0 comments/ 34243 views/ 0 favorites Before The Fall Ch. 01 By: Dear_Dora This is the somewhat true story of Carol Mason's late teens and young adulthood. It is a prequel to the story "Fall Semester," which deals with Carol's sexual re-awakening later as an adult married woman. * Carol Mason thought of herself as a fairly average high school senior in the Fall of 1965. She was an athlete and swam competitively for her school, specializing in the butterfly. She was competitive, though, fiercely competitive, in every stroke, and could be inserted anywhere on her relay teams to advantage, even swimming the anchor "freestyle" leg in the medley. Carol was also a good student. Most of the time her peers spent socializing or on the phone, Carol spent studying quietly in her bedroom in the three-bedroom apartment she shared with her mother and younger brother. Carol was on the leading edge of the baby boom. She had been conceived, like most baby boomers, when her father returned from duty during World War II, where he had served as a Navy pilot in the Pacific. Her mother and father were already married at that time, and rejoined, after the war, in Honolulu for the true honeymoon that had never gotten to enjoy during the war years. Both her mother and father were pretty young. Her mother was a scant 19 years old when Carol was born. Two years later, Carol's brother Jack was born. By the time she was six years old and ready to go to school, her mother had been widowed when her father died from kidney failure at age 27. Her mother was only 25 at the time, and suddenly, her life underwent drastic changes. She was now the head of a family of three, and had full responsibility for raising two young children by herself. Carol's father missed by only about a decade the advent of commonly-available dialysis, which might have kept him alive until kidney transplants became common another decade later. With his condition today, he could almost certainly be assured of a long and vigorous life. But that is now, and this was then. After staying with her husband's grandmother for a year or so immediately after his death, her mother moved her little family to another town and into the tiny apartment where Carol and Jack would grow up through high school. At first, her mother was fully occupied with the demands of her new job at the bank and raising her two small children. She had to be both mother and father to them before there was readily available day care for single mothers, and before polite society had made accommodations for working women. Eventually, though Carol came to be a very independent little girl, what we would now maybe call a "latch-key" kid ... one who came home after school to an empty home and had to take care of herself and her brother for several hours until her mother got home from work. Carol was very mature; by the time she was twelve, she worked summer jobs at the local swimming pool, and eventually earned her life-saver's medal and became a lifeguard there. Even when she was smaller, she would call her mother at work after getting home from school, to let her mom know she was safe and sound, and to get instructions about what to put in the oven for dinner. Carol was one of those girls who did her homework as soon as she came home from school, to get it out of the way. Her brother, Jack was the more typical boy, going out to play instead, postponing his homework until just before bedtime, or maybe just blowing it off all together. Carol had always been a straight-"A" student; her brother scraped by with "C's" and the occasional "B" or "D." Growing up pretty much on her own, Carol had been something of a tomboy, playing roughly with the other kids in the neighborhood.. In the summer, her mother would send Carol and Jack to Kansas to spend the summer "helping" on their father's sister's farm there. Everyone knew they weren't helping so much as giving their mom a chance to have a break, and the kids a chance to have some fun away from her constant supervision. Carol's aunt had two sons, and sort of took Carol under her wing as if she were the daughter she'd always wanted; her aunt showed her many things about being a lady that her mom simply hadn't had time for. But now, almost finished with high school, Carol felt very adult and independent. She was almost financially self-sufficient; she had won a scholarship to a small church-related school where the daughter of a friend and neighbor was already attending, a year ahead of Carol's class. Carol also had Social Security survivors' benefits from her father's account, at least until she was twenty-one, by which time she expected to be a college graduate and working to support herself. Carol was so anxious to get away from this tiny apartment. Her mother, now with more time for a social life and still very attractive and not yet forty, had a series of boyfriends over the course of Carol's high school years. Carol resented them a great deal; she knew her mother deserved to have a life and that her mother was hardly being unfaithful to her father, who Carol frankly could hardly remember now, but her resentment was more an emotional reaction than a logical one. But far more than that, Carol was a normal teenage girl, with all the sexual awakening, tensions and uncertainty that that brought with it, and she hated Friday and Saturday nights. Her mother would come home late at night, drunk or getting there, with one of her long string of "boyfriends," and they would retire to the "big" bedroom, with her mother's queen sized bed, close the cheap hollow-core door as if that was going to make their activities private, and then the two of them would spend the next several hours noisily doing sexual things, banging the head of the bed against the wall between Carol's room and her mother's for what seemed like hours at a time. Carol listened in spite of herself, and could easily hear them talking to one another, so she had a much better idea of what constituted an adult's sex life than the typical high school girl probably did in those days. The sounds of passionate and enthusiastic sex only inches from her own bed fueled hundreds of Carol's fantasies in those formative years, at the same time as it made her angry at her mom. When eventually, her mother and her "boyfriends" (many were her "boyfriend" for only one night) would either tire out or pass out, silence would descent over their apartment, and Carol could finally be able to fall asleep to troubled dreams. Not that Carol herself didn't have a "sex life." She was certainly still a virgin, as most middle-class high school girls were in those days, at least before their senior proms. Carol went out on dates, usually with a group, but occasionally one-on-one with some particular boy. As she grew more mature and more comfortable with herself and her new body, Carol allowed herself to go further with her dates, particularly if she liked them a lot. More often than not, the ones she liked weren't the most popular or the cutest boys (often those two were the very same boys), but rather the nice, level-headed, intelligent boys from her advanced-placement and honors classes. She just got along better with that type of boys (and girls!), and to tell the truth, she felt safer with them. Finally, in her senior year, after she turned eighteen, Carol began to allow boys she dated a few times to put their hands underneath her brassiere, and eventually she permitted a boy to reach down into her panties and touch her most secret places. Carol was no prude; she was used to exposing her body in skin-tight racing suits at competitive meets, and was used to the rough-and-tumble kidding around and grab-ass that went on between the boys' teams and the girls' teams during swimming season. When she finally allowed one of her good friends from AP English to feel her up after they had been to see a movie and went out "parking," she had little patience for his nervousness and reluctance to expose himself to her. She disengaged from his arms in the tight confines of his old Chevy Coupe, making him think at first that he had gone too far and offended her. Quite the opposite was true. Carol was a curious and healthy girl, and she was ready, after an hour or so of necking and heavier petting, to move on to something more exciting. She wanted to see her young man's sexual equipment, ANY man's sexual equipment, to feel it, to perhaps taste it and also to be fondled by a boy as she often fondled herself while listening to her mother's moans in the darkness of her bedroom. But her date seemed not to have the nerve to push things any further. Carol sat back, and while looking directly into her date's eyes, smiling with what she hoped was a reassuring smile, totally removed all her clothes, except for her bobby socks and penny loafers. Then, she simply demanded that he do the same. The poor boy looked cornered, but he knew he was seeing something that few of his friends had ever actually really seen ... no matter what they said ... a beautiful and oh-so-sexy naked girl. He hesitantly removed his clothes, starting with the "safe" items like his shirt and shoes, then finally, when he had nowhere left to run away from her hungry stare, he slipped off his trousers, and finally his tighty-whitey underwear. Carol knew what a man's sexual equipment looked like, in a general sort of way. Sex-ed classes were mandatory by then in her school for sophomores. And she did live in a small apartment with her brother. All too often, she had seen her older cousins naked when she was spending the summers in Kansas. They made sure she did. But she had never been INTIMATE with a man or boy. She had never seen a penis fully erect, had never seen one attached to a boy she might actually care about romantically. She had never seen one which was available for her to touch and explore as she intended to do to this one. She was fascinated, just as her date was fascinated by her beautiful athletic teen-aged body, so much more fit and strong than his own. Without guile or hesitation, Carol reached out to touch his penis, wanting to know how it felt. She was willing to do most anything with him, but had no intention to engage in intercourse with this guy, at least not tonight. At that moment, though, he didn't know that, and all the evidence was indicating the contrary. She was just curious and delighted. He felt he had suddenly been thrown onto a moving roller-coaster that he had previously only admired from afar. As young men often do, as soon as her hand touched his cock, he ejaculated all over both of them and all over the painted steel dash-board of his old car. Carol didn't care; she knew what had happened, and although she was startled by the suddenness of it, she wasn't shocked or disgusted at all. She had been planning on giving him that pleasure tonight, anyway, at least with her hands. She kept her hand in place, and briefly moved her fist back and forth over his rapidly-diminishing erection. Soon, he was but a shadow of his former self. He wasn't all that large, even when hard, but now that he was soft; he was a little frightened and embarrassed by what was happening, and his penis and balls had shrunk to an even smaller-than-normal size. He was humiliated and verbosely apologetic. But Carol knew him well ... they were truly friends. She had surprised him that week by asking him out on this date. So she just reassured him, as one friend to another, that what had happened was okay with her, and that she found it flattering that he was so excited by seeing her that he "went" so quickly, and so forcefully! She found a couple of tissues in her purse and helped him mop up all the streamers of goo that had been flung over her body and his car, and, to a lesser extent, onto his own penis as it drooled itself to completion. To help re-assure him, she made sure that HE was responsible for mopping up HER body, and SHE mopped up HIS body in return. She also told him that he shouldn't worry, that they were not going to have intercourse this evening. He was visibly relieved, and noticed with delight that she hadn't actually ruled it out forever, just for tonight. Having seen her nude body, and it was far more delightful than he had imagined, he certainly didn't want to be forever denied at least the possibility that he might eventually enjoy her fully. She said it was only fair that he should be able to explore her body, since she had explored his now, and for the first time, she allowed a man, an awkward young man, to be sure, but a man, to feel around and look around and sniff around her breasts and pussy. Her date learned a lot from Carol that night, not the least of which was how to be a decent human being with someone of the opposite sex. After a while, her date's cock was completely swollen again. This time, Carol asked him to put one or two fingers inside of her and stroke them gently in and out while she took a turn exploring his sex. Carol had long since lost her hymen while playing roughly as a child, so he was able to penetrate her vagina quite deeply, excited to discover the rippled lining and the oily moisture that had begun to flow there. While he did that, she in turn stroked his rigid penis gently up and down it's length -- having cum so embarrassingly earlier, he was not on quite such a hair trigger now. She bent to look at his cock in the dim light inside of his car, and began a life-long fascination not only with appearance of a penis, but with the simple fact of holding that hot, rigid (yet somehow soft), pulsing genital organ of a man. She relished the sense of abandon and sinfulness, the sense of naughtiness and over-the-top daring that it gave her. It seemed to her at that moment that she was more alive than she had ever been before; there was a feeling that abandoning herself to sex would give her pleasure for the rest of her life. Very soon, each of them enjoyed a much more anticipated, and therefore much more appreciated orgasm. Again, though, her date's ejaculation shot out with so much force that it struck her in the face and on her breasts and dribbled down her body. She hurriedly mopped it up with tissues again; she didn't want any of this stuff anywhere near her fertile pussy. The "pill" was only brand-new then, and unmarried high school girls simply didn't have access to it. And he hadn't dreamed he would get as far as they had, so he hadn't thought to bring any protection, either. Carol was very pleased with the results of their evening, and told her date as much while they were getting dressed. He was again relieved, and somewhat surprised that she thought he had done things well, and he was suddenly not at all embarrassed, but proud of himself. When he had at first squirted all over her so suddenly, he had thought that surely, she would stop being his friend now. He was stunned, in fact, when Carol asked as they were driving home, if he was interested in going out again the next weekend. Of course, he hurriedly said "yes." Clearly, Carol wasn't a prude, but she also wasn't a slut ... or what was then called a "loose" girl. She was determined to wait to have intercourse until she was married ... or at least until she had met "the one." She couldn't deny her sexual feelings and curiosity, but she didn't want to be like her mother, screwing a string of losers week after week due to some pitiful craving. For the rest of her senior year, Carol dated that same boy, and a few of others (well, maybe more than just a few), and on every date, every one went away quite happy with the results. She knew about oral sex from listening to her mother at night, and when she tried that out on her dates, they were over the moon with delight. She knew that swallowing was an extraordinary treat for her dates, and she had no hang-ups about doing it ... anyway, it was neater. She had less success convincing her dates to reciprocate. But that was okay; they treated her well with their fingers, and she was happy with how things were going. All of the boys she dated were in her "set," the brainy, more mature kids who teachers just loved to have in their classes, and who the other kids liked in spite of the fact they often ruined the curve. So none of her dates (she made them swear never to say they were her boyfriends) ever blabbed her name or activities around. As long as she never heard anything like that, she was generous with repeat performances. Carol made it clear to all her dates that she would be moving on when she went to college, and that they shouldn't get emotionally attached. If a particular boy seemed to be getting too serious, she simply stopped going out with him. After graduation, Carol knew that she had been accepted at her desired little college in the next state. And she knew that she had secured her scholarship. But it wasn't a "full-ride" scholarship. Taken together with her Social Security allowance, she knew it wouldn't be enough to finance her even through her first year of college. She also knew her mother was in no position financially to help her very much, either. So, instead of going to her aunt and uncle's farm in Kansas for the summer as usual, Carol got a well-paid job as the lifeguard at the county club pool near her house. She also taught swimming lessons there in the mornings before the pool opened for general swimming, and together, what she would earn that summer would be just enough, maybe, to get her through one year of college. The year after that was for worrying about later. As the summer wore on, Carol if anything got even more attractive. She wasn't a fantastic beauty, but she was very wholesome looking and very cute, and she had that animal magnetism that healthy, athletic, vibrant young women seem to radiate. She enjoyed lots of attention from the boys (and the men!) at the pool over the summer. She also swam competitively on the country club's team in the summer club league, so she got to know several very attractive young men, young men of families who belonged to the country club, and who were several notches above her family on the social register. Over the three months of that summer, her time under the sun and her competitive swimming turned her into an even more hard-bodied, well-tanned goddess, but she was only dimly aware of it, because, in spite of her maturity and uncommon common sense, she had all the insecurities and anxieties of any teenaged girl. She took to "frosting" her short, brown hair to disguise the damage from the sun and chlorine, and she looked like what later might be thought of as a poster girl for Bay Watch. Several of the boys who spent time at the pool asked her for dates, and she accepted several of them. She knew her limits, and kept them, but her limits were quite advanced as far as most of the boys were concerned, and she never returned from a date with an unhappy or unsatisfied escort. No one who dated Carol in her senior year of high school or the summer that followed suffered "blue balls" so long as they were dating her. She also never dated anyone who she thought might be "the one." These boys were all nice, and some were even among those cuter and more "popular" boys she had avoided in high school. She discovered, though, that a couple of those had bragged about what they had done with her after a date or two; they paid dearly for it by being dropped like a hot rock, and they regretted what they had said, especially when her other dates swore up and down that she would never do anything of the kind. They didn't want to be cut off, too! Carol's mother was named Mary. Mary's social life continued unabated, too. As the time drew near for Carol to depart for college, Carol got less and less patient with her mother's drinking and boorish sex partners. She complained that they were leering at her when they were in the apartment, but her mother assured her that she was imagining things. Before The Fall Ch. 01 Carol got to be reluctant to get up during the night to pee, because several times, one of her mother's "boyfriends" heard her in there and "accidentally" broke in on her as she tried to do her business in the apartment's only bathroom. Somehow, they were always naked and somehow, they always had prominent erections. She slept in the nude, so they probably got at least a little thrill from seeing her naked on the toilet, but that was about all. No matter what they were hoping, Carol was unimpressed ... it was nothing she hadn't seen before. And these guys were bleary-eyed, middle-aged jerks, smelling of beer and cigarettes, and often with sagging pecs and a flabby belly. Carol begged her mother to get the lock on the bathroom door replaced, but it wasn't high on her mother's list of things to do. One terrible Saturday night, however, Carol woke from a deep sleep to realize that someone had slid into her bed beside her. Before she could waken enough to assess what was happening, she felt this someone running his hands all over her breasts and down between her legs. This someone seemed to have an extraordinarily large cock, too, and it was pressing into her thigh insistently. By the time she finally realized what