KIM

On Thursday afternoon, the team won their game as Kim had predicted that they would. On Friday, Kim watched as Carrie went through school in a daze.

Kim cornered Tommy in an empty hallway after his practice had finished. “Carrie and I will both be there tonight,” she promised.

“Excellent!” Tommy purred with a smirk. “So your ass might just be off limits after all.”

“You had better treat her good,” Kim warned, looking up at him with a glare.

“Oh ho! Having second thoughts about corrupting your innocent friend just to save yourself, eh?” Tommy laughed. “You don’t have to worry about that at all.”

“What do you mean?” Kim glared up at him, suspiciously.

“I know girls. Carrie may look the innocent but she is ready to get busy,” he explained. “Trust me. I can tell. All she needs is for me to break her in right while you give it up to the guys in the next room and then she will be ready.”

“Ready for what?” Kim asked, still suspicious.

“Ready for you to talk your best friend into fucking nine of her classmates just to avoid you having to take my dick up your tight little ass,” Tommy said with a leer.

Kim gave Tommy a wink as she turned away. “I’ll do my part.”

Tommy grabbed her arm. “I am aggressive with girls and I get what I want.. I cannot make you pull a train with the team just because you told me you would. So why are you doing this?”

Kim looked at Tommy’s hand on her arm and let herself be pulled into his body. She reached up and pulled his face down to hers and kissed him aggressively, pushing her tongue into his mouth. “I know I can back out at any time,” she said, enjoying enormously the brief look of horror that crossed Tommy’s face. “But I won’t,” she purred with a smoky, dangerous look in her eye. “I like the danger of it all, and I love playing a slut.”

“You are damn good at it, girl,” Tommy agreed.

“Carrie is just as ready as I was when you took me for the first time,” Kim continued, lust in her gaze. “I want to help you get her so hot and bothered that she begs to party with all you guys …”

Kim paused just long enough to reward Tommy with a lascivious smirk “… and with me.”

As she flounced off, Kim smiled to herself. The expression on Tommy’s face had up been priceless: one part horny, one part surprise and one part pure predator.

“That is one crazy chick!” she heard Tommy say quietly in an awed whisper, just loud enough for her to overhear.

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CARRIE

Late Friday afternoon found the girls in Kim’s bedroom again. Kim was expertly applying the last touch to Carrie’s makeup as Carrie sat in the chair in front of Kim’s well-lit mirror.

“There!” Kim said with satisfaction, looking into the mirror at Carrie’s face with a proprietary gaze. “Perfect!”

Carrie gazed at her reflection in astonishment. Gone was the standard late teen, end of high school cute bookworm look, and in its place was a sexy, beautiful woman. Kim put her face down next to Carrie’s and they looked into the mirror together.

“Better than mortal man deserves,” Kim announced happily.

“Oh my God I feel so sexy,” Carrie said happily. “Thank you!” She hugged her friend and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Kim gave her friend a smile as she tried to tamp down her vague feelings of guilt.

“This week has been the best week of my life, Kimmie,” Carrie said, looking back in the mirror again. “I wore the lingerie to school on Wednesday under my normal clothes, and it was so sexy. The boys on the team kept checking me out … they knew that I was Tommy’s prize, I guess … and it felt so good! I was so wet all day that I couldn’t wait to get home and … take care of myself.”

Kim hugged her back. “I am so glad,” she said. “I love knowing that I am the object of their fantasies almost as much I love acting them out when they win a game.”

“I cannot believe I am actually doing this,” Carrie said again. “I am such a slut!” she concluded happily with a wicked giggle.

“Not yet you’re not,” Kim retorted, thinking to herself, “My God! Tommy and the boys are just going to eat her for breakfast.”

The girls helped each other into their dresses. Kim slithered into a slutty little black dress ensemble. It went barely to mid-thigh and had a plunging neckline that showed the inside slope of her breasts and hinted at the lingerie beneath.

As she bent to put on her heels, Kim’s dress gaped at the front and Carrie could see down her top to her barely-covered breasts. “The boys are going to go absolutely nuts when they see you,” Carrie predicted. “You are so hot.”

“Me?” Kim replied, pleased. “I don’t know who is going to be there tonight, other than Tommy, but since all the guys have at different times already spread my legs, they are going to be much more interested in trying you out. They are going to be sooooo jealous of Tommy.”

“Really?” Carrie asked, who had stopped getting her dress on and was peering into the mirror again, in only her makeup, heels and lingerie, her dress dangling forgotten in one hand.

“Hell yes, girl,” Kim said, standing next to her again. “I wish I had your tits,” Kim sighed as she looked at Carrie in awe.

“I wish I had your legs,” Carrie said. “I should take some of your aerobics classes.”

“Pfft, right,” Kim said, dismissively. “You look amazing, and in that present outfit, adorably fuckable. Get your dress on and let’s get going.”

Carrie eagerly pulled the lavender dress over her head and settled it around her hips. It matched her new lingerie, a gift from Kim earlier that week. She adjusted the top and, moving her hair out of the way, turned around for Kim to help her with the zip up the back. Her dress was significantly less overtly sexy, but it had a low cut neckline which displayed her somewhat larger B cup breasts to great effect. The color perfectly set off her blonde hair and blue eyes.

Whereas Kim looked sultry and hot in her dress, Carrie was simply delectable.

