Tag: The Game

Chapter One - Kara: Righteous Slut

 

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Story Codes: m/f, M/f, Mast, Oral, First, Reluctant, Exhibition, School, Religion, Incest
Synopsis: Kara is a fifteen year old freshman who finds herself as one of five contestants in the subversive, urban myth known only as Tag, a game where the rules are simple: Fuck as many guys as possible before the game ends...without getting caught, using birth control, or falling in love. Simple, right?

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Copyright 2008-2009 Rachael Ross - Note: This story is in progress!

 

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"Kara…" he whispered, putting his hands on my hips, "…bend over. Hurry up."

"What?" I gasped, looking around the library and it was the middle of third period study hall. Like fifty kids were in there.

"Shhh…" he was tugging at my jeans, pulling them down with one hand and pushing on my back with the other.

"N-No! Stop!" I whispered, blinking at the boy over my shoulder. "We're gonna get caught!"

"No we won't!" he whispered back, breathing the words into my ear. "Get down, we're gonna do it real quick."

"I don't want to…Ugh!" I groaned as he leaned into me, putting his weight between my slender shoulders and I fell onto the table.

"Be quiet!" the boy hissed.

He yanked my pants down, having undone the button in the front, and then my panties. My ass was exposed completely with my jeans tight around my thighs and he kicked my feet apart as far as they'd go, which wasn't very far at all.

"P-Please…Ugh! No!" I grunted, wincing and shutting my eyes tightly as I felt his hard cock stabbing into my dry pussy.

"Ow! Fuck…tight…bitch…Uhhh…" he breathed, pushing his cock inside me completely and my flushed cheeks were wet with tears.

People did see us. They had to since we weren't really hiding. The librarians couldn't see us, but a dozen high school kids stared, whispering and giggling. I could hear them beneath the pounding of my heart and the heavy breathing of the boy behind me, his groans coming in time with his thrusts. His cock wasn't too large, but it hurt me at first. Him too, probably, but only for a minute or less than that, until his precum made it easier. Until my own juices started flowing as they always did.

I lay sprawled on the table with my books beneath me, my breasts flat against the hard surface. I held my breath until I remembered that it didn't help, breathing was better and I relaxed. I had no choice as the guy fucked me harder, driving his cock into my pussy easier now, getting himself balls deep every time. He held my hips and pulled me back to meet his crotch with my ass.

"Hey Kara!" a girl said with a giggle and I opened my eyes, frowning beneath a tangle of dirty blonde hair as she took my picture.

The flash drew even more attention and the library was getting noisy, the librarian's were telling people to be quiet and asking what the commotion was. They were going to catch us and I blinked back my tears as I burned with humiliation. I held the edges of the table so tightly that my fingers were numb, my knuckles turning white. I felt a familiar throb deep in my tummy and moving lower, down into my sex as the tender walls of my pussy were wrapped tightly around the cock inside me.

I had two heartbeats, one in my chest and one in my cunt. I was cumming, like a bolt out of the blue. It just hit me and I gasped, shivering and rocking my hips, rolling my ass against the boy as he rode my orgasm hard. I was creaming all over his cock and that ultimate betrayal made it even better somehow. The contractions in my pussy were going to bring him off too and I fought against the overwhelming pleasure to lift my head and look at him.

"Don't cum…" I gasped, "…Inside me…Don't…Pull out…"

"Ohhh fuck!" he drove his cock as far into my trembling cunt as he could and I winced as I felt his balls unloading inside my fertile womb.

"Oh! Nooo…" I sighed, closing my eyes and feeling nothing but the vague warmth of his semen spreading through me. The soft spasms of my pussy nursing on his jerking prick, milking him for every drop my teenage body could get. I had no choice. It wasn't up to me and I was still cumming anyway. We'd cum together right at the end.

He held himself inside me just long enough to make sure he was done, the last weak spurt of his fuck juice dribbling into the depths of my vagina, before pulling out quickly. He zipped himself up without a word, leaving me bent over the table with my pants around my thighs, my panties too, and my raw, gaping sex dripping with our combined juices.

I stood up on rubbery legs, refusing to look around as I pulled up my panties and then my jeans quickly, snapping them closed just as Mrs. Ferley, one of the librarians, walked around one of the long, high bookshelves. I picked up my books, clutching them to my breasts and turned away, praying she hadn't seen my red face and wet cheeks. I could feel the cum in my pussy squishing out of me as I walked away, practically running through the maze of shelves, turning this way and that at random until I found myself near the entrance.

"Do you have a hall pass?" Mrs. Todson asked me before I could make my escape and I shook my head.

"No ma'am."

"Then find a seat, Kara." She pointed with her pen and I was trapped for another twenty minutes until the period was over.

I found an empty study desk, a carrel with privacy dividers and I buried my head between them. I reached down to feel the crotch of my jeans damp with the fluids leaking from my pussy. I'd made a real mess running around like I had and I kicked myself for it. I should have known better and I cupped my hand, feeling the heat radiating out of me. I remembered my orgasms, how good they'd felt, especially the second one I'd had right at the end. I hated it when they made me cum, but I always did and I squeezed my thighs together around my fist.

"There you are!" Heather giggled and she'd been the one taking my picture.

She was always there to take my picture and I glanced at her with a frown and then looked away.

"Don't be like that, Kara!" she whispered, taking the seat next to mine and sliding it closer. "You did good! You didn't even get caught."

"Leave me alone," I whispered back.

"You smell too!" Heather laughed again. "He must have spunked you up good! Did you cum too?"

"Shut-up," I looked at her, giving her my dark blue eyes, but the eighteen year old senior didn't care.

"That's nine for you already," she told me, as if I wouldn't know. "But I heard Amber got tagged this morning in the bathroom."

"So what?" I put my head down.