was happening, her body was reacting as she had been training it to do, responding with enlarged nipples, engorging vaginal lips, and ample lubrication. But she knew what was happening now; one of her mother's obnoxious boyfriends was in her bed, hoping to score on his date's teenaged daughter, too, before going home. Carol opened her mouth to yell for help, but she felt a hand suddenly over her mouth and nose stifling her scream. Carol could feel that this one was different than her mother's usual run of sleep-overs. He was strong, she could tell by the power with which he clamped her mouth and head to his chest, and how forcefully he clamped her bottom to his belly and prodding sex. She could also tell because her own hands were struggling for a purchase to get away, and they felt not the flabby arms and legs that she expected, but well-developed muscles. This one didn't smell of booze or cigarettes, either. He was wearing some kind of cheap cologne, to be sure, but that was a vast improvement. The two of them struggled almost silently on Carol's bed, only the quiet grunts of their efforts to be heard. Carol was of course, an athlete, in the best shape she would ever be in her life, and her would-be rapist found himself with something much more than a helpless girl on his hands. But as they struggled, Carol also realized that her body was in the middle of a powerful sexual response. She was not about to let herself be raped. But she doubted that she could get away from this well-developed man holding her and thrashing about in her bed with her, either. She folded her arm behind her back and detected his hard stomach, tensed with his efforts to restrain her. She slipped her hand down and felt what seemed to be an enormous penis. Below that, she encountered a large ball sac, which she grasped in her fingers. She was at a decision point, and they both knew it She could squeeze his scrotum violently if she wished; he must know that's what she had in mind by now. To defend himself, to wrest her hand away from his jewels, he would have to release either her torso or his hand over her mouth, and then she could either scream or get away. Or she could succumb to her rising arousal, to her usual sense sexual thrill and curiosity, and simply begin to stroke him there to let him know that she would cooperate, now. Carol quit struggling. She squeezed a little just to let him know that she was in charge down there right now, but then she began to slide her hand gently up and down over his balls, teasing the hairs there, and feeling them stand up on end as she did. She moved her hand upwards to grasp his penis ... undoubtedly the largest she'd ever encountered, and wrapped her fingers around him as best she could with her arm bent backwards and with him still holding her in a bear-hug. The man had gone quiet, still holding her tightly, but now lying there silently, letting Carol feel his cock and balls. Slowly, slowly, he relaxed, still unsure if this was just a ploy, and that she might bolt or scream if he relaxed too much. She convinced him of her intentions by also sensuously licking the palm of the hand that covered her face. She wormed her tongue in between his fingers, and slid it sensuously in and out of the crotches where his fingers came together. Apparently deciding that she wasn't going to bolt, anyway, the stranger in her bed moved his hand up from her tightly-muscled tummy where he had been restraining her so tightly, to feel her firm young breasts. He noticed immediately that her nipples were standing out prominently ... she was excited by him! He moved his hand lightly from one breast to the other, and Carol sped up her tonguing of his palm and also her stroking of his big dick. Finally, he released her altogether, and she rolled over to face him. She re-placed her hand on his cock, and proceeded to lick his face instead of his hand. With his other hand now free, he moved it down to Carol's crotch, and was delighted to discover she was shaven bald there. She shaved to keep embarrassing pubic hairs from peeking out of her tight racing suits, and it had always seemed to be one of the favorite things for her dates to discover about her. Now this adult man, this stranger, this man who had been her mother's lover earlier tonight, seemed to revel in her bare pussy, rubbing it sensuously, smearing her ample fluids all over her pussy lips, behind her mons, and back in between her butt cheeks. Carol found that she was maybe wetter than she had ever been before, more excited, and more eager for what came next, in spite of the man's original evil intent, or maybe, perversely, partially because of it. He rolled over on top of her, and using the hand between her legs, urged her to push them apart. He could no more actually force her powerful legs apart than rape her, but he found that she was more than willing now to let him have his way. He knelt up between her legs, and threw the covers off of the bed. It was so dark in this room ... he wished he could better see the fine young body spread before him, the body he was about to defile. But he found he didn't have time to contemplate what he was about to do, because he felt Carol's hand grasp his erection and draw it toward her pussy lips. She had never had anything inside of her before but slender fingers, at most two at a time. Carol was lubricated to the point she was oozing out onto her sheets, but her entrance was small and her vagina was very tight inside her muscled lower belly. The man leaned into it, pushing intently, and she didn't resist. She actually pushed up into him as hard as she could, gritting her teeth to get past the pain of this first intrusion into her sex. She had no hymen, but her young body was unaccustomed to having something so large force its way into her. Up to that point, their struggles had been nearly silent. Someone sleeping in the same room might not have been aware of a disturbance. But now, inevitably, as the man began to stroke his cock into her cunt, trying to embed himself ever deeper into this gorgeous daughter of his "date" for the evening, they began to make small noises, then, as they warmed to their effort, bigger noises. There was the "fuck, fuck, fuck" sound of his organ pistoning into her previously virgin canal. There were Carol's quiet murmurs into his ear of "push it in, shove it, come inside of me!" There were grunts and moans. And eventually, there were the sounds of the bed lightly tapping the wall. The two of them picked up momentum. They weren't making love; this had started as a rape, after all. They didn't even know each others' names. They were fucking, and they soon were nearing their climaxes. Carol's hit first. She had had climaxes before while masturbating and at the hands of her dates, but this was much more intense and satisfying; it was her first real orgasm. Her body went rigid under him, her well-muscled back and legs lifting both of them up off of her mattress as her vagina clamped down onto his cock inside of her. She wasn't thinking anything, just totally lost in her primitive, sexual, animal lust. Lost in the pleasure, sinfulness, nastiness, and danger of it. The muscular man thrusting into her felt her powerful response, and he marveled that this young girl who he only moments before been willing to rape, was TRYING to rape, was willingly, lustfully cumming while impaled on his rigid cock, which was now pushed as far down into her slim, athletic body as he could force it. Her thrust up at him when she spasmed with her orgasm triggered his own, and he shot powerful spurt after spurt of his semen deep into Carol's unprotected vagina. He lunged again, pistoning his cum further into her, forcing it up in through the opening of her cervix and into her fertile uterus. His only thought was a regret that he hadn't somehow just gotten her to go out with him so he could fuck this sexy high-school girl again and again. Maybe he still could? The room flooded with light. "You fucking bastard!" Carol's mother screamed at the top of her voice. Just as easily as Carol had heard her mother's sexual encounters over the years through the thin wall separating their bedrooms, her mother, once she groped her way out her drunken sleepiness to consciousness, had heard the sounds of their copulation coming through the wall to her. Panicked, she slapped around on the bed beside her and realized that her "boyfriend" of the evening, a man she barely even knew, was missing. Then, waking a little more, she realized who must be in there with her daughter. Who must be in there making those sounds. Who must be fucking her innocent daughter right now! Mary's violent anger wasn't fueled at all by jealousy. She felt the basal, instinctive fury of any mother whose precious child was threatened. Behind that somewhere was shame and anger at herself for having jeopardized her little girl by her own disgusting habit of bringing home bar-flies to fuck every weekend. Bringing home possible perverts or child molesters (how would she know? She rarely had met these guys prior to that very evening!), bringing them into her home behind her carefully locked doors, right inside her home where they could do what this bastard was doing right now ... raping her beautiful daughter! If Mary had had a gun, or if the kitchen with all of its knives had been between her bedroom and Carol's, Terry London would have been dead at that moment. But he would have died a happy man. Terry had run naked out of Mary's apartment. Mary threw his clothes in a pile outside her back door, to force the bastard to go around outside and climb up the stairs onto her deck to get them, and screamed through her locked door that she was going to call the police. Carol was crying. The experience was traumatic. It had been, after all, a rape, even though she had succumbed during the assault; she actually didn't consent to what had happened. That's what Carol told herself at first, anyway, and soon, that's how she remembered the incident. Carol's brother, Jack, was standing at her bedroom door, barely awake, in terror from the uproar, afraid of the naked stranger running out of his sister's room, and terrified by his mother, who was screaming in a murderous rage which he'd never seen before. Soon enough, Mary, too was crying, holding her daughter in her bed, trying to comfort her, under the impression that Carol had just undergone a painful and traumatic assault. Things slowly settled down, and by the time the sun was up, Jack was back sleeping in his own bed, and Carol was sleeping in her mother's arms in Mary's big queen-sized bed. But Mary wasn't sleeping. She was re-assessing where her life was going and what she had done. Mary had no intention of reporting the incident to the police. She knew what kind of grilling they gave to the "alleged" victims of rape in those days, and she was unwilling to expose her daughter to any more pain over this incident. Mary also knew that if she reported it, she would have to identify the man, and she would be cornered into admitting that she had brought him home and fucked him without even really knowing him. Without even being sure his name was Terry London, like he had said. She knew she had been acting irresponsibly with little kids in her house, and she felt a great deal of pain and guilt over what had happened. After throwing "Terry" out, and getting Jack back in his bed with a nonsense explanation. Mary had escorted Carol into the bathroom, and run her a hot bath, while Mary prepared an acidic douche. The two women had cleaned out Carol's vagina as fully as they could. They both knew that that was only the weakest of defenses against pregnancy or disease, but they felt that they had to do what they could. Mary never suspected for a second that what had happened was anything other than rape, and Carol never told her what part she herself had played in it. It was Carol's guilty little secret for the rest of her life, and she would come back to that night as her most cherished sexual fantasy until the day that she died. The next morning, Mary sent Jack off to hang out with his buddies, and she sat down with Carol and had a much-overdue talk about the facts of life. Carol laughed when her mother began, and simply asked Mary to be quiet and listen while Carol told her what she knew about boys and men, and what kinds of things she had been doing. After that morning, there were no more secrets between these two women as to their sex lives. Well, only a few. Mary knew of course that her daughter was dating, and that she was a lovely and sexy young woman. She knew that her daughter was going off to college in a few days, and that Carol would be completely on her own concerning her sexual and moral behavior. But Mary was stunned when Carol told her the extent of her sexual experience with the boys she had been going out with. Carol explained that she almost always gave the boys she dated a hand-job (although she didn't use that term), even on the first date. Carol mentioned she had actually once even given a hand-job to a boy she really didn't know at all on a school outing to a museum in another town. Carol told her mother that once she got to know her dates a little better (and she steadfastly refused to call any of them a "boyfriend" -- she despised that term that her mother had used so casually), they would go 'park', and she would suck them off, always swallowing their cum. Carol said that sometimes, when one of her male friends had their house to themselves, they would go there and take the opportunity to get completely naked, then spend the rest of the day, if they could, feeling, sucking, licking, and stroking one another's bodies. She told her mother that occasionally, she had been able to get one or the other of the boys to lick her pussy until she, too climaxed on their mouth. She said the ones who liked to do that were her favorites, and she went out with them most often. Carol said that various adult men at the swimming pool had asked her to meet them somewhere, and that twice, she had done so. Once, it was with the pool manager, who just arranged to meet Carol at the pool before the club opened one morning. He was only slightly more adult than she was -- he was 25. They had spent an hour or so naked in the dressing room, enjoying everything but intercourse. Another time, a much older man had given Carol a ride home from the pool (she didn't have a car, and generally either got rides, walked or rode her bike.) When they got home, he asked her if he could come in , and she agreed, knowing what it was that he wanted. Without him saying anything more, she had stripped out of her swimming suit and he had also gotten undressed, and the two of them had spent an hour or two masturbating one another to several orgasms. When Carol had told him that her brother would be getting home soon, the man had said that he needed to get home to his wife, anyway, gotten dressed, and left, giving her a little chaste kiss on the cheek. Carol said he had been charming and very polite. Carol said she saw both these men many times afterward at the pool, and that they had always been very polite and friendly, never betraying the intimacy they had enjoyed with her. Carol told her mom that she had never had intercourse before last night. She said she was too anxious about pregnancy, and also a little bit nervous about disease. Mary told Carol that condoms were good protection against both of those things, and Carol said she knew that, but she thought they were gross, and anyway, she hadn't really wanted to "go all the way" yet. That made her mom cry again. Mary finally asked Carol how many times she had been so sexual, how many boys and men had she been with? Carol paused, and thought for a long time, looking off into the distance and smiling occasionally. "Including last summer, maybe thirty different guys. Buy, I usually won't go out with a guy more than two or three times, except the guys who like to lick, I'll go with THEM any time. So, all together, maybe a couple hundred times." Mary was stunned. She realized what a terrible example she had given her daughter, and how lucky they both were that Carol, on her own initiative, had drawn the line at full intercourse. Or they would long since have been discussing what to do about Carol's pregnancies. Suddenly, Mary put two and two together and asked Carol, "Last summer? You were in Kansas all last summer!" "Oh, sure! Bobby and Donny and Jack and I used to do things together sometimes." Carol said. "Your own brother, Jack? And your cousins?" "Well, yeah. Mostly Bobby and Donny, though. Actually, mostly Bobby. He always wanted to fool around. I never let any of them do much until last summer." "Did your cousins actually have intercourse with you?" Mary asked, a little dizzy with what she was learning of her children's personal lives. "No, Mom! I told you. Until last night, nobody ever had his thing all the way into me." "ALL the way in? You mean, you let some of them put it PART of the way in?" Mary asked. "Well, only one. No, two! Bobby got his most of the way in one day last year before Jack and Donny pulled him off of me. They beat him up pretty good for that, and he never tried that again. We all still fooled around, though, lots of times!" "Oh, my God, Carol! What if Aunt Laura and Uncle Bob had found out?" Mary asked. "Oh, Uncle Bob knows! He caught us a couple of times out in the barn. He would just watch for a while, then say 'You boys be careful now, and don't make Carol do anything she doesn't want to do. And for God's sake, don't get her pregnant or the mothers will kill as all!' Then he laughed and left us alone to have fun." Carol said. "And there was someone else who got his cock 'part way' into you?" Mary asked. "Yeah. It really scared me ... it actually scared both of us. I had been going jeeping with Dil Rogers from the country club, you know?" "I remember Dil. He seemed like such a nice boy!" Mary said. "He IS a nice boy! We used to have a lot of fun bouncing around on old mining roads and up above timberline! Then we'd park somewhere with a great view and strip off all our clothes and just fool around until it was time to come back. It was fantastic! One day, though, we were up on a big, barren plateau, and one of those fast afternoon thunderstorms was coming up. Dil said we couldn't fool around there, because we might get struck by lightning. Instead, we went back down into the trees quite a ways. Dil had brought one of those cute new little dome tents that practically put themselves up, you know? He pitched it right by the car, and we ducked in there just as it started a downpour. We took off all our clothes and spent the afternoon in his sleeping bag feeling each other up and sucking each other! Dil is one of the best ones who licks me, too!" Before The Fall Ch. 01 "But you said ..." interrupted her mother. "I'm getting to that! Dil said 'Watch,' and he put the tip of his cock right against my pussy lips, then rubbed it up and down. That felt fantastic, and we both liked the nastiness of it. But, just as he was sliding it down one time, he slipped in -- just a little bit! -- and suddenly squirted his stuff. A little bit in me, I guess, but mostly all over me down there! It kind of scared both of us; I think we knew we had gone too far, and that I might get pregnant. That really made me mad at him, too; damn! If I was going to get pregnant, I wanted to at least really have sex first!" "What happened?" Carol's mother asked. "Nothing. I got my period about a week later. I called him to tell him, and he asked if he could take me out jeeping again, but I thought we were getting too serious. So Dil and I never dated again. I like Dil, and I felt bad for him, but pretty soon, he was going out with Janet Lispen." Mary resignedly counseled Carol to perhaps limit her sexual activities a little, but she knew from personal experience that that was advice easier given than taken. Mary took Carol to her own gynecologist and arranged to get her checked out after her assault. Back in those days, a new pregnancy wasn't detectable until either the woman's periods stopped coming, she got morning sickness, or a blood test was done, which took about two weeks to learn the results. Carol's blood test showed that she was not, in fact pregnant, but the time they got the results, she had begun her period, anyway. With the discreet help of Mary's doctor, they arranged for Carol to get a prescription for "the pill." Mary knew that this was basically giving Carol permission to start having intercourse, but after what had happened and what Carol had been telling her, not to mention that Carol was soon going off to college, Mary thought that was far better than Carol coming home at Christmas Break expecting a baby. Mary wanted a better life for Carol than that. Better than her own had been. For the remainder of the summer, Carol didn't date and neither did Mary. Carol's experience with Terry London seemed to have upset her mother much more than it upset Carol. In fact, after that first night, Carol mostly thought about how great it had felt. It