Author: SM

Title: Her New Name

Part: 13

Universe: SM, Her New Name

Summary: A divorced librarian, daughter of a minister in the Bible belt, discovers that she is irresistibly drawn to slutty experiences.

Keywords: F/FF, MF+/F-gangbang, IR, bondage, FF, les rom

Language: English

Her New Name—Part 13

(F/FF, MF+/F-gangbang, bondage, FF, les rom)

By SM

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She took the two young girls back to the library and dropped them off, since they often went there, and they had to have some place to call from to talk to their parents. Then she went back home and starting catching up her housework, knowing that she’d be going to work at the Rictnor’s that evening.

Several hours later, her cell rang. It was Stacy.

“Leanne got grounded.”

“Oh, no! What happened.”

“Well, apparently yesterday afternoon, her parents got the brilliant idea of setting her up to date one of the sons of an ‘upstanding family’ from the church, meaning a one of the deacons. So, the other parents and the guy were coming over to talk with Leanne about dating her. They made all kinds of condescending remarks to Leanne about how they were ‘helping’ her since she was pregnant, and all that. Leanne said that part made her gag. Anyway, they waited until Leanne didn’t show up on time, and then went home, and the plan is to come over as soon as Leanne was found, which means tonight. Leanne said she knows that guy—he’s a jerk—pretends to be all goody when he’s at church, but he’s screwed a couple of the cheerleaders and then dumped them, and he smokes weed and she’d even heard that he’s been doing crack.” Stacy blurted all that out in a rush, so she stopped to catch her breath.

“Oh, no!”

“Yeah. So, anyway, she can’t be with me for a month because she ‘stayed overnight’ with me without asking, since that’s what we told them. They didn’t even bother to call to check with my mom. Leanne’s actually done that before, but they didn’t care then. The only reason she got in trouble was that they got embarrassed with those other people. I think they’re a bunch of scumbags. They don’t really care about Leanne.”

“Well . . . maybe not,” Kari said, thinking that her own parents were that way, too, although they had been much stricter on her activities.

“I hope I can spend some time with you . . . I don’t have any other friends,” Stacy said, almost pleading. “I’ll help you do stuff . . . I mean, like housework and give you backrubs, and stuff. I’ll even help at the library.”

Kari sighed. Having Stacy around might be difficult. But, Kari always had a hard time saying no to anyone. And, actually, helping at the library might be good for Stacy.

“Ok . . . yeah, why don’t you come to the library on Friday, the next time I work, and we’ll get you signed up as a volunteer. Your mom will have to sign a form, though.”

“I can get her to do that. I just have to wait until she’s almost drunk and then she’ll sign anything.”

“Well, since I have to work this evening at my other job, why don’t you go over to the library and pick up that form? Tell them you’d talked with me, so all you need is the form to take home to your mom. They have them at the front desk.”

“Ok. . . . I wish you weren’t busy tonight.” Stacy sounded abandoned, but she suddenly changed the subject. “So, are they going to have one of those sex parties tonight?”

“I don’t know what’s going to happen tonight.” Kari’s pussy tingled, knowing that she would likely be involved with some kind of sex. “Just get that form taken care of, so you can help me at the library.”

“Ok. Talk with you tomorrow?” She sounded down, but there wasn’t anything Kari could do about it.

“Ok. Talk with you tomorrow, then. I gotta’ run, I’ve got tons of stuff to get done before I go to work. ‘Bye.”

“’Bye.”

Kari had to scramble to get everything done in time, but she managed. After cleaning the house somewhat (a “once over quickly”), she had a hard time figuring out what to wear. She knew that panty hose wouldn’t get by the Rictnor’s rules. She slid on several panties, and looked in the mirror, and shook her head, knowing they wouldn’t work. Finally, she just found a pair of shiny nylon panties and took some scissors, and cut the crotch out, and cut them a bit up the side, in hopes that Fred would find that kinky enough. Then, she found her shortest light blue dress and slipped it on. It was a summer dress which really should have been worn with a slip under it, so it was somewhat see through. She didn’t wear a bra, in hopes they wouldn’t be upset with the fact that she hadn’t gotten any new clothes to fit their expectations.

She wore heels, and tried to put her makeup on in a seductive style, blue eyeliner, some blush, and red lipstick. When she got done, she thought she looked like a skanky street whore, very crude—in fact, in some ways, she thought she looked worse than a whore. Finally, after all that scrambling, she headed over to their house.

