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What Am I Doing Here?

By: What Am I Doing Here?



I wasn't even trying to stop him anymore. What was the use. His pants were off and his penis, his prick, his cock, that skinny thing was over the slit of my cunt and was rubbing up and down against it. He kept on speaking into my mouth, "I love you Mrs. Huffman. You're the best." 

What could I do? I spread my legs. He pushed his prick into my cunt. I was wet enough so that he slipped in easily. I lay there and he started pushing in and out of me. 

Oh, shit, I thought. His little prick was sawing in and out of my cunt. The biggest mistake of my life was letting these boys fuck me. I hadn't thought it would be more than a one time thing when Jeff had threatened me with the picture. But now, here I was under him, half naked, my legs spread, being fucked. And now that familiar feeling was coming over me. I was the teacher, but I was not in control. It was the student in control. It was me helpless. And, somehow, this was making me feel as if I needed this sort of sex. I wanted him to be making me have sex with him. I wanted him to be in charge. And, I thought, I could still be the teacher, teach him how to do it, how to fuck. I relaxed and began, as I had those times before, to allow the sex to take over. I put my arms around his back and pulled him to me. I lifted my knees and moved my hips to try to capture some sort of rhythm. I allowed little sighs, little mewing sounds, little ahhhs, to escape my lips. I was disgusted with myself, my allowing myself to feel pleasure as I was being fucked by this student of mine. But it felt so good, and I held him tighter and I moved my hips higher.

Just then the door squeaked open and I heard the sound of someone entering this room where I was being fucked. I tried to look to see who it was, but Jeff's head blocked my view. Finally, Jeff raised his head to see who it was, and I was able to see also. Damn, it was Harold McCarthy. I heard him before I saw his face peering over the bed and smiling. "Hey, what are you guys doing?" was what he said.

What did he think we were doing? He was as stupid as he looked, that pimply faced skinny pain in the neck. "Get out of here," I said.

"You guys is fucking," he said.

I pushed Jeff off of me. "Ok, that's enough. No more," I said. I was sitting up.

"Hey, I wasn't finished," Jeff said.

"You were fucking her," said Harold, "I saw it.

That's enough," I said. "Out of this room," I said to Harold. "Get off of me," I said to Jeff whose legs were laying over mine, whose body was next to mine.

"Shit no," Jeff said. I didn't even cum yet." He pushed me back down and, reinserting his dick into my wet cunt, began pumping in and out again."

"Enough. Stop," I said. I tried to push Jeff off, but was unable to.

"I want seconds," Harold said.

"Wait until I finish." Jeff said and started pumping his schlong into my cunt harder and faster.

"I said I didn't want anymore of this. I said stop," I said.

"Hurry up," Harold said to Jeff, "I'm next.

"Didn't you guys hear me? I said stop," I said. But my yelling at Jeff to stop didn't seem to have any effect. He just kept on slamming into me harder and harder. Shit, I wished I wasn't getting excited by his fucking my cunt. I did want him to stop, but, at the same time, my clit was sooo hot, my cunt needed this. I thought that maybe Jeff was getting ready to have his orgasm when I heard more noise in the room. It was the other guys coming in.

"What's going on?" I heard one of them, I think it was Buck Mulligan, ask.

"Jeff 's Fuckin' Mrs. Huffman. And I'm next." That was Harry yelling back to the others who were now past the door and in the room. This was what I was afraid would happen. This was what I didn't want to admit I thought might happen. It was happening. I had had sex with each of these boys before, but not like this, not all at once. Except that first time and then the one other time two of them. But this was....I didn't know what to think. Suddenly I felt Jeff clutch and grab my ass and give a shout.

"I am cummmmmming," he shouted and I felt him pour his semen into me. It was lucky I was on the pill. I had been very regular taking it when all of this started.

He rolled off of me.

"It's about time," Harold said to him and started climbing onto the bed. He had already taken off his pants. He had a hard on pointing straight up from his crotch.

"Hey, I said no," I said. I continued, "Jeff was a mistake. I didn't mean it to happen. He raped me."

Jeff rolled off the bed and was standing up as Harold had moved between my legs by now. "Yeah, how many times we fuck already," Jeff said. "Don't tell me I raped you all those times."

"Yeah, and I want my turn now," said Harold.

