Coerced by Kathy B.

 

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It  was a Friday night and I had agreed to watch the teenage daughters of a

friend  of mine. Sheila and her husband were going away and she wanted me

to stay with  Tracy and Lisa. They were both home from college, way too old

for a sitter, but  Sheila was worried about leaving them for very long. Like

a good friend, I  agreed to leave my family and spend the weekend with them.

I fully expected to  spend the weekend watching television and reading,

bored out of my  mind.

We  had just finished cleaning up after a nice supper and were watching

television  when, out of the blue, Tracy asked if I wanted a cup of tea. I said

sure and  offered to fix some for all three of us. Both of them quickly

stood up and  shouted that I should stay put and they would be happy to make

it. I thought  they were acting funny but soon became engrossed in the movie

and forgot the  whole thing.

When  the tea came, I tasted it. "Mmm...! This tastes great! What kind is

it?" I  asked, as I took a bigger sip.

The  girls giggled. "Oh, some eastern blend Mom had," replied Tracy.

Within five minutes I had that cup gone and asked for  another. The girls

quickly made it and I drank it too. I was starting to feel  strange, like

time was slowing down, but just assumed I was tired.

The  next hour or so was somewhat hazy. I noticed both girls on the phone a

lot, but  really did not think it was a problem. Then they both came in and

sat down  beside me.

"Ok,  Mrs. Hopkins. It's time to get ready for the party," said Lisa.

"What  party?"

"You  remember. The party we are throwing tonight. Mom hired you to help,"

said  Tracy.

"She  did? I thought I was baby-sitting."

Lisa  giggled. "Do we look like babies? She hired you to work for us."

"I  guess I must have gotten the wrong idea, but it's probably my fault,"

I said.  "What do I need to do?"

"Well, first you need to get into your clothes," said  Tracy.

"What's wrong with what I have on?" I asked dully.

"If  you are going to work for us, you have to wear the uniform Mom got

you. She  insisted and you agreed when she told you about it. You know how she

likes  people to think we're rich."

"All  right," I said. "If I said I will, then I will." I did not remember

promising  Sheila, but I must have. Knowing Sheila, it was very possible

she wanted me to  wear a uniform.

Tracy  led me into Sheila's bedroom. Laid out on the bed was a very skimpy

maid's  uniform. It was low-cut and had a short skirt. Next to it were black

stockings,  a red garter belt and high heels. It did not look like anything

Sheila would  make me wear. It looked more like something she had bought

for the  bedroom.

I  said exactly that to Tracy, but she insisted I had seen the outfit and

agreed to  take the job, so I got undressed. Lisa brought me more tea that I

drank down. By  now I was so out of it I did not even notice they had me get

dressed without my  bra and panties.

When  I finished dressing, I looked myself over in Sheila's full length

mirror. The  high heels added several inches to my 5'4" frame and also

tightened my calves  and accentuated my full bottom. The dress, a very sexy red and

black mini with a  plunging neckline, pushed my ample breasts up and out.

Although I have always  tried to watch my weight, I had put on some extra

pounds in the last few years  and I was really too plump for this sort of

outfit. There certainly was a lot of  skin showing, both at the top and at the

bottom.

Tracy  brushed out my shoulder length brown hair. She insisted I needed to

redo my  makeup, including ruby red lip gloss. I asked why I needed to get

so dolled up  but the girls just said they wanted me to look nice. every time

I asked a  question they gave me more tea.

I was  just finishing up when the doorbell rang. "Can you get that, please?"

 asked  Lisa. As I walked down the hall my boobs jiggled from the effects

of my high  heels. The dress was so low cut I had a mile of cleavage showing

and as I looked  down I could see part of a nipple peeking out. I tucked it

back in but it was so  close to the edge of my bodice I knew it would not

take much for it to pop out  again.

As I  opened the door three teenage couples poured in. The guys all hooted

at my  outfit as they went past. I blushed and hurried into the kitchen

where Tracy  explained that I was to answer the door and keep the beer glasses

and snack tray  full. For the next hour I was kept hopping as everyone

arrived.  There were lots of couples, but also  several unattached guys and girls.

By the time everyone was there the house was  packed. The party was wild

and everyone was soon half-drunk.