Fred let her in, saying ‘hi’ and looking her over with an eyebrow. With the door still open, he flipped up her dress and laughed at the home-made crotch-less panties, even stepping around to flip it up in the back, showing her ass to the whole street.

“I gather you didn’t get your new clothes yet, so you improvised.”

“Yes, sir.”

He reached down and felt her pussy lips. “And you’re already wet. I guess I’ll let this go without any punishment. Obviously, you’re trying to obey. You look like a real skanky whore.” He tweaked her nipples hard enough to make Kari jump, and then waved her by into the house, her almost cumming from the humiliation.

“Well, this might just be a good time to have a slutty whore available,” he said to Bob, “with Desirae’s son coming through town bringing all his college buddies.” Kari vaguely remembered hearing from them that Bob was Desirae’s second husband, and that she’d had several children in her first marriage.

“True. I was wondering how we were going to entertain them.”

Kari’s mind turned back to that conversation with her slutself about a gangbang with college students on spring break. This wasn’t spring break, but the gangbang seemed to be approaching anyway.

“Come here, then,” Fred said to her, going into one of the side rooms. She followed him into short hallway, and then into a bedroom decorated with all kinds of sexual pictures. There was even a mirror on the ceiling above the bed. There was also a hook with some chains and pulleys hanging down from the ceiling over in the corner, which she didn’t quite understand. He pointed to the bed and told her to lie down on her back, which she did. Then he fumbled around by the bedpost above her head and she watched in horror as he handcuffed her wrist to it. She was speechless with shock, so he had put another one on her other wrist before she could say anything. She opened her mouth, and then just closed it again, realizing it was too late anyway.

He then put restraints on her ankles which were not as tight—and they seemed to be attached to some pulleys somehow so she could move her feet up and down, but they kept her legs spread open.

“They should be here any minute, so you just relax until the party starts.”

“Well,” her slutself said, “Stacy will enjoy hearing about this.”

“If I tell her.”

“Oh, come now. You will love seeing her get turned on when she hears you got tied up and gangbanged. It will make her day.”

Kari was too much in shock to argue with that. Besides, it might just make Stacy’s day.

At least it wasn’t 10 guy’s and 10 girls who came in drinking all kinds of hard liquor and fucking her off and on for the evening. It was, in fact, only 5 guys, and 2 girls. After the first round, Kari begged them to let her up for a bit, and so they asked her if she’d do everything as they commanded if they let her go. She agreed. So, after that, she was used by all of them no matter where she was standing, sitting or lying down. Her dress was torn into shreds in the first hour, and she wondered if her nose was broken from when one of the girls humped her face hard during her climax. She asked for a drink, which they provided . . . and then refills as needed, so Kari to bring on that numb feeling. She was covered in so much cum from all of them that she stuck to the chair whenever she sat down.

One of the college students was a small statured black college guy who they called, “EverReady”—and she overheard someone say that he was like the Eveready Energizer Bunny in reverse, he “keeps cumming and cumming and cumming strong . . . and he’s still cumming!” She discovered their description was accurate. He seemed to have almost a perpetual hard-on and she lost count of how many times he fucked her in all 3 holes—mouth, cunt and ass.

After about an hour, the guy who was Desirae’s son said, “let’s string her up!” which sent a chill down Kari’s spine. They whooped and hollered and grabbed her and tore the remains of her clothes off, and moved her over into the corner. Soon, the mystery of the hook and chains was explained. They tied rope around her tits tightly, with one length going around her back, so the rope couldn’t slip forward off of her boobs. Then they attached the hook to the rope between her boobs, and began to pull her up with the rope leading to the come along winch until she was on her tiptoes, her boobs growing more purple by the minute. One of the guys said, “Let’s have some target practice, too!” and pulled what looked like a gun from one of the drawers under the bed.

“We’d better blindfold her, cover her face,” she heard. “Angela and Fawn, take off your panties!” he commanded the two college girls. They did, and one pair was put into Kari’s mouth, then the other put over her head and over her face, covering her eyes. Then they put something like a piece of cardboard between her blindfold and her face, which didn’t seem to make sense to Kari, but she wasn’t thinking very clearly at all.

Then they pulled the rope on the come along winch and lifted her off the ground by her tits, swinging a bit from her attempts to reach something to stand on. Then, she heard a ‘pop’ and something hit her right boob, and she heard them cheer. It stung, but didn’t seem to penetrate the skin. She felt bait on a fishing hook and her humiliation was enormous, so her cunt juices were dripping all the way down her legs.

