KAREN.STY  --  WCFF, 4/93

               FAN LETTER FROM KAREN

     [This is a copy of another E-mail message Megan passed on to
     me to share; please let me know if you're interested in
     still more.  This is published with Karen's permission, of
     course.  When I talked to Karen, I asked her to describe
     herself.  She says she is 5'5", 110 lbs., a lean and limber
     brunette with blue eyes.  Her measurements are 36C-24-35,
     and she lives in southern California.  I have edited the
     letter a bit, to clarify a few points and to remove Karen's
     user id, but Karen has approved all changes. --  Linda K.]

Dear Megan,
     I enjoy reading your stories.  I never wrote to a writer
before, but I saw the letter from Honey and thought you wouldn't
mind some more fan mail.
     You are a lot older than me, because I'm just a college
freshman, but some of what you wrote about I like myself,
especially doing it with more than one guy at a time.  I just did
it for the first time last weekend and it was great!
     It was sort of an accident how I did it (at least, on my
part).  I was out on my bike, just riding around on the country
roads to keep in shape.  It was a sort of warm day, so I was just
wearing a t-shirt and shorts, and my helmet of course.  Anyway,
when I was about 10 miles from home, a tire blew out which is no
big deal usually.  I've patched about a hundred of them, I guess.
     I found a nice grassy place where I could work on it in
comfort and stretched out to catch my breath a minute.  While I
was resting, before I even got my toolkit opened, Billy (a guy
that I'd dated a couple of times) and two of his buddies pulled
up in a van.  I knew them because they were all in my biology
class my first semester and I'd seen them around campus and at
frat parties.
     Billy jumped out and yelled "are you alright?" as he ran
over, and Tom and Kyle followed him.  I told him yes, and what
happened, and he offered to fix it for me.  One of the other guys
gave me a Coke which I was really ready for, and we sat around
watching Billy, with Tom telling me all about his new van they
were driving.  But when Billy got the tube out, it was a
disaster, it had blown a tear about six inches long and I didn't
have a spare with me.  I know that's dumb, I usually do.  What's
worse, I heard some thunder far away, and knew there was a pretty
good chance of a storm soon.
     Anyway, I asked Tom if he could haul me and my bike back to
campus.  He looked at the other guys and winked, then looked me
up and down real slowly, and said if they gave me a ride, maybe I
should give them one first.  
     I didn't catch on at first, but the way he said it and
looked at me made me feel sort of sexy but scared at the same
time.  My nipples got real hard and I felt something hot and
sticky between my legs that wasn't sweat!  Reacting like that
sort of made me blush and look away, and all of a sudden I was on
my back with Tom sort of laying on me, squeezing one tit real
hard and trying to kiss me.
     I pushed at him and tried to squirm away more or less
automatically, and all of a sudden I was free!  Billy had grabbed
him by the shoulders and pulled him off me.  He told Tom to leave
me alone, that he wasn't any rapist and wouldn't put up with
fucking girls who didn't want to.  
     I was really grateful and sort of hid behind him.  For a
minute it seemed like Tom and Kyle were going to fight him, and
I'm ashamed to admit it really made me horny that they wanted to
fuck me so bad they'd tackle somebody as big as Billy, whose a
football player and really powerful.  They just stood glaring for
a minute, then Tom jerked his head, and he and Kyle walked to the
van.  
     They got in and he said, "Come on, Billy, let's go!"
     It was really clouded up now, big fat storm clouds, and
Billy argued that they should take me and my bike, but Tom
refused, saying it was his van.  
     "Nope, a ride for a ride" is what he kept saying. 
     I couldn't help it, I started crying, real softly, just
tears running down my cheeks, really; a few big fat drops of rain
had started falling and I didn't want to be abandoned so far from
anywhere, with miles of dirt (soon to be mud) roads to push my
bike over.
     But Tom just kept saying no, and finally started to drive
away slowly.  I told myself it wouldn't be so bad with Billy
there, too, but then he looked at me and said, "I'm gonna go, but
I'll get my car and come back for you soon as I can."  
     I started to cry hard, then, I was afraid to be alone in the
storm, and begged him to take me, too.
     "I can't, it's Tom's van," he said, putting his arm around
me.  It felt good because it felt like the temperature had
dropped about twenty degrees all of a sudden.  I felt safe and
protected and pressed closer to his side.  When I did, he slipped
his hand under my arm and closed it firmly but nicely over my
breast and began to play with my nipple, which was really
standing out even with my sports bra.
     "You could reconsider Tom's offer ..." he added, turning
toward me and pressing his huge throbbing erection against my
leg.  I could feel his massive dick pounding and wished he would
stay by himself and fuck me himself, the idea of that big pole
plunging into my sopping twat almost made me cum standing there,
and I squirmed excitedly up and down against it!  I wished I'd
found out about this when we went out last semester, maybe I
