24 comments/ 49641 views/ 19 favorites When You Marry a Slut... By: misterstan When I married Stacy, I knew that although she was only twenty, she was very experienced. In high school she was pretty wild. A story went around that at one homecoming party she'd been had by half a dozen football players while the rest of the team cheered her on. Even among my friends, Stacy's charms were well known. At the wedding, my best man and two of my three ushers had all nailed her years before. When I told people we were getting married, they usually rolled their eyes. Some people warned me outright to keep her on a short leash, other people just smirked stupidly, one of my "friends" even had the bad taste to ask if she still gave good head. But I was convinced Stacy had changed. After all her beautiful long brown hair, sparkling green eyes, and exquisite body made her very desirable. It was only reasonable that she'd been around when she was young and unattached. Our first few months together were amazing. We got along really well, and the sex was incredible. Stacy wanted it almost every night, and one advantage of her past was that she gave the most incredible blow jobs. What's more she seemed completely faithful, no flirting, no wandering eyes, nothing. After about six months of marriage things began to change. At first, it was nothing major. One winter morning Stacy and I were sitting down to breakfast. Stacy was wearing a sheer nightie with nothing underneath and a short silk robe. I was making toast when the doorbell rang. Stacy immediately offered to go answer it. A second after she'd left I realized what she was wearing and I went after her. She already had the door open and she was talking to a couple of kids offering to rake the lawn. They were gawking and stammering as they explained what they wanted. Stacy sent them away with their hormones raging. When she turned around I could see that her robe had been wide open, and that the kids must have been given quite an eyeful. I started to protest about the way she'd just showed herself off, but she just laughed and told me not to be jealous of a couple of kids. For the rest of the winter dozens of local neighborhood kids came to our door to offer to do chores or shovel the walk. After that I kept noticing little things. We went Christmas shopping at a local mall. At one point Stacy disappeared into in a changing room to try on a new dress. I wandered around the store for a couple of minutes, and when I went back toward the changing rooms, I noticed two guys whispering and pointing. When I looked at what they were muttering about, I noticed that Stacy had left the curtain of her booth half-opened and that her skimpy bra and panties were clearly visible. I also noticed that Stacy's skirts seems to be getting a bit shorter, and that when she went to work she often had one less button buttoned than modesty suggested. One day I even noticed that Stacy left for work without any panties on. Although all this made me a bit uneasy, I have to admit it turned me on a little, especially as long as it is was just minor exhibitionism. But right before Christmas things got more serious. Both my office and Stacy's had Christmas parties a couple of days apart. On the day of my office party, Stacy showed up at about five just as the party was beginning. She had really gotten dolled up. Her hair was blown out, and she was wearing a short, clingy, red dress, and very high heels. She was right on the borderline between appearing attractive and looking like a cheap slut. I have to admit I was a little upset. I would have preferred if she had dressed a bit more conservatively to come to my office. However, after a couple of drinks I relaxed. I have to admit I also was pleased by the reaction to Stacy. Most of my co-workers had never met Stacy and the looks of envy in the eyes of my male colleagues was very satisfying. We danced and talked and everybody was getting pretty well lubricated. Stacy and I mingled separately for a while. At one point, I noticed Stacy sitting on a desk, surrounded by four of my co-workers talking and laughing. I don't know why, but it made me uncomfortable, maybe they were all sitting a bit too close, maybe the lecherous looks on their faces were a bit too obvious. As I approached the group, someone told a joke and Stacy laughed loudly, her full breasts jiggling beneath her tight dress drawing their leering eyes to her chest. Stacy's dress had ridden up, exposing an alarming amount of leg, and half-way up her thigh Bruce Gibson's hand rested comfortably. I joined the group just as Bruce finished telling a really smutty joke. Stacy laughed loudly totally unabashed at sitting in a revealing dress, telling dirty jokes with a bunch of guys who'd obviously had a lot to drink. "This is some little lady you've got here," Bruce said as I approached. He looked me in the eye and then looked down at his hand resting on my wife's thigh making sure I saw his hand. He gave her thigh a short squeeze, making Stacy squirm slightly, before he removed his hand. Stacy made no effort to pull her dress back down, and a couple of times as she crossed and uncrossed her legs I was sure everyone could see her panties. The raunchy jokes continued and references to big cocks, big tits, and smelly pussies abounded. I kept trying to hint that we should leave, but Stacy would have none of it. We stayed until really late, by which time everyone was very drunk. We all staggered out, Stacy getting very touchy-feely with Bruce and another guy, Steve. As we got to the car, I opened the door for Stacy. She turned to Bruce and said goodbye. "Merry Christmas," Bruce said loudly and then he took the opportunity to kiss her passionately and run his hand across her chest. Stacy didn't protest, and in fact I thought I saw her tongue shoot into his mouth. "Hey!" I protested. "Oh relax. Just saying bye," Bruce said smilingly as he passed Stacy to Steve who also jammed his tongue down her throat. Finally, Stacy slid into the front seat. I was fuming, and expecting an apology, but when I looked at Stacy I noticed that she too was seething. I figured I must have misunderstood what had happened and that she was as upset at Bruce and Steve. "Hey honey, sorry about what happened. Bruce and Steve sure are assholes," I offered amiably. "Fuck you, Mark," she responded with a sneer, "you're the asshole." "What?" I asked incredulously. "You're the asshole. A jealous, puny dicked, asshole!" "What did I do?" I asked defensively. "You know what you did! Standing over me like my fucking mother, a shitty, little, jealous sneer on your face. You never let me have any fun." Just then we arrived at the house and Stacy stormed out of the car, slammed the car door, ran into the house and up the stairs. I just sat in the car in shock. I finally went inside, only to find my pajamas on the living room floor and the door to the bedroom firmly locked. I tried to call to Stacy, but she only told me to "fuck off." I went downstairs and watched TV and thought about the evening. Stacy's