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From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Jan The Slut [1/2]
Date: 30 Sep 1995 23:52:50 GMT

Editor's note: The first two parts of this work were in the redragon
postings of 1995. Subsequently the author `Dr Watson' posted three
more parts which are attached here to keep the full story intact.

			     Jan The Slut
				  by
			      Dr Watson
			       Part One
		    Teacher's Pet and Other Things

	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 any
thing 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 mini-skirts 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 grounds 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 honky 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 some how 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 honky 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 honky 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 thirteen," 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 eighteen-
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
i's 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 ole' 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. When ever 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.

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Jan The Slut [2/2]
Date: 30 Sep 1995 23:51:21 GMT

			     Jan The Slut
				  by
			      Dr Watson
			       Part Two
			 An Old Man's Darling

	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 head right. 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 to 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 an 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" plus 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 jizm 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 piston-like 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.

From: drwatson@cris.com (Dr Watson)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Jan the Slut, Chap 3 (M+/F, cons, interracial)
Date: 7 Apr 1996 04:47:50 GMT

			     Jan The Slut
				  by
			      Dr. Watson
			      Part Three
			      Go Team Go

	It was Monday morning and another school day. I scanned my
mail as I walked to my classroom. Yes, the announcement that the
school football team had won the Class AA State Championship. That was
great news. I had a number of the players in my English classes and
they would be so proud. The only bad thing about it was it marked the
end of the football season. I'm no great football fan, but the boys
practiced right outside my window sixth hour.

	As sixth hour is my planning period, I had spent most of the
semester watching these young hunks exercising in their tight football
jerseys or better, in just their gym shorts. I often fantasized about
what was in those shorts. Some of the boys had such prominent bulges.
Curiously, the larger bulges were not restricted to the black students
though they did have them most often. I got lost in the revery about
those boys when Butch, the black head coach, walked in.

	"Hey babe, how's it going?" Butch said.

	Butch had been an occasional lover of mine when my husband was
out of town. He had arranged for a surprise gangbang for me about a
month earlier on one of those occasions when my husband was away on a
business trip. Rumors of the party had been the scandal of the school
for a couple of weeks, but I'm was no stranger to such scandal.

	I had been an ugly duckling in high school who never had any
dates. I went wild when I got to college. Once I lost my virginity, I
was Miss Hotpants, and was one of the easiest lays around. I craved
being invited to parties and the fraternities soon caught on that I
would go with anyone who would invite me. Go with and put out for,
that is. They would get me to date their virgin members. I was a sure
thing. Later, when my weakness for alcohol became known, I was
frequently invited to parties where I was the only female guest.

	At the first such party, when I found out I was the only girl,
I was apprehensive and just wanted to go home. They kept pumping me
with rum and coke and the alcohol soon loosened me up. Someone put on
"The Stripper" and I began a drunken dance. They started calling for
me to "take it off". I giggled and tried to please the boys. When I
was naked, they moved me into one of the bedrooms and started lining
up at the door in a prearranged order.

	The next morning, I was ashamed and embarrassed by the events
at the party, but it set a pattern. Soon I was invited to one of those
parties about once a month. My reputation may have been damaged by it,
but I never had any shortage of guys asking me for a date. Of course,
no one wants to marry a girl with that kind of a reputation, which
meant I had to look elsewhere for a husband. I met Jack, my future
husband, on spring break in Ft. Lauderdale my junior year. He was an
Engineering student from a big engineering school in Colorado. He was
down for some advanced scuba training for off shore work instead of
for partying (he couldn't even drink and dive). Within a few moments
of knowing him, I knew he was definitely husband material. Luckily we
met in a restaurant rather than the bar I had been in the previous
night. He might not have understood my coming in second in a topless
dance contest at that bar (my third contest of the week).

	For the remainder of the week, we saw each other every night.
He had classes during the day so he always had to make it an early
evening. As soon as he had dropped me at my motel room around 10:00 PM
each night, I would go back out to dance and party the rest of the
night. I managed to get laid at least once every night this way.
Despite my fun-loving ways, I stayed a virgin with Jack though. It
wasn't until our last night together that he even kissed me.

	We corresponded the rest of that school year, but remained
separated by over a thousand miles. Jack had a summer intern job with
an engineering group which kept us apart for most of that summer. We
got a labor day week-end together with my parents and before the
week-end was over, he had proposed to me. We spent Thanksgiving with
his parents and were married over Christmas break. When I returned to
my school after my brief honeymoon, I had my own celebration at one of
the fraternities. My husband never knew of my past or my present
affairs and group activities. What a change from the good little
Catholic girl who used to have to make up things for confession.

	After graduation, when we were finally living together. I had
some pretty big dicks in college, but Jack's eight inches kept me
happy. I settled down to the quiet life of a typical yuppy housewife.
That lasted for about three years. It wasn't long after our daughter
was born that I started getting that old familiar itch. I had an
affair last fall with the white vice principal. We had been seeing
each other about a month and a half when his wife found out and
confronted us at my house. The story got around and the black dean of
boys soon took up where the VP left off. Butch started coming around
to see me after the start of this school year and also began bringing
some of his friends too. When I fall off of the wagon, I do it in a
big way.

	"Pretty good, Butch, and how are you doing now that football
season is over," I said.

	"There is always another season," he said. "Basketball is
coming up, but it was football I wanted to talk to you about."

	"Oh, what have I got to do with football, all of your kids are
passing in my classes."

	"The kids did good all right, and they deserve... a
celebration," he said slowly. "How would you like to be the
entertainment?"

	"Well, I am flattered, but surely you know that that's
impossible," I said. "I can't screw around with students. I could lose
my job over that. Besides, what would the kids think if they knew
about our activities?"

	"Oh, nobody important will find out and some of the kids
already know," he said.

	"What!?" I shrieked. "Who knows? How?"

	"Just a few of my better members of the team," he said. Which
I took to mean, knowing Butch's prejudices, only some of the black
students. "I showed them some of the pictures from our little party."

	I was silent for a few moments while I thought of the
implications. I was too drunk that night to remember any pictures.
When it was just a rumor, I could ignore the talk. The thought that a
number of people that were not involved might have certain knowledge
of what I had done disturbed me. The two groups I least wanted to have
such evidence against me were the white students and the female
faculty members. This was a southern town and the white kids may be
junior members of the KKK for all I knew. Their parents might not take
it well. They might do grievous harm to any white woman that willingly
let herself be used by a group of Negro men.

	The women on the faculty were a different matter. Though I
enjoyed being naked in front of men, I was very shy around other
women. I guess it was from being made fun of and teased by the other
girls when I blossomed well before the rest of my contemporaries. In
junior high school, I used to be ashamed of my large breasts and the
dark pubic hair around my pussy. Gym class used to be torture for me.
I have made a point of never being naked around another women since.

	"Have you shown those pictures to any of the white students?"
I asked.

	"Of course not," he said. "You think I want to be lynched?"

	"What about the faculty?" I probed.

	"The only people I trust on the faculty were at the party," he
reassured me. I calmed down and began thinking about the possibilities
of another party.

	"Its impossible for me to party with you this weekend. Jack is
going to be in town for several weeks."

	"Couldn't you make some excuse to get out of the house
Saturday night?" he asked.

	"Sure, I just tell him that I have a party to go to and come
home at three in the morning reeking of sex," I said.

	"You don't know. It might turn him on," he suggested.

	"No, Jack is too middle class for that, though he has been
more active in bed these last few weeks," I said. "I must be giving
off signals that I want to be fucked."

	"I've been hearing you gal, so think it over and see if
something can't be worked out."

				* * *

	That night I was just getting dinner on the table when the
phone in the room Jack uses as an office rang. He got up from his
chair and went to answer it. He listened for a few moments nodded,
said ok and hung-up.

	He came up behind me and put his arms around me. He held me
close and said, "That was the office. I have to make a site inspection
this weekend. I'll leave Saturday morning and I'll be back on Sunday."

	I missed him when he was on one of his trips, but I now had
other activities to keep me from being too bored. His parents always
kept our daughter on Saturday nights anyway. I felt a tingle of
excitement when I realized that I would be able to attend the
celebration after all. The next morning I told Butch the good news.

				* * *

	So here I was planning to be fucked by another group of boys.
Sure, I had done it countless times before I was married. As many
times as I had done it, there was always that delicious taste of fear
in turning myself over to a gang of men to do what ever they wanted
with me. Once I agreed to do it and was naked among them, I would no
longer have any control of what happened. My mouth, cunt and ass would
be their's. Just the thought of it always gave me a rush...

	My record was twenty men at the same party. The guys from one
of the fraternities were looking for a performer for a friend's
bachelor party. When they couldn't find a professional willing to do
it for what they could afford, they offered me the job. It had started
around eight in the evening and continued well into the morning. I
passed out about 2:00AM from a combination of alcohol and over
stimulation. They continued to fuck me for another two or three hours.
I lost count of how many times they had each used one of my openings.
It was one of the few times though that I had even been sore from
being fucked. Hours later, I woke up naked and alone in the motel room
with a hangover and upset stomach. I don't know if the upset stomach
was from the booze or the gallons of sperm I had swallowed.

	I am an avowed feminist, but I am terribly excited by sexually
dominate men. Sexually I love to be dominated, to be subject to the
will of a man or group of men. It is probably some latent masochism in
me that makes me want to be used and degraded sexually. I don't enjoy
being hurt, but I find some pain in sex is very stimulating.

	I met Butch at a bar on the edge of the black ghetto as we had
arranged. I didn't want my car seen near his friend's house. I left my
purse and ID in the trunk of my car. Butch drove me to a neighborhood
in the black ghetto I hadn't seen before. It was much worse than I had
imagined. The house we came to was an old wood frame duplex. I was
glad it was dark as I couldn't see how run down it really was.

	We stepped on to the rickety wooden porch and Butch found the
key over the door. As we stepped inside, I could see that it was a
shambles. Wallpaper was peeling from the walls and ceiling. There was
dust and the smell of rot everywhere. I was afraid to touch anything
or sit anywhere. We headed for the kitchen. There were three big
coolers on the kitchen table (there was no dining room) filled with
beer and ice... That was just what I needed to steady my nerves.

	I had put away two beers and was starting on a third when
Butch said, "You had better get undressed and ready, they will start
arriving in just a few minutes. You can use the bedroom and stay in
there until I come and get you."

	I nodded and started down the hall. I stepped into the
bathroom first and wished I hadn't. It was obviously a man's bathroom
and a woman's worst nightmare. I felt I had to clean everything I
might touch. When I finished there, I went on into the bedroom and
closed the door just as I heard someone coming in the front door.

	The bedroom matched the rest of the house. The window didn't
even have curtains. I saw a tube of K-Y on the night table. The bed
just had a bare, stained mattress. I looked in the closet for
something to cover it. I found a thin quilt that had holes in it, but
it would have to do. I also found a man's shirt that was large enough
to use as a robe, turned out the lights and started stripping my
clothes off.

	When I had taken everything off, I slipped on the shirt and my
shoes. The shirt obviously belonged to someone shorter than Jack.
Where his shirts swallowed me up this one didn't hid my bush in front
and certainly not my ass in back. The heels were too high for slippers
but they would keep my feet off of the dirty floor. I set on the bed
in the dark and wondered what I was doing here. Why had I let myself
be talked into this crazy situation... but I knew why. I could feel
myself getting wet just thinking about what all of those strong, young
bodies were going to do to me.

	I had heard the front door being opened half a dozen times
before I heard footsteps in the hall. As the door opened, I could see
Butch framed in the light from the living room.

	"What's wrong with the lights in here," he said as he flipped
on the light.

	"There are no curtains on the windows," I said.

	"Never mind that now. Are you ready?"

	"I guess so," I said.

	"Then come here," he said.

	I got off of the bed and walked over to him. He stopped me and
turned me around. I felt something descending over my hair and then
over my eyes as he put a blindfold on me.

	"What's this?" I asked in a panic.

	"Hey, these are just kids. They're shy and are afraid to be
seen by you," he said. "Besides, you don't really want to know if any
of your students are in the group do you?"

	He was right. I was taking a terrible risk making it with
students. This way I could deny knowing who any of them were. I also
got a buzz out of the idea of being fucked without knowing who was
fucking me.

	"Oh, I forgot to mention, I promised my friend, Greg, a piece
of your ass in payment for using his house," he said. "You don't mind
do you? I mean, what's one more dick to you?"