Carrie put her heels on and the girls took one last look in the mirror, side by side. Carrie was blushing and bubbling with excitement. Kim looked at Carrie and pulled Carrie’s neckline down almost to the middle of the valley of Carrie’s breasts.

“Ooohhh,” Carrie breathed, looking at herself. “Better.”

Kim turned her head to peer at her ponytail in the mirror. When she had it all set to her satisfaction, she nodded to herself.

“Your hair is so beautiful,” Kim said, running her fingers through Carrie’s straight blonde locks, which were hanging free as usual, down almost to the center of her back, “but for tonight, let’s put it up in a ponytail.”

She pulled a black scrunchie from desk drawer and helped Carrie to fix her hair.

Carrie examined the finished product in the mirror. “I think I liked it the other way,” she said, frowning at her reflection.

“Yeah,” Kim agreed, “I think I did too, but the boys like a ponytail.”

“Really?” Carrie said, still frowning at her reflection. “Why?”

“Because the boys like it,” Kim replied vaguely.

Carrie gave Kim a look.

Kim sighed. “Because I know that Tommy likes to have a ponytail in his hand when he has a girl give him head,” she explained.

“Oh my!” Carrie said, her hands going to her mouth in surprise and her eyes lighting up. “I’m going to … we’re going to be doing that … to the boys?”

“You better bet your brass buttons that we will both be giving blowjobs tonight,” Kim replied cheerily. “But don’t you worry, it’s really fun and Tommy will teach you well.”

Carrie’s eyes were bright. “My first time … tonight. It’s just going to be with Tommy, right? If there are other guys there … you will …?” she stammered.

“C Baby, don’t worry,” Kim reassured her friend. “I get to play with the other guys, whoever they are; you get Tommy to yourself.”

“Okay,” Carrie said, checking her hair and makeup one last time, entirely unnecessarily. “Thank you.”

“You’re perfect, girl, let’s go!” Kim said, before Carrie could ask any more questions.

The girls slipped their camouflage sweatpants and sweatshirts over their dresses before going downstairs, saying goodbye to Kim’s parents and heading out. Carrie literally bounced down the stairs from Kim’s bedroom on the second floor of the house. Kim’s feelings of guilt were not entirely assuaged by Carrie’s obvious excitement.

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CARRIE

“Have a nice time with Stephanie, girls,” Kim’s mother called to them as they left the house.

“We will!” both girls called back over their shoulders. The giggles exploded from them as Kim started up the car.

The girls were still giggling, even as Kim pulled over a few miles away to give them time to take off their camouflage clothing and recheck their makeup and their hair.

“You worked things out with Stephanie, right?” Carrie asked as she turned the rearview mirror so she could see herself in the reflection.

“Yes, of course,” came Kim’s muffled reply as she pulled her sweatshirt off and tossed it into the backseat before wriggling out of her sweat pants. “She’s going to the mall this evening, and she told her mother we would be with her.”

“Nice.”

“Okay, Carrie,” Kim said, turning the mirror towards herself and checking her hair as she restarted the car, “Tommy’s father owns that big farm down by the mill.”

Carrie nodded, still playing with her ponytail. This was well known. Tommy and his older brothers had grown up working the farm and the mill. His brothers were all grown and gone from the area.

“He and his brothers fixed up the old bunkhouse for where the farm workers used to live back in the day. I think his older brothers used it as a love nest too, when they were in school here. It is half a mile from Tommy’s house, but it has a separate driveway and is set well back from the road. No one is going to bother us. Unless you remember that the house is still there, you probably wouldn’t even see the driveway.”

“That’s where we are going?” Carrie asked, excitedly.

“Yup. It’s not really much to look at from the outside, but they fixed up the inside pretty well. They put a wood burning stove in the main room so it will be nice and warm,” Kim answered.

“Sounds cozy,” Carrie said, her eyes bright.

Kim drove for a few minutes in silence, each girl lost to her own thoughts. Carrie was feeling a combination of excitement and anxiety so delicious she thought she might burst.

“There are going to be several guys there,” Kim said again as she neared the overgrown access road that she knew so well. “I don’t know exactly how many, but don’t worry, they get me. You get Tommy to yourself.”

“Oh my God!” Carrie exclaimed, “I can’t believe I am really doing this.”

“You’ll be fantastic, sweetie,” Kim said, patting Carrie’s knee as she slowed the car and turned onto a wooded lane. “You are going to have a wonderful time.”

After a quarter mile or so, she turned a bend and there ahead of them, tucked away into the woods and next to a stream, was the old bunkhouse; a smallish, rundown and definitely ugly one story structure. The drive ended some 50 feet from the bunkhouse, and there was a small collection of older model cars, one pickup truck and Tommy’s mustang convertible parked haphazardly on the grass in front of and on either side of the building.

Carrie recognized all the cars from her high school parking lot.

Carrie stared at the bunkhouse and pointed to it with one perfectly lacquered little finger. “I am to lose my virginity, in that?” she asked, aghast.

“Yes, honey. It looks hideous from the outside, but it is comfortable inside,” Kim replied.

“Yeah. Hideous is a good word,” Carrie agreed.

“It is a bit rustic,” Kim conceded after a moment of further consideration of the building before them.

“Rustic?” Carrie said, looking at Kim as though she had two heads. “Hideous is the better word, but I was actually thinking more along the lines, though, of rural slum?”

Kim snorted. “You should have seen the place the first time Tommy took me back here to party. My God it was awful. I made them fix it up before I would come back.”

