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Bedroom Window 4 (MMF, exh, nc, rp, wife)
by Wifeseducer (wife_seducer@hotmail.com)
***
While visiting her parents Jennifer experiments with
stripping in supposed anonymity. An old acquaintance
takes complete advantage of her. She also finds that
flirting with a fraternity boy can lead to a party for
all the boys.
***
Lou Davis sat silently behind his desk. Through his door
he watched young Jennifer Bracken walk into the office,
gingerly set her purse down on her desk and give a
smiling hello to one of her co-workers. Lou's eyes moved
from her face down to her body. It was only last Friday
when he had peeled the panties off of the very drunken
beauty. He could still taste the sweetness of her pussy
and its tightness as his large black cock had slipped
inside.
He was actually surprised that she came to work. He
figured by this time she would have quit out of
embarrassment or had the cops arrest him. What he really
hoped for was that she didn't remember a thing. He knew
he had stupidly gone too far and put everything at risk
for a little white pussy. He could only hope.
That hope, along with his raging hard-on seemed dashed a
moment later when Jennifer stepped into his office, shut
the door, looked him in the eye and said sternly "I need
to talk to you, now."
Jennifer knew she had him. The look on his face told her
he was already preparing mental excuses for what
happened. She knew he wouldn't need them though.
She walked up to his desk. "I need you to promise me
that you'll never let me drink that much again. I was up
most of the night getting sick and only this morning do
I feel even remotely like myself again." She smiled at
him genuinely. "and if you ever buy me another shot I'll
kick your ass."
Lou seemed to be in shock. He was barely able to respond
when she thanked him for getting her home safe and made
him promise to stop her from drinking next time. Lou
sighed silent relief as she headed out of his office. As
she walked back to her desk his eyes instinctively
focused on her ass and wondered if any of his huge load
was still inside her sweet little body. His hard-on
returned as well as a big smile.
Jennifer sat at her desk trembling from excitement. She
knew Lou thought he was busted and now he was realizing
he had fucked her without her ever knowing. Perhaps even
now he was planning on how to get her again. She loved
that thought.
Her thoughts were soon interrupted by a disturbing phone
call. Her mother. Dad was back in the hospital again and
she would have to go out to Minnesota and help out. She
called Mark at work and gave him the news. He said he
would make flight arrangements for her. Lou was more
than kind in giving her extended leave time on condition
that he would get to take her out to lunch upon her
return.
Mark. He had come home un-expectantly on Saturday even
before she went to pick up Pop. So much for Pop's lucky
night, for now anyway. She was surprised how
disappointed she was on his early return and even more
disappointed when Mark fucked her that night. It was so
plain, so regular, so taken for granted. It was only
when she recalled the image in the glass of Lou pumping
away at her did she orgasm.
Minneapolis, a town where she grew up and knew well. She
hadn't lived there since at 18 she and Mark moved away
together. It always felt weird to be back.
She arrived late and when her mom picked her up at the
airport they drove straight to the care center. They
drove through some of the seedier parts of town and
Jennifer stared out the window at the blinking lights of
Minneapolis nightlife, mostly bars and strip joints. One
extra glitzy strip joint's marquee had 'Amateur Week'
blinking boldly. She wondered what it would be like to
show complete strangers her body. A sexual shiver rushed
through her body. She knew she would have to find out.
After spending several hours at the hospital, Jennifer
and her mother drove home. Jennifer would have fallen
straight to sleep if not for the wetness between her
legs. Her fingers worked her clit as she imagined
strange men slipping dollar bills into her g-string as
they gawked at her creamy white tits with dirty, dirty
thoughts on their minds. Her body shook as she came and
she bit her lip to avoid moaning out loud.
The next morning they headed back to see her dad. He had
collapsed a few days ago and bruised his hips but would
be able to go home in a week or two. In last nights
drive Jennifer hadn't noticed that the care center was
on the outskirts of the University of Minnesota campus.
Her Mom spoke up, "I'll show you where the bus let's off
so you can stop by tonight. It will be a great relief to
get back to work while you sit with dad." Her work
consisted of bringing meals to the elderly and visiting
the lonely until early evening and was glad to help.
