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Jan the Slut
by Dr Watson (address withheld)
***
A new teacher in a rundown school district finds fringe
benefits that make up for the lousy conditions. (M+/F,
intr, prost, alcohol, huml, gb, orgy, preg)
***
It was 1975. I had started teaching at Madison High in
the fall. Fresh out of school. I was one of the three
new teachers at the school and the only new black male
teacher. The school, though integrated, was located in
the black ghetto and had a predominantly black student
body and faculty.
The faculty was the usual assortment with most being
aging civil servants that were just marking time until
retirement. There were only a few of the brothers in the
crowd. One was John Baker, the Dean of Boys so
powerfully built that he could intimidate a grizzly
bear. Two of the coaches were known as Butch and Link.
If they had given names, I never heard them. Butch and I
became friends and he kept me tuned into what was
happening at the school.
The female teachers were for the most part a sorry lot.
Old maids and uptight little housewives that wouldn't
think of saying anything to a young black teacher.
One was exceptionally well built though. Her name was
Jan Fritz. Instead of calling her Mrs. Fritz, the
students and male faculty called her Mrs. Tits. She had
what must have been 40DD tits and stood about 5' 11"
tall. Despite being incredibly stuck-up like the rest of
the white women, she wore tight miniskirts that showed
off her long legs and great ass. When she walked down
the hall, all of the male heads turned to follow her
bobbing tits and ass. I don't think I was able to say
three words to her the first months I was there.
Being the "new-kid-on-the-block", I was not up on the
social scene of the faculty. I used my time in serious
pursuits. Most of my evenings were spent doing lesson
plans and grading homework. I quickly discovered that it
was unwise to give extensive homework assignments. The
kids resented it and me for assigning all that work. In
addition, it meant more work for me to in grading the
stuff.
This was the pattern of my life. It all changed one
blustery day in mid-October. I had ground's duty at
lunch time the day of the October PTA meeting. Butch
came over to talk to me while I was keeping an eye on
the parade field.
"How's it hanging, my man?" he asked.
"Oh, pretty good. And you?"
"Couldn't be better. Couldn't be better. You got any
plans tonight after the meeting?"
"No. Why do you ask?"
"Let me ask you. How do you feel about white pussy?"
"I don't know, I never had any. I guess it's like any
other."
"No, No, my man. White girls have a thing for black
cock. They scream. They holler. They just can't seem to
get enough of it. I don't think you have ever had any
pussy, black or while. With the right white bitch, even
YOU can feel like the greatest lover in the world."
"Sounds good to me. What's the drill?"
"I am asking for $25 each -- just to pay my expenses
mind you."
"Sounds cheap enough if the girl is good."
"The best man. Would you believe, our Mrs. Tits?"
"Now you're shitting me. No way."
"Listen to me man. She parties. I've had parties with
her before."
"I still say you're shitting me. She's so stuck-up, her
feet don't even touch the ground."
"I'm telling you, I've fucked her. I've been to her
house and taken Link with me too. We've both fucked
her."
"Oh yeah? And where was her husband? Holding your coat?"
"No, he's one of those honkey shit heads that think work
is more important than pussy. He works night and day,
and leaves his hot little wife at home alone."
"You know I have heard stories that she and Ralph had a
thing going." (Ralph is the Vice-Principal. He is white,
middle-aged and not very good looking.)
"That was her first year here last year. His wife got
wind of it and threatened to kill him if he didn't stop
seeing her. Word was that her husband knew about what
was going on but couldn't or wouldn't do anything about
it. Baker moved in on her late last year. He's the one
that tipped me off about her."
"Shit, count me in. Does she do this often?"
"No, this is a little surprise party we've got planned
for her."
"Now wait a minute man. She doesn't know? I mean we've
just going to show up at her house?"
"Look, I told her that I was uncomfortable with her kid
around so we needed to go to a motel. There will be
about six of us. She'll be surprised all right but will
love it. I showed up at her house with Link and she damn
near went crazy at the idea of two men at once. She was
insatiable. She just couldn't get enough black dick so
don't worry. Her husband doesn't let her drink when he's
around. Get her a little blitzed and she will let you do
anything to her."
"Ok, so what time is this little event going to take
place and where?"
"I figure we can cut out of the PTA meeting about 7:30
and make it to the La Quinta out on the Interstate by
7:45. The rest of you can trickle out after we leave. I
will let you know the room number tonight at the
meeting. I will have her there and start getting her
drunk before you guys get there."
"All right, here's my contribution," I said fishing into
my wallet for the money.
***
That night, the meeting was as boring as you would
expect. The only thing that made it bearable was the
prospect of what was to come. Just before the meeting
was called to order, Butch came over and told me to meet
Link in front of room 225 at 8:00. I later watched as he
and Jan slipped out about 7:30. I saw Link and a few of
other teachers slip out a few minutes later. Then it was
my turn.
I drove a couple of miles to the Interstate and then
east to the motel. The motel was one of those along the
Interstate between the highway and the service road.
