Author: SM

Title: Her New Name

Part: 14

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-rape, IR, bondage, FF, les rom

Language: English

Her New Name—Part 14

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

By SM

(Other parts of this series can be found at: /files/Authors/SM/Her_New_Name_Series/ Just to let my readers know, the ASSTR counting log isn’t working for my files, and the ASSTR staff are swamped trying to correct some other problems, so the only evidence that these are being read are the comments. Please take a moment and send any comments to here, even if you just want to send “I read it” or something, and you can do that anonymously. That way I can have a better idea of how many people are reading these stories.)

On Thursday morning, Kari took Stacy over to the Rictnors’ with some trepidation, hoping it was a good choice for Stacy’s future. Stacy was dressed in a thong beneath very short torn-up jean shorts and a tank-top without a bra which made her look both slutty and ready to work.

After she got back home, Kari got a call from work about another employee being out with the flu for the afternoon-evening shift, so she decided to go ahead and work to cover it, since she had no idea when Stacy would be back. That way, she wouldn’t just sit around and fret about her. She’d given her enough money for a cab, just in case she couldn’t come and pick her up later. So, she got ready for work, dressing rather carefully to cover up the bruises, although thankfully she didn’t have any bruising on her neck, and her face had been covered for the target practice. It had turned out that her fears about a broken nose from the college girl humping her face were unfounded which was a good thing, too.

The afternoon was rather uneventful, except when Wendy and Josie stopped by.

“Hi, there, sweetie,” Wendy greeted her. Kari smiled and responded in kind, with a quick chaste hug for each of them since there were library patrons around. “How are you doing?”

“Good! How is everything with all of you?”

“Also, good! We just dropped by to give you that box of clothes and things, since it’s been sitting at our place for awhile.”

“Oh, thank you! I was going to sort it and leave some at your place so I could use them when I’m over there, but I’m sorry I didn’t get around to it. Things have been very busy.” She waved them closer and told them about Stacy moving in with her. “I’ll tell you more of the details when we get time. She just started the job today of housecleaner for the Rictnors’.”

“Speaking of having time at our place,” Wendy said, “why don’t you come over Sunday evening for dinner and . . . uhm, fun? We’ve missed you! And Desirae had mentioned Stacy and that she’d told them she was going to be living with you, so we already knew some of that. Why don’t you bring her along on Sunday? She’s invited, too.”

“Thank you, I’ll ask her, but yes, I’d love to come, even if she doesn’t. My guess is she’ll probably want to come too, though.”

“Well, let’s put these boxes in your car, and we’ll see you on Sunday.” Kari told the girl at the desk she was going outside for a few moments and went out and opened her trunk. There were enough boxes to fill the backseat, too, which was surprising to Kari. While they were out there, Kari filled them in about Stacy’s mom being a severe alcoholic and how her boyfriends were molesting Stacy, and so on.

“If you need anything to help her—including money, or transportation, or anything—let me know,” Wendy said. “I can easily send Lisa to pick her up and take her to and from work if she needs a ride.”

“Thank you! And for all this, too!” waving at the boxes. “You didn’t have to . . . “

“No, but I wanted to, and it’s no problem with my budget,” Wendy said giggling. She leaned over and kissed Kari on the cheek. “See you Sunday . . . say, 5-ish? I’ll send Lisa over to bring you, so you won’t have to worry about driving, ok?”

“Thank you, and see you Sunday.”

The evening went quickly because of some new books that needed to be processed for the library, so the time went quickly. She was just closed up at 9pm and went out to the parking lot when she noticed there were several cars there, and a small group of older teens. She went over to her car, and they approached.

“Hi, there!”

“Hello.” She looked at the black guy who was apparently leading the group, fumbling with her purse for her car keys. He smoothly reached over and pushed her purse against the car, while another smoothly took her work stuff out of her other arm, so she wouldn’t drop it.

“Don’t rush off on us, now, Ms. Kari,” he said in a warm voice, noticing her name tag. “We jess wanna’ chat with you . . . among other things.”

“Uhm . . . uh, ok, what about? I hope it won’t take too long, it’s late and I need to get home,” Kari said, trying to keep the shakiness out of her voice.

“Goin’ home to your lezzy lover, hey? Rumor has it that you’re a very sexy woman,” he said very warmly, winking at her.

“Rumor? What rumor?”