only confirmed her opinion that sex was risky, maybe, but fantastic. When Carol arrived at college, she discovered a tiny rural town in Nebraska where the people attending or working at the college amounted to probably a quarter of the town's population. The rest operated the grocery stores, gas stations, and so-on that the college needed, or were the necessary support for the farming community round about -- feed stores, a couple of farm equipment dealers, hardware stores, and the rest. All in, not more than 12,000 people. As part of the baby boom in a pretty big city, Carol's graduating class from high school had numbered 1500. That was just about the enrollment of the entire college she was now attending. For the first time, Carol wondered if this little place was the right fit for her. Carol lived in the same sorority house as her friend Jeannie from her neighborhood, but they weren't roommates. Students were always assigned to room with other students of the same academic year. This was helpful, especially for freshmen, because they all had pretty much the same classes, and could help one another out. And the older students wouldn't divert them so much with their horsing around. At least, that was idea. Carol's roommate was a girl in some ways very much like her from a pretty big city back east. Linda was quietly pretty, very smart, and always a straight-"A" student. In other ways, though, Linda was quite different from Carol. Linda was a tiny little girl, not at all athletic, and very religious. Or, at least religious compared to Carol, who had been raised basically without religion at all. The school they were attending was a church-sponsored college, so attending church was no longer an optional thing for Carol ... or for anybody else for that matter. The whole student body met for convocation twice a week, and the service early on Sunday morning was mandatory. It's not that Carol had never been to church before. In fact, that was why her friend was attending this school; she had been given some scholarship help from her church back home, which was the same denomination. Carol had often attended church with her back home. Church just seemed to Carol like a nice, quiet time of contemplation and an okay way to get an early start on Sunday morning, instead of sleeping in like she would do otherwise. But don't believe for a moment that the kids attending this school were so religious that they didn't know how to have fun. Carol had to struggle to keep up her grades in the face of all the campus-sponsored activities in addition to all the off-campus parties and foolishness that went on. Linda wasn't, strictly speaking, engaged, but she and her boyfriend Scott were constantly together in their free time, and they spoke readily about how great it was going to be when they were married after college. She and Scott had been steadies in high school, then were separated for a year when he went off to college a year before her. Now that they were together at college, they seemed to be back on track to making a life together. And Carol believed that Scott and Linda were having sex as often as they could manage it. Little clues made Carol think so, like when Linda would sneak out of their room after bed check, or sneak back into the sorority house just before dawn, or when Scott would ask Carol if she could find someplace else than her room to study for a few hours. That was okay with Carol. She was happy for her roommate. Just a little envious, maybe. Except for Linda and Scott, and her friend Jeannie, Carol hadn't made any close friends here yet, so while her own social life was busy enough with teas and sorority functions and off-campus parties, her sex life had dwindled away to nothing. Well, nothing except for her own imagination and her own fingers. In one way, that made her grateful that Linda was out of their room so often; more time for self-amusement. Carol wasn't doing anything much physically, and she began to notice that she was gaining a little weight. She was pleased to see that at least a couple of the excess pounds were making her breasts bigger; her bras now fit uncomfortably tightly. But she could easily see in the full-length mirror on their closet door that most of the new weight was adding to her thighs and butt and that she was developing a little pooch on what had been her hard, muscled tummy. She knew she couldn't let that continue, so she started being more strict with herself about what she ate in the dining hall or at parties, and she started going to the recreational pool at the gym building every morning before breakfast. That seemed to slow things down, but she couldn't seem to lose the last extra five or so pounds she had gained so quickly, although she felt she had regained some of that muscle tone she had started to lose. Not competing any more made dieting an effort ... she had to eat quite a bit less than she was used to eating in order to avoid gaining weight. And snacks, pop or beer at parties were out of the question. Not much fun at all. But Carol was nothing if not a disciplined girl. Woman! Carol eventually met a couple of kids outside of her dorm and Jeannie's second-hand friends. One guy was named Todd, who was a resident of the town here, and lived with his parents - off campus, of course. He was a great discovery. First, of course, because he was cute and funny and nice, but also because she could go over to his house from time to time, and the two of them could get naked and fool around like she was used to doing. Except, now, Carol was on the "pill" and she could, and did, exploit the opportunity to have the insides of her vagina lubricated frequently with Todd's grateful semen. Another new friend was a sophomore girl who was an art major, and probably the closest thing to a hippie on that so-conservative church-school campus. Sheila lived off-campus, like Todd did, but in the basement of a house across the street from Carol's sorority house. But the most interesting thing about that was that she lived in that tiny dank apartment, in pretty much plain site with a junior-class boy named, improbably, Thor. Thor in some ways lived up to his name in that he was every bit the image of good Norwegian peasant stock ... big and strong, very fair-skinned and with shockingly long, curly blond hair. Sheila by contrast was very slight, extremely thin, and had startlingly red hair. Thor was the strong, silent type whereas Sheila was a vibrating ball of energy. When they were together in a room, it was difficult to realize that it was Thor who was the large one and Sheila who was the small one -- their psychic impression was exactly the opposite of their physical builds. Their living arrangement was the scandal of the campus, but there was really nothing anyone could do about it. Both Sheila and Thor were legally adults, and both were financially independent. They took care to maintain their academic standing, so there really wasn't much the college administration could do about them living together except try to keep their arrangement as quiet as possible. What Carol liked about them, besides their nutty personalities, was their free-wheeling bohemian attitude. They were totally unlike most of the other kids (and certainly like the faculty and staff!) of the college, and unlike anyone Carol had known well before. They were liberals politically, socially, sexually, and religiously. Carol asked them early on why, given the extreme differences between their outlook and the character of the school, they had chosen to attend college there? It was an expensive school, especially compared to the excellent state universities in their home states. They each responded that the answer was simple ... the education offered here was of a much higher standard for their majors. They had both been enrolled here long enough that they and the rest of the school had come to a kind of understanding. So long as they were reasonably discreet, and remained students in good standing, they would be left alone. Carol loved to go across the street to relax when she wasn't required to be on campus for any reason, or when she wasn't at Todd's house for raunchy sex. She was given a key, so she often just went down in the chilly basement (which was nice in the September heat, but soon was not so pleasant as the weather became ferociously cold) to be alone in the quiet to study. Sometimes, one or the other of the couple would come home for lunch, and they would always generously feed Carol too, although their choice of food left a lot to be desired. They were vegetarians, and would experiment with newly-fashionable odd-ball macro-biotic diets and food fads. The menus helped Carol in her efforts to keep her weight down but she just couldn't seem to shake off those last five pounds. Sheila and Thor were also very sexually active, which as far as Carol was concerned, was another big advantage to spending time at their place. They were totally uninhibited about stripping bare and making love on their double bed right in front of her. The first time that happened, Carol thought they were kidding her. They didn't say anything, they just started necking one day after lunch, and kept getting more and more involved as if she just wasn't there. When clothes started coming off, Carol became painfully embarrassed to be there, and asked them if she shouldn't leave. Sheila said, "Certainly not, unless this disgusts you! Just watch us, you'll like it! Feel free to join in, if you want to!" Quickly enough, Carol could see Thor's erection as Sheila, now also totally nude, stroked it. Sheila's body was reed-thin, and her breasts were tiny -- not like a little girls', but shaped like a woman's, just small. Thor didn't seem to mind, and he spent a great deal of time massaging her there, then he dropped his head down to Sheila's red-fringed pussy and started licking her until Sheila was panting and gasping. Carol herself was becoming excited, and accepted their invitation to participate by stripping off her own clothes and echoing with her fingers in her slot Thor's strokes with his tongue, and later with his cock, into Sheila's cunt. Carol actually climaxed first, then just leaned back in the old over-stuffed chair where she had been reading to watch them continue their love-making. When Thor and Sheila climaxed noisily, and after they slowly melted into one another's arms in a satisfied heap, Sheila looked over at Carol's nude body, and whispered to Thor. Thor turned his head to see Carol's body, and Carol could see his cock begin to grow again. Sheila felt it growing, and gestured to Carol to move over closer to their bed. "Come over here, Carol. Feel how hard Thor is again! Feel how hot he is for your sexy body!" Carol was initially reluctant, and felt as if she would be somehow getting involved with a married man. Then she realized that these two were not married, and that they were politely inviting her to do what she really, really longed to do. Carol walked the few steps over to their bed, and Thor gathered up and lifted the covers, inviting her to climb in under the covers and get out of the chilly air in the basement. Carol slipped in, wedging herself into the warm tangle of arms and legs already in the bed. Soon, she felt a small hand massaging her between her legs, and realized that it was Sheila who was gently inserting her fingers up into her sopping-wet cunt. Shortly after that, Carol also felt Thor's burly hands on her ample breasts. He clearly was fascinated with her bosom, so different from Sheila's compact breasts. Carol didn't know where to begin with her own hands, but settled on the obvious, and reached around under the covers until she found Thor's rigid prick, still slimy and sticky from his orgasm just moments before in Sheila's cunt. Carol felt her body zooming into a high state of sexual arousal, and her mind was glowing with the thrill of this illicit encounter, out on the edges of her sense of perversity. Thor moaned his approval as her nipples grew under his hands. He bent his head to suckle her breasts, and she watched as his long, blond locks spilled over her chest. Carol felt a hand on the back of her head, and realized that Sheila was pushing her down towards Thor's penis, wordlessly inviting her to suck his cock. She had never sucked a cock already smeared with semen, let alone one also smeared with another woman's sticky vaginal fluids. But, Carol was an eager partner, and enthusiastically applied herself to Thor's raging erection. In spite of his name, based on Carol's experience, Thor's cock was average in size, but his pubic hair was fascinating to her, the curly blond bush there looking just like the hair on his head. The tangy coating on Thor's cock didn't bother Carol at all, and she happily cleaned all around his cock and balls. Sheila disengaged herself from the other two, and sat back against the wall to watch, as Carol eagerly tongued Thor's erection, washing away the combined fluids of his drying semen and Sheila's secretions. Sheila would occasionally reach out to stroke one or the other -- Carol or Thor, but mainly she wanted to see them fulfill their new-found lust together. Soon enough, Thor started to pump his cock into Carol's mouth, clearly signaling his impending climax. Then Carol discovered another advantage of being on the "pill." "Thor, wait! Carol, stop!" Sheila barked out. Both of them jerked their heads up to look at her, expecting that she had had enough of this intruder into the bed she shared with her lover. But Sheila just said, "Don't waste it in her mouth, Thor! Fuck her! Don't you want to fuck this gorgeous body?" Carol couldn't believe what she was hearing, but Thor didn't wait to have Sheila confirm her suggestion. He roughly wrestled Carol into a better position on the bed, spread her legs apart, and climbed between her legs, his throbbing cock aimed at her slimy cunt. Sheila leaned forward, her tiny breasts looming over Carol's eyes, and guided Thor's cock into Carol's pussy. Impulsively, Carol shot out her tongue to lick Sheila's erect nipples. Sheila tried to concentrate on her goal, and when she was convinced that Thor was well-seated into Carol's cunt, she moved her hand out of the way, and busied herself stroking Carol's protruding clitoris while Thor began to thrust into Carol. Having just cum into Sheila's cunt, Thor was able last long enough while fucking Carol to give her several exquisite orgasms on his cock. His efforts were assisted by Carol's thoughts of how perverted and sexy she was being, and also quite a bit by Sheila's skillful manipulation of her engorged clit. Carol's nipples were distended almost painfully, and Thor was nipping them lightly with his teeth, slavering saliva over them with his tongue and occasionally looking up to also lick at Sheila's nipples suspended above Carol's chest. Carol finally reached her most explosive orgasm ever, and arched her back up into the bodies of her two lovers. Thor groaned loudly, the first "words" he had said since the whole interlude started, stiffened, and commenced shooting bolt after bolt of hot semen into Carol's spasming cunt. Sheila was dressed and going out to her mid-afternoon sculpture lab when Carol woke up. Thor was already gone. Carol was totally relaxed and comfy in the tousle of covers and blankets on the bed, but she could feel that the air in the apartment was quite cold. "If you don't have any classes this afternoon, why don't you just hang loose here until Thor gets back. I imagine he'd like to fuck you a couple more times. If you can hang around until five, I'll be back ... I'd like to jump in myself!" Sheila was saying as she walked out the door. Carol did have an afternoon class, but for the first time in her life, she decided to ditch it, and just pulled the covers up over her shoulders, rolled over and went back to sleep. When Carol woke again, it was to the wonderful sensation of a tongue prodding into her vagina, lapping out whatever was left of the mixture of semen and her own orgasmic secretions that was still in there from the earlier fucking. Big, meaty hands reached up from between her legs to grasp at her breasts, at first gently, then more and more aggressively, until she became almost more preoccupied by the powerful sensations emanating from her breasts than from the accelerated licking and probing she was receiving at her slit. She knew Thor was in lust with her ample bosom, relishing how distinct she was in that way from his usual lover. Carol pulled herself out from under Thor, and pulled him up, urging him to also turn around until he got the idea, and straddled her head while he returned to lapping at her pussy. His half-hard erection was now dangling in front of Carol's face. Her high school experience had amply prepared her for dealing with that. It took only seconds for Carol to have Thor's cock as hard as iron. Carol had never really liked the classic 69; she either lost concentration on her own climax, or, worse in a way, lost concentration on giving her lover the orgasm he so desired. But today, the stars must have aligned just right, and she felt herself actually reach a climax from the perversity of lying here, across the street from a church-sponsored college, with the throbbing cock of another girl's boyfriend in her mouth. As she climaxed, Thor nibbled a little on her inner pussy lips, driving her further over the top. Returning the favor, she used her teeth a little on his cock, and in response to THAT, he began to shoot copious volumes of semen into her mouth. Before The Fall Ch. 01 At some point, Sheila had come home, and was sitting there in an old kitchen chair watching the two of them intently. When Thor roared out with his orgasm, Sheila got up and came over to the bed, and as he pulled his cock out of Carol's mouth, Sheila leaned over and gave Carol a big, deep-tongue kiss, licking around in Carol's mouth to glean as much of Thor's cum as she could find there. Thor leaned away, and Sheila, still fully dressed (although weirdly, in a painter's smock over who-knows-what, and sandals,) climbed onto the bed, and moved her head between Carol's legs. She started up with her tongue where Thor had left off, licking Carol to yet another strong orgasm. Carol was overwhelmed by the pleasure she was receiving for the first time from another woman. Soon, Carol became aware that Thor, apparently unstoppable, was pounding away into Sheila's tiny body, and Sheila's nose sliced up with each thrust into Carol's slit. Carol thought she was beyond yet another orgasm quite yet, and her cunt lips were actually way too sensitive to enjoy this very much, but the thought of what the three of them were doing kept her from pulling away, and soon enough, to her surprise, she felt another small climax build then reach its summit as Sheila lifted her head and screamed with her own orgasm. A second later, Thor moaned loudly, and gave one last powerful thrust into little Sheila, throwing her forcefully down onto Carol's body. The three, of them, exhausted and slick with sweat, were stacked up on the bed on one side of the tiny, chilly apartment. Sheila was the first to recover; she looked up at Carol and asked, "What would you guys like for dinner?" Several times a week from then until Thanksgiving break, Carol spent hours in Sheila and Thor's apartment. They actually spent most of their time studying, but with frequent breaks for pairs or all three of them to slip into bed for demented sex. Carol had never been happier. Except that, in spite of her exercise regimen (which, incredibly she was able to keep up), and the scanty vegetarian diet she shared with her two lovers, she was actually gaining weight. She was also a little sick in the mornings as if she had morning sickness, but she knew she was not pregnant, because she had her period as scheduled. But her period was alarmingly heavy, and for the first time in her life, she was disabled with cramps and nausea. Carol made an appointment with the doctor in the college's student health clinic. There was no full-time doctor there; the school arranged for a couple of local docs to come to campus three days a week to see students, or as required if there was an accident or something that couldn't wait. Carol was relieved to know that the doctor she saw wasn't on the college's payroll; she knew about doctor/patient privilege, but she couldn't imagine telling a church-related staff member about her sexual issues. The doctor quickly assured Carol that she wasn't ill, but that she was just one of those unlucky women whose body reacted very strongly to the powerful doses of hormones she was getting from the "pill." The early formulations of the birth-control pill were much more potent than later versions, yet not really any more effective. He told her that she had basically two choices: continue on the "pill" and just learn to live with the side-effects, or stop taking it and start using some other method of birth control. Carol didn't really care for either choice. At the time she was at the doctor's office, she was cramping severely, and she