After their visit they stopped by the mall for lunch.
Since her mom just wanted to look at the latest purses
they split up for a few. Shortly thereafter Jennifer
found herself inside Frederick's Lingerie. Thinking of
the strip club she picked out a few outfits for fun,
even trying one on, a black g-string with a semi see
through top and a long black silk robe. She imagined the
eyes watching. A few minutes later she walked out of the
store with her new outfit along with a few pairs of sexy
panties.
A few hours later Jennifer was standing naked in front
of the mirror. She had just shaved her pussy bare except
for a tiny triangle of soft blonde hair just above her
slit. Again she wondered if men would really like her
body. She felt her boobs and knew men liked them bigger
but at a B-cup they were still nice and firm. She wasn't
sure she had the courage to go up and dance in front of
strangers, but would find out when and if the time came.
Derrick Wilson spotted her getting off the bus. He had
just sat down on the grass after throwing the football
with his frat mates. He watched the pre-occupied beauty
walk slowly up the street looking around as though she
was lost. A few seconds later he was walking next to
her.
"You look a bit lost," he said in an engaging tone.
Jennifer looked up at the handsome young man and smiled.
Even though she knew where the care center was, she
liked his attention and let him direct her to the front
door.
"Dude, what are you doing?" blurted his friend to him a
few minutes after Jennifer had disappeared inside the
building.
"Gonna bag me a soccer mom my man." He high-fived his
buddy.
"But ain't she married?"
"Married with two kiddies at home.five hundred miles
from here. She's all alone and in need to be Derricked".
"oh yeah?"
"Twenty bucks says I have her panties pinned up on the
board within a week." He gloated.
"I'd like to see you win that bet."
It was dark when Jennifer emerged from the care center.
She gave Mark a quick call on her cell phone and gave
him an update and that she was heading straight home to
bed. She hung up and stared down the street to where the
bus stop was. After a moment and a sigh she headed
towards the stop. She clutched her large handbag that
still contained her new outfit.
As she approached the stop a taxi came into view.
Without thinking her hand went up and the cab pulled
over. A moment later she was headed to the other side of
town. For a minute she thought about Derrick. She wasn't
sure why she lied about having kids to him but when he
asked if she was a soccer mommy she couldn't resist.
Slightly embarrassed Jennifer had the cabby drop her off
a block away from the strip club. She entered the club
trembling.
"12 dollar cover includes one drink," a young man
blurted as he had said so many times before. Jennifer
started to open her purse. The man reconsidered. "Or are
you here to dance?" Jen nodded her head. The man looked
her up and down quickly and then smiled. "Cool, you go
this way." He hopped up and opened a different door.
"Just go down this hall and through that door, they'll
get you set up."
She slowly walked down the hall and entered a large
room. Several young girls were sitting around smoking. A
large woman came over to Jennifer with a clipboard. "Hi,
I'm Roberta. You here for amateur night?" Jen nodded
again.
"First name?"
"Jennifer"
"Stage Name?"
Jennifer thought for a moment. The best she could come
up with was Lacey.
"Topless only, House gets fifty percent. You'll be on in
twenty minutes along with Destiny over there."
Destiny gave her a smile and showed her to a seat next
to her. She quickly pegged Jennifer as a newbie and Jen
gave her the quick low-down on needing money in a hurry
which Destiny immediately sympathized with her and
introduced her to the other girls. Jennifer let her put
her hair in pigtails and they all agreed it made her
look much younger. After a bit of lipstick and tons of
eyeliner Jennifer was ready as she ever could be.
Walter Jennings had already been in the club for a few
hours nursing drinks and watching the regular titties
dance by. He had thought about leaving until the
announcer introduced the first amateur lady of the
night. He watched Jennifer stumble out and his first
thought was how stupid a name was Lacey for a girl
wearing satin. He laughed to himself.
Jennifer was grateful that two other girls were dancing
at the same time as having all eyes on her would have
been too much. As it was, it took nearly ten minutes for
her to lose her robe. A table full of businessmen
finally persuaded her to step off the stage on to their
table to dance. With only minutes left in her set and
then men chanting, "We want tits! We want tits!" did she
finally unclasp her bra. Closing her eyes, she let it
fall to the table amidst their cheers.