Room 225 was upstairs around back facing the Interstate.
It was well placed so that our comings and goings would
be out of sight of the office.
Link wasn't there yet. I saw about a half a dozen cars
with guys setting in them so I figured that I had
somehow managed to beat Link. About 8:05, Butch came out
and we all got out of our cars to go and meet him. There
were eight of us counting Butch. I didn't recognize half
of the guys. The only thing common about us was we were
all black. Butch told us that Link was to bring the beer
and should be along shortly. He said he had told Jan
that he was going for more beer. About this time Link
pulled up and we all helped unload the beer while Butch
went back up stairs.
"Hey bitch, why aren't you out of those clothes? Get
them off right now!" We all heard him yell while
standing in the open door way.
We moved up the stairs to just outside the room. Butch
held out his hand to show that we should wait. The
thought of her taking off her clothes in that room for
the nine of us was giving me a boner that wouldn't quit.
"That's ok. You can leave that on," he said as he
signaled us to come in. As we were moving into the room,
he said, "We needed so much beer that I had to get it
delivered."
Once in the room, I saw her naked, but for a garter-belt
and stockings, on the bed. She looked frightened. She
was gripping the bed but not making any move to cover-
up. Butch moved quickly to her side with a can of beer
while Link fastened the door behind us.
"Now babe, I know how much you love black dicks so I
arranged for a few of our friends to help you out. Here
drink this. It will help relax you," Butch told her in
his calmest voice. He began rubbing her tits and
practically pouring the beer into her mouth which kept
her from saying much about what was going on. "We're
going to thrill you babe."
Link motioned for the rest of us to gather around the
bed. We knelt down next to her and started stroking her.
I was down by her right leg and started stroking the
inside of her thigh. The guys holding her arms were
rubbing her tits. I could feel her tremble. I could not
tell if it was from fear or passion.
Link striped off his pants and announced that he was
going first before the rest of us stretched her out.
When he had his pants off, he said, "Hold the bitch's
legs open for me."
Link didn't have the biggest dick in the world. It
looked to only be about five inches long, but when he
touched her pussy, she started moaning like he had a
horse cock. Butch had moved away from her mouth and had
two guys holding down her arms while I and another guy
were holding her legs. The other three guys were taking
off their clothes.
"Don't... don't cum in me, pleeease," she gasped between
Link's thrusts. "I don't have any protection yet."
"Tough, slut. I don't want you turning me white with
that silly foam of yours, so forget it," Link said and
at the same time started pounding harder.
Link finished in just a few more moments. Maybe the
thought of fucking a fertile, unprotected white woman
gave him a little extra incentive. We all set back for a
moment to think about what we had just seen and decide
who was next. One of the guys holding her arms held
another can of beer up for her to drink. They were
having a noticeable effect on her ability to talk. As
she finished the beer, the next guy stepped between her
legs.
"Slut, this is Van. He's going to be fucking you next.
He's a fireman so he knows how to handle hoses," Butch
called out from across the room like some sports
announcer giving the batting order.
I didn't know Van. He had what looked to be a thin eight
inch dick that slid right into her well lubricated hole.
He began working in and out of her slippery cunt. Her
moaning became louder as he worked his prick in her. I
was mesmerized by his up and down motion until I hear
her moans become muffled. One of the other naked guys
was pushing his thin prick into her mouth. She was
starting to suck on it very enthusiastically.
"That's right, suck that dick babe. That licorice stick
you have in your mouth belongs to Pete. He's the janitor
at our sister school. It looks like he's going to clean
your pipes," Butch continued his play by play, or should
I say blow by blow description of the action on the bed.
I continued to watch spellbound as this woman that I had
regarded as unapproachable was fucked at both ends by
two brothers that she had not met until tonight. This
stuck-up honkey bitch who wouldn't even give me the time
of day, was spread out now in front of me ready to take
on one man after another. This southern belle was having
nigger sperm shot into her unprotected cunt and mouth.
My dick was so hard I couldn't stand it.
Van was speeding up his pounding of her box. He let out
a yelp as he came off deep inside her. He rested a
moment to catch his breath and pulled out of her. I
looked at her open pussy with cum oozing out and down to
her asshole. Pete took advantage of the break in the
action to reposition her so her head was at the edge of
the bed. With her in this position, he was able to start
fucking her throat. She made some muffled gasps between
thrusts and tried to wiggle away from him, but the
fellows holding her arms wouldn't let her get away. Van
in the meantime had replaced Mitch holding her other leg
and Roy was moving between her legs. Roy had a prick
about the size of Van's and slid into her as easily.
"A new prick bitch. This is Roy. Roy is an old friend of
mine. He helped me in remodeling my house. He's very
good at his hands. He will soon be making an addition to
you," Butch said enjoying his wit and adding to her
debasement.
