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Once A Wife, Now A Teenager's Slut Ch. 2

By: Jigs



THE TIME: January 5, 2001. 

THE PLACE: The offices of Dr. William Kent, Phd.

Dr. Kent was a tall, thin, angular man with the neatly trimmed goatee that is the trademark of his profession. His office was paneled in dark wood, and prominent in front of a wall of bookshelves was a big mahogany desk. Across the room from the desk, three comfortable easy chairs were grouped with studied informality in a semicircle in front of a small low table and the leather recliner couch traditional to the office of a 'shrink'. 

The doctor sat in a chair with his legs crossed, with a note pad in his lap, fiddling with his pen. Jack Ryder lay on the couch with the same grim clinched expression as one might expect of a patient in a comfortable but threatening dentist's chair. The doctor spoke first.

"All right Jack, I'm listening. I have known you for a long time, and you have always seemed pretty well adjusted to me. What has happened in your life that you suddenly need the services of a psychologist?"

"It's about my wife Susan," Jack answered. "She has a lover."

Dr. Kent had suspected as much when Jack first called in an obvious panic asking for a quick appointment. "Not a terribly unusual circumstance I'm afraid," the doctor answered with a note of sad resignation in his voice. 

"Are you here looking for advice about a divorce? If so your lawyer can explain that option better than I. On the other hand, if you are looking to save your marriage, perhaps I can be of some help. Still, anything that I can do will depend on your wife's choice as well as your own. What does Susan want?"

"Susan wants her lover's big hard cock in her cunt ...that's what Susan wants." The tone of Jack's reply was bitter and angry. 

"You don't understand. The whole damn thing is a lot more complicated than just a casual affair. In the first place Susan's lover is barely more than a child, just 19 years old, the son of the people who live next door. As crazy as it sounds, Susan is addicted to him, or least addicted to that big thing between his legs. In the second place, the God damned kid set me up. He has me caught between a rock and a hard place. I have been to see my lawyer, and all he did for me was to shake his head and tell me I was in a mess. Hell, I already knew THAT!!" 

Dr. Kent sat up a little straighter. This did begin to sound a little out of the ordinary. "Well Jack," he began. "Suppose you tell me about it from the beginning." 

Jack's hands were tightly knotted into fists as he began to talk. 

"I had noticed for some time that Susan was acting a little strangely, but I didn't make anything of it. I guess the truth is that I wasn't paying the attention to my wife that I should've. The Wednesday before Thanksgiving is always slow at my office. I took the day off to start my holiday vacation early. I slept late and spent the afternoon puttering around the house and yard doing the chores I had been putting off. By the time I finished I was pretty grubby. Around four o'clock I headed for the shower to clean up before Susan came home. We had plans to go out to dinner." 

"While I was undressing I heard the front door open, and then after I was in the shower I could hear someone moving around in the bedroom. I thought it was only Susan home early from the hospital. Well, when the glass door to the shower opened, it wasn't Susan at all. Instead, it was a buck naked Carla Wertzler, the 18 year-old sister of Susan's lover.

""Hi sweetie! Do you need somebody to scrub your back?' she asked as she stepped into the shower stall with me. I swear, she was as cool and collected as if we were meeting on the bus, but let me tell you, she wasn't there because she needed a bath." 

"Right away she pressed her breasts and nipples up against my bare back, and her belly against my buttocks. She reached around under my arms, and hugging me close, she began to soap my chest. Her hands and the bar of soap worked their way down to my belly, and then between my legs. Damn but it felt good when she lathered my cock and balls, but that was only the beginning. With a hand slick with suds she closed her fist around my prick and began to slowly jack my erection that was already about as big and hard as it ever gets. Great Saint Sebastian, you have no idea how good THAT felt!" 

"At first I was so stunned that I couldn't gather my wits together enough to stop her. Then, with all that soapy slick young flesh rubbing against me, and that hand on my cock, I didn't have the will to make her quit. Five minutes, that was all it took before she was on her knees with my hard-on in her mouth. There I was, standing in a warm shower with a pretty naked high school girl sucking my penis. You tell me Doctor, what should I have done? What the hell do you think I COULD have done?"

Dr. Kent stroked his goatee as if searching for a bit of wisdom with which to answer, but apparently finding none, he asked instead, "What DID you do Jack?"

"God damn Bill! I'm not made of stone. I did what any red blooded heterosexual male would do to a female who has barged unannounced into his shower, and right off the bat starts to give him a blow job." 

Jack's agitation raised the pitch of his voice half an octave. 

"I yanked her pretty little ass out of that shower and into the bedroom. I threw her down on the bed still dripping wet. She landed on her back with her knees up and spread. Neither of us spoke a word. She reached both arms toward me in an invitation into her saddle. What did I do? I crawled between her legs and fucked the shit out of her. THAT'S what I did."

"Let me make one thing clear before we go any further. I enjoyed screwing that tender baby cunt. She was a great fuck, maybe the best I've ever had in my whole life. For sure, it's been a long time since Susan was as enthusiastic about my prick as this young slut was. Susan doesn't orgasm much anymore when we make love, but this kid sure did. She wasn't faking it either. Every time she went off I could feel her pussy spasm and close down around my cock like a velvet vice."

Dr. Kent shook his head in disbelief without any attempt to hide his doubt about what he was being told. 

"Jack, cut the bullshit! You say that, but it's not true. If you didn't feel guilty you wouldn't be here. You felt so guilty that you told Susan all about what happened, didn't you? Of course you didn't know she was having an affair of her own. Her load of guilt was every bit as big as yours, and she seized the opportunity to unload it by confessing to you. Isn't that what happened?"

"No, Damn it, that is not what happened. Not even close. What happened was a lot worse than that. After I shot my wad inside that hot young cunt, Carla and I lay there cuddled together for a few minutes before she freed herself from my arms, and began to clean my prick with her mouth and tongue. I was laying there all spread out across the bed enjoying those soft female lips around my meat when the proverbial shit hit the fan." 

"Without warning the bedroom door flew open and there stood Curtis Wertzler, Carla's brother. Behind him was Susan. Her eyes were as big as saucers, and panic was written all across her face. I knew right off nothing good was going to come of this, but of course I didn't yet know Curtis was Susan's lover, so I had no idea how complicated my problems really were. At that moment my concern began and ended with finding some way to explain and apologize to my wife for screwing the neighbor's daughter." 

"Things were nowhere as simple as that, however. In reality there were wheels within wheels that I didn't know about yet, and as incriminating as my little lapse in my marriage vows was, that was only a small part of this disaster. My real problem was Curtis Wertzler. The kid had a smug leer on his face as he first asked whether I had enjoyed fucking his sister. That little dig was only the beginning of the smart ass act he was putting on for my benefit. The crusher was yet to come." 

Jack Ryder lay on the couch in the office of this doctor overcome with emotion unable to speak further as the events of that day replayed in his mind's eye. Dr. Kent understood, and made no attempt to interrupt the reverie of his patient. He knew his friend would be unable to understand or deal with his problems without a catharsis of recollection. 

Every face, every expression, every word spoken, was chiseled in Jack's memory as clearly as if he was watching a movie that he had seen many times before...a movie seen so often he knew the dialogue word for word and could recite from memory. Finally Jack began to speak again with a tormented recall that came gushing forth as real and verbatim as those haunting images that were rushing through Jack's consciousness. 

* * * * * FLASHBACK * * * * * 

Curtis Wertzler's voice dripped with bitter sarcasm as he cynically feigned his own innocence in the dilemma in which Jack was trapped. The veneer of his hypocritical purity was very thin, however, certainly too scanty to cover his implicit threats in the game of cat and mouse he was playing with his older neighbor. 

"Gosh Mr. Ryder, when you and your wife first moved here you seemed like such a nice couple. Who would've thought that Susan would take advantage of my youthful innocence to seduce me? Of course, I did my best to resist her advances. Even after I first serviced her pussy, I tried to break off our relationship, but after all I am only a boy. How could I say no when her hands and mouth stirred youthful urges I am too immature to control? Who could expect me to refuse a woman as lovely as Susan the use of my cock after she has rubbed her naked body against mine, and then begged me to fuck her?"

"But you Mr. Ryder! You are even more a surprise! I had no I idea that you were the same kind of sexual predator as your wife, but now, here you are, caught red handed fucking my younger sister. Really Mr. Ryder, don't you know she is only an innocent girl still in high school? Who would have thought that our neighbors, people whom we trusted, would use Carla and I to satisfy their perverted lusts for young bodies?" 

"Wait just a goddamn minute ..." Jack tried to interrupt, his anger growing at the accusation this young punk was throwing at him. His protests were cut short, however, as Curtis continued to gloat over his victims. 

"Shame on you Mr. Ryder, and on your wife too. Your friends are going to be shocked to discover that both of you have been preying upon the naivety and inexperience of the teenagers living next door. True my sister and I are now over the age of consent so I suppose you won't go to jail...that is perhaps you won't unless Carla and I exaggerate just a bit as to when you first lured us into your beds. The cops are sure to ask us about that. Just for fun Mr. Ryder, make a guess. What do you think Carla and I might tell them?" 

The evil leer on Curtis' face was burned into Jack's memory along with the hint that he and Carla might make perjured criminal accusations against he and Susan. Curtis paused to allow his threat to sink in before continuing. 

"It probably doesn't make much difference to your reputations tho. You know how things go once the witch hunt begins. Whatever Carla and I tell the police, neighborhood gossip will exaggerate the facts, and the newspapers will speculate. You will hardly be in any position to deny anything. After all you did use the kids next door for sex. Who is going to believe you didn't begin while we were still under 18?" 

"And oh yes, Mr. Ryder, once the heat is on, do you think your employer is likely to promote to vice president an alleged, even if unproven, child molester? Hell, I doubt that the company's will even keep such a pervert on its payroll." 

Jack remembered holding his breath, waiting for the other shoe to fall. What did this kid have in mind? Absolutely confident that he held all the cards, Curtis didn't delay the punch line. 

"I'll tell you what tho, Mr. Ryder, if you two will play along and do what I tell you, I guess nobody needs to know what's been happening here. You know the old saying, no harm no foul. After all, we have a good thing going. There's no reason at all why we shouldn't continue to have a good time together."' 

Jack understood the game, but not how the score was to be kept. "So it's blackmail is it! I thought as much, but what is the point?" Jack asked himself. "What did this snotty kid want for his silence? Susan, money, what? What if all this is a bluff, and how much of it is really true? Certainly nothing about the relationship Curtis claimed to have with his wife sounded like the Susan that Jack had shared a bed with for so long. 

Jack's disbelief must have shown on his face because the young man from hell didn't hesitate to play his trump card. The smirk on Curtis' face was almost gleeful as the turned to Susan and demanded that she confirm his story. 

"'That's the way it has been, isn't it Susan? Tell your husband all about us. Tell him how much you have enjoyed riding on my cock. Tell him how you turn all mushy when I ejaculate in your mouth. Tell him how you swallow every drop and how delicious I taste. Tell him how you beg me to fuck you even as you lick my jism off my balls."

Now the hell of recollection began in earnest. Jack's eyes remained tightly closed, and his hands gripped sides of the couch so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Dr. Kent said nothing for a long time allowing his patient a chance to remember...but Jack fought back...the pictures in his head were all so painful...he didn't want to remember. It was, however, too late to turn back. The reality of Susan's reply to her lover's claims had to be faced. 

Susan's expression was frozen in Jack's mind as she protested to Curtis.

"Please, no... Curt, Please, no..." were the only words she could find at first as she frantically shook her head from side to side. Curtis, however, was persistant. He would not allow the desperate woman either slack or dignity. 