should date him again if he asked me.
     Billy looked down at me and shook his head, a little sadly I
thought, then kind of picked me up and set me down away from him.
He started walking fast toward the van which had stopped down the
road a way.  
     I felt very scared and alone as he moved away, and yelled,
"Wait!  I'll do it!"
     He just kept walking, but called over his shoulder, "Better
flag down Tom, then - show HIM you changed your mind!"  In a
second I figured out what he meant and peeled off my bright
yellow shirt and started waving it back and forth.  The van
didn't turn around, and I was afraid it was too late, that I'd
hurt Tom's feelings too badly.  I was terrified because I'd
finally made up my mind, and nobody cared, it was like being
damned to hell or something.  
     But Billy looked back again and yelled just as he got to the
van, "You gotta CONVINCE him you're serious!"
     It was starting to really rain then, and in a panic I pulled
off my bra and tossed it away as I started to run along the part
dust, part mud road toward them.  The flying dust stuck to my
sweaty tits and belly, the mud spattered my legs and shorts as I
ran along, and the sweat and rain streamed down my body, leaving
little tracks.  I was desperate but at least they hadn't pulled
away yet and I was getting closer by the second.
     When I was about twenty feet away, Billy's head appeared out
the window, and he yelled, "He doesn't believe you!"  The van
drove ahead, but stopped in about fifty feet.  Only the edge of
the storm seemed to be over us, because it was more like a thick
fog, the kind that immediately coats your windows, than a rain,
and I could just see the bright brake lights.  I slowed down but
kept jogging, holding my shirt in my teeth as I fumbled to undo
my shorts.  Finally my sweaty fingers managed to undo the
slippery zipper, and I paused to strip off my once lemon shorts,
hoping Tom could see me better than I could see the van.
     I struggled out of the tight pants, surprised at how strong
the aroma of cunt was - it made me realize just how eager I was
now, how determined to drain those teasing bastards of every drop
so they wouldn't be able to cum again for a week!  My pussy was
so swollen and inflamed that every step pulled my skimpy yellow
panties deeper into my dripping slit, rubbing my lips and clit
until I was stumbling along blindly and moaning with lust.  I
sure had changed in my first year at college!
     The van's brake lights went out and it started to move
slowly ahead again.   Almost exhausted, I ripped off my panties
and threw them awkwardly toward the car.  I didn't have the
strength even to swear as they pulled out of sight in the mist. 
I just sat down at the side of the road and cried, not even aware
of the cold sticky mud oozing between my ass cheeks and coating
my pussy.  Soon, the sky cleared and the sun came out, but I
couldn't seem to stop crying or to stop feeling tremendously
horny.
     In a few minutes I heard an engine and pulled myself up, but
before I could think of a place to hide, Tom's van stopped and
Billy jumped out.  He started to help me in, then Tom yelled "No,
she's filthy!" and pointed toward a little stream in the field
nearby.  Billy nodded and grinned, then quickly stripped, tossing
his clothes in the van as he did.  His cock was every bit as
thick and hard as it had felt, and the sight made my knees weak. 
Then he picked me up in both arms, carried me to the side of the
creek, and jumped in still holding me!
     It was freezing cold but not deep, and I didn't notice the
cold when he started wiping me clean, using my own soaked t-shirt
to get the thick mud off, then his bare hand to finish!  He had
just finished my face and shoulders when Tom and Kyle splashed
into the water, too.  Both of them were well-hung, I was
especially intrigued because Tom had the longest dick I'd ever
seen, at least nine or ten inches.  
     Tom said, "Hi luscious!" and began to wash my right tit as
Kyle splashed and rubbed the left one.  Billy had moved behind me
and was working on my back and ass.  When my breasts were clean,
Tom and Kyle began sucking and biting them as they swabbed my
sides and belly.  Billy in the meantime was reaching between my
legs to scrape the slimy mud from my pussy.  I could hardly keep
from cumming with all those hands and mouths working on me, I was
barely aware of anything except the tingling that had electrified
every nerve in my body.
     At last Billy picked me up again and got out of the water. 
He put me down on a blanket that Tom and Kyle must have brought
with them, and in a minute I felt hands and tongues all over me,
and heavy pricks slapping against me as the guys scrambled
around.  
     My horniness was almost unbearable, and I screamed "fuck me,
fuck me!" when someone's thick finger slid into my recklessly
pulsing cunt.
     In an instant Tom was between my eagerly spread legs,
probing my sopping pussy with the blazing head of his rod,
excitedly searching for the hungry mouth of my quivering cunt. 
     I couldn't wait, I reached down and guided his dick into my
tight little hole, and his burning hot pole began to fill my twat
inch by lovely inch, stretching my clutching cunt almost to
bursting as Tom buried it deeper and deeper with each thrust. 
There were hands all over me - fondling my responsive tits,
squeezing my pliant ass, stroking my sweaty belly, plucking at my
pussy hair.  I thrashed around wildly, practically foaming at the