I obviously had no say in any of this. My pussy was soaked from Jeff's cum. Whatever was going to happen was going to happen. I just lay there, wet, legs open and let Harry have his way with me. He had that stupid grin of his on his face as he slipped his prick into me. 

I still hadn't had my orgasm, and I was pretty sure I wouldn't be having one with my cunt wet from Jeff's cum and with jerk Harold doing the fucking. His face was directly above mine. He had that stupid smile on his face. "I'm fucking you, Mrs. Huffman," he said. Gee, I didn't know that. 

As I lay there with my legs spread and my knees high while Harold continued the steady boring of his cock into my cunt, I remembered the last time he and I had had some sort of sexual congress. It had been a few weeks ago, maybe a month ago. He had confronted me in front of my condo one evening as I was parking my car. After he had pleaded and threatened and just generally been a pest, I agreed to give him a blow job. We walked behind a brick fence that separated the garbage dumpster at the rear of my condo parking lot from the lot itself. We were hidden there, and I squatted down, lowered his pants and pulled his erect dick from his underwear. The smell from the dumpster was pretty strong, so I was in a hurry. I began quickly by wetting his dong. I tongued it, vacuumed my mouth around his prick, sucked hard, all the while steadily pumping at the base of his penis with my hand until, finally, he came. I swallowed to keep any of his cum from landing on my clothes. I, it must be said, had not been able to have an orgasm until later, after he had gone and I had returned to the privacy of my apartment and been able to get off by using Buddy, my trusty old vibrator. But that was then. Right now Harold was here at the cabin on top of me and continuing his plodding away at my cunt. 

"Get in all the way," I told him. "Deeper." He tried to follow my directions. "Good, grind your bone, the one just above your prick, against my clit," I instructed him. But he was helpless. I was going to bring my hand down between us to manipulate my clit. But Harold was just useless. He gave a yelp and ejected his cum into me. He rolled off of me without another word and with that stupid smile still on his face.

Buck was next. He climbed onto the bed as Harold climbed off. I turned to Harold. "Harold," I said, "be a dear, go to the bathroom and bring me a towel. I'm wet." 'Be a dear'. Jesus, why would I use that language to him? But Buck was between my legs and I again lifted me knees to make things easier. His pants were off and his prick hard as he was the third to begin fucking me. I hoped this wouldn't take all night. 

Buck fucked with all of his might. I held the bottom of his ass and tried to guide his body a bit higher on me so that his prick would brush against my swollen clit with each stroke in and out of my cunt. "Yeah... good...that way... right," I whispered to him, trying to encourage him each time his prick rubbed against my clit. I was breathing real hard now, but, suddenly, Buck changed the angle of his stroke, buried his shaft deep in my cunt and exploded his stream of hot cum deep into me. I still hadn't had my release and, as he rolled off of me, 

I looked around to see who was next.

It was Clay, Clay Fenner. Clay was probably the best fucker from among all the guys in the group. He climbed onto the bed, but before he could begin his fucking of my cunt, I held up my hand to get him to stop. Stupid Harold still hadn't brought the towel I had asked him for, and I was sopping wet, sweaty and out of breath and the sheet beneath me was uncomfortable, slimy from the cum which had seeped out of my cunt.

"Wait just a second," I said to Clay. "Would you mind if I stepped into the shower before you took your turn fucking me?" I asked him. "I'm really wet down there," I said, pointing to my vagina, "and I do need a little rest," 

He looked back at the two guys still waiting for their chance at me after he was finished. I guess they nodded or gave him some sort of a signal because he told me sure and sat up, kneeling on the bed and smiling at me.

"Thanks," I said to him and got down of the bed. Cum was leaking from my cunt as I walked, naked, towards the shower stall and wash stand that was located in the rear of the bedroom. Actually the area was a pretty well-appointed bathroom. Jeff's parents, the Bannon's, had spent a nice bit of change on this weekend getaway cabin. 