"Ah, come on now Susan! Haven't you had enough of this slipping around behind your husband's back? It's time to tell him the truth. Tell Jack how I fucked you in your office, and even in his own bed. And Oh Yes! Tell him how I take you in the ass. Tell him how you love being ass fucked so much that you crawl to me on hands and knees begging me to stick you in your rectum."' 

A long moment passed before Susan finally gathered herself enough to phrase a final plea for mercy. "'Please no, please...don't make me do this. Please Curt, for the love of God! Don't humiliate me like this.'"

"Certainly not Ms. Ryder, I have never made you do anything against your will, nor am I asking you to do so now," 

Curtis' voice was as slick and oily as that of a used car salesman. If anything his pretended sincerity was even less authentic.

"Your husband has a very nice cock. As you can see, my sister enjoyed having it in her pussy. There's no reason why you shouldn't also. Of course Jack's cock appears to be smaller than mine, much smaller. As I remember, you have always assured me mine felt so much better in your pussy than your husband's. Is that true? Let's compare."

With that Curtis unzipped his fly and drew eight inches of flaccid penis out for all to see, and began to slowly masturbate. If he lived to be a hundred, Jack would never forget the hunger in Susan's eyes as she watched her boy lover's foreskin slide over, and then retreat from, the head of that long and still growing tube of blood filled man flesh. 

"See!" he said tormenting the poor woman, "Nothing special, but perhaps you would like to touch it? Go ahead Susan, wrap your fingers around it! Put your hand on it! Feel how silky smooth it is! Feel it grow and become hard in your palm!"

The picture of Susan reaching out Zombie-like to grip the offered penis in her fist was etched indelibly in Jack's memory. He desperately wanted to cry out, to warn her, to tell her to stop, but caught up in a sensual trance of his own, the words froze in his throat. Instead, he watched in a mixture of pain and arousal as his wife's small hand replaced that of her lover, and continued to jack that huge phallus into an erection. 

Jack felt his own penis grow erect. "My God," he wondered. "why don't I look away? Why do I allow the spectacle of my wife masturbating another man excite me?"

"Tell me cunt!" her boy lover demanded of Susan. "Do you want to trade this one for your husband's? If so, I will leave and bother you no more." 

"If not, however, you must tell him that you belong to me now. Tell him that he may keep you as his wife if he wants, but from now on you are my woman, and that I will breed you for my pleasure as I please. Make it plain to him. In the future, even tho you are his wife, your mouth, your pussy, and your ass are my property, and he may use them only at my sufferance, and with my permission."

There were tears in Susan's eyes as she turned to her husband to beg for his understanding and forgiveness. 

"It's true Jack. He owns me. I cannot live without his cock. It is true that he has been fucking me for weeks now. It is also true that during that time I have sucked him off and swallowed his seed almost every day. God help me, I am as addicted to his prick in my mouth as I am to having it in my pussy." 

"It is true that he has spread me face down on my office desk and fucked me from behind like a bitch in heat. Yes, it is also true that he has laid me in your bed with my arms stretched upward over my head, then forced my knees back against my breasts, exposing my vulnerable pussy to the plunder of his big hard penis. And yes, even as filled as I was, I nonetheless pleaded with him to give me more cock, more and harder. Yes, it shames me, but it is also true that I have been easy and willing. Every time he has fucked me I have begged him for it, even when he took me in my ass." 

Susan was sobbing even heavier now, weeping so hard she could hardly get the words out. 

"I swear I didn't want this to happen, but it did. I was foolish and a little drunk that first time when he laid me on my back by the pool, ate my pussy, and then slid his cock inside me. After that I have never been able to resist him again." 

"I do love you Jack, and I hope that you still love me. Please, if you do love me, stay with me. Help me through this. Even tho I give myself to him, and you must share my holes with his cock, you will still be my husband and life partner. Believe me, you will share only my body, nothing else, certainly not my love. That will always be yours, entirely yours. I will be your wife, a good wife in every way Curt will allow me to be, even though I am his slut. He has promised to treat us both fairly, and he is said that if you stay with me without complaint, he will not make trouble for us." 

"You will have your job and your promotion. Our life will be different of course, I cannot help that, but we will have our home and our lives together, and Curt assures me that from time to time he will allow you to fuck my mouth and pussy. Please! It will not be so bad, and we can have a life together as long as we do as he says. Stay with me and I promise, whenever I am permitted to do so, I will give you sex that will be worlds better than I have ever given you before." 

* * * * * * * * * * * 

Jack could deal with his awful mental images no longer. The shock of his wife's admission that she was indeed the slut of the teenager next door ended Jack's hypnotic flashback. As Jack paused to shake free from his trance, Dr. Kent stopped scribbling on his note pad, and walked across the room to his desk to pour three fingers of Southern Comfort into a glass. 

"Here Jack," the doctor offered has he handed him the whisky. "This will make you feel better."

Neither man spoke again for a while. It was late in the afternoon and what sunlight remained was fast failing, absorbed by the dark wood of the paneled walls. The whiskey did help, and the color returned to Jack's face. Exhausted by the stress of his memories, much of his anger had seeped away. Dr. Kent turned on a floor lamp, and in its soft light, renewed questioning his patient.


Once A Wife, Now A Teenager's Slut Ch. 2



"What happened then Jack. What did you decide? Which moved you the most, your disappointment and anger, or your love for a wife pleading for your help? Or, perhaps you found other motivations as well. Perhaps Susan's open and overt sexual passion for her young lover stirred something deep inside yourself, perhaps something very moving and erotic?"

Jack nodded his head in agreement. Although the tone of his answer was lower and more even now, his voice was still filled with stress and uncertainty. 

"I didn't decide anything, at least not right then. How could I? Really, I was in shock...but yeah, I have to admit... pictures of Susan naked and making love to this boy's cock ran through my head, and they set my imagination on fire. I could see so clearly his huge member stretching her little pussy to the limit as he fucked her. I could see her on her knees her mouth full, her head bobbing, her breasts swaying, as she sucked him off with a frantic passion." 

"Such things were so unlike her. I had never before envisioned my sweet, chaste, even prudish wife, performing this way, not even with me. Suddenly confronted by this new and unexpected 'Susan the Slut', I was paralyzed by these erotic and fanciful visions of Susan's mouth and pussy, and yes and her ass too, stuffed to the brim with the huge penis Curtis had demonstrated only moments before." 

"Anyway, Curtis was not waiting around for a decision from me. I don't think he much cared what I did. He had Susan standing before him with her legs spread and his hand was under her skirt feeling her cunt. I couldn't see exactly what he was doing to her, but I could make a pretty good guess from the expression on her face and the moans that escaped from her open mouth." 

"A minute or two later he pushed her onto her knees, and ordered her to open her blouse. He told her he wanted to play with her bare tits while she sucked him off. What do you think Doctor? Was it shock, or was it lust, that kept me from uttering a word of protest as Curtis prepared the woman I love to take his cock inside her?" 

"Susan knelt between his thighs without resistance, and ripped open the buttons down the front of her blouse. She was braless and her gorgeous breasts dropped like soft melons into the strong hands of her boy lover. I hated it, but despite my anger, I must admit that watching the love of my life stretch her lips around that giant hard-on was about the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Yes Sir, it is no more than the truth! To see my beautiful wife used like a street whore turned me on as I seldom, if ever, have been before." 

"God damn it Bill! I had fallen down the rabbit hole into Wonderland, only this was no place for Alice and the other children to play. This was a whorehouse where the Queen of Hearts would surely be a Madam pimping for a stable of prostitutes. In this fantasy it seemed quite normal for my wife to be on her knees sucking a stranger's penis while he squeezed her bare breasts and pinched her nipples." 

"Normal? Right then I didn't know what normal even was. What I did know was that my own penis was erect and in desperate need of attention, and in a whorehouse there is always a solution for that problem." 

"I was still sprawled nude across the bed with an equally naked Carla beside me. I reached for her hand and pressed it over my prick already as hard as a rock. Carla's fingers closed around me and she played 'stab the monkey' with my stick for a minute or two before she groaned and dropped her head with an open mouth into my crotch." 

"What a hot number that little girl is! With one gulp she swallowed everything I had. Her lips were even sweeter this time than when Curtis and Susan interrupted us earlier. I took a fistful of her hair in each hand and snatched her nose all away down into my pubic hair, then lifted her up again until her mouth held only the tip end of my penis. Forcing the tempo, I kept on yanking her head up and down that way, fucking her mouth. I spurted my semen on a down stroke with the head of my cock buried deep in her throat. Just then, across the room, Curtis yanked himself from Susan's lips and ejaculated his load across her face." 

"When it was over, I lay there panting for breath, so drained that my balls ached. Normal? Of course not! It was crazy! The whole damn thing was crazy, but at the time it did not seem at all unusual that across the room for me another man's sticky jism was dripping in a long string from my Susan's chin."

"Curtis had only begun to demonstrate what a slut he had made of my wife. It was plain to see he intended to prove that Susan was now his, his property, his woman. To that purpose he was putting on an act for me, abusing my wife as much for my benefit as for his own pleasure." 

"He stripped off her already open blouse, and bent her over the padded arm of an easy chair. She lay there submissively with her ass in the air, her head pressed against the seat, and her legs spread behind her as wide as they would go with her toes still able to touch the floor. He flipped her skirt up over her back. She wore no panties and the way her pussy glistened with wet, it was obvious that she was both ready and eager to take cock. Curtis, however, was in no hurry. He played with her slit, teasing her with his fingers, finger fucking her, rubbing her clit. Through it all Curtis continued to demand that she tell him, and me, what she wanted him to do to her." 

"'Where do you want it Susan?' he would ask. 'Do you want it in your pussy, or in your ass?'" 

"Overwhelmed by the desire raging thru her body, Susan surrendered absolutely. She begged shamelessly for her teen lover to fuck her, in her pussy...in her ass...she said she didn't care as long as he stuck her with his big cock." 

"Her head on the seat of the chair was turned toward me, and her eyes met mine. There were tears there...tears of shame that I should hear her plead for another man's penis...tears of humiliation that I would be there watching her passion when her lover finally gave her the hard phallus she so desperately wanted. She turned her head away, preferring to stare blankly into the back of the chair rather than face me. I understood for the first time how hopeless the situation was. Susan's decision had been made. To her, no humiliation, no abuse, nothing, was too great a price to pay to have that nine inches of slick hard prick plunder her cunt. 

I was disappointed, no I was God damned angry, that Susan would play the slut in front of me this way. I must admit, however, I was very nearly as inflamed as she, so much so that I could not stop watching Curtis abuse her. Could it be that I wanted her used as his sex toy every bit as much as she did? Driven to madness by what was happening before my eyes, I found myself urging her boy lover on with my thoughts. 

"'Do it! Do it to her!' my mind screamed silently. 'Yes! Yes! Give the slut I married what she wants! Make her beg for it, humble her like the whore she is, then fuck her until she pleads for mercy.'"

"Is there something wrong with me Bill," Jack asked his doctor. "What kind of man cheers his wife's lover on when the bastard has her stooped over a chair arm insisting she beg for his cock? What kind of man gets off on watching his wife used and abused by some stranger, especially when that stranger is barely out of high school? Tell me the truth doctor, am I some kind of pervert?" 

"No," Dr. Kent answered, "I'd say you were pretty normal. Standards of sexual morality, whatever they may be in a given culture, has very little to do with sanity. I daresay that in the same situation, most men would have reacted just as you did. After all, a beautiful woman stretched out over the arm of a chair with her bare buttocks and vagina in the air, begging her male master for sex, is a powerful aphrodisiac, even if she is your wife. But go on! What happened next?"