It was only a few years ago that we had been told that
rape of the whites was a political statement. I had the
heady felling that we were making a statement here with
sexual use of this white woman. That she was willing to
be defiled did not alter the fact that we were
subjecting her to our sexual pleasure. We were grudge
fucking her. At that moment, she represented all of the
affront and indignity that any of us had ever suffered
at the hands of white people. All of the contempt we had
ever gotten from any of the snooty honkey bitches.
"Yeah, fuck her harder. Give it to her," I found myself
saying.
Pete started coming off and pulled out of her mouth to
spray her face, hair and tits for our enjoyment. He was
adding to her degradation. She was merely a receptacle
for our jizm. Before the evening was over, we would wash
her inside and out with our semen. As Pete recovered, he
came to take my place. I stood up and began removing my
clothes and waiting my turn at her cunt.
Mitch now moved to her mouth. He grabbed her by the back
of her head and forced his thin prick between her lips.
"Hey cocksucker, this prick belongs to Mitch. You know
Mitch the social worker at our school. We all hope he
doesn't have a social disease. I told you who it was as
I figured you couldn't see him for all of the cum in
your eyes," Butch said.
Pete was soon finishing his work between her legs and I
pressed between them. Her pussy was wide open and oozing
cum but I was so excited by the prospect of fucking this
white bitch.
"Greg is fucking you now. He may even be a virgin so be
gentle with him," Butch said to a chorus of laughter.
I could barely feel her cunt around my dick but I didn't
lack for excitement. Her huge tits looked up at me and
begged to be sucked. They were too grimy from sweat and
cum to make this an attractive prospect. I contented
myself with resting my hands on them while squeezing and
twisting them. It was obvious that others had done this
before me as her tits were already showing some bruising
from the rough handling we were giving her. I watched as
Mitch begin trusting violently in her mouth. She fought
to keep up with his spurting dick but some slipped out
of the corners of her mouth. As he pulled out of her,
the last few spurts went with others on her sticky wet
face.
I heard some discussion behind me while the remaining
two guys were figuring out who would get her mouth and
who would get her cunt. One looked to be a young boy and
the other was a rough looking character who insisted on
getting her cunt. The young boy took his place at her
mouth. His tentative actions brought Jan to get one of
her hands loose to bring the boys cock to her. She had
an impish look about her as she felt him tense when her
tongue touched the head of his prick.
"Another one to be gentle with bitch. This is Earl. He
is Mitch's nephew and he is only 13," said Butch. "He
will probably be in one of your classes next year. I
wonder what grade you will give him for tonight's
lesson."
At this, Jan seemed to redouble her action on the boy's
cock. This was too much for me and I shot off so hard in
her in her, it hurt. I half collapsed between her legs.
I did not get to rest long though. The rough guy wanted
his turn and started pulling me off of her. He
practically fell on her while jamming a very large prick
into her. She let out a gasp but kept on sucking Earl
for all she was worth.
"This last prick belongs to George, a cousin of mine,"
Butch continued his announcements. "He is definitely not
a virgin but hasn't been with a woman in five years.
George just got out of prison so you had better watch
out when he starts to cum. He may drown you. Then again,
by now he may be more turned on by the boy's ass in
front of him."
With George, it was most certainly a grudge fuck. I
found out later that he was sent up for rape and was
using Jan to get back at the women who put him in
prison. He was pounding her hard until the boy came and
moved away from her. With him out of the way, George
pulled her legs up and almost bent her double to get the
deepest penetration. He was pushing into her so deep and
hard that he was knocking the breath out of her with
each thrust. She was letting out gasps as she tried to
breathe between each plunge. The gasps became weaker and
we realized that she had passed out.
***
When we had all had a turn at fucking her, we took a
break. It was about 9:00. We had been fucking her almost
continuously for almost an hour. She lay on the bed
moaning and slowly rolling slightly from side to side
jerking occasionally. Her body glistened from a
combination of sweat and cum. Her hair was matted and
wet. After a few minutes, her breathing returned to
normal and she began to take more notice of her
surroundings.
"I have to go home," she said.
"Go get yourself cleaned up," Butch told her. She slowly
obeyed him, and staggered off into the bathroom.
"She is some piece of ass, where do you find them," said
Earl.
"I keep telling you, they are all around you," Butch
replied.
"Yeah, I'd like to get some more of her. She is the
hottest quim I've ever seen," said Mitch.
"Damn, I wanted to fuck her ass too," said George.
"Have no fear gentlemen, the night is still young,"
answered Butch. "While you were getting your jollies, I
took the bitches clothes and car keys and stuck them in
my car. She's not going any place for a while. Also
Baker says she loves it in the ass and if she can take
Baker's donkey dong, she won't have any trouble taking
you guy's little dicks.
Jan reentered the room. She still looked pretty strung-
out but was considerably cleaned-up. She was looking for
her clothes.
"Where are my clothes?" she asked.
"Don't worry about them right now. Say why don't you go
get me a Coke?" Butch said.
Jan looked around the room some more. "Where are the
Cokes?" she asked.
"Oh they're in the vending machine a couple of doors
down," Butch told her.
A look of horror spread over her face. "I can't go out
there like this," she said.