So, the target game started with what appeared to be rubber bullets shot out of an air gun. They devised a scoring system, so much for hitting her in the nipples, so much for her pussy, her ass, and so on, and they swung her back and forth so she was a moving target. The rubber bullets hit her all over in time, as the hook swiveled, so she could turn around to show all sides. It wasn’t long before she came very hard and everything started to seem to be in slow motion. The ‘pop’ of the bullets on her skin seemed to some distance away, and she felt like she was floating.

The next thing she knew was she was lying on her back and someone was putting some ice chips in her mouth. She felt someone between her legs, and looked down and saw Eveready about to plunge his cock into her pussy.

“Hey, man, give’er a break first! She totally passed out, you know. Don’t be a jerk!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah . . . ok, shit . . . I’m just horny from watching her swinging by her tits like a piece of meat, you know! That was hot! And, after all I won the shooting contest! I hit both nipples, her cunt and ass dead center!”

“Well, hold off so she can breathe. Don’t want to fuck her to death, you know!”

“Alright, alright, already. I’m backin’ off.”

Strangely, Kari wanted him to fuck her, didn’t want him to back off, but she couldn’t seem to talk through the fog that seemed to be all around her. Someone lifted her up and a cup of water was put to her lips and she drank. She looked down at her body to see there were deep bruises around her boobs, and spots all over her skin—from the rubber bullets, she realized.

After awhile, she stood up on shaky legs and everyone clapped for her, which she thought was a bit strange. Someone handed her another drink with ice in it, and she took a drink. Eveready came up behind her and slid his cock between her legs against her pussy lips. She felt him start to move back and forth, and she moved her legs wider apart, feeling another orgasm building. She put her drink down so she wouldn’t spill it and he bent her forward over the end of the bed and slipped his cock into her cunt from behind. He fucked her until she had several orgasms in a row, and everything went black.

“See, I told you not to be in such a big hurry, motherfucker!” she heard when she came to, lying down again on the bed, while someone was giving her more water. The words were not spoken in anger, more like old friends joshing each other. “I think she’s had enough for the night. I’m getting tired, anyway, so let’s get to bed.” The others seemed to agree and someone sort of wiggled her around to get her under the sheet which was still soaked with cum and put a comforter over her and they left. She was asleep before the door closed.

Bob woke her up sometime late in the afternoon, saying she probably needed to head home, since they were headed out to the airport soon. He offered her a ride, if she didn’t feel up to driving. She shook her head, saying she’d drive, and got up. Knowing her clothes had been torn up, he handed her a summer dress and an envelope.

“Desirae thought this dress would fit you ok—at least to get home. And here’s some money to reimburse you for your clothes, plus the hours you put in, plus a bonus. We know you haven’t been able to do any cleaning, so we are going to hire someone else to do that, so from now on you’ll just be one of our servants.”

She thanked him, and put the dress on--which fit ok, although she was still sticky from all the cum--and headed out to her car.

When she got home, Stacy was waiting on her front step looking forlorn. She hopped up and ran to Kari’s car, and jerked the door open almost before Kari could bring it to a stop.

“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN! I’ve been calling your cell, and didn’t hear from you. I was worried SICK!”

“I’m sorry. . . . Things got a little crazy last night. I only just now woke up and drove home. My cell is probably still shut off, since I shut it off while I’m at work. I’m sorry,” as she gingerly started to get out of the car.

“Oh! . . . what happened?” Stacy looked concerned.

“I’ll tell you about it later. Let me get inside and take a shower first. I’m all sticky.”

“You’re all sticky? From what?” Kari looked at her and sighed at her rapid questions. She was tired, so she was a little irritated at having to deal with Stacy right then.

“From what? Well, ok. You asked. I was in a gangbang, and they hung me up by my tits, and had target practice on me with an air gun with rubber bullets, and they fucked me a lot and I’m sticky from all the cum all over me.” Stacy blinked and her mouth came wide open.

“Wow! They hung you up by . . . ”

“Stacy, please wait about all the questions. I’m very sore and I need a shower.”

“Ok, ok . . . I’m sorry. I was just worried about you,” and she hugged her. When she did, it squished Kari’s sore boobs and she groaned from the pain.”

“Oh! Oh! . . . you’re hurt!” Stacy said. “Here, let me help you,” and she took Kari’s arm and helped her inside and into the bathroom. Kari was a little unsteady on her feet, so she was glad Stacy was there to help at that point.

“Ok, but please just don’t talk for awhile. Ok?” she asked Stacy.

“Ok.” From then on at least Kari didn’t have to think too much. Stacy helped her take the dress off, and her breath caught when she saw the dark bruises circling Kari’s boobs and the spots where the rubber bullets hit her body. “Wow!” she said under her breath.