Carrie could only imagine what it had looked like before Kim had convinced the boys to “fix it up.”

The building was clearly old and had been neglected, but on further inspection Carrie could see that it had seen recent improvements and upkeep. She could see a steady stream of smoke from the chimney and there were lights on so at least it had power and heat.

As Kim stopped the car, the guys inside noticed their arrival and the girls could see them scurrying around the place, obviously tidying up for their arrival.

Kim rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Look at them go. Just about the only time any of them has cleaned a thing in their life.”

Carrie didn’t answer. Her face was pale and her hands clenched in her lap.

“Oh Carrie, don’t worry,” Kim said again, “Tommy is a great lover. You are going to have a great time.”

“But … but, there are so many of them!” Carrie said, her eyes wide as she surveyed the cars around the property.

“Hmmm,” Kim said, counting the cars for the first time. “Well, I will handle that.”

When Carrie did not respond, Kim leaned over and gave her friend a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Well, ready or not, here we go!”

Kim got out of the car and sashayed over to Carrie’s side where, with fumbling hands, Carrie had opened her door and gotten unsteadily out of the car. Her heels, while beautiful and sexy, sunk into the soft earth and made her feel clumsy. She clutched Kim’s arm for balance and wondered how many times Kim had made this trek from her car to this door and back again before she learned how to walk so well in her heels in the soft earth.

As they reached the door, it flew open and Carrie gave a squeak in surprise. The light from the room and the heat from the stove poured out into the cooder evening air.

Standing in the doorway were three of Carrie’s high school classmates, all also seniors and athletes on the baseball team. “Jimmy, Bill and Roger,” Kim said, approvingly. “I can work with that.”

The room, as much of it as Carrie could see given the large male figures blocking her view through the doorway, was actually pleasant looking. The carpet looked clean, and there was a comfortable-looking couch against the far wall to the left. On the right side was a door, presumably into a second room.

“And George,” came a happy-sounding male voice from the couch, blocked from view by the screen of large, eager males blocking the doorway. “Don’t forget about me!”

Carrie folded her arms around herself and shivered a bit in the cool, spring evening air. It was late spring but the evenings in this part of the world were still cool. Her flimsy dress did nothing to protect her from the temperature. The guys noticed and ushered the two girls into the room.

Kim clasped Carrie’s hand as the girls stepped over the threshold. “This is really happening,” Carrie thought to herself as the boys surrounded the girls and drank in their beauty.

“Wow,” Billy said, looking at Carrie. Carrie gave him a shy smile. She had always liked Billy, and she was pretty sure he returned the feeling, but neither of them had had the courage to do anything about it. He was tall, dark-haired and cute, his frame lean and muscular from all his athletic activity.

“Carrie, you are stunning!”

Carrie blushed.

“Told you,” Kim whispered to her, “better than mortal man deserves.”

Kim raised Carrie’s hand in hers and the girls did a simultaneous twirl for the boys that caused Carrie’s dress to flare up to mid-thigh. As she completed the twirl, the door to the other room opened and Tommy joined the crowd. Carrie’s heart gave a little lurch. He was gorgeous.

The boys were all in their varsity jackets, T shirts and jeans. They were all beautiful, in various ways. Billy was long and lean and Carrie remembered seeing him last summer swimming at the lake. He reminded her then and now of being all sharp angles.

The other boys were of various sizes and shapes, but all were fit and handsome, confident, large, predatory and focused intently upon her.

Carrie felt each of them undressing her with his eyes, wondering what she looked like naked, how the inner core of her would feel if he were on top of her, between her legs, taking her on the couch, her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss even as her legs crossed across his back, pulling him into her, deeper, deeper …

She felt so alive, so wanted; it was intoxicatingly exciting. “I can see now why Kim has been enjoying herself so much,” Carrie thought to herself. “But I don’t want this to get completely out of control.”

Kim glanced at her and gave her a knowing smile and a wink. “Fun, isn’t it?” she whispered to her with a devilish grin on her beautiful face.

“Yes!” Carrie whispered back, hugging Kim to her. “Thank you!”

Kim hugged her back and took the opportunity to startle Carrie with a quick kiss on the lips which resulted, predictably, in a full-throated howl of male approval.

“Hell Yes!”

“Oh My God that is HOT!”

“Man, Tommy is so damn lucky tonight.”

Kim smiled and Carrie giggled against her friend’s lips. She gave Billy a lidded, smoky look and kissed Kim back. Kim immediately opened her mouth to accept Carrie’s tongue and the girls French kissed one another for the enjoyment of each other and all the guys.

For the next few moments all was silent but for the soft, peaceful crackling of the logs in the wood burning stove and the soft, wet sounds of the girls as they passionately kissed one another, their tongues entwined. The boys were entirely silent, and aside from adjusting themselves, did not dare move for fear of interfering with the moment.

Carrie’s arms were around her friend’s neck, pulling the little Asian siren into the kiss. Kim, a few inches shorter, had one gentle hand on Carrie’s cheek and, as they kissed, she reached her free hand between them. Kim felt soft, and delicate … and oh so sexy. Carrie had never thought she would enjoy kissing a girl.

Carrie moaned audibly as she felt Kim fondle her breasts. She could feel herself becoming even wetter and she broke off the kiss, reluctantly, holding onto Kim. She did not look at the boys, but whispered in Kim’s ear.