	Right, what's one more dick to me?

	With the blindfold firmly in place, he pulled off the shirt
that was around me. Before I could protest about the window, he
grabbed my arm and started leading me naked down the hall. I could
tell when we reached the living room from the whistles and catcalls.
Even with all of the times I have been naked in front of a group of
men, I still blushed and felt like covering up my breasts with my free
arm. Before I could cover myself though, Butch had stepped behind me
and taken hold of both of my elbows pulling them back to better
emphasize my tits.

	"Here she is guys, just as I promised," he said.

	Cries of "Your the greatest, coach," and "Would you look at
those knockers," the guys started laughing and joking among
themselves. Even with the blindfold, I could see flashes of light and
the telltale sound of polaroid cameras.

	"No pictures, please, " I whispered to Butch.

	"Of course they will take pictures," He said. "They want to
remember this evening. Nobody's going to show your husband if that's
what your worried about. That might spoil everybody's fun."

	I did worry, but there didn't seem to be anything I could do
about it short of trying to leave and even if I could, I didn't want
to.

	"All right now, settle down," he said. "Class will come to
order." They quieted down and he went on. "Now I know that some of you
are still virgins. Even those of you that have fucked your sweetie in
the backseat of your daddy's car have probably never seen a real woman
completely naked before. So that you don't embarrass yourselves and me
tonight, I am going to give you a lesson on female anatomy with our
willing subject here."

	If I could, I would have blushed deeper. He was going to stand
there and use my body to show these boys how a woman was put together.
It was one thing to stand before an unknown group of men blindfolded
and naked. It was quite another to have all of your body parts
intimately inspected by the crowd, but that was what was going to
happen.

	"This is a woman," Butch intoned. "This isn't one of those
no-ass, flat-chested bitches I've seen some of you running around
with."

	"These are tits," he said as he cupped his hand underneath my
breasts. "Call them boobs, hooters - what ever. You play with these
and women get very excited. The more excited they get, the harder the
nipples become. See how just holding them and talking about them has
made these hard. They respond to licking too," he said as he licked my
right breast, "sucking, biting," he continued to act out on my
sensitive nipples what he was telling the kids.

	I continued to hear cameras going off. There were at least
three Polaroids from the sounds and one of those 35MM cameras that
sounded just like my husband's Nikon. It frightened my that some of
the pictures might get back to my husband, but I have always found
being photographed naked to be a turn-on. This was no exception.

	I discovered the turn-on aspects of photography back in
college and have always enjoyed it. I let one of my boyfriends take
some very modest figure studies of me. They were very artistic and my
face hardly showed in them. I dropped by during the next week while he
was having a poker party for some of his friends. I was horrified that
he had blown the pictures up to poster size hand had them hanging on
the wall. I blushed deeply and hurried away. Behind my embarrassment I
was incredibly turned on at my exhibition by proxy. Later, I used to
pose with the guys in the frat parties in what ever way they wanted.

	Of course my husband takes pictures of me all the time. He has
his own darkroom so there is no limit to what he can take either. He
thinks I let him take those pictures to humor him. He doesn't know the
thrill I get when they are taken and when I get to see the finished
product. I know he carries some wallet sized nudes of me in his
pocket, I just wonder if he ever shows them to anybody.

	"Just make sure you don't bite so hard that you draw blood, as
that will make things too messy for the next guy," he said getting a
good laugh from the group. "You can squeeze them, twist them," (this
last made me gasp) "or you can just hang on to them so you don't fall
off." More laughs.

	"Now we move to the pussy," he continued. "Squat down and
spread your legs bitch so they can get a look at your goodies."

From: drwatson@cris.com (Dr Watson)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Jan the Slut, Chap 4 (M+/F, cons, interracial)
Date: 7 Apr 1996 04:48:53 GMT

			     Jan The Slut
				  by
			      Dr. Watson
			      Part Four
		  My Wife, the sexiest woman in town

	The first time I saw Jan, I knew she was something special.
Not just for the large breasts straining to get out of the shortened
wet T-shirt she was wearing, but her attitude. She was one of five
girls that were dancing in a contest in Ft. Lauderdale during spring
break. She was the most sexually exciting woman I had ever seen. Not
the prettiest of the contestants nor the one with the biggest boobs,
but there was something about her, something that radiated sex,
something brazen. The other girls, though they were enjoying the
attention, looked uncomfortable baring their breasts for the crowd.
She didn't look professional or anything like that. It was like she
was getting off on exhibiting herself.

	I watched her from the shadows. I couldn't take my eyes off of
her. Her enjoyment at her exposure was contagious. She reviled in the
attentions of the men. She was the fastest getting the wet shirt off.
Her large, hard nipples stood almost an inch out from her breasts.
From excitement or the cold? They were tenting her shirt before they
poured the water over her chest. She danced with abandon to Mitch
Rider's "Devil With The Blue Dress On". I was mesmerized.

	When all the contestants had danced, I was surprised that she
only took second place. It soon became apparent that it was because
the winner had brought her own group of friends to act as a cheering
section.

	With the contest over, the girls slipped their clothes back
on. Only Jan stayed in her cut-off T-shirt. Her tits were groped as
she moved through the crowd. Instead of being angry, she would just
smile at the fellows who were bold enough to try to feel her up as she
passed. I watched as she made her way to the bar and ordered a beer.
She was soon joined by two fellows, who if they weren't twins, were at
least brothers. They looked too old to be students. Probably a couple
of dirty old men hoping to score during spring break. They stood
talking for a while and the three of them left together before closing
time.

	I don't know what possessed me, but I followed them. They went
to a hotel on the strip and I watched as they got into a glass
elevator on the outside of the hotel. They were the only ones in the
elevator. I could see as it ascended that the two brothers were had
pulled up her shirt and were alternating between sucking her breasts
and pulling down her shorts. The elevator stopped on the eighth floor
by which time, Jan was standing naked between the two men. I watched
as they got out of the elevator and disappeared from view.

	The next night, I was waiting in line for a table at a
restaurant and who but Jan should come up behind me. When it became
apparent that singles were being seated in the least desirable
locations, I suggested we share a table and she accepted.

	We made the usual small talk during dinner: where are from,
what school are you going to, what's your major, etc. We tried to keep
it light, but we both noticed our immediate mutual attraction. I tried
to pay for her dinner, but she insisted that we were going dutch as we
had come in separately.

	After dinner we went out dancing. We had a few drinks (mine
were non-alcoholic because of my Scuba classes) and I made excuses for
an early night. We had both been on our best behavior. I didn't
mention seeing her half naked in front of dozens of men the night
before nor did she mention it. I didn't even try to kiss her that
first night.

	I slipped across the street to my car. I had a ball cap and a
T-shirt in the back seat that I put on. Then I watched to see what she
would do next. I could not believe that she would want to end her
evening at 10:00 PM and I was hoping to see her dance again. I sensed
that she wouldn't want to do that if I were around.

	About 10:15, she came out dressed in short-shorts and a halter
top. Her breasts were barely covered by the top and her ass checks
poked out below the shorts. She went back to the clubs on the strip.

	After a few drinks, she started a conversation with one of the
men at the bar. They left together about 10:50, and I followed them
out. They went to a nearby hotel where he must have had a room. (Not
only did these hotels not deal in the by-the-hour trade, but all of
the rooms in town were booked up months ago.)

	She came back down a little before midnight and went back to
the bar. A short time later the new man she was drinking with must
have made a suggestion. Jan looked at her watch and made a different
suggestion. They headed out behind the bar into the alley. I watched
from the shadows as they began kissing while he opened up her blouse
to play with her tits.

	After a little of this, she dropped down and opened his fly.
Pulling out his dick, she proceeded to give him the blowjob of his
life.

	When she finished, the guy walked off quickly, leaving her to
do up her clothes. When she had finished, she went to Summer's for the
wet T-shirt contest again. I stayed for part of the show, but the need
for sleep over came me.

	The rest of the week were virtual repeats of the first night.
I would drop her off early and then watched while she went back out to
get picked up in Penrod's before striping her clothes off at Summer's.

	On Sunday, I saw her off at the airport. I told her that I
would write. What she didn't know was that a very old friend of mine,
Dave Miller, went to the same state college. I asked him for
information about her. He returned a very interesting letter about the
school nympho who took on regiments of male students at frat and other
parties nearly every week-end. He even forwarded me a copy of a
Polaroid taken at a friend of his bachelor party. It showed her naked
with the groom-to-be in front of a room full of boys. The groom, still
fully clothed was sucking on of her boobs while feeling-up her ass as
she smiled at the camera. My friend was clearly one of the guys in the
background and there was no mistaking Jan's face and figure.

	The more I heard about her, a do anything girl, the more
captivated I became with her. She became the object of my fantasies. I
corresponded with her the rest of the year, but looked forward the my
friend's letters detailing those of her exploits he knew about.

	We were married over Christmas break later that year. She went
back to her school and I went back to mine. She continued her wicked
ways at her college and my friend continued sending me as many details
as he could find out about. When we finally were able to live
together, we moved to yet another college town where I started grad
school.

	Jan got a job as a teacher. Between my stipend and her salary,
we did pretty well. We screwed like rabbits every chance we got. Sex
was good and nearly normal. Jan's one hold over from her earlier days
was her need about every week or so to drink and engage in sex to the
point that she passed out. Our sex play involved all manners of sex
toys. Who ever joked that the way to cure a nymphomaniac was to marry
her was wrong. I simply could not keep up with her at these times and
had to have mechanical or fantasy help.

	She stayed on the pill while I was in graduate school, so it
wasn't until almost three years after our marriage that our daughter,
Cari, was born. We had stayed on in the college town for almost a year
after I got my Master's. I got a great offer so we moved after that
school year back to my home town.

	Jan got teaching job for the next school year and we were
doing very well. As a young engineer trying to work my way up to
senior engineer, I started putting in a lot of overtime. I had less
time at home but Jan's appetites continued unabated. I tried to keep
up with the demands the job and my wife's libido.

	This went on for several months. After the first of the next
year, I noticed a decrease in Jan's cravings. At first I barely
noticed it. Then when it dawned on me that she was less sexually
demanding. I guessed incorrectly that she was simply growing out of
her needs. After about two months, Jan was back to her old self and
even more demanding.

	It wasn't until the spring that I found out what had happened.
We were at a party put on by one of the other faculty members. I had
stepped into the kitchen to get Jan and I a drink. As I was starting
out, I heard one of the male faculty members talking to the husband of
one of the teachers about Jan. They were discussing her tits as I
stepped up behind them. There was a partition between us so they
didn't see me. I was interested in what they would say about her. Then
the teacher launches into a story about how the white Vice Principal
(a 43 year old man) and Jan had had an affair during the first part of
the year. The VP had bragged to everybody about how much action she
was giving him. He even showed her off to some of his friends when
they would go out for drinks. The upshot of it was, he had been too
indiscreet about it and his wife found out. She had followed him one
night and confronted the happy couple.

	After that, the VP's wife never let him out of her sight.

	I was thunder struck. It all became so clear to me. The dates
were right. That would explain why she didn't need as much from me. It
all fit. Knowing her history, it should have been the first thing I
thought of but it hadn't occurred to me. It should have though and it
was circling in my brain. At first, I was jealous, but the more I
thought about it the more turned on I got. My wife with another man in
my own home. The years of fidelity had dulled my sense of the
excitement at my wife's sexual exploits. The middle-aged VP was hardly
the stuff of fantasies though. It did start me thinking about her
fucking other men and reawakened images I held of her being fucked by
groups of men.

	After the affair with the Vice Principle, I became more alert
for signs that she was have an affair on the side. When I felt her
becoming more secretive, I decided I would try to find out what was
happening. The idea of her being with another man still excited me and
I wanted to know all about it.

	I put some of my engineering know-how to work on the problem.
I made the excuse that my real-to-real tape recorder was broken and
moved it to my workshop. I put a tap on the phone and a microphone in
the bedroom. With a voice activated switch, I felt it would be the
next best thing to being there.

	I was having to work a lot of evenings on a major project. I
thought Jan would use my late hours as an opportunity to meet or talk
to a lover. I was disappointed at first that my tape system failed to
record anything other than parents calling to discuss their little
darlings with the child's teacher - boring.