When Kari got in the shower, Stacy got in with her, helping her get the water the right temperature. The spray stung her skin, but after the initial shock, it started to feel good. Stacy got a washrag and put bodywash on it and started to rub Kari’s shoulders.

“Ow!”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry.”

“Just go easy.” So Stacy started moving very slowly, gingerly stroking her skin, and Kari started to enjoy that. And, she noticed with some chagrin that her pussy was getting wetter, which stung a bit, but she was clearly getting turned on.

“Not now!”

“Why not? You’re a bi-sexual painslut and Stacy is horny and wants to suck your horny cunt. You’re horny, she’s horny. Can’t see what the problem is,” her slutself said.

“I’m sore.”

Her imagination saw her slutself nod. “And?”

Her mind flashed to Eveready fucking her over and over.

“See? And you wanted him to fuck you to death . . . so to speak.” Her pussy actually spasmed in a mini-orgasm at the thought.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You groaned.”

“Oh.” Kari blushed and turned around facing the water spray to hide it. “Yeah, I’m ok.”

Stacy started washing her back, and it wasn’t long before she got down to her ass, and started using the washrag on her asshole. Kari jumped.

“Wow. You got fucked in the ass, too?”

“Yeah.” Stacy washed it very carefully, then started down between her legs, and Kari tensed up, trying not to groan when she touched her swollen pussy lips.

“Wow.” Stacy was down on her knees looking up at Kari’s cunt from behind. She didn’t say anything more, but Kari knew she was looking at how swollen her cunt was from all the fucking. Instead, she washed on down to Kari’s feet. Kari stepped out of the shower. “Go ahead and take your shower. I’ll dry myself off, and I’ll be in the living room having a drink.”

“Ok,” Stacy replied, closing the shower door and grabbing the bodywash.

Kari put on the kimono because it was so smooth on her sore skin, although it made her look like a geisha-whore. She hoped that Stacy wouldn’t know about that. She got herself a rum and coke, and since she was getting used to it, she made it rather strong. Her mind was an interesting mix of numbness in one way and racing images of being hung up by her tits and fucked like a piece of meat all night long. She remembered the envelope that Bob had given her and reached over, took it out of her purse and opened it.

Inside was $2,000 in twenty-dollar bills.

“Wow!” Stacy echoed her thoughts as she came up behind her and saw the money. “You got all that just from one night?”

“Yeah.”

“Wow . . . whores make good money! But, you said you were a maid there, didn’t you?”

“Well, yeah . . . they said they were going to hire someone else to do the cleaning so I was now just one of the ‘servants’—meaning they just want me as a fucktoy whore.” She took a big drink of her rum and coke.

“Can I have a drink, too, please?”

“Well, yeah, I suppose.” Stacy went into the kitchen and Kari just sat there, feeling rather drained, but horny at the same time, which she found weird. Stacy returned with her drink, still with a towel wrapped around her from the shower.

“Go get one of the robes off of the hook behind my bedroom door. You can wear that.”

“You mean you don’t want me to just go naked?” Stacy said, wiggling her eyebrows and grinning. Kari laughed.

“Well, I admit that would be nice to watch, but not now, ok?”

“Awwwww . . . ok,” Stacy replied and disappeared toward the bedroom, returning with a robe on, but she’d left it open to show her boobs and bush. Kari looked at her and snorted a laugh through her nose.

“Well, I’m horny!” Stacy said.

“So, you’re trying to seduce me, I take it?”

“Of course! You’re sexy!”

“Even with all these bruises and all that?”

“Especially with all those bruises and all that!” Stacy replied. “It turns me on to see you like that, very kinky!”

“So, you like kinky sex?”

“I think so . . . I’ve never been in a gangbang, but I’ve read lots of stories and seen porno videos and I frig myself off all the time like that. I wake up at night sometimes, dreaming about being gangbanged, and getting cum all over me. I couldn’t stop thinking about how you were probably at a sex party last night and I was hoping you’d come home and tell me all about it. I didn’t expect it to be quite so extreme as being hung up by your tits and used for target practice, but I was hoping you’d tell me the whole story eventually.”

Kari sighed, and took another drink. Stacy sat down between her knees, and leaned back to one side with her legs open. Kari could smell her horny pussy and she felt Stacy’s hand on the inside of her thigh.

She started drawing circles with her fingernails, which Kari noticed were kind of long and ragged. She probably needed to show her how to care for her nails too, she thought. The sensation was arousing all the same.