“Well, actually it’s more than a rumor. This pregnant gal we know said you’re all kinds of kinky, into gangbangs, being tied up an’ that you had sex with her and her girlfrien’.”

Leanne. “Well . . . it’s only a rumor. I really need to get going,” she whined, not even sound convincing to herself, because she was curious to find out what they wanted. The thought of her slut identity being talked about around town almost made her cum all by itself.

The rest of them casually moved in closer, on either side of Kari, shielding her from the road, so if a car passed by, they would only see some people talking.

“Well, before you rush off, bein’ you’re such a sexy slut, would you mind sucking all of us off? It’s only 4 guys and 4 girls. Piece of cake for a pretty slut like you. If you hurry, it won’t take long,” and he gently pushed her shoulders down and she went with it onto her knees in front of him. She just sighed and looked up at him.

“Ok.” He grinned, and his cock suddenly appeared right in front of Kari, so she took it in her mouth and started sucking. “She’s goin’ for it!” and the rest of them cheered and laughed.

“See? You love being the slut-of-the-month,” her slutself said, pointing in her mind’s eye to how her pussy was almost gushing with her juices.

“So, now I get turned on by rape.”

“Not just ‘now’ . . . you’ve been raped a couple of times, but you liked it so much, you don’t even think of it as rape. It’s all part of your new name, cunt. And besides, they’re only raping your mouth this time.”

“Ok, ok, I get it.”

“So, just enjoy and have a blast. Or, maybe that should be ‘enjoy the blasts’ . . . of cum, I mean.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let me suck these people off so I can go home.”

Somebody reached down and unbuttoned her blouse all the way, and somebody else unhooked her bra and pulled it down, so her boobs were out in view.

“Look at that! Her boobs are all bruised from being tied up and whipped. That’s slammin’!”

One of the guys laughed and started slapping them back and forth, but not very hard. The guy in her mouth filled her mouth with very tasty cum, and a gal stepped up and pushed her head back and the positioned her pussy over Kari’s mouth and nose. Kari licked and sucked fast, so she wouldn’t smother. Sure enough, the gal came very quickly, so she moved off and Kari could breathe. It went on for awhile, although not as long as Kari had thought it would. They were all very horny, so she made them cum pretty quickly. One of the girls was pregnant, and called her a nasty slut and a whore while she was riding Kari’s face, and the rest of them joined in with crude names. Whenever one of them called her “cunt” or “fucktoy” her own pussy pulsed into orgasm.

“Gee, thanks for the reminder of my new name,” she said sarcastically to her slutself.

“No problem. Glad to help, anytime,” her slutself replied.

Several of the guys pulled out right before they went off and sprayed cum all over her face, hair and boobs. One of girls actually squirted her juices in her mouth and all over her face and hair, which was something new for Kari, and it tasted wonderful. She’d never been drenched by a woman’s cum before. They were all young, about 18 years old, so there was lots of cum. Finally, she’d got all 8 of them off, so they helped her up, and thanked her—rather nicely, in fact—and gave her purse back.

“And, don’t worry; we didn’t take anything out of your purse. You’re a very sexy slut, Ms. Kari. We’d like to come by and visit again sometime.”

Then Kari remembered about the rumor.

“I won’t tell anybody about this and I’ll go along with it, if you do me a favor.”

“Yeah, what’s that?”

“Don’t tell anyone else, ok? I don’t want the whole town to know. And tell Leanne to stop telling people about it.”

“Yeah, that’s fair enough. We can’t be to blame for people finding out other ways, but we can keep it to ourselves, right everybody?” They all chorused their agreement. “And girlfrien’ here will put the lid on Leanne, they be BFF’s,” he gestured toward the pregnant girl.

“Thanks.”

“If you’re going to be cool about it, we’ll meet you again. You’ll have to give us your work schedule so we know when to meet you.”

“Ok. Come by the library when I’m working and I will. But this can only happen when it’s dark and nobody is here or can see us.” When she realized what she’d just volunteered for, her face burned with humiliation.

“Works for us,” their leader said.

They helped her into her car, with her blouse still open, her bra pulled down, with cum dripping off of her face and hair and boobs onto the front of her clothes. She sighed and pulled away, while they cheerily waved goodbye to her. She didn’t even know any of their names.

Just then, her cell phone rang, and she grabbed it with a hand all sticky with cum.