Walter watched the happenings with interest and a smile.
The new girl had a nice body and a cute pert set of
tits. He would need to get a closer look at them the
next time she came out. But by the frightened look in
her eye he wondered if she would be back.
Jennifer wondered as well. Back in the dressing room she
sat with a frightened puppy look in her eyes. She wasn't
turned on at all. Perhaps this wasn't what she thought
it would be. Destiny sat down and handed her a rum and
coke. They talked for a bit and Jennifer relaxed as the
alcohol hit her system. Twenty minutes and a second
drink gave her enough courage to give it another try.
Back on stage again, Jennifer was more prepared. She
made her way from table to table enjoying the way the
men looked at her and they way they eagerly slipped
dollar bills into her g-string. At least two older men
told her that they were in love with her. Another made
her blush with his wish of gripping her ponytails like a
motorcycle handlebar while she wrapped her lips around
his cock.
Walter watched with anticipation. The young blonde was
making her way to his table and she was looking better
with every step she got closer. She also began to look
more and more familiar. By the time she was on his table
he swore he knew her, her eyes, her smile. He watched
her short dance, marveling at her cute body and puffy
nipples.
After another moment the song ended and she took his
dollars, thanked him and got off the table. Her voice
rung a note in his head. Walter was pretty damn sure he
knew who she was. And if this was the case it was an
age-old dream come true.
A few minutes later handed Roberta a bill and asked if
Lacey's name wouldn't happen to be Jennifer.
"Oh yeah, Nice girl, dire straits, needs the money bad."
When Jennifer got back to the dressing room she was much
happier this time. She had done what she had wanted to
do although the thrill wasn't at all what she had hoped.
She figured to grab a cab and head out.
Destiny came over to her and congratulated her on a
great second run but added a warning.
"Stay away from the big bald guy he was eying you up and
down. He's nothing but a big perv and'll stick his
finger right up your snatch if you gave him half a
second."
Jennifer recalled him. "He seemed nice enough to me."
"Oh, old Walter will screw with your mind if you let
him. Hell he was just recently fired for making a pass
at one of his students, the old fuck."
"Students?"
"Yeah, used to be a guidance counselor over at central
for years. Bet he perved on all the girls."
"Huh." Jen blurted in thought.
"Just stay away from him, k Jen? I gotta run and pick up
my kid from his dads. Hope to see again soon. Luck." She
gave Jennifer a kiss on the cheek.
Jennifer watched her leave and sat down again. Now this
was something different altogether. Mr. Walter Jennings.
Yeah, she remembered him well although back then he had
a full head of hair and a beard. It was no wonder she
didn't recognize him with clean-shaven, bald headed
look. Not to mention the 60 plus pounds he had put on.
And yeah, he was a pervert.
She could easily remember the few times in his office
where his look would always drift downward to her chest.
It had always made her feel uncomfortable but also
always made her nipples get hard. Just like they were
getting right now. Maybe she wouldn't leave just yet.
As she made her way back to the stage she handed Roberta
half the tips. Roberta grabbed her arm lightly.
"Hey, baldy seems to remember you. Give him a good
show."
When Jennifer came out for her third dance she was much
more relaxed and at ease due to the alcohol and more
than a little excited knowing her old guidance counselor
would be ogling her, know exactly whose tits he was
looking at. She knew he would want more of a show and
she was going to give it to him.
It was only a matter of minutes before she was down to
her tiny leopard panties. Pretending not to notice
Walter and the $5 laying on his table Jennifer made her
way off the stage and around to the surrounding tables.
Walter watched and waited. He hoped she wouldn't
recognize him as it would surely freak her out and scare
her away.
Jennifer had to make her way to the stage often as her
panties were quickly loaded with bills as this time she
was a bit more accommodating. She played with them even
allowing a man in a suit that dropped a ten for her to
place his face between her tits as she squeezed them
together.
Even the fingers that slide one-dollar bills into her
panties felt good but what excited her was that he was
watching, watching this innocent ex-cheerleader get
dirty.