	About four days after I set up the system, I came home to a
shocking sight. Jan was passed out face down and naked on the floor of
the living room. Her spread legs were facing the door. It was apparent
that she had been well and truly fucked. Cum was oozing from her cunt
and asshole. Whoever left her like this wanted me to find her this
way. I got her into bed and rushed to my workshop.

	I could tell from the tape that the black dean of boys was
with her that evening. This was a surprise as with all of the
experience she had in school, her southern background had kept her
separated from gentlemen of color. I believe he was her first. He had
been rough and demanding. With his final act of contempt for Jan or me
or just whites in general, he forced her down on the living room floor
and buttfucked her. A combination of the drinks and over-stimulation
caused her to pass out. He purposely left her for me to find this way
as a sign of that contempt.

	I got her cleaned up and into bed. The next morning, I acted
as if nothing had happened. I could tell from her questions that she
didn't remember getting into bed and was trying to see if anything had
been unusual when I came home the night before. I reassured her that
she was already in bed when I got home. This relaxed her but left her
with several unanswered questions.

	The project was winding down and I was not having to work as
many evening. I kept up the pretense to allow Jan opportunities for
her affairs. I started watching the house at night. Each night, I
waited down the block to see what would happen. About three nights
after the dean of boys had been there, I saw the next door neighbor's
girl go into my house. A short time later, Jan left the house. I
trailed her car at a discreet distance. She drove into the black
neighborhoods. She pulled up to a local dive and went inside. I could
not follow her into this bar. I would have stuck out like a sore
thumb.

	Sometime later, I saw her come out accompanied by four black
men. They started for one of the cars parked out beside the bar. Then,
almost too quickly for me to see what was happening, a black woman
came running out of the bar screaming. She headed straight for Jan.
She started pulling her hair and managed to rip her blouse before the
men pulled her off of Jan.

	One of the men had to slap her to get her to go back in the
bar. The men continued and pushed Jan into the back seat of one of the
cars. I could see through the window of the car the men in the back
seat had Jan's blouse and bra off before they were out of the parking
lot. They made straight for a shabby motel. I pulled up across the
street to watch. The man on the passenger's side went into the office
while the others waited in the car. The action in the back seat had
continued all the way from the bar.

	The one in the office came out and indicated which room was
their's. The men got out of the car and were standing beside it as
their friend opened the door to the room. Jan was setting, naked but
for garterbelt and stockings in the door of the car, trying to get her
clothes back on. One of the men grew impatient, reached down, picked
her up and threw her over his shoulder. He carried the naked Jan ass
first into the room.

	I moved my car for a better vantage point and to a place that
would arouse less suspicion. I felt a tinge of jealous at what was
happening. Curiously, that jealousy wasn't from the fact that Jan was
being fucked by four black strangers, but from the fact that I was not
part of the action.

	I had to wait over an hour before the door opened again. The
men began filing out of the room. For a moment, I was afraid that they
may have gone too far and done serious a injury to Jan. Before I could
get too worried, I saw her stick her head past the door jam. A
conversation ensued and I saw them wave her out. She kept refusing and
asking for something. Once again one of them became impatient and
dragged her still naked out to the car.

	I loosely tailed them back to the bar. As I knew their
destination, it wasn't as important to keep them in view each moment.
When they reached the bar, they pushed a some what disheveled Jan out
by her car. They pulled into the parking lot and the three passengers
piled out for their cars. They quickly started their cars and left. It
took Jan a couple of minutes to find her keys and start her car.

	I only followed her long enough to know that she was headed
home and wasn't being followed by one of her new friends. It was too
early for me to be home if I was holding to my pattern, so I cruised
around for another hour. When I got home, she was already in bed and
seemingly asleep. As I crawled in bed with her, it was clear that she
had showered and cleaned off the effects of her party. The next
morning, she acted again as if nothing had happened.

	Toward the end of the week, I had to go out of town on
business. When I came back on Sunday, I went to my workshop to listen
to my tape... I heard her set the details for a date with an older
man. I also heard the resulting tryst with the old man and another man
who was apparently black, possibly the old man's chauffeur. It was
clear from the sounds Jan was making that she was having a very good
time. I was starting to get a collection of very hot audio tapes.

	Monday night, Butch, the black coach from her school came
over. This made it clear that she had a fixation on black men, but
this was more like it. I knew Butch. He and I had worked together on a
project for the school system. I counted him as a friend and felt I
could approach him with a proposition. After a while he left and Jan
was in bed again when I got home.

	I called Butch the next day. I asked to see him that evening
as I had a proposition for him that he would like. We agreed on a club
to meet and I rang off.

	We had picked a skin bar to meet. I got there early and was
enjoying the girls dancing when Butch came in. He found me and we
spent a few moments with the usual hand shaking and back slapping. We
settled down to drinks and watching the girls. We had discussions
about each of the girls' good points and bad points. After a few
moments we were discussing one girls tits.

	"Do you think her tits are as good as Jan's?" I asked. I could
see I had caught him by surprise.

	"I wouldn't know," he protested, trying to cover his surprise.

	"Don't worry Butch," I said. "I know all about last night."

	"Did she tell you?" he asked.

	"No, I was parked down the street," I answered.

	"I'm sorry man, it will never happen again, I swear," he said.

	"On the contrary, I want it to happen again and more," I said.

	He looked at me incredulously for a moment.

	"What's the deal man?" he asked. "You planning to divorce her
and need a reason?"

	"No, nothing like that. I have known that Jan could never be
satisfied with just one man and I get off on the idea of her making it
with others. My problem is, I want to be more a part of it and I want
it to be handled in a safe fashion. That's where I want your help."

	"What do you want me to do?" he asked.

	"I want you to set up some parties for her," I said. "The more
men the merrier."

	"Sure, I show up with half a dozen guys and she yells rape,"
he said. "No thank you."

	"She won't yell rape," I said. "In college, she was the school
gangbang queen and took on groups of guys each weekend. Get her a
little drunk and she will take on armies. I can tell that she misses
that. She picked up four black guys in a bar last week and screwed
them all at a motel."

	He thought about this for a moment. He watched the girls and
sipped his drink.

	"Ok, I'll tell you what I'll do," he said finally. "I'll take
a friend over with me and if she doesn't freak out on that, I will
arrange your party for her."

	True to his word, the next night he showed up with a friend of
his that I didn't recognize, another black man. They stayed for a few
hours and left. He was to drop off his friend and meet me at the same
bar. Again, I got there first. When he came in, he was all smiles.

	"Well, how was it?" I asked.

	"You were right man," he said. "She loved every minute of it.
When I suggested that I could get more, I could tell the idea excited
her. When can we set it up?"

	"Is this tomorrow too soon?" I asked. "You have that PTA
meeting so our daughter will be with grandparents. That should give
you the cover that you need to start earlier."

	"Shall I bring them to your house?" he asked.

	"No, you had better arrange for a Motel room," I said. "How
about that La Quinta out on the highway. It should be close enough to
the school to be easy to get to."

	"That's a good place all right, but if one of us black faces
tries to get a room there, they will assume that it is for a party and
get us raided," he said.

	"Point taken," I said. "Have Jan get the room before the
meeting then."

From: drwatson@cris.com (Dr Watson)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Jan the Slut, Chapter 5 (M+/F, cons)
Date: Sun, 24 Mar 1996 04:21:26 GMT

			     Jan the Slut
				  by
			      Dr Watson
			      Part Five
			       La Puta

	After I watched Jan entertaining the black members of the
football team from the school where she taught, she found out that I
knew all along about her extra-curricular activities. We actually
began to communicate our needs and fantasies better. Her pregnancy and
subsequent miscarriage reduced her libido for a while, but she slowly
regained her lusty nature. At first, we spent a lot of time sharing
our fantasies. It was over a year after that incident that we were
able to live out one of her fantasies.

	It was May of 1977. I had been working for an oil exploration
company for less than a year at the time. My engineering background
qualified me for many different jobs. Oil was in a boom at the time
and the pay was excellent.

	The company I worked for had a contract with the government of
a "banana republic" in Central America. The government was only semi-
friendly to the U.S. They liked Yankee dollars and know-how but didn't
like Yankees. The contract called for us to supply equipment and
processing with data collection to be accomplished by the locals. If
they could not find enough locals that knew how to use the equipment,
we would supply training in the States for the balance of the crew.
The company could only send "inspectors" when needed and no
supervisors.

	We were about a year into the contract when the data suddenly
went sour. The locals had tested all of the equipment and reviewed
procedures without finding the problem. So an inspector, yours truly,
had to go down to see about the problem.

	How long I would be gone was unknown. The company had policies
about dependent travel to such places, but Jan had to finish teaching
the school year. I hated the idea of a separation that long from Jan
knowing her needs, but that's why they paid me the big bucks.

	The place I was going to was in the back of beyond. Taxi
drivers wanted triple their regular fare to go that far back into the
hinterland. It was about a three-hour drive from the airport in the
capital. The government had built some temporary shelters for the work
crews in a small village near the site. They had built a somewhat
better dwelling for the inspector (part of the terms of that
contract!). The company had provided the furniture and a water
purification system for the "house". Two other inspectors had already
made extended stays in the place. They had given me recommendations
for things to take with me to improve the comfort of the place.
Spirits, I had been told, could be included in the company supplies
that would come weekly, so I was all set.

	The town was like any other oil boom town with the usual
supply of prostitutes who worked out of small rooms or cribs in the
back of the town cantina. There were only about four or five of them
at any time (some would drift out and others would drift in). The
girls had to service a crew of about thirty of the local roughnecks.

	The previous inspectors had each selected one of the girls to
stay with him through an arrangement with Juan, the owner of the
cantina who acted more like a booking agent than a whoremaster. Juan
would arrange for one of the girls to spend weekday nights with the
inspector or other VIP in residence as the roughnecks got paid on
Fridays. The oilfield workers would spend most of their salary in
Juan's cantina on the weekends on girls and booze. The arrangement
with Juan didn't take the girls completely out of servicing the crew,
but it did lessen the time that they had to spend in the cantina.

	When I arrived, the girls were immediately competing for my
attention. I was under no illusions that it was my rugged good looks
that attracted them, but the prospect of staying in the big house. It
was the flush toilet and ample food that attracted them. I wasn't
afraid of disease (this was pre-AIDS remember) as the company doctor
had given me a medicine cabinet full of drugs for whatever might come
up. Also, the weekly supplies included Penicillin tablets along with
my usual liter of Laphroaig (makes Glenlivit taste like rot gut and
brought over by our British subsidiary).

	Yes, of course I sampled the girls' talents. I decided to try
them out one by one, they would stay with me from Sunday night to
Thursday night. They worked the brothel on Friday and Saturday nights.
Despite all of this diversion, my mind was on Jan. An idea was forming
in my brain. An idea that would fit Jan's needs and our fantasies
perfectly. She had always had a whore fantasy. The situation was
ideal. She could be safely anonymous and at the end of my tour or the
end of summer, just walk away with no one the wiser.

	By the second week it was obvious that it was going to be an
extended stay. There would be ample time to bring Jan down for a
visit. On a trip back to the Capital to report on the progress on the
job. I picked up some clothes like the native women wore. They were
your usual white blouse and dark skirt. I wrote Jan a letter and sent
her the clothes.

	It was approaching Summer so Jan and our daughter would be out
of school. Our daughter normally spent part of the summer with Jan's
parents in another state so things would work out just about right. In
the letter, I had written I told her, to fly down like normal and
change her currency at the airport. She was then to take a taxi to a
particular cantina that I knew about in the capital city. There she
could to go into the ladies room and change into the clothes I had
sent her. She could catch another taxi the rest of the way. He would
probably want half the fare in advance to bring her. Actually, she was
to have the taxi drop her off about three miles from town where the
roads diverged.

	When she got here, she would have to act like one of the town
prostitutes. It would not be unexpected for her to make a call on the
big house, so she could come to the me first. I had sent home enough
pictures of the place that she would have no trouble finding it. She
was to bring nothing but the clothes as all else would have to be
provided locally.

	Jan had majored in Romance Languages and could speak Spanish
like a native. She had a good ear for languages and could pick up the
local dialect in just the few hours drive from the city. Also she is
one-quarter American Indian which lets her turn a very beautiful brown
when tanned. I felt she could pull the deception off and we would have
a great summer together.

