Fun Times: Prologue, Part 3 - Sex Stories

Fun Times: Prologue, Part 3

... 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 ...