"That's reassuring Bill," Jack began, "but I will not hold you to your diagnosis until you hear the rest of it. Unfortunately my pitiful story only gets worse. Curtis did finally fuck her of course. First he stuck her in her pussy and pumped her there until she had cum twice, maybe three times, I couldn't tell for sure."

"Then he asked her, 'Do you want me in your ass now Susan? Let's show your husband what a hot little bitch you are these days. Beg me to fuck your ass.'"

"Of course, just as he asked, my slut wife begged. Her voice was husky with need and passion as she pleaded to be sodomized. 'Yes, yes Curtis my lover! Give me your cock there. In my butt! Fuck my ass Please!'" 

"Curtis was quick to oblige. His prick was slick with pussy juice, but even so, I would never have believed how easily his huge rod split Susan's tiny puckered asshole wide open. I knew it must have hurt her some because I saw her clinch her hands into fists, and bite her lip." 

"Nevertheless, the only thing she said was 'Oh God yes! Give it to me! More! Harder! Deeper! Please Curt, Fuck my ass! FUCK MY ASS!'" 

"Perhaps the worst of it, however, was the photographs Carla was taking the entire time Curt was buried in Susan's holes, both from and rear. I should have stopped her. I knew what a danger those pictures would be to Susan and I if Curtis ever took a notion to prove to the world that we were perverts. It occurred to me that even if he didn't, he was bastard enough to post them somewhere on the Internet." 

"Somehow at that moment, however, I didn't care. This boy with a man's penis was ravishing my wife, she was begging him for 'more' and 'harder', and I was hopelessly entangled in his net of hedonistic sensuality. The truth, please! Wasn't I enjoying a vicarious thrill from watching another man take my wife in her most private holes? What did a few pornographic photographs matter to a man and his wife already up to their necks in depravity?"

"Well doctor, that's about it for that evening. Curtis took some pictures of Carla sucking my cock. I didn't argue with him about it. As I said before, I had ceased to care about much of anything. Carla's last blowjob had pretty much drained me, and Curtis shooed his sister and I off to the guest bedroom before I could cum for the third time. Carla snuggled up against me and quickly dropped off to sleep." 

"I was less fortunate. Our bed was up against a wall common with the master bedroom. I could hear my wife quite clearly every time she begged Curtis to fuck her, or when she would moan in pleasure, or scream in erotic ecstasy. Never in our entire married life had Susan ever been vocal that way with me, but then I suppose I never gave her the ride on my penis that Curtis was giving her on his."

"Finally things quieted down. I guess even a stud like Curtis eventually wears out. I dropped off to sleep until just before daylight. It may be hard to believe, but I awoke as horny as the Pope. I sucked on Carla's pretty nipples until she was awake also. I crawled between those muscular schoolgirl legs for a quick 'wake-up' piece of ass. My God Bill, it has been years since I last had sex with the sun still coming up." 

"When I was finished with my morning fuck, Carla joined me in the shower and we played a game of grab ass under the running water. By the time we were finished there were passionate sounds coming from the next room, and I stuck my head in to see what was going on." 

"Curtis was stretched out flat on his back with Susan straddling him, sitting on his cock, leaning forward but braced over him with her hands on the bed. His hands were on her breasts abusing her nipples between his fingers. Every so often Susan would lift herself upward until her pussy barely held his last inch of length. Then she would settle back down, slowly tho, only bit by bit taking him up her cunt all the way to his balls. She whimpered with delight as millimeter after millimeter of that long hard rod gradually disappeared inside her." 

"Obviously Susan had been put through the wringer of a hard night. Her hair was a mess. There were red hickeys on her breasts, and her soft tit flesh was crusty with semen. Dried strings of the same jism ran across her face and into her hair. Her pussy looked raw and inflamed. Nevertheless, her nipples were erect and long, her breasts were full and swollen, and she absolutely glowed every time her pussy dropped back around the big prick that was stretching her cunt." 

"I have never seen her more beautiful, more female, or so wantonly desirable." 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Neither Dr. Kent nor Jack spoke for a long while. Finally the Doctor asked, "Well, that was six weeks ago. What has transpired since?"

"Things have become even crazier, perhaps because I made the wrong choice on what to do about the situation. Call me a fool and a spineless coward if you will, or maybe I'm a pervert just as Curtis says, but I decided to stay with Susan. I love her. I always have and I always will. Perhaps at least some of this is as much my fault as hers. For openers, it's obvious that I should have worked harder to be a better lover. Then there's my job. I have worked too hard to throw away a career just because some 19 year old is fucking my wife. 

"What has been going on lately? Well, things have been much the same, only spread out over more time. That arrogant young shithead still has Susan ga-ga over his big cock, and between his hold on Susan and his threat to my job, he still has me by the balls. Those pictures he took worry me too."

"Curtis has certainly enjoyed having Susan as a daily sex toy hung up on the end of his erection, almost as much as she has enjoyed being there. She is totally subservient, and she will do anything to please him. For example, he told her that she must never keep him waiting when he wanted to fuck her. Now she strips herself naked as soon as she arrives home from the hospital just to be ready if he should show up for some female attention to his prick. She stays that way until she goes off to work the next morning."

"Well, that said, maybe she's right. He certainly does come by pretty regularly to dip his wick in Susan's honey pot. If she knows when to expect him she will masturbate herself with her finger before he arrives to make certain her pussy is moist for him. It's not always possible to know when he will show up, however. He has his own key to the front door, and it is not unusual for him to barge in at 2 or 3 A.M. after he has been out carousing with his pals." 

"Drunk and obnoxious he will call up the stairway to Susan, 'Get your ass down here slut. Daddy needs some nookie.' Susan is already naked of course as she bounces out of bed, splashes herself with perfume, does her face, and then rushes downstairs to service that God damned kid's prick." 

"Bill, you cannot imagine the hell I go through laying in my bed listening to the unmistakable groans, moans, and screams of my wife pleasuring herself on that bastard's oversized shaft. No, that's not quite true! My turn in the really hot hell comes when Susan returns to bed an hour or so later. I could hardly believe it the first time Susan told me what that arrogant brat wanted me to do. 

"'Curtis says you are to lick his cum out of my pussy. If you don't do it, he says he will cut you off and not let me have sex with you for a month.'" 

"Can you guess what I did doctor? Yeah, bet on it! I did as I was told, then and every time since! A man can't live in a sewer without getting shit all over him. Shit becomes his life's staple, something necessary to his very existence. Living in a whorehouse does the same thing to a man. I cannot shake my visions of Susan naked in bed with her boy lover servicing his oversized and overused dick. They keep me so constantly and unbearably horny that I walk around with an erection of my own that will not go down. To make matters worse, every night I sleep with a wife who is the slut of a 19 year old, but I am not allowed to stick my cock in her mouth or cunt without the permission of her not-yet-dry-behind-the-ears teenage lover. It makes my balls ache, and worse it has made sex an addiction, the pivot of my life." 

"Any sex at all will do. Even eating her cunt soiled with another man's seed is something to savor and enjoy. Perhaps it isn't even so bad. Certainly it is better than nothing at all. Susan always orgasms on my tongue, and I would cum too if either of us were only allowed to touch my fully erect, rock hard, and throbbing penis, but Curtis has prohibited either of us from doing that." 

"May God help me! My sex life, all of it, is now subject to the control of that God damned boy." 

"Susan has warned me. 'Please Jack, if I catch you jacking off I must report you to Curtis, and he will take away your privileges to use my mouth or pussy, I know how you're suffering, and I don't want to be the one who makes it worse for you. Besides, I enjoy sex with you more than I ever have before. For my sake then, as well as for your own, please be a good boy and keep your hands off that thing between your legs.'" 

"Curtis does allow me to use Susan's mouth and pussy two times a week as long as my schedule doesn't interfere with his own. Every so often he brings Carla with him to our house, and depending on his mood, he might, or might not, let me use her for my entertainment. This isn't nearly enough to give me the relief I need, but it is all he will let me have, and I would do almost anything before I jeopardize it." 

"Tell me doctor, am I a case study or what? Be sure and write all this down on your pad. Probably it should read something like this, 'Today I had a patient so horny that he is willing to suck another man's semen from his wife's cunt so that her lover will allow him to fuck her even twice a week.' Something like that should be worth a government grant for further research into sexual wimps." 

"But hey, don't let me give you the idea that Curtis never includes me while he fucks my wife, nor does he always screw her downstairs on the couch. There are nights when he invites himself right into our bedroom. The bastard does not even bother to knock. Why should he? The more outrageous his arrogance, the greater my groveling. He enjoys that almost as much as he enjoys sticking his cock in Susan's pussy."

"How do things usually go when Curtis visits my bedroom? Let me paint you a picture. He lays flat on his back in my bed with his huge member sticking straight up like a flagpole. My wife mounts him and swallows that incredible hard-on with her pussy. While she is bouncing up and down on his rod, I stand naked over against the wall with my own erection jutting straight out from my groin. From time to time Curtis will insist I do a little dance to make my cock bob up and down. He thinks that makes his jokes about men with small pricks funnier. Maybe so! It certainly makes HIM laugh.

Yet, despite all the cruel things he says about the inadequacy of my tool, he has never made me go soft. I don't think he ever could, not with my beautiful wife babbling incoherently as she enjoys multiple orgasms from riding her chosen lover's upright rod. Maybe I am a pervert Bill. Sometimes I become so aroused at watching Curtis fuck my wife that when he makes me dance, I ejaculate just from the bobbing of my prick. 

Occasionally, Very occasionally I am allowed to participate more directly. One of Curtis' favorite things is to have Susan on her hands and knees sucking his cock while I dog fuck her pussy from behind. When Carla is there and in bed with he and Susan, the two girls often wear him down after a bit. While he is resting, he might let me fuck Susan while she eats Carla's pussy. The bad news is that whenever I am allowed to get off, my relief is counted against the twice a week that I'm otherwise allowed to enjoy my wife."

"A couple of times Curtis took Susan with him away from our house. They would be gone for four or five hours, but I have no idea where they went or what they did. Susan won't talk about it. Once he took her off for a whole weekend. Again I wasn't consulted about what my neighbor's son was doing to, and with, my wife for two days."




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"That is about all the story to date. There may be, in fact I'm sure there are, things I know nothing about, but that's where things are now to the best of my knowledge. What about it Bill? What do I do now? Do you have any suggestions?"

Dr. Kent stroked his goatee struggling to keep the expression on his face as impassive and as noncommittal as possible. For about 60 seconds the silence was heavy in the room. Finally the good doctor spoke. 

"It's a difficult situation, and I'm going to have to give it some thought before I jump in with any advice. I will say this tho Jack, your lawyer was certainly right, you are in one hell of a mess. 

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Once A Wife, Now A Teenager's Slut Ch. 3



 This is Chapter 3 of a story I started some time ago and have been delinquent in continuing.  For those who might have read and enjoyed the previous two chapters I apologize for my procrastination. For those who might here be exposed to this story for the first time, I sincerely hope you will be tempted to read chapters 1 and 2.

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THE TIME: January 19, 2001. 

THE PLACE: The offices of Dr. William Kent, Phd.

Dr. Kent, psychologist, stared intently at the unhappy woman pouting on his office couch. It was plain to see his patient was uncooperative, and his 'counseling' unwelcome. 


"So… Why the hell am I here?" Susan Ryder asked herself. Unrepentant and defensive, she silently argued her sins with herself. "What the hell! So… A teenage stud is banging me. So what!! I'm surely not the first married woman to have that problem. So, the kid lives next door. So… What of it? Like he's damned handy when my mature pussy needs a young hard-on fix." 