mouth, clamping my legs around Tom to pull him deeper inside. 
Sometimes lips or teeth would fasten onto one of my ready to
burst nipples, sending hot needles of lust shooting through my
body, sometimes a fiery prick dribbling thick white cum darted
for an instant into my panting mouth ... I lost track of time
until suddenly my brain burst in a flash of brilliant light and
my body melted as jet after scalding jet of thick cum spurted
into me, filling my box to overflowing, then oozing out in thick
streams to coat my thighs and puddle under my bottom.
     I think I must have passed out for a minute, because the
next thing I recall is Tom's softening but still impressive cock,
coated with cum and my own pussy juices, still dribbling
occasional drops of thick, salty fluid as he teased my lips and
tongue with the tip.  I felt my legs being raised and spread from
their practically boneless rest, and glanced down to see Kyle
draw his hips back, then spear me with his massive organ.  Cum
spattered everywhere as he sank his full length into my already
dripping cunt, but after a few ferocious thrusts he pulled out
and pumped another massive load of cum over my front, spattering
me from face to pussy.
     He quickly moved to my side and began smearing the steaming
white fluid evenly over my breasts as Billy's dick slowly moved
in and out of my tender pussy.  At first I could hardly feel his
meat except when it pressed the back of my womb, but Kyle's hands
rubbing my tits and the taste of Tom's cum coated cock in my
mouth made my twat start to tighten.  Then I felt Billy's dick
like a lightning rod inside me, making every nerve flare like a
light bulb about to burn out in one incandescent flash.  My body
began to buck and in just a few seconds I came again, monstrously
and loudly, surprising Billy who was still slipping his dick in
and out slowly.  He gasped in surprise when I went limp, but
began ramming me vigorously, and in a few more seconds he came,
as hot and hugely as the other guys had.  Just as he did, I
closed my mouth around Tom's questing dick, and tongued it until
he came again, almost gagging me with the amount of cum he pumped
into my thirsty mouth.
     Tom and Billy cuddled up next to me, all of us too drained
for the moment to move, but Kyle stood straddling my knees and
jerked off, drenching my already saturated pussy fur.  I don't
know how long we laid there, just gasping for breath, but
eventually we all hopped in the creek and washed again.  The sun
had come out again, and it was warm, so it was great fun to play
in the water with three naked guys, grabbing their dicks, feeling
their hands all over me and in me.
     Someone - probably Billy - had rinsed my shirt and shorts
and hung them on a bush to dry, so after we got out and dried in
the sun a while, I pulled on my slightly bedraggled shirt.  But
when I took down my shorts, Tom just said, "Don't bother with
those yet" and pulled me gently but firmly toward the van.
     Billy brought my bike and shoes, and put them in the back of
the van.  On the floor was an old mattress with a blanket on it,
and he told me to lie down on it.  I was feeling sort of
interested again, after the horseplay in the water, so I did. 
Billy spread my legs, buried his face in my pussy, and licked and
sucked me until I had a really violent orgasm, knocking him half
senseless when my hips thrust up while I was cumming and my pussy
bone caught him on the chin!  When I relaxed Tom and Kyle each
took a turn, but they were nothing like Billy; in fact, I had to
fake an orgasm with Kyle finally, or he would have licked my
poor, sore clit right off.
     There wasn't much more to my adventure.  We started toward
town with Kyle, who seemed in a bad mood, driving.  Billy stayed
in back and fucked me again, then Tom took his place and did me
again.  I was exhausted and pretty sore - I sure wasn't used to
being fucked and eaten for a couple of hours at a stretch!  I'd
like to be, though.  So I pretended to fall asleep and the guys
all moved to the front.
     A funny thing happened while I was lying there, dozing and
occasionally listening, though.  
     I heard Kyle sneer, "Yeah, well, she wasn't as good as that
blonde Sherry we bagged last time." 
     And Tom said, "Maybe not.  But we cruised these roads for
two hours today, and she's the only girl we knew; just be glad
our scheme worked again."  He paused and added, "You're really
good with that razor blade, Billy."  
     Billy said, "Nothing to it this time; the tire was already
blown, I just enlarged it.  Personally, I thought Karen was a
great piece of ass, but who d'ya want next?  How about that
redhead with the big tits from history class that you dated last
night, Kyle?  Did ya find out if she rides out here?"
     I just smiled to myself and stretched.  Maybe they had set
it all up, found out which girls rode in the country, figured a
way to make their tires blow out.  Or maybe they just happened to
be around at the right time.  But I'm really glad I was around at
the right time, because I loved my first gangbang!  I'm already
looking forward to the next one.
     So thanks again for writing and keep it up, I love the
stories.  Maybe I'll try some of the other things someday.  I
loved those guys slobbering over me, maybe I'll try posing naked
sometime, the idea makes my pussy drool.

Love, 
Karen

3/29/93
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