“Hello?” It was Stacy wondering if she could get a ride home, or call a cab.

“I’ll come get you, be there in a few minutes.”

She didn’t bother to close her blouse trying to keep the cum out of her clothes as much as she could. So when she got there, Stacy hopped in the passenger side, she said, “That was great!” Then she buckled her seatbelt and turned to look at Kari. It was dark, but the street light illuminated her well enough.

“WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?” Stacy asked.

“A gang of young people caught me when I was going to my car after work and made me suck them all off.”

“Gawd, you look slutty!”

“Thanks.”

“I’m sorry . . . you just look very sexy. Did they hurt you?” Stacy scooted toward her as far as the seatbelt would allow, leaned over and kissed her shoulder.

“No. Not really. They were actually very polite about it. Your friend Leanne told them about me, so I told them to put a stop to that rumor, in exchange for going along with it and not telling anyone what they did tonight.”

“Oh, no. Damn Leanne. I’ll tell her to keep her mouth shut, too, then.”

“Thanks,” Kari said wryly.

“Well, anyway, ‘Hi!’” Stacy said. They laughed, and Kari said “hi” back.

“It went great today!”

“Tell me!“ Kari said excitedly, trying to take the attention off of the cum dripping from her face and tits.

“Well, I went in and they started showing me around and telling me what and how I needed to clean in each room. They even gave me a checklist which tells me where everything is, too.

“That’s good.”

“Then I saw Fred looking at my boobs, so I offered to give him a blowjob.”

“You WHAT? . . . no, wait. I heard you. It just shocked me that you’re so calm and collected about that.”

“Well, I’m a slut like you, so I played it up. It was exciting to tell him that though. It made my pussy tingle. I’ve never done that before.”

“So, anyway . . . go on.”

“He laughed and told me to go ahead, so I unzipped him and sucked him off. After that, Desirae told me that if I was going to be a slut that I should do the cleaning with only the maid apron on—so, I did. Whenever one of them came walking by, or I came within reach, they would slap my ass or fondle my boobs. Fred even fingered my pussy a couple of times, and I was hoping he’d fuck me, but I guess they don’t fuck on the first day of work. I served them drinks for their lunch and dinner, which was simple, since they just had soup and sandwiches for lunch and ordered out for pizza on the glassed-in patio for dinner. I told them I was learning how to cook from you, but I didn’t know how yet. Fred gave me a $100 tip at the end of the evening, saying that I’d still get a regular paycheck for the hours I put in.”

“You should be learning how to cook from Joe. He’s a certified Master Chef.”

“Joe? Who’s Joe?”

Kari blushed, realizing where Stacy had encountered Joe. “He’s a guy I know.”

Stacy looked at her. “Lover, you give yourself away all the time. You said that like I should know him, like I’ve met him someplace. C’mon, who is it?”

Kari sighed again. She seemed to be sighing a lot lately with Stacy since her questions always led to something exposing or embarrassing, and her own big mouth seemed to help her get there all the time. “Oh, all right. You know the guy who came to the library and asked for my panties?”

“And then went and jerked off in them and then gave them back for you to wear? That’s Joe? And he’s a chef?”

“Uhm . . . not just any chef. He’s a certified Master Chef.”

“What’s that?”

“Well, you know in jobs how there’s a worker, then a supervisor, then a manager, then a regional manager, and all that?”

“Yeah.”

“In the world of cooking, Joe would be something like the regional manager. He’s the best cook I’ve ever seen . . . I mean ever! Even on television.”

“Wow! . . . and he has the hots for you?”

“Well, yeah. He said he might be falling in love with me. But since you’ve moved in, I’ll have to hold off on that.”

Stacy gave her a steady look. “Oh.” She thought for awhile. “Well, you can have him over any time you want, and I’ll stay at a hotel. And, if things get going with you and him, I’ll save up to get my own place.”

“Don’t get in a big hurry. I wasn’t sure about Joe, anyway. So, for now, you’re safe.”

“Oh, thank you!” She leaned over and kissed Kari’s shoulder again, since it was as far as she could reach. “You smell like cum.”

“Thanks. It’s my new perfume,” Kari said wryly. “Le essence de cum,” which sent Stacy off in peals of laughter, and soon Kari couldn’t keep a straight face and joined in.

“By the way, I forgot to tell you something . . . well, ask you something,” Kari said.

“Ok?”