It was only minutes before her set was over that she
stepped her tiny foot onto his table.
"It's about time!" Walter laughingly chided her. About
time he got a close up view of her tits and ass he had
so long coveted.
Once on the table, Jennifer got on her knees and began
to caress her breasts while her hips gyrated slowly to
the music. Up close she could see indeed it was Mr.
Jennings. He may have looked totally different but those
glasses and voice gave him away. He looked into her eyes
and then exactly as he had done fourteen years ago let
his eyes drop to her chest. Except this time there was
no tube top, just her bare breasts for him to enjoy.
Her hands slid down her legs and picked the five up off
the table. Pulling the waistband of her panties out a
few inches she tucked in the $5 and let it snap back.
All the while Walter's eyes stared intently at her tits.
Jennifer rolled over and stuck her butt up in the air.
When she looked back she slightly shocked that he had
his face less than an inch from her ass. She felt him
put his hands on her ankles, sending an electric quiver
throughout her entire body. She quickly rolled over.
"I don't think you're allowed to do that." Jennifer
blurted, sounding almost scared.
"Sorry, it was an, umm, accident" He smiled and threw
down another five. "Keep going" He had regained his
composure now.
Jennifer gladly started again, this time allowing him to
put the five in her waistband. His fingers on her inner
thigh again sent waves of pleasure through her body. She
squeezed her tits right in front of his face.
Walter leaned in and whispered, "20 bucks, let's see the
kootch." He slipped the twenty between her squeezed
tits.
If it were anyone else in the bar, she would have left
the table. Jennifer looked around. It was dark, loud and
the two new dancers had most others attention.
Walter wasn't sure what she would do and was slightly
surprised when she kept the twenty and laid back on the
table. She put her feet on the table with her knees in
the air and spread. Then he watched as the once young
Jennifer Walsh, voted sweetheart of the year, slide her
finger between her crotch and her panties and slowly
pull them to the side exposing herself to him. A perfect
slit, with lips seemingly swollen and a small tuft of
blonde hair. He could barely think of half the ways he
wanted to lick/suck/fuck her before she was off the
table, leaving him with only a devilish smile.
Walter quickly made his way to the ATM machine.
Backstage Jennifer was all a quiver. She didn't even
care about all the money she had. She took a deep breath
and fought off the urge to massage her swollen clit. It
was time to go now, head back home to bed where she
would rub herself into oblivion. She knew she had made
Walters' night, perhaps his week, month or year.
A few minutes later Roberta came over to her. Jennifer
held up half the money for her.
"Not yet blondie. Gentleman wants a table dance with
you."
"Which man?" As if she didn't know.
"Large bald guy, curtain number three. You want it or
not?"
Jennifer thought for a moment. She had already showed
him everything. He wanted to see it again. This could be
quite fun teasing him.
"Umm, yeah, sure, I guess"
Jennifer got back up and dressed in her original black
satin outfit. She smiled at the thought of poor Walter
drooling to see her body again.
Walter knew the rules. No touching. He didn't care. He
knew she needed money and had already broken one rule by
showing him her cunt for 20 bucks. What would she do for
fifty, a hundred, two? He waited quietly on the soft
velvet couch. He recalled the day in his office as he
and the then 18 year-old Jennifer discuss career
choices. He would never forget the white tube top she
wore that day and how it hugged those cute little tits
of hers.
He could make out the shape of her nipples through the
material. Oh how he wanted to jump to her chair and just
pull down the top and suck on them. He had fucked
Jennifer a hundred different ways in his fantasies that
year. His thought was interrupted by the curtain being
pulled back and a timid looking Jennifer walking in.
Jennifer looked around the small enclosed space.
"Hello." she blurted nervously.
"Relax, I'm just trying to help you out, I know you need
the money."
Jennifer looked at him sharply.
Walter grinned, "One of the girls mentioned it. I can
tell you've never done anything like this before."
Jennifer looked down in false embarrassment. "Last
resorts suck."