As I  worked my way back and forth through the crowd the boys would comment

on my  outfit and rub up against me. They would ogle my exposed cleavage

and several  times they could see the edges of my nipples before I noticed and

tucked them  back in. Their remarks were usually pretty graphic, describing

my body and how  much of it was exposed. I was still so befuddled it did

not occur to me to  protest their crude suggestions.

Somebody spilled some beer on the carpet and Tracy called to  me to come

clean it up. Without thinking, I got down on my hands and knees and  started

to scrub the stain. I heard two girls behind me gasp, then start to  giggle,

and I realized my dress had ridden up so high they could see my pussy. I

started to get up but Tracy said to keep scrubbing before the carpet got

stained, so I did.

The  girls called some boys over to see and they started laughing as they

stared at  my exposed ass and pussy. I turned scarlet but pretended I didn't

know what was  going on; I hurriedly cleaned the spill and retreated to the

kitchen. As I was  leaving I heard one of the boys tell the other two he

would like to make me suck  his cock until it was rock hard, then fuck my `big

hairy pussy' until I couldn't  walk. He told them they could have `sloppy

seconds' after he was finished  fucking me silly.

When  I got into the kitchen I sat down. I looked down at my hands and

realized I was  shaking. Something seemed very wrong; I was sure I should not be

here, dressed  like this, letting young men I didn't even know make crude

sexual remarks to me.  Unfortunately my mind was so fogged up I was unsure of

exactly why it was wrong,  so I just sat there trying to figure it out.

Lisa  came in and saw me sitting there. "What's the matter? Why do you

look so upset?"  I told her what had happened and what I had heard. "Oh, Mrs.

Hopkins, I'm sure he thought he was  paying you a compliment! You know how

guys are; that's just how they talk to  each other. You should be flattered.

Lots of women would love to have someone  flirt with them like that."

It  had not sounded much like flirting, but I knew Lisa was a nice girl so

I  believed her. If she said it, I was sure it was true. I was in no

condition to  argue.

Lisa  fixed a new pot of that delicious tea and put it on the table beside

me.

"Listen, Mrs. Hopkins. I need to go back in to the party, but  we're all

set for food and punch for right now. We don't really need any more  help

from you until later. Why don't you take a break and stay out here for a  bit?

No one will bother you and I'll call you if we need anything. You just

relax, ok?"

I  nodded, so she left me to my thoughts and my tea.

I  must have dozed off because the next thing I knew I had my head resting

on my  arms and Tracy was gently shaking me awake. I groggily looked around

and tried  to focus on what she was saying to me.

"Mrs.  Hopkins, we have a problem," said Tracy. "We ran out of beer and no

one has  enough money for more. Is there any way you could charge it on

your credit card  and we'll pay you back next week?"

I  nodded. "Sure, Tracy. I know you'll pay me. It must be in my purse." I

laid my  head back down.

She  shook me again. "Come on, Mrs. Hopkins. You need to wake up. You know

we can't  use your cards. You have to go with the guys to buy the beer."

I  still did not move so Tracy and another girl stood me up and gently led

me out  to a waiting car. There were two guys in the front seat and one in

the back.  "These guys will pick it out and carry it for you," Tracy said. "

All you have to  do is pay for it. Thanks!"

Just  before the door of the car closed another guy slid in beside me,

pushing me into  the middle. I looked over at him and realized it was the boy

who had been so  graphic when I was cleaning up the spill. He smiled at me and

said hello, so I  decided maybe Lisa had been right all along about him

being nice and I smiled  back at him. The other three boys also greeted me and

we pulled out.

As  soon as we got going one of the boys produced a small flask of liquor

and passed  it around. When it came to me I said no thanks. The driver looked

in the  rear-view mirror and asked me if I was a prude.

"No,  I'm not a prude. I just don't want a drink right now. Thanks anyway."

"I  don't know, Mrs. Hopkins. I always heard you were pretty straight. I

just never  realized how straight you really are. You don't even drink?"

"Of  course I drink, when I want to. I'm not a prude."

The  boy beside me handed me the flask. "Prove it."