"So we're still behind," Heather said. "And you know what happens if we lose, right?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

"You don't want everybody getting pictures…"

"I said I know!"

"…your mom and dad? Your grandparents?"

"Be quiet!"

"They'll all find out what a slut you are, Kara," she told me. "I'll make sure of that."

"The bell's gonna ring," I said, wishing it would as I stood up, but there were still a few minutes left.

"Check the website tonight," Heather said as I walked away from her. "We're losing, Kara…I can't do everything, you know!"

The bell did ring, finally, and I had five minutes to get into the bathroom and try to clean myself up before my English class. I walked down the hallway quickly, with my head bowed so I could avoid all the stares. I tried not to hear the talking, but that was harder. The laughter too. Everyone knew. It was the biggest secret in the world and how the teachers hadn't found about it, I didn't have a clue. Probably some of them did. It wouldn't surprise me. Nothing could surprise me anymore.

"That's her, yeah…She's one of them," a girl pointed me out for her friends as I went into the bathroom.

"Hey Kara," Shauna's reflection grinned at me as I walked past her. We'd been best friends back in sixth grade, but not anymore.

"I heard you got tagged by Ritchie in the library," Monica laughed. "Almost got busted too."

"Leave me alone," I said, closing the stall door behind me.

"How was he?" Linda wondered. "Did he have a big dick or what?"

"Yeah, Kara…" Shauna giggled, "…you can tell us. Did he make you cum?"

"Shut-up," I breathed, wiping at the soggy mess between my thighs with some toilet paper.

"I bet she did," Monica said. "I heard she gets off on it."

"Yeah," Linda agreed. "They all do."

"Sluts," Shauna sighed. "I hope they all get knocked up."

"Which one did you bet on?" Linda asked and I was trying really hard to ignore them.

"Kara," Monica said, maybe teasing me or maybe not. "Who else?"

"I bet on that Susan girl," Linda told her friends.

"Susan?" Shauna snorted. "She's totally lame."

"She's hot though," Linda said.

"They're all hot!" Monica laughed. "Why do you think they're playing?"

"I don't know," Linda said as their voices faded. "I'm just saying…"

They'd left the bathroom and I'd about given up on trying to clean my pussy. Whoever that guy had been, Ritchie? I didn't know him, but he'd really put a lot of cum inside me, like way up inside me too. I even tried to finger the stuff out, but I was still squishy. My panties were hopeless anyway. I just folded some toilet paper into something like a pad and pulled my panties back up. I'd brought some real pads with me after the first day, but Heather had taken them away. They were against the rules, like condoms were, because the idea was to get spermed and wear it like a real slut should. Proudly. I wasn't supposed to worry about stuff like cum stains, but I did. The other girls did too, maybe, but I hadn't really talked to them. That was against the rules too.

"Kara, would you mind sticking around for a minute after class today," Mr. Nelson told me and I shrugged.

The whole school went to lunch at noon and so after the class was over, I just stood there, looking down as the other kids filed out of the room. I didn't really mind, since going to the cafeteria was the part of the day I hated most. All the kids were there and Heather would grab me and drag me over to her table so I had to sit with her and her friends. They'd tease me for half an hour or so and I figured sooner or later someone would fuck me there. Just bend me over the table and do me in front of the whole school. But we'd get caught for sure then, so maybe not, but I was afraid of it.

"Kara," Mr. Nelson smiled at me and he looked like a zillion other middle-aged teachers. Kind of big, a little over-weight and going bald, pale skin and all that. He wore the cheap two piece suit and an ugly tie his wife had bought for his kids to give him for Father's Day, you know. He had the ring on his finger and he was playing with it while he looked at me, twisting it around and smiling, but he wasn't thinking about his wife.

"Uh…Am I in trouble, Mr. Nelson?" I asked him, because I had no idea why he'd want me to stay after class.

"No," he shook his head. "I just need you to pull those jeans down for me."

"W-What?" I stared at him, feeling all the blood draining from my face. My heart had stopped and I was shaking my head.

"You know the rules," he smiled. "Any guy who wants you, Kara…Now get those pants down."

"B-But…You're a teacher!" I stammered. "You can't…"

"Yes, Kara, I most certainly can," he said, taking me by the shoulders and pushing me towards the wall, "…and so can you."

"P-Please…Mr. Nelson…I don't want to…" I fumbled with the button at the front of my jeans, but I could sense his impatience.

"I heard about you," he chuckled, grabbing the waistband of my pants and yanking them down for me. My panties stayed up, but they were askew and he yanked them down as well.

"Wha-What?" I whispered, bracing myself against the cool cinderblock wall with my palms as I reluctantly spread my legs.

"You're the slut who likes to say no just before she cums," he said with a soft snort. "Fuck, you're gorgeous though…Step back a little, push that ass out a little more."

"Oh! Ummm…" I took a deep breath and licked my lips when I felt him rubbing his swollen cock up and down my slit.

"Sloppy seconds," Mr. Nelson breathed. "Yummy."

"Ahhh!" I gasped loudly as his penis was much larger than the one I'd taken in the library. It felt huge and I was very glad my pussy was already soaked with the juices from my previous fuck.

Mr. Nelson's cock slid inside me easily and it didn't stop until he touched the bottom of my sex with an electric jolt that put me on my tiptoes! I'd never felt anything like that before and a shiver went up my spine as the man held himself there for a long moment, enjoying how tight my fifteen year old pussy felt wrapped snugly around his forty year old prick.

"Get used to it, Kara," he whispered. "I'm going to fuck you hard in a minute."