	I knew the PanAm's schedules by heart and how long it should
take her to get out to the village. She should have been in town in
mid-afternoon, but it was almost dusk before I saw her walking into
town. I had sent the cook away earlier in the day so that there would
not be anyone around to disturb our reunion. She came up to the house
and stood with her hand resting on her hip in the style of a working
girl making a display. She had dyed her brown hair jet black. The
tropical heat had caused her to work up a sweat on her walk from the
road and the white blouse clung almost transparently to her breasts
(the natives didn't wear underwear). I shouted for her to come on
inside in my broken Spanish.

	Once inside, I hugged and kissed her. With one hand holding
her tightly to me, I felt under her skirt with my other hand. I found
her panties soaked.

	"I can see you are as excited as I am about your being here,"
I said.

	"Yes, but that is not where all of that came from. The driver
wanted a tip for his trouble too," she said with a lascivious grin.
"Actually, he wanted two tips, one before driving out here and the
other about three miles down the road."

	"You haven't been a whore but three hours and already you've
been fucked twice," I said.

	"I guess your right. I wasn't a whore yet when I inducted that
guy on the plane into the mile-high club," she answered. "By the way,
women don't wear panties down here. They're too poor and its way too
hot," I said.

	I couldn't believe it. She had screwed two men just on the
trip down here. I shouldn't have been surprised, this was my wife who
had been the gangbang queen at her college. Two men in less than ten
hours was certainly no record for her.

	While my mind was grasping this concept, I heard a faint knock
at the door. It was one of the girls, Rosita, who wanted to see if I
was going to change bed partners again. If so, she wanted to present
her resume. She was startled to see that a strange woman had gotten
there first. I immediately saw one thing that might give away the game
we were playing. At five foot eleven inches, Jan stood almost a full
head taller than the girl in the doorway. The girl was almost shocked
to see a woman so tall. Actually, Jan was taller than most of the men
in town.

	I told her that I had already made my choice, but thanks
anyway. She asked if I was sure I didn't want something a little
younger (and tighter?) while baring her small breasts. The Lolita
crowd would have loved her, but I had other plans.

	After she left, I turned back to Jan who was smiling at me. I
saw another thing that might trip her up. Her teeth were nearly
perfect. None of the peasants here had perfect teeth. I cautioned her
about smiling so much. Also she had to suppress her feminist ways and
learn to be servile. She was a peasant and more, a whore, which put
her on the lowest rung in this society.

	"If we are going to act out this little whore fantasy of
yours, you are going to have to submit to the demands of any number of
men," I said. "Men of all ages, sizes and state of hygiene. If you are
staying, I have to treat you like any of the other girls." Even if
that meant turning her into the hands of strangers for their rough
use, Though I had explained all of this to her in my letter, now that
she was here, any second thoughts had to be dealt with.

	"I think I can manage it," she said. "I got some pretty rough
treatment at those frat parties too, remember. Sometimes it can be
fun."

	"Well I hope so," I said. "Just remember this is your fantasy.
Trying to do it at a truck-stop in the States was too dangerous, too
much chance of legal entanglements." We had a joint fantasy of going
to a nearby town on one of the main Interstate highways. There was a
truck-stop there that was infamous for the highway honeys that
serviced the truckers. Jan felt that she could get enough cock in a
weekend at the truckstop to keep her satisfied her ~~ for a few weeks.

	"What about down here?" she asked.

	"Down here it's legal," I said. "The worst that could happen
is if they think you aren't what you say you are. Even then the only
thing they will do is deport you."

	"The only thing I am worried about is if I have to do
something with one of the other girls around," she said.

	"Oh you can count on that dear," I said. "You may even be
expected to do a scene with one of the other girls. Do you think you
could give a girl head?"

	"I don't know. The whole idea just makes my skin crawl," she
said with a shiver.

	"You had better start getting used to the idea if you want to
go through with the rest of your fantasy," I said.

	"Why are you letting me do this?" she asked.

	"I think it is an expression of love to for one partner to
help the other live out their dreams and fantasies," I replied.

	"Well, this certainly is a big one for me," she said.

	I helped her get her clothes off of her and moved her to the
bed. I looked down on her body and admired her tan. I also admired her
close cropped pussy hair.

	"Great tan," I said.

	"I started working on it the moment you mentioned the
possibility of coming down here," she said. "I think I increased the
binocular trade at the neighborhood stores too."

	"I'm sure you did your best to give them a good show," I
replied.

	"You bet I did," she replied.

	"I see you also had shaved your pussy," I noted.

	"After you said it had to be an all over tan, what else could
I do?" she asked. "Tanning between the ass cheeks was the real bitch."

	I started to climb between her legs to fuck her pussy when she
stopped me. "Not that way dear," she said. "Fuck me in the ass ~~
please. I need to have my asshole re-opened before all of those other
men put their nasty little things in little ole' me." This last little
bit was only to excite me, but I was only too happy to oblige. I
locked her passport in my safe and put her traveling clothes in the
back of my closet. After we talked, we spent a wonderful night. We
stayed in bed until late in the morning. When we finally got up, I had
to shoo her out as I did the other girls.

	"Enjoy yourself," I said. "Oh, by the way, the beer is safe,
but the whiskey is lethal. Most of it is local product and has a
higher lead content than they allow in gasoline."

	I introduced her to Juan who ran the cantina/bordello. We said
her name was Consuela. It is where she would have to work when not
employed at the company house. I arranged with Juan for her to be my
bedmate this week. (Strange feeling having to pay directly for sex
with you own wife.) Also, it was Juan who would have to assist in
getting her papers.

	Up in the remote mountains, it wasn't unusual for someone not
to have identity papers. No one was quite sure which villages were in
what country in that area. Three countries came together in the
mountains and the borders were fuzzy. Captain Ramone of the district
police was due by in a couple of days and could be persuaded to give
her a set of papers when he collected his usual license fee from Juan
(partially paid by one of the girls on her back of course). She would
help clean up the place during the day and come back to me before
dinner. It was unlikely that the bar would have many customers during
the day. The roughnecks were paid on Fridays, spent like sailors on
leave over the weekend and were broke the days in between.

	All day I was having trouble concentrating on my job. I was
thinking about Jan's being there and the fun we would have with this
escapade. I had a continuous boner all day thinking about her until I
got back to my quarters that evening. She was waiting on the porch for
me. She looked happy and bubbling over to tell me about her day. I had
to remind her to act servile even around me when we were in public.
She calmed down and we went into the house. She headed to the bathroom
quickly.

	She had to remain in character when the local woman that
cooked for me came by to prepare dinner. The loathing that the cook
felt for Jan was very evident. Decent women in the town felt that way
about all of the whores, but Jan was a stranger too, so that made her
doubly damned in their eyes. When the old woman finally left, we were
able to sit down to eat and let Jan catch me up on the day's events.

	I was right that there would not be much activity in the bar
today. They only had one customer who was passing through and stopped
for a bite of lunch and a beer. Juan, however, insisted on auditioning
her for a spot in his establishment. She passed with full marks. The
other girls kept their distance from her and even showed a definite
dislike for her. I am sure she looked like a giant or a freak to them,
owing to her size. Her only real problem had been the toilet. There
was just one for men and women and it was little more than a trench.
She had managed to last until evening, but did not want to think too
much about it.

	That night, again, we fucked like rabbits. I told her that
when the week-end came, I would have to select another girl, Rosita
this time, to stay in character. That meant she would have to hustle
drinks for the patrons of the establishment and take her place in the
backroom cribs. She knew that and was looking forward to it.

	The next day was a repeat of the first with Juan wanting to
verify her talents. All he wanted was a straight fuck. For a
whoremonger, he had very little imagination when it came to sex.

	On Wednesday morning, Captain Ramone came through town with
his driver. He came to the job site first so I knew he was in town. I
was very nervous about this part of the plan. If the good Captain
couldn't be persuaded to give her papers, she could be arrested. The
arrest wouldn't stick as we would produce her passport, but the fun
would be over. You can imagine my relief when I saw her on my porch
that evening. She was having a hard time containing herself until
after the cook left.

	The day had started like the others, but with Captain Ramone
arriving in time for lunch. He sat at one of the tables while the
girls served him. One of the girls took some food out to the driver
who could not to leave the Jeep.

	After lunch, Jan was taken into one of the backrooms for
Ramone to question. He had spotted her fine teeth and good health and
was not buying the poor peasant girl routine. She had to improvise
from what she knew of the culture. She tearfully told him that she had
been the wife of a rich industrialist in a neighboring country. She
had been caught in adultery and thrown out by him. Not just adultery,
but fucking a black man from Jamaica who worked for her husband. She
had to leave her town and spent the last two months going from town to
town without papers. She had been afraid of being found by the police,
but had been assured by these people here that it would be no problem
to get her papers to work as a prostitute.

	He looked at her or a long time. He then told her to undress
so he could examine her to be sure she was not carrying any diseases
for her license as a prostitute. She stripped off her blouse and
skirt. He had her get up on a table and proceeded to give her a very
thorough, but professional examine including drawing blood for
analysis.

	When he had completed the examination, he called Juan in. He
told Juan to get his kit. Juan disappeared and came back a few minutes
with what looked to be a tool box. Captain Ramone looked at her very
seriously and asked her if it was her desire to become a licensed
prostitute in that country. He informed her that all prostitutes were
required to wear a mark of their profession so that they could never
again masquerade as honest women. The mark was a tattoo of a P (for
Puta, whore) on the inside of her left thigh just below her pussy.
Knowing this, did she still want to go through with it. Jan took a
deep breath and answered yes. Juan got out his tools and proceeded to
tattoo a Roman `P' in black ink on her inner thigh.

	While Juan was doing this, Captain Ramone stepped out to his
car and brought in his brief case. He asked her questions while
filling out some forms as the tattooing was proceeding. The questions
helped her focus on something other than the pain of the needle.

	When he had finished filling out the forms, he had her sign
two different forms. One was her identity papers listing her
occupation as prostitute and the other was her license. With the
tattoo complete he had her, still naked, stand up against the wall. He
took out a Polaroid camera from his case and took her picture. He had
her turn sideways for another picture. Her back and other side were
also photographed. He then had her sit on the table and spread her
legs to show her new tattoo. He took a photograph that showed her face
and the tattoo at the same time.

	When all of the formality was over, he dropped his official
posture and told her to lie down on the cot in the corner. He began
undressing. In deference to her new tattoo, he had her get on her
hands and knees and fucked her doggy style to avoid rubbing the fresh
tattoo. He was rough, but not cruel in his treatment of her. He held
on to her breasts and squeezed them tightly while pounding into her
cunt. The situation more than the technique set off her orgasms. He
was affected by her reactions and came quickly. He dressed almost as
quickly while telling her that the forms and the pictures would be
part of her permanent dossier. Her photos could be used to identify
her if she committed any offense against the state. She would have to
submit to quarterly health examines to keep her license and did she
have any questions. She didn't and he left. Before she could get
dressed, Juan was in for his daily bump.

	When she returned to the main room, the other girls seemed to
be smirking at her. They had of course listened in through the flimsy
walls and heard the interrogation. They knew her now and she had her
status. They could feel superior to her because though they were
prostitutes, they were born to it and had known no other existence.
She was an adulteress and in their eyes deserved her fate. The girls
had a pecking order, from Maria, the oldest and toughest, to Rosita
the youngest. Now Jan would have to take her place as the lowest girl.

	She couldn't wait to show me her new tattoo. She did indeed
have a black letter P on the inside of her thigh. It was meant to
identify her, to any man who saw it, as a whore.

	"How do you feel about being branded a whore?" I asked her.

	"I always have been a slut, the mark is just more visible
now," she answered. "How do you feel about being married to a branded
whore?"

	"I knew you were a slut from the first night I met you. You
were and still are the most exciting woman I have ever met. I knew I
was marrying Rangy Lil," I said. "I always have liked examining your
body for the little marks made on you by the other men you were with.
This is just a more permanent sign of your being available for other
men to use."

	"It's funny you should say that," she said. "I had always
gotten a secret thrill out of those marks too. Sometimes I would ask a
lover to bite my tits or neck hard enough to leave a mark. I would
feel guilty and try to hide them from you, but I looked at them in the
mirror, remembered how I got them and my pussy would get wet."

	I couldn't take much more of this kind of stimulation so, I
grabbed her legs, turned her over and mounted her from behind to avoid
rubbing her new adornment. When we had finished, I got some ointment
out of my medicine cabinet and put it on her fresh tattoo.