It was exactly what Walter wanted to hear. "Well, we'll
see what we can do." he encouraged. "Just have some fun
and dance for me for a few, I'll help you along." He
knew she must be in some deep shit to have to resort to
nude dancing, but he really didn't care a lick about her
problems, he just wanted to get his hands on her tits.
Nothing in the world like a fantasy coming to reality.
"You're very kind..."
"William, my name is William."
Jennifer perked up, "Well okay William"
Just then the music started. She took off her robe and
tossed it on the couch. Walter tossed down a twenty. She
began dancing for him.
"Now, off with the top" he said as he threw down ten.
Jennifer closed her eyes as she undid the hooks behind
her back and removed the bra. With one hand she tossed
the bra on the couch while the other instinctively
covered her breasts. Walter softly grabbed her elbow and
pulled her arm from her chest. He let go when she
obliged.
At that moment he noticed the slim white band on her
tanned finger. Poor little housewife out to save her
pitiful hubby who at this moment had no idea how far she
was going to help him. It would be farther than she
would ever expect.
"Sorry, nerves" she said with a soft smile.
She continued to dance as seductively as she could. She
wasn't sure what was going to happen yet.
Walter tossed out another twenty. "Come closer, let me
get a better look at your tits."
Jen moved closer, she rubbed and squeezed her tits only
inches from his face.
Another twenty. "Now squash them around my face like you
did the other gentleman earlier."
Before she had a chance to move she was looking down at
his bald head that was now pressed between her breasts.
She felt his hands on her thighs.
"William?" she stuttered.
William sat back and lied. "It's okay, rules are more
relaxed back here." He took two twenties from his pocket
and set them on the table. "Now why don't you turn
around, sit on my legs and give me a real lap dance."
Jennifer was mesmerized as his hands slowly turned her
around and pulled her down on his leg.
"Now just grind into my leg like you were fucking it."
Walters voice had become much more stern. He knew he was
in control of this na‹ve young woman and now entertained
dirty thoughts than just pawing at her tits.
Jen was stunned at his order, but followed directions,
staring at the growing pile of money on the table.
Despite her nervousness she was still quite wet and it
felt heavenly to grind on his leg.
She felt his hands on her waist slowly begin to slide up
her body. Her hands covered her breasts but his strong
hands forced their way under them and began to squeeze
and knead her tits.
"That's a good girl. You listen good." After all these
years he finally got his hands on those creamy white
pert little beauties. Yes, her body had held up well. A
few more years and it would be too late, but for now she
was still quite ripe.
Jennifer continued to grind herself into his leg. His
large sweaty hands were now massaging and pinching her
nipples hard. She began feeling uncomfortable and for
the first time wished she could leave. She knew he
wouldn't let her.
She felt his hands slid from her breasts and down over
her belly. One hand disappeared and she felt him slide
two more twenties into her hand.
"Put these on the table."
She obeyed. As she dropped the two on the table he took
her hand and guided it downwards. Suddenly she felt her
finger wrapping around his short but fat cock.
"William no." She softly protested even she allowed him
to move her hand up and down on his shaft.
"Just look at the money. Keep going and there will be
more, stop and it's gone."
When he felt Jennifer's tiny hand begin to rub his cock
on her own he allowed his hands to return to her body,
one to her breasts, the other wrapping around her waist
and over her pantied crotch. He wasn't surprised when
her legs spread slightly giving him better access. He
could feel her wetness seeping through her panties
already. Poor repressed housewife is gonna have one
sterling confession this Sunday.
"Bend over so I can get a better look at this ass." he
ordered.
Jennifer felt him push her off his leg and she leaned
over the table, staring down at the pile of money. His
clammy hands were all over her ass and thighs. Suddenly
a fifty dollar bill appeared in front of her eyes.
"Read the fine print on that for a few minutes."
Walter knew she would be quiet as he pulled the silky
black material of her panties to the side, revealing her
wet slit to him once again. When his finger touched the
lips of her pussy, he felt her jump slightly as she took
a quick breath. He thought he heard her whine.
"That's a good girl, don't move," he whispered as his
fingers spread her lips. He placed his thumb over her
clit and began massaging it.