I moaned softly as I felt his hands sliding up my sides and around to the front of my t-shirt so he could hold my smallish tits. I wore no bra, those weren't allowed either and I'd removed it on my way to school. My nipples throbbed beneath Mr. Nelson's thumbs as he squeezed my tits nicely, real nicely, and mashed my puffy nipples until I had to move against him. I mean, his cock was inside me! I was filled with it and all he did was play with my tits. I couldn't help it. I was fucking him myself, pushing back and grinding my pussy onto his cock.

"Hmmm…" he breathed, "…that's a girl, Kara. Fuck Daddy's big cock now. See? Nice, baby…Nice and tight…Yeah…That's it…Give it a push now…Here it comes, Kara…"

"Ohhh…" I groaned as he drew his cock back slowly, leaving with an almost uncomfortable emptiness, and then pushed inside me again.

That was amazing! I didn't want to fuck him, but his cock found something, kissed a part of me that was new. My cervix? I had no idea, maybe just the very bottom of my cunt as he stretched me around his huge cock. The air was kicked out of me as Mr. Nelson fucked me with those long, beautiful strokes. My small clit buzzed and I felt the old juices being churned into a milky froth. His thick shaft was painted with it, semen and girl cum being pulled out my pussy, scraped off him by my clinging labia so that it ran down my thighs and dripped onto my stretched panties.

"You like Daddy's cock, Kara?" Mr. Nelson asked me, punctuating his teasing with a slap to my ass.

"Oh!" I nodded quickly, arching my back as I bent lower for him.

"Tell me," he whispered. "I want to hear it, baby."

"F-Fuck me!" I gasped as he spanked me again. "I like it! Oh God!"

"Heh! Little slut!" Mr. Nelson chuckled and he started pounding my tight pussy, really driving his fat prick inside me good.

He'd brought his hands down to my hips, squeezing my hot flesh and pulling my ass backwards to his thighs every time his prick filled me. The smooth head would find that spot at the bottom, punching me like a buttery fist and a confusion of pleasure and pain would explode in my cunt and I was cumming. Hating and loving myself for it all at once. I always came and this one was the best. I begged him to fuck me harder, to never stop feeding me his wonderful cock. I almost fell, but Mr. Nelson held me up, panting as he stood behind me, bending his knees and driving himself into me like a machine.

"I'm gonna cum, Kara," he breathed. "Soon…Real…Soon…"

"N-No…Not in…Me…" I begged him even as I pushed myself back, helping the man fuck me, "…P-Please…"

"Turn around," he groaned, pulling his cock out of my pussy and spinning me on my heels, pushing me down quickly.

I was barely aware of what we were doing. My sex felt swollen and burning and suddenly empty as the walls of my cunt collapsed with the rapid spasms of my orgasm. The emptiness was an ache and I moaned and then gasped as Mr. Nelson took my hair in his fist and jerked my head back. His other hand stroked his slimy cock furiously and I blinked at it without understanding until the first jet of hot semen threw itself over my upturned face.

It fell in my hair and across my left eye and nose and mouth. Another spurt and another, my teacher's cum poured out him so quickly that he might have been pissing semen. He painted my face with it for a few seconds and finished in my open mouth as I blinked through a film of stinging sperm. My eyes watered and his salty load pooled on my tongue until Mr. Nelson pushed the head of cock between my lips and fucked my mouth. I swallowed some of his cum, but then he went too deeply and I choked and coughed around his prick.

"Oh, Kara…You messy little girl," he chided me with a chuckle, slapping his wet cock against my cheeks and finally rubbing it around as cum and spit dribbled from my lips and down my chin.

He used my long blonde hair to clean his penis, to dry it off somewhat before putting it back in his trousers and zipping up. I sat on the floor awkwardly, with my pants around my knees and my panties twisted inside them. My own cum and the juices of our fuck spilled out of my splayed sex, making a small puddle on the floor of the classroom, and my face was covered with thick gobs of semen. My neck as well, since I really hadn't swallowed very much at all, but only coughed and spit it out as I tried to breathe.

"Whe-Where's Heather?" I asked weakly, looking around in confusion as Mr. Nelson smiled down at me.

"Who?"

"Heather," I repeated with a thick swallow and I could taste his musky semen. "She's supposed to be here…taking…my picture."

"Pictures?" he laughed and reached for my hands. "For the game? This doesn't count, Kara."

"What?" I stood up slowly and narrowed my eyes at the man.

"You think I want a picture of me fucking you?" he laughed. "Pull up your panties and get out of here, slut. Go get some lunch."

"B-But…" I didn't understand and I pulled up my panties like he told me, pulling them tight against my puffy sex.

"I'll give you a B minus for the fuck," he opened the door and smiled at me. "You need to work on your cocksucking skills."

"What?" I didn't know what he was talking about. I mean, I did…but I didn't. Heather was supposed to take my picture to prove I'd gotten fucked, otherwise it didn't count. Where was she?

Mr. Nelson left and I pulled up my pants and saw the wad of tissue I'd been using for a pad on the floor. It had fallen out of my panty and I picked it up and dropped it in the waste basket near Mr. Nelson's desk. The hallway was empty at least, since everyone was in the cafeteria, and I hurried towards the bathrooms.

"Ewwww!" some girl stared at me, standing beneath the open windows high on the wall. A couple girls, smoking in the bathroom.

"God!" another laughed.

"That's just fuckin' ill," the third one shook her head and blew out a cloud of smoke.

I was afraid to look in the mirror, but I did and my reflection horrified me. I was covered with semen, most of it a glistening glaze, but with pasty lumps and thick blobs here and there. I couldn't even see out of my left eye. There was a pool of cum covering it and my hair was sticky and clumped together with semen at my left temple.

"Which one are you?" the girl in the leather jacket asked me, tossing her short black hair.

"Kara," I answered, knowing it wouldn't do me any good to ignore her. I didn't really know those girls, but I'd heard of them and I just hoped they wouldn't offer to wash my face for me, you know, like in one of the toilets.