The shower was clean and well appointed. No bath, just a drain in the middle of the tile covered floor and all sort of nozzles and shampoos, conditioners, soaps and body washes available. I decided against washing my hair and after adjusting the water temperature, I began to sponge my neck, my breasts and my stomach clean. I allowed the warm water to gently spray over my cunt. I washed the cum out of the brown bush covering my cunt. As I sprayed the water into my cunt, I sighed. I noticed Clay peeking into the shower. "I'm not going anywhere," I said, "Don't worry." Now that I thought of it, I had once showered with Clay. It was the time he had fucked me in my apartment. That was the only time any of them had fucked me in my apartment. We had showered after the fuck and, now I recalled, I had given him a blowjob in the shower and we had fucked afterwards too. But that was then. Now I had finished cleaning my tits, my stomach, my cunt and my thighs. I felt like a new woman. I set the spray nozzle on low and let it send it soothing flow of water onto my clit. I lowered the spray onto my parted labia and moved my hand to stimulate my clit. My eyes were closed and I wondered whether Clay was still watching. The thought that he might be watching just got me more excited. This felt so good. As I massaged my clit, a warm feeling began to spread up my stomach and down my legs. The warm water soothing my cunt lips sent little signals of pleasure through my body. I was really enjoying this and then, suddenly, the snickers invaded my consciousness.

I opened my eyes. Goddammit! There were at least three of them and they were looking at me. They had been watching me taking care of myself, ministering to my sore pussy. They were smiling. Jeff was laughing. Harold was making obscene gestures with his arm, swinging it up and down in an exaggerated masturbatory motion. I hated these boys. They were disgusting. They could ruin anything. Quickly, I dropped the sponge I had been holding and shut the flow of water. "Make yourself useful," I shouted at the boys, "one if you, bring me a towel."

After more time than it should have taken, while the boys stood in the doorway snickering and whispering to each other and making their obscene gestures, Harold finally approached the shower and handed me a towel, but not before he took a long time ogling my cunt. 

I tried to ignore them and dried myself using the soft towel. "Ok, show's over," I waved them away. They left the doorway. I looked around the shower area. I didn't see a robe or my clothes. Well, I couldn't stay here forever, so I stepped out of the shower and walked, naked, back into the bedroom. I did my best to keep my body straight and proud. I got to the bed. I considered just looking for my clothes, putting them on and leaving this place but there was too much unfinished business and I still wanted those pictures. I looked at the bed. Uggh. It was all messed up and there was a pol of now drying cum in the middle. I pulled the sheet off the bed.

Jeff was standing there, looking at me, wondering what I was going to do next. "This bed is a mess," I said, "You had better get the towels and the sheets into the washing machine, and, while you're at it, bring me some clean sheets." 

He grabbed the filthy sheets and walked out of the room. I was feeling a whole lot better. I was feeling like the teacher I was. These boys were my students. I was in command. 

Jeff returned with neatly folded sheets. "Put them on the bed," I told him. I unfolded them and began to make the bed. As I did, I realized that I was still naked, without a stitch. At least I was clean. My skin glowing, my bush, I was proud of my hairy snatch, clean and shiny. My tits were nice and firm, their aureole pink, the nipples erect. Jeff had his mouth open. He was staring at me. I looked around. So were the others. Buck was staring at my firm rounded ass (I worked out at the gym three times a week). Actually. In spite of the fact that I had been taken against my will, I was feeling pretty good. 

"What are you guys looking at?" I addressed the room, "Never seen a naked woman before?" That was a dumb statement, at least each of them had seen me bare assed before.

"Get my clothes," I ordered not any one of them in particular. They scattered around the room, picking up my underwear, my bras, my dress. Fucking Harold was holding my panties and sniffing them, the stupid son of a bitch.

"Give me them, you creep," I yelled at Harold. He just gave me an angry, sneering look and dropped them onto the bed as far away from me as was possible.

I turned to Jeff. "Get me the pictures." I reached over, not caring that my tits were hanging down. That was what my ex-fiancee of years ago said I always was able to turn him on, letting my titties hang down loose. I picked up the panties.

Jeff was standing on the other side of the bed from where I was. "Ok. I got the pictures, but you still gotta fuck the guys that are left."

"What?" I asked, my voice incredulous. 

"Clay, Augie, Frank. They still didn't get to fuck you tonight."

That young man was out of his fucking mind! "Just give me the pictures. You said you would give them to me." I was staring right at him, an angry look in my eyes as I bent over and slipped my foot through the leg opening of my panties.

"You know, Mrs. Huffman, you got the sexiest legs of anyone in the whole world. And the way your tits hang down when you bend over, there aint nothing any sexier I ever seen in my whole life." Harold? Harold had said that? 