Fine,  I'd show them I was not a prude. I took a small swig and gasped as

the liquor  burned its way down my throat. They said it was just a sip so I

took a bigger  drink. The boys chuckled then and started passing the flask

around again. It  seemed to constantly be in my hand, with someone urging me

to take a drink. I  wanted them to like me and not think I was a prude, so I

drank when they urged  me to. Combined with my already dazed state, my head

was soon  spinning.

Dave,  one of the boys beside me, started asking me questions about my

early years.  "So, Mrs. Hopkins, have you always been pretty conservative, or

were you a  little wilder when you were younger?"

"I'm  not conservative. I'm the same now as I have always been. I like

having fun as  much as the next person."

"Did  you date much when you were a teenager?" asked Brian, the driver.

"Were  you pretty popular?"

"I  guess I was popular, but I didn't go on very many dates. My parents

didn't let  me. They didn't want me to get a `reputation'."

"Were  you attractive? Maybe you just didn't get asked much," said Jack,

from my other  side.

"When  you did go out, did you enjoy the sex? Did you look forward to it?"

asked  Dave.

"I  never had sex on a date," I answered proudly. The boys looked

horrified.

"Never?" gasped Bob. "Didn't anyone even try to feel you up  or anything?"

"No.  They were always perfect gentleman." I thought they would be

impressed with my  chastity. Instead, they saw it as a drawback.

"Maybe they weren't being gentlemen," said Dave. "Maybe they  thought you

were too ugly to fuck."

The  shock of having Dave suggest I was ugly kept me from protesting his

vulgar  language. "I looked just like I do now, only younger. Am I ugly now?"

I  replied.

"You  don't look too bad, just a little plump. It's hard to tell in the

car, though.  Let's get a good look at you, and we'll all decide if we would

have asked you  out," said Dave. "How does that sound?"

I  smiled nervously. "OK. That sounds like a good idea." I wanted them to

like me.  I hoped I looked attractive to them.

Brian  twisted his mirror and the three boys riding turned toward me. I

looked down at  myself. My dress had ridden above my stocking tops, displaying

my pale thighs in  the dim illumination from passing street lights. My

breasts were pushing out of  my top and a long line of cleavage was showing. I

blushed as I realized that the  edge of one nipple was peeking out of my top,

but I didn't want to push it back  while they were looking at me. They would

have been sure I was a prude  then.

They  looked me up and down for a very long moment. Bob was the first to

speak. "I  think you look pretty good," he said. "I think I might have asked

you out if you  were my age. I just can't figure out why nobody ever got

friendly with you on a  date. Is there something wrong with your body or

something?"

I  shook my head. I was beginning to feel like maybe there was something

about me  that wasn't sexy. I took another gulp from the flask.

Jack  spoke up. "Has anyone ever seen your boobs? Did you ever show them to

a guy on a  date? Maybe they are ugly and word got around."

"Just  my doctor and my husband, after we were married." Maybe I was

undesirable, after  all. I felt like I was going to cry.

"I  got an idea," said Dave. "Why don't you show them to us and we'll let

you know  what we think."

"I  don't know... I d-don't think I should do that," I stammered. I

wanted them to  like me, but showing my breasts to them seemed wrong.

"Hey,  no problem," said Jack. "We were just trying to help you out. It's

your call.  Say, did you guys see Katie tonight? That girl looked hot!"

The  boys immediately started discussing Katie and several other girls from

the  party. I felt lonely and ignored. After another drink I took a deep

breath and  turned to Jack.

"I  guess I've changed my mind. I would like to show you my boobs. If I

let you guys  see them, do you promise not to tell anyone?" They looked at

each other, then  nodded their assent.

My  hands shook as I reached up and took hold of the bodice of my dress. I

hesitated  for a few seconds, settling my nerves, then pulled it down and

tucked it under  my breasts. My nipples immediately stiffened in the cool

night air. I waited  with bated breath, hoping the guys liked what they saw.  My

face grew warm and I felt like I was  in another world. No one spoke for

what seemed like an eternity.

Finally, Bob smiled at me. "I think you have very nice tits,  Mrs. Hopkins.

 They sure are big  enough. You have every right to be proud of them. You

are a very sexy  lady."

I  smiled and relaxed. I knew I was plump, but I had always thought my

boobs were  too big and fleshy. They thought I was sexy!