"You look like a rat," the first one decided and she was taller and blonde with her hair in a ponytail. She wore a Metallica t-shirt and a pair of dirty work boots.

"Yeah. A rat drowned in sperm maybe," the last one scoffed and she was the smallest, with short, spiky hair and a denim jacket covered with flair. She had chains hanging from her belt loops and they jingled when she moved.

"You suck clitoris or just dick?" the blonde asked, grabbing her crotch like a guy would. "I got a little something for ya, if you want it."

Her friends laughed while I washed my face in the sink.

"Maybe you should suck hers," the one in leather suggested. "Are you the one that got fucked under the bleachers this morning?"

"No," I told her, spitting out a mouthful of cummy water.

"That bitch could fuck!" Spiky giggled.

"Which one was that?" Blondie wondered.

"I don't know." I turned my head and tried to wash my hair under the faucet.

"She took like four guys," Leather told me. "Just bam bam bam! One after another. She's kickin' your ass."

"No shit," Spiky agreed with a grin. "You better get your ass humpin' on some dick!"

"Does ass fuckin' count?" Leather giggled. "Stupid sluts. Come on, let's get out of here."

"Let me know if you wanna party sometime," Blondie grabbed my ass as she walked by.

I watched them leave, trying to dry myself off with paper towels before anybody else came in. It was pretty embarrassing being called a slut by a bunch of dykes, but at least they hadn't decided to beat me down or anything. I'd heard they'd grabbed another freshman, a girl named Cindy, and dragged her into the girls' locker room and made her lick them out or something. Someone said they'd made her drink their piss too, but probably that was lie. Either way, Cindy hadn't come back to school the next day and now she went to a private school. Could be it was just coincidence though, and nothing had ever happened at all. High school was like that sometimes.

"Where the fuck have you been?" The bathroom door opened and Heather looked pissed.

"I was…"

"Shut-up!' she looked over her shoulder. "She's in here, Malcolm. Hurry up!"

"What's going on?" I asked stupidly, staring as a big black guy pushed past Heather and she followed him into the bathroom.

"In here…" he said, going into the first stall. I blinked as he dropped his pants and sat down on the toilet.

He was a senior named Malcolm and I'd seen him around, but I didn't know him anymore than I knew any of the seniors. No more than I'd known that Ritchie guy who'd fucked me in the library, but they knew me. Malcolm was looking at me expectantly as he sat there holding a long, black dick in his fist, stroking it up and down slowly.

"Get in there, Kara!" Heather was pushing me into the stall. "You only got like three minutes, so fuck him quick!"

"Get on this, bitch," Malcolm told me, grabbing the waistband of my jeans and pulling me close. "Why you all wet for?"

"But…I can't…We have to…" I started protesting, but that was a waste of breath as he got my pants down and then turned me so I was looking at Heather.

"Shut the fuck up and get your skinny ass on my black motherfucker!" Malcolm pulled me down so I was sitting on his lap with his hard, black cock jutting upward between my thighs.

"Help him get it in, Kara," Heather rolled her eyes. "Christ! He was supposed to fuck you in the cafeteria. Everybody was waiting!"

"Just…Wait…Ahhh…No…I can…Oh!" I gasped as Malcolm worked his cock around beneath me and found my sloppy hole easily.

"Bitch is fuckin' soaked!" he laughed, pulling me down by the hips and I gasped loudly as I was suddenly impaled on his cock, every inch of it buried inside my sloppy cunt.

"…and then he said he loved me!" a girl said as she entered the bathroom, followed by half a dozen other voices.

They were all giggling and talking about their boyfriends or something. I didn't know or care. Malcolm was bouncing me off his muscular thighs as I rode his cock hard and fast. I had my hands on the stall dividers, my arms spread to keep myself steady and my jeans and panties were down around my ankles. I spread my knees and leaned forward, letting Malcolm do all the work as he pushed and pulled me up and down.

"C-Close the…ugh…door!" I gasped, staring at Heather as she stood just outside the stall holding her little camera and smiling.

"No way!" she laughed and a couple girls, juniors I thought, were looking past her and blinking at me.

"God! She's fucking a black guy!" one of them said and the other giggled nervously.

"In the girls' bathroom!" the other giggled and then yelled, "Hey you guys! Check this out!"

"Ohhh…N-No just…leave me…alone…" I panted, wincing as Malcolm's cock seemed to reach just as deep into my sex as Mr. Nelson's had.

I don't think he was any bigger, but Malcolm had a better angle and he wasn't exactly small in the dick department either. He wasn't really thick, but seriously long and hard as steel. The guy's cock was straight as an arrow and didn't give even a little as it slammed into the bottom of my cunt, jolting me with a little explosion of electric joy every time. Yeah. I was rocking that cock hard, burning with humiliation as four or five girls crowded around Heather to watch me get fucked.

"Pull her back," Heather said after a minute or two. "Show me her cunt, I wanna get a good picture with your cock in it."

"Say cheese, bitch!" Malcolm chuckled as he pulled me against his chest and held me there.

My pale thighs were spread as wide as they'd go and my pussy was right there, stuffed with black cock and I was going to cum as my clit was thrumming against the shaft. Malcolm was balls deep inside me and my labia were pulled out around the base of his cock, gripping him tightly as Heather took our picture. Malcolm's face was hidden behind me, naturally. None of the guys who'd fucked me had their faces in the pictures, only their cocks.

"Think your mom's gonna like that one?" Heather teased me with a giggle. "Kara fucking her first black dick!"

"Once you go black…" some girl sang softly.

"…you never go back!" another girl finished and they all laughed as I dropped my face, hiding behind a veil of damp, blonde hair.