“I don’t want my first time to be a gangbang.” She was pleased to notice that Kim was panting slightly.

“It won’t be if you don’t want it to be,” Kim whispered back to her, kissing her on the lips again. “Every guy in this room would do almost anything to have you tonight, but you get to decide who you want.”

“What about you?” Carrie asked her friend, again in a whisper.

The boys leaned forward to hear what the girls were saying, but Kim waved them off and they backed away.

“Oh, I will fuck all of them,” she whispered back to Carrie. “I am going to do just about whatever they want, but don’t worry about me, I love it.”

Kim couldn’t hold the boys off for long. They were close around the girls now, and Carrie felt strong, male hands on her, rubbing her back, touching her ass through her dress and fondling her breasts. She felt herself being separated from Kim and clutched her hand.

“Kimmie,” she said, anxiously.

And then Tommy cut through the crowd. “She’s mine, boys,” he said in his deep voice as he claimed Carrie.

Carrie let herself be pulled to him. He brought a rough, strong hand to her cheek and bent down to kiss her. She kissed him back, eagerly, but he broke it off after a moment.

“Have fun, boys,” he said and Carrie felt and heard him give someone a high five behind her.

Safe in the circle of Tommy’s arms, Carrie turned to watch the rest of the room. George was still sitting on the couch, but Billy and the other two boys were standing near Kim and were rubbing their erections through their jeans. Billy had his free arm around Kim and was reaching around her. Carrie assumed that he was taking the opportunity to fondle her breasts. Kim looked up at him and smiled.

One of the other boys gazed at Carrie and brazenly let his gaze travel slowly up and down her body. “You are one lucky guy tonight, Tommy.”

“Yes, I am.” Carrie could hear his voice rumble through his chest.

Over on the coach, George stood up and shucked off his varsity jacket and shirt, revealing a powerfully built upper body. He was beautiful. He took off his belt and in moments he was naked but for his boxer shorts which did very little to conceal his erection. “I enlisted in the Navy today, Kim, and to celebrate tonight I am going to fuck you sooo hard …”

Kim knocked Billy’s hand away, put her hands on her hips and took up a jaunty pose, with one hip thrust out. “What? With your little dick? I’m not too concerned,” she shot back with a smirk.

George, temporarily nonplussed, gave an indignant “Whaaaat?” which was almost entirely drowned out by peals of male laughter.

He recovered quickly. “Well, it’s time for you to get my ‘little dick’ into your mouth, girl,” he said, shucking his boxers and revealing what Carrie thought to be a rather impressive-looking fully-erect penis, “Get over here!”

Carrie gave a quiet gasp and felt Tommy chuckle softly at her reaction.

Kim clipped her heels together and gave him a sexy little salute. “Aye Aye, Sir!” she chirped.

As Kim sashayed sexily over to George and dropped gracefully to her knees in front of him, Carrie felt Tommy’s strong hand on the small of her back, turning her towards the now open door to the other room. As the quickly disrobing males gathered the last Carrie saw of her slim and elegant friend, still perfectly coifed and still in her sexy little black dress, she was on her knees, surrounded by nude or quickly disrobing eager male bodies, and George had a hand tangled in her hair as he fed his hard cock into her mouth.

Tommy closed the door with a sharp click and Carrie could not see Kim or her lovers anymore. She and Tommy stood silently together in the room for a moment until a male groan of pleasure bled through the thin interior wall of the building.

Tommy gave her a grin. “Every time we get together, George tries to match wits with Kim. It never works, because Kim is wicked smart and George is as dumb as a box of rocks,” he chuckled. “But since every time we get together Kim has to suck his cock and spread her legs for him, I don’t think he really much cares about her smart mouth.”

Carrie gave a nervous little laugh at that and took the moment to look around the room.

The room was small, but large enough to hold a full-sized old but comfortable-looking couch and a table in the corner of the room. There was no light in the ceiling, but there were two stand lamps in opposite corners of the room which threw off pleasingly soft lighting and created interesting shadows across the room. It was cooler in here than in the room with the wood burning stove, but it was still comfortable.

Tommy gazed at Carrie and she looked back at him, meeting his eyes for the first time. He held his hands out to her and after a moment she stepped towards him to take his larger hands in hers.

“Let me take a look at you,” he said, lifting her arms. Carrie blushed, but allowed him to raise her arms up and to the sides. She drank in the sight of him as he gazed at her face, and travelled slowly down her body, stopping at her breasts and again at her hips and thighs.

The interior walls in the building were uninsulated and thin, and as Tommy held Carrie out at arm’s length and gazed at her body, they could both hear the sounds of the sex play in the other room.

“Oh my God I LOVE WINNING!!!” George exulted, as Kim presumably continued to fellate him.

“Oh that’s right, get up on the couch, Kim,” Carrie could hear one of the guys talking.

“OK,” Kim answered, after a brief pause.

“Hey!” George complained, “I didn’t tell you to stop sucking my dick.”

Carrie gave a gasp and her eyes went wide.

Tommy smiled at her.

“Dude,” Billy said, “How the fuck do we get this dress off her while she’s giving you head? And second, just chill out. We’ve got all evening to play with her.”

“What I want,” George complained, “is my dick in her mouth again. Kim, you give the greatest head.”

“Shut up, George,” Billy agreed. “Kim, we appreciate you dressing up and all, we really do, but let’s get you out of that dress.” Carrie could hear a rustling of cloth as one or more of the boys pulled Kim’s dress over her head. Kim briefly made noises of complaint as the dress evidently caught in her hair.