“Earlier, Wendy and Josie came by and gave me all these boxes of clothes,” gesturing toward the backseat, “and they asked us to come over for dinner Sunday evening.”

“Us? Who are Wendy and Josie? And how do they know about me?”

“I wish you wouldn’t ask so many questions all in a row. I can’t keep up. When I used to do that to my ex, he would look at me and close his eyes like he was trying to be patient, and then, no matter what I’d asked, he’d say: ‘Yes.’ ‘No.’ ‘Blue.’ ‘Under the red box, Saturday night’ ‘password is honeybump,’ ticking them off on his fingers. It would make me laugh, and then I couldn’t remember what the questions were when he made me go back through them.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Anyway, let me see if I can keep them straight. One—yes, they invited both of us. Two—Wendy is probably the richest person in San Antonio, owns whole factories and lives in a big mansion, and Josie is her long time lesbian slave and I think she’s Wendy’s personal secretary as well. You could never tell all that when they’re out in public, because they drive an ordinary car and wear jeans an’ stuff. I’ve been to their mansion for . . . and uhm . . . stuff.”

“More sex parties? Oh, yeah, you said that Wendy tied you up and whipped you, I remember now.”

“Joe works for Wendy,” Kari went on, trying to keep it moving before she had to explain all the details.

“Wow!”

“And Wendy offered to help you if you need anything, by the way. She said she’d be glad to send Lisa over to give you a ride home, if you need one so you don’t have to use a cab.

“She did? How nice! So, how do they know about me?”

“Oh. I forgot that question. When they came by the library I told them about you. We’re . . . uhm, very close friends.”

“Lovers, you mean.”

“Well, I guess you could say that.

“And who’s Lisa.”

“Lisa is Wendy’s chauffeuse.”

“What’s a chaffoo-whatever-you-said?”

“Chauffeuse. A woman chauffeur. Their professional driver. She’s also a massage therapist, too, and a chef and probably a lot more that I don’t know. She’s probably the most beautiful and sexiest women I know--and she’s a painslut like me. She is sooooo sexy!” Kari almost came at the thought of Lisa’s thighs.

“But, anyway, they already knew about you some, because Desirae told them about how I’d recommended you. I told them about your mom being an alcoholic and that her boyfriends were molesting you. I hope you don’t mind me telling them that—they won’t tell anyone else. That’s when Wendy offered to help if you need anything.”

“Wow. You know some really interesting people. And, no I don’t mind.”

“That’s true. I hadn’t really thought about it like that, but it’s true. All this has happened in the past few months, so I don’t think I’ve had time to think about it, really. About the time I thought things were going to slow down, you showed up.”

“I’m sorry,” Stacy said glumly.

“No, don’t be.” Kari reached over and patted Stacy on the knee. “I probably couldn’t stand it slowing down, anyway. I’m glad you’re here now.”

“You are?”

“Yes, very much so. I like waking up with you in bed with me for one thing.”

“Thank you. I like that, too. With you, I mean.”

“So, what do you think?”

“About what?”

“Sunday, do you want to go?”

“Are you kidding? I wouldn’t miss it for anything! Of course, I want to go. I hope I behave right, though. I don’t know how to act with rich people in a mansion . . . and eat fancy food cooked by a real chef, and all that.”

“Don’t worry. You’ll be fine. You’ll see. Just try not to ask four thousand questions all at the same time.”

“I don’t even know four thousand questions.”

“I’m sure you do . . . you’re probably up to about two thousand with me already.” Stacy just wacked her on the shoulder, and they both laughed.

When they got home, walked inside and turned the light on, Stacy gasped.

“What?”

“Wow! Do you look like a sexy total cumslut or what!” Stacy said, looking at all the cum all over her. Kari looked down at herself and had to agree.

“It’s a good look on you,” her slutself offered. “And I liked that part about ‘Le essence de cum’. You forgot to tell her about your new shampoo, too . . . ‘Cum Delight by Pantene makes your hair shine!’ Available at your nearest gangbang!”

“I thought that came from you. It sounded like your sense of humor.”

“You mean ‘our sense of humor’.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“You’re quite welcome.” Kari just rolled her eyes—in her imagination, that is.

Stacy came up and licked Kari’s cheek. “Mmmmmmm . . . it tastes different though, not just guy’s cum.”