I burned under their happy attention, with my blood rushing hot beneath my flushed skin and nipples throbbing with excitement. They were all teasing me, asking me how it felt to fuck a black guy. Asking me what I'd name my black baby when it was born. They got really excited when it became obvious that I was cumming. Malcolm was holding me with his strong arms around my tummy and I was fucking him. I was helpless as my cunt throbbed with rapid contractions of pure pleasure. I was grinding my cunt on his cock, squeezing it with the walls of my well fucked pussy, and that was all he needed to finish the job.

"Yo bitch! Feel that? Your shit's milkin' my fuckin' balls! Daaaaamn girl! You a real slut, huh!" Malcolm held me down, keeping me tight against his chest and stuffed with cock as he ejaculated against my cervix.

The sensation of his semen jetting against the tender mouth of my womb brought me off again. Multiple orgasms stole whatever shred of self-respect I had left. I was writhing in the man's arms, grinding my ass against his dark skin and nearly sobbing with ecstasy. It was a loud cum, even for me, and my high pitched moans echoed off the bathroom walls and tiled floor. I must have cum for two or three minutes, it was that good, and by the end of it I was limp as a rag doll, breathless and burning inside and out as I lay against Malcolm's chest.

"Get your ass up, bitch!" he pushed me off his still semi-hard cock. "Bell's ringing. You don't hear that shit?"

"Wha-What?" I stood up and then had to lean against the partition as I shook my head.

Heather was already gone and most of the girls who'd been watching us as well, although they'd been replaced by others. Girls I knew, friends I'd gone to school with for years. They were all staring at me, smiling and laughing, whispering as Malcolm pushed me out of the stall and I stumbled, shuffling my feet as my jeans were still around my ankles.

A creamy trickle of semen and girl cum dripped out of my pussy. My thighs were covered with the stuff down to my knees. I'd been fucked by two large cocks back to back, within half an hour of each other, and my vagina felt loose and sore, my pussy lips hanging down and much longer than I ever remembered them being. They were dripping too and I regained my senses enough to pull up my panties, struggling to avoid the stares and ignore the laughter.

"Sup ladies?" Malcolm walked out of the stall smiling at the girls and rubbing the bulge in his trousers as he left the bathroom.

"Oh my God! She was fucking Malcolm?"

"I bet his dick was huge!"

"Look at her!"

"What a slut!"

"Fucking in the bathroom! She's crazy!"

"I'd never do that!"

"My dad would kill me if I even looked at a black guy!"

I left the bathroom with my head down, still feeling the adrenalin and endorphins and whatever else kicking in my blood. I felt high and giddy. I'd cum so good and I felt like I was glowing. I loved the sex. I loved cumming all over a big, hard cock…And the humiliation. I got off on that too and I hated myself for it. That love-hate thing. God! I was giggling and crying at the same time as I found my locker. It was insane and I rubbed my pussy through my jeans, feeling as if I'd peed myself. I was so wet down there now as Malcolm's semen ran from my stretched pussy to soak into my clothes. And hot. My pussy still burned and throbbed and my clit thrummed as I grabbed my crotch in a small fist and squeezed it.

I was a slut. There could be no doubt about that anymore and soon everyone else would know it too.

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"Kara? Is that you?"

"Yes, Mother," I called back to her, taking off my shoes near the kitchen door and thankful that she wasn't right there to greet me as she usually was.

I needed to get upstairs and get out of my clothes. My panties were drenched with cum and the denim of my jeans was soaked through with the stuff. I had a large, dark stain between and down my thighs and even my butt was wet as I'd had to sit through my last three classes of the day feeling Malcolm's semen leaking from my sex.

"Come into the parlor, dear," she said. "I want you to meet some new members."

Mother was entertaining and I winced, knowing there was no possible excuse I could make that she would accept. I tried anyway.

"I'll be right there, Mother," I said, leaving the kitchen for the stairs just around the corner. "I just need to run upstairs and…"

"Kara…" her tone of voice said it all. She stood in the archway leading to the front parlor and gave me an impatient look, but she hadn't noticed the mess in my pants yet.

"Yes Mother," I nodded, dropping my eyes. "Coming."

"Here's my daughter," Mother smiled as she took her customary seat and three other women were sitting around the coffee table, drinking tea and looking very proper.

They were older, in their forties or fifties perhaps, like my mother who'd been married at forty and giving birth to me a little more than nine months later. I was an only child and my father was old as well, celebrating his sixtieth birthday the month before.

"Kara, I'd like you to meet…Good gracious!" she blinked at me as I stood there looking contrite and flushing pink with embarrassment. "What happened to you?"

"The, um…The bus," I said softly. "Someone spilled Coke on the seat and I didn't know until I sat down and…"

"You're a mess!" Mother frowned and I knew I'd take a whipping later. "Go upstairs this minute and clean yourself up. We have guests!"

"Yes Mother," I nodded quickly. "I'm sorry." I turned and left her to apologize to the three women as they stared at my wet butt.

She wouldn't have a lot of patience and so I wasn't able to take the bath I wanted so desperately. I washed my pussy as best I could, squatting in the bathtub and counting the seconds in my head. I dried myself and put on fresh panties and a nice dress, hoping that would make things better somehow. It was lavender and one of Mother's favorites, with white buttons and a satin sash, a lacy collar around my neck. I brushed my hair and pinned it back, making myself as presentable as possible.

"That's much better," Mother smiled as I reentered the parlor. "Now, Kara…This is Mrs. Stevens, Mrs. Eversman, and Mrs. Porter."

"It's very nice to meet you," I said carefully, smiling shyly and nodding my head as they smiled back.

I had to sit with them, of course, and I sat very straight, with my shoulders back and my legs crossed high beneath my modest dress. I kept my hands in my lap and I didn't fidget. Luckily, I didn't really have to say anything unless one of the ladies asked me a question. A fifteen year old girl wasn't supposed to be heard, only seen. So I smiled a lot and nodded as my mother spoke for me.