	Thursday, was the same with Jan waiting when I got back. Juan
was still fucking her every morning and the other girls were shunning
her the rest of the time. There hadn't been any customers in the
cantina all day. Other than clean their clothes and bed sheets, there
was little for them to do around the cantina. Some of the women helped
each other out with their hair or makeup. No one offered to help Jan.
She couldn't even go shopping in the village market, as she had not
yet been paid by Juan for her services to me.

	I kissed her goodbye Friday morning. We both knew that if this
little ruse was to work, we wouldn't have much time for contact during
the next week. She would have to act the whore for any number of men
during that time. I would have to just wait out the time with my own
images of what she was doing. It stimulated us both, but we did
arrange a private signal in case she couldn't handle the situation.

	Friday night, I went to the cantina. This was part of my
regular routine and it would allow me to see how Jan was doing in her
full role as a prostitute.

	I went in and sat at my usual table. It was near the bar, but
on the wall where I had a commanding view of the whole room. I looked
around as casually as I could and couldn't see Jan. The bar had the
regular crowd of roughnecks drinking their local product tequila or
cervesa. If the images in your mind of this place are Humphrey Bogart
in a dinner jacket, get over it.

	It was the first time I ever took a close look at the men that
would soon be paying money to fuck my wife. Rough was an appropriate
moniker for them. Most showed the signs of their profession, such as
visible scars or missing fingers as a result of working around all the
heavy equipment and cables. Several had visible tattoos on their arms
or visible through the open shirts many of them wore. The tattoos
ranged from elaborate professional jobs to the ones they might have
gotten in prison with crude instruments. It was several minutes before
I saw one of the workers emerging from the back rooms. Jan came out a
few minutes later. She was smiling as she headed for what passed as
the restroom to clean up.

	Some minutes later she came out and headed for the bar. The
girls when not occupied in the back rooms, gathered at one end of the
bar. Jan stood some distance away from them. Clearly, she was not yet
accepted by them.

	From time to time one of the men would go over to chat Jan up.
The jealousy in the eyes of the other whores was very apparent. Some
of the men were bold enough to want to see if her boobs were real. She
would embrace the fellow and allow his hands to judge their
authenticity. Just watching the action was getting me excited.

	Finally, one of them wasn't just window shopping and he lead
her into a back room. I tried to control my breathing as they walked
off.

	While they were in the back, Captain Ramone came in. He was on
his weekend rounds and decided to stop by for a glass of beer. I waved
to him. He came over and sat at my table. I looked forward to these
little chances to chat with the good Captain. Not to be too much of a
snob, he was one of the few truly educated people I had met on this
trip and I welcomed his conversation.

	"Buenos noches, senor," he said.

	"Buenos noches, Captain," I answered.

	The Captain looked around expectantly. Clearly disappointed he
settled back into his chair.

	"Have you seen that new girl tonight?" he asked.

	"Yes, I believe she is with a client," I answered trying to
keep my voice steady.

	"She is a real woman that one and so knowledgeable," he said.
"You know that already, but then that is always the way it is with the
wives of the rich."

	"Why do you say that?" I asked.

	"When you are wealthy, you can afford to marry a woman for her
sexual abilities rather than how well she can cook," he said looking
at me. "Yes, the wealthy have many advantages."

	We made small talk about the weather and how the job was
progressing until Jan returned to the bar. Captain Ramone decided to
renew his acquaintance. He stood talking to her and I could see one of
his hands was rubbing her side and down to the side of her ass. I was
enjoying how freely the men were with feeling up Jan's body. Soon
Ramone came back to the table.

	"Can you believe the maracas on that one. You can see her
nipples straining at the blouse," he enthused.

	"One thing I have never understood is your tolerance for
prostitution in your country," I said.

	"We have a very enlightened regime," he answered.
"Prostitution is recognized as being inevitable. What we prefer to
devote our resources to is controlling the evils that often accompany
it. We attempt to control disease and prevent white-slavery; my
country outlawed all forms of slavery before your Lincoln even entered
politics. The girls here are free agents and cannot be restrained by
pimps as they are in your country."

	While we were talking, several of the men moved over to chat
Jan up and to look down her cleavage or at her nipples close-up
through the thin fabric of the peasant blouse.

	When one particular man approached, Maria went berserk and
attacked Jan. For a few moments, they were pulling hair and
scratching, I started to get up, but Ramone caught my arm.

	"It's best to let the sluts settle it for themselves," he
said.

	I sat back down because anything else would have been out of
character. I just hoped that Jan didn't get hurt. I was still prepared
to jump in if knives or other weapons came out.

	The fighting continued to the encouraging calls of the men in
the room. Out of the corner of my eye, I could even see bets being
made on the outcome. Though Jan was physically larger than Maria, she
did not have the experience of fighting that the smaller girl had.
Maria soon had the better of her. Once she got my wife in a choke
hold, it was all over. Jan quickly begged for peace. Maria released
her hold on her neck, but grabbed a firm hold on her hair.

	Maria pulled Jan by her hair, her clothes askew and one breast
hanging out, to one of the tables. She forced her to her knees beside
it. Maria sat on the table and pulled up her skirt. She forced Jan's
head between her legs. She was the victor and meant to humiliate the
vanquished. Jan was obviously reluctant to eat out the well used cunt
of the other whore. Maria tightened her grip on her hair and Jan was
forced to comply with her wishes. They had gathered a crowd by now to
see the new girl lick Maria's pussy. I could not see the action from
my table because of the crowd, but I could tell from the approving
nods and laughs of the men watching that Jan was doing what was
required of her.

	I knew that my wife didn't want to be sexually involved with
other women, but I also knew that she was an exhibitionist and would
get off on the action. It continued for some time. I don't know if
Maria got off or not. She finally had enough and released Jan pushing
her away. Jan staggered into the bathroom without even bothering to
cover her exposed breast.

	Some minutes later, she returned to stand again at the bar.
She was only there for a moment before one of the men approached her
and they were off to the backrooms. She would no sooner get back to
the bar some twenty to thirty minutes later than another man would
accompany her to a private room. I counted eight men within the next
three hours. Each time she came out, she would try to look at me
discreetly and smile.

	She was with a client when the Captain got up to leave. As it
was almost 11:00 P.M., I walked with him out to his waiting car. We
exchanged a few comments about the future of the region and I started
toward my accommodations while he drove off. My mind was racing with
the images of my wife serving as a cheap whore in that seedy bar.
Those images kept me hard most of the night.

	Saturday morning, the whores all got a bath. The decent towns
folks went to the river, but they wouldn't allow the women of the
brothel to contaminate their bathing area. So the girls had to use the
workers' showers.

	The workers had a row of open air showers near the barracks
that were inclosed only by waist high walls. Adequate for the men, but
not intended for women. Water was heated in big wood fired heaters.
The guys manning the boilers had a perfect vantage point for watching
the girls bathe.

	As it was, the whole crew turned out each week to see the
whores parade through the make shift shower. The girls had no place to
put their clothes inside the shower, so they were forced to undress
outside. This was the high point in many of the men's week. A time
when they got a show from the whores for free.

	At 10:00 AM sharp, the girls came for their bath. They walked
in a lose file that showed the pecking order most clearly. Maria and
Carmen in the lead with Rosita and Jan bringing up the rear.

	When they reached the showers, Maria shouted up to the workers
on the boiler to make sure that the water was hot. The girls began
undressing to the cat calls and whistles of the workers standing some
distance away. I could even catch glimpses of some of the local young
boys peeking and giggling at what they saw. Jan's nipples stood out
betraying her excitement at the little public show she put on.

	My camera and I had become something of a fixture around the
village, so no one took a second glance at me taking pictures of the
girls showering. What they might not have noticed was that I tried to
get some of the watchers in each of the photos. I have always enjoyed
taking pictures of nude women. I found out that it was an even bigger
thrill taking pictures of women nude in public. Pictures of women
showing themselves to a group of men, say in a nude bar, excite me
more than pictures of the same women posed in a studio.

	The girls were soaping up with Carmen helping Maria and Rosita
helping Inez. Jan was left to fend for herself. The girls washed most
of themselves without regard for the watching men. For modesty's sake
though, they crouched down to wash there private parts except Jan. Jan
brazenly used the soap liberally on her pussy and seemed to relish
rubbing her cunt in front of the men. The effect was not lost on the
assemblage.

	The girls finished their showers and dressed all under the
watchful eyes of the roughnecks. When they were dressed, they walked
slowly back to the cantina in the same order they had come.

	Saturday night, the cantina was standing room only. Word of
the brazen new girl and the cat fight had gotten out to neighboring
work camps. There were thirty to forty men in a bar that was meant to
handle half that many. If Juan hadn't reserved a table for me, I
wouldn't have had a place to sit. There was only one other unoccupied
table and it was up by the bar. As I looked at the crowd, I began to
worry about Jan's ability to take on this many men. She had told me
that she one time took on thirty men over a weekend in a frat house in
college, but here she might have to take on that many or more in just
one night.

	There was a great deal of excitement going through the crowd.
Juan had announced that tonight, some of the girls were going to put
on an exhibition. This was done in these places occasionally. He
evidently reasoned that if last night's accidental exhibition had
drawn in nearly three times the number of customers that he normally
had, he could keep attendance up with a floor show.

	Captain Ramone showed up too. He was of course welcome to sit
at my table. When the project supervisor, a man I rarely saw in here,
came in, I invited him over too. We sat and talked about our jobs and
tried to stay occupied until the show started.

	When the mood seemed right, Juan gave a sign. In came Maria
leading a Jan by a leash fastened to a collar around her neck. Jan's
hands were tied in front of her and she was wearing only her sandals
and the collar. Carmen followed them in. They led Jan to the table by
the bar. The men shuffled around to get better vantage points.

	Jan was made to lay across the table on her stomach. I knew
what was going to happen as I had seen this before at the party Butch
gave for the members of the football team. That also told me this was
Jan's idea so I could relax. They weren't making her do something
against her will, but something she planned herself.

	Maria and Carmen stripped off their blouses to the
encouragement of the men. When the shouts had died down, they took off
their skirts. The crowd's tone changed when they saw that the girls
were wearing strap-on dildos. What had been good natured cheers turned
into a lecherous roar at the sight. The audience now knew what was up.
Carmen was wearing one that was both long and thick, while Maria's was
shorter and thin.

	They both turned so that Jan could see what was in store for
her. Jan's eyes got very wide. Carmen moved to between her legs.
Maria, still holding the leash, pulled her head up. Jan acted as if
she wanted to resist taking the dildo in her mouth, but could not keep
her mouth closed when Carmen jammed the one she was wearing into her
cunt. Maria used the opportunity to shove hers into Jan's mouth. She
stuck it in so far, that Jan almost choked. Meanwhile, Carmen was
working hers deeper into Jan's cunt. After a few strokes, she was able
to insert the entire length of the 10" rubber cock into Jan's pussy.
Maria was showing her enjoyment in holding Jan's head and fucking her
mouth.

	They kept this up for maybe four minutes. Jan kept looking in
my direction. Her eyes didn't betray any real discomfort with what was
happening. Then Maria abruptly pulled out of her mouth and Carmen
withdrew from her pussy. They stood her up on wobbly legs. Carmen laid
down on the table with her legs toward the audience. Maria grabbed
Jan's collar and pulled her up on top of Carmen. She made Jan sit on
Carmen's false dick. Slowly Jan impaled herself on the rubber
contraption.

	When she had it fully in her, Maria pushed her down flat on
top of Carmen. Jan's tits were practically hanging in the mouth of the
smaller woman. While sucking on one of Jan's tits, Carmen wrapped her
arms around her and held her down while Maria moved behind her and
began working her dildo into Jan's asshole. Jan gritted her teeth and
shook as the hard object invaded her sphincter. She began to relax and
closed her eyes as Maria started fucking her in earnest. From our
place in front, we could easily see the dildos going in and out of
Jan's holes. We watched the objects ravishing her separated by only a
thin glistening strip of flesh between her cunt and asshole. I wished
that I could see the look on her face as I was sure she was having a
good time.

	The thought of this scene from Butch's party being repeated
here made me wonder why Jan had picked it. Then it hit me. Maria just
thought she was getting a chance to humiliate her rival, she was
actually playing into Jan's hands. Jan was showing off what she could
take and encouraging the men present to try some of what they saw
here. She was showing them that she could take them in any number and
in any hole. It was her favorite game and she wanted to play it here.