"Sure you can. There's nobody out there this time of
night and besides, you don't get your clothes back until
you do," Butch threatened.
She started to protest and then realized it would be
futile. With a look of resignation, she held out her
hand to him for some money. He gave her the change for
the machine. Link got the door for her. As she left the
room, she was holding one arm over her ample tits and
one over her pussy. She reminded me of that painting of
Venus rising from the surf. It was obviously hard for
her to move and shield herself at the same time. We all
got a laugh out of her efforts.
"Are you sure it's wise to send her out like that?
Somebody might see her and report it," Link said.
"The chances of anyone seeing her and wanting to do
anything about it are too small to worry about. I wanted
to show the bitch who was in control. Besides, if
anybody did investigate, she rented the room in her
name. She invited us to come over and ball her. The
thing just wouldn't play any other way," Butch
explained.
Link had closed the door so she had to knock to get back
in. Butch signaled for him to take his time. Just as he
opened the door for her, we heard a long blast on an air
horn from an 18-wheeler on the Interstate. Evidently
someone saw her and appreciated it. She came in all
flushed and shivering from her experience. When she had
recovered, she brought Butch his Coke.
"Can I have my clothes now?" she asked.
"Now why would you want them? We still have plenty of
beer and as you can see the guys have fresh hard-ons
they want you to take down for them," Butch told her.
"But I have to get home before my husband does. I have a
babysitter that can't stay out too late," she pleaded.
"Don't worry. We will have you home before your husband
gets off work. It's only 9:15 and I know he doesn't get
off until after midnight. Your babysitter lives next
door so she can stay a little later. Have another beer,"
Butch suggested.
"Thanks," she said taking a beer from Link. "You promise
I will be home before my husband gets home?"
"I promise babe," said Butch.
"Ok," she said chugging her beer, "who's on first?"
Link again went first. He lay down on the bed giving us
a wink where she couldn't see. She straddled his body
and slowly impaled herself on his revived dick. Once
completely on him she leaned over to steady herself.
Link reached up had pulled her down on him. She was
enjoying being held close to him. He motioned to Roy to
come up behind her. She didn't know that Roy was behind
her until she felt his prick press against her little
brown anus. She tried to squirm away immediately but
Link held her fast.
"No, please, not like that, not here," she begged.
"We know you like it bitch, so just settle back and
enjoy it," Butch advised.
Submitting she said, "At least use something to
lubricate me."
With that, Mitch reached over and poured some beer down
the crack of her ass toward her asshole. We all laughed
at that. Roy used the beer to wet his cock and began
again to wedge it into her backdoor. She buried her face
in Link's shoulder, too embarrassed to face us. We had
heaped yet another indignity on her to add to her
defilement. Roy was now sliding in and out of her
slippery anus while we watched and waited our turn in
her butt.
As we watch, we could see that the double assault was
having its effect on her. Slowly at first and then
faster she was working herself back on to the impaling
penises.
"Oh yes, fuck me hard! Fuck my ass! Yes!" she was
crying.
Roy couldn't stand very much of this and soon shot off
in her. He quickly crawled off and was replaced by
Mitch. Roy got up and walked to the head of the bead and
offered his cock to her to clean off with her tongue.
She shook her head to refuse. Roy grabbed her hair and
forced her mouth onto his prick. She looked like a pink
pig skewered on these black pricks. When she was
finished she asked for another beer with cum leaking
from her mouth down on her tits. Roy held it up to her
mouth and she drained about half of it. As Mitch
finished, he too moved to her mouth and Pete took his
place in her soft, round rump. Earl just wanted a blow
job so it was my turn to fuck her butt.
I had never fucked a woman in the ass before. I was
looking forward to it and so was my Johnson. I eased up
between her spread legs. Cum was oozing out of her open
asshole as she lay inert on Link (how he was able to
keep from cumming off is beyond me). Her ass had been so
stretched that it wouldn't close and remained open and
inviting. I thought of how this woman had snubbed me at
school.
I thought of all of the whites that had ever snubbed me
and jammed my prick into her as hard as I could. I was
rewarded by a gasp from her. I began pounding into her
butt. Soon she was moving back to meet my thrusts. In a
few moments, her body was convulsing. I thought that
after the first time I would be able to hold off longer,
but when she started shaking, I reached the point of no
return in cumming and just had to pound faster. With a
gasp, I came too.
She had been given more beer between sucking dick clean.
When I got out of her ass and up to her mouth, she was
barely conscious. I was able to get her to lick me a
little, but it was very uncoordinated. She only grunted
as George buttfucked her as hard as he could. She
couldn't move back to meet his thrust as she had the
rest of us. She had passed out again.
When George finished, Link finally moved out from under
her and took his place at her rear. He looked down at
her well-fucked ass and tried to get some friction on
his prick. "Damn, she's got so much jizm in her that I
can't even feel her asshole." So he decided to take her
pussy instead. She had cleaned up a bit after the first
round, but she still had a lot of cum in her pussy too.