"A young hard-on!" Just the thought was enough to trigger in Susan's mind the clear crisp image of Curtis Wertzler and herself lying on the deck of her swimming pool. Her bikini top and bottom are drifting abandoned in the pool. His 19 year old nude and muscular body is clutched between her equally bare 38 year old legs. Her ankles are crossed behind his hips holding his erection buried hilt deep inside her stretched vagina. His hands grip her full mature breasts, squeezing and twisting, thumbing her nipples, torturing her sensitive female flesh. Her eyes are closed, and her mouth is agape gasping for breath in the stress of her orgasm. 

The memory was so delicious, yet so unacceptable. Symptomatic of her emotional ambiguity, even as she struggled with her guilt Susan's pussy moistened. 

"What was I thinking? How could I have allowed a teen young enough to be my son to take me like that? Until that day I was a mature rational woman, happily married and faithful to my husband. Yet I begged for it, spread my legs and let him slice me like a whore. Why was I so easy, so hungry, so eager? But I was! Even so, he was only a boy, my weakness momentary, a single dalliance, a temporary indiscretion, nothing more. Why then was that single taste of forbidden fruit so addictive? Never would I have dreamed that a strange cock, certainly not one so young, could turn me from a respected and loving wife into a teenager's slut. " Crazy! Absurd! Susan Ryder a sex toy of a boy just out of high school? The very idea… simply absurd! For a scant moment Susan even considered, "Perhaps there is something wrong with my head" 

"No," she answered her own question. "I may be horny, I may be a slut, but I am not out of my mind. Yet, if I'm sane, why the hell did I tell Jack I would meet with his God damned shrink?" she asked herself. "This is all so pointless." 

So it seemed, at least to Susan. Nevertheless, she had come to the office of her husband's head doctor. She was on his couch, waiting to discuss her ongoing adultery. This far Susan had gone, but her mind was made up, not an inch more! Sex addict? Neurotic? Maladjusted? Psychotic? Nymphomaniac? Or more simply diagnosed, just a born whore? Whatever! Susan was determined. This Freudian quack could not and would not wean her away from her boy lover and his oversized pussy pacifier. Reassured, Susan's anger momentarily faded into a barely suppressed, if entirely inappropriate, giggle at the futility of this 'counseling' nonsense. 

Encouraged by the hint of a smile at the corners of Susan's lips, Dr, Kent began cautiously. "Well now Susan, Jack tells me you and he have a serious problem with your marriage. Do you agree?"

Susan Ryder's petulance was quick to return. "Please Doctor, spare me the 'let's talk about it' approach. I don't have the patience to beat around the bush. I'm sure Jack has told you in considerable detail about our neighbor's well hung teenage son, and how the kid has turned me into his slut." 

"Wasn't that exactly the way my dear husband put it Doctor? 'My slut wife is fucking the neighbor's no-good not-yet-dry-behind-the-ears kid?' Sure enough Doctor, that's me. I'm Susan, Jack Ryder's slut wife, easy pussy for teenage boys." Susan paused for perhaps five seconds before adding an equally venomous admission to her burst of sarcasm. 

"Well it's all true Doctor, and yes, at the very least, it is fair to say that this sudden insatiable adulterous itch in my vagina for a teenage penis has for damn sure caused a serious problem with our marriage."

Dr. Kent made no reply, offering his patient an opportunity for her anger to ebb. After a minute or so of silence Susan Ryder finally spoke again. Her words came grudgingly, uncomfortably, as if unwilling to discuss the matter further, but at the same time unable to drop the subject. 

"Anyway Doctor, Susan-the-whore is not currently the only or even primary problem. Oh, this mess may have begun with my overheated pussy, but as you know damn well, I wasn't the only one who strayed from the straight and narrow. Sure, I spread my legs for the neighbors' son, but when their sexy daughter came around offering her sweet baby cunt, my concerned husband wasn't exactly conscientious at keeping his fly zipped and his thing in his pants either." 

The hard bitter tone of Susan's voce was almost snarling as she mounted her defense. 

"Curtis Wertzler is the devil. He had his prick in me up to his balls before I hardly knew what was happening. He set Jack up the same way, tempting him with the tender young pussy of his 18 year old sister, Carla. Just like me, Jack must have resisted for all of two minutes before he took the bait, hook, line and sinker." 

"Trust me doctor, up until Jack dipped his wick where it shouldn't have been I was just a run-of-the-mill wayward wife. Until then I had committed a little spousal infidelity, unpleasant but not uncommon, a sin difficult to live with, but a situation manageable between adults. It was Jack's hard-on buried in Carla's cunt that turned my little peccadillo into an all around disaster impossible to deal with." 

Susan looked ready to cry in frustration. 

"Curtis has photographs of Jack and I having sex with his sister and himself, and he is blackmailing us with them. He threatens to mail them to our relatives, friends, and even Jack's employer and mine, unless we play his sex game. That would be bad enough in itself, but if either of us tries to back out, Curt says he will tell the police that we were 'preying' on he and Carla while they were still underage. Any or all of that will ruin our reputations. Both our professional careers would go in the shit can, along with our livelihood." 

"Can't you see Doctor? I may have been the first one tempted, but my obsession with Curt Wertzler's cock is now irrelevant. Jack and I are at the mercy of that young devil. Frankly, a good hit man is probably the only solution for either of us. Cooling my overheated cunt, even if that was what I wanted, only complicates things. Either Jack and I go along as a team, or Curtis will blow our lives apart." 

"Surely, Jack has already told you how the 'go along' thing works, including all the sleazy details of how I am now Curt's sex slave, his 24/7 slut and whore, on call anytime anywhere to service his big teen prick. Nor does 'going along' end there. No, not at all! Curtis has discovered what sadistic fun it is to rub a husband's nose in his wife's dirt. It is not enough that my poor husband must consent to a stranger using me as a slut and a whore, Jack is also required to directly participate in my pitiful sexual servitude." 

"A typical night begins with Curt and I naked in my bed together. Curt either plays with my pussy and tits, or eats my cunt, while Jack sits on the edge and listens to me beg for the teenage hard-on I can't seem to resist. On fire from Curt's mouth and hands, I beg shamelessly to have his young cock… in my cunt, in my mouth, and even up my ass. I mean every word of it too as my poor husband knows all too well. I can't help myself. Once the kid gets his finger or tongue in me, I don't care where or how he fucks me as long as I have him somewhere."

"Oh, and that's only the beginning! Once I am all wet and spread, eagerly whimpering to be serviced by a length of teenage male meat, Curt insists that Jack join me in asking that I be fucked. Generally what Curtis requires is an abject humiliating surrender, something oh so polite and humble like:"

" 'Please Sir! Take my wife! She is yours! I give her to you! Won't you please fuck my wife for me?'" 

"Even then I don't get done until Jack takes Curt's pecker in hand and guides it into my adulterous female slit. Jack then must watch while this boy from next door fucks the shit out of me. My poor husband can only sit there watching me take dick, listening to my frenzied pleading for more cock, until at the bitter end Curt ejaculates in my cunt." 

"You think that is all? Not on your life! When Curtis is finished with me, and his sperm is oozing from my hole, he makes Jack crawl between my legs and clean me with his tongue. At the very end, Curtis insists that Jack thank him for servicing my pussy. Without any choice, my husband grits his teeth and does as he is told.

"'Thank you so much Curtis for fucking my wife. I really appreciate what you do for Susan, and that you let me clean her pussy afterwards. She enjoys your cock so much, and I love the way her pussy tastes when it is filled with your cum. We both hope you will fuck her often.'"

"Other nights, Curtis varies his sadistic little game. He seats Jack naked by our bed in a simple straight back no arms chair. Jack's arms are tied behind him around the chair back, and his legs are tied spread to the chair legs leaving his dick exposed. I am made to kneel and suck him until he has an erection." 

"Then Curt calls me to crawl into bed where he stuffs three or four pillows under my ass. He makes me masturbate my elevated cunt under Jack's nose while plays with my breasts. As always can't help myself. I go into heat and beg Curt to fuck me. Stressed by my mouth and slutty submission to my boy master, Jack's face turns beet red, as red as his aching, jerking, bobbing, rock hard, pecker. He needs to spurt so badly, but with his hands tied he can't even touch himself." 

"I need to cum too, but should either of us orgasm without Curt's permission, we will be punished on the spot. Curt will first bind us together standing back to back with one rope under Jack's armpits then around my neck and waist, and the second around our thighs. Helpless and exposed we are lashed with a whip from our knees to our necks, and after we have been beaten, he will start us over from the beginning. The memory of that experience is powerful motivation for self control." 

"As Jack suffers tied to his chair, Curt taunts him, describing how wet I am, how good I smell, how soft my breasts are, and asking him over and over if he wouldn't like to fuck me? Eventually, Curt will send me to masturbate Jack's pulsing penis in my hand, but only slowly as I pinch the root, delaying the ejaculation as long as possible. When Curt finally allows it, I kneel and take Jack's load in my face. When he is finished spurting, I sit on Jack's lap with my legs across his knees and lean forward so he can lick away his own cum." 

"Then its back on my knees to suck Jack's soft penis until he is hard again. When I have him up once more, Curt makes Jack beg to cum in my mouth… something we all know will never actually be allowed. Instead my poor husband will be left tied in his chair with his erection throbbing and balls aching watching my teen stud fuck me. After Curt has shot his wad in my cunt, he stands astraddle of Jack's chair, and makes my humiliated husband suck clean the soft dick that has just cum in my wet cunt." 

"Of course that is only one of the many ways Jack is humbled. Sometimes, instead of sending me to masturbate my chair bound husband, I am made to suck Curt off, but rather than swallowing his ejaculation, he makes me hold it to spit in Jack's mouth as I kiss him. Jack must swallow my 'gift' and thank Curtis for his load. Jack hates it I'm sure, but probably not as much as cleaning Curt's cock with his mouth and tongue."

"Then there are 'Curt's rules'. At home, I must be naked at all times, wearing my collar and leash, ready at Curt's beck and call to pleasure him day or night. I must keep my pussy shaved bare, and my ass constantly lubricated. Jack and I are forbidden to have sex of any kind with each other or anyone else except with permission. Even masturbation is forbidden to either of us. Under the circumstances, that is particularly hard on Jack." 

"As if that wasn't enough, Curtis makes us keep on a big framed photo hung on our bedroom wall of he and I having sex. I am astraddle of Curtis' hips, mounted on his cock. My pussy is stretched into a tight 'O' around the male shaft that has impaled me. My hair is flying wildly. My hands are on my breasts pinching my own nipples. In my passion my eyes are tightly shut and my mouth is hanging open. It is so very obvious I am a slut in the midst of an orgasm."

"Nevertheless Doctor, I won't lie to you," Susan continued, the anger beginning to drain from her voice even as tears came to her eyes. "Am I humiliated? Yes! Am I ashamed? Yes! Am I degraded? Yes! Is Curtis Wertzler a cruel selfish bastard? Certainly! Yet for all that, I am obsessed with my young stud's penis, and helplessly hooked on the outrageously erotic things he makes me do before he will pleasure me with it." 

"I'm sorry about my infidelity, and what it has done to my husband. I wish it hadn't happened, but it did, and now that's water over the bridge. There's nothing that I can do about, even if I wanted to. It's time everyone faced the truth. I want what this kid has hanging between his legs, I need it, and even though I know he's no good and will hurt me, I won't leave him, nor can you and Jack make me do so." 

Susan's eyes were glassy as she thought about her boy lover, and what his cock did to her. 

"Bastard he is, but Curtis does fuck me so good Dr. Kent! Oh my God, you can't imagine how good he does me. Yes, he treats me like a common slave whore, and makes me do dirty slutty things for him that I would have never even thought of before, but God help me, I cannot resist him. I am his love slave Doctor. I worship his penis. When I'm on my back with my legs spread begging him to stick me with that thing, I am simply too overwhelmed, too gloriously grateful to be his slut, to care what I'm doing to Jack and our marriage." 