“It isn’t just guy’s cum. There were 4 girls too, and one of the squirted all over me when she came.”

Stacy licked again. “You taste good!” and kissed Kari full on the lips. “Can we go to bed like that?”

“Without a shower? I feel like an erotic postage stamp. I’ll stick to the sheets.”

“You can lay on me and stick to me, baby!”

“We’ll see, but we need to get the boxes out of the car first. I’m going to at least take off this sticky blouse.”

“Oh, yeah! More clothes!” and she ran back outside to start hauling boxes in.

Kari went to the bedroom and started to take off her blouse and then realized that anything she put on now would just get sticky, too, so she just left it on, changed out of her heels into tennis shoes and went out to help Stacy.

Stacy had already nearly emptied the back seat, so Kari unlocked the trunk and unloaded it. When she brought the last box inside, Stacy was sitting on the floor in the middle of the stack. “Can I start opening them? This is like Christmas, only better!”

“Uhm . . . why don’t you let me. Go make us some drinks! I’ll have some of that white zin.”

“Oh, that sounds good! Ok, I’ll be right back.”

Kari kicked her shoes off, made sure the curtains were closed and took her blouse and bra all the way off, and put them in the clothes washer. Then she took her skirt off, which left her in her panties and her socks. Stacy came back and put two glasses of wine on the end table, looked at her up and down and whistled.

“You are so beautiful and sexy . . . and I love you covered in cum,” and she whipped her own blouse and bra off and grabbed Kari in a hug, rubbing her tits against hers and kissed her. It went on for a long time, and then she let go of the kiss and started licking Kari’s face. “MMmmmm . . . you taste so good!”

“That tickles!” Kari said, fending her off playfully.

“Can I take you to bed this way tonight? Please? I’m so horny I can hardly stand it.”

“Let’s at least look at what is in the boxes.”

“Ok. Then I can go to bed with you and ravish your cum-covered body.”

“Next time, you can come with me and get cum all over you, then. I’m not sure I like being like this.”

“Sure you do,” her slutself broke in.

“Oh, hush. Let me keep up a little public reputation.”

“Yes Ma’am, who just sucked off 8 people and got a cum shampoo. You should be pleased, at least it was cheap. Free, even.”

“Ok, I get it. I’m a cheap cumslut cocksucking cuntlicker. You happy now? Now, hush!”

“Next time?” Stacy said, bending down to lick her cum-covered boob.

“They said . . . oh, never mind for now. I want to see what they bought me!”

“You mean you don’t know?”

“No!”

“Then what are we waiting for?” and Kari wacked her arm. Laughing, they started opening boxes.

Sometime later, the room looked like it had exploded, with clothes of all types and colors scattered around, the two of them sitting in the middle more than a bit tipsy from several glasses of wine each. Stacy kept catching Kari when she wasn’t looking and dipping her cum-covered nipples into her wine, making Kari jump, saying it made it taste “marvelous.” After each had several glasses, they ran out of white zin and they switched to some rum and coke. By then, Kari wasn’t even jumping when Stacy dipped her nipples into the wine, which she continued to do long after all the cum was long gone off of that part of Kari’s body. She kept saying it was “maverlus, juss maverlus” even so.

Lisa had ordered all kinds of sexy lingerie, panties, costumes, bra’s, negligee’s, and even two evening gowns, which Kari left covered on their hangers and put it carefully aside so as to not let them get dirtied with cum, wine or a combination of both. Stacy tried on some of the panties, and found that some of them fit her quite well, although the bras were too small. She did find some bikinis with tied strings which worked fine, and she was disappointed that the vibrating panties didn’t fit her, although they did fit Kari, so she keep turning them on and off making Kari jump. Kari was sure she wasn’t going to be able to wear all of these clothes anyway, so she gave some of them to her. And Stacy looked very sexy in them, too. She kept saying that Kari should have been a model for lingerie, and that she looked good enough to eat, which she volunteered to do numerous times.

Then there was the box full of sex toys, vibrators and dildos, some in colors matching the lingerie, along with assorted BDSM pieces as well, floggers, whips, chains, paddles, clamps and the like, even a spreader bar, which Kari remembered even though she’d never actually seen it while it was on her ankles at the Rictnors. By the time they’d ooh’d and aah’d about each item and got to the end of the boxes, they were both tired, and moderately drunk.