	The whores continued to fuck Jan for about five minutes with
their fake dicks and they stopped. All three were covered with sweat
as Maria got off of Jan. Jan lay there limp on top of Carmen her ass
hole still wide open. Maria moved to help her get up off of Carmen.
Jan stood, supported by Maria, on wobbly legs as Carmen stood to
acknowledge their ovation. Maria and Carmen were smiling but Jan had a
glazed look on her face following her display. As the applause died
down, the girls helped Jan into the backroom.

	Maria and Carmen quickly returned to the bar, but it was some
minutes before Jan returned. She still looked unsteady on her feet,
but she was smiling again. No sooner was she at the bar than she was
approached by one of the men. Their negotiation was over quickly and
they headed for a backroom. I knew she must be in seventh heaven from
all of the male attention she was getting.

	When she and her client returned later, she was proposition by
three men at once. The men were already feeling her up and had her
tits uncovered as they took her to the booths. From then on until I
went back to the company house, she wasn't in the bar more than a few
minutes before a group of men in twos, threes and fours were leading
her to the backrooms. Sunday morning I got up and dressed in time for
Mass. I am not Catholic my self, in fact, I am a devout member of the
Church of the Inner-Spring (as in mattress, we sleep late on Sundays),
but everybody here goes to Mass. If I didn't show up, it would be
noticed and might cause some animosity. I had a talk with the priest
when I arrived. He said he hoped I would come to Mass. I told him that
since I wasn't Catholic, I didn't feel it would be proper for me to
take part in Communion. He agreed.

	I took my place near the rest of the parishioners from the
town. The girls from the cantina were in their place at the back in
the "Magdalene row". Even here in church, the girls were ostracized by
the town's people. I didn't see Jan among them. A few minutes later, I
saw her coming out of the Confessional ~~ the last to be confessed. I
secretly wondered what she would be able to confess.

	When the Mass was over, Jan and her colleagues were the last
to leave. I watched as they headed back to the cantina. Rosita would
be coming to my bed that night and every other night that week. When
she came, it was all I could do not to ask about Jan. I had to
practice great restraint not to show greater interest in Jan, but even
as I was fucking the diminutive Rosita, I imagined my wife fucking
that long line of men in the bar.

	As it was not my normal routine to go to the cantina except on
weekends, I had little contact with Jan that week. It seemed like
forever, but eventually it was Friday night again and I was at my
table. Though not as crowded as last Saturday night, it was none the
less crowded for a Friday night and more men arrived each hour as the
evening wore on.

	During the early evening I watched as Jan made three trips to
the back rooms with two or more men each trip. As it got later and
even more men wanted to have a chance at Jan, the numbers of men each
trip began climbing. It became a game for the men.

	When Jan could take on three men in the space of half of an
hour and look none the worse for the wear, it was a challenge to the
men and they started taking her on in numbers four to six at a time.
It took longer for her to return to the bar, but her smile indicated
she was having a very good time.

	I had to get up early the next morning so I left the bar a
little after 10:00PM. Jan had just left with yet another group. She
would probably be up most of the night satisfying the oil field
workers.

	Saturday morning I had to go into the capital to pick up some
equipment the company had shipped that I thought might fix our
problem. I was not able to watch the girls bathe that morning, but I
was back at my table in the evening.

	I was at my table at seven that evening. I got to watch Jan go
off with three customers before eight. Two as singles and one pair of
men.

	Everyone was watching expectantly for what would happen next.
Jan had not come back out after her last customer some twenty minutes
ago. The crowd was anticipating that she would be part of whatever
show was again going to be put on that night.

	Soon, two of the girls left the bar and went in to the back
area without customers. A few minutes later they returned leading a
man who looked to be about six foot six and weighed at least 300
pounds. His facial features and simple expression betrayed the fact
that he must be the village idiot. His face showed some fear of the
gathered crowd. The girls managed to get him to sit down on the table
by the bar. They stayed close to him to keep him from bolting out the
door, but not too close as they could barely contain their disgust for
him. The Captain told me his name was Jorge and that he was from a
neighboring village where he had to be kept locked-up in a barn with
the other animals as he put it.

	As the expectation rose, Jan came out came out. I could see
that Jorge relaxed as Jan approached him. Evidently, he already knew
her well enough that her appearance relieved his fears.

	She began to sway in front of him in a music-less dance.
Leaning over, she cupped his face in her hands and kissed him. Backing
away slightly, she pulled her blouse up and released her tits. He
reached out for her. She let him suck on one of her tits while she
started undoing his shirt.

	When it was unbuttoned, she moved his head gently away from
her breast and pulled his shirt off. Dropping to her knees, she untied
the rope holding his pants up and started pulling them down. As she
pulled them past his crotch, the start of his dick could be seen.
There seemed to be no end to it as his pants continued down his legs.

	Finally, it sprang into full view. It must have been over
twelve inches long, but more remarkable was it was at least three
inches in diameter ~~ about the size of a salami.

	Jan paused at its appearance. She turned her head around and
gave the audience a shocked look, which gave the men a good laugh,
before going back to the job of removing his pants. When she had them
off of his legs, she turned her attention back to his enormous cock.
Taking it in her hands, she made it clear that her hands weren't large
enough together to go around it. The uncircumcised head of his prick
was a knot the size of my fist with the foreskin gathered like a
turkey's wattle around his piss hole. This she attacked with her
tongue. Then, pulling the foreskin back to expose the pink head of his
penis, she put as much of the head in her mouth as she could, which
wasn't half of it. She licked all around the head and stopped to lick
the under side. It was having its effect on Jorge. His cock looked
like it got even bigger.

	Jan stopped licking and stood up. She looked over her shoulder
at the gathered men and winked while pushing her skirt down off of her
hips. She posed there nude for a few seconds and then straddled
Jorge's legs with her back to the men as she climbed onto the table.
Raising up, she put the head of his penis against her opening. Slowly,
she lowered herself onto the waiting dick. You could tell that
everyone was holding their breath as she impaled herself on his pole.
She paused every few inches and raised up before continuing to move
down. It took some minutes, but she finally had the entire length of
his dick buried ball deep in her cunt.

	When she felt she had settled well onto his prick, she began
moving up and down pistoning the shaft deep inside her. I noticed
around me that money was changing hands over some of the tables. There
must have been a few wagers on whether she could take all of it up her
cunt. I had had no doubts.

	When she was having her secret affairs, one of her black
lovers bought her a dildo about that size. He enjoyed watching her
take it to the base. When it was in place, he would fuck her in the
ass. He said it made her ass even tighter for him. She has used it
several times since then for my entertainment - and hers.

	She soon had a good rhythm going and he was holding her ass
cheeks in his massive hands. His mouth was fastened to one of her tits
as though he was desperate for it. After some minutes, Jan whispered
something into his ear and stopped her up and down movement easing
herself balls deep onto his prick.

	He wrapped his arms around her back and stood up keeping her
on the spike of his cock. She wrapped her dancer's legs around him. He
proceeded to walk among the tables as Jan gave him instructions. They
paused at each table to allow the men seated there to get a closer
look at her pussy enclosing the monstrous phallus.

	When she stopped at our table, the Captain reached over and
spread her ass cheeks to get a look at her stretched asshole.

	When they had made a complete circuit of the room, Jorge laid
her on the table and proceeded to fuck her while he was standing up.
He would withdraw about six or seven inches and jammed back into her
on each thrust. The table shook each time he did this and her tits
jiggled wildly. Jan had an expression of apprehension on her face as
though she expected to be hurt by his pounding. It didn't take long
for him to begin showing signs of an approaching climax. The moment
that he started to cum in her cunt, Jan quickly used her legs to push
off of him and grabbed his spurting dick as it splattered her stomach
and breasts to bring it to her mouth. It spurted once more on her face
before she got her mouth on the head of his penis. She pumped
furiously on his shaft to milk as much semen out of his balls as she
could. A little dribbled out of the corner of her mouth (I think for
dramatic effect) as she sucked him.

	When she had finished, she turned her face toward the
audience, smiled and made a big production out of swallowing. There
are several seconds of quiet before the crowd erupted with applause,
cat calls and hooting; they were breathing again.

	Two of the girls helped Jorge into the back room while Jan
scooped up their clothes. She made a big production of bending over
with her round ass toward the men in the bar. When she was fully bent
over her open cunt was clearly in view. It had not yet closed from the
reaming it had just received. This started another round of noise from
the men. Still bent over, Jan looked back and smiled.

	The girls returned to the bar, but Jan did not come back for
some time. Some of the men got tired of waiting for her and started
pairing off with the other girls. When she had not returned to the bar
by 9:30, some of the men from other sites began to leave. It was
almost 10:00 PM before Jan came back out. She was mobbed by men who
wanted her. Juan had to step in to negotiate a price and an order. She
left with three men. In twenty minutes those three came out and
another three went in. That night they were going for volume. I got up
to leave around 10:45 PM after her third group had gone back.

	Before I left, I told Juan that I wanted Jan to stay with me
this coming week. He looked disappointed, but agreed. Being the good
Whoremaster that he was though, he insisted on an increased price. I
said that was fine, chuckling to myself that Jan would enjoy the fact
that she was now commanding a premium price.

	I was feeling the frustration of having witnessed my wife
working as a whore that week without being able to talk to her for
more than a few seconds in passing. My mind was on the coming evening
and the week ahead that I would have her in my bed again. I knew that
I would see her again in a few hours and that she would have much to
tell me about her week in a bordello.

	I saw her again that morning in church. She looked so angelic
setting there in her black mantilla. Who would have believed that this
woman had taken on the roughnecks of at least four drilling crews over
the past two weeks. She must have had enough pipe laid in her to have
struck oil by now.

	I was restless all afternoon. I had to go for a long walk just
to keep myself occupied until she came to me. As usual, I shooed the
cook out early. When the sun was getting low over the hills, I saw her
walking down the main road from the town square. I met her at the
door. She came through the door with her head down in proper
subservient form. That changed as soon as I got the door closed. She
was all over me hugging me while kissing me frantically.

	"Thank you, thank you, thank you," she said in a rush. "This
has been the most wonderful vacation I have ever had. I can't believe
how much fun I've had."

	"Slow down," I said. "I want to hear everything."

	"I hardly know where to begin, but first, I need a bath," she
said.

	When she finished her bath, we lay down on the bed and settled
into each other's arms.

	"Start from week ago Friday after you left here," I suggested.

	"Yes, Friday went like the other days that week with Juan
wanting to fuck me first thing when I got back there," she said. "The
first customers didn't show up until almost seven that evening. It was
such a thrill asking that first one for money. I had just finished up
with him and returned to the bar when I saw you."

	"So that was you very first customer I saw coming out?" I
asked.

	"My very first," she announced, "but not my last."

	"Yes, I noticed," I said. "I also noticed that a great deal of
window shopping went on that first night. It reminded me of the
shoppers squeezing the melons at the store."

	"Well, like the melons," she said, "I was for sale. Why
shouldn't they check out the merchandise before they buy? That's why
we girls are there."

	"And such lovely, soft merchandise too," I said as I caressed
her breasts.

	She pulled me tighter to her. "Don't be gentle with me. Fuck
me, fuck me like the whore I am," she said.

	With encouragement like that, what was a fellow to do. I
pushed her down to her knees where she attacked my zipper. No sooner
was my dick out of my pants than it was in her mouth. I could hear the
noises as she greedily sucked. Pure and simple the woman loved cock ~~
all shapes, sizes and colors. That's not quite true. Her southern
upbringing made her get a greater thrill in doing it with blacks or
other dark skinned men.

	After a few minutes of her sucking on my prick, I pulled her
up, turned her around and pushed her onto the bed on her hands and
knees. I moved up behind her and through her skirt up to uncover her
ass. Dropping my pants, I rammed into her already wet cunt. I used my
left hand to push her head down into the bed clothes to balance
myself. looking down, I saw her well used asshole. I inserted the
thumb of my right hand in her open hole and held her ass cheeks in my
open hand so that she could not move as I pistoned away in her cunt. I
came off quickly. When I recovered, I carefully rolled the two of us
over so that I would stay inside of her.

	"It's still not the same," she said with some disappointment.

	"What do you mean?" I asked.