It took him sometime to get off in her pussy.
***
When Link finished it was about 10:30. Butch had kept
his clothes on and didn't fuck the bitch. I don't know
why he didn't fuck her too, but he didn't. Butch pulled
an instant camera from under his chair. He approached
the bed and shot a picture of her upturned ass with a
gaping hole seeping cum. Butch then asked us to turn her
over on her back. He wanted her setting-up in the bed
with her legs spread. When he had her where he wanted
her, he asked us to gather on either side of her and
shot another picture showing her nude between eight
buck-naked bucks. He moved and shot another picture so
close that it could only have shown our cocks.
"Hey, can you get a picture of me with my dick in her
mouth?" asked Van. "I want to have something to show the
guys at the firehouse."
We all stepped back so that he could get a good picture.
When we saw the pictures, we all had to have a shot of
her with our dicks in her mouth.
With our souvenir pictures, we began to dress and leave.
As I was finishing dressing, Butch came over and asked
me to help him get her home. He said he would bring me
back for my car later. We used a blanket from the bed to
cover her and with one of us under each arm, Butch and I
took her down the steps to her car. When we got her in
the passenger seat of the car, I saw what a mess she
was. Her hair was matted with cum and sweat. Cum was
running down both legs. She reeked of sex.
I got in and followed Butch to her house. I was nervous
about being at her house when her husband came home but
Butch assured me that he would not be home for at least
another hour. When we got there, Butch went up to the
door and gave the babysitter some song and dance about
Jan being ill and that we would see to her. He paid her
out of Jan's purse with a generous tip. She was leaving
as we were getting Jan out of her car. I know that she
saw that Jan was naked under the blanket from the
shocked expression on her face but she said nothing to
us.
We got her into the house and I wanted to take her to
the bathroom to clean her up. Butch said to take her to
her bedroom.
"If her husband sees her like this he will know that she
had to have been fucked by a bunch of guys," I
protested.
"So, let him know what a slut he married. It will do him
some good," Butch retorted. "Let the honky bastard know
that his wife is having to get her jollies from nigger
dicks. Hell, he may even get off on having a slut for a
wife. I've heard stories about some limp-dicked white
boys that like to watch other men shag their ol'ladies."
"I thought you might want to do her again sometime. She
will probably never speak to you again. Hell, she may
even cry rape."
"That's why I had her get the room before the meeting.
We have witnesses that will say she must have planned
the rendezvous. As for doing it again, of course we will
do it again. Hasn't it soaked in to you yet that she is
a nympho. Hell, Baker got her so drunk she passed out.
Reamed her ass on her living room floor. Left her spread
out with her ass toward the door just a few minutes
before her husband was due home. He waited at the corner
where he could see the front door when her husband found
her. He said it was priceless to see him freeze in the
door as he saw his wife's open asshole with cum pouring
out. He went to see her a few days later and she acted
as if nothing had happened. She needs it like an addict
needs a fix. She will be back wanting more and probably
within the week," Butch answered.
Butch left the photo with just our cocks hanging over
her on his night stand. As a final insult Butch took her
lipstick and wrote GREAT LAY on her tits. We covered her
up. We left her for her husband to find her scum covered
and with graffiti on her tits.
***
We did, indeed, have more sessions like that with Jan
for a couple of months. Butch showed the group picture
of her to the black members of the football team and
promised that if they took the conference title, he
would arrange a party with her for them. They did and he
did.
After about two months, it all stopped. Jan seemed even
more distant. Within four months we could all see why.
She was pregnant. As the year progressed, she got bigger
and bigger. Whenever her name was mentioned, it was
usually accompanied with snickers.
Somehow she made it through that year, but didn't return
in the fall. Rumor had it that the baby was black as
could be expected with all of that black cum she took in
her holes. It seems her husband was finally forced to
divorce her. We also heard that she had moved to another
town to try to live down her reputation. The rumor said
nothing about what she did about a mulatto baby.
I am still teaching and am married now. I stay on the
straight and narrow in my marriage. Though I am faithful
to my wife, I sometimes I take out the dog-eared picture
of Jan with my prick between her lips and remember the
night that I lost my virginity to a stuck-up white
nympho.
***
I didn't know if it was guilt or what. Maybe Butch and
his friends had been talking about the party at the
motel day before yesterday. I felt that people are
staring at me. I've been used to the stares of men since
puberty, but this is different. It seemed that people
would stop their conversations whenever I walk by. The
other female teachers leave the lounge whenever I enter.
My reputation had never been that good at the school,
but now it was even worse.
Oh well, I was the easiest lay around back in college.
What made this any different. In fact, I like the idea.
I hadn't been getting much attention from my husband
lately and the additional attention of other men would
be welcome.
***
Fourth hour at last. I thought planning period would
never come. Today I will stay in my room. I had ventured
into the lounge before classes and at lunch and got the
same reaction. The women left and the guys exchanged
glances or whispered asides. I had a reputation before
and all the comments ever meant to me was more men who
would look me up.
