Kathy’s Car Orgy

My name is Kathy Clausen; I’m 33 years old as I write
this. Life is a strange experience, at least mine has
been. This story is basically about my life, or at
least part of it. The incident that I am about to re-
count happened during the summer of my 22nd year, and
I admit that I brought it on myself.

This story could be of a cautionary nature, if I
weren’t still living the same life style today. So I
guess there’s nothing to learn from it, so just sit
back and read my story. At the very least it might be
entertaining to some.

I was married when I was not quite 16, my mother was my
only parent, my dad having been killed in a traffic
accident when I was seven.

My mother signed for me to get married because she was
working twelve hours a day, and I think she just
couldn’t keep up with a teenage daughter, and felt like
life was passing her by.

My new husband John, was considerably older than I, a
worldly 25. I started having sex with him when he fed
me Everclear spiked Kool-aide until I almost passed
out.

Being young and inexperienced by anyone’s standards, I
was convinced that I was in love, and would do anything
for him.

He started me on loving sex, making me feel secure and
wonderful, then our sex progressed to occasional three-
somes, then finally to gangbangs.

After 4 years of this I was fed up. He never had a job,
we never had any money or anything else other than a
very kinky sex life.

John and I were divorced when I was nineteen. I had
(thankfully) completed high school and applied to
nursing school, where I graduated when at the ripe old
age of twenty-two.

I took a job working on a med-surg floor and met an
older guy there was a patient. He sent me flowers and
after the abuse I’d experienced with John I loved it.

We started dating — and six months later we were mar-
ried in Las Vegas.

Gary is 54, owned his own wholesale auto brokerage com-
pany, and lived in a beautiful house. While we couldn’t
be considered millionaires, the business was strong and
financially sound.

For the first time in my life, money wasn’t a concern.

I currently drive a Caddy, a 97 STS, and love it. My
home is bigger than anything I could have imagined …
not a castle, but huge, with five bedrooms, three
baths, large study, family room, etc.

After being married for three years I was becoming
bored. Gary would go out of town every week to car
auctions in bordering states, (we live in Oklahoma.)
and I’d be left to myself for days at a time.

One night I was in the mood for a drink so I got
dressed up and went to a bar not far from where we
lived.

For some reason I’ll never understand I drank way too
much. I danced like a crazy woman with too many men
all night and ended up having sex with a guy I didn’t
even know in the back seat of my car.

The next day I woke up with a splitting hangover, but
I remembered every detail, and I also remembered what
a sexual charge it had been. I was hooked on the
excitement of living dangerously, it had to have been
those experiences from my younger days. I couldn’t
justify it, all I could do was accept it.

I started going out one night a week, usually on
Thursday, when John was out of town. Sometimes I had
sex with guys, sometimes I didn’t. I loved the
attention, the excitement, and the dancing. I loved
the guys fondling me, especially in front of there
friends, and really enjoyed teasing the them. I knew
that this was destructive behavior, but I couldn’t
help myself, I just went right on doing it.

Over a period of time I became “hooked” on aggressive
guys. If the guy I was dancing with was a proper
gentleman or not very aggressive I soon drifted away
from him. After they saw what the someone who was
aggressive could get away with, they soon either
became aggressive or left me alone.

This led to some sexual experiences that, if I had
tried to resist, I don’t believe the men would have
stopped. These incidents greatly excited me and I
actively sought out these types of encounters.

+ + +

During a long summer day I had spent more time out
visiting patients in my home health job than I had
anticipated and it was near 7 p.m. when I finally
finished for the day.

I decided to stop for a cool drink in a bar I had
spotted on the way to the last patients home.

Walking in I ordering myself a Tom Collins I made
myself comfortable at the bar. After an hour or so,
a half way decent country and western band started up
and I accepted a dance, from a man at the bar.

This place was your basic blue-collar bar in a some-
what rough neighborhood. Most of the men and few women
were dressed in blue jeans and western shirts.