	"When we have sex, you make love to me," she said. "When I am
with other men, they use me to satisfy their lusts. I don't know how
to explain the difference, but I get a thrill from being a whore for
them to do with as they wish. Also, it frees me from worrying about my
partners pleasure and concentrate on my own. Do you see what I mean?"

	"I know what you mean, I have had similar experiences," I
said. "It's funny that we have to seek sex with others because we love
each other too much to treat the other as just a sex object."

	I held her close as both of our breathing returned to normal.
I moved my dick inside her every few minutes to help maintain my
erection while she told me of her week as a whore.

	She told me how the girls despised her from the moment she
showed up. Little Rosita had already told them she was coming and had
given a very unflattering description of her to the other girls. Her
height made her a freak to them.

	The women were particularly jealous when she started getting
all the attention the first night. When one of Maria's "regulars" was
interested in her Maria had all she was going to take. That was what
led to the fight I had witnessed.

	The fight was real. Maria would have liked nothing better than
to scratch her eyes out. It seems that it is quite common in fights
among whores for one to disfigure the other to reduce their ability to
attract patrons. It was only the ease with which Maria had gotten the
upper hand that convinced her that Jan could be dominated.

	"I was ready to do whatever she wanted," Jan said. "I couldn't
believe it when she wanted me to lick her filthy snatch."

	"I remember when you had told me that you couldn't do anything
with a woman," I said.

	"I didn't want to, but she didn't give me much choice did
she," Jan answered. "The hardest part was trying to hold my breath
while down there. The taste was about like some of those uncircumcised
guys that don't wash themselves very often."

	"You did seem to head to the washroom pretty fast," I said.

	"I had to wash my face and try to get rid of the smell and a
drink at the bar to get rid of the taste," she said. "It did seem to
make me more popular. Juan wanted something special the next night.
Maria wanted me to eat her out again, but I suggested the dildo
scene."

	"Where did those strap-ons come from?" I asked.

	"Juan keeps them around for clients that want a whore to fuck
them," she said.

	"Some of these roughnecks really want a woman to do that to
them?" I asked incredulously.

	"Oh, yes. Some of these macho types really want to be
dominated," she said.

	"Did you ever dildo fuck any of these guys down here?" I had
to ask.

	"I sure did," she said. "It was pretty kinky. I think I am
beginning to understand what you once told me about the power trip you
guys get fucking some girl in the ass. It was a real kick to fuck some
of those guys, holding them down and listening to them squeal."

	"After that first night, you usually had several men at a
time. Did they have you fuck them in those groups?" I asked.

	"No, they would slip in on week nights when there weren't many
customers around. They were very embarrassed about their needs, but
I'm getting ahead of my story," she said.

	She proceeded to tell me about the men who wanted to fuck her
following her wrestling match with Maria. Most of the men were
overwhelmed by the size of her tits. They squeezed, pulled and chewed
on her boobs at every chance. Each night after the cantina closed,
Jan's breasts would be so sore, she could not even stand to cover them
with a blanket.

	"I have never seen so many uncircumcised men in all of my
life," she said. "It adds a little extra nastiness to my sucking of
their dicks."

	"I thought you didn't like the taste most of them have," I
said.

	"True, but for the worst ones I had a little basin and a bar
of carbolic soap," she said. "I think the smell of Lifeboy will be
enough to get me horny from now on. A little mustiness though is OK
and as I said, adds a little something extra. It makes me feel cheap
and dirty which get me off."

	"Go on with your story," I prompted.

	"The men got rougher after the fight with Maria," she said.
"They seemed to enjoy holding me down and forcing their dicks in my
mouth; or bending me over a chair to fuck my ass. I loved it."

	"Wasn't that awfully hard on your asshole with them trying to
be rough?" I asked.

	"I took the precaution of greasing myself up real good before
the first customer," she said. "After that, I stayed wet for the rest
of the evening. The only problem was that it went too slowly and I
didn't get fucked by that many men the first night. I only had nine or
ten."

	"I was horny as hell from watching you that first night," I
admitted. "I was already missing you."

	"I saw you taking pictures of the girls in the showers the
next morning," she said. "I hope I put on a good show for the camera."

	"You nearly melted it," I said. "I didn't for one minute
believe that the show was just for me."

	"Well I admit that I was advertising," she said. "I wanted all
of those men to be so horny that they would all want to fuck me that
night. When I got back to the cantina, Juan had come up with the idea
of another show that night. The dumb shit wanted us to fight again. I
suggested that the men might be on to the fact that it was staged. He
said they wouldn't mind if enough of our clothes were ripped off. I
again told hem that we could come up with something better."

	"That's when you came up with having them fuck you with the
strap-on dildos?" I asked.

	"Oh, I let Maria think it was her idea, but it kept me from
having to eat her smelly snatch again," she said. "We had the strap-
ons around for those guys that wanted to have a woman fuck them... "

	"Maria wanted to have the fight again with her fucking me at
the end," she said "but I hinted that the fight would be unnecessary.
I managed to get Carmen involved in the plan because I wanted to do a
show with more than one of them fucking me. I hoped it might give the
men ideas. It did work and was even worth putting up with Maria's
shit."

	"It certainly was an impressive performance," I said.

	"I'll say," she replied. "It seemed to be a contest after that
to see how many of my holes the guys could fill at one time. You know
that's my thing, so I was in heaven. I never had less than three men
at a time after that. They would even try to see how many dicks they
could get into my pussy, mouth or ass at the same time."

	"Oh, what was the record?" I asked.

	"Three in my mouth, two in my ass and, don't ask me how, three
in my cunt," she said. "Not all of the records were gotten at the same
time mind you."

	"I wish I could have seen that," I said.

	"I don't remember that much about it myself," she said.
"Nothing gets me off faster than a group of guys rushing to see who is
going to fuck me first."

	"Didn't that make the other whores mad at you?" I asked.

	"Yes, but they also thought that only the lowest of whores
would let men do that to her," she said with a chuckle. "It didn't
bother me a bit to get a reputation among whores. As it was, I stayed
in a state of sexual bliss the rest of the night."

	"Any thing exceptional happen during the week," I said.

	"Only that the Captain stopped by three times," she said.
"They told me he usually came by only once a week. He is a very
interesting lover. He could be very intimidating if he chose to be.
Most of the time he just wanted a blowjob though."

	"You must have made some sort of impression on him," I said.

	"I guess," she replied. "It was boring though with out him and
Juan. Other than the couple of guys that wanted special services,
nothing much happened until Friday night. Friday the groups keep
getting larger. The other girls got madder. They complained to Juan.
He saw a larger group of customers and decided that things were just
as he wanted them. By the way, I didn't see you Saturday morning when
we were taken to the showers. If you can believe it, men must have
come from the nearby camps to watch us that morning."

	"Sorry I missed it," I said. "I had to go to the capital."

	"Well you were there Saturday night so you saw all that
happened," she said.

	"Weren't you afraid that your male star in that performance
would rip you apart?" I asked.

	"Dear, I have had bigger things jammed up my cunt before," she
said some what condescendingly. "Besides, we had rehearsed most of the
afternoon. I had to do that to calm him down enough for the
performance. Poor boy has a perpetual hard-on. Him I'll miss, but I
won't miss not being able to take a bath each day. Thank God I get to
come over here every night this week. I keep having this horrible
vision that you would pick some other girl or leave me here when you
go back."

	"Not a chance," I said. "I couldn't wait to get you back here
and as far as leaving you behind, where would I ever find someone as
exciting as you are. No, I know I have a good thing and I intend to
keep it."

	We made love again slowly and fell asleep in each other's arms
again. The rest of week went as the previous ones. Captain Ramone
visited her on Monday and again on Wednesday.

	Wednesday, I got word that the data was back to normal and
that I should make plans to egress. I invited the supervisor, the
foreman, the chief engineer and his assistant to dinner at the company
house that evening. I sent a message to my cook to let her know that I
was having guests.

	That evening I sent the cook home a little early after she
finished the cooking. Jan would take care of serving tonight. I told
Jan that I had invited the men over for a celebration.

	"Do I get to celebrate too?" she asked.

	"If you want to, of course you can," I answered.

	"You know that you are going to have to leave tomorrow," I
said as I rolled off of her. "Yes, I was going to tell you I needed to
leave before the week-end anyway," she said.

	"Aren't you having fun?" I asked.

	"Its not that," she answered. "Juan is getting too wild with
his exhibitions though."

	"What has he found a lost tribe of pygmies to gangbang you for
the crowd," I said.

	"Sounds like fun, but, no, he's out looking for animals," she
said.

	"Animals?" I said.

	"Barnyard animals," she said.

	My mind flashed on the image of my wife being fucked by a
donkey or a pig. I got a certain rush from the mental picture.

	"I take it that you don't see any excitement in that?" I
asked.

	"Oh, it sends a thrill down my spine to think about it, but
I'm not going to risk being permanently injured by these amateurs,"
she said. "After Jorge, Juan decided that I could take on a donkey of
a small bull."

	"Do you have all of your things here?" I asked.

	"Yes, everything I need is here," she said.

	"Good, put everything in a bag that I can throw on the jeep
tomorrow," I said. "Leave the cantina as though you were going
shopping in the morning. I will need to go into town, so I can meet
you on the road at about 10:30."

	"You know that Rosita is going to cry when she finds out
you're leaving. She is in love with you and is convinced that you love
her too," she said.

	"Where did she get that idea?" I asked.

	"None of the men who frequent that whore house are gentle with
the girls," she said. "The fact that you took your time with her and
were gentle means that you are in love with her to her way of
thinking."

	"That's too bad," I said. "We had better get ready for our
guests."

	Because of their positions, the men who were coming over
rarely went to the cantina. They didn't get to meet one of the
prostitutes up close. I had only seen the supervisor in the cantina
once and he looked embarrassed to be there. This would be a chance for
them to relax and for Jan and I to have our fun too. The men weren't
do for another hour, so Jan pulled me into the bedroom.

	"Make love to me now," she said. "I want you now while I know
its you. When I am being fucked by a group of men, they lose their
individual identity and they just become cocks that I want inside of
me. I want you while its just you and me."

	We made love slowly and when we were finished, we lay in each
other's arms until she fell asleep. I got up without awakening her and
got ready for the party. I left the door to the bedroom open. Jan lay
on her stomach with her round ass pointed toward the door. I decided
to leave her that way for when my guests came by.

	When they arrived, I offered them some drinks. I had some Jose
Cuervo sent down for just such an occasion. As were toasting the
success of our operation, they noticed the naked form of Jan on the
bed in the bedroom. After some furtive glances and nudges between
them, the foreman finally spoke up.

	"Is that big puta as good as they say, Senior?" he asked.

	"There is only one way to find out," I said.

	"Do you mean it?" he asked as they all seemed a little more
excited.

	"Why not?" I said. "She's a whore. She's here to get fucked
anyway. You guys are welcome to her." With that the foreman was up and
heading to the bedroom.

	"Shall we join him?" I asked.

	By the time the rest of us got into the bedroom, the foreman
already had his pants down and was dipping a finger into a jar of
Vaseline at the side of the bed. If Jan was awake, she was staying
very quiet. The foreman applied the Vaseline to the head and shaft of
his dick. He then climbed on the bed putting one hand on Jan's back to
hold her in place and used his greasy finger to lube her asshole. She
was awake now and started to squirm under his hand. She turned her
head to see who was assaulting her butthole.

	He was on top of her in a moment and wedging his dick between
the checks of her ass. He held her legs together between his to make
the fit even tighter. Jan gripped the rails of the headboard of the
bed as he started pounding away at her butt. From where I stood, it
looked as though he was driving a nail into her ass, pinning her to
the bed. The rest of us stood around and watched the display in front
of us with some visibly rubbing their crotches.

	It wasn't long until the foreman was shooting off in my wife's
ass. The remaining three men looked at each other silently asking who
was next. Both the supervisor and the chief engineer looked shy and
reluctant to go next. The assistant engineer, unzipping his pants,
decided it was his turn. He stepped up to the bed and ordered Jan to
suck his dick. She did so without comment or question.

	As she was sucking his cock, she looked over at me and her
eyes seemed to say, `Do you see your little whore sucking this man's
cock?'. She was just getting a good rhythm going when the young man
told her to lie back and spread her legs. He entered in one motion,
her pussy was so wet. He was some minutes hammering away between her
legs.

	When he finished, the supervisor slowly approached her. Just
barely lowering his pants, he climbed between her legs. I realized
that these men were shy about fucking a woman in front of other men.