had now gained nearly ten pounds, which she hated. But she also hated condoms and everything about them. The doctor told her there were other choices. The one he recommended was a little primitive, but pretty reliable, tried and time-tested, and had no side-effects whatever. It sounded too good to be true. And, in a sense, it was. The doctor prescribed her a diaphragm, to be used with spermicidal jelly. She merely had to insert it before having intercourse, delaying as long as possible putting it in to ensure the jelly was still at maximum effectiveness. At a second appointment, he fitted her with an appropriate-sized diaphragm, basically a rubber disc to be placed into the vagina over the opening of the cervix, sealed with a generous serving of the spermicide. It was awkward, messy, and primitive, but Carol was desperate to avoid the pill's side effects, so she accepted it. With a nurse's assistance, the doctor trained Carol how to insert it properly, and made her practice a couple of times before he was satisfied she could reliably do it right every time, which was essential. The doctor gave her three, along with several tubes of the jelly, and a written prescription for more. He was smart enough to recommend that she get a lift over to a nearby town to fill her prescription discreetly. In a couple of weeks, Carol's nausea and cramping were gone, and she quickly lost the weight she had gained, actually dropping below her original weight due to the strict diet and exercise plan she had adopted, and which she continued. Her next period was back to the normal, healthy flow she had been used to, with none of the cramping or heavy discharge. Her first experience of using the diaphragm was with Todd, and didn't go really well. The two of them had been necking, then petting, then getting really excited, at which time Carol had to stop the proceedings to go insert her diaphragm. It really broke the mood. Todd was a healthy and desperate young man, so they eventually regained momentum and did, in fact have intercourse, but it was strained and awkward compared to the carefree fucking they had been used to. Carol decided then and there that in the future, she would insert the diaphragm beforehand if she even suspected she might be having sex later. She had a sort of oversized syringe that she could use more discreetly to renew the spermicide if necessary as activities went on. Thereafter, her experiences with Todd were much more satisfying. Todd's happiness was not entirely due to Carol's new facility with managing her birth control. It was also because, one day, Carol asked him if he wanted to join her to study across the street from campus in the apartment of a couple of her friends. Todd had heard vague rumors about this couple, and was curious to see if the rumors were true, so he readily agreed. When Carol and Todd arrived, the apartment was empty, so Carol let them in, made some tea, and they made themselves at home. Well, not at home, exactly, because if they had been at Todd's home, they would almost immediately have stripped down and started having sex. But they made themselves comfortable and settled in to read their texts. An hour or so later, Thor and Sheila came home. Carol introduced everyone, and checked to make sure that it was all right that she had brought her friend over to their place. Sheila pulled her aside. "Uh, it's fine to come over here to study, Carol, but Thor and I really came back here to get it on, if you know what I mean. Can you and Todd maybe bug off for an hour or two?" "I have a better idea," Carol said. "I think it would blow Todd's mind if you just went ahead and did it, like you did with me!" "Like we did with you?" Sheila said. "You remember how THAT turned out, don't you?" she continued, wiggling her eyebrows in a mock-salacious manner. "That's the general idea!" Carol explained. Sheila had a whispered conversation with Thor, and he looked Todd and Carol over with a wicked grin on his face. The two couples settled down to "study," Carol and Todd on the old couch in the living area, Thor and Sheila on the bed which was actually in the same space, but in an area sort set up as the bedroom. As they had with Carol, Thor and Sheila started necking a little, and Todd poked Carol in the ribs with a grin on his face. Carol just smiled and went back to her reading. A few minutes later, Todd poked her in the ribs much more urgently and gestured towards the bed. Carol put down her book and looked over at the other couple. They had abandoned all pretense of studying, and Thor had pulled off Sheila's t-shirt (with her small breasts, she never wore a bra), and was avidly licking her nipples. "What's up with that?" Todd whispered. "What do you THINK is up with that?" Carol whispered back. "Just watch!" Thor and Sheila were soon flinging clothes all over the "bedroom," and before too long were busily fucking away, carefully positioned for the visual enjoyment of their audience. "Jesus!" Todd said. "Look at that!" "Yeah," Carol said, "let's go really look at that!" Carol got up and walked the few steps necessary to take her into the "bedroom," where she sat down next to the rutting couple on the bed, and reached between them to grope Thor's balls. She looked up at Todd sweetly, and said, "C'mon over. Feel up Sheila's tits while Thor fucks her. It's a blast!" Todd couldn't believe his eyes. His cock was rock hard, and he could hardly walk, but he somehow managed to get over to the bed, and following Carol's instructions, reached between the two fucking students and began to fondle Sheila's exquisite little breasts, relishing how prominently her nipples were standing out, and almost over-dosing on the debased sinfulness of what the four of them were doing. Sheila rolled her head over to look at Todd and said, "Why don't you get out of those clothes, Todd, and I'll suck your dick while we're at it." Todd was out of his clothes in a flash, and soon had his cock thrusting into Sheila's talented mouth. Carol also shed her clothes, and was now kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed licking Thor's ball sack while he churned up a froth of Sheila's fluid in her cunt. Pretty soon, everybody was having a hearty orgasm except Carol. As soon as they all finished, Carol said, "Okay guys, my turn!" and climbed up on the bed and spread her legs. The two young guys suddenly found themselves with rock-hard penises again. Todd slipped around to the foot of the bed and slid his cock into Carol's eager cunt, while watching Thor put his cock, still dripping and slimy from pumping semen into Sheila, into Carol's mouth. Sheila knew she could take part if she wanted to, but she just chose to sit back and watch the orgy unfold. It was the most depraved, and sexiest thing any of them had ever seen. They all skipped their classes that afternoon, and tried out different variations of fucking one another until the guys couldn't get it up any more and the girls were too sore to go on. When the light coming in the windows finally faded away, someone turned on a light, and Todd and Carol got up and started to get dressed. Todd and Sheila were still lying on the bed, covered in hickeys and fluids of various sorts, tangled in the sticky sheets and covers. "Hey, Todd!" Thor said. "That was fun! Stop by any time for an encore -- bring Carol if you want, but I'm sure Sheila would be glad to fuck your face off if you want to stop over sometime!" These were the first words anyone had heard Thor say all afternoon. ... continued in "Before The Fall -- Part 2" Before The Fall Ch. 02 Carol didn't have much to take home with her for Thanksgiving Break. It was only five days -- the Wednesday before Thanksgiving through the following Sunday. Most of her clothes were still at home anyway; there hadn't been a lot of room for clothes in their tiny sorority-house bedrooms. Other kids going home, especially the boys it seemed, were taking large duffel bags full of dirty clothes, but Carol was used to doing her own laundry ... she had been doing hers, her mother's, and her little brother's for several years before she ever went away to college. So she really didn't need to take clothes home for mommy to wash. Carol threw a couple of changes of underwear, her most comfortable bra (she wouldn't be wearing one on the drive home!), a couple pairs of shoes and some clean socks, some decent panty-hose, her jammies, her toiletries, and two of her diaphragms, with a supply of spermicidal jelly. Hey, you never knew what might come up! For a couple of years, since she had been working in the bank, her mom had been trying to get Carol to go out with the son of a woman she worked with. Carol knew Mrs. Kelly well; Mrs. Kelly and Mary, Carol's mom, not only worked together, they had become buddies. They went shopping on their lunch hours, went up to one of the casino towns to waste money playing poker on the weekends, drank coffee and smoked cigarettes together. Mrs. Kelly wasn't a big drinker, though, like her mother. And Mrs. Kelly hadn't had a string of "boyfriends" like Mary had had. Mrs. Kelly was a married woman, apparently happily married to the same man for over thirty-five years. Her mom teased her by saying "So what if you're married? What difference does that make?" but Mrs. Kelly never seemed inclined to step out on her husband, though she had plenty of chances hanging around with Mary. All of that was nice, but none of it was enough to make Carol want to go out on a blind date set up by her mother with Mrs. Kelly's son. Mary told Carol that John Kelly was probably a good catch, cute, smart, a good student. As if it would somehow make a difference, her mom also added that he drove a Corvette. Carol couldn't imagine anything less important about a guy. Oddly, just as Carol Mason knew Mrs. Kelly pretty well because of her mother's friendship, John Kelly knew Mary Mason well, too. Apparently, Mrs. Kelly had also been trying to get John to call Carol for at least a year, and he would just roll his eyes and change the subject. But now that Carol was coming home for Thanksgiving Break, the mothers had conspired to get their kids together, and had set up a sort of a date that they couldn't easily get out of. Apparently John was bringing home with him some of his friends from the big State University who, for one reason or another, weren't able to be with their own families for Thanksgiving Dinner. Mary learned that they were all planning to go out afterwards, and that John would be the only one without a date for the evening. "Look, Carol, it'll only be from about five o'clock when the Kellys have their turkey until maybe ten. Nobody's going to stay open late on Thanksgiving night!" Mary said. Carol couldn't seem to wiggle out of it while she was talking on the phone with her mom. And Carol was so excited about how her mom was changing her own life, that Carol didn't want to disappoint her. Mary had given up her habit of bringing home one guy after another, and had set out to find herself a new husband. After only three months, her mother was sure that she had found the right guy (Mac), and wanted Carol to meet him. Mary was going to be going to Mac's family's house for Thanksgiving to meet his family, so there wasn't really any reason for Carol to stay home alone. The trip home in Jeannie's little VW Beetle was uneventful, luckily. And it was pure luck, because at this time of year, sudden winter blizzards could shut down the interstates in just a few minutes. It was an eight-hour drive, and although Carol DIDN'T drive, she COULD drive; she had a license, just not a car. So she felt comfortable enough to take a turn to relieve Jeannie on the long drive home, while Jeannie caught a nap. Whether Jeannie felt comfortable with Carol driving her cute little car down the windy highway at 70 mph, she didn't say, and Carol didn't press her on the subject. The two girls arrived home alive and in good repair, but tired, Wednesday evening after six p.m. Mary had just gotten home from work herself, and came out to the car to give Jeannie a big hug and kiss and thanks for delivering her baby safe and sound. Carol wouldn't see Jeannie again until late Sunday morning. Carol and Mary sat up late that night talking about Carol's adventures at school, and Mary's new love. Mary explained that maybe "love" was too strong a word, but that she and Mac really got along and had a lot of fun, and that Mac treated her with respect. She said that it was Mac's idea that maybe they could get married. "Why not," he said, "we're virtually living together anyway!" Carol laughed and said that wasn't exactly the most romantic proposal she had ever heard, but Mary was cheerful about it. ":Wait til you meet him! That was so 'Mac!' It's just the kind of wise-ass thing he would say!" Carol was interested to see whether she was going to like this guy because he had a sense of humor, or detest him because he was too flippant with her mother's heart. Mac was scheduled to come over Thursday morning to meet Carol and take her mother and her brother over to his sister's house for dinner and to meet his family for the first time. So Carol would be able to form her own opinion soon enough. Carol had promised she would tell her mother everything about her love life, so she started to describe her activities with Todd, Sheila, and Thor. Mary was appalled. "For God's sake, Carol, you don't have to fuck ALL the time!" "You just forget what it's like to be young, mom!" Carol said. "It's exciting and fun, and I plan to keep doing it until I decide to settle down." "Honey," said her mom in a consoling tone, "be careful! Don't overdo it! Please slow down a little! There's more to life than sex!" "Sorry, and no offense mom, but that's pretty hard advice to take seriously, considering the source!" Mary felt as if she had been slapped, and just glared at her daughter. How had she become so distant from her daughter? "Mom! Sorry! You said you wanted to know this stuff. If you want, I can certainly keep it all to myself!" "No, I'm glad you're telling me. But I wish you'd follow my advice. I've changed my life and I wish you could benefit from my experience and not make the mistakes I've made." "I know what I'm doing, mom. I'm just having some fun! Now, tell me more about this guy 'Mac!' Is he hot in bed?" Mary laughed; she knew Carol was kidding her, now. Or at least, she thought she was! Carol had trouble sleeping that night. She had what they call "free-floating anxiety," a condition where you're just going to worry and fret about something, it's just a matter of figuring out what exactly to worry about. The next morning dawned cold but clear and sunny. Mac came over, and Carol was pleased to see that he got along okay with her brother, who was at that age where he really didn't see eye-to-eye with his mother at all. Mac was in the Air Force, a really big guy, but very easy-going and funny. Carol liked him right away. The only cloud on the horizon as far as Carol was concerned was that he liked to drink even more than her mother did. The two of them were belting back shots of scotch before noon. Carol had begun to get really nervous about seeing this John guy her mother had set her up with. As the afternoon wore on, and her mother left with Mac and her brother, she got dressed in a nice plaid wool skirt, a button-down blouse with a pull-over sweater on top, socks and her good penny loafers. Then she just sat on the sofa in the living room, looking out the front window and waiting. About 4:30, a white '64 Stingray convertible pulled up to the curb. A gut got out of the other side, and she scoped him out. He was fairly tall ... maybe six feet, and had a dark complexion. He was dressed in jeans, cowboy boots, a surplus Navy pea coat (surplus military clothing was all the rage either because of or in spite of the Viet Nam War), and a navy-blue wool watch cap. She didn't really get a good look at his face, because she quickly dropped the curtain back in place ... she didn't want to have him see that she'd been waiting by the door like a pining wallflower. Soon enough, the doorbell rang, and she opened it meet John Kelly. He was okay looking. Like her, he was attractive, but just as no one would say Carol was particularly beautiful, no one would say John was especially handsome. But he had a great smile, and was enough of a goof to have brought her a single "sweetheart" rose to kind of take the sting off of the awkwardness of the blind-date-set-up-by-the-mothers thing. "Hi, you must be Carol!" he said, with a bright grin, holding out the rose like it was about to explode. "And you must be John Kelly!" Carol said. "That's me! Shall we do this thing?" "Let me put the flower in some water, first," Carol said. He stepped inside while she hurried to the kitchen, filled a drinking glass with some water, put the bud in it, and put the whole thing in the fridge. Carol came back out to their little living room, and grabbed her jacket off of the ottoman. John offered to hold it for her, and she accepted, wondering if he was always this way or if he was just trying to make a good first impression. She locked the door behind them, he held the door open from the lobby to the outside, and he got the door for her to get in the car. "Nice car," she said. She really couldn't have cared less, but it obviously mattered to him, so she felt she had to say it. "Kind of a beater, actually. It's been hit ... before I got it ... and it needs some work. Has potential, though. Seat belts!" he said, indicating that he expected her to put hers on as he had done. She usually didn't bother, but she did as she was told. He fired up the big engine; it was loud and the whole car shook as it rumbled roughly at low idle. She expected him to show off by screeching his tires as they left, but he signaled, carefully checked over his shoulder, and smoothly pulled away from the curb. The ride to the Kellys' house was uneventful. She and John exchanged trivia about school and gripes about their mothers fixing them up with each other. John was in his second year in architectural engineering, but it was a five-year degree program, so he was planning to graduate the same year as Carol. He told her that it was a constant battle with his draft board, trying to persuade them that he was a student in good standing in spite of the fact that he wasn't going to graduate until a year after all his contemporaries. Carol told John about her little school in Nebraska, and how different it was from her mammoth high school. John had graduated in a big class, too -- 850 in his case, so not as big as Carol's, but still. State University, where he was now attending had an enrollment of 25,000 on campus, so he felt like, if anything, he was even more anonymous now that he had been in high school. "And that suits me just fine, thanks!" he said with a grin. "Yeah, going to a small church-sponsored college is like living in a small rural town," Carol said, "everybody knows everything about you and what you're up to." She fervently hoped that that wasn't true, thinking about some of the recent fun she'd had with Todd, and Sheila, and Thor. Looking at John as she had these thoughts, she couldn't help but speculate on how he might be as a sexual partner, and she felt a sudden rush of sensation between her legs that was totally inappropriate for the current situation, so she blushed. Luckily, it was dark in the car, so she hoped he had missed it as she looked away in embarrassment. No such luck. "Oh, oh! Someone isn't really comfortable with everybody knowing EVERYTHING!" He was looking at her out of the corner of his eye, grinning as he teased her in a kind of personal way after only a couple of minutes. When they got to the Kellys' house, Carol found that it was packed with people. Carol already knew Mr. and Mrs. Kelly, and was introduced to Mrs. Kelly's father, who lived with them. John's friends were two couples: there was Dick and Jan, who had been dating for a year, then there were Mahjid and Mike, who apparently had just hooked up for the weekend. Dick was quite tall, maybe six feet six, lean and gangly, and quiet, and his girlfriend Jan by contrast, was no more than five feet tall, heavy-set, and talked a mile a minute with a South Carolina accent. Mahjid was even taller than Dick. Mahjid was a foreign student from Iran, and he was no less than six-foot eight. Mahjid had extremely dark olive-toned skin, black eyes, and wore a thick, jet-black beard. Mahjid spoke seldom, and carefully, his English excellent but not too confident. When Mahjid spoke, his voice was so low that Carol thought she could almost feel it in her chest more than hear it. Mike was not a guy, but a saucy blond girl of about Carol's size, but with absolutely the biggest, most prominent bosom Carol had ever seen on a woman. Mike's given name was Michelle, but she liked to be called Mike because that's what her family had called her growing up, "and I like to watch people try to work it out" She was a light-hearted joker, and her voice, too, was deep (for a girl.) She and Mahjid made a striking and interesting