"The fact is I never knew what sex could be like until now. I think about Curt's big prick every hour of every day. He fucks me with it so delightfully that even if I wasn't being blackmailed, I couldn't give it up. Think whatever you will about me, I don't really give a damn. I am Curtis Wertzler's property, his chattel, something he owns, like his car or golf clubs. Whatever he wants from me he can have! Anything. Doctor, as long as he keeps my cunt stuffed with his female pacifier. Surely Doctor Kent, you have heard the story of Eve and the forbidden apple. You don't really believe you can cure what God couldn't?"

Neither Dr. Kent nor his patient spoke again for a long time. Finally Susan broke the silence. "You think I'm 20 bricks short of a load to be talking this way don't you Doctor? Well I'm not crazy Dr. Kent. I'm not even 'maladjusted'. I'm just an everyday horny slut, as common and ordinary as dirt. Here, I will prove it to you. I'm sure that Jack told you of that weekend I went away with Curtis and I came home all fucked out and frazzled. I wouldn't tell Jack anything about the lewd dirty things Curtis made me do on our little trip, but I'll tell you. Perhaps then you will believe me that I'm just a run-of-the-mill tramp with a hot pussy, untreatable by medical science."

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Susan's eyes glazed over and she began to tell her story of her weekend at the mercy of her teenage master.

"It was a Friday afternoon. It had been a long day for me at my hospital office. Curtis had hinted the night before that he had something special in mind for me. I half expected him to show up and fuck me in my office. He has done that before, and he enjoys my distress that someone on the hospital staff might catch us having sex. Even so, I was disappointed when he didn't show up. My cunt was sopping wet all day just thinking about how he might force me face down over my desk and take me first in my pussy and then in my ass." 

"Good God! I was so frustrated and disconnected! When would he come? What would he do to me this time? Finally in my panic I closed my office a half hour early. I thought he might be waiting for me in my car. In the ladies' room I buckled the broad strap of my dog collar around my neck. Curtis insists that when I'm with him I wear a collar as befits a slave woman. I hate it. People stare. They know what a dog collar on a woman's neck means, and I am humiliated to wear mine in public. Ashamed of my insignia of sexual servitude, I slipped out of the hospital by the back door careful that no one saw me on my way to the parking lot."

"Sure enough, there he was. He has his own key and he was sitting in the driver's seat of my car with the motor running, cool and comfortable in the air-conditioning. I went to the passenger side, opened the door, and sat down beside him."

" 'You're early slut,' he announced with an evil grin. 'Why are you early slut? Couldn't wait?'"

"Damn him! I was on edge, fixated on the thought of having him between my legs, and feeling damned guilty about it. He knew all that, and as usual, he was using it to work on my head. He does so enjoy rubbing my nose in my own dirty imagination, and he always makes me crawl before he will give me his cock. It's a ritual he repeats so regularly that I know my part by heart." 

"First, he bullies me until he I am nervous and flustered. Then he makes me admit out loud and in detail what a slut I am, and promise that I am his slave to do with as he pleases. Finally he insists that I beg him to fuck me. By then begging for it is not a hard thing for me to do. I am literally in heat, and I do need his cock so badly. That day in the car, like always, I gave in. Without a shred of shame, I told him I was his slut and slave, and begged him for sex. 

" 'No Curtis, I couldn't wait. Please! Please! I need you so much. I am your slut. You own me! Take me! Use me! Anything you want! Let me suck you! Fuck me! Please, oh dear God! Please, give me your cock.'"

"When he waits in my car, after I have been properly humbled, I am usually allowed to suck him off before we even leave the parking lot. This, however, wasn't to be the usual day. To my surprise and disappointment, he waved me off when I reached to unzip his fly. 'No time for fun and the games today slut,' he announced unexpectedly. 'People are waiting on us. Are you wearing panties?'"

" 'Yes,' I answered defensively. 'You said I should Curtis. Don't you remember?'"

" 'Don't get smart bitch. Of course I remember, but I wasn't sure you did. Pull up your skirt. Take them off, and hand them over here.'" 

"Ordinarily I am not allowed to wear underwear, neither slip, nor bra, nor panties, and certainly not pantyhose, although I am permitted to wear a garter belt and hose to work. When Curt wants to use my pussy or my tits, he demands bare skin with no fumbling around about it. Anyway, he knows that my breasts swaying under my blouse, and my skirt rubbing against my shaved pubis, arouses and humiliates me, both at the same time. Yet, for some reason, this day he had wanted me to wear panties to work." 




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"I had no clue why then, and now if I was to take them off so soon, why did he have me wear them at all. Not that I really cared. Already in heat just sitting beside him, I was wondering quite desperately, 'With my panties off, would he finger fuck my hot pussy?' My God, how I hoped so!" 

"Eager to have his hand between my legs, I stripped the pink briefs off my legs, and dropped them into his reaching hand. I kept my skirt up around my waist and spread my knees, but he ignored my invitation. Instead, he fumbled through the soft nylon folds for a moment searching for the evidence of my arousal, and finding it, he raised the sopping wet crotch to his nose." 

"The bastard!  He knew damned well I had spent the day dreaming about his cock, and how good would feel to have him inside me. The bastard! He was showing off, using my panties to prove that I was a trashy sex obsessed slut addicted to his cock. Yes, I was ashamed of myself, but he was right of course. He had indeed turned me into the slut he said I was." 

" 'What a little whore you are Susan,' he said with a sneer as he sniffed my panties. 'These are soaking wet. Why are your panties wet, cunt?'" 

"Oh how he did enjoy shaming me, making me crawl, making me admit how badly I wanted him. I told him what I knew he wanted to hear. What else could I do? Anyway, it was all true!" 

" '...Because all day I thought about you... about your cock… about how you might fuck me tonight.'" 

"All that was true enough, but I hated myself for saying it. I was so ashamed! What kind of a grown woman admits such a thing to a teenaged boy barely out of high school and half her age? Why would a woman of any age let herself be humiliated like this? There is only one answer… because she is a slut! I knew that's what I must be Dr. Kent. The truth was right there, plain to see in the crotch of my panties." 

"I sat there beside my boy lover almost ready to cry. My emotions were so torn and desperate. I did want him so, but what awful dirty humiliating things was he about to make me do? I knew this was only the beginning, and sure enough he began to give instructions." 

" 'First thing, call your husband on your cell phone and tell him you're going on a little vacation with me for the weekend. Tell him you will be fine, and that you will be back sometime Sunday afternoon. Nothing more, you understand?'"

"I did as I was told. Jack answered quickly, and I gave him little chance to talk." 

" 'Hello? Yes Jack, it's me. I'm calling to tell you I am going away with Curt for the weekend. I'm fine and I will be back Sunday after noon. No, I don't know. No, he hasn't told me. Yes, I do want to go with him. Please, Jack, I can't talk now. I love you too. Bye!'"

"What about that 'eh Doc? I told my husband I loved him, and I meant it too. Yet, I also told him I wanted to go away with Curt. I meant that too. How could both be true? How can a woman love her husband, but at the same time be ready and willing, even eager, to go off for a weekend of sex with the neighbor's teenage son?" 

"What do your books say about that Doctor Kent? If they don't cover that subject, ask Curtis. He understands me perfectly. As I hung up he tossed my panties back at me, and with a self satisfied smirk, he began to set my priorities straight as he drove my car out of the hospital parking lot." 

" 'Here, stuff the crotch of these nasty things in your mouth and suck out your pussy juice. Keep your skirt up and play with your cunt. Don't let me catch you with a finger inside tho… just along the lips and the hood of your clit... that's all. I will decide if and when you are allowed to masturbate. And off the blouse! I want to see your breasts. You have a free hand, use it on those tits...pull and pinch your nipples. Make them long and hard for me, I may want to chew on them later. You woman! You are my slut! Remember that! Act like it!'"

"It was maybe 10 minutes later when we reached the on-ramp to the Interstate and headed out of town. 'O.K. Slut,' he told me. 'Now you can frig yourself, but if you cum without permission, I'll take the skin off your ass with a whip.'"

"As much as I needed my finger, I knew this was not necessarily a blessing. The way I had been teasing my tits and pussy had already started a fire in my belly. Jerking off with my finger, but unable to cum, would pour gasoline on the flames. My inevitable suffering was of no consequence, however. When her master speaks, his female slave must obey even if he is only a mere boy half her age. I drove my index finger deep inside my pussy searching for my G spot." 

"We didn't speak again as we traveled. Curtis didn't seem to want to talk and I couldn't with my mouth full of pink nylon. That was just as well. I was too distracted to for small talk. It was all I could do to hold back the orgasm that was threatening to bubble up from my ovaries. Agggh!" 

"Anyway, why ask where we were going, or why? I was speeding topless down the Interstate with my skirt up, chewing on the wet crotch of my panties, one hand playing with my bare tits, and the other masturbating my cunt. Doesn't that picture say it all? I was in heat, eager to be laid on my back and bred with a hard prick. Beyond that, I didn't care about where, why, or what, the young owner of my overheated pussy had in mind for me" 

"See what a hopeless patient I am Dr. Kent?" 

"Curtis was enjoying himself. He had me playing the slut, and that is always his very favorite thing. Then out on the open highway, he stumbled upon still another opportunity to humiliate his whore-from-next-door. Every time we passed a big semi-trailer truck, Curt would slow our car down alongside the cab to give the driver good look at the shameful show I was putting on. Each time, the truckers showed their appreciation by tooting their air horns." 

"Truthfully Dr Kent, I could have died from embarrassment. I still blush every time I hear an air horn. At the time, however, I was teetering on the verge of orgasm, my pussy was running a river, and my shame was a poor second to my desperate need to be fucked. 'Let them watch!' I told myself. 'I have other things to think about.' Whenever an air horn would sound, I would close my eyes and imagine myself mounted on Curt's hard pole riding him to the delightful orgasm forbidden to me in the car." 

"A little over an hour down the Interstate, we took an off ramp into the college town where State University is located, and where Curtis had briefly gone to school. I really didn't care where we were. I was exhausted from fighting back the orgasm that had been screaming out for relief for so many miles. To be fucked, and soon, that was a single idea frozen in my mind." 

"Across from the campus we turned into the street that runs down fraternity row. Halfway down the block we pulled into a parking lot surrounded by five big "frat' houses. The three story house in the middle at the end of the parking lot was classic Old South plantation 'Greek Revival' with four huge two-story columns framing the front porch. This was the home of Zeta Alpha Omega where Curtis had once been a pledge."

"Curtis got out and walked around to my side of the car to open my door. 'Out bitch,' he ordered. My leash was in his hand, and as I stood he clipped it onto the ring in the front of my collar, then removed the panties from my mouth." 

 " 'Please no, Curtis,' I pleaded. 'I am half naked! Don't do this to me. Let me put on my blouse.'" 

"My protest was to no avail. 'You bitch! Shut up!' Curt snapped back, and in his anger he stuffed my panties back in my mouth. 'You will do as you're told! If I wanted your blouse on I would have said so.'" 

"With a yank on my leash he paraded his panty gagged and bare breasted female captive the length of the parking lot, up the front steps, and into the living room of the ZAO house. There in scattered groups seated on the overstuffed leather sofas and chairs were the fraternity brothers and their dates who had drifted upstairs from the cellar dining room after an early dinner." 