I was dressed in a slightly above the knee black skirt,
white button up blouse, hose and heels.

Several men, they looked like construction workers,
came into the bar and it was obvious that they were
friends of the man I was dancing with. They moved to a
table at the edge of the dance floor. My dance partner
excused himself and went over to talk to them.

After few minutes, Ron, (my dance partner’s name) came
back and asked me for another dance. I agreed and we
boogied for a while until the music took a break.

After the dance, he invited me over to their table.
And after the introductions we settled into some con-
versation and continued drinking.

I danced with all of the guys and in the process ended
up very drunk. I realize now looking back on it, that
I stayed because I was too drunk to leave, but even
back then I knew that I should have.

The guys started getting pretty handsy, not that I was
really complaining, but I was spending more time
fending them off than having conversation.

As I sat at the table I pushed Ron’s hand away from my
breast. Then I had to take one of his friend’s hands
off my thigh, and so it went.

I noticed over the next hour or so that lots of the men
in the bar were checking me out. That wasn’t too un-
usual, guys in bars just do that. This seemed to be
something more though.

Finally I had to get up to go to the bathroom.

Upon entering the bathroom I glanced at myself in the
mirror and hardly recognized myself: my blouse was
almost untucked and the buttons were half undone —
almost to my naval exposing my satin bra.

No wonder everyone was staring at me, I thought.

Trying to get myself together I straightened my cloth-
ing then returned to the table and thanked them for
the drinks and dancing, but it was time for me to go
home. (I was more than a little embarrassed by what had
happened.)

They all seemed disappointed, but Ron jumped up,
telling me that he would walk me too my car.

I thought that was rather gallant of him and accepted
his company, happily.

At my car Ron wished me a nice evening and then leaned
into me and we kissed. As I stood there pushed up
against my car, Ron began to fondle my breast. I
laughed and pushed his hand away.

I unlocked the car door and Ron went to the passenger’s
side. For some reason I unlocked the door for him. He
jumped in beside me and again moved to kiss me. I
allowed him to touch my knee and felt him slide his
hand up my thigh.

then his hand moved to my blouse and fondled my breast
again. I admit, dancing with all those men, the
drinks, and the kissing had got me excited.

Against my better judgement I allowed his hand into my
blouse.

We continued kissing for several minutes while he mas-
saged my breast, then he succeeded in unbuttoning my
blouse and unhooking my bra. Almost like magic his
hands where on my breasts, the coolness of the evening
air on my nipples hardened them instantly. I moaned in
pleasure.

Then suddenly I realized what I was doing! Breaking the
kiss I pulled away and told him I had to get home.

I jumped as one of the men from the bar looked in the
window. I tried to cover my breasts and was surprised
when Ron grabbed my hands and held them down.

I heard the backdoor of my car open and felt the car
move as several people climbed in.

“Kathy said she has to go home guys. She enjoyed
teasing us and having us buy her drinks. But now she
wants to run out, don’t you Kathy?

I just replied, “I just need to go home fucker, now get
out!”

“You’re not going anywhere honey, not until you give
us some of that pussy. We’re gonna have ourselve’s a
little car party tonight!”

I jerked my hand free and slapped him across the face.

He immediately reddened in anger.

One of the men in the back seat slurred, “Ron is get-
ting beat up by a woman now that’s funny.” Several men
laughed.

Ron immediately said, “Nobody hits me, not ever a
woman.” He slapped me hard across the face repeatedly.
I could taste blood in my mouth and my vision became
blurred. I felt like I could see tiny stars just beyond
my vision. I tried to cry out but he just kept slapping
me.

Finally I brought my arms up to protect myself, but
they were grabbed by the big man in the back seat.
Ron slapped me several more times before he got his
anger under control. I was dazed.

My heart began beating in my throat as I felt him tug-
ging and tearing my blouse and felt cool nights air on
my shoulders as he ripped it off me.

