She decided what to do next

Carol could feel hands all over her body, controlling her and holding her down. She couldn’t see what was happening to her or who was there in the room with her. When she tried to say something she found that she couldn’t make a sound. She was confused. She was writhing and struggling, but powerless to resist what was happening to her. She felt her heart racing and the perspiration on her skin. Had the men from last night found her and come back for seconds?

She felt her legs being spread apart and held wide open. Her arms were pinned out wide on either side of her. She was helpless waiting for what would come next the anticipation almost to much to bear.

Slowly she began to become aware of sounds from outside the room. Birdsong and the sound of sprinklers. She was able to open her eyes a little and now she could tell she was alone. Waking she held on to the dream for a moment or two longer, savouring it now that she could control it, knowing that it was only a dream.

Fuck, she thought. What have I become? She reached down to feel how wet she was. Fuck, that’s two dirty dreams in two nights. She felt she was losing control of her mind and body.

Her fingers were slippery with her juices and she enjoyed the feeling, running them along the length of her pussy. She could feel her lips were swollen and hypersensitive, almost too sensitive. It wouldn’t take much, she thought.

How was it down there? she wondered. She didn’t known what to expect. She knew in theory that the vagina was able to adapt to a range of shapes and sizes and would bounce back like nothing had happened, but she had been pretty roughly used. That said, it all seemed fine for now. __

No damage done. Everyday is a school day, she thought to herself.

Then she remembered. That wasn’t the only way she had been used. She reddened a little at the thought. All five of them had fucked her in the ass.

She reached down gingerly. She was glad her finger was still wet with her juices as she felt a little tender to the touch. Not sore, but she was going to need to be careful for the next few days.

Lying in the bed she checked the time. It’s 09:45 so breakfast won’t arrive for another 45 minutes, she thought. She had time to mull over yesterday’s events. The first encounter with Carlos while shocking at the time now seemed totally tame. She wondered about how easily she had agreed to his direction to suck his cock. What had she been thinking?

The second encounter was more difficult to recollect. There were so many hands and bodies involved. Cocks of different shapes and sizes in every orifice, sometimes more than one at a time. It was impossible for her to know how many times they had cum on her and where, though the residue she could still feel on her skin told her that they had all taken their turn and some of them more than once.

At the time it was overwhelming, but she could feel how just replaying the events in her mind was making her get wetter and wetter. Carol reached down and began to stroke her pussy, thumbing her clit as she did and feeling her heart start to beat faster again.