“So, will you?”

“Tell you the whole filthy, nasty, slutty story, you mean.”

“Yeah,” her voice laced with sexual tones.

“Well, after I talked with you, I started trying to figure out what to wear. They have a dress code for me . . . “ she started out, and told about cutting her panties and applying makeup that looked worse than a skanky street whore, going in and Fred feeling her up and pinching her nipples at the door, then finding out that a bunch of college students were dropping by, and being led into the kinky bedroom and handcuffed to the bed.

Stacy took a big drink of her rum and coke, and then put it down and started rubbing her pussy when Kari started talking. As it went on, her eyes grew even more excited and her mouth opened a bit as she licked her lips, and her hand moved faster and faster, fingers slipping inside her cunt-hole and pumping in and out, her hips starting to move.

“Then the college people came in, 5 guys and 2 girls, and they were drinking hard liquor and they started playing with my tits and pussy, and one of the girls sat on my face as the other one fingered my cunt. . . . then I felt her fingers pull out and someone’s cock thrust inside me.” Stacy groaned and jerked in climax at those words, and then leaned back and breathed hard, while she licked her fingers off. As Kari went on, she started fingering herself again.

Kari told about the guy they called “Eveready” and when she told why he was called that, Stacy laughed and got up and sat on the arm of the chair closer to Kari. Her robe was sort of in the way, so she slid it back off of her shoulders, her boobs wobbling in Kari’s face as she did so. Kari licked her lips as she looked at them.

“Like what you see, do you?”

“Well, yes. You have bigger boobs than I have. I’ve always wanted big boobs.” Stacy reached down and took the hand Kari wasn’t using to hold her drink, and put it on her left tit. “You can play with them all you want. But, please go on with the story.” Kari fondled her boob for a minute or so, took another drink, and then started off again.

She told about all her clothes being ripped apart and all of the guys fucking her, either in the cunt, ass or mouth, and several of them more than one of those—especially Eveready, who did her in all 3 more than once before the party ended. Then she talked about hearing them say they were going to string her up, and how that had scared her, thinking they were going to hang her, and then finding out they meant they were going to tie her tits and lift her that way. The target practice idea scared her again, and then finding out that they protected her face with the cardboard inside the panties on her head, and were using an air gun which shot rubber bullets, which stung and bruised her, but didn’t break the skin. She had a hard time explaining how she felt floaty and went into subspace. Then she told about how she woke up and Eveready fucked her again, and she passed out, and on to the end until she drove home.

“So, that’s the whole story, and you probably think I’m a horrible person for letting myself be used like that, and even going over there knowing that something like that might happen.”

“No, I don’t think of you as horrible, just very slutty and sexy. And, I heard about that subspace thing in a porn story about a submissive,” Stacy said, leaning over with her boob brushing the side of Kari’s face.

“It’s an incredible feeling, that’s for sure.”

“You’re a submissive, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have a Master?”

“Not really.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, there are two guys who spank me and whip me and all that, not counting all the bondage and whippings at the Rictnors, and then there is . . . well, a woman named Wendy who dominates me, too. She’s very rich. And, well, Desirae Rictnor dominates me and whips me sometimes, too.

“You said they needed someone to clean their house. I think I’ll apply for the job. That sounds like a fun place.”

“I don’t know if you want that.”

“And . . . by the way, I was going to ask you something.”

“What?”

“Can I move in with you?”

Kari leaned her head back and looked at her. “Can you what?”

“Can I move in with you?”

“I heard you, I mean . . . I was just . . . why?”

“Living with mom is hell. She’s always drunk. And . . . well, uhm . . .” For the first time, Kari saw Stacy blush. “Several of the guys who she got together with over the years molested me.”

Kari just looked at her, not knowing what to say.

“They used to come to find me after she passed out, and do all kinds of things, beat me with a belt on my ass and boobs, make me suck them off, and fuck me in the ass. They used to tell me they didn’t want me to get pregnant with one of their bastards, so they wouldn’t fuck my pussy. They fingered me a lot, though, and pushed all kinds of things inside my twat, like the broom handle, and the handle to the toilet brush. One of the meaner ones even pushed the brushy end of it into me. I was sore for a week, and worried myself sick that I’d get an infection, but eventually I got over it.”

“And you want to go to work at the Rictnors where they will treat you like that?”

“I got used to it, and it started turning me on after several years of it. It’s probably going to happen again, especially if I stayed with my mom. So, why not get paid for it?”

Kari blinked. Hard to argue with that.

“But, if I move in with you, then at least I won’t get beat around and abused for free.”