"Needless to say, a bare breasted 38 year old woman, wearing a dog collar, her mouth gagged with her panties, and led in on the end of leash, quickly captured the unanimous attention of the room. Although I could not make out much of the individual words, a questioning murmur ran quickly through my audience. I did hear one snippy little black headed coed distinctly say with a sneer, 'look at the old lady whore. I'll bet that's a well-worn cunt. I wonder where Curt found her?'"

" 'Yo, Curt?' one of the brothers finally spoke up loud and clear. 'Who's the momma?' he asked before adding in admiration, 'Great tits man!'" 

" 'How y'all,' my young lover answered amicably, emphasizing his Southern drawl. 'Come over here and meet my new slut. She's my neighbor lady. She has a few miles on her, but she's a pretty thing, well preserved, and she fucks good. That's right isn't it Susan. You are my slut, and you do fuck me good, isn't that so?' Expecting a reply, he pulled my panties from between my teeth and dropped them on the floor "

" 'Yes, Curtis,' I answered as simply and as coolly as I could." 

"The coeds in their frilly cutesy-pie dresses let out a unanimous tittering giggle. No doubt these snotty college baby bitches were speechless at the spectacle of a woman old enough to have been one of their mothers paraded bare breasted into a fraternity house, and then made to admit she was a slut." 

"Curt, however, certainly didn't think my answer was either funny or satisfactory. His eyes flashed with anger, 'Come on now bitch. Say it! All of it! And then say hello to these nice people.'"

"I could see he was determined to make me humble myself before his college friends. On a leash, my breasts on display, what else could I do but crawl? This time I gave him the full degrading little speech he was demanding."

"I even smiled sweetly! 'Hello everyone!' I said obediently, but chewing off the words in my embarrassment. 'That's right! I'm Susan, Curtis' slut. He fucks me! He fucks me good! I'm glad to meet all of you.'" 

"That female giggle was even louder this time, but pacified by my surrender, Curtis was smiling again. 'Now that's better, but my friends here want a better look at how pretty you are. Off the skirt! Show them your shaved pussy, and put your hands behind your back.'" 

"Just as I feared! Curt was going to put me on naked display before these smirking kids. My God! What other dirty humiliation might he demand of me? Right then I should've pulled away and run, but I didn't. Where could I have gone? Anyway, always in the back of my head was the memory of the delightful way Curtis fucks me. Frozen by that thought, I just couldn't bring myself to even try to escape. Instead I opened the snaps at the waist of my skirt, and it dropped to the floor in a pile at my feet." 

"I stepped clear, losing my shoes as I did so, completely naked but for my garter belt and hose. Obediently, I turned my back to Curtis offering him my hands behind me to the handcuffs I knew were waiting. My heart sank when I felt them close around my wrists. With the click of those steel jaws, running away was no longer an option. Now I was a helpless female in bondage, a naked slave woman showing off her mature body and shaved pussy before a circle of gawking college students." 

"Curtis reached his arms around me from behind, and squeezed a breast in each hand, pinching the nipples between his thumb and forefinger as he did so. Almost instantly my aureoles crinkled and my nubs became hard as rocks. 'Remember,' he ordered, 'I own you body and soul now, Susan! Offer the tits and pussy that are mine to my friends! Show them how wet I make you. Tell them to use their hands and fingers and feel you for themselves!'"

"I could feel the blush of shame running through me, but I had no choice. I spread my legs a bit wider, and through the fog of my humiliation I could hear myself saying, 'Yes, please! Everyone! Won't you all feel how wet my Curtis keeps my, 'er I mean his, pussy?'"

"To my astonishment, the first to step forward at my invitation was not one of the brothers, but the coed bitch I had heard sneering at me when I first entered. With one hand pinching painfully on a nipple, and the other probing my cunt with her finger, she looked directly into my eyes and said, 'You momma…you are a whore for sure!' Turning to face her friends she showed them her glistening finger and announced for all to hear, 'This horny old momma bitch is sopping wet.'" 

"Back in my face, pinching my nipple even harder, she snapped, 'Would you like to eat my pussy, momma bitch?'"

"I didn't of course, but uncertain, I looked quickly at Curt. The frown on his face left no doubt about the answer he wanted of me. Helpless and resigned to my fate, I dropped my eyes in submission, and nodded my head." 

" 'Yes ma'am! I would like to eat your pussy.'"

" 'Well Curtis?' my young female tormentor looked at my boy owner expectantly. Does my cunt get to use your slut's tongue?'"

" 'Perhaps that can be arranged, Sandra,' Curt answered, calling her by name 'Does my cock get to use your cunt?'"

" 'Perhaps that can be arranged too, Curtis,' came the sly answer. The two of them looked each other grinning, enjoying their teasing give-and-take bargain. There was no doubt in my mind, however, what my fate would be. My boy master wanted to fuck this little black-headed whore, and my tongue up her slit would pay her price." 

" 'Here, clean off your mess,' my tormenting coed ordered a she stuffed her finger soiled with my pussy juice into my mouth. 'You will like the taste of my sex a lot better.'" 

"With the ice broken by this little scene, feeling my pussy suddenly became very popular. For the next 10 minutes or so I was repeatedly groped between my legs, and my breasts were squeezed, twisted and slapped. I stood stoic and helpless, handcuffed, collared and leashed, a naked female plaything for my master's friends to abuse. Finally, Curtis again took me by the leash and led me across the room to where Sandra, the little whore who was first with her finger in my pussy, sat waiting in one of those big leather chairs."

"Her skirts and petticoats were up around her waist, and her panties were off. At the center of her spread legs was a cunt nearly lost in a thatch of pubic hair as jet black as that on her head. She was grinning at me evilly as she spread her labia with her fingers showing me her most private pink already moist with anticipation."

" 'Come and get it momma whore', she said, smirking. 'This girl needs her pussy licked.'" 

"I did what I had to do, Doctor Kent. There is nothing lesbian about me. I was terribly embarrassed when Curt made me eat his sister Carla's cunt, but at least that was in the privacy of my own home with only Curt, and later my husband, watching. To be forced to suck off a snotty coed I had never even met in front of an audience of strangers not much more than children was something else entirely… an experience degrading beyond belief." 

"With as much grace as I could muster with my arms still cuffed behind me, I dropped to my knees, and slid my face between those waiting thighs. Her cunt had the pungent musky odor of a female in heat. Steeling myself for the inevitable, I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and swallowed the female slit of that little coed tramp. It struck me quite quickly, however, that if I could drive this cruel teen bitch into a helpless frenzy of orgasms, in the end she would be forever branded every bit as much the slut as myself."

"That's pretty much the way things went too. It was less than 10 minutes before I had dear Sandra screaming in an orgasmic frenzy. Our audience began to clap and cheer her on as her pussy spasmed in my mouth, and then exploded in a seemingly endless climax. Sandra was quite vocal about it too as she cried out for more. 'That's it momma bitch, eat my cunt! That's it! Right there! That's the spot! Oh, that's sooo good.'"

"Total surrender came quickly after that. Once I had thoroughly tongue fucked her cunt, I ran a finger in her ass, and simultaneously bit down on her clit. She screamed and swore at me at first, 'Goddamn you! Stop it! Do that again and I'll have you whipped,' but within only seconds those threats were withdrawn and forgotten. As I pulled that little nub between my lips and sucked away its pain, dear Sandra came apart showing her slut side for all to see. Squeezing my head tightly between her thighs, she asked… no begged… for me to bite her clit again… and for more of my finger up her ass." 

"I don't know who was enjoying themselves more, Sandra or the ZAO brothers and their dates watching her shamelessly beg for still another orgasm. I took comfort in knowing that for years to come the story would be told and retold at every class reunion of the night at the ZAO house when Sandra had her pussy eaten by Curtis Wertzler's momma-slut. Sandra's last orgasm was huge. I'm sure it will become a legend like one of those memorable moments in sports that years later everyone seems to claim to have seen in person." 

"Curt used my leash to yank me roughly from the pussy I was serving so well, and then to my feet. I momentarily choked as my collar bit into my windpipe. I must've looked a fright. My hairdo had lost its shape in the grinding grip of Sandra's thighs, and the last of my makeup had washed away in her pussy juices that still covered my face in a damp sticky mess."

"As I was led away I was momentarily overcome by my shame at being publicly used as a common cunt licking whore. Nevertheless, I found myself strangely aroused, and more desperate than ever to have my pussy filled with Curt's demanding prick. Perhaps this was what I was meant to be, Dr. Kent… female property, a slave woman eager for abuse... anything goes, no matter how cruel or degrading… as long as my master will pleasure my shameless pleasure hole." 

"My humiliation was so intense as to trigger long forgotten masturbation fantasies and send them flickering across my memory. Just as in those long nights when I laid abed fingering my pussy, I imagined myself as a naked harem concubine of a cruel and demanding Sultan. Like my Curtis, my fantasy Sultan always forced me to wait naked and helpless, stewing in a pre-orgasmic panic, as he decided what outrageously erotic submission would be his price for fucking me."

" 'God,' I thought in passing, 'I wouldn't be in this mess if only on our wedding night Jack had only taken me as his harem slave!'" 

"Curtis interrupted my momentary reverie into the past by leading me on my leash to one of those long leather couches. At one end he shoved me belly first against its huge padded arm. His hand between my shoulder blades shoved my upper body forward and down, bending me over at the waist, and forcing my face and bare breasts flat to the seat cushions. Behind me, however, my feet were still on the floor, and tight against my buttocks his hardening penis pressed lengthwise down the crack of my ass." 

" 'Spread those legs, bitch,' Curtis commanded, not satisfied with the width between my thighs."

"I pushed my legs as wide apart as they would go and still give my toes a grip on the rug. Now I was truly helpless, stooped over the couch arm, my hands cuffed behind my back, and my hose covered legs spread to the floor behind me. I recognized the position. Often Curt had spread me this way across my hospital office desk and raped me, first in my pussy and then in my ass. He did so enjoy the way my buttocks wiggled against his belly as I struggled keep my toes on the floor." 

"His hips retreated for a moment as if to choose which of my equally vulnerable holes would be the first sacrificed. I buried my face into the soft leather of the couch seat in eager anticipation, but what came next was not the blood filled hard-on I expected. Instead, suddenly and painfully, the cold plastic of a vibrating dildo split my pussy open." 




Once A Wife, Now A Teenager's Slut Ch. 3



" 'Where did that thing come from?' I wondered. I was sure Curtis had brought no such sex toy with us. Could it be someone other than Curtis was behind me tormenting my sex? Had my Curtis turned me over to one of his fraternity brothers?" 

"Still, to look behind me would've been unforgivable. Those unknown hands slowly withdrew that humming dildo, and then slid it back down my vaginal canal 'til it touched bottom, only to retreat inch by inch once more. In and out... in and out… a slow sensual rhythm that tortured my poor pussy over and over, coaxing me to surrender to that forbidden orgasm. Surely this must be Curtis. My suffering was too exquisite, too expertly done, to have been anyone else. Anyway, an instant later I no longer cared who was behind me as without warning a well oiled thumb in my ass was added to that hellish artificial cock vibrating in my cunt." 

"It was awful. It was wonderful. It was a nightmare. It was an erotic fantasy. It was...well it was a sensual experience beyond endurance. I could not help myself. The orgasm I was not to have without permission would wait no longer. Forbidden or not, I climaxed in wracking spasms." 

"My tormentor, whoever he was, hardly noticed my misdemeanor. My tissues were still violently clenching when the thumb in my nether hole was replaced by a long greasy finger that probed and twisted inside my bowel. That finger was shortly joined by a second, and then a third, all of them stretching, prying, lubricating, the puckered entry to my ass, readying it for the big cock I knew would soon come." 