I was  so happy they liked my breasts, I barely heard Bob ask Jack if they

were firm.  Before I could react he reached out and cupped one of them. I

gasped as I felt  his warm hand squeeze my cool flesh but said nothing. His

fingers found my  nipple and it jumped under his caress. As I tried to decide

whether or not I  should protest, Dave did the same thing with my other

boob.  I wasn't sure if I should let them touch  me, but it certainly felt nice,

so what harm could there be in it? I looked  down. I could see my dark

nipples being squeezed by their strong fingers and I  felt myself getting wet.

"For  being such big tits, they're nice and firm," Jack told Bob. "Her

nipples are  very sensitive, too. They're rock hard. I think she likes it. Let'

s take a look  at that pussy you were telling us about, Dave!"

Jack  and Dave each grasped one of my legs and pulled it over onto their

laps.  My dress pushed up almost to my waist  and I was spread wide open,

without any panties on! I tried to pull my legs  closed but I was no match for

them, so I gave up struggling.

"It's  ok, Mrs. Hopkins. We just wanted to see what you look like. We

think you're very  pretty and sexy, don't we guys?" Bob said. They all murmured

their assent. "You  have a very beautiful pussy."

Bob  reached back from the front seat and softly rubbed my knee. Jack and

Dave kept  kneading my breasts as they stared at my pussy. Their other hands

were holding  my legs apart, and they began stroking up and down along my

stockings. Each pass  their hands traveled a little higher and they were soon

caressing my naked  thighs. Bob kept telling me how pretty and sexy I

looked. I laid my head on the  back of the seat and closed my eyes, trying to calm

my thudding  heart.

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Just  as I felt Dave's fingers brush against my pubic hair, Jack leaned

down and  kissed my nipple, tickling it with his tongue. As I jumped in

surprise my  movement pressed my pussy against Dave's hand. He cupped it and gave

it a gentle  squeeze, making me moan. I heard Brian laugh from behind the

wheel and ask what  was happening.

"Well, Mrs. Hopkins is just showing us what she would do if  she were

dating again," said Dave, gently massaging my outer lips. As he rubbed  his hand

up and down the length of my pussy mound he began pressing a finger  against

my already wet slit. "She's all wet and ready for fun. You look  beautiful

too.  Those stuffy old  farts who were afraid to touch you will never know

what they missed. I'll bet  you would have drained them dry, wouldn't you?"

I  giggled. "I'm not sure about that, but thank you." It was hard to

gather my  thoughts, with one guy sucking and kissing my boob and another trying

to insert  a finger into me as a third one watched. Right at that moment, I

felt like the  most popular and desirable girl in the world.

Dave's finger was pressing insistently at my pussy lips and  it wasn't

long before they peeled slowly apart. I was so wet by this time that  he

encountered little resistance as he slid his finger inside me. "God damn,  this

lady is boiling!" he exclaimed. "I'll bet you keep your husband pretty  happy

with this little toy. Are you sure he's the only one who's ever touched

your pussy?"

"He  is. He, and now you, are the only men who have ever played around down

there  like that," I answered. I tried to muster some willpower. "Maybe

you should  stop. I think he might be mad if he saw what you were doing."

"Oh,  no. I think he'd be pleased," said Brian, looking into my eyes in

the mirror.  "Guys want everyone to think their wives are attractive and sexy.

He would be  thrilled that we enjoy looking at your beautiful breasts and

that lovely little  pussy of yours. I'm sure he would consider it a

compliment."

Bob  nodded as he gave me the flask again. I took a nervous gulp. I was so

confused.  I was pretty sure my husband would not think it was a compliment,

but these guys  certainly knew what other men liked and I was in no shape

to argue, so how could  I say they were wrong? They seemed to have my best

interests in mind, and I was  enjoying all the attention they were showering

on me.

Dave  started rubbing my clit and I felt it thicken under his manipulation.

 By now my pussy was very hot and wet and  I was finding it increasingly

difficult to follow what was being said. I  remember hearing Bob tell Brian to

stop the car. I felt the car come to a halt,  then Brian turned and looked

at me, sitting back with my legs wide open and my  tits hanging out while

being sucked and fingered by two young men.