“I can see what you mean.”

“Yay! I’ll go and get my stuff and move in tonight. Can I have some money for a cab? I don’t have that much anyway.”

Kari hadn’t meant that she was agreeing to her moving in with her, she’d just said she knew what she meant. But, it was too late, and Kari had never learned how to say no, especially when it would be devastating to Stacy.

“You’ll have to do your part around here,” she protested lamely.

“Oh, I will, I will, and I’ll even pay you rent—if they will hire me to clean their house, I mean. So, can I have some money? And where do the Rictnors live, so I can go by and apply.”

Kari just waved her hand at the envelope full of money, and said, “take whatever you think you need,” and shook her head, mostly disgusted at herself for letting herself get maneuvered into letting Stacy move in. She felt totally powerless to stop it, though, so she just let it go.

Stacy leaned over and kissed her full on the lips, which some tongue included, then jumped up, got dressed and used her cell to call a cab. While she was waiting for it to arrive, she hopped into Kari’s lap and hugged her, rubbing her boobs against Kari’s face and kissing her all over her face and even her forehead.

When the cabbie pulled up, she kissed her again, and ran out, telling Kari she’d “be right back!”

Kari sat there feeling like her life was on a roller coaster, and she was too mentally tired to figure any of it out. So, she just got another drink, turned on some music to listen to, and sat back in the chair.

She realized she must have fallen asleep when Stacy came in carrying a suitcase. The cabbie came in just far enough to put a box and another suitcase on the floor by the door, and waited only long enough to get a tip from Stacy before he left. Stacy ran over to Kari, and got on her lap again.

“They hired me!”

“They what?”

“They said that if you recommended them, that they’d hire me. One of them, . . . Bob, I think his name was, made me show him my ID to verify that I am over 18, and then they said, ok, to come to work Thursday morning. Can you give me a ride over there, please?”

“Well, either that, or I’ll give you money for a cab. Ok, so you’ve got a job, too.”

“Yeah! Everything is great! And I’m hungry, what do you want to eat?”

“I’m too tired to cook.”

“I’ll cook! . . . uhm . . . but, maybe you can tell me what to do? Nobody ever taught me how. To do anything, really, except school.”

Kari felt her embarrassment, and got up. “Ok, I’ll sit at the bar, and you can do all the work.”

“Yes!”

The grilled cheese sandwiches weren’t burned too badly, because Kari noticed the skillet smoking in time to catch them. And the tomato soup didn’t tasted too scorched, if you didn’t stir the bottom of the saucepan. But, it was a meal, and Stacy and Kari laughed a lot about it. The rum helped it down, too, and by then Kari was buzzed enough to not worry too much about anything. She hadn’t really eaten since she’d gone to work at the Rictnors, if you didn’t count the many ounces of cum that she’d drunk from hard cocks and the pussy juice that she’d sucked out of the 2 girl’s cunts.

“So, how is Leanne doing?”

“Oh, ok, I guess. She said she’s getting close far enough along in her pregnancy not to want to do much, except lay around and play with her pussy. The doc has put her in bed rest because of . . . whatever you call it, something that would mess up the baby.

“Toxemia?”

“Yeah, whatever . . . I don’t know what it is . . . She says she misses me, but she told me her dad heard her gripe to me on the phone about being horny, so he’s coming in at night when her mom is asleep and fingering her until she cums, then she sucks him off. She’s hoping he’ll fuck her.”

“Oh, no . . . that doesn’t sound good.”

“She can’t get more pregnant, after all. Well, anyway, she says she’s pissed off about the way they treated her when she got pregnant, so she’s determined to be as slutty as she can be. She rambles on and on about it. She told me that as soon as she has the baby, she’s going to run away and start hooking on the street. She says she’ll make big money when she’s lactating.”

Kari thought about it, and how angry she was about the way her parents treated her—and how tempted she’d been to run away. “Unfortunately, she’s probably right about that. The only thing is that she could get badly hurt or even killed, or pick up some sex disease.”

“Yeah, that’s where I would have probably ended up, except for you!”

“So, instead you are going to work at the Rictnors and try to get used as a painslut.”

“But, not get badly hurt or killed, and not get some stupid disease . . . and get paid good money for it.”

“I hate to admit it, but you’re probably right that it’s a better choice than you had.”

“And, I get to stay with you—as long as you’ll let me.”

Kari sighed. “I don’t know how well it will work, to be honest with you. I haven’t lived with anyone for a long time, and I was actually starting to think about connecting with one of those guys and seeing where it would go. I’m very tired of waking up alone. The thing is, with you living here, it’s going to make it hard for them to come over . . . at least to sleep with me.”