Finally, they staggered into their bedroom laughing hysterically at things which an onlooker--had there been one--wouldn’t have found all that humorous. Stacy got her wish for getting Kari to sleep still coated with cum of both the male and female varieties, although it was now also mixed with wine, rum and cola flavorings. By then, however, Stacy was too drunk to consummate her earlier sexual desires toward Kari, but on the other hand, she was laughing so hard she didn’t care either. So, a long and stimulating day came to an end as they giggled themselves off to sleep.

They were moving rather slowly the next morning, but Kari managed to stagger into the shower, while Stacy made coffee. When Kari came out, Stacy took her turn, and then they both sat there upright in bed, drinking coffee and trying to move the fog out of their vision and minds.

About that time, since they were both smelling good, Stacy put her coffee down, and said she was still horny from last night, maybe even hornier. “It is too bad you don’t still taste like cum, though.”

“I do in one place,” Kari replied mischievously. Stacy grinned and got between her legs for a taste.

“Yup, you do. At least the female version,” and she proceeded to drive Kari into a high state of arousal.

“Turn around! I’m thirsty, too,” Kari said, so she scooted down and they moved into a 69 which was very successful for both of them.

After that, they both sat up in bed and Kari leaned over against Stacy, thinking about how fun it had been, and wondering why neither one of them had a hangover. Maybe it was like Leanne’s cure for morning sickness.

“It’s too bad you have to work this afternoon,” Stacy said. “But, I’m not working today at the Rictnors’, so I can come with you.” That sounded like fun to both of them, so eventually they got up, got something to eat and later got ready for the library.

At the library, they got Stacy signed in and checked out on all the duties that volunteers had, and Kari showed her all about how the library system worked. She looked around later that evening, and saw a young black guy sitting at one of the tables grinning at her. It was the leader of the group who’d met her the previous night. She blushed and made a small gesture toward him to come over.

“Hello.”

“Hi, there, sweets. How’ya doin’?”

“I’m good. I should fuss with you about my clothes getting messed up, but I guess it wouldn’t do any good.”

“Prob’ly not, but ya’never know,” he grinned.

“Ok, then. You messed up my clothes,” she grinned back.

“If that’s your only complaint, I’ll just hav’ta’ replace ‘em. Gimme your sizes. My girlfriend will know what to get.”

Kari smiled at him and her cunt twitched when she thought about his cock in her mouth.

“So, what’s your name?”

“Nate. Short for Nathan. But everybody calls me Nate.”

“I’d say ‘nice to meetcha’ but we’ve already met, you might say.”

“Were you serious about giving us your schedule?”

“Well, yes. But I don’t want all that spread around all over town, and I don’t want more than who you brought last time. And sometimes I’m going to have another young woman with me,” pointing at Stacy with her head and eyes, “her. When she’s with me, it’s ok to come and talk, but let me decide if we do more. Deal?”

“Deal, except for one more couple, who would have been there, but were at the doc’s. She’s pregnant and he wanted to be there with her. Next time they’ll be there.”

“Ok, one more couple and no more. Nice of him going with her. Lotta’ gang guys don’t care about stuff like that.”

“Yeah, well, we’re not really a gang, and we do care. That’s why we only allow couples in our group, so there’s no fighting over women. And no drugs, so there’s not much else to fight about.”

“Money.”

“Yeah, people fight ‘bout money. But we’ got a sponsor, who stays out of the picture. So, we get enough money to have fun. Rule is no drugs, no fighting, no arrests. Any one of those cuts off the money. We got a good thing goin’, so everybody’s up w’t that.”

“Smart.”

“Yeah, it’s a way to survive. People think we’re a gang and leave us alone, and we leave them alone, so we don’t have no trouble. Growing up in this city is a rough go, and our group is the ones who want to come out alive to be upstanding citizens some day.”

“But sex is ok, huh? Like forced blowjobs?”

“Well, that was a risk, but we heard you was cool, so we thought we’d give it a go. If you’d really acted terrified or if you didn’t say ‘ok,’ we would have backed off and done nothin’. That’s why I didn’t get my cock out before then. Up until then, we was jus’ askin’ you.”

“Who told you I was cool?”

“Sponsor.”

“Who will remain nameless.”

“Yeah.”