" 'Please! Please, stop,' I whimpered. 'I can't take anymore. I can't catch my breath. You're driving me crazy'" 

" 'Are you sure, Susan?' It was Curt's voice. My boy master was the one masturbating my pussy and finger fucking my butt hole. As always, he was shaming me by making me beg for more. 'Do you really want me to stop?'"

" 'No, No, No, God, please don't stop. Make me cum again...but... but… please let me rest a little. I'll die if I cum again like that. I can't stand it...but… but no, don't stop. No! No, Goddamn it, I don't care if I do die. Give it to me! Fuck me! Fuck my ass and let me die.'"

"I felt a fumbling behind me, then a determined probing at the entrance to my rectum before a hard male shaft pried me open. Without any doubt now, this was my master's cock in my ass. No one else could be that large, that unrelenting, that selfish." 

"The bulge of the penis head punched its way past my sphincter, and as that ribbon of muscle gave way, I was set afire with pain. Half way inside me, he pulled back, then pushed in again. As my tissues stretched, my pain eased, and gradually Curtis began to jack himself in and out of my ass in a steady rhythm." 

"Oh God! Bent double and publicly ass fucked over the arm of a fraternity house couch by the neighbor's teenage son. How could this be? Not to me! I am not a whore. But it was happening as inch by inch Curt worked his full length up my bowel where only thin membranes separated his blood filled penis from the vibrating plastic in my pussy. With every stroke, the leather couch arm shoved the buzz of that vibrator up against my clit… pouring fuel on what was already a roaring flame that no amount of humiliation could quench." 

"Curtis was every bit as stressed as I. Despite being hardly able to catch his breath, he continued to command and demand. 'Beg Slut! Beg me to spill my seed in your tight rectum. Beg me for it slut, and then cum with me!'"

"As ordered, I begged... and I came for him!" 

" 'Oh yes lover, in my ass! Give it to me! Fill me with your cum! Yes! I'M CUUMMMINNGG! Ohmygod, its so good! I want your dick, your cum! Fuck my ass and make me your slut!'  Curtis responded in perfect time. Even as I begged, and my own insides turned to mush, I felt his warm ejaculation spurting into my bowel."

"Strong fingers gripped the back of my collar and pulled me erect and off the couch arm where I had been spread for my master's use. The vibrator continued to run in my pussy, and unwilling to lose it, I quickly closed my thighs to squeeze it in place. Aftershocks from my climax still shuddered through my body. Creamy white male jism seeped from my stretched butt hole and ran down the back of my thighs as Curt removed my handcuffs." 

"I was a slut Dr. Kent, but I was a well fucked and satisfied slut. Despite the shameful way I had been used, life was good."

"My boy master, however, never relaxes his discipline. 'Spread your legs bitch,' he ordered as he snatched the vibrator from my pussy. 'You're trying to sneak in another cum on me aren't you?' It was true. That was exactly what I was trying to do. Caught at it, I knew I would be punished. Right at that moment tho, I didn't much care. I would have given anything to have cum once more."  

"Nevertheless, I knew I was guilty of selfish disobedience. Curtis was angry with me and in no mood to show mercy. He handed my leash to one of his fraternity brothers and told him, 'Here Sam! Take her upstairs and enjoy her. Then pass her around.'" 

" '…pass her around' Such awful words!! 'Pass her around!'  My teen owner had turned me over to be gangbanged by entire fraternity house of college boys.  I was to be used over and over like a crib whore on Saturday night in a cheap cowboy cat house."

" 'Pass her around!' My heart sank. How many cocks might I service this night? How could Curt be so cruel to me, so unloving? That may have been the first time I fully understood what it meant to be a woman owned. Curtis was not my lover. He was my proprietor. To him I was only a sucking mouth, a clinging pussy, a tight warm ass, and a pair of full breasts. I was merely female flesh he owned and used for his pleasure, a sex toy to be enjoyed, then passed around to his friends. I hated the thought, but so be it!  It was better to be passed around after he fucked me, than not to fucked by him at all."



"I followed Sam up the stairs and into his second-floor bedroom. Another boy was waiting for us there, Sam's roommate I suppose. Both of them stripped and sat on the edge of the bunk bed. One at a time I crawled between their spread legs and sucked their cocks until they were hard and ready. Sam lay on his back on the bed. I mounted his cock, and leaned forward pressing my breasts against his chest. His roommate crawled behind us and slid his rod into my ass. It was not a difficult fuck for me. Their cocks were only the 6 inch average size, and my ass and pussy were still well lubricated and stretched." 

"Their ejaculations came fairly quickly. When they were finished they took me down the hall to a communal shower room where we bathed together. I soaped their cocks and balls, and when they grew hard again I knelt at their feet, sucked them both off and swallowed their cum. From the smiles on their faces, I don't think their coed girlfriends gave them blowjobs like mine very often, if at all." 

"Sam and his roommate then led me up another flight of stairs into a room where two more boys were waiting in bunk beds for their turn with Susan-the-whore. They pulled the mattress pad of the lower bed and onto the floor. I knelt on my hands and knees and while one dog fucked my pussy, I sucked off the other. After they had both cum, they rested for maybe 5 to 10 minutes as I sat between them playing with their cocks to make them hard again. Once they were ready, I was back on my hands and knees as they reversed positions from our first suck and fuck." 

"For the next three or four hours that's pretty much the way things went. I lost count of the rooms I visited or cocks I serviced. Sometime in the wee hours of the morning I was taken to one of the visitors 'rooms', actually only a closet sized cubbyhole, where Curtis was in bed enjoying that little black headed bitch, Sandra, who's pussy I had eaten earlier." 

"The very first thing, Curtis gave me to her for more. Dutifully, I laid between her spread legs and pressed my mouth over her cunt. She was full of his cum, but this was Curtis' jism and I loved having his taste on my tongue. After I had finished cleaning her, and given her an orgasm in the process, Curtis stuck his soft fucked-out penis into my mouth to soak. I could taste her on him, and I hated that." 

"That was it! That would be as close as I would get to Curt's cock for the rest of the weekend. I spent the rest of that night on the floor with my arms over my head handcuffed around the back leg of the bed. Twice during the night I had to lay there and listen to Curtis fuck that little coed whore." 

"Both times, when he was finished with her, Curtis uncuffed me from the leg of the bed, and again gave me the honor of cleaning the pussy he had just plundered. It was awful to have been passed around. I hated it, but it was even worse to lay chained in the dark, listening to that bitch orgasm, knowing that I would soon be licking from her cunt the only gift I could expect from the penis I needed so badly." 

"At daylight a well satisfied Sandra scurried off to her dorm. Curt, gave me an old torn robe to cover my nakedness, and took me down to the house dining room for breakfast. Curtis made me open my robe and drop it off my shoulders so his frat brothers could stare at my tits as I ate. Afterwards, I shared the communal shower room with Curt and two or three of the brothers for a nice steamy scrub. We washed each other's backs. I played with their cocks and balls, and they did the same with my pussy and breasts. I don't mind telling you the warm water and their slick soapy hands felt pretty good on me." 

"Curt took me back to his room and tucked me into his bed. I slept the morning away except for the soup and sandwich Curt brought me at noon. There was a football game in the stadium that afternoon. Everybody went but me, and I had the ZAO House to myself until five or so in the evening. I watched television in the living room and rested. I had no idea what Curt had planned for me but suspected it might be a long and difficult night."

"After the game, the house flooded with alumni, the wives and friends of alumni, and with the brothers and their dates. Curtis kept me in his room out of sight, fearful that strangers might not understand about a 38 year-old woman walking around wearing a dog collar and naked under an old bath robe. About 9:30, however, he slipped me out the back door and into a waiting cab. He told the cabbie to drive me to the 'jock dorm' where there would be someone waiting to pay the tab and take me off his hands. 

" 'State won the game today Susan,' Curtis' told me. 'I want you to reward some of my old teammates tonight as only you can. Just relax and enjoy yourself. You know what a big cock does for you. Believe me these guys have 'em, and they are looking forward to meeting you.'" 

"I understood perfectly what he meant, and what I was expected to do. I was being passed around again, this time to the football team. My teenage master had not only made a slut of me, he was making me into a whore as well, and a cheap one at that." 

"Sure enough, as the cab pulled to the curb in front of a jock dorm, there were three young men waiting for me. I recognized one of them from newspaper pictures as Roosevelt Mick, the team's star running back. I was stunned. Roosevelt Mick is a Negro, black as coal, as were his two friends. My white pussy was not only to be passed around and bred this night, black cocks would do the honors." 

" 'I suspect you be Curtis Wertzler's Sweet Chops?' Mick inquired, peering through the cab window at me. When I nodded yes, he opened the door and offered, 'You come with us now. We'all gonna have some fun.'" 

"We rode the elevator to the top floor of the dorm. The three boys lived in very nice suite of rooms, better then any I have ever seen before in a college dorm. There was a small living room with a table, couch, and chairs, a big TV, a large bedroom shared by two boys, and a small one for the third. There was also a private bath with a Jacuzzi tub, and a compact kitchen equipped with a microwave, a double burner stove, a small oven, and even a dishwasher. Obviously football players at State U lived pretty well, and to top things off, for this night at least, they even had a mature woman's body for entertainment."

"Perhaps having a woman to fuck, even a white woman, was not that unusual in the jock dorm at State. These three were certainly cool about it, and not in any hurry. I took off my robe, they stripped also, and with cold beers in our hands, one by one I bathed with them in the Jacuzzi tub." 

"My first tub mate was Roosevelt Mick. I soaked in the hot bubbling water with my back pressed against his chest, and the crack of my ass pressed against his rising hard-on. His long strong arms encircled me, and his black hands were a dark smear across my lilywhite breasts as he teased and toyed with my nipples. He asked, 'Ever had the dark meat before Sweet Chops?'" 

" 'No,' I answered, but uneasy and trying hard not to show my concern about just that. In truth I had never even considered having sex with a black man, and I was more than little intimidated, both by the situation, and by the length of the ink black penis I had seen dangling between his legs as he climbed into the tub."

"In high school and college my friends and I often held giggling little whisper sessions about the legendary sexual stamina and equipment of black men. As much as we enjoyed our dirty little racist gossip, however, none of us could attest to any first hand knowledge of its truth. Now, from what I had just seen of this big Negro, and what I could feel behind me as I sat in this bubbling hot water, I decided those rumors might have been so. Hung like a prize breeding bull, Roosevelt Mick was huge." 

" 'Have you had sex with a white woman before?' I asked boldly, if naively. I started to ask if he had ever fucked a white woman before, but my question was insensitive enough without being crude about it. He might think I was talking down to him."

"My black lover-to-be was neither embarrassed nor sensitive about his answer. " 'Sho! All through high school, I dated a white cheerleader. I bred her regular. As a matter of fact she's the mother of my child. Then there was a doctor's wife who paid me to drop by her house every Tuesday and Thursday after school to scratch the itch in her white cunt. Sometimes the lawyer's horny wife from next door would be there too. They paid me extra when I did them both, usually plus a tip. Then there was that white barmaid down at the truck stop, and her friends… she had lots of friends, and a couple of times, her momma too." 

" 'Yes ma'am, I've had plenty of white pussy, and I likes it a lot. Nowadays I hardly mess with nothin' else. You are going to enjoy this Sweet Chops. A woman is still a virgin 'til her cunt's been split by a black womb buster.'"

"At this point, impatient to have their turn with me in the tub, the other two boys interrupted our conversation. Reluctantly 'Rosie' crawled out and passed me on to his friends. 'Don't fret Sweet Chops', he told me. 'You and I have business to finish. Enjoy the guys, but remember I means to initiate you to what black meat can do for a white woman.'"