“Well, as soon as I start earning money, you can have them over any time you want, and I’ll just go stay in a motel until you tell me it’s ok to come home.”

Kari felt a bit guilty about how that conversation went, and tears came to her own eyes when she felt that tug on her heart since Stacy called it “home.” She gave Stacy a hug, “Let’s go to bed, then.”

During the summer, Kari usually just wore panties to bed, but when they got to the bedroom, Stacy looked a bit anxious when Kari put some on. “I don’t have any clean panties. In fact, I only have a few pair anyway.”

Kari looked at her, and went over and hugged her again. “Well, then I won’t wear panties tonight, either, and we’ll have to go shopping tomorrow. After all, you’re slutty roommate just made $2,000 by being the main dish at a gangbang, and she wasn’t expecting that money. The bills are all paid for the month, and we’ve got food, and I’m not going to tell the IRS about that $2,000, so it’s not going into the bank. We’ll just have to spend it!”

“Oh, wow! I’ve never been shopping like that in my whole life!”

They hopped into bed, and it felt very good for Stacy to snuggle up to her, except when she touched her boobs, which were very sore, especially to touch.

“How odd that it feels good to hurt like that.”

“Not to a hardcore painslut. Gangbangs suit you very well, it appears. You’ve been sore, but even that’s making you horny. You’re addicted to all of it, now.“

“Addicted. Gee, thanks.”

“Well, aren’t you?”

Stacy was too excited to go to sleep, so she started making out, and it wasn’t long before she was sucking on Kari’s sore pussy lips. And, after Stacy made her cum, Kari decided she wanted more of that pussy juice like she’d had so much of the previous night, so she told Stacy to sit on her face and she reached up and fondled and pinched her boobs, sucking until Stacy came, too. Finally, they were able to settle down and drift off to sleep in each other’s arms.

The next morning, Kari woke up with the wonderful feeling of someone snuggling up against her.

“Good morning,” Stacy said against her neck.

“G’mornin’. Did you sleep well?”

“Yes, my lover . . . very well indeed. Best I’ve slept in a very long time.”

“Even better than sleeping with Leanne?”

“Yeah, lot’s better. She’s sexy, and she’s my best friend, but she’s very high maintenance and she whines a lot.”

“How do you know I’m not high maintenance?”

“Well, first off, you’ve been living by yourself for a long time, so I could move in with you. Secondly, you know how to cook. And, thirdly you’re taking me shopping! . . . at least, I hope that’s still the plan.”

“Of course, that’s still the plan.”

“That’s something I’m going to have to get used to. The people I’ve been around never do what they said they were going to do.”

“Well, I may not do that ALL the time, but I try to, at least. . . . Although, I broke a lot of promises and agreements when I was being a bitch to my ex-husband.”

“Was he bad to you?”

“No . . . the other way around. He was too good to me, so I’d start feeling guilty and need to be punished, and pick a fight or screw something up so I’d get punished.”

“You did that on purpose?”

“No . . . I didn’t realize it until . . . well, just lately, actually. Within the past few months. Before that, I was boring, just worked and came home, never went out . . . until I started working at the Rictnors’—since then I’ve discovered I’m a total painslut whore fucktoy who needs to be used and whipped and fucked a lot, not necessarily in that order. So, now, I have a new name, well, several actually. Sometimes, my name is ‘cunt’ and sometimes my name is ‘fucktoy’.”

Stacy giggled. “That’s hard for me to believe. That you’ve become that only in the past few months, I mean.”

“Well, it’s true, even so. Except that my dad molested me when I was young. He told me that I’d become what I am now, and it’s finally coming true.”

“Wow. That’s what mom’s boyfriends told me, too, while they were beating me and fucking my ass and all that.”

“Maybe that’s why you and I seem to get along.”

“How ‘bout some coffee, my lover?” Stacy asked.

“I’d love some, but I’m too lazy to get up yet.”

“I’ll make it . . . be right back.”

“Wait! I thought you said you don’t know how to cook?”

“I don’t . . . but I know how to make good coffee!”

She did know how to make good coffee, and brought it to Kari in bed along with some muffins for them to eat.

“We’ll get crumbs in the bed.”

“I’ll lick them up just for you . . . and then, I’ll just lick you up!” Stacy replied. Kari laughed and took a muffin.