"Kara is our organist," Mother told them. "I'm getting too old for it; my arthritis, you know."

"Hmmm…" the ladies nodded sympathetically.

"Yes," one of them, Mrs. Eversman smiled at me. "I saw you playing last Sunday. You're very good, Kara."

"Thank you," I dropped my eyes modestly.

"Does she have a boyfriend yet?" Mrs. Stevens wondered and I swallowed hard at that, knowing my mother's reaction.

"Good heavens!" Mother looked shocked. "She's much too young for that. Perhaps after college…"

"Oh," Mrs. Stevens nodded, but her smile seemed a little forced. "I have a son attending high school. Brian…Do you know him, Kara? He's in eleventh grade, just turned seventeen."

"No ma'am," I smiled apologetically. "I don't think so."

"Kara is very shy with boys," Mother told them.

"She's very pretty," Mrs. Porter decided. "I'm surprised you let her go to the public school."

"Yes," Mother sighed. "But the only private school is catholic…" she didn't hide her distaste at all, "…and we've been very careful about her upbringing. Kara is a good girl and we trust her completely."

"Thank you, Mother," I said with a smile, knowing she expected it from me.

"Oh, you're very lucky," Mrs. Porter sighed. "My youngest boy, Malcolm, drives me to tears sometimes."

"Oh!" I gasped softly and stared at the black woman for a second before I caught myself and covered my open mouth. "Excuse me."

"Are you alright, dear?" Mother asked me and I nodded.

"He's going to graduate this year," Mrs. Porter continued, "but I honestly don't know what he'll do with himself."

"Hmmm…" Mother sighed and all the women gave Mrs. Porter sympathetic looks. "You should bring him over sometime and let my husband speak to him."

"Oh, getting Malcolm into church…" Mrs. Porter smiled and shook her head sadly, "…that would be a miracle."

"Well," Mother smiled a her, "the Reverend Winters has a way with young people. You might be surprised. Perhaps this Saturday we could have a little get together? A pot luck in the backyard, if the weather holds…"

"Oh! That would be nice," Mrs. Porter agreed and the four women discussed the details eagerly.

I half-listened, knowing Mother would keep me very busy getting ready for whatever it was they decided to do. A little pot-luck barbecue, it sounded like, and if I knew my mother, half the congregation would be invited. We did that sort of thing often and Mother was very good at it, as a minister's wife should be. Being a minister's daughter, I'd play my role as well and I was very good at that too.

The realization that Malcolm was Mrs. Porter's son had hit me hard though. I still had some of his semen inside my pussy, perhaps even deeper than that. I'd never been on the pill or anything. That would have been completely unthinkable! And I didn't use condoms or anything else, because those weren't allowed and even I did somehow manage to get some, none of the boys who fucked me would wear one. If Heather found them in my purse, she'd just get angry and take them away. If my mother found them…I didn't want to think about that.

Yeah, Malcolm had dumped a serious load deep in my womb, to join the little flood of semen that Ritchie had given me in the library, and the hot load some other boy had given me just before homeroom in the boys' bathroom. My first fuck of the day had loaded my fertile womb with potent sperm and my eggs had been bathing in it all day long. Just like the day before and the day before that.

It was Wednesday, three days into the game, and I'd been spunked…What? Ten times? Did Mr. Nelson count? He'd pulled out, but probably he'd been leaking sperm before then. So eleven times in three days, a little over a week after my last period had ended. Maybe I wasn't ovulating, I thought, sitting there in Mother's parlor, looking fresh and innocent and beautiful. I touched my tummy with my fingertips and wondered, feeling my heart beating fast and my body burning up with the secret I had to keep at all costs.

"Where are those dirty clothes of yours?" Mother asked me as soon as our guests were gone. "I can't believe you'd come walking in here looking like that! I've never been so embarrassed in my life!"

"I'm sorry, Mother," I dropped my eyes in shame.

"I let you wear those awful clothes because all the other children wear them!" She threw up her hands in disgust. "No more, Kara. You'll wear proper clothes from now on!"

"But Mother…" I blinked at her, knowing she meant modest dresses and skirts like the lavender one I now wore. Clothes that nobody else would be caught dead wearing to school.

"Excuse me?" she stared into my eyes until I lowered them.

"I'm sorry, Mother."

"Not yet you're not," she told me. "Go upstairs and get the Reverend's belt."

"Yes Mother," I nodded.

She whipped me in the front parlor, over her knees like a little girl with the leather belt doubled over in her fist. My dress was pulled up and my panties were pulled down and I desperately hoped she wouldn't notice how pink and raw and gaping my pussy was. How wet I was before she even started punishing me.

I took 39 lashes, the same as I always took. The same 39 lashes that our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ had taken. By the end of it I was panting breathlessly, blinking back tears and offering my mother sharp gasps in time with her own soft grunts. My ass felt on fire and the warmth had spread through my body completely, the way it always did, and I was on the verge of orgasm.

"The Spirit is in you now, Kara," Mother whispered gently, dropping the belt and caressing the welts it had left behind. "Embrace the Lord and let His loving grace comfort you."

"Y-Yessss…" I hissed between clenched teeth as her hand went lower.

"You're a good girl in your heart," Mother told me, finding my burning sex with her fingers and I shivered with the Holy Spirit as she stroked my swollen vulva.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, digging my fingers into the thick, Persian rug that covered the hardwood floor.

"I know you are," Mother agreed and her fingers split my plump labia, but she didn't enter me. She thought I was a virgin and she wouldn't risk my hymen that way.

"Ohhh…" I gasped lifting my head as she found my small clitoris and Mother brought me off quickly then, the way she always did since giving me my first orgasm at the tender age of twelve.