I  looked around. We were parked in a corner of a large parking lot, not

far from a  light pole. I could see a shopping plaza. Most of the stores were

closed and the  lot was nearly deserted. At least no one else was likely to

see me. Brian said  something to Bob that I couldn't catch, who got out and

went into a convenience  store. When he came back to the car he showed me a

small disposable camera, the  kind with a built in flash.

"We  would all like to remember how nice and sexy you look," he said.

Before I could make any protest, he  snapped several pictures of me as the boys

played with me. Well, as long as no  one else saw the pictures I guessed it

would be all right.

"Have  you ever wondered what it would feel like to get fucked by another

man?" asked  Bob as Dave stroked and pinched my excited clit. I groaned and

shook my head.  "You've never wondered how a different cock would feel,

sliding into your nice  hot pussy?" Again I shook my head. "Have you ever even

seen another  cock?"

"No,"  I answered. Suddenly I was ashamed of my limited experience.

"Would you like to see another one? Another cock, that is.  After all, it'

s only fair. We've seen those nice big tits and that hairy pussy  of yours.

Would you like to see us naked? No one will ever know."

Blushing, I said that I would. As Jack and Dave let go of me  I felt a pang

of disappointment, but they returned to playing with me as soon as  their

pants were down. The guys quickly pulled down their pants and underwear,

proudly displaying their already stiff members.

I  never realized until then how different men's penises could be. None of

them  looked exactly like my husband's. One was curved, one was straight,

one looked  almost purple and Jack's penis was at least two inches longer than

my husband's.  I never knew they came in different sizes, either. I was

mesmerized.

"What  do you think?" asked Brian. I gulped. "Go ahead and touch one if

you want. We  don't mind."

I  reached out and touched Bob's cock. He smiled at me, so I wrapped my

fingers  around it. It felt hot to my touch. Slowly, I slid my fingers up and

down it,  enjoying the feel of the rock hard shaft and the spongy head. Dave

resumed  stroking his finger in and out of my pussy while he rubbed my clit

with his  thumb. Groaning, I reached for each hard cock in turn, giving it a

few strokes  and marveling at how different they felt. I ended up with my

hand on Jack's big  cock. It felt satisfyingly thick in my hand.

Bob  handed me the flask again. "You know, Mrs. Hopkins, you look very sexy

right  now. I think your husband would be very proud of you tonight. Did

you know there  were cocks as big as Jack's?" I shook my head. "Now that you'

ve seen it, don't  you wonder what it would feel like inside that nice hot

pussy of yours?" He  snapped a picture of my hand, wrapped around Jack's

cock.

I  tried to clear my head. "Yes...but I'm sure that would be wrong. I can'

t do  that."

"Oh,  you're right, Mrs. Hopkins. It probably would be wrong if he were to

fuck you.  But, if you asked, maybe he would just put it in so you can get

an idea how it  feels. It won't really be fucking, so there shouldn't be

any harm in  it."

I  hesitated. It would be nice to see what it felt like. Would it feel

different  than my husband's? I sighed. I wanted to know.

"All  right. You can put it in. No fucking."

"Absolutely," agreed Jack.

Dave  pulled his hand from my slit and laid my head down in his lap, then

began  rubbing my nipples. Jack pushed one stocking clad leg up over the rear

seat and  the other up into Brian's lap. Brian immediately began rubbing

and massaging my  calf. I looked down as Jack knelt between my legs. Through

the hair I could see  my pussy lips, parted slightly and gleaming with

wetness.  Jack paused, his cock just inches away  from my pussy.

Jack  grasped the shaft of his cock and leaned toward me. I saw the thick

head push  into my pubic hair, then felt it graze the lips of my pussy. He

rubbed it up and  down my slit, getting me ready. With a gentle push I saw the

head disappear and  felt my pussy lips parting as his big cock entered me.

It felt so good I moaned  my pleasure, causing all the boys to chuckle. Jack

pulled his cock back, rubbed  it around my opening again and pushed it back

inside, this time sliding in  several inches along with the head. Again I

moaned; it felt great. He eased out  and pushed in several times, each time

deeper and deeper. Finally I felt his  pelvis press against me and I knew he

was all the way in.

"Well, how does it feel?" he asked.

"Fuller than my husband's does. It feels nice," I answered  dreamily. "I

never knew how different it would feel."