“Jesus Christ, this chick is hot,” Roger said in a reverential tone. “But fucking Tommy! He gets to nail Carrie. I soooo want a piece of that.”

“Amen to that, brother,” Carrie heard Billy agree. “Now Kim, lose those panties and get up on the couch. I am ready to fuck and it looks like George wants to drop his first nut of the night in your mouth. You ready, girl?”

Carrie heard the soft sounds of bodies moving on the couch, “Yes, let’s just give me a sec—” Kim said before her words were interrupted and she spluttered.

“Damn, George, are you in a hurry, or what?” one of the other boys laughed.

Carrie heard the couch springs again and then Billy murmuring something to Kim that she could not make out, shortly followed by a groan from Billy and a moan from Kim as he was the first man of the night to enter her. Carrie could hear the other two boys talking to themselves and teasing Kim as the springs on the couch gave voice to the rhythmic motions of Billy and George giving it to Kim from either end.

Carrie looked towards the sound and then at Tommy with big eyes and Tommy leered at her. “I guess Billy and George are first tonight, eh?”

Carrie retrieved her hands from Tommy and put them to her face. “Oh my God,” Carrie said, blushing. “That is so hot.”

Tommy laughed at her. “That dress looks beautiful on you, Carrie,” he said.

“Thank you,” she replied, her hands still to her face.

Tommy grinned a predatory smile and looked into her eyes. “But it will look even better pooled on the floor.”

Carrie gulped. Tommy was looking at her as prey, and he was enjoying toying with her.

“Turn around, my prize,” he said, pulling on one of her hands.

Carrie felt herself pulled around in a circle, until she was facing away from Tommy. In front of her, she saw the couch and noticed a number of pillows tossed about on the floor. Based on what she had just seen Kim do in the other room, she could guess the intended purpose for pillows on the floor.

And then Tommy’s fingers were in her hair, lifting it up to expose her neck, and his fingers were at the clasp of the zipper of her dress.

“You are like a beautiful gift that I get to unwrap,” he murmured in her ear as he put one hand on her shoulder and nuzzled her neck. Carrie covered the hand on her shoulder with one of her own and felt his other hand gently tug on the zipper until it slowly drew downwards, all the way down the back of her dress, almost all the way down the small of her back.

And then he let go of her and stepped back. “Turn around and face me,” he ordered.

Carrie turned to face him, her hands to her shoulders to prevent the dress from falling further down. She felt excited, but also exposed and vulnerable for the first time since being alone in the room with Tommy.

Tommy gave her another of his wolfish smiles as the sounds of active sex from the other room continued to bleed through the thin walls.

“Now lose the dress!” he commanded.

Carrie gave an open-mouthed look of surprise but took a deep breath and shrugged her shoulders until the dress slid off her shoulders. Her lingerie-covered breasts caught the dress for a moment, and then it slid down to her waist. Not looking Tommy in the eye, Carrie wriggled her hips and pushed the dress down and off her body so that it pooled in a circle around her on the floor.

Tommy drank in the vision that stood before him in a black and lavender bra and panty set, her breasts held high up on her chest, black, elegant thigh-high stockings on her legs and sexy black heels on her feet.

Carrie did not know where to put her hands. She crossed them in front of her breasts and then in front of her panty-covered pussy and eventually just held them awkwardly at her sides.

Tommy looked into her eyes and then again grinned that dangerous smile. Carrie gave a squeak as he swept her up in his arms and brought his lips down to cover hers in a passionate, open-mouthed kiss.

Carrie felt herself melting and she molded herself to him. She lifted herself up onto her tiptoes and tilted her head back to meet him. She felt his strong hand on her back and another tangled in her hair as he pressed his advantage and kissed her. She lifted one elegant foot into the air in the classic pose as she clung to his broad chest and arms.

They kissed for several minutes before his hands began to wander. His hand roamed from her lower back to her ass, barely covered by her high-cut thong panties, and then it moved upward to her bra strap, which he quickly released with an expert twist of his wrist.

She gasped and broke the kiss, settling down on her heels again and crossing her arms across her chest to prevent the bra from coming fully off her body.

He looked down at her trembling eyes and chuckled. He put his hands on her shoulders and took a half-step back, so as to properly see her.

“Let go,” he murmured as he brought her now lose bra straps down her shoulders. “Let me be the first man to see you.”

Carrie dropped her arms and her bra fell from her body. Tommy reached out and cupped her breast. He caressed one naked breast, and then the other, and he gently pinched her nipples until they stood out straight. Carrie moaned.

“You have the most beautiful tits,” Tommy said breathlessly.

He bent down and took one nipple in his mouth. He kissed and sucked from one breast to the other. Carrie could feel his strong and calloused hands on her skin, on her ass and the breast he did not have in his mouth at the moment. She could feel the sandpapery skin of his face on her skin as he nuzzled her. It felt … wonderful. Carrie moaned and pulled his head to her chest.

Eventually, after extensively sampling her breasts and nipples, Tommy came up for air, and he gave her another toe-curling kiss, which Carrie eagerly accepted with an open mouth. Carrie felt his tongue in her mouth and she responded, her entire body buzzing with excitement. Tommy’s kisses were so different than Kim’s, and even more exciting.