	The chief engineer followed the supervisor between her legs.
The others had drifted off into the main room and found the beer in
the icebox. When the engineer had finished, we joined the others in
the main room leaving Jan to recover alone.

	I made sure all of my guests had something to drink and then
went into see how Jan was doing. She was just getting cleaned-up and
was standing over the basin nude.

	"Hurry up and come serve our guests," I said.

	She turned and smiled. "What do you want me to wear?" she
asked.

	"How about one of my shirts?" I said. "Maybe one that's a
little too short." She gave me a wink.

	I returned to the main room. "If you gentlemen will take your
seats at the table, dinner will be served in a few minutes," I said.

	Jan came out in only one of my knit golf shirts. Her pubic
hair was peaking out under the front and as she turned toward the
kitchen, I could see that the bottom of her ass cheeks were uncovered.
She was bare-footed too.

	We were seated when Jan came in to take our drink order. Most
of the men stuck with beer, but the foreman had heard about the
house's variety of liquor. The previous visitors had left me well
stocked in that respect. He wanted to try some of the things he had
only heard of starting with Scotch. Jan served it to him neat like I
drink it. He eyed it suspiciously, sniffed it and then took a sip. The
expression on his face told the story. Oh, well, it is an acquired
taste. I suggested he might try a good Tequila (not the local product
by the same name).

	All eyes were on Jan's ass as she returned to the kitchen.
Knowing that she was being watched, She made a big show of reaching
for the glasses from a high shelf, which caused the shirt to ride up
above her round ass. Though these guys had just fucked her, they still
seemed to hold their breaths as she did this. The conversation around
the table started again as she moved out of sight to get the beers.
From my vantage point, I saw her get her own drink of the Jose Cuervo
before returning to the dining room.

	Jan was the perfect hostess as she served our guests. When
everyone had their drinks, she stopped to explain what was going to be
served. She was standing between the foreman and the supervisor. I saw
the foreman slip his arm around behind her. Jan hesitated in her
speech. It was clear that the foreman had put his hand between her
legs and had worked his thumb into her cunt as she stood there trying
to talk about dinner. The longer he continued to manipulate her cunt,
the harder it was for her to concentrate on what she was trying to
communicate. When she finally finished, she broke away and flushed,
returned to the kitchen while the men laughed at her apparent
discomfort.

	When she returned, the foreman suggested that we should have a
nude waitress. The other men at the table seconded the motion and I
told her to take off the shirt. She acted as though she was reluctant
to remove it, but I knew better.

	Once she was nude, the men became bolder in openly fondling
her as she passed their positions. Jan played the group for all they
were worth as she passed closer than was necessary and, I am sure,
exaggerated the sway of her walk.

	By the end of the meal, the men were much more relaxed about
having a naked woman around and with each other. The Jose Cuervo had
been brought to the table and a drinking bout between the foreman and
the engineer's assistant had ensued. The battle was a draw, as the
Tequila had nearly ran out before the issue could be decided. The
foreman wanted to see Jan take the bottle into her cunt.

	As Jan came by the next time, the foreman grabbed her and
tried drunkenly to jam the neck of the bottle between her legs. Two
years of Tae-Kwon-Do came to her aid as she neatly fended off his arm
and deflected the bottle without even letting the foreman know how it
was done or hurting him.

	The men protested that they wanted to see the bottle stuffed
up her cunt. I reached over and pulled up a chair beside the table and
patted it for her to sit down. She shyly complied and sat on the chair
by me. The foreman handed me the bottle and I handed it to her without
any words. She knew what was expected of her.

	Jan took the bottle and, spreading her legs, took it to her
mouth. She made a great show of licking the tip of it and then slowly
taking it deep in her mouth. When she had most of the neck in her
mouth, she abruptly tilted her head backwards taking the last of the
Tequila in one shot. She played the neck in and out of her mouth for a
few moments to get it good and slick and then moved it to her pussy.
Her fingers pulled her lips apart exposing her cunt hole. Placing the
head of the bottle at her opening, she moved it up and down the crease
from her hole to her clit several times before finally inserting it.
She worked it deeper and deeper in until she had all of the neck of
the bottle in her snatch. The square shoulders of stopped her from
getting anymore in.

	I felt a tug at my sleeve as I was watching my wife's display.
Dissatisfied with the depth of penetration from the Tequila bottle,
the foreman handed me a beer bottle. I suggested that we repair to the
bedroom where we could all be more comfortable.

	In the bedroom, Jan lay in the middle of the bed as the rest
of us gathered around to watch. She spread her legs and gave us all a
good look at her open, wet snatch. She bought the beer bottle to her
mouth and again wet the neck of the bottle before she inserted it in
her gaping hole. She slid the bottle neck all of the way in and pulled
it nearly out. She pushed it back in past the shoulder of the bottle.
Each time she withdrew it, she plunged in deeper. Soon, she had most
of the bottle inside of her with just barely enough left out to hold
onto.

	Jan was never much for masturbation. She had been taught by
her mother to never touch her pussy and fear had kept her from doing
it until she was a shy freshman.

	Once she lost her virginity, it became a matter of why use
your hand when there is always a handy cock to use instead. Oh, she
would use the occasional dildo or vibrator on herself to please a
lover, but she only got her excitement from knowing the lover was
watching. She was getting excited from frigging herself for these men.
I could tell from the flush of her face that she was getting to the
point where there wouldn't be enough dicks in the house to put out the
fire. Sure enough it began.

	"Please, I need a prick," she said.

	This was all of the signal the men needed. Once again, the
foreman was the first on the spot feeding his dick to her. The others
gathered closer and began stroking and pinching some part of her body.
They had lost their shyness now. As she lost track of what was going
on around her, the Engineer's assistant took over moving the bottle in
and out of her pussy. After a few minutes, he removed the bottle and
moved to get his dick in her.

	When the Supervisor, emboldened by the liquor said, "This time
I'm going to stick it in her ass so I know she can feel it."

	Soon they too were attempting to get as many dicks in her as
they could. At one point, she was sitting on one man's dick while
sucking on another. I cannot recall which organs belonged to what man,
but I do have this picture of her indelibly imprinted in my memory. I
saw her look at me with cum from one man still on her face, another
man's dick in her mouth and she winked at me to communicate her
enjoyment of the party. I have not since been able to adequately
convey the sexual charge I got from that moment.

	The men were good for this second time in one of Jan's holes
and a couple even had the stamina for a third, but the party quickly
came to an end. The gentlemen adjusted their clothes and moved back to
the main room. I offered them another drink and they all guiltily
declined probably worrying about what their wives would say now.

	After I saw my guests out, I returned to the bedroom to find
Jan still obscenely spread on the bed. Her hair was wet with sweat and
cum. The cum was starting to dry at the sides of her mouth while it
flowed out of her gaping cunt and open asshole. I found myself so
excited by the sight of my well used wife, I did something I had never
done before. Crawling between her legs, I began to tongue her clit and
taste the sperm that poured out of her openings. A few minutes of
tonguing her holes seemed to revive her. I pulled her legs up and slid
my dick inside of her pussy. It was so wet and slippery, I couldn't
get much friction. Kissing her lips, I pulled out of her pussy and
pushed her legs up further to enter her ass. With all that happened, I
was so wild that I came very quickly adding my own cum to the
quantities already in her bowels.

	The next morning, I caught up with Jan before the fork in the
road. I casually pulled along side of her and stopped. To anyone
watching, it would look just like I was offering her a ride. She got
in and we road along quietly for a few miles until we were out of the
area.

	"That was quite a night last night. Did I have fun?" Jan
asked.

	"You were the good time that was had by all, as usual," I
answered. "The last thing I remember was climbing on the bed with that
bottle and the rest is a blur," she said. "I take that back, I do
remember cock after delicious cock."

	"That's something I have never understood," I said. "If you
loose your ability to know what's going on, how can you enjoy it?"

	"I'm surprised at you asking that question, you the Latin
scholar," she said. "What does `ecstasy' mean anyway?"

	"Ah, yes, to stand outside one's self," I answered.

	"When I reach a certain point, the only thing I am aware of is
wave after wave of pleasure," she said. "It used to take getting drunk
to relax myself enough to let go and just let it happen. Now the
little head games we play are enough to get me started, like last
night when you made me serve them in the nude."

	"You did seem to be enjoying yourself," I said.

	"Last night was a perfect end to an perfect vacation," she
said. "I don't know how to thank you for this."

	"When I come back to the capital tomorrow, I think we can find
a way," I said.

	"No, you would get that anyway," she said. "I will have to
find an appropriate way to thank you, but there is no hurry."

	We followed my script in the capital, arranged for a flight
the next evening and checked into a hotel. With her ensconced in the
hotel, I headed back to the site to finish up things there. I also
went back to Juan's cantina to say my goodbyes.

	The mood in the cantina that night was subdued. The word had
gotten around that Consuela had left town. Maria seemed to be the only
one pleased by the turn of affairs.

	Captain Ramone came in again that night. He sat, at what I had
been calling my table for the past weeks, looking some what sad
himself.

	"I hear you are leaving us Senior," he said.

	"Yes, my job here is done," I said.

	"That is too bad," he said. "I have enjoyed you company so
much while you have been here."

	"I have looked forward to our chats here and will miss them
too," I said.

	We sat in silence for some time. Without Jan there though, the
evenings festivities seemed dull.

	"I understand that you gave Consuela a ride out of town?" he
stated more an accusation than a question.

	"Yes, she was walking on the road and I offered her a ride," I
said.

	"Did she say why she was leaving?" he asked.

	"Only that she felt that she might have better luck in the
capital," I said.

	"She is correct," he said. "They will love her in the city."

	It was getting late and Ramone stood up to leave. "Would you
walk with me to my jeep?" he asked. I agreed.

	When we got out to his jeep, he retrieved a folder from his
case. He asked me to walk a space with him. We walked toward the town
square, which was deserted at this time of night.

	"It is a pity that Consuela is gone," he said finally. "She is
your wife, is she not, Senior?"

	I was startled by his sudden assertion. I knew that I couldn't
lie effectively to him, so admitted it.

	"I knew from the first moment I saw her that she was an
American woman though her Spanish was flawless," he said. "It wasn't
until I saw the way she kept checking you with her eyes. Add to that
the fact you rarely took your eyes off of her when she was in the
room. It was obvious to a trained observer. So much of communications
is non-verbal and we in law-enforcement rely on people to tell us the
truth with their bodies."

	"I don't know what to say," I said genuinely at a loss for
anything to say.

	"It is all right Senior," he said. "I did attend school in
your country and am aware that some of you decadent imperialists like
to see your women fucked by other men. I never understood it. Here a
man would be expected to kill both the man and his wife to protect his
honor. It would be regrettable, but the law would support him."

	"It is a bit different in the States," I suggested weakly.
"Yes, I know," he said. "I have a going away present for you." He
handed me the folder. "Your wife's dossier. I never filed it with the
central office. I knew that she would go back to the States. We have
no further use for the information."

	"Thank you," was all I could mumble.

	"I do not want to be insulting in this, but thank you for the
opportunity to... ah... enjoy your wife," he said.

	"No offense taken," I said.

	"My position does give me an opportunity to enjoy a number of
women, but she was unique and I shall never forget the experience."

	"I am sure she will appreciate the compliment," I said. I
opened the folder and saw the photos that Jan had described to me. I
took the one of her standing facing the camera out. I handed it to
Ramone. "Consider it a souvenir."

	"Thank you, Senior," he said.

	We walked back to his Jeep. I shook his had and told him to
look me up if her ever got back to the States. He told me I could
count on it. I walked back to the company house and packed the dossier
with my other gear. The supervisor drove me to the hotel in the
capital where I would spend my last night in country.

	When I got to the hotel, I found Jan trying to pack all of the
stuff she had bought in the markets into the one suitcase I had left
her with.

	"Good heavens, where did all of this stuff come from?" I
asked.

	"From the money I made at Juan's," she said. "You said that
the money was worthless outside of the country and things are so cheap
down here. Do you have any idea what it is like for a woman to go
shopping with money she HAS to spend?"

	"So how much did you make in you two weeks in a bordello?" I
had to ask.

	"If I have the exchange rate right, about $25," she said. Then
grinning, "I figured out that came to about $.31 each. Never let
anybody say I was just a two-bit whore."