"As Rosie had done, each of the other two boys sat behind me reaching around to play with my tits and pussy. They did it pretty well too. I was becoming downright randy, and their cocks were on the rise also. Despite claims similar to Roosevelt's that they frequently serviced white women, the laid back atmosphere of indifference faded and replaced by the erotic tension that flows when the male senses a female is eager to be taken. These boys were ready to fuck, but in truth no more so than I."

"After all three of my 'student athletes' finished with me in the Jacuzzi tub, they seated themselves in a line along the tub edge with their hardening pricks hanging between their spread legs ready for my attention. I knelt at their feet, and one by one sucked them until all three were rigid and ready for hard duty in my pussy. Rosie took my arm and pulled me to my feet, and pressed his body full length against mine. My breasts felt so good against his chest, and my nipples, hard as buttons, pressed into his flesh." 

"Turning to his friends he announced, 'Old Rosie is gonna do ya'll a favor and warm up this white cunt for you.' Then pointing to their erections he added almost apologetically, 'Meantimes, try to keep those things up. Ya'll can watch if that will help.' Nobody protested Rosie's claim of priority for my body. He was pretty clearly the boss here." 

"He led me into his room with the other two boys trailing behind us. I was embarrassed to know that this big black man was going to fuck me in front of his friends. Rosie seemed to sense my uneasiness, however, and he let me stand there for long minutes gripped in those strong arms until the warmth of his belly pressing against mine caught my pussy on fire and melted away my shame. I was aching to have him inside me by the time he lifted my head by my chin, and staring into my eyes, asked, 'Your pussy ever been nigger-licked Sweet Chops?'" 

"I was stunned by his use of the N-word, but not enough to divert me from the more important question. Was this big strong handsome man about to eat my cunt? My God, I certainly hoped so… despite my guilt. How could I be so eager? How humiliating to be used as the sexual plaything of a stranger, a black one to boot, as two others looked on before taking their turn? Yet, my God, how delicious the thought… my fingers entwined in those kinky black dreadlocks yanking his face into my feminine core, his tongue raping my slit. I was so eager and flustered that I was unable to give a vocal reply. I could only silently shake my head… 'No!'" 

" 'Never been either black fucked or eaten, huh? You Sweet Chops are pretty much a virgin all round. You are going to enjoy the hell out of this night.' Rosie laid down flat on his back on the bed, and spoke the magic words. 'Sit on my mouth Sweet Chops.'"

"I didn't need to be told twice. On my knees I straddled his face with my thighs and rested my cunt directly over his lips. All that foreplay in the tub, and my lips wrapped around those big ebony pricks, had my clit out and eager for male attention. When Rosie's tongue first struck that little nub of nerve endings, rockets went off before my eyes, and I flooded his face with my female wet." 

"He had me by both wrists, pulling me downward, holding my pussy tight to his mouth. I needed to escape, but I was his prisoner, able only to grind my sex against his lips… and for that I was ever so grateful." 

"Half afraid he would go on until I died of orgasmic stress, and half afraid he wouldn't, I begged him both ways, first pleading for him to stop, then with equal fervor for him to go on. Rosie was right. A woman is a virgin until she has been nigger-licked. That marvelous tongue raking up and down my captive slit, stabbing inside me, teasing my clit, sent me into an uncontrolled spasm of orgasms that threatened to drown him in my pussy juices." 

"In the end it was he who decided when I had enough. He rolled me off his face and onto the floor as if I was a rag doll. I don't know how long I lay sprawled there, but gradually I began to recover, and as the fog cleared from my senses, I was able to come to my knees at his bedside." 

"Rosie still lay flat on his back, slowly masturbating his hard and huge ebony cock in his equally giant hand, waiting patiently for me to return to the world of the living. I watched in awe as he stroked the soft uncircumcised foreskin up and down over the great plumb head of that enormous male organ. Surely he would stretch my poor pussy to its limit. Would he hurt me? Perhaps, but no matter! It was his turn now, and we both knew it."




Once A Wife, Now A Teenager's Slut Ch. 3



" 'Sit on it Sweet Chops,' he ordered. 'Slide your pussy down my pole. Then lift yo butt and slide down again. Up and down! Ride me! Bring me off! I means to plant a black baby in yo belly tonight.'" 

"I lifted myself back onto his bed, this time straddling his crotch. His erection was rock hard and standing straight up from between his legs like the mast of a sailing ship. It was aimed directly at, but not quite touching, my expectant slit. His hands rested on my hips making no attempt to insert himself into my tender hole." 

" 'You start it in for me Sweet Chops,' was his order. 'My white womens always puts it in for me.'" 

"Afraid but willing I reached down into my crotch, and taking him gently in my fingers, I seated the big swollen head firmly between my pussy lips. I held it there gently, uncertain of the hurt to come but afraid that if I let go I might lose him. Gritting my teeth, I steeled myself for what I knew I must do next." 

"Tentatively I dropped my hips a single inch. He was inside me now, and just beginning to pry me open. It hurt some, Dr. Kent, but not so much but I didn't want more. Down! I took another inch! Now I was hanging with more certainty on the end of that great black cudgel, a fish hooked, but not yet solidly so. There was so much more to take, and even though I did so want all of him, I hesitated, gathering my courage."

"Once more I dropped, sliding him deeper into my tortured cunt, this time perhaps by 1-2 more inches. God, it hurt, but also felt so very good. I took still another inch, and opened my eyes for the first time since I started down. Rosie was staring up at me smiling. 'You're doing good Sweet Chops,' he assured me. Now take it all!'" 

"With that he grabbed my wrists, and in a single yank he dropped me all the way down over his cock. Pure fire ran through my pussy walls as in that flashing instant he impaled me to the hilt on his big ebony bone. My hurt was short lived. Once fully seated on that long up-turned pole of blood filled flesh, the pain disappeared as quickly as it came. I was so full, so stuffed. The prick head pressed against the entrance to my womb, and lit the fuse to the orgasm that was already building in my belly." 

" 'Ride me white bitch!' was his only instruction as he gripped a breast in each hand, squeezing and twisting, adding to the sensual torment of my stretched and distended pussy. Ride him I did, straining my thighs to raise my hips and tortured cunt up that erect shaft. As my vagina lips reached the rim of that broad plumb head, however, I would relax, and my pussy would begin the delicious slide downward, swallowing his length until I was once more fully impaled. Over and over I jacked myself on and off that masculine pole, masturbating him with the slippery walls of my pussy." 

"By the time I felt him spasm and spurt inside me I had already climaxed in a long string of shattering orgasms. Nevertheless I was somehow able to save one for the end to match his own. As I recovered from that final climax, I heard our audience cheering Rosie and I on. I should've been ashamed of my shameless performance on my first black cock, but Rosie had rung me out like a wet rag, and I could have cared less." 

"There was no time to rest, however. The show that I had put on had Rosie's suite mates eager for their turn. They lifted me off Rosie's cock and too horny to even carry me off to their own room, they dropped me sprawling across the rug on my back." 

"The first boy yanked my legs apart. Kneeling between my knees, he lifted me by the hips and rested my buttocks on his thighs. I hung there helpless, my back arched with my pussy popped open and vulnerable, still dribbling Rosie's jism. His black cock was big, not as big as Rosie's, but very big. He took me in a single thrust that would have been brutal except that my pussy was already a wet and stretched gooey mess, so slick with my juices and Rosie's sperm that I hardly felt him fill me." 

"The second boy straddled my face and slid his short but fat black pecker down my throat. Both boys probably would've been passable lovers had they not been overcooked by our foreplay in the tub, and the pornographic show that Rosie and I had put on. More than ready, neither young man lasted very long before losing their loads. For that I was grateful. Rosie had stripped away my horny and left me with little strength." 

"At first I thought Rosie might to give his 'buds' a second shot at me, but exercising his apparent seniority he quickly reclaimed me, and shooing them out of his room, he put me back in his bed. He must've been as sexed-out as I was, however, because he laid down quietly beside me. Cradling me in his arms with his chest against my back, he said that we should both get some sleep. I dropped off into a deep slumber with his one hand on my breast, and the index finger of his other hooked in my cunt." 

"It was little before dawn when I woke. Rosie but was standing by the bed, looking down at me with two short links of small rope in his hand. 'Turn over white bitch,' he instructed. 'On your knees, but with you face and shoulders down on the bed. Spread your arms.'"

"He pulled my hands to each corner of the headboard and tied them there, then knelt behind my raised ass and finger fucked my pussy until I was wet and slick. With my face buried in the bed sheet I could not watch, but God, how I wanted to. I did so need him to fuck me, but he made me wait teasing me with fingers. Finally, he slid his penis between my pussy lips, and with a gradual but unrelenting pressure he filled me to my womb. Agggh!" 

"Stooping over my back, his hands reached around my ribs to fondle my dangling breasts. Once, then once again, he pulled his hips back to thrust his awesome length down the canal of my sex. Then he stopped. Impatient for him to continue I cried out in protest, but he hushed me with a new set of instructions." 

" 'Alright Sweet Chops, let your knees slide back, straighten those legs, and squeeze your thighs around my cock. Lay still and enjoy.'"

"Slowly I allowed my body to give way collapsing flat on the bed with this big strong man on top of me. I was the captive of his weight, his hairy chest against my bare back reminded me of his dominance. My breasts were pressed flat into the palms of his huge hands, delicately squeezing my nipples between his spread fingers. His mouth kissed the top of my backbone, then around my neck, sending thrills down my spine, before finally moving to where his lips and tongue could nibble at my ears. My position was so helpless… and oh so delicious." 

"We lay like that for what seemed an eternity, as my fantasies took flight. How many women before me, white women captured by pirates and sold at auction to serve in African harems, had lain like this under the weight of their Moor masters, the prisoners of a great black cock? Did any really wish to be rescued?" 

"I've never been very good at squeezing a penis with the muscles of my pussy, but my black football star was so patient that this time my spasms came quite naturally. As my tissues clutched and grabbed at the male shaft inside me, I felt him begin to pulse and throb with his coming ejaculation. Our orgasm was mutual and delightful. I don't think I've ever been fucked any better, even though never so quietly." 

"The four of us ate a breakfast of cheese and crackers without leading the suite. It was after noon before Curtis showed up to take me away, and during that time I twice sucked Rosie and the other two boys off. Eventually, Curtis brought me home still the slave woman, naked, collared and leashed, masturbating my cunt for the entertainment of the truckers we passed on he way. Early in the afternoon he led me by my leash from the car into my front door. Hopefully, none of the neighbor's saw Susan-the-whore returning from her weekend with her teen lover." 

"Jack of course wanted to know where we had been. Curtis told him to ask his slut wife, but I have refused to say. How can I tell my husband that on Friday I ate a coed pussy before being ass fucked, both before an audience of young students in the living room of a college fraternity house? How can I tell him that I was then passed around the frat house and gangbanged by boys half my age? How could I possibly tell him that Saturday night and Sunday morning I celebrated the State U. football victory by sucking and fucking three black players?"

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"Well Dr. Kent, that's about it! That was my weekend with the teen from next door... except for one thing! Curtis has never allowed me to use the pill. It excites him to think that he might plant a baby in my belly at any time. Even without precautions, I never conceived with Jack, and as for Curt, I have hoped against hope that I was sterile. Now, however, I have missed my period, and I think my luck might have finally run out on that weekend at State University." 

"Doctor, if there's life in me, I don't want to abort it, but I don't want a bastard baby either, especially since I have no idea who the father might be. Even worse tho, I'm afraid that eventually who the father is will be plain enough. Rosie's long cock was so deep inside me, so tight against my womb, and his ejaculations were so intense and lasted so long. He said he meant to make me pregnant. Suppose he did! What if I'm carrying a black baby! What would Jack say? What could I say to him?" 

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