Carrie felt wanted, and sooo slutty, standing here topless in only her heels, thigh highs and panties, eagerly accepting Tommy’s tongue in her mouth as his free hand continued to explore her body. She did not know what was going to happen next, but whatever it was she wanted it to happen now.

Carrie broke the kiss and settled back on her heels. She looked up into Tommy’s handsome face as she moved her hands from around his neck to the hem of his shirt. With a tug that caused her breasts to wobble delightfully, Carrie managed to pull Tommy’s shirt from the waistband of his jeans.

Feeling deliciously naughty, Carrie smiled up at Tommy as she lifted his shirt up to the top of his chest. Standing on tiptoes, and pulling his shirt up from the back, she could feel her breasts squashing pleasingly against his deliciously smooth and hard abdominal muscles.

Tommy was too tall for her to be able to get the shirt over his head and Tommy had to help her. He pulled his shirt off and threw it carelessly behind him.

Carrie couldn’t help but touch the smooth hard muscles of his chest and arms and back. He felt just so … massive compared herself.

She raised herself up again, looking for the kiss, and Tommy obliged.

As they kissed, Carrie could hear the action in the other room heating up again. The noises in the other room were again steady sounds of vigorous sexual activity, punctuated occasionally by a wail of pleasure from Kim or the unmistakable sounds of a male achieving a much-delayed orgasm. Carrie’s panties moistened even more as she tried to imagine the male bodies, with their strong hands and heavy limbs, as they surrounded Kim and plundered her body for their mutual pleasure

And then Tommy's energy ... changed. Carrie felt herself spun around and Tommy wrapped her in his strong arms for a moment, one hand crossing her chest and fondling her breasts again, and the other across her firm tummy.

"You're ready," Tommy's voice was hoarse in her ear, his strong arms around her, trapping her body to his.

"Y —" Carrie started to answer, but it wasn’t a question. She gave a feminine but undignified squawk of surprise as he bustled her over to the couch, half-carrying her in his arms.

Before Carrie realized what was happening she was on the couch on her hands and knees, and Tommy's heavy body was behind her and on top of her. The muscles in his arms corded as he lifted her easily and positioned her as he wanted beneath his weight.

His strong body was behind her still, but now he had one jean clad knee between her knees keeping her legs parted. She yelped an objection and tried to wriggle away as he reached beneath her body and slipped his hand under the waistband of her thong panties.

"None of that now," he growled as he circled her waist with his free arm and pulled her back so that she was spooned beneath him.

In her surprise, she struggled against his strength and then gasped as she felt a strong, male finger for the first time penetrate her vagina. Her back stiffened and she took in a deep breath and held it, bewildered by the emotions coursing through her. She was helpless against his advances and it was thrilling and scary all at once.

"My God you are tight," he murmured to her as he explored her with his finger.

"Wait ... wait," Carrie objected, trying to find her bearings and claim some control over the situation.

He withdrew his finger from her vagina but only so he could gently stroke her clitoris, and Carrie gasped again. "There is no waiting, girl. You came here to get fucked. You are mine for the night, and I am going to turn you into a slut, just like I did to your little friend."

Carrie could hear Kim moaning and giggling as the four boys played with her.

Tommy's fingers were expertly diddling Carrie's clitoris. She had ceased struggling to escape and his other hand was now on her neck, pulling her head so that he might whisper into her ear. Carrie felt so thoroughly ... dominated. She could not escape Tommy or stop him, and her desire to do so had completely vanished.

He pushed her down so that she was on her knees and elbows on the couch. He continued fingering her clitoris and pushing himself against her body. She could feel his hard penis, still encased in his jeans, pushing against her nearly naked bottom. Carrie was panting and moaning and Tommy was still whispering into her ear.

"You're going to beg me to fuck you, Carrie," Tommy promised. "I am going to take your body to places you never dreamed of."

Carrie could just feel his self-satisfied grin as he used her. "Ohmygodohmygodohmygod," Carrie groaned as a pressure began to build within her. She could feel her pussy moisten and then Tommy was SLOWING DOWN!!???

"Wha—?" Carrie groaned. "Don't ...."

"Don't what?" Tommy teased her. "Don't stop?" He teased Carrie's clit again and she quivered.

Carrie could hear and feel him chuckling.

"You see, the thing is," Tommy continued, now idly fondling her breasts with his free hand. "I can do whatever I want with you tonight, and I will, but it is just so much more enjoyable for me when I get a sweet, innocent, virgin girl to give herself to me."

He gently pinched her nipples before running his strong hand up her firm and slender arms to her neck and upper back before returning to her tits. Carrie was shaking now with desire, and Tommy was rhythmically pushing his crotch against her ass. When Tommy was not caressing her, she could feel her breasts wobble against the motion of her body.

"Take me," Carrie panted.

"What was that?" She could feel him lean down to her ear. "Take you? I will, but you have to do better than that, my sweet little slut."

She could feel him, his strong, male, heavy body, trapping her beneath him; his strong and calloused hands tenderly touching her and making her desperate for release. "What— what do you want?" Carrie gasped.

Carrie felt Tommy's fingers on her pussy. He gently parted her folds and dipped into her moist wetness before returning again to her clitoris. He fingered her gently until she started to pant as he built her towards orgasm, and then he backed off again. Carrie felt herself moan a complaint.

Tommy started touching her again now just enough to keep her on the edge of release. "Are you my slut?"

"Oh God," Carrie said, "I am, I really am!"