"Let  me ask you a question," said Jack. "Which do you like better?

This...?" he fucked in and out slowly,  each time pushing deep inside me. "Or

this?" Now he started fucking me rapidly,  banging hard into my crotch.

"I  like both. It's in so deep, I feel all stretched out. I think I like

the fast  one better, though," I answered, completely forgetting he had

promised not to  fuck me.

"That  does feel pretty good, doesn't it?" he said as he continued rapidly

thrusting  his cock in and out.

I  heard Bob snap off several more pictures of me as Jack gave me a hard

fuck.  Jack's body was banging into my clit and  I could feel his balls

slapping against my ass with each stroke. He continued  pounding his thick cock

into me I began pushing up against his  thrusts.

Dave  shifted my head on his lap. When I felt his cock touch my lips I

automatically  kissed it. He pressed it harder against my lips and I opened my

mouth, allowing  him to slid his cock into my mouth. It tasted delicious as I

licked the head and  tasted his salty pre-cum. Feeling delightfully wicked,

I started sucking on it.  I wanted these guys to think I was as sexy and

fun as the younger girls they'd  been talking about. As Jack kept up his rapid

fucking of my overheated pussy I  began giving Dave the best blowjob I

could, working my tongue along the  underside  while moving my lips back  and

forth along his hot cock.

"How  is she, boys?" asked Brian.

"Oh,  man, this is one hot broad," answered Jack. "Her pussy is wrapped

around my dick  like a warm glove. This lady likes to fuck."

"She's not a bad cock sucker, either," added Dave. "Come on,  Mrs.

Hopkins.

Suck  my cock. Wouldn't you like a nice creamy load to swallow?"

I  nodded and  sucked hard on his cock  and heard him groan in pleasure.

Pleased that he liked what I was doing, I redoubled my efforts. I twirled  my

tongue around and tickled the underside of his rock-hard dick as he

encouraged me to swallow it all. I wanted to make him happy so I pushed my lips

as far down his cock as I could, coming closer to the base with each  thrust.

 I knew that I was doing a  good job as I felt him stiffen and push his

cock deep into my mouth. I felt Dave  spasm, then flood my mouth with his jism.

Gulping, I felt his thick cum slide  down my throat and into my stomach as

he continued to pump more cum into my  eager mouth. I had never swallowed my

husband's cum before, but I was so horny I  cleaned up every drop of Dave'

s as it shot into my mouth.

"That's a good girl; suck me dry. That was a nice blowjob.  You really

like eating cum, don't you?" he asked. Giggling, I nodded.

Jack's fucking now had me almost ready to cum myself. I felt  myself

getting closer and closer, rising toward a peak. I was almost there when  I felt

him jerk and pump his load deep into my pussy. I groaned in frustration  at

how close I had been to cumming. He pulled out and asked me if I wanted an

orgasm. I nodded eagerly, so he got out of the car and Brian took his  place.

 Without any preliminaries  Brian just slid his cock into my cum-soaked

pussy and started fucking  me.

Brian's technique was very different from Jack's. He  alternated several

hard thrusts with several gentle ones, as well as pausing for  long moments

with his cock nestled deep within me. Every time I got close to  cumming he

sensed it and paused and soon I was begging him to let me cum. He  just

chuckled and kept up his maddeningly erratic style. I almost started crying  when

I felt him add his cum to the load Jack had already deposited inside me. My

 poor hot pussy felt empty when he withdrew. Inquiringly, I looked over at

Bob.

"What's the matter, Mrs. Hopkins?"

I  paused for a long moment, not wanting to say it out loud. Finally I

asked him,  "Aren't you going to...you know...?"

"Aren't I going to what?" Bob was not making this simple for  me. He knew

what I wanted.

"Aren't you going to make love to me?"

"Make  love? Nobody has made love to you yet. Say what really happened. Say

what you  want, and ask me nicely," he grinned at me from the front seat.

"All  right. They fucked me, but I didn't have an orgasm. Will you please

fuck me?" I  lay there, almost naked in the back seat of a car, with my legs

spread and cum  trickling down my crack. All I wanted was to have someone

slide his dick into me  and fuck me until I came. I did not care who did it.