I stopped in mid motion pulling my panties up from my ankles. Harold? Harold waxing poetic? But, wait a minute. There was no way. No way I was going to continue with this being the subject of a gang bang. No way. I bent over again and grabbed hold of my panties. I began to pull them up all the way. Now, that was better. My cunt covered, I felt a lot more confident. It was time for me to get the pictures and to get the hell out of this cabin and home. 

Then Jeff yelled at me, "You can't go yet. Come on, Mrs. Huffman. Things was just getting good."

"I am leaving," I said, looking around. "And where are the rest of my clothes? Who has my bra?"

But no one said anything this time. I saw all the boys looking at me. They were all around me, on every side. Just a moment ago, I had felt in command, their teacher, they listening to me and obeying my commands just like in the classroom. But this wasn't the classroom, and none of the students was acting to fill my command to hand over my clothing. Not getting dressed was a big mistake. I was standing there. I was wearing panties, but except for that I was naked. 

"Yeah, Mrs. Huffman, don't be so mean." Frank, Francis Locanni was the author of that brilliant statement, 

"I am not being mean!" I shouted that.

There was quiet for a few seconds. 

Jeff stepped forward. He was still on the other side of the bed. "Gee, Mrs. Huffman, you don't need to get all angry." 

My stomach tightened. I wanted to know where this was going to end. There were six of my students surrounding me. I was naked except for my panties. The boys didn't seem very anxious to let me go. I had already fucked three of them tonight, but that seemed to be a long time ago. Finally, "Please," I said. "Let me have my clothes."

It was Harold who came forward. He was next to me and he was holding my bra, dangling it from his hand, teasing me with it. Of all the boys in the room, he was the boy I most disliked. Stupid, ill mannered, sarcastic, slimey. He was so vulgar. I really didn't like him. And now here he was, standing just a foot or so away. I held out my hand for the bra. "Give it to me," I said. But he pulled it back. I was getting angry. 

"Just give it to me," I said again.

He had been dangling the bra by its strap, holding it out in front of him. Suddenly, he just let it fall. It floated to the floor. He had that horrible smirk on his pimply face. I gave him a look of pure hatred.

I squatted down to pick it up. He bent over at the same moment. I put my hand on the bra. Harold's face was just inches from mine. "Remember when you let me suck your cunt?" he whispered. Oh my God, I had forgotten all about it. In my car. I hadn't wanted to go behind the fence near my apartment. We went in my car. We parked behind the old church in the woods. I had taken off my panties and he had gone down on me. I remembered now holding his greasy head while he tongued my clit and finger fucked me. I was remembering now how loud he was while he slurped his saliva mingled with my vaginal discharge. I remembered now how I had pushed his head down into my cunt. I remembered how I had lifted my ass off the seat as he dug his face deep into me until I shuddered and came. Oh, shit I had forgotten all about that time. Could it really have happened? Oh, it had happened alright. I even remembered now, how, after I had come, we had kissed for a long time while he continued finger fucking me until I came a second time, and I had gripped his prick and slowly pulled on it back and forth until he had cum all over his stomach and my fist, Oh, how could I have allowed that to happen? And with him? And now, here we were, on the floor, out faces inches apart. 

I stood up holding the bra in my hands. I felt my body shaking. Harold took the bra from my hand. "Here, Mrs. Huffman, let me help you put this on." He stepped in back of me and put his around my body. But, instead of putting the bra on me, he cupped both my tits in his hands. I felt my nipples get hard against the palm of his hand. This wasn't what I had planned. I was breathing hard.

He let the bra slip from his hand and fall to the floor again. We were both standing up, not moving our bodies. He was behind me, his arms were around me, his hands were softly kneading my breasts. Why was I letting myself get so aroused? Why was I letting my body get so excited. 

I could hardly breath.

He was wearing pants, but I could feel his aroused, iron-hard prick pressing against the crack of my ass. Now I felt him reaching down and pulling my panties down to my thighs. And then he was bending me over face forward slowly until my stomach was on the bed. My stomach, my breasts and my face were pressed down against the clean sheets on the bed. I felt him slide his body down, grip my panties and pull them all the way off my legs. I lay there feeling totally helpless, in a trance. Why didn't I do something?

"Ok," Harold said, standing up. "Who's next?"

They were going to begin fucking me again! Why didn't I try to stop them, say something?

"It's Clay's turn," I heard Jeff say. 

I didn't know what I wanted to happen. Did I want to get fucked? 