"Now, you remember this lesson, Kara," Mother told me, as I stood up several minutes later. "Go to the kitchen and start peeling those potatoes. The Reverend is going to be expecting supper and I don't want to tell him I was wasting my time with you."

"Yes Mother," I agreed, licking my lips and feeling my thighs wet with my orgasm. My panties were damp as well after she'd pulled them up for me nice and snug.

My evening was pretty much like any other after that. Mother collected all the clothes I'd no longer be allowed to wear and put them in a garbage bag. Thank goodness I'd had the good sense to wash out my panties and jeans in the tub! And then she'd helped me finish prepare supper. We ate with my father at the head of his table and Mother and I sitting across from each other, and we didn't speak. I cleaned the kitchen and spent an hour doing homework, and then an hour in the church, practicing the organ while Mother sat beside me, correcting my few mistakes.

By nine o'clock it was time for bed and I finally had my bath. I dressed in clean panties and my thick, wool nightgown, kneeling at the foot of my bed for ten or fifteen minutes until Father came into my room and prayed with me. He put me in bed, gave me a smile and a touch on the cheek, and turned out the light before closing my door. It was a night like any other and they rarely changed over the years. The only thing that made it any different was the sound of my parents' bed squeaking, because Mother always wanted sex after punishing me; and an hour later I crept out of my bedroom and carefully down the stairs into the Reverend's study.

I wasn't allowed in that room for any reason, except once in awhile Father might tell me to get something for him. Mostly I just walked by the closed door without a second thought, but that's where the computer was, an old laptop that a member of the congregation had given my father. He had internet, I knew that, because Father would occasionally mention an email he might have gotten from other ministers in other places, and he used it to type up his sermons and the one page handouts that we'd post around town sometimes. They were invitations to visit the church, you know.

Mother regarded the internet as evil mostly and every time she'd hear about something bad happening, she'd blame it on that. According to her it was all porn and sexual predators and a playground for Satan. She wanted no part of it and even the Reverend had to occasionally listen to Mother's opinion on the subject before reminding her gently that it wasn't much different than the telephone, if a person was careful. That didn't help me much though and so the only internet I ever saw was at school once in awhile or at the public library, but Mother didn't let me go there by myself too often. Books were the Devil's own mischief as well and there was only one Good Book a person needed according to her.

You get the idea.

"Hmmm…" I felt my heart thumping as I turned on the computer and I cringed when those stupid musical tones played for Windows.

I always forgot about those, but I hadn't done this very often anyway. Only twice before when I really needed to look some stuff up for school, for my eighth grade health class and Mother hadn't known about that one or she would have yanked me out of school so fast I'd still be dizzy! Sex education wasn't something a girl needed to learn from a book or especially from some stranger that didn't even belong to our church.

"You'll get all the sex education you need on your wedding night, Kara!"

I must have heard those words a thousand times growing up and I giggled softly, nervously, as I started typing in the web address Heather had given me: www1.asstr.org/~rache/tagged.htm and a few seconds later the website was loading right before my eyes. I'd never seen it before and my eyes got big and my face burned with embarrassment as I wondered just how many people knew about this site.

There were five pictures at the top of the page, snapshots of five different girls. They were normal pictures too, like photos that you'd find in the school yearbook, and our names and ages were underneath them; Amber 15, Faye 14, Kara 15, Susan 15, and Wendy 14. I was in the middle, smiling shyly at the camera and I remembered when Heather had taken that picture the week before. I hadn't had any idea of what was going on and I looked so happy and innocent. I wondered if I still looked like that or if I'd been changed too much.

Beneath the pictures was an explanation of the game and all the rules were listed. I already knew that stuff and I scrolled down the page until I found something called "The Leader Board" and it looked like a scoreboard with our names in rows down the left side and days of the week in columns along the top with "Total" being the last column. There were fifteen days, three weeks…school weeks, since there wasn't any school on weekends…and we were only three days into the game.

Amber was on top because she'd gotten 2 points on Monday, 3 points Tuesday, and 8 points that day, Wednesday, for a total of 13 points. She'd fucked eight guys in one day? I blinked at that and understood why Heather had been bitching at me all day long. I wasn't even in second place, that was Wendy. She'd gotten 3, 5, and 4 points for a total of 12 so far.

I was in third place with the two guys who'd fucked me Monday, including a senior named Buddy who'd taken my virginity in the band room. He was Heather's boyfriend and she'd made sure his cock broke my cherry. Anyway, I'd scored 2, 5, and 3, since Mr. Nelson didn't count, for third place with 10 points.

Behind me was Faye, who had 9 points after getting 3's every day, and then Susan with 8 points. She'd only scored a 1 on the first day though and I heard it was because she really cried a lot when her cherry got popped and had called her mom to say she had a tummy ache or something. Tuesday, Susan had gotten 4 points though and then 3 more today, so I guessed her tummy was feeling better.

We had twelve days left before someone was declared the winner and so probably the scores didn't really matter a whole lot. Except for that stupid Amber. I still couldn't believe she'd fucked eight guys! She was the smallest girl out of all of us too. I mean, I'm not really big anyway, just a couple inches over five feet and maybe a hundred pounds, but Amber's half a foot short than me! She looks like she's twelve or something and I figured she must have been the girl under the bleachers, getting gang-banged by four guys at once.

That didn't seem fair and I scrolled back up to the rules and looked at them closely, but it didn't say anything about getting gang fucked except all the guys had to be students. They all had to cum in her pussy too, or any girl's pussy, you know. It didn't count if the guy didn't sperm the girl's cunt and for just a second I wondered if Mr. Nelson hadn't tricked me, like maybe he'd cum on my face just so I wouldn't get the point. I looked though and it didn't say anything about teachers specifically, but the first rule was that only students could play. Nobody else counted and that included teachers.