couple. Apparently Mike was Jan's roommate, although Carol got the impression Jan basically lived with Dick in the same house that he shared with John near the campus. Mahjid was an architectural engineering student, also, and lived in an apartment across the alley from John and Dick. That's how he got connected with Mike. It quickly became apparent that, even though Mike and Mahjid had only met earlier this week, they were sleeping together. Carol wished she could see that pair-up! To top things off, Dick and Jan had brought along their St, Bernard puppy, Tuck, who was as energetic and rambunctious as any puppy, except that he also weighted over a hundred pounds and was over five feet tall when he jumped up and put his paws on your chest. Which he did, often. Mr. and Mrs. Kelly were good sports, and helped Dick and Jan get Tuck settled in the basement (after he had been to the backyard for whatever it was he needed to do!), then served everyone a traditional Thanksgiving feast. John's parents didn't seem at all concerned about the living arrangements of Dick and Jan or the clearly evident sexual connection between Mike and Mahjid. They just seemed intent on making everyone feel at home and have some fun. The perfect hosts. Everyone ate plenty, but there were lots of left-overs, and Carol helped put them into wax paper and aluminum foil for John to take back to school. Mrs. Kelly had even baked a second turkey for him to take back for the boys in John's house (there were five of them altogether) to make sandwiches with. After sitting around chatting for an hour or so, the young people gathered themselves together and borrowed Mr. Kellys' big Pontiac sedan, and set out to have some fun somewhere. As big as the car was, it was comical watching the six of them try to find an arrangement which would accommodate the three big guys plus two normal-sized girls, plus tiny little Jan, while also keeping couples together as much as possible. Jan got "the hump" in the back, of course. John drove them to a restaurant and bar that he knew was open. The maitre'd of the place was John's brother, and John had worked there as a bus boy when he was in high school. When they arrived, John introduced his friends to his brother-in-law (who was dressed in full plains Indian regalia, with buckskins and a feathered chief's bonnet), then, when he got ready to introduce Carol, he paused. "Crap! I've forgotten your name!" John said. "Carol," Carol said, and they all had a good laugh at John's expense. "I guess John's not getting lucky tonight," Mike said in her throaty voice, to another laugh. But Carol thought it was cute. None of them was twenty-one, which was the legal drinking age in their state, but they all sat down at the bar and ordered mixed drinks. The bartender asked if they were all of legal age, and John's brother came over and just said, "serve them!" So he set up drinks all around. They each had another, too, while they talked, and then they wandered downstairs where there was a jazz band playing and a few folks dancing. It clearly was going to be an early night, and the club part of the place was just about to close up for the day. They sat around talking and joking, then finally left after an hour or so when the club's manager shooed them out. Carol enjoyed the funny back-and-forth of these boys and their girlfriends, and she felt quite comfortable considering she was on a blind date with a guy who had forgotten her name. The next morning, when Carol woke up in her own bed, she felt something new, some kind of unfamiliar warm glow. When she got out to the kitchen, she saw that her mom had come home after she had, and was sitting there already, having a cup of coffee. "Morning, sleepy-head!" Mary said, "Mac's still asleep too," suggesting with a hand signal that they should keep their conversation low. "So, how did it go?" "Mom," Carol said, "I think this may be 'the one!'" "You're welcome," Mary said. Before going home after walking her to her door Thursday night, John had asked her if he could see her again Friday. "I know of a great movie you're just gonna love!" he said. Carol had said yes. "Oh, I'm so glad you said that," John said, "I thought I'd really blown it there when I forgot your name, Sharon." Carol looked at him oddly, and then noticed just the slightest hint of a grin. He was pulling her chain, and at the same time mocking himself about his faux pas. She laughed. "See you tomorrow, Don," Carol said, and shut her door. John called about five to say he would like to pick her up at maybe six, go get a burger or something, then get to the show at 7:30. She said that would be fine. John wasn't a fast mover. He still kept up with opening doors for her and being especially polite, but he didn't try anything physical with her until, during the movie (which was, oddly, an old W.C. Fields comedy ... "the Bank Dick" with Mae West), he looked over at her and gently picked up her hand. He casually kept hold of her hand through the rest of the movie, on the way back to the car, and after they got to Carol's apartment, on the way to her door. He didn't try to kiss her, or even seem to be thinking about it. "Goodnight, Carol," John said. "That was fun!" He had already told her that he and his friends were going to see a University football game tomorrow (Saturday), against a traditional rival, and had asked her if she wanted to go along. She had said she'd be delighted. "Game's at noon. I'll come get you about nine, okay? We need some time to get there, park, and all that, and there's always lots of interesting stuff before the game if we get there early!" "That sounds great," Carol said. "Dress warm!" John called out as he walked back to his car. Saturday morning, it was snowing lightly. When they got to the stadium, the field was covered with snow, and the field crew was shoveling it off so that everyone could see the lines for the kickoff. This was years before the yard numbers were painted on the fields, and they were indicated instead on little folding sandwich-boards along each sideline ... actually a real advantage in snowy conditions. Although there was snow, the day was not really cold when the game began. But as the clock ticked off, it got snowier and colder. Everyone was dressed in their most efficient winter gear, and the boys had brought blankets. It was a great excuse for the couples to snuggle together. Carol thought that maybe John would use this excuse and the concealment of the blanket to get more personal with her, but he was the perfect gentleman, and hugged her for warmth, but otherwise kept his hands to himself. Carol couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. But there was no doubt that the two of them enjoyed snuggling close together, and Carol thought maybe that unfamiliar feeling she was getting was because she was falling in love. Before The Fall Ch. 02 The game lasted late (State University won), and they all piled into their cars (they had come separately this time), and drove to rendezvous again at a coffee shop downtown. There were a lot of high spirits, and everyone warmed their hands on the hot coffee and cocoa cups while joking and talking. Soon enough, John took Carol's hand gently and indicated with a tug that it was time for them to go home. Carol thought that now, for sure, John would try to kiss her or something even more assertive, but he did not. As they paused outside her front door, John asked when she was leaving to go back to school. "Probably about noon tomorrow," Carol said. "Can I see you again before you go?" John asked. "Sure," Carol said, "I'd like that! Why don't you come by at ten or so and we can visit a little bit before I have to leave!" "I'll be there!" John said, then he turned away and left. Carol leaned against the other side of the door after he had left, and started to cry. Her mother came out, saw her crying and asked, "What's the matter, Carol?" "I don't think he likes me!" she said. "I talked to Mrs. Kelly, dear," her mom said, "and I can assure you that's not the case. John has been talking about nothing but you since Thursday." "But he hasn't TRIED anything, mom! He hasn't even kissed me!" "This is what I've been trying to tell you, honey! Your expectations are all messed up by the kind of wild life you've been leading! Don't you know why John hasn't tried anything?" "No, I don't, unless he doesn't like me ... or maybe he's, you know!" Mary laughed at the suggestion that John might be homosexual. "No, honey, John likes girls, I promise. The reason he hasn't tried anything with you is that he RESPECTS you! He's in love, dear! And I think you are, too." Carol started crying again, and Mary wrapped her little girl into her arms and kissed her on the top of her head. The next day, John showed up at Carol's door at eight-thirty in the morning, with another single red "sweetheart" rose. Mary answered the door, and laughed at him. "Eager, aren't we?" she asked. "Time flies," John said with a grin. "Carol available?" "She's up," Mary said, "but she's still in her room putting together her stuff to go back." "Can I see her?" John asked. "Sure! But let me warn her, first." Mary walked into the back of the apartment. John heard a quiet conversation, then a loud yelp from Carol. "He's here?" Mary came back out. "She needs just a minute," Mary said. John saw Carol make a dash for the bathroom, dressed in flannel pajamas and her hair pinned up. "Want some coffee?" Mary asked. "That would be great" John said. Eventually, Carol had herself put together and came out to see John waiting patiently, chatting comfortably with her mom. As soon as Carol sat down next to him, john gave Carol the flower, and Mary could see that Carol was about to cry again. Mary excused herself and made herself busy out of earshot in the back of the apartment. The two young people spent the next several hours talking quietly. Until Jeannie's VW honked out front. John helped Carol carry her two little bags out to the car, put them in, and Carol introduced him to her friend. Jeannie gave the two some space, and just before Carol got in the car, John cradled her face in his hands and gave her a wonderful, soft, romantic kiss. No tongue, no hip thrusts, none of that. He communicated to her with his tenderness how much he loved her. Then, he took her hand and helped her sit down in the car, tucked in her skirt, and closed the door for her. Jeannie drove away as John and Carol waved to each other. Carol was crying softly. "Oh, oh!" said Jeannie. ... continued in "Before the Fall -- Part 3" Before The Fall Ch. 03 Jeannie finally had to fake needing to take a nap to get Carol to just shut up about her weekend with John Kelly. At first, it had been sweet, then maybe precious, then repetitive, then just irritating. It was like no one had ever fallen in love before. But now that Carol was driving, she wasn't raving on about "John!" Now, she was humming cheerfully. Jeannie opened one eyelid, and peered over at Carol at the steering wheel. "Carol, you know I love you, right?" "Sure, Jeannie, and I love you, too!" "Well, honey, I'm thrilled for you that you've fallen in love," said Jeannie, her tone of voice slowly getting more serious and her volume higher, "but will you shut the fuck up?" Carol looked stricken. But Jeannie was smiling at her, and Carol realized that she had been babbling on about John and their time together for over four hours. "Sorry, Jean! I just never felt this way before." "Yeah, I can tell you think that. Remember Johnny Kimball in second grade?" "Oh, Jeannie, c'mon! That was just kid stuff! This is the real thing!" "If you say so." Jeannie said. "But, I'll tell you what, if it's the real thing, you'll be able to tell not by how you feel right now, but how you feel in two weeks, or a month, or a year, or in forty years. Talk to me again in a month, and we'll see how it's going." "Okay, I get it. I need to give it some time before I lose my head. But I'll tell you this, Jeannie, I'm going to change my ways!" "Uh, huh! Like I said, let's talk in a month. In the meantime, and I remind you I love like a sister, will you shut, for God's sake, up!" Carol looked straight ahead, and intentionally started humming her little tune again, glancing at Jeannie rolling her eyes. For a couple of days, Carol was distracted by her strong new feelings. But routine reasserted itself, and she found herself going hours without pining away for John. Soon enough, she found that, even though she knew she was going to commit herself completely to her new love, she had more immediate needs, and decided to go across the street and drop in on Sheila and Thor. As she was crossing the street, Carol noticed a man sitting in a ratty old pickup truck parked in front of Sheila and Thor's house. About the time she crossed the centerline of the street, the man opened his door and got out. He was a tall, slender, strong-looking guy, wearing jeans and cowboy boots, with a straw Western hat and a jeans jacket. She could see his breath in the cold air. As he approached her, he took off his hat. "You just get the fuck away from me, you bastard!" Carol shouted. It was Terry London. Carol backed up, and an approaching car honked at her to warn her to watch where she was going. Terry put his hands up to placate her, and stopped walking. "I only came here to apologize! I'm so sorry! Look, Carol, we can't talk out here in the middle of the street!" "How the hell did you find me, asshole?" Carol shouted at him. His answer shocked her. "Your mom told me where you were!" Carol silently led Terry to Sheila's basement apartment. She knew Sheila was there, and she knew she would feel safer than being alone with this man, and also safer than having a shouting match in the middle of a busy street. "Sheila, let me introduce you to my rapist, Terry London!" Carol said as she entered the apartment. Sheila was working at her easel,, and was in her paint smock and stocking feet, with a cute Swedish wool cap on her head with the ear flaps pulled down. "You want me to go?" Sheila asked. "Hell, no! I NEED you to stay!" Carol choked out. "Where's Thor?" "He's out until late. Are we gonna need some help?" "I don't know." Carol said, looking at the slim man with the pained look on his face. "We gonna need help Terry? You gonna attack us again?" Terry looked even more awful, shook his head no, and just slumped down against the door frame of the apartment's basement door. Carol had told Sheila and Thor all about the night she had been raped, and she had asked them if it was still rape since she had enjoyed it so much, and even helped him along toward the end. The three of them had turned the question over and over, and finally had decided that they didn't know if it was rape, but that she hadn't done anything wrong, and the guy was a piece of shit. Sheila scoped out the man there in her apartment, and was surprised that he didn't LOOK like a rapist. Actually, he was kind of cute. Carol sat down on the tattered over-stuffed chair and pointed to a kitchen chair as far from her as possible in the tiny apartment. "You sit there, and say what you've got to say, then get the hell out!" Carol barked out. Terry sat down on the chair, his long legs looking even longer with the high heels of his riding boots, long enough that his thighs didn't actually touch the seat -- his knees were propped up above the height of the seat by his long shins. He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, and fidgeted with his beat-up, sweat-stained old straw hat while he talked. "I never did anything like that before." he started. He looked at Sheila, who was cleaning her brushes now, and frowned. "You go ahead and talk," Carol said, "Sheila knows everything that happened. I want her to hear what you've got to say!" Sheila just looked at Terry, and then at Carol. She looked back at Terry, and nodded her head slightly. "Okay. Like I said, I never did anything like that before. I already told your mom this ... I saw her yesterday and gave her the same apology! I told her, I don't know what got into me! I had met your mom at the bar that night, and she was so friendly and nice. We just hit it off right away!" Terry said. "When it got to closing time, your mom asked me if I wanted to come with her to her place for some coffee. I know what that means! So, I said 'Sure!' and she told me to follow her as she drove home, It wasn't far at all, only a couple of blocks!" He looked embarrassed as he realized that kind of detail was just irrelevant to what he was trying to say. :"Anyway, she was real nice to me. I mean, your mom's no spring chicken, no offense, but she's still a beautiful woman, and if it's not too crude to say so, she really knows what she's doing with a man!" He knew he was on thin ice here. "We had a great time, if you know what I mean. We actually had two great times. But I could hear you in the room next door. I could hear you moaning and mumbling things to yourself, and I realized that you were pleasuring yourself while you listened to your mom and me! And I can't tell you how much that turned me on!" He paused for a minute or more, looking distinctly uncomfortable. He cleared his throat and looked at Sheila. "Uh, do you think I could get some water, or maybe coffee if you've got it?" Sheila got up silently and looked over at Carol with a questioning look. Carol was sitting there remembering that detail that she had forgotten about that night. She HAD been masturbating furiously while her mother was fucking this guy in the next room. She always hated herself when she did that, but the sounds she heard frequently overpowered her revulsion for what her mother was doing. Carol remembered the many nights that she imagined herself in her mother's place, going out to a local bar, picking up a stranger, then bringing him home and pulling out his hard cock, a new, strange cock on a guy she didn't even know, full of jism and straining up in a powerful erection for the need to fuck HER. Even now, remembering those sessions where she played with herself while listening to her mother and some strange man, Carol found herself getting wet between her legs. "Carol? Carol?" Sheila was trying to get her attention. Carol had drifted off into a sexual fantasy or memory after hearing Terry describe that night. Carol, looked up, startled. "What?" "Do you want anything? Water, soda? Beer? Should I make some coffee?" Carol flashed on the memory of what Terry had just said a moment ago, that he knew what it meant when a woman invited you to her place for coffee., and felt another wave of desire shoot through her. Her abstinence over Thanksgiving Break and since then had clearly made her horny ... hornier than usual. She liked John, loved him maybe, but she had needs, too, didn't she? "Carol!" Sheila snapped. Carol focused on Sheila's angry face, and realized that she had drifted away into sexual fantasy again. "Coffee!" she said, aware of the connection to Terry's comment. In spite of herself, Carol found herself looking at Terry sitting there and suddenly saw him as a man. He was older than herself but not as old as her mother, maybe in his mid-twenties or thirty. She remembered that he was well-muscled, and she could see now his big shoulders and biceps straining the fabric of the cheap western shirt and jeans jacket he had on. He wasn't great looking, but if she hadn't had traumatic memories of him, she recognized that she would probably think he was cute enough. She hadn't really actually seen him very well on the night they had fucked in her mother's house. And in her mind, Carol realized that that was what had happened. He hadn't raped her. He had tried, but Carol knew she was too strong for him to overcome her. She remembered that she had literally had him by the balls, and she chosen ... CHOSEN ... not to stop him, but to encourage him to put his rigid cock into her that night. She had wanted it, and he had provided it. And she loved it. That wasn't rape. She was ashamed, not because she suddenly understood that she loved it ... she had known that all along, she always loved sex, ... but because she had let herself believe that she didn't want it just as much as he did. She was ashamed because she let everyone think that he raped her, when she knew she could easily have thrown him off of her and screamed for her mother and brother to come to her aid. He had started out trying to do violence to her, but she had encouraged him when she could easily have stopped him. And she was so glad that she had. Sheila had finished making the coffee, and the electric pot was perking away. Sheila went over to the bed on the side of the room near Terry. Sheila knew what Carol was thinking; they had talked it through lots of times. She knew Carol was mad at this guy for attacking her, but more mad at herself for accepting him and finally, for loving what he did to her. Carol even admitted to guilty feelings that the force he had used was part of enjoyment ... she liked the idea of being taken by a big, strong stranger. Sheila herself was getting aroused by these thoughts, and looked over at