“Ok. Hang on a minute.” She opened a book and wrote some things down in it. Then, looking around and lowering her voice, she said, “I’m going to hand you a book. My schedule is on a piece of paper inside it. And my sizes. Go somewhere private and pretend to read it. If you like it, you can check it out, otherwise put in on my desk when you’re done. And . . . not tonight, ok?”

“Yes, Ma’am, and thanks. You’re pretty cool. Sexy, too.”

Kari grinned and pretended to shoo him away, so he walked away smiling. Later, she saw him check out the book. She’d given him a book on young leaders and how they succeeded.

“It might help him, you never know,” she thought.

“And you get all the cum you can eat for free.”

“Yeah, that too,” she said back, her cunt twitching.

Stacy had noticed that interchange, so she came over to chat on her break. “So, what was that all about?”

“You know him?”

“Nah. Know of him, though. His group is tight, but nobody has any trouble with them. They seem pretty cool, and I heard rumors they were even studying so they can go to college, and they’re dancers, but I’ve never seen them dance. Were they the ones?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool! And I get to be there next time?”

“Yeah, if you want to.”

“Even cooler. They’ll be callin’ us the ‘cumslut sisters’ soon! I can hardly wait,” she whispered.

Kari just laughed. “Go back to work before you make me blush to death.”

“Yes, my lover, talk t’ya later then,” Stacy whispered and went back to work.

When they got home that night, the clothes were still strewn all over the living room, so Stacy volunteered to pick them up and see if she could figure out where to put them. “You go cook us something good.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” Kari went into the bedroom and picked up enough clothes to have a wash load to go with the cum-soaked ones from the night before, and started the washer, wondering mildly if they would come out smelling like cum. She was sure Stacy would like that, if they did.

Then she changed into a silky nightdress with no panties, knowing it was short enough to show a bit of her bush, and that Stacy would like it, and went to start dinner. She made some brown rice with chicken and mushroom soup, and put it into the oven, and made them both a drink, taking Stacy’s in to her.

“Mmmmm . . . nice!” she said, taking her drink and sipping it, looking at Kari’s thighs. “Your night dress, I mean. Actually, your body IN your night dress.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” She looked at what Stacy was doing, and saw that she was apparently very good at organizing things, and a lot of the new stuff was sorted into boxes, which Stacy had divided using cardboard from other boxes. She even had them labeled, so if you were looking for a particular color of panties, you may have to sort through the stack of panties, but at least it was narrowed down by type of clothes.

“We’ll have to buy another chest of drawers for this stuff. This will work great until then, though.”

“Good idea. I’ll look online. By the way, is it ok for me to use your computer?”

“Our computer,” Kari smiled.

“Oh! Thank you! So if it’s ours, then I can use it?”

“You’ll have to ask yourself . . . you might tell yourself ‘no’, so I don’t know,” Kari said grinning. Stacy laughed and kissed her on the lips.

“Let me sort one more box and then we can sit and wait for dinner, ok?”

“Sure. I’ll check my email until then.”

“OK, I’ll hurry!”

When Stacy turned the corner into office, Kari was blushed beet red. “What is it?”

“OH! . . . uhm,” Kari jumped and started to grabbed for the mouse, and accidently knocked it off the desk, so it was to no avail. She sighed. Meanwhile, Stacy moved over so she could see the monitor.

The screen showed a bunch of people around a bed, all naked, a party which included both guys and girls about college age, and one of the guys was fucking someone on a bed who was tied to all four bedposts. They all had drinks in their hands, and there were a couple of bottles of hard liquor on the table to the side. The room looked familiar to Stacy, and she absently counted five guys and two girls, not counting the one on the bed.

‘Five guys and two girls’ jogged her memory.

“Is that YOU? The college gangbang? At the Rictnors’?”

Kari looked up at her, if anything even more humiliated, and shrugged a nod. “Yeah.”

“Wow!” Stacy grabbed a chair and pulled it over close beside Kari’s and watched the guy arch back, obviously cumming inside the woman on the bed, who she now knew was Kari. Then, he pulled out and moved up and put his cock in Kari’s mouth, telling her, “Suck it clean, whore!” The Kari in the video sucked his cock very enthusiastically while he pinched and slapped her tits. Cum was dripping out of her pussy as Kari climaxed again.

“How did you get this?”