It reminded me that I shouldn't be trying to tell those guys to pull out of me all the time, but it was hard to help that. I really didn't want to get knocked up! Thankfully none of the guys who'd fucked me so far had listened, except Mr. Nelson, but maybe some guy would and I'd end up fucked with a mouthful of sperm and without even a point to show for it. I had to be a lot smarter than I'd been, I decided, and just bite my tongue the next time I had the urge to beg a guy not to sperm my eggs.

There wasn't much more on the web page except some stuff at the bottom about odds and betting. I didn't know anything about that stuff and I looked at the odds for me, comparing my numbers with Amber's, since she was in first place. "Odds of Winning" was right at the top and mine were 20:1 while Amber's odds were 12:1 and she was the favorite. "Odds of NOT getting Pregnant" which made me blink and blush were 50:1 for me and Amber both. Susan had the best odds of not getting pregnant at 35:1 with the other two girls in the middle.

There were more odds, mostly about what would happen if one of us did get pregnant. Like "Odds of having a Black Baby" since we were all white. My odds for that were 7:1 and I wasn't sure if that was good or bad since all the other girls had odds around 15 or 20 to 1 and I wondered what that meant. We only had like ten black guys in the whole school. I figured my odds were lower because I'd fucked Malcolm.

There were odds of having twins, which was 30:1 for me, but Susan was way down at 7:1 and that was probably because both her father and her mother were identical twins. Not with each other! You know what I mean, and I'd heard that twins skip generations or something, so if Susan got pregnant…Yeah, she could definitely have twins probably. There wasn't much else for odds and I scrolled back up, wondering if I'd missed anything and then realizing that the photos at the top were hot linked to other pages.

I clicked on my picture and then stared as ten photographs slowly loaded. They were big and clear and there was one for every guy that had fucked me, caught in the act with the date and time printed on each photo and underneath a little caption. I guess they were supposed to be cute or funny or something.

"Kara is looking forward to Black History months…All nine of them!" the caption beneath the photo of me with Malcolm's big, black cock buried to the hilt in my pussy said.

It was totally obscene and obvious that we were sitting on a toilet while we fucked. That made it even worse somehow. Malcolm's face was hidden behind me and Heather had caught a look on my face like I'd just won a trip to Disney World or something. My eyes were bright blue and shining, staring into the camera, and my mouth was open in a big smile with my tongue hanging out. My arms were spread as I braced myself against the stall partitions and my legs were wide open. All I could see of Malcolm's cock was the fraction of an inch that wasn't inside me and most of that was wrapped up with my pink labia stretched around it. His heavy black balls were right there and his black hands were holding my tits.

I looked like I was having the time of my life! I looked like that in all the pictures too. There I was bent over the table in the library, smiling for the camera as Ritchie fed me his hot cock from behind. "Kara does a little research on baby making in the library!"

And there I was in the boys' bathroom, holding onto a sink as Heather caught a look of orgasmic bliss in my reflection. I'd been cumming mostly because some guy I didn't even know was fucking me hard in front of his friends. That love-hate thing, you know. "Helpful Kara checks the plumbing in the boys' bathroom and everything is working just fine!"

And the first picture, the one at the top, was of me on the floor with my legs over Buddy's shoulders as he pinned me down. His cock was pulled most of the way out, stiff and glistening with my cum and pinkish virginal blood as he prepared to slam it home for the umpteenth time. My mouth was open in the form a silent O as I stared up at the boy above me with shining blue eyes. "Slutty Kara gives her new classmate a slice of sweet cherry pie for breakfast!"

My tummy itched and my pussy tingled as I recalled the sharp sting of losing my virginity, followed quickly with a rush of pleasure as I'd cum three times in a row before Buddy had dumped the first load of ball juice ever inside my innocent womb. I'd been a little sore afterwards, but not too bad, and by the time I'd taken my second load that day, it had felt nothing but good. Except for the pain of knowing I was a slut. The acute humiliation that came with knowing all my friends were talking about me. All the stares and giggles, all the looks from guys who knew they could fuck me anytime they felt like it. All they had to do was ask Heather and join the game and they could tag me anytime, anywhere.

I was rubbing my pussy through my nightgown, feeling my clitoris growing stiff inside the knot of flesh at the top of my slit. My tits ached like they were trying to grow and I used my other hand to play with them, teasing my nipples through the wool as I looked at my pictures and relived each of those moments. Ten guys in three days and there'd be more tomorrow, I was sure. Heather would see to that because she was my sponsor and coach, my pimp as she arranged guys to find me and fuck me so she could take my picture and add up my points.

A fuck didn't count if she didn't get a picture. Teachers didn't count either and I was thinking about Mr. Nelson and his wonderful cock. He'd been the biggest and the best and he'd fucked me so good. I imagined I could still feel him stretching my pussy and the flavor of his semen in my mouth. The warmth of his cum when he'd jerked off on my face. I remembered all of it and I had my nightgown around my waist so I could finger my horny cunt. I thumbed my clit hard, stroking it and feeling it throb. I squeezed my tits and hunched my fingers with my hips, thrusting two and then three inside my pussy. The soft walls trembled with pleasure and I could feel the funny bumps and ridges of my vagina as it tried to suckle my fingers.

I was cumming, gasping for air and arching my back as I sat in my father's chair. The air was ripe with my juices, the thick tang of my orgasm seemed to tickle my tongue and I swallowed hard. I brought my fingers to my mouth, wet and dripping with girl goo and I licked them clean, tasting myself and swallowing my own cum like the slut I was. It was a good cum and I felt dizzy as I turned off the Reverend's computer and snuck out of his place and back up the stairs. I was tired and damp and too hot in my nightgown, so I left it on the floor and slept in my wet panties beneath cool sheets, dreaming of all the cocks I'd fuck in the morning.

 

        The End