Carol. Carol got up off the couch, and went to sit on the bed next to Sheila, closer still to Terry, sitting there on the dilapidated kitchen chair. He looked very nervous, still working on turning his hat in his hands absently. "You're driving me nuts, Terry," Carol said. "Give me the damn hat! Your coat, too!" She got up , took a step toward him, and held out her hand. London handed her his hat, leaned forward and took off his jacket, handing that to her, too. Once she had them, Carol didn't know what exactly she intended to do with them. There were no closets in the apartment ... Thor and Sheila kept their clothes in cardboard boxes. Carol just tossed the hat and coat on the floor and sat back down, crossing her legs under her. She tugged at her jeans, trying to get the damn crotch seam away from her pussy, where it seemed to rubbing her and rubbing her to distraction. "Anyways," Terry went on, "after your mother went to sleep, I lay there thinking about what I had heard. I realized there was another girl ... woman! ... in the room next door, and that I had given her sexual pleasure, sort of. You had clearly got yourself off by listening to me with your mom. But, at that point, I didn't know it was you! I mean, I thought it probably was someone in her family, since she was living right there, but I didn't know if was her sister, or mother, or what. I guessed it was her daughter, and my fantasy started to give me pictures of what you might look like. And, I finally just had to see what you looked like! It was like I had fucked you without even seeing you or touching you! It started to seem like maybe you owed me at least a look at your body if I was going to make you cum!" Terry was flushed with embarrassment. He looked form Carol to Sheila, and back again. He looked over his shoulder at the coffee pot, which had finished perking now. Sheila got up and poured everyone a cup of coffee. She didn't ask whether anyone needed cream or sugar ... fuck 'em ... here's the coffee, take it or leave it! Terry accepted his gladly, happy for the diversion away from his embarrassing story. But Carol wasn't embarrassed. She was reliving that night in her head, imagining Terry, nude, his big muscular body rising up out her mother's bed, his big floppy cock (she remembered THAT, that his cock was big!) dangling and waving around as he tried to move out of her mother's room without waking her. Carol felt herself getting wetter and wetter, thinking about Terry naked and his cock swelling ... "Anyway," Terry said again, "I snuck into your room, and I couldn't really see you. It was too dark, and you were asleep under the covers. So I thought, maybe if I just lifted the covers a little bit, you wouldn't wake up and I could see who it was who was getting off just from my noises." Terry took another big gulp of the scalding hot coffee, then paused while he tried not to show that it was burning his mouth. He swallowed, hard, and went on. "So, I lifted up your covers, and I could see a little bit in the dim light coming into your room from the streetlights outside, and I realized you were a young girl. But, I wasn't really ready for how gorgeous you were. I'd never seen ... I've never seen ... such a fantastic and sexy body on a woman. I couldn't believe how perfect your tits ... I means your breasts were, and how tight your tummy was and how long and slender your legs were. And when I finally could see that you shaved your bush, and I could see your cunt lips (excuse my language), I totally lost it." Carol noticed that Sheila was squirming around in her seat, too. Carol abandoned all hope of disguising her discomfort and simply grabbed her jeans by the crotch and pulled them away from her cunt where they were driving her crazy. Terry's eyes flicked down at her action. "That's no excuse," Terry said. "I know, and I'm just sorry as hell! I was way over the line, but I just couldn't seem to help myself, and I just crawled in there in bed with you, and started to touch your gorgeous body all over. Damn! Carol, I'm so sorry!" Sheila spoke up. "Go on ... finish telling what happened!" "Well," he said, at first addressing Sheila, since it was she that had spoken last, "Carol woke up of course, and when she realized what was happening, she started to try to fend me off. That kind of woke me up, too! I thought, shit! I'm going to get caught here trying to rape this nice lady's daughter! I'm not that kind of a guy! What the hell am I doing here?" He took another drink of his coffee, and Carol noticed that Terry's cock had grown hard while he was describing that night, and it was bulging his jeans along the inseam of his left leg. Terry was holding his cup with his right hand, and was absently sliding his left hand up and down along his shaft, not even aware of what he was doing there. "I kind of panicked! I mean, what's a good thing to do in that situation? I realized I had made a big stupid fucking mistake, just wanted to get the hell out of there! But how do you do that? You were about to start up screaming, and you were struggling as hard as any man I have ever fought with. I wasn't sure I was going to be able to hold on to you! I just clamped my hands around your mouth to keep you quiet and around your waist to try to keep you still, while I tried to figure out how to get myself out of this fix I was in, but you were giving me one hell of a fight. Somehow, you bent your arm around behind you and slid your hand down to my balls. You grabbed them in your fist, and I figured, well, this is it, one of us is about to let out one hell of a scream!" He finished his coffee, and set the empty cup down on the floor. "Thanks, ma'am, for the coffee!" Carol looked away from Terry, and saw that Sheila was breathing in shallow, rapid breaths. She was too turned on to acknowledge Terry's thanks. "Anyways," Terry began again, "then you did two things I'll never forget! You gave my balls a little squeeze, then, instead of crushing them like I thought you were going to do, you just relaxed in my arms, and gently started stroking my balls! I didn't know what the hell to think! I figured you were just trying to get me to relax my hold on you so you could get away, and I was about to just let you, 'cause I knew I had to get out of there somehow. But, I had the biggest damn hard-on of my life from you stroking me there in your bed, with your mom just about a foot away in the other room!" "I just relaxed myself when you started licking my hand which I was holding over your mouth. I just about shot my load right there. I realized you were telling me it was okay, that you wanted me to go ahead and fuck you! So, I did! I know all of that's no excuse! I should have just got up and got the hell out of there like my brain was telling me to. But, Carol, shit, you were so sexy, and your big, beautiful breasts, with their swollen little nipples were sliding along under my hands, and I just had to do it! You wanted it, I wanted it, and I figured, what the hell!" "And then, my mom came in!" Carol interjected, still trying not to reach down and massage her cunt lips. "No, not right then! We fucked together like we were made for each other! I'm not lying when I tell you, that was the best damn fuck I have ever had, and when you stiffened up under me and your little cunt started to clamp down on me, I thought I was going to cum so much that I was going to turn inside out! Damn, you spoiled me right there for anyone else!" Sheila had her hand on Carol's back and she felt Sheila tense up and dig her fingernails into her. Sheila was climaxing silently, from listening to Terry describe that night. "I can't believe my mother would tell you how to find me! Why the hell would she do that! She thinks you raped me!" Carol said. "No, she doesn't. She knows what happened. When I went to see her, to apologize, I told her what happened just like I'm telling you now. I wanted her to know that you wanted it, too, that you enjoyed it, that I didn't hurt you. I wanted her to know that I was truly sorry, and that I had no excuse for what I'd done, but that at least, I hadn't hurt her little girl forever! I wanted her to know that her little girl wasn't a little girl but a woman, and that that woman enjoyed what I did with her that night!" "And you know what she told me? She told me she already knew all of that. She knew you were fucking me just as much as I was fucking you! And you know why? Because she didn't come into your room just before she turned on the light! She had been there, at the door of your room, watching us for several minutes. She could see exactly what we were doing, and she could see that you were fucking me hard, that we were having the ride of our young lives! And do you know why she didn't stop us? She said she didn't stop us because she was getting off on it, too, and because she wanted to watch you feel the massive orgasm that she had felt earlier that night on my cock in her room next door!" "Now, that's just a lie!" Carol shouted at Terry. "Why would my mother tell you that even if it was true? And if she did say that, what makes you think she was telling the truth?" "Because, when she told me this, we were in your bed. When I went to see her to apologize yesterday, she was just so turned on by what I was telling her that she grabbed my hand and took me into your room and she just ripped my fucking clothes off and we fucked there on your bed like there was no tomorrow!" Before The Fall Ch. 03 Carol knew that this was the truth. She could feel it in her bones, and anyway, she wanted to believe it. She was just like her mother, and her mother was just like her! Her mother thought she had turned her life around; she was going to marry a nice guy and settle down, but a cowboy comes along and tells her how exactly he was able to fuck her daughter, and she grabs him and sucks his dick and fucks him as if that was just the most normal thing in the world! The sicker, the more sinful, the nastier and sexier, the better! That's her mother, and that's her! Carol got up off the bed and stepped over to the chair where Terry was sitting. She wrapped her arm around his neck, and sat down on his lap. She leaned her head down, and kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth while she reached down and stroked his big, hard, nasty cock through the leg of his jeans. John was a nice guy, but she needed this, she needed to feel a big, hard cock forcing it's way up into her sopping cunt, and she needed it right now! She got up, and lifted a very surprised Terry London up from his perch on that chair, and turned to pull him over to the bed. When she turned, she saw that Sheila had already stripped herself naked, and was turning back the sheets. The two of them simply attacked Terry, yanking off his clothes to reveal his muscled torso, his hard, bulging arms, and his powerful legs. They kept digging away at his clothes until they uncovered his massive penis, which sprang free of his underwear as Sheila pulled them down, and slapped up against his hard stomach. Carol couldn't wait. She ripped her own clothes off, and swung her leg over Terry's hips, reached below herself, and moved the tip of his swollen cock back and forth along her cunt lips, making the tip of it wet with her fluids. But she didn't even have the patience for much of that. She simply lined him up and plunged herself down onto his rigid cock. She thought briefly of John, and how certain she had been, now that she was in love, that she could hold herself back and be his and his only. What a joke. She loved sex! She loved fucking, getting fucked, sucking guys off, getting sucked, licking other girls cunts, getting jizz shot all over her face and body, licking up cum from men's sloppy cocks after they were done fucking her or even after they were done fucking someone else! She loved it! All of it! As Carol threw herself up and down on Terry' prick, she knew that she was just exactly like her fucking whore of a mother! Carol spun off into a magnificent orgasm on Terry's spurting cock. She could feel his hot semen jerking up into her cunt, and she realized that, yet again, she was fucking him with no protection! She didn't care! All the fucking better! Polite fucking John could get in line! If she had somebody's else's baby because she was too excited to think straight, then damn it, give her more of the same, and with that thought, and while Terry was kneading her breasts like he was trying to pop them and experiencing another fantastic orgasm in this fucking whore daughter of the fucking whore mother he had shagged yesterday, Carol shot off on another fantastic climax. She was just like her mother, falling for a nice guy but too strung out on pure, animal lustful fucking sex to keep her hands off of other guys erections for even a couple of weeks! Carol fell off of Terry and sagged, exhausted, emotionally and physically onto the bed. She drifted off into something between sleep and a trance, still high on the sex and the thoughts of how fucking nasty she was, and how she wanted to fuck as many men as possible, and let John be as nice as he wanted to be so long as he didn't get between her and lots of nice, hard, new stranger's cocks! When she came to a little, Carol felt the bed moving under her. She looked to the side, and was not surprised to see Terry, naked, over little Sheila, literally pounding his cock into her tight little box. He was balanced on one arm, holding himself up on the bed, and his other hand was smacking her tiny titties in rhythm with his strokes into her cunt. "Oh, fuck, yeah, Terry, you bastard rapist!" Sheila was screaming. "Harder, fuck me harder, slap my little tits harder you piece of shit!" Carol rolled over and moved her head into place to lick his big balls as they moved past her face again and again. She could taste the cum there from both him and her from a few moments ago, and she began to feel another climax building as the depravity of what they were doing came home to her again. Fucking, sucking, licking, nipping, tittie slapping with her fucking rapist! She loved it! More. More! ... to be continued in Before the Fall, Part 4 Before The Fall Ch. 04 Sheila was lying inert on the bed, recovering from the vigorous fucking Terry had just given her, his semen drooling slowly out of her red-fringed cunt onto the bed. Carol was near the end of the bed, posed just the way Terry had directed her. He was standing there, his limp, dripping cock sagging down, his arms on his hips, just looking at Carol posed naked for him there in that chilly basement apartment. Carol was kneeling down on the bed, with her butt resting on her heels. Her knees projected slightly over the edge, and she was leaning back, with the whole weight of her upper body resting on her arms, which were propped back behind her shoulders. Terry was just drinking in the sight before him. This girl was perfectly ripe, and insanely willing to do anything he wanted sexually. Not yet even quite twenty years old, and her body was in perfect condition. Her arms, legs, and torso were covered with long, lean muscles, none of them bulging, but all of them smooth, sleek and clearly ready to move quickly and powerfully. Her tummy was absolutely flat; the curve from the bottom of her rib cage down to her mons was not rippling with muscles, but the muscles were clearly there, not tense or tight in the pose she was in, but stretched to their maximum, her skin pulled taut, with only the faintest haze of pale, almost invisible hair. Her mons made a visible rise in that otherwise flat tummy, and it was shaven bare, except for a slight stubble which might have sprouted since yesterday. Carol's breasts, in this position, rose from her chest, but were parted away from one another, their bulk lying slightly to each side, and they didn't have the delightful concave curve above and convex curve below that they had when she was upright. Instead, they were compressed by gravity against her ribs, their full round shape like silken cushions, waiting for someone to lay their head down on them. Only her neck was tense, as she strained to hold her head up over the bed between her shoulders, and her hair spilled down toward the bed, hanging free. Her arms were twisted slightly, her hands palm down, with the fingers placed away from her body. This revealed her shaven arm pits and the tender underside of her upper arms, the insides of her elbows, the back of her lower arms, and the pulse point of her wrists to Terry' eyes as he stood there appreciating her, appreciating his luck to be seeing this lovely, naked girl like this, arrayed for him, awaiting his announcement of what new pleasures he wanted to take with her body. Carol was thinking hard about what she was doing, what she had done today, and what she wanted to do in the future. She was thinking about how sweet John was, the boy she had met at home over Thanksgiving, and she acknowledged that she really loved him, and was eager to see him again and feel that deep, romantic satisfaction she felt suffuse her when they were together. On top of that, and more demanding, she was also disdainful of John and of his safe, respectful, and tender ways; here she was naked on this bed, her body lewdly stretched out for Terry's visual pleasure, and ready to engage yet again in any kind of debased and depraved sexual activities that this lanky man standing there wanted. This virtual stranger, this would-be rapist, this man she knew almost nothing about and certainly didn't love, she would do whatever he wanted, whatever he demanded. A thrill ran up through her body as she felt the power of her betrayal of true love to the immediacy and lust of the pure sex she was engaged in. Those thoughts made her juices flow again, her nipples stand out prominently from her breasts again, and goose flesh to appear all over her naked skin again, as the rush of anticipation of filthy sinful pleasures permeated her mind and body. She knew that she wanted this so badly that she was risking something very precious to her. But she also knew that she would want this again and again, with this man and with others, in spite of her craving also to be cradled tenderly and cherished by a decent friend and a true lover. True lover could wait; right now, she wanted to be fucked, real bad. Terry saw the goose-bumps rise and he saw her nipples growing. He knew that meant she was thinking about him, and getting ready once again to be impaled on his cock, to let him fuck her, to HELP him fuck her and defile her again on this cum-stained bed. But he was in no hurry. He needed some time to be really ready himself, and they had hours yet before he would get dressed and leave these girls' lives forever. Terry leaned forward, and let his weight fall on his hands as he placed them together on the top of Carol's right thigh. In spite of the chill in the room, he could feel her body radiating warmth, her arousal sending hot blood throughout her young athletic body to prepare it for the coupling to come. Carol felt him slowly slide his hands up her thigh, paying attention to the texture of her skin and the subtle curve of her elongated muscles as he moved. She felt when he reached the crease which was the joint between her leg and her hip, and she felt him keep one hand on her hip there, and slide the other one over, across the very upper limit of her mons, and rest it on her other hip. He caressed the protrusion of bone there, pushing his hands around to the back, and she could tell that he was feeling the indentation on the sides of her buns then the bulge where her ass was resting on the heels of her feet. He ran his hands down the length of her feet, and gently felt her toes. Carol's goose-bumps sent another shiver up from her sensitive feet, through her legs, and it radiated all over the surface of her body. He had leaned down so far now that his own torso was in contact with her thighs and she knew he could feel on his chest the moist heat rising from her pussy. His face was only fractions of an inch from her navel, and he studied it, seeing that here, too, she had not one ounce of unnecessary fat -- her navel was only the merest depression into the smooth muscle of her stomach, with the tangled skin of her navel knot barely embedded there. He slid his hands along under her shins, with his finger-tips slightly under her. He felt the texture of the sheet on the back of his hands until he came to the tense gathering that was her knees, folded tightly to hold this pose for him. He moved his hands up over her knees, and as he did so, he lifted his own torso again, and slid his hands up her thighs again, but this time right next to one another along the inside of her legs. She shivered and felt the start of a little orgasm building in her groin. He made a slight pressure there, at the top inside of her thighs, and Carol responded as he knew she would, by opening her legs, spreading her base to a vee, with her feet still together under her, but her knees now apart a foot or so. She felt him continue to slide his hands up toward her shaven pussy mound, but when he had