“I told you I was going to check my email and I did. There was an email from Desirae’s son, who thanked me for the great time, and said they had posted the gangbang on their pay-site, which is how they are making part of the money for college. He gave me a password for free, saying that I should check out the videos I was in on the site, and I was curious and I had just found this by following the link he gave me when you came in.” Kari felt numb that there she was now, in living color on the web for the world to see . . . well, if they paid to for the website membership. Or, if somebody posted the video someplace else. The only thing that might save her was that in the video, her makeup was so smeared you could barely recognize her, and most of the time her face wasn’t in view because of bodies in the way. The video was named, “Librarian Slut--GangBang and Target Practice,” and the description said she was a real librarian, but didn’t say where—and Desirae’s son had said it was being downloaded all the time and people were joining their site just to watch it and the other videos they had of her. Other videos? Kari was too scared to look for what those might be.

“On your way to porn stardom! Congratulations! It’s about time, though. I’ve been bored for years until these past few months,” her slutself said.

“What if my Dad and Mom see it?”

“Your Dad will probably come over and finally fuck you, if he can get it up after being so fat for so long. Your mom will probably be pleased that you’re being treated like a slut. She always wanted you to act out so she could be mad about it. That way they can be the martyrs, with a daughter who needs lots of prayer and all that. And your Dad will buy all your videos to watch when nobody is looking, and laugh that it’s all come true like he said.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right about that.”

Stacy watched to video as it continued through her being fucked by all 7 of the college students and having her clothes torn off. She continued to watch as they tied up Kari’s tits and hung her up by them, with the panties and cardboard over her face and the target practice. They had filmed it all, and by the look of it, there were several cameras around the room, and one or two which some of the students carried around. Someone had taken all the different views and edited it together like a professional porn movie.

When they got to the part where Eveready slid his cock between Kari’s legs and then bent her over and fucked her from behind, Stacy started to moan. “Gawd, that is so sexy. Would you stand up, please?” Kari looked at her a bit puzzled, and then stood up. Stacy moved behind her, and then slid her fingers through Kari’s legs like Eveready had done with his cock and began to slid back and forth. Kari’s cunt was already sopping wet, so she started moaning, too.

“Bent over for me, lover . . . please?”

Kari bent over and Stacy lifted her silky night dress and put her face into Kari’s cunt between her ass cheeks and started to lick her, rubbing her face back and forth to coat it with Kari’s juices. When she pulled away for a breath, she said, “Mmmmm . . . lover, I can hardly wait to do this after you’ve been fucked to suck their cum out of your cunt.” At that, Kari almost fell over from the strength of her orgasm. She looked down between her legs to see Stacy frigging her pussy and cumming, too. Stacy was obviously loving it, rubbing her face vigorously between Kari’s ass cheeks . . . and she kept going.

“Yeah, Stace . . . rub my cum all over your face, and suck me . . . Yeah . . . oh, I love your tongue in my cunt . . . and in my ass . . . oooooooOOOOOOH OOOOH OoOOOH,” Kari said as they both came again.

Stacy fell back, breathing hard, her face shiny with Kari’s cunt juice. Kari, turned back around facing her and plopped into her chair again, her legs open showing her dripping thighs and cunt. Her pussy lips, swollen and open, gave Stacy a peek of her innermost pink privacy.

“I want to be a total slut like you!” Stacy told her when she got her breath. Kari didn’t know how to respond to that.

“That’s great! She can be your lesbian partner for the sex shows,” her slutself said.

“What sex shows?”

“The ones that you’ll be doing at the Rictnors’ for all their friends and for the college students when they come by. I’m sure they’ll ask you for a repeat performance. Wendy might want to use you that way, too. Why do you think she bought all that lingerie for you?”

“But Stacy wants to be in gangbangs and get hung up by her tits like me, and she’s only 18!”

“Like you wanted to when you were that age, but didn’t get to. You’d be rich by now, if your parents hadn’t put the kibosh on you. You’d be a famous stripper porn star.” Kari couldn’t argue with that, except that she didn’t know if she’d have been famous. The thought made her pussy tingle again, though.

“You should try to go slow, dear.”

“Why? I’m just as horny now as I will be when I’m 50.” Kari couldn’t argue with that, either. After all, she was 50 and was that horny. Well, 51 since January, she reminded herself, but she wondered if she’d be that way if she’d been fucking and sucking the whole time since she was 18.

“Let’s go eat,” she told Stacy, and they went to the kitchen and had the chicken and rice. Then they went to bed, both of them being a bit tired from all that had transpired.

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