"Well, since you asked so politely, I'll be glad to fuck you,  Mrs.

Hopkins. But what if seeing it  makes the other guys horny again? Will you fuck

them again too?" Bob  asked.

I  nodded desperately. Bob turned me so I was facing the front of the car,

with my  ass on the edge of the rear seat. He eased through between the

seats and lifted  my legs up onto his shoulders. I felt his cock push into my

pussy and he started  up a nice rhythm that soon had me boiling again. I was a

little uncomfortable as  he pressed my neck back against the seat but his

pounding dick soon made me  forget that discomfort. Jack and Brian got on

either side of me and started  sucking and playing with my tits. I was in

heaven.

When  I finally came, I came the hardest I ever have. I closed my eyes and

felt like I  was flying through the middle of an explosion. I screamed and

started bucking my  ass, almost throwing Bob off me, but he managed to keep

fucking me. When I  finally came back to reality he was still pounding into

me.  He finally stiffened and shot his load,  then pulled his cock out of me.

Brian  immediately twisted me toward him and slipped his cock into me. As

he started  fucking me for the second time I hooked my legs behind his ass,

pulling him into  my pussy as far as I could. I was so hot I began having a

small series of  miniature orgasms. I started bucking and jumping like a

madwoman. The boys told  me I was the hottest woman they had fucked in a long

time, making me feel  proud.

One  after another they all fucked me again. Bob and Brian even had me give

them a  blowjob and I tasted my own dried juices on their cocks, a definite

first. By  then I eagerly sucked their cocks as deep into my throat as I

could, swallowing  every drop of cum as it spurted out at me. I was too gone

to care how many times  I got fucked or who I was sucking off.

When  they finally finished I could feel my pussy throbbing from its

workout. It felt  full and well fucked. I looked down at my crotch and I could see

my puffy lips,  red even in the dim light. My nipples were sore from being

sucked and chewed and  even my tongue was tired. All I wanted was to go to

sleep.

We  all got out of the car to straighten out our clothing. My stockings

were all  laddered and torn and my dress was wadded around my waist, but I

tried to make  myself as presentable as I could. I stuffed my boobs back in and

smoothed my  skirt down as best I could. My pussy felt so swollen I was sure

my cunt lips had  to be dangling down below my skirt, but I knew that was

not possible. I took  some satisfaction in the fact that the boys looked

similarly worn  out.

Jack  walked up to me and pulled my top back down. "You look much better

like this. I  like seeing those big tits and fat nipples of yours," he

explained. I protested  but left them out.

After  we all got back into the car, Brian started driving again. We soon

arrived at  the beer store and we all got out and walked to the entrance.

Several youths were lingering near the  entrance. When they saw us they

started shouting and laughing at me.

I  knew I probably looked bad after my gang fuck but I had thought I could

pass  acceptably in public. I could not figure out why they were laughing at

me.  Puzzled, I asked what they were laughing at.

"Maybe they like your tits," Jack chuckled.

I  suddenly realized the top of my dress was still down and everyone could

see my  tits hanging out. I turned scarlet. I turned around and pulled it

back up but  they kept on jeering me. Mustering as much dignity as I could, I

entered the  store, ignoring their catcalls.

I was  glad we were in a store where I did not shop. I was sure the clerk

could tell I  had just been fucked long and hard by the guys I was with. As

quickly as  possible I signed the credit slip and returned to the car. The

boys soon  returned with the beer and we started back.

As  soon as we pulled out Dave eased my top down again and started sucking

on my  tits. I made no protest as he also worked a hand under my dress and

began  stroking my pussy. I fell asleep with him playing with my tits and

pussy and did  not awaken until he gently shook me as we turned into Sheila's

street.

I put  myself back together yet again and made my way inside, with Bob

helping me.  Tracy met us at the door.

"Well, you might as well put her in bed. She's not going to  be much good

now," she said as she looked me over.

Jack  chuckled. "She has a right to be tired. She's had a really big

workout. Once we  got her started, she turned out to be a pretty hot fuck. She

satisfied all of  us."

As  they eased me into bed, I heard her tell Jack, "Remember, this is a

one-time  thing. You promised you'd leave her alone after this."

The  last thing I heard was Jack's reply.

"Absolutely. This was a one-time thing..."