“Damn bitch, you do have some nice tits!” He said in a
thick voice.

I struggled to focus on what was happening — but I
still was dazed. I felt Ron’s hands roughly fondle
then squeeze my breasts. The big man behind me pulled
my hands back hard over my head, pain shot through my
shoulders.

“Come on Kathy, lets have some fun.” Ron said as he
started pinching my nipples hard. Now pain was shooting
through my breasts to compete with the pain in my
shoulders. I felt tears welling up in my eyes as my
makeup started running down my cheeks.

Ron fumbled with the switch to the car seat and I felt
the back recline. The big man continued to hold my arms
stretched out.

I felt a third man pulling at my bra.

I felt Ron tearing at my skirt and then at my panty
hose.

I was in shock — I couldn’t believe this was happen-
ing. The cool air on my legs as he ripped my panty
hose off brought me back to reality and I started
struggling harder. I succeeded in getting a hand free
tried to scratch Ron’s face. But he grabbed my free
hand and just said, “Hold her fucking hands Bill!” The
big man grabbed my hands and buried them in his big
vice like hands.

“Damn I am trying Ron, this bitch is a fighter.” he
mumbled.

As I kept squirming Ron yelled, “Hang on, I can cure
that real quick!”

Ron forced my legs apart and undid his blue jeans. He
pulled me down in the seat and roughly grabbed and
fingered me.

“Damn honey, You’re not all that wet, this is going to
hurt!”

I again tried to break free but this time Bill was
ready and twisted my hands above my head painfully.
I felt Ron’s dick press against my opening, then slip
a couple inches into me. I renewed my struggles like
a woman possessed.

“Turn loose of her Bill, let me have her.” Ron grunted.

I felt Bill release my hands and I immediately began
trying to push Ron off me.

“That’s it baby, fight that dick,” with that statement
he pushed a couple more inches into me.

I pushed and fought as hard as I could but Ron was too
strong for me. After a couple minutes I was exhausted.

Ron just smiled down at me and said, “Feel better now
baby? That cunt felt good wiggling on my dick like
that.” With that statement he pushed into me all the
way, then started savagely pulling his cock out of me
and slamming it back in.

I was exhausted and lay passively under him. For the
first time in my life I wondered if I was going to live
through this. I felt this total stranger humping into
me and for some strange reason it gave me sexual
pleasure to know he was fucking me against my will. The
fear of dying added strange pinnacles to the excitement
that I was feeling.

I lay underneath the man as he used my body, and it
pleasured me. He was becoming a wild man, thrusting
violently until I felt his body stiffen and felt the
wetness of his climax inside me.

He held himself tightly inside me for a long time then
groaned and rolled off me, and Bill grabbed my hand’s
holding me in a prone position on the seat.

I could see Ron pulling up his pants and buttoning
them.

“Okay, who is fucking the bitch next?” Ron asked, and
I tried to weakly struggle with them again, but I knew
it was no good.

“Come on baby, save some of that fight we’re fucking
you.” I felt like a captured animal, and just lay
still, breathing like I’d just run the hundred yard
dash in three seconds.

“That’s better Baby, you’re learning.” Ron said with a
chuckle.

I heard the rear door open and the driver’s door open.

I looked up shocked to she Jared, he was the handsome
one in the group, I thought he’d stayed in the bar.
Were they all out her? All eight of them? My god! What
had I gotten myself into?

He struggled into the car and quickly unbuttoned his
pants. “Come on Kathy, you going to give me some of
that pussy?” he said as he manhandled me into position.

Jared forced my legs apart and mounted me. I felt his
dick slid into me with almost no resistance. He began
slowing began sliding in and out of me saying things
like; “Nice cunt Bitch, tight and wet! God you feel
good baby.” Then began biting my exposed breasts and
neck.

The tiny amount of pain his bites caused made me move
around a bit but with him on top of me and Bill still
holding my hands above my head there was nothing much
I could do.