Jennifer closed her eyes and swooned as his thumb worked
her. Her hips seemingly moved on their own as his thumb
dipped deeper and deeper inside. She knew she shouldn't
be doing this, she should go. She fought the urge to
orgasm. She was so wet she could hear his finger
slipping in and out of her. A hundred dollar bill
suddenly appeared.
"And now for the coup de grace my wet little student."
Jennifer felt his grip tighten on her hips and begin to
pull her down on him. In an instant she felt his fat
cock slip inside her.
"Oh god, William, No" she blurted.
William put his hand over her mouth tightly. "SHhhhh."
With one hand covering her muffled cries of protest and
the other going from breast to breast he pumped his cock
into her. Jennifer was 18 again, they were in his office
on his chair. Her tube top was pulled down and he was
fucking her. He was going to cum inside sweet little
Jenny Walsh at last.
Suddenly Jennifer felt him pull her down hard and hold
her still. His cock spasmed and she could feel the jets
of cum emptying inside her.
For a minute her held her still on top of him until he
was at last spent. He then pushed her off of him and she
fell to her knees on the floor, her face hidden in
shame. He got up, zipped his pants and turned to her.
"Thanks for the dance. Let's do it again tomorrow, huh?"
He said crudely and reached for the pile money. He
laughed knowing the look on her face when she found out
she was just fondled, probed and fucked for a one dollar
bill. Another moment he was gone.
Jennifer left without even touching the money. In the
cab home she struggled with what had just happened. She
had to stop, it was getting out of control. It would
stop.
Later that night in bed Jennifer had her most power
orgasm ever as she recalled how Mr. Walter Jennings had
forced himself inside her and how he squeezed her so
tightly when he came. How happy he must have been
knowing he had just raped his ex-student for a buck. She
could feel his cum that was still in her.
Although she wouldn't return to the strip club Jennifer
continued to enjoy teasing Derrick each day. She didn't
question why he was always there near the stop when she
arrived and shrugged off his flirtations as though she
was too na‹ve to realize he wanted to be more than a
friend. She knew how easy it would be to let him fuck
her, but she wanted him to feel luckier it as though he
had somehow managed to seduce a faithful soccer mom. She
loved that term.
Each day she played him better and better, including the
day she cried about missing her family.
Derrick was becoming more and more resigned to the fact
that he was NOT going to bag a soccer mom. Jennifer was
too faithful and showed zero indication that she was
interested in him. He had one last hope. If somehow he
could manage to get her to come to Friday's usual frat
party he could use a bit of liquor to 'loosen her up'.
Well, perhaps a lot of liquor.
He was even more surprised that on Friday afternoon
Jennifer took him up on his offer. A cold beer sounded
great after a long stressful week and that after her
visit she would meet him.
Jennifer was already prepared, as she carried no purse,
just the money in her jeans.
A nervous Jennifer made Derrick wait until 11pm before
she emerged from the center. Derrick was once again as
engaging as ever and made her feel right at home back at
the house. With her hair in a ponytail she felt that she
didn't look too much older than the kids there and she
was glad when no one except Derrick and his roomie paid
much attention to her.
After two beers she already felt a buzz coming on. She
wanted to stay in control of the situation so she
rejected their offer for a third but did accept a cup of
very weak tasting punch. Someone said 'Smile!" and a
bright flash followed as someone took a Polaroid of her.
She had no idea that it was made with grain alcohol. It
wasn't until about four cups and an hour later that hit
seemed to hit her all at once. Suddenly she could barely
stand.
Derrick was now leading her somewhere down the hall.
Once in his room Derrick shut the door and began to kiss
her. Jennifer returned his kiss and was now more than
ready to let him have her. Of course she still managed a
few "Why are you doing this to me?" and "But I'm
married, my husband." as his strong hands roamed her
body and he kissed and bit her neck.
Reluctantly she allowed him to remove her shirt and
slide his hand under her bra, impressed with how quickly
he managed to unclasp it. When he began sucking on her
tits, Jennifer closed her eyes and put her head back to
the wall. His rhythmic sucking as though he was a baby
nursing drove her wild.
Then she felt him push her downward to her knees. When
he pulled his cock out of his pants she marveled at it
for only a moment before wrapping her lips around it.
