almost drained her glass in a few minutes.  In her mind, she heard Desirae tell her to drink whether she wanted to or not.  Sure enough, on an empty stomach, she could feel a warmness in her cheeks, and a bit of dizziness.

“My, you’re a drinker, are you?  Let me freshen that up some more,” Wendy said, as she took her glass and went over to the bar.  When she came back, she handed it back to Kari, sat down close to her again, and started talking about her favorite authors.

Kari recognized all of them, of course, and they talked about some of the nuances of some of the authors.  Kari kept drinking, so it wasn’t long before she was sort of losing focus. 

“I think I’ll put on a DVD,” Joe said.  Josie and Wendy both said that it was a great idea. 

“Play that one about the party,” Wendy said.  “I love that one.”

“Sure.”  He went over and put a disk in and started it.

Kari started trying to focus on the screen, but it seemed a bit blurry.  Vaguely, she thought she saw a group of people having a party naked.  One of the women was bending over the couch, tied up, and another woman was underneath her sucking on her pussy.

“Joe told us that he went over to the library and asked for your panties and you gave them to him.”

“uhm . . . yes,” Kari said, not used to talking about such things.

“And then he jerked off in them and gave them back.  Did you put them back on?”

“uhm . . . yes.”

“Cool! . . . did you take them off after you got home, or are you still wearing them?”

“uhm . . . still . . . uhm . . . “ Kari was having a little trouble forming her words.

“Cool! . . . Let me see!”  Josie said, and moved her hand down, which had been on Kari’s thigh, and pulled up her dress.

“mmmmmmm . . . you can see the cum spots . . . very kinky!” and she bend over and put her nose on Kari’s panties and breathed in deeply.

“Joe’s always had a thing for panties.  He uses Wendy’s to cum in rather often.  I think they smell sexy on her after he cums in them.”  She moved down between Kari’s legs, spreading them apart.  Wendy had moved around behind Kari, saying, “You look like your shoulders could use some relaxing,” and began rubbing Kari’s shoulders.

Josie started rubbing Kari’s thighs and then actually bent down and started smelling her panties again, moaning with pleasure.  Kari almost dropped her drink.

“Oh, sorry,” Wendy said. “You’d better drink that before you spill it,” she giggled.

Kari wasn’t thinking too clearly, but thought that was a good idea, so she took a big drink.  She was totally out of her league in this situation.  The rum spread through her body, as Wendy rubbed her shoulders. 

“Let’s get this bra strap out of the way,” Wendy said, as she reached down and unbuttoned Kari’s dress in the front, then slid her dress down over her shoulders.  Moving Kari forward a bit, she unhooked her bra and moved it out of the way, too.  Then she reached down and started fondling Kari’s boobs.

Meanwhile, Josie had started sucking on Kari’s cunt through her panties.  Kari had no idea what to do, so she just sat their letting them do whatever, while taking another drink.  Dimly, she realized that somewhere along the way, both Josie and Wendy had gotten naked, and looking across the room, she could see that Joe had his cock out and was stroking it.  Josie’s boobs were even bigger when they were unrestrained.

“I think Joe deserves some more panties,” Josie said, and reached to Kari’s waist, pulled her panties off and tossed them to Joe.  He grinned as he caught them, but said, “hey, I’ve already cum in these.  Let me have yours.”

Josie laughed and reached down to get them and tossed them to him.  He wrapped them around his cock, and went back to jerking.  She went back between Kari’s legs and started sucking her cunt in earnest.

Wendy moved around and sat down beside Kari, and after a long kiss on her lips first, she leaned over and starting to suck on Kari’s left nipple.  Even through all the booze fog, Kari started feeling the orgasm build.  Just then, Josie’s tongue reached into her cunt hole and then licked upward, catching her clit on the way.

Kari came . . . big-time.  And everything went black.

 

When she came to, Joe was fucking her, while Josie and Wendy were on the carpet finger-fucking each other.

“Hey, she’s awake!” Joe said.

“Great!” and Josie pulled her finger out of Wendy’s cunt and moved over and started French-kissing Kari, and fondling her tits.

“AWLKWWWLK!” Joe said as he came inside Kari’s pussy.  Kari orgasmed from that, as always.  Josie said, “Great! . . . I can lick his cum from your cunt while it’s still warm!” and she moved down and proceeded to do just that.

Kari was still a bit drunk, not to mention feeling rung out from all the stimulation and orgasms, so she couldn’t really do anything, just lay back and watched it all happen.  Wendy was on the chair where Joe had been, masturbating herself as she watched Josie suck the cum out of Kari’s pussy.  Joe was laying on the floor, apparently too tired to move, although he was watching the sexy activity all the same.

Kari had never had a woman suck on her cunt before, so immediately her “slut-within” took over and she started having those multiple orgasms.  It was too much for her system to handle, though, so everything went black again.

 

When she came to, Joe was carrying her to the door of her house.

“You said you had to be back at 10:00.  Here we are, and it’s only 9:45,” he said smiling.  “But, I need your keys to get in.”  He carefully put her down on the front porch chair, and handed her purse to her.  Kari was barely functioning, but she reached in and found her keys.

He took them, unlocked the door and carried her into the bedroom and laid her down, putting her purse by the bed.  He kissed her, pulling the quilt over her, shut off the light and left.  Kari was out before he went out the front door, locking it as he went.

 

She woke up a few hours later, with a headache and needing the bathroom, and realized she was still dressed, although she was missing her bra and panties.  She saw them on top of her purse, so she after she took some Tylenol, she just crawled into bed and went back to sleep.