Tommy lifted her up and flipped her over onto her back so quickly that Carrie gasped. In moments, Tommy ripped her panties off her body and down her legs. Carrie looked up to see him leering at her naked form, and then he tossed her panties to the floor before leaning down on top of her, her legs akimbo.

Carrie opened her mouth to accept Tommy’s tongue as he lay on top of her, preparing to claim her as his prize. She could feel his jeans against the tender flesh of her inner thighs and she felt his hands on her body again, fondling her now naked ass as he kissed her. He kissed her, hard, and then kissed his way down her body, stopping to suckle at her breasts again but then quickly down her tummy to her sex.

Carrie gasped and tried to push his head away as he dove into her folds with his tongue but he was far too strong. She struggled, and then his tongue found her clitoris and all rational thought escaped her.

His tongue on her pussy was … glorious, and his fingers in her vagina felt strong and powerful. She felt so deliciously slutty, and she moaned as he palmed her breasts while he pleasured her sex. Her hands on his head changed from trying to push him away to pulling the back of his head into her pussy.

Carrie felt her orgasm approaching as and she herself moaning, her soft cries a counterpoint to Kim’s wails of ecstasy in the next room. The combination of Tommy’s ministrations and the sounds of Kim’s pleasure at the hands of those multiple partners sent Carrie over the edge.

As Carrie climaxed, she thrashed about, grasping Tommy’s head in her hands and crying her pleasure.

For several moments, she heard nothing as she slowly relaxed. Tommy kissed her thighs and her tummy and worked his way back up her body. She tried to avoid his kiss, given that he had just eaten out her pussy, but he insisted. His tongue invaded her mouth again and she tasted herself for the first time.

As they kissed, she realized that the sounds of sexplay in the other room had ceased.

“Yay!” Carrie heard Kim cheer her on. “You go g—”

George’s voice cut over and through Kim. "That's it, Tommy, lay that pipe!"

Kim's voice: "Shut it, George. You are SUCH an idiot."

Her words were accompanied by the sound of a much deserved slap and George’s laughing objection. Kim spoke to Carrie again: "You go, girl! The night is yet young and it sounds that you are having as much fun as I am!"

There followed a meaty thud and a loud complaint by George, "Ow! Fuck you, Roger. What the fuck, man!"

There followed a loud bang and a crash as George tackled Roger. Carrie could hear them laughing as they wrestled and horsed around.

Tommy, with Carrie, chuckled.

“What a couple of morons,” Carrie heard Billy say.

“Seriously. Well, I’m going to take another turn with Kim while those two knuckleheads are busy playing with each other,” Jimmy answered.

But then Carrie lost track of the sounds in the other room because Tommy abruptly pulled her so she was standing before him. He grabbed a pillow and with a confident, predatory smile, dropped it at his feet and pointed imperiously to the ground before him.

He gave her a confident, predatory smile as he unbuckled his jeans and dropped them to the floor. “I’m looking forward to teaching you how to suck dick, my little slut. Get on your knees.”

Looking up at Tommy all the while, Carrie slid down to her knees. Tommy shucked his boxer shorts, and his erection sprang into view.

Carrie ran her fingers over the surface of Tommy’s cock, staring all the while at it in fascination. His hardness spasmed slightly under her touch as she explored the engorged veins down the underside of the shaft.

“Use your mouth. Lick the tip clean.” Tommy's voice was strained.

Carrie took the shaft in both hands and curled an obedient tongue over the eye, eliciting a groan from the owner of the dick in her mouth. She giggled at his response and slurped at the head, scooping up a shining bead of pre-cum as she did.

“Now flick your tongue under the head. Yes, just like that.” She worked at him heatedly, no longer sure she knew what she was doing.

Carrie gazed up at Tommy’s handsome features, feeling some imperative she did not understand to please him. She stared intently as the efforts of her busy tongue began to register in his face. He was enjoying what she was doing.

Remembering what Kim had done, Carrie bent her head to take the the bulbous head of Tommy’s hard penis into her mouth. She wondered at the feel of it, the firm and soft sensation of his organ in her mouth and in her hands.

Tommy let out a long breath Carrie had been unaware he had been holding. “Holy shit, girl. You are a natural. That’s awesome.”

She got into a rhythm, bobbing her head up and down. Tommy gave a pleased grunt as she started stroking the shaft of his cock in time to her sucking. She felt Tommy’s hand on her head, clutching her ponytail at the base and she felt him use his hand in her hair to control her movements as he started to gently thrust into her mouth.

“Uh-uh,” Carrie said, shaking her head slightly, her voice muffled by the fact that Tommy’s dick was filling her mouth.

The pressure eased as Tommy removed his hand from the back of her head. He reached down between them and fondled one of her breasts as she continued to fellate him, her blonde ponytail rocking back and forth like a metronome.

Tommy pulled her hand to his balls and she gently fondled his testicles as she licked and kissed the undersigned of his hard cock all the way down the shaft, and then back up again. He groaned as she again slipped the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked him hard.

His knees gave a little tremble, and she took his cock out of her mouth and grinned up at him. “Enjoying yourself?” she asked with a wicked smirk on her delicate face as she flicked her tongue at the tip. A bead of precum welled up again and she considered it for a moment before covering his dick with her mouth again.

“Oh God yes,” Tommy moaned.

Carrie enjoyed the duality of the situation. She was on her knees before him, his organ in her mouth, but his control seemed to be slipping. Despite being his subservient little slut, she had some control over him and she liked it.