They got going soon after they took a quick shower, since the idea of shopping with $2,000 sounded like a lot of fun. Kari was able to find some clothes that fit Stacy well enough, since hers hadn’t been washed yet, although her boobs almost stretched out the sweatshirt that Kari gave her. It made her look sexy, though. Kari’s panties almost fit her, just a bit tight, so their hips weren’t all that different in size. Her pussy lips showed through the fabric in a wonderful camel-toe, so Kari just had to bend down and kiss her there. Stacy shivered from the kiss.

“You’ll have to wear that sweatshirt and these panties to the Rictnors’ on Thursday. You’ll get your nipples pinched within the first few minutes with them poking out like that.”

“Unless we buy something sexier today,” Stacy shot back.

They headed out, and on the way, they made a list of what Stacy needed—along with a few things that Kari needed.

They had a blast all day long. Trying on all kinds of clothes, knowing there was plenty of money, laughing at each other with all the different styles. They ended up buying enough clothes for Stacy to wear an entire week without repeating anything, as well as clothes like shorts and tank-tops for casual wear. They tried out different samples and bought makeup for Stacy, too, which was all rather new to her, but she said she felt pretty for the first time in her life. Kari wasn’t used to buying much all at the same time, so by lunchtime, they had only spent half of the $2,000, so they stopped and ate at a fairly nice restaurant.

They went to the lingerie shop after that, and unfortunately couldn’t try anything on, because of health laws. Right next door, there was a sex novelties and video shop, and Stacy said she wanted a buttplug and nipple chains and some things.

“I could never afford things like that. The only dildo I have is one I stole from mom while she was drunk, and Leanne ordered me a vibe online. That’s all I’ve ever had.” So, they went next door.

They got carded at the door, and the gal checking them looked at Kari, and said, “You’re 50 years old?”

“Yeah, I’ve looked young all my life. When I was in my early 20s, people thought I was still in middle school.”

“Well, there’s no doubt you’re at least old enough to come in here. Let us know if you need any assistance.”

They went all around the shop, Stacy looking at things in wonder, and they bought several things there. Kari even bought a matching buttplug to go with Stacy’s, which they joked a lot about later. They also bought a double-headed dildo with some lube, which sounded like fun, and some nipple chains, and even a slut paddle and a riding crop.

“I want you to tie my tits up like they did to you,” Stacy told Kari after they had gotten back to the car.

“Well, unless you think you think you can handle chains around your boobs, we can buy some rope at a hardware store, like Lowe’s or Home Depot. If you think you can handle it, we can buy some chain there, too. I’ve never had my tits tied with chains, but it makes me hot even to think about it.”

“Can we buy the stuff to lift me off the floor by my tits?”

“I don’t even know what to buy for that—or how we’d even hook it up to the ceiling. My ex-husband would probably do it, but it would be kinda’ hard to ask him to. If you want that badly enough, just ask Bob or Fred, and they’ll use the stuff at their house.”

“Yeah, sure—I can hear it now. ‘Honey? Could you come over and put in the pulleys and rope to lift us up by our tits? No, you can’t watch us when we do it—just come over and put it in,” Stacy mimicked in an imitation of Kari’s voice. They both laughed until their sides hurt.

When they got home, they still had $250 left, so they bought pizza on the way home, and several bottles of rum, some white zinfandel wine and a bottle of champagne. They opened the champagne, ate some pizza and started trying on all the things they had purchased, which was a lot of fun, especially when they got to the sex toys. Kari found the buttplug a bit difficult to put in since her ass was so sore, but she finally got it inserted. After that, she was on the verge of cumming the rest of the evening, since her ass had always been a huge erogenous zone. She’d always had mega-orgasms when anyone fucked her in the ass.

Stacy was just beside herself with joy, having all those new things. Kari moved some stuff around and found closet space for her clothes, and cleaned out a drawer full of extra stuff for Stacy’s panties and bras. In the bathroom, she found a basket which Stacy could use for her new makeup, even though she really didn’t know how to use it yet. After it was all put away, except for what they were wearing, Stacy caught Kari in a huge hug and held her for a long time, while Kari hugged her back. When she looked up at Kari, she had tears in her eyes.

“This has been the best day of my life . . . thank you. I’ll . . . I’ll really try to make things work good with you, here I mean. I don’t have anywhere else to go. But, you’ve treated me better than anybody has ever before.”

Kari looked at her with moist eyes, too, and reached up, moved Stacy’s hair out of her eyes, and stroked her cheek. “I’ll try hard, too. It’s going to be a lot different for me, too, you know. We’ll just have to make it work.”

They went to bed and made love like everything depended on it. And maybe it did.

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