nearly reached it, and Carol's breathing was getting ragged and deeper, he surprised and disappointed her by lifting his hands and rolling them over onto the tops of her thighs again and up to her hips once more. He continued , moving his hands up along her sides, sensing the firm, but relaxed and soft muscles of her lower torso, then feeling the bottom of her rib cage on each side. He moved his hands up over her ribs, and she could feel him pushing down slightly between each pair of bones there until he reached her breasts, each of them falling off to the sides of her upper chest. He ran his hands up under her breasts, and slid his index fingers back and forth in the fold below each one where the bulge of her breasts met her rib cage, then up their contours from below, and he spread his fingers to encompass each breast entirely, eventually encountering the nubby texture of her areolas and then the almost rough texture of her nipples, straining in their protrusion up from the surfaces of her bosom. But Terry didn't linger there. He kept his hands sliding upward, onto the flat, hard platform of her upper chest, into the dip by each clavicle, and into the hot, sensitive hollow of her neck. He pushed inward slightly above each clavicle and they both could feel the hot and intense, but slow and powerful beating of her pulse there. She felt him wrap his hands around her throat, and he tensed them a little, as if he were about to strangle her, reminding them both of that moment weeks ago when SHE had HIM in her grasp and could have done anything with him from pain to pleasure. She had chosen pleasure, as he chose pleasure now. He ran his hands up her neck then out over the bulge of her chin, up her cheeks, then back to her ears. Her compressed her face between them, and leaned forward to kiss her on her lips, his body leaning heavily on hers, she taking his weight as well as her own on her straining knees and arms. She felt his cock against her sex, hard now, and oozing oily fluid. Ho opened his mouth onto hers, and slid his tongue across her lips. She responded in kind, and their tongues tangled with one another for a moment, then she subsided, deciding to allow him to explore wherever and however he wished. Terry's tongue slid around her teeth, and he strained to lick the roof of her mouth, then he ran the tip of his tongue along the inside of her upper lip, sliding it against her sensitive gum line. Then she felt him pull his tongue out, then pull his head away slightly and slowly, dragging his tongue out of her mouth onto her upper lip. While he licked around the edges of her mouth, then teasingly in her nostril and up one side of her nose to her eyelids, and back down to her gasping mouth, he was sliding his hands down her arms to the bed, with his fingers snug around her arms the whole way down until he felt her knuckles and the backs of her hands. He licked her eyebrows and forehead for a few seconds, then pushed up against her hands, and stood again at the foot of the bed. He stepped around to her side, and started to repeat much of his sensual journey with the tip of his penis, dragging it along her skin all the way from her thigh to her shoulder, but alas only on the side nearest him. He moved his throbbing cock back down to her breast, and rubbed it around her nipple, leaving a trail of sticky ooze all over it. He dragged the tip of his penis along the length of her distended nipple, the slot below the opening in the end widening to gently grasp her there. When he reached the top of her nipple, he lifted his cock off of her, and brought it up to her mouth. Carol turned her head and opened her mouth to take it in, but he refused to push it in, and instead just slid the tip of his massive cock back and forth along her lips, smearing them, too with his rich and oily fluid. Carol would lick her lips, and he would catch her tongue and duel with it on the end of his penis, then resume sliding himself, oozing sex fluids all over her beautiful teen-aged face. A drop of cum appeared on the head of his penis, and he lowered it to just above her upper lip. "Sniff," he said. "What?" Carol responded, startled by Terry speaking after his prolonged silent exploration. "Snort! Sniff in, hard!" Terry said again. Carol sniffed in, and felt the drop of semen spray up into her nostril, and suddenly her mouth and throat were filled with that salty, chemical taste she knew from swallowing men's cum. She was overwhelmed by the idea that Terry had just fucked her in the nose, and her building orgasm shot up through her body, and made her flail her head left and right with the shock of it. "Didn't like that?" Terry asked. "Oh, fuck!" Carol answered, her voice low and breathy as she tried to form a reasonable sentence and climax at the same time. "Do it again!" Terry rolled his fingers along his shaft from the base to the tip, shoving the waiting semen up along the tube on the underside until another drop appeared on the purple tip. He placed his cock under her other nostril and said, "Sniff!" Carol sniffed again, and again the interior of her head was suffused with a sudden spray of seamy sexual aroma and the biting chemical taste and feeling of his cum. Again, a little spasm of orgasm surged up her torso, and Terry could see her muscles ripple and roll with it, like a wave coming up from her vulva to crash on her breasts. Terry paused there with his cock on her upper lip to take a mental photograph of this moment, of this girl, this woman, kneeling on the bed with this other little girl behind her, who was lying there trying desperately to recover from his recent fucking; Terry was trying to memorize every detail of seeing this outrageously sexy young woman pulsating with the pleasure he had just given her, picturing her forever in his mind with his hard cock just lying there on her upper lip, oozing cum. Carol knew that if she weren't so sexually primed, what Terry had just done to her would seem silly, but she thought of also of John, and how unlikely HE would be to ever think of such a perverted, sexy, and thrillingly obscene thing to do to a woman, to her, let alone to actually do it and then do it yet again. Terry impatiently smoothed away Carol's hair from her temple and slid his cock down along her lip, across her cheek and jaw, to her ear. There, he repeated his move of rolling his fingers up the length of his cock, squeezing out another tiny drop of milky fluid. He deposited it in her ear canal, then left his cock resting there against her era lobe while her drilled his come into her ear with his pinky finger. Carol could feel the liquid entering her ear as she had many times felt the water of the swimming poll enter there, but she knew that this wasn't clean, chlorinated water, this was the filthy erotic spend that just oozed out of the tip of the big cock of the man who had once tried to rape her. She loved it. Terry was ready. He stepped away from the bed, then down to the foot, and grabbed Carol by the knees. He lifted her legs upward and unpeeled her calves out from under her by lifting her whole body up off the bed. He quickly slid his hands up to grasp her tightly by the tops of her calves and pushed her backwards a little bit while he hooked her legs over his muscled shoulders. He didn't wait; he pushed forward, his own hand guiding his painfully swollen cock directly into her oozing-wet cunt opening. Carol was shocked and thrilled, and her mind filled with the sensuous, abandoned joy she had felt the first time he'd rammed himself into her like this on her bed in her mother's apartment back home, while her mother slept only inches away. He wasn't gentle now, or slow, or sensuous, or patient, or any of those things she knew John would always be. Terry was a demanding, violent, powerful machine ramming his hard stalk of meat up into her willing young cunt again and again and again. She tried to imagine herself in a more sexual and debased situation, and she couldn't. Sheila had roused, and was leaning forward to watch Terry pounding Carol's body just as he had pounded her own only a short while before. The flesh around her vaginal opening felt bruised, and she still felt the ache where he had gripped her tiny breasts so hard during his assault on her, then begun slapping them in rhythm with his thrusts. He was slapping Carol's bigger, more sensual and responsive breasts now as he fucked her so violently. He would slap one as he reared back, his open hand landing flat and making her tortured flesh vibrate and sting, then slap the other one on his next violent strike into her cunt. Carol knew she should be outraged, but instead, she was zooming toward an orgasm the likes of which she had never felt or imagined. The pain in her chest was overlaid onto profound pleasure emanating from her breasts, too, and the idea of his abusing her for his pleasure made her respond all the more and sent her sexual rush spiraling up to a dizzying height. Her cunt began to clasp his cock, trying to hold him tightly in her, but his muscled body refused to be slowed or trapped, and he was in a furious tantrum of lust and violence as he assaulted the lovely young girl there below him. Carol knew that Terry had nothing to lose, and could demean her or torment her in any way he imagined; he was already known as her rapist, and he was planning on driving away from here in only minutes, never to see her again, so what did he care for her feelings or welfare? She loved the lewd abandon that she felt giving her most precious gifts to this reckless asshole to abuse so roughly. She flashed again for a moment on the soft, gentle and loving contact she had had with the man she loved, her John, and thought how much she preferred this, this wild, painful, thrilling fucking that was coursing through her. She started to laugh with the joyful abandon of a young girl who was experiencing her own perversity and depravity. As Terry's cock began to throb and unleash a torrent of forceful sprays of fertile juice up into her vagina, then pound it like a hydraulic press up through her unprotected cervix and into her uterus, up even into her fallopian tubes, she started to laugh and to writhe as she climaxed with the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced, mind-blowing shocks like electric current shooting throughout her body over, and over, and over again, as she thrilled to the slaps on her breasts and the bruising pounding he was inflicting on her teen-aged twat. Carol's orgasm and Terry's coincided perfectly, and after an agonizingly passionate and wonderfully pleasurable few minutes, their coupling was done. Terry stood up, and Carol's used-up and limp body slid off of his cock and dropped to the bed, their combined cum running out of her sex like a tiny river. She looked up at him, standing there over her in triumph, having just totally dominated her, abused her, impaled her, yet also having given her the most pleasure she had ever experienced. But Terry's cock was not softening; it remained hard and erect, dripping semen profusely, but throbbing to be pressed yet again into her cunt, into someone's cunt. "Oh, fuck, I need more!" Terry cried out. "I need to fuck more, now! Who wants it?" he shouted. "Me!" Said little Sheila, in a dizzy heat from watching Carol and Terry mate so violently there on her bed. "Fuck me in the ass, you bastard!" she cried, and she scrambled onto her hands and knees next to Carol before Carol could think to offer herself again to this rampaging man, as she knew she would if Sheila did not act quickly. Terry grabbed the petite little redhead, and pulled her towards himself. He reached over and ran his hand along Carol's gaping twat, scooping up the oily, milky fluid that was gushing out of there, spread Sheila's butt cheeks, and smeared the cum all over Little Sheila's asshole. He violently pushed his finger into her hole, guiding more fluid there to ease his assault, but he couldn't wait to do more, and simply leaned in and rammed his cock home into her tiny ass. Sheila's scream could be heard out on the street. Carol watched, fascinated as this little girl and this lanky wild creature of a man were joined, his cock thrusting up into her asshole just as it had been only seconds ago ramming into Carol's own cunt. She only regretted it wasn't her that Terry was ass-fucking. Carol's heightened appetite for debasement was still at a fever pitch, and watching her friend get impaled on this giant pole of meat only inflamed her more. Carol reached underneath Sheila and grabbed one of her little titties, and pulled downward as hard as she could. Sheila screamed in pain again. The scream only inspired Terry to an even more brutal assault on her tiny body. "So, Shirley," Terry shouted at her back, as she was thrown all over her bed, impaled on his thrashing shaft. "This what you had In mind? You LIKE this, huh?" Before The Fall Ch. 04 Sheila was in a sexual trance of her own, and she barely heard his voice come through as her total awareness was shot through with both pain and the most fantastic and massive pleasures she had ever felt. "SHEILA! My name's SHEILA, you fucker!" she screamed at in him a fury. "Yes, this is what I want! Is this the best you got? Can't you go any HARDER?" Terry didn't understand where his anger was coming from , but goading made it flare even higher, and he started pounding her harder, his violent plunging throwing her little body back and forth, sliding her along the sheets with every stroke until he was knocking her head against the wall repeatedly. Carol yanked again and again at her friend's breasts, careful to time her pulls with Terry's thrusts to maximize the torment she was delivering. Carol's thrill from helping inflict sexual pain on her friend pushed her into sensual overload so great that she orgasmed again, her stomach muscles cramping with her climax. Sheila had braced her arms against the wall to keep herself from being beaten senseless, and suddenly, she was enveloped in an all-encompassing orgasm that made her kick her legs out behind her and flop down on the bed. Terry's second orgasm in the last ten minutes was triggered by little Sheila's ass clamping down hard onto his cock, and he felt like his balls were going to turn inside out and squirt out through his penis into this little redheaded stranger. Who the hell was this girl, anyway? He didn't know. He didn't care. He just finished spewing dozens of jets of hot jism into her ass, then collapsed on top of her, totally spent. As Thor was coming home from the library in the icy Nebraska dusk, he noticed an old rusty pickup truck parked outside of the apartment he shared with Sheila. Thor walked around to the side of the house, where the entrance to the basement apartment they shared was located, and saw a tall, lean cowboy coming up out of his place, adjusting his corny straw cowboy hat and buttoning up his faded jean jacket against the cold. The two passed in the side yard, and Thor said "Hi!" and stopped to exchange pleasantries with this stranger. But the cowboy just walked right on past him, said "Hey!" as he went by, walked out to his truck, and sped off. When Thor climbed down the steps and went into his apartment, he saw Carol and Sheila both flopped out on the bed, naked, covered in sweat, their bodies dripping cum, with red welts and bruises all over them, and he knew they had all gone much too far. ... to be continued in Before the Fall, Part 5 Before The Fall Ch. 05 Jeannie had been driving for over an hour and Carol hadn't said a word after "Hello." Jeanie glanced over to see if Carol was sleeping, but she wasn't. She was sitting looking off into the distance, her elbow propped on the tiny sill of the VW's window, her chin resting on her hand. "You remember what we were talking about when we were coming back to school after Thanksgiving?" Jeannie asked. "What?" Carol asked, looking at Jeannie as if she had just awakened from a long nap. "I'm sorry, I guess I was daydreaming." "I asked if you remember what I said after Thanksgiving?" Carol HAD been daydreaming. She was thinking of how conflicted her emotions were, how she was both excited to see John Kelly again and also couldn't stop thinking about how much she longed to be roughly fucked again by some man like Terry London. "Sorry, I guess I don't remember what you said." Carol said. "Remember, you wouldn't shut up about how much in love you were with "John"? And I said "let's talk about it in a month" and see if you still felt the same way? Well, it's been almost six weeks ... and you haven't said a word about him" Carol self-consciously considered her response, and her hesitation told Jeannie everything she needed to know. Jeannie didn't know anything about Carol's wild sexual adventures, but she knew her friend was troubled. "What's the matter, hon? You seemed so happy and excited at Thanksgiving, and now, you seem sad and distant." Jeannie said. "Oh, Jeannie, you wouldn't believe me if I told you!" Carol said. "Carol, we've been friends since before we were in kindergarten! You know you can tell me anything, and I will still love you!" "Jeannie, I don't know." Carol answered. Carol longed to talk to someone about what she had been doing, what she had been feeling, and the powerful cravings that still consumed her every day. "If I tell you, you have to promise not to tell anyone! Not my mom, not your parents, not anyone at school ... nobody!" Carol insisted. "Of course, Carol! You can trust me!" "Jeannie, this is major stuff. I mean, you're going to think I've lost my mind!" Carol explained. Jeannie glanced at her friend. There were tears in Carol's eyes, and she was looking at Jeannie as if her friend had the lifejacket she needed to keep her from drowning. "Oh, God, Carol, I'm so sorry you're having so much trouble, whatever it is! What is it? C'mon, tell me what's bothering you!" Carol took a deep breath and looked out the window at the passing flat, frozen landscape again before she finally got enough courage to speak once more. Carol began by telling her friend how she had fallen so hard for John Kelly while she was at home for Thanksgiving Break. Jeannie nodded, thinking that she was about to be subjected again to Carol going on and on about her new sweetheart. But Carol soon had Jeannie transfixed when she started to recount what had happened after they had been back at school for a few days. She told Jeannie everything about what she had been doing before break with Thor and Sheila, and then told her the whole incident that had happened the previous summer with Terry London in her mother's apartment. Before Carol could go on, Jeannie pulled the car off to the side of the road, turned off the ignition, and turned to look at her friend. "Carol, I seriously don't believe what you're telling me. I know you! None of this happened; why are you telling me these things? I was sincere about trying to help you, and you're just making fun of me with these ridiculous stories! That's just the meanest thing I have ever seen you do!" Carol was stung. She had been pouring her heart out to her friend, and now Jeannie was angry at her for making all of it up. Carol realized that she had done an excellent job of keeping her sexuality private from everyone who wasn't directly involved. But she desperately needed to talk to someone about all of this, and her oldest, dearest friend was the one she needed now. So she looked her friend right in the eye, and said, "Jeannie, I would never lie to you, especially about something as serious as this! I've never talked to anyone about any of this before, and I really, really need you to be my friend right now and let me tell you what has happened!" Carol looked down, finally confronting the shame of some of the things she had done. "I haven't even gotten to the worst part, yet!" Carol's eyes were again dead level with Jeannie's, and she didn't flinch or blink as she said this to her old friend. Suddenly, Jeannie realized that everything Carol had told her, every salacious, unbelievable sexual detail of what she had been saying, was actually true. Jeannie began to cry, and Carol grabbed her friend in a big bear hug. "Oh, Jeannie! I'm so sorry! We don't have to do this ... it's just too much to ask of you to help me deal with all this crap I've gotten into!" Jeannie said, "Carol, that's all over! It's in the past. I know you want to get more serious with John, so just forget about all of this, and put it behind you!" "Oh, Jeannie! I haven't told you the worst part! The worst thing, the thing I've been sitting here worrying about, is not everything that has happened. If that was it, you're right, I could just tell myself that I'd made some mistakes, and forget about it if I could. The worst thing by far, is that I LOVED it ... I still love it! Jeannie, I loved it all, and I want more!" Jeannie looked at her friend as if she were a total stranger. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Carol then told her friend about her encounter with Terry London right after Thanksgiving. She spared no detail, because it gave Carol another sick thrill to reveal her sinful, degenerate side and shock her friend. Carol emphasized that she had not only enjoyed what they had done, but had been the one who had moved her encounter from an apology to another demented sex session. She also told Jeannie that she had enjoyed being abused while she was being fucked, and had enjoyed abusing little Sheila. When Carol was done with her tale, Jeannie was sitting there looking at her, silent and steady, saying nothing. The air in the little car had been cold when they had pulled off the road, VW heaters were notoriously lousy, and it had gotten even more cold while they had been sitting there by the side of the highway. Jeannie had a sense of unreality as big stock trucks roared by as if this were just another normal day. Jeannie finally came out of her shocked trance, turned away from her friend, started the car again, and carefully pulled out onto the highway. "Jeannie! Jeannie, don't go silent on me! You hate me, don't you! Please, Jeannie," Carol cried. Jeannie drove silently for a while, not looking at her friend, not really even seeing the road. She was in her head, visualizing everything that Carol had told her. Certain events, she went over again and again. Finally, Jeannie said, "Carol, I don't hate you. You know I could never hate you! I love you, and care about you, and worry about what is happening to you. But what you have told me is hard to believe; it's as if I don't REALLY even know you!" "I know! I know what you mean, Jeannie, I feel as if I'm two people, myself, and I can't really believe all of this, either! And now, I don't know what to do. I want to have a nice, normal life, maybe marry John. I don't want to be like my mother has been, sleeping with a string of obnoxious drunks until I'm old and life has passed me by! But I also can't stop thinking about how wonderful the sex has been! Jeannie, I'm ashamed of how I feel, but there is nothing as good as having the long, hard cock of some guy, and it's even better if it's a stranger, God help me, deep in my cunt, thrusting up into me over and over again, then feeling him squirting his semen up there! And I know I can't quit doing it!" What Jeannie wasn't telling her friend was that she, too was now filled with the images of mad, abandoned sex, and far from being critical of her friend, she was jealous of her experiences, and wondered if she had been far too conservative and timid with her own sexual development. Carol had said that she was transported to another place when she was fucking some stranger, and Jeannie wanted to go to that place, too, but was afraid that she didn't have the courage. "Jeannie, there's more," Carol said, as the little car droned along, the perfectly private confessional for these two girlfriends. "Carol, tell me everything. You need to let it out," Jeannie said. To herself Jeannie added, "and I need to hear more of this, for my own perverted pleasure." So Carol told her what had happened after her confrontation with Terry London in Sheila and Thor's apartment. -------------------------------- When Carol got back to her dorm, she was still on a sexual high, even though her whole groin area, her cunt lips, and her breasts were aching and sore from the abuse they had received. She couldn't stop thinking about the depraved things she had just done. Carol checked her mailbox before going to her room to take a shower and try to recover, and there were two letters from John Kelly. When she got to her room, she flopped down on her bed, and read them. John told her that he loved her, that he knew it was too soon to make that kind of commitment, and that he knew he shouldn't say it in a letter, but that he couldn't wait until Christmas to tell her of his love. Carol's stomach cramped with anxiety and guilt. The letters had been mailed on consecutive days, the first one the very next day after she had returned from Thanksgiving Break. They were sweet and loving, and she swooned over his sentiment and charm. He was cute, funny, caring, and romantic. The letters set up a tension in her mind between her sex-crazed and wanton side and her domestic and romantic side, a tension that had been troubling her ever since she had met John. And perversely, a tension which she knew actually added to her wicked joy when she was having depraved sex with someone else. She had just finished reading the second letter when her roommate, Linda came into the room. She was crying, and threw herself onto her bed. "We're done, Carol!" Linda said. "Scotty and I broke up!" Carol wasn't sure she heard Linda right, she was sobbing so hard. It was hard to believe what she thought she heard; Linda and Scott had been together for years, and seemed like the perfect couple. "Linda, what happened?" Carol said, going over to her roommate's bed and hugging her tightly. Linda sat up, reached for a tissue from her desk next to the bed, and blew her nose, mopped away her tears. She sat quietly for a minute, gathering herself and trying to quit weeping, and Carol stroked her hair with one arm around Linda's shoulder. "I found out that Scotty was seeing someone else last year. When I was still at home, Scott was here, and he was dating Erin MacFarland!" Erin MacFarland was a girl in their sorority; she was a very cute girl, and it was whispered around that she was "easy," a girl that was willing to do things with the boys she dated. No one knew this for sure, or knew what "things" she might have done with any of the boys she dated, but nevertheless, that was her reputation. Carol winced internally, thinking of how much she herself actually deserved that label. "Several people saw them, Carol! And no one ever said anything to me! Everyone has been laughing at me behind my back all year!" Linda said, beginning to cry again. "No, Linda! No one was laughing at you! Are you sure that this even happened? I can't imagine Scott doing anything to hurt you!" "Oh, Carol! After I heard these rumors, I mentioned them to Scotty, sort of joking about it like I knew they couldn't be true. I was waiting for him to laugh, too, but he never did! He just looked at me, kind of sadly, and then he said that the rumors were true. He told me everything, Carol; Scott told me that he and Erin had gone all the way. Lots of times! Carol, this was while he was writing me love letters every day, telling me how much he missed me and how he couldn't wait til we were together again! And that whole time, the bastard was fucking that slut Erin MacFarland!" Carol couldn't believe she had heard her conservative, religious friend use the "f" word – she knew Linda was VERY upset and angry. Linda continued, "He said it was all over, and that he loved only me and wanted to marry me and spend the rest of his life with me, and he said he hoped that I could forgive him, but I was so furious, I just slapped him on the face!" Linda burst into tears again, and Carol cradled her into her arms. Through her sobs, Linda went on, "I was so mad at Scott, I wanted to hurt him, too! I told him 'Good! Because I was seeing Denny Otter last year!" And then I told him that Denny and I had been fucking almost every afternoon in Denny's van!" "Oh, Linda! Scott had to know that you were just lying to get him back!" "Carol, I'm not so sure. When I said that, he grabbed my shoulders and held me at arm's length. He stared into my eyes as if he were trying to see the truth in there, then he just let go of me, took my sorority pendant off of his neck, threw it at me, turned around and walked away!" Linda completely broke down at this point. "Oh, Linda," Carol said, now crying too. "Look, I need to take a shower. Why don't you come with me, and we'll wash this rotten fucking day off of ourselves!" The two girls got out of their clothes, wrapped their big bath towels around themselves, put on shower caps and grabbed their cosmetic bags. They headed out of their room down the hall to the communal bathroom. This was a large room, entirely tiled, with a line of sinks in a counter that ran along one wall across the aisle from a line of toilet stalls. Around the corner, an opening in the wall of sinks led to a second aisle from which a row of shower compartments opened. They went into that area, and each selected a stall and started their showers. There was no one else in the toilet rooms; it was dinner time, and everyone was probably in the dining room. After a few seconds, Carol heard Linda crying pitifully in the next stall. Carol turned off her own shower, and stepped into the next stall and embraced her roommate, trying to console her for her loss. But the dark part of Carol's being reasserted itself, and in spite of Linda's vulnerability, maybe even because of it, Carol began to get aroused at the feel of Linda's supple young body, and the hot water cascading down over the two of them. Carol was several inches taller than Linda, so she tilted Linda's head up, and gave her roommate a tender, chaste kiss on the lips. Linda accepted her kiss as a friendly and soothing gesture, and returned it softly. After a few seconds, Carol pushed her friend's boundary by extending her tongue to lick gently across Linda's lips. She felt Linda stiffen in her arms. "Linda, you know I love you! You're my best friend! Let me make you forget about what happened with Scotty today! I know you've thought about this, like I have. Let me make you happy for a few minutes. No one will know but us!" Carol whispered into Linda's soapy ear. She felt Linda relax a little, and reached up to rinse away the shampoo and soap that Linda had put on her body before Carol joined her. Carol used her hands to squeegee the suds off of Linda's head and shoulders, turning her in the endless hot water to rinse away both the soap and her friend's worries. Carol continued moving her hands gently across Linda's body, caressing every surface softly, not really focusing on the overtly sexual features, but lavishing attention on every inch of Linda's voluptuous form. Soon enough, Linda surrendered every pretense of resisting, and just accepted Carol's sensuous massage. Carol could see her excitement growing, as Linda's nipples grew under her hands, and when Carol's finger slipped between Linda's legs, she found her friend wet not with just water, but with that oily, warm fluid Carol knew so well. Linda had quit crying, and was leaning against Carol with her eyes closed. In a few moments, Linda opened her eyes – Carol noticed that Linda's gaze couldn't resist taking in Carol's own erect nipples, and the redness and bruises she wore there from her earlier abuse by Terry London. Linda started to reciprocate and moved to caress Carol's long, lean athletic body, but Carol stopped her and whispered, "Let's get dried off and go back to our room!" Linda shut off the water, and the two girls stepped out of the shower stall. In their hurry to return to their room, they wrapped their towels around themselves without drying off, and scurried through the chilly hall. In their narrow room, Carol got out an extra wool blanket that she kept for exceptionally cold nights, and spread it on the floor between their beds. Linda watched in confusion. Carol put the pillows from both beds on the blanket, then unwrapped Linda's towel and her own, grabbed their silly flowered shower caps off of their heads, and tugged Linda to lie on the floor as she descended, herself onto the blanket. When they were lying on the blanket, much roomier than either of their narrow beds, Carol pulled the extra width of the blanket over them to keep them warm. She began to caress Linda again, but Linda had been given too much time to think about what they had been doing, and seemed tense and reluctant. Carol reached up into her cosmetic kit, and found her plastic bottle of body lotion. She squeezed a generous portion into her hand, and held it there for a few seconds to warm it. Then Carol slowly began to apply the lotion to Linda's body, starting with the less-threatening areas ... her shoulders, her back, her arms. As she could feel Linda relax, Carol began to explore her more intimate areas: first, her little tummy, then, reaching around behind her from both sides, her buttocks. As Carol spent several minutes sensuously massaging Linda's shapely rear, Linda was beginning to respond and arched her back to push her loins into Carol's and for the first time, Carol could feel her slippery sex gently seated against her own. Carol slid her hands into Linda's ass crack, concentrating gently on lubricating Linda's tight asshole. Then Carol moved her hands to the front, and against all the sanitation advice their mothers had ever given them, rubbed the lotion forward from Linda's butt crack, across the pleated tissue between there and her outer lips, and ever so slightly into the space between them – not enough to stimulate Linda's inner lips, but enough to let her know that that would be coming, soon, that she was not reluctant to touch her there. Carol squirted some more lotion into her hands, warmed it, and slid her hands sensuously along Linda's thighs, down to her knees, and then, sitting up, down her calves to her feet. Carol remembered the intense erotic feelings she had had earlier in the day when Terry had done the same things to her, and knew that she could make Linda feel so much better. She slid her oily hands up along the backs of Linda's legs, and Linda helped her by bending her legs, raising them up away from the blanket below them. Finally, Carol gently urged Linda to spread her legs apart, and Linda did after a second's hesitation. Carol slipped her fingers along Linda's outer lips, then slowly, sawing the edge of her hand up and down, into the space between until she could feel Linda's inner sex, already well lubricated from within. Linda grabbed Carol's hand, stopped her. "I can't!" Linda said. "This isn't right!" Carol smiled at Linda, and leaned forward over her, putting her lips on Linda's, and opened her mouth, sliding her tongue along Linda's lips. Carol didn't withdraw her hand in Linda's crotch, nor move it, she just left it there as she kissed Linda ,until Linda opened her mouth, too, and the two girls swirled their tongues around within each others' mouths. Linda removed her hand from Carol's, and Carol resumed her exploration into Linda's genitals, eventually sliding a finger inside her friend's cunt, then two , then three. Carol stroked the top edge of Linda's opening with her thumb, finding her clitoris swelling there, and then began to move her hand rhythmically within Linda's cunt, stroking her clitoris on every pass. Before The Fall Ch. 05 Linda lost concentration on their kissing, and just lay back to enjoy what Carol was doing to her. Her reservations about having sex with another girl weren't overcome, exactly, they just vanished behind the pure pleasure Carol was giving her. Then suddenly, Carol stopped touching her, just as she was beginning to build to a gentle climax. Linda opened her eyes to see that Carol had gotten to her knees, and moved so that her head was positioned between Linda's knees. Linda clamped her thighs around Carol's head, and said, "Oh, no! You can't do that!" Linda was appalled that anyone would even WANT to do that! Carol just pulled Linda knees apart with the strength of her arms, and leaned in to begin licking at Linda's cunt, not too softly, but as if Carol's tongue were a penis seeking entry. Soon enough, Linda had succumbed again, and just collapsed back on the blanket, enjoying the perverse thing Carol was doing to her, something she had never had done before, even in all the times she and Scott had been intimate. Carol persisted, eventually pushing her tongue deep into Linda's twat, sliding it rhythmically in and out, occasionally licking upward as she knew she would like to be licked, caressing Linda's little clitoris with her warm, liquid tongue. Linda felt a tension building between her thighs, and she knew that a gigantic orgasm was on its way. She marveled at herself, willing now to allow this feeling, that she knew was sinful, perverted, and wrong, allowing it to grow in her, to swell up and fill her whole body, to radiate out and make her tense up and arch her back. Linda realized that she had been massaging her own breasts, pulling her nipples as she did when she guiltily masturbated, and the growing orgasm took hold of her breasts, too, and Linda clamped down hard on her nipples, and came, gushing vaginal fluid out onto Carol's busy tongue. Jeannie listened in disbelief to Carol's recounting of her lesbian encounter with her roommate. Carol went on to say that Linda, reluctantly at first, then with growing enthusiasm, had reciprocated, covering Carol's tired and bruised body with lotion and eventually probing her cunt to a satisfying orgasm. The two girls had experimented with lacing their legs together like two bobby pins to bring their genitals into contact and had reached even more powerful orgasms by mutually masturbating each other that way. Eventually, the girls had climbed together into Carol's bed, and drifted off in one another's arms, all cares forgotten for a few hours. "My God, Carol! Linda? I can't believe she would ever do anything like that!" Jeannie said. Carol picked up that Jeannie could easily imagine that Carol could do this, but not their straight-laced Christian friend. "Well, she did. And we continued doing more or less the same thing for several days, until Linda went home early for Christmas Break. I had urged to talk to her parents about what had happened with Scott ... not tell them EVERYTHING, of course, but to see if her parents could help her reconcile her separation from Scott. "And that brings us to today?" Jeannie guessed. "Not quite," Carol said, quietly. The day Carol saw her roommate off on her trip home, when she returned to her room in the sorority, she found Scott waiting on one of the sofas in the big living room. "Scott! What are you doing here?" Carol asked. "I've got to see Linda," Scott said. "We've made a big mistake! I need to tell her how sorry I am, and try to get back together with her!" "Your timing is terrible, Scott! Linda just left for home! She's been miserable, and you haven't even called her!" "She didn't call me either!" Scott said. "I can't believe I've screwed things up so badly!" "You know, Scott, that Linda never slept with Denny Otter, don't you?" Carol asked. "Yeah, I guess I knew that right away when she told me. But it made me so mad, just the same. I wasn't sure. I called some of my friends in her class, and they said 'no way!' Linda had been with Denny. I feel like a fool!" The evil shadow inside Carol made her see an opportunity here for another sinful and perverted adventure. "Scott, I'm going back to our room. Why don't you wait here for a few minutes, and when you see an opportunity, slip down the hall and meet me there. We'll have more privacy and we can talk this out!" She didn't know if Scott was so blind as to not see what she had in mind or if he just saw an opportunity himself, but after about fifteen minutes, Scott knocked quietly on her door. In only a few minutes more, the two of them were naked on Linda's bed, and Scott had his fingers in Carol's cunt, his other hand squeezing her left breast. Carol was stroking Scott's penis, appreciating what Linda had been enjoying for years. They didn't pretend that they were in love, or that what they were doing was somehow an accident or innocent. As he knelt between her legs and guided his erect cock into Carol's aching pussy, he said, with an evil grin on his face, "Oh Christ, Carol, I've wanted to do this for so long! I love Linda and I always will, but ever since I first saw you, I've wanted to fuck you hard and long. You're beautiful, and I love your smooth pussy!" With that, he plunged his cock into her. It didn't penetrate to his full length at first, and he delighted in pulling out a little, then pushing again until he was solidly buried in Carol's cunt. "Fuck me, you two-timing son-of-a-bitch!" Carol whispered in his ear, as she writhed the length of her body against Scott's, sensing every inch. Carol relished the idea that she had outdone herself, doing something even more outrageous and self-destructive than she had before. She surrendered herself entirely to her delight in being impaled on her roommate's boyfriend's cock as he tensed up and spewed spurt after spurt into her vagina. She climaxed, also. Her diaphragm, of course, sat in the drawer next to her own bed. For the next week, until she had set out for home with Jeannie, Carol and Scoot had met every day and enjoyed unrestrained sex ... usually at his apartment, instead of in her dorm. She had sucked him, and she taught him to suck her and to like it. They were like newly-weds on their honeymoon ... they couldn't get enough of each other. Carol was driving now, and it was Jeannie who was sitting looking out at the bleak landscape as they sped along, her head in her hand. "Carol, you know you've got a problem, don't you!" Carol looked away from her driving to say, "I know. But I'm not sure I want to fix it." ... to be continued in Before the Fall, Part 6