What Am I Doing Here?



I just lay there, my upper body on the bed, my ass exposed half off the bed, my legs on the floor. I could feel my panties on the floor against my toe. I parted my legs. I was going to be fucked, I knew. I felt my cunt getting slick. My legs were parted. I just lay there, waiting. My body was betraying me. I didn't want this to happen, but I needed to be fucked. 

I heard some shuffling behind me. I glanced back. It was Clay Fenner. He had dropped his pants. His dick pressed against the globe of my ass and moved down to find the slit of my cunt. I was wet and his prick slid into me easily. He began to pump into and out of me. Oh my god, I was feeling his prick. It was sending shock wave through my body. I held it tight, gripping as hard as I could with my cunt muscles. I felt his prick pressing against the upper wall of my cunt. My clit was engorged.

Clay started fucking me harder and harder. I opened my eyes and saw the other boys in the room staring at me being fucked. I couldn't, I didn't know why or how, but I was gushing cunt juice. I felt an orgasm coming on. Clay kept up his furious pumping into my cunt. I started to move my torso just enough so that my clit, pressing against the sheet, would get even more stimulated. Clay kept fucking me from behind. I was moaning. The other boys were watching. I was moaning and then, finally, at last, without even really wanting to, not true, I really wanted to, I did, I came. I came. Clay kept on fucking me until he came too. 

He pulled his prick from my cunt. I felt his cum seeping from my slit. I didn't want to think about how I had reached this point in my life. My whole body was relaxed from the fucking and the cumming. I pulled myself up onto the bed and lay there for a moment.

"You think Mrs. Huffman is a nympho?" I heard one of their voices in the background. "She is hot, anyway," another of the boys announced. "Did you see her come?" another voice sounded. I just lay there. 

"Hey, who's next?" was the next thing I heard. I looked up. It was Augie Lewis. He was naked and he climbed onto the bed. What the fuck? I turned over onto my back. I spread my legs and lifted my knees. I opened my arms. "Come on, big boy," I said, "Lay it to me." The old missionary position, but that was fine with me. And with him, I guessed as he slid his six inches deep into my waiting cunt. For the next ten minutes he continued his fucking, sliding in and out of my wet cunt. He kissed me and stuck his tongue into my mouth. I kissed him back. I wasn't able to feel enough to cum myself, my cunt was too sloppy wet, but it was tight enough for him and he came a gusher into me.

When he climbed down off the bed, Frank started to climb onto the bed. But I stopped him first. I held up my hand, palm out. "Wait a second," I said, "Someone, bring me a towel." One of the boys threw the towel I had used to dry myself from the shower onto the bed. "Thanks," I said. I took the towel and dried my pussy. 

"Ok, maybe you'll be able to get some traction now," I said to Frank as he lay down between my legs, inserted himself and began his thumping of my cunt. I slipped my hand between our stomachs and began rubbing my clit with my finger as he fucked away. He came and I continued rubbing for a minute or so more until I came. Finished!

I pushed myself off the bed and onto the floor. I slowly walked towards the shower. The boys were all quiet this time. I was tired. Fucking does take it out of you. I showered quickly this time, no pussy play. 

When I got out of the shower I dried myself and found my clothes, panties and bra included, neatly folded and waiting for me on the bed. I got dressed.

"Ok, Jeffry, the pictures, hand them over," I said, looking at him, grim, not smiling.

He had a shit eating grin on his face as he handed the envelope with the pictures over to me. I opened the envelope to check. Trust but verify. They were there. "Thanks," I said.

Jeff walked me to the door. "Mrs. Huffman, my parents are going to be gone for another two weeks. You know that we'll all be gone next year, off to college. We won't be seeing you anymore. You won't be our teacher anymore. Why don't you come here next Friday night again? A couple of us would like to thank you in a nice way. No sex. Just a light dinner. We'll talk and this will all be over. What do you say?"

I just looked at him. I didn't say anything and walked out the door and to my car.

THE END

At the start of this story I said that I would have a question for my reader. Here is the question: Would you characterize what happened to Mrs. Huffman in this story as Rape? Please answer a simple yes or no, Y or N. It would also be appreciated if you would indicate with a simple M or F depending on your persuasion. Your answer could be put in the comment box which follows this. Of course, you may make a comment or expand on your Yes or No answer if you wish.

Thank You

ILienBagby