As this new man fucked me, I began to wonder if any of
them had a disease, I couldn’t do anything about it,
but I was worried. I knew that I had been living a
dangerous sex life, but before it had always been my
choice, even back when I was sixteen I could have said
no.

But now I had no choice. The situation suddenly made
me excited. Or maybe Jared knew what he was doing,
because he seemed to be hitting all the right spots. I
was beginning to feel that wonderful pleasure again. It
felt good and I almost forgot what was really happen-
ing. (Put it down to being so drunk.)

My body began to respond to Jared’s thrusts, I wrapped
my legs around his heaving body and began to thrust
back at him.

I could hear Ron in the background, “Yeah baby, look
at her go!”

Then it was over and Jared was coming in me, body
tensely held against my our hearts racing, sweat
springing from every pour. I could feel his cock
pulsing inside of me as he released his seed into me.

Finally Jared rolled off me with a satisfied sigh.

Another man quickly took his place. I had resigned
myself to being raped by all the men in the bar and
was laying passively in the seat. And if the truth
were known I didn’t mind anymore.

I felt the next guy fumble around and then slid his
cock into me. He began sawing it in and out of me as
I lay passively below him at first.

“Here Kevin, let he liven her up a little for you.”
Ron said, as he stuck his hand between our bodies and
shoved a finger over my clitoris. The combination of
Kevin’s body thrusting and Ron’s finger brought me to
the top almost immediately.

I felt a searing hot spasms running through my body as
I came again and again. I yelled and jerked uncontrol-
lable. Kevin looked a little unsure, like he was
riding a wild tiger.

“Like that Kathy? Come on, let’s do it again.” Ron
stuck his hand between us again and kept up the extra
massage.

“How is that Kevin, she moving okay?” he asked.

“Hell yes, that’s great man, don’t stop!.”

I felt another incredible orgasm beginning deep inside
my pussy and dug my fingernails into Kevin’s back
tearing his skin as I came again screaming wildly
thrusting back at him.

As Kevin came I hugged him tightly. He was shivering
from his intense come and I could feel his heart pound-
ing in his chest. After a time, he pushed himself up
and pulled out of me.

Kevin was immediately replace by big Bill. I couldn’t
help saying, “It’s about time! I’m surprised you could
wait that long.”

Bill didn’t say anything, he was busy climbing over the
car seat back, and fumbling with his fly.

I have to admit that I was surprised when he finally
pulled his dick out into the open. It was thicker than
any man’s I’d ever seen. It looked like and amputated
arm it was so thick.

I didn’t have time to wonder for long, because Bill
dropped down on me forcing the breath from my lungs. I
felt his hand down between my legs and a stretching
sensation as he pushed his thick pole into my sloppy
opening.

To this day, I don’t think he could have fit that mon-
ster into me if I hadn’t been lubricated by 4 men’s
come prior to the attempt.

I still remember his humping grunts as he boinked me
like I’d never been boinked before. I felt so full, it
actually brought me back up the scale to another class
1 orgasm, while all the men shouted and laughed. I
didn’t mind anymore, some one had gone back to the bar
and bought a quart of Jack Daniel’s, and that bottle
was passed around until there wasn’t a drop left.

I had my share too, as I let one man after another use
my body for their animal lust.

I have no idea how many men I had that night. It could
have been just the eight men I had drinks with in the
Bar. But in the morning when I woke up, my cunt was
sore enough to have been responsible for half the male
orgasms in town the night before.

That was the first car party I experienced. But it
certainly wasn’t the last. I started to do car parties
every week, I was hooked on the sex and excitement of
random sex with strange men.

My husband found out and divorced me, but I didn’t
really care. I got a good divorce settlement and don’t
have to work. I kept up the partying until I finally
figured out that if I kept it up I’d die.

So now at 33, I’m married again, (to a church pastor)
and am pregnant with out first child. I miss my car
parties, but a girl has to settle down some time.

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