"How's it going?" said Greg Hanson as he walked into my
room. "I missed you in the lounge so I thought I would
look you up here."
Greg was one of the few teachers I knew socially with my
husband outside of school. We had been over to Greg and
Willa's house on several occasions. Greg was white and
his wife was Native American. Willa was just an
approximation of Greg's wife's name.
"I just didn't feel like going all the way down there
today," I said. "Besides, I can get caught up on grading
papers this way."
"Is that really the reason Jan?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Jan, there are rumors all over the school about what
happened after the PTA meeting the other night."
"What kind of rumors?"
"Oh, about you and Butch and about a dozen of his
friends. Some say they have even seen pictures."
"Pictures! Oh God, I don't know about any pictures."
"Does Jack know about it?"
"No. Well, I don't think he does. The bedroom was dark
when he came in and I was up and in the shower before he
woke up yesterday."
"He'll never hear it from me, but you should be more
careful."
"Yeah, I know."
"I do have a favor to ask you though."
"I was wondering how soon guys would start trying to hit
on me again after the other night."
"It's not quite what you think. Did you ever meet
Willa's father?"
"No, I never have."
"He's your typical, rich Indian. Maybe a little smarter
about money than most. He invests the money from his
headright. The result is he makes money faster than he
can spend it."
"Does he ever spend any of it on you and the kids?"
"Yes, he lives on his ranch back up in the hills but has
a chauffeur and a limousine of all things. He comes in
to town every few months. He drops by to see Willa and
the kids. He then likes to go for a night on the town,
but I have to arrange his dates."
"I think I know which way this conversation is heading.
Just because I ended-up in a motel room with several
guys, doesn't make me a whore!"
"But I heard you charged them $50 each."
"What!? I did no such thing! It was just supposed to be
Butch and me. When I had too much to drink to protest,
Butch brought in a bunch of his friends. I didn't know
that was going to happen."
"Evidently Butch charged for your services then. Well, I
thought you might like to go out with Charlie. He is
very generous."
"I know you think I'm a whore, but I don't do it for
money. I just like to fuck."
"Well, Charlie will be in town Friday night. Would you
be willing to go out with him?"
"Friday night? Jack is going to Boston tomorrow and will
be gone until Saturday afternoon. Kathy usually spends
the weekend with his parents so I should be available on
Friday night. Yes, I would love to."
"He likes to go to some pretty swank places. Do you have
an evening gown?"
"Damn! No, I don't. Jack and I never go any place for me
to wear one."
Don't worry. We can go shopping after class today or
tomorrow and get you one. Remember I said he was very
generous.
***
"You look great in that dress," Greg said.
"I'd be embarrassed to wear it in public. Most of my
breasts show out the sides and down the middle. I mean
look. The neckline goes almost down to my navel in front
and to the top of my ass in back. I think my boobs would
come out of it if I tried to dance in this," I said.
"It's just the sort of party dress you've always wanted
isn't it?" he coaxed.
"Yes," I had to admit it. It was just the kind of dress
I had always wanted to wear to the ball.
***
I looked at myself in the mirror. The dress was black,
elegant and wonderfully revealing. It was a gift because
I had agreed to go on a date with Greg's father-in-law.
I didn't see the price tag, but I knew it had to be very
expensive. That shop didn't deal in anything else. I
accepted a gift for a date. Did that make me a whore? I
don't know but I do feel delightfully wicked in this
dress.
The funny thing is I could wear it around the house and
Jack would never notice. He never notices clothes. I
don't have to worry about him finding a strange and
expensive dress in my closet either. He doesn't know the
first thing about the value of clothes or what I have in
there to begin with.
I heard the doorbell ring. I took one last look in the
mirror half afraid that it was all a dream and went to
the door. I opened it expecting the short middle-aged
Indian that I had met once with Greg and Willa. Instead,
there was a tall Negro chauffeur in full uniform.
"I'm Henry, Mr. Redbird's chauffeur. Your car is here
miss," he said.
His manner was professional, but I could see that he was
looking me up and down and liking what he saw. His
appraisal was so complete, I felt naked in front of him.
I quickly closed the door and went with him to the
limousine. He held the car door open for me and I got in
the back. I was surprised that Charlie was not in the
limo already.
"Where is Charlie?" I asked.
"We will pick Mr. Redbird up at his hotel. He apologizes
for not having come to get you personally, but had
urgent business that he had to take care of before he
could leave. There is a bottle of chilled Champaign in
the bar. Would you care for some?" he said.
"Yes, please."
Henry reached in and pulled out a bottle of Champagne
and expertly opened it. With the brief look I got of the
label as he wrapped it in the towel, I could see it was
Dom Perignon. It was clear that Charlie was a man who
was used to the best. Henry poured and handed me the
glass.
"Will there be anything else ma'am?"
"This will be fine, thank you."