But all of a sudden he stepped back. “What?” Carrie asked in surprise, wiping her chin, as his cock slipped from her mouth.

He bent down to kiss her, and lifted her onto her feet. “Get on the couch,” Tommy ordered, his cock rock hard.

“Okay,” Carrie said, with an excited and nervous smile.

Tommy joined her on the couch. He pulled a pillow beneath her head as he lay on top of her, her legs parting to accept him as he maneuvered his body into position. Carrie’s big blue eyes met his brown as he reached between them to maneuver his cock into position.

Carrie tensed up and bit her lip as she felt his hardness part her folds. She gasped as she felt his penis penetrate her. He stopped for a moment and then he was inside her. Carrie gasped at the sudden, brief pain and Tommy paused to allow her to get used to a man inside her.

Carrie felt him inside her, and as the pain subsided, pleasure began to take its place. She ran her hands over his massive arms and his muscled back and lifted her chin for a kiss. He bent down to kiss her and wrapped her in his arms as he slowly pushed farther into her until his cock was completely enveloped by her.

She clutched at him has he began to move within her, her arms around his back and her ankles around the backs of his legs. “Uhhhnnnn,” she moaned with pleasure as he took her.

Tommy took control of her, and she moved to his rhythm as he plundered her body for their mutual pleasure. She felt him as he fondled her body even as he was moving inside her, his hands on her breasts, and her ass, his hands tangled in her hair, his tongue in her mouth even as he caressed her neck as he pushed himself as deep into her vagina as he could.

He took her hands in his own, and pressed her hands on the couth on either side of her head. He stared into her eyes as he fucked her, her hands trapped by his, her body beneath his massive, heavy weight, his cock plunging into her pussy.

“Oooohhh,” she moaned, her eyes wide. “I LIKE that!”

But Tommy was too intent on his own needs to respond. She felt his urgency rise and he pushed her down into the couch as his tempo increased until he crested and roared his release. She could feel the tension pour out of him as his cock jetted the contents of his balls into her.

There came a great swell of noise as the participants of the sexplay in the next room gave voice to their cheers. Carrie giggled into Tommy’s massive shoulder as she felt his orgasm subside.

Her body tingled with pleasure and she sighed with contentment as he lifted himself from her and moved behind her and wrapped her in her arms.

“You are amazing,” Tommy said, the hand cuddled beneath her reached around to grasp one of her breasts.

“Thank you,” Carrie said with a trembling smile. She was glad that Tommy could not see her face. She felt wonderful, but hollow somehow.

“You are coming to the prom with me,” Tommy said.

“Uh … okay,” Carrie said, taken aback. His had not been a question.

Carrie could hear murmurs of quiet conversation in the other room. It sounded … pleasant and friendly. She could remember the fun and exciting sounds from before, when Kim had happily allowed herself to be used to satisfy their needs.

She could imagine tiny Kim now, naked, surrounded by four sated men, talking and hanging out calmly. She liked the dichotomy between the passion and wild energy of the men as they had taken turns in Kim and the easy, fun quiet that followed.

She felt her pussy tingle.

“You had a good time, C Baby?” Carrie could hear Kim call out to her from the next room.

Carrie could feel Tommy chuckle as he spooned her and palmed her breasts. “Y – Yes,” she stammered, blushing a little.

“OK, good. Now we have to get you out of here before Tommy wants a second round,” Kim answered, and Carrie could hear her stand up and move around. “Where … what did you guys do with my dress – okay, thanks.”

Some of the guys complained. “Come on! I got to fuck you once!” “You didn’t suck my cock tonight!”

“Tough,” Kim said, without rancor. “Maybe next time. Stop it and give me my damn underwear.”

Tommy got up and handed Carrie her dress. He looked reluctant to let her go.

She glanced at him and smiled, and then scurried around for her shoes and lingerie. Tommy watched her as she dressed, and Carrie blushed. Tommy watching her dress herself was almost more intimate than their coupling had been.

Carrie pulled the dress over her head and settled it around her before she was suddenly pulled into Tommy’s arms. “Every one of those guys in the other room would give almost anything to have you,” he murmured to her, and she gasped.

“But I am going to keep you to myself,” he continued, looking into her eyes. Kim opened the door to collect her friend but stopped as she saw them.

Carrie tried to extricate herself from Tommy’s grasp, but he held on to her for a moment longer so that he had time to bend down to her ear and whisper to her so that only Carrie could hear him: “For now.”

And then Kim was there, pulling Carrie away from Tommy and giving him a look. As the girls walked through the main room to exit the building, a cheer rose from the four boys by the couch. Carrie blushed as she and Kim tripped on out of the building and into Kim’s car.

“Dude!” Carrie heard one of them call out to Tommy, “How was sh---.” But then the door closed behind her and the girls could not hear the boys’ conversation anymore.

Kim and Carrie shared a look and a smile. Carrie felt bubbly and happy, and she and Kim shared a lot of laughs on the way back home.

“I told you he would treat you right,” Kim said knowingly, giving Carrie a big, wicked grin.

“Oh yeah,” Carrie wholeheartedly agreed.

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For the next week, Carrie relived her experience in her mind. She thought of Tommy’s hands, his smell, the feel of his large, muscular body, but what she thought about more than anything were his final words: “For now.”

Those words were sexy, exciting and oh so deliciously scary.

Just the way she liked it.