Derrick smiled. He actually almost felt bad that this
faithful wife was suddenly on her knees sucking cock and
about to be pounded. By the way she was sucking he knew
she needed it though, all cute wives and moms should
slip off to a college campus and get fucked every so
often.
He gripped her ponytail and forced her to suck faster.
He would have cum already himself if it weren't for all
the beer, which was fine because he wanted to fuck her
good and hard now.
Shortly with a few words of encouragement he led
Jennifer to the bed. He unbuttoned her jeans and pulled
them down. The leopard panties were too much though. He
watched them drop to the floor. He laid her back on the
bed as he took his own clothes off. His eyes never left
her pussy. He could almost taste it. And then he did
taste it.
Jennifer just let it all happen. In just a few moments
she was cumming on his face and again as soon as his
cock entered her.
Derrick took his time though, enjoying fucking her in
many positions, lastly being doggy style. The way her
ass shook when he slapped into her, the grip of her
cunt, the sound of her muffled grunts when he shoved it
in deep was too much. He gripped her hips and trust in
deep. His cum flooded into her.
Derrick climbed off of her and Jennifer watched his
naked butt as he wrapped a towel around himself and
stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
Closing her eyes she laid her head back and let the mix
of sex and alcohol course through her body. It had felt
like heaven wrapping her legs around the young stallion
as he pounded his ever hard cock into her. She began to
drift off.
Jennifer came back as she felt Derrick climb back on the
bed and spread her legs. When she opened her eyes she
was shocked.
It wasn't Derrick that was poised above her, it was his
roommate Eric. But before she could even say a word his
cock was in her and he began fucking her furiously. Her
protests quickly abated as the room began to spin. She
was barely aware when he climbed off of her and another
young man took his place, and then another.
At one point she opened her eyes when someone was
kneeling next to her head. He had turned her head
towards him and jammed his cock in her mouth. At the
same time someone had lifted her legs onto their
shoulders and began fucking her.
Jennifer briefly became aware that there were many
people in the room laughing and cheering. She never
noticed Derrick standing next to the bed with his video
camera capturing all the action. Another moment later
she heard a loud grunt and her mouth was flooded with a
hot load of cum. She pulled her head back and his next
wave of cum sprayed over her face. The next boy held her
head tight as he sent hot streams of cum flooding down
her throat. Another cheer were soon followed by chants
for 'Turk!'.
She would be barely aware of the parade of cocks that
fucked her every which way, although she would remember
how Turk had flipped her over on her belly and raped her
ass. Although raped was hardly the word as she
remembered the painful pleasure it had given her.
At about 3 am she woke, feeling sick. She grabbed a
nearby tee shirt and sweatpants, put them on and ran for
the bathroom. When she got back to the room she was
unable to find her clothes and decided to get out of
there. She never noticed her panties pinned to the
bulletin board below her picture where they would remain
for the rest of the year. As quickly and quietly as she
could she left, eventually hailing a cab which she would
have to pay when she got home.
Jennifer slept most of the next day and only awoke when
her mom came home from the center with her father. She
sat in bed for quite awhile trying to recall all what
had happened and was soon to remember why her pussy was
so sore right now. Once again a rush of mixed feelings
filled her.
When she went to the bathroom and took off the
unfamiliar shirt she was shocked by what she saw in the
mirror. Aside from the cum that was matted in her hair
and crusted on her body there was something else. All
over her body, in black marker, were the names of the
boys who had fucked her. On her breasts, stomach, thighs
and pussy were more than thirty names. She stared at
herself for a long time. What would Mark think if he
knew his loving wife had just been gang-banged in a
fraternity house.
Once in the shower, Jennifer was careful to not clean
off the names. She wouldn't be flying home until
tomorrow and she wanted to feel the names on her for
awhile. Despite the soreness of her pussy, Jennifer
rubbed herself to an intense orgasm as various of bits
and pieces of last night came back to her.
Later that evening she marveled on how satisfied she was
now with her sexual exploration. She just wanted to be
safe at home again and leave this slut behind. Perhaps
now she could go back and once again be Mark's wife.
And perhaps not...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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