With that, he shut the door and walked around the front
of the car to get in the driver's seat. The driver's
seat was separated from the passenger section by a glass
partition. The divider had curtains that could be drawn
for privacy. They were open and I noticed that Henry
kept watching me occasionally in the rear-view mirror.
He eased the car out of the driveway and started down
the road at a very relaxed pace. As I sipped the
Champaign, it seemed strange to be going so slowly. It
is a funny thing about Champaign that something so cold
and bubbly can make you feel so warm in side. I soon
reached the bottom of the glass.
"Please, help yourself to some more ma'am," Henry said
over the intercom.
I had refilled my glass twice before we reached the
Hotel. We pulled up in front of the main doors. The
doorman rushed out to open my door. Henry, already out
of the car and crossing in front of the car, stopped him
telling him to notify Mr. Redbird that his car was here.
I thought the doorman was going to salute before he
turned back to the house-phone. I continued sipping the
wine while I waited and Henry guarded the car door.
About five minutes later, Charlie appeared. He moved
smoothly to the car as first the doorman held the hotel
door and Henry opened the car door for him. I admired
his tuxedo as he slid in beside me. (I hadn't seen Jack
in one since our wedding day.)
Henry pulled out from the curb and headed for the club.
As we drove along, we made small talk. He asked how I
enjoyed teaching. I asked how things were on his ranch.
We had more drinks before we got to the club.
We got out of the car at the supper club. I knew Charlie
was short, about 5' 2", but it had not dawned on me
until we were standing outside of the car that my high-
heels made me (5' 10" + 3" heels) over a head taller
than him. We must have made a strange looking couple.
As we walked into the club, I felt every eye was on us.
I also felt that my only half concealed boobs were going
to pop out of my dress at any moment.
After dinner, Charlie asked me to dance. I was feeling a
bit woozy and unsteady on my feet from the wine and
after dinner drinks. We started in the middle of the
floor, but Charlie was heading us toward a side area of
the dance floor away from the tables and band. He was so
short that his head nestled between my tits against the
bare skin of the sides of my breasts. I felt him use his
chin to move the strip of fabric covering my nipple
aside and begin sucking on the tip. My nipples got hard
fast, but I was embarrassed to have my breast so
publicly toyed with. I had my back to the crowd but we
were still turning. I had to stop him.
"No, please," I begged him.
***
As we pulled away from the club, Charlie pulled me down
so that I lay across his lap. He bent over and kissed
me. It was the right amount of force and I felt myself
responding to him. With one hand he held my head to his
lips. With the other, he began seeking my breasts under
my dress. He caressed them a squeezed them. My nipples
have always been very sensitive. They were already hard.
My eyes were closed but I felt him uncovering my tits.
His hand beneath my head opened the clasp behind my neck
releasing my dress. His hand on my chest pushed it down
baring me to the waist. I knew that Henry had only to
look in his mirror to see my bare chest in the street
lights.
We held that kiss for what seemed to be several minutes.
When we came up for air, I could see that we had
stopped. There were bright lights outside and I figured
out we were in a gas station. I noticed Charlie was
looking out his window and smiling. I looked out the
window and saw the attendant who was washing it staring
open mouthed at my tits. My first impulse was to cover
up but the wine had worked its mischief on me. I lay
back and arched my back slightly to give him a better
view.
Finally, Charlie tapped on the glass and broke the boy
out of his trance. Even so, as Henry was paying him, he
still tried to get another look at what was going on in
the backseat.
We left the gas station and Charlie had me sit up so he
could get to use his mouth on my nipples. That was how
we drove to my house. With me setting naked to the waist
in full view of anyone who cared to look. I don't know
if they looked or not as I spent most of the time with
my eyes closed from the delicious torment Charlie was
inflicting on me. One time I did open them, I saw Henry
watching me in his mirror with a knowing smile on his
face.
In a few minutes we pulled up in front of my house. I
was still fumbling with my clasp when Henry opened the
door so I got out of the car holding my dress to cover
my breasts. Both Charlie and Henry walked with me up to
my door. I struggled to get my key while holding my
dress. At last I had to release the dress to open the
door. I wonder what my neighbors thought seeing me half
naked under the porch light between a short Indian and a
tall black buck.
With the door finally opened, I invited them in for a
drink. I started for the kitchen but Charlie steered me
toward the bedroom. My dress was already partway off so
it took little effort for him to unzip the gown and it
was at my feet. I stood there in front of both of them
in only my garterbelt, stockings, panties and heels.
Henry was already undressing as Charlie removed my
panties. I was really in no condition to resist them nor
did I want to.
Charlie helped me to the bed. Henry was naked by this
time and the light glistened off of his smooth black
skin. His dick was enormous. It was over a foot long and
thick. I knew I had some nearly as large before (and
recently), but I still gave a shiver in anticipation as
he moved between my thighs.
I felt Charlie's penis brush against my cheek. He had
unzipped his pants and taken it out. His hand was in my
hair and he pulled my mouth toward his dick. I opened my
mouth and took his small, limp member in my mouth. I
began concentrating on sucking Charlie to life while
Henry moved the head of his prick around the opening to
my pussy making me even hotter. I nearly bit off
Charlie's dick when Henry jammed his big prick into my
dripping cunt.
Charlie's prick hardened in my mouth. It was about half
the size of Henry's when it finally got fully erect. He
began moving it in and out fucking my mouth as he got
excited. I looked up and saw him smiling at me.
"I love seeing that black dick of his plowing some white
whore. I helps get me off," he said as he began fucking
my mouth.
I Charlie's dick to keep him from driving down my
throat. I knew that was what he wanted to do, but I had
to be a good deal more relaxed. I was too tense from
wondering how much further Henry was going to drive his
dick into my cunt. Each time he drew back, he plunged in
deeper.
At last I had all of Henry's prick in my pussy. I could
feel it stretching me. It was such an exquisite agony.
He began banging hard into me. It became difficult to
breath. Henry's cock was so hard and went so far up into
me, it knocked the breath out of me with every thrust.
Between my orgasms and Charlie's prick in my mouth, I
was afraid that I might suffocate while these studs
continued to take their pleasure from me.
When I thought I was going to pass out, Henry started
pounding even harder. I didn't know how much more I
could take, but I didn't want it to stop. Charlie too,
was getting into his full stride. Suddenly he was
cumming in my mouth. The first squirt startled me and
hit the back of my throat which caused me to gag. I
began coughing and he finished cumming all over my face.
I had his jism on my lips, in my eyes and hair. I was a
mess.
The sight of my cum covered face must have triggered
something for Henry. I heard him grunt and I felt a
moist warmth spreading in my cunt as he shot his sperm
deep inside of me.
Henry pulled out of me without getting soft. I collapsed
rolling onto my side.
"That's right babe. Just keep rolling over. I'm going to
buttfuck you," Henry said.
Again I shivered. Not from fear of his enormous tool,
but what he couldn't know was how much I loved being
screwed in the ass. Also the cold, matter of fact way he
said it as though I had no choice.
When I was a virgin in college, I was terrified of
getting pregnant and being a good Catholic girl,
wouldn't take the pill. One of my boyfriends talked me
into letting him fuck me in the ass where I wouldn't get
knocked-up. In weak moment, I let him do it. He was well
prepared. He had something to lubricate me and made it a
very pleasurable experience. Yes, I had several orgasms
that first time. I discovered I liked it and I was
multi-orgasmic, something I took for granted until I
found out how few women were.
Within a week, I wanted him to fuck me for real (but I
still get a special thrill from being buggered). Within
a month, I was on the pill and had been fucked by five
different guys. That was when I first got a reputation
as an easy lay. College became one orgasm after another.
I even had guys sending their virgin friends to me to
initiate. Those were the days.
One of the things I regretted about the gangbang I was
in earlier in the week, was I was unconscious when most
of the really fun stuff happened and some of them
buttfucked me. I know they were rough with me, but aside
from some bruises and bites, I felt fine the next day.
"Sure, go ahead and fuck her ass off. She's paid for,"
Charlie said.
I resented the insinuation, but he was right. I had
accepted a gift for the date, but it was only an excuse.
I would have gone out with him anyway if I had owned a
nice evening gown. And yes, he could do whatever he
wanted with me paid or not.
I was on my hands and knees and Henry was probing my
cunt with his finger. He then used the juices to grease
my asshole. I tightened up as I felt his prick press
against my anus, I couldn't help it. If it was meant to
be a defense, it was useless as he pressed on past the
sphincter and he was in me. It was as though my butt
after resisting, just opened up and surrendered itself
to his prick.
As in my cunt, he slowly worked his way into me. Each
thrust took him deeper into me until he had completely
sheathed his dick in me. I had tears on my face the
feelings were so intense. I had to bury my head in my
pillow.
"I don't believe it. I've got my Johnson all the way in
this bitch's butt. Most women, even whores, have trouble
taking me in their pussies let alone their asses! You
said she was just a teacher. It must be Sex Ed," Henry
said.
"Hot damn! I haven't seen a show this good since that
donkey in TJ," said Charlie.
Henry started his pistonlike motion. Slow at first. It
felt like my insides were coming out. He increased the
pace. I found myself biting the pillow to keep from
screaming from the lovely pain. I was having what must
have been an orgasm on every thrust now. When it seemed
it would never stop, he came deep in my bowels and
slumped over me. It was then that I realized that I was
drenched in sweat and my pillow was soaked where I had
been chewing on it.
I think I lost consciousness for a moment for the next
thing I remember was they were both dressed and leaving.
I tried to get up to see them out, but it was no use. My
legs wouldn't hold me.
"I'll call you sometime," said Henry.
I had been warned that Charlie never saw the same woman
twice but I had made a hit with Henry.
"Do you know my number?" I asked.
"Sure, I wrote it down," he said.
When I heard them leave, I reached over to turn out the
light. I saw three one hundred dollar bills on the lamp
table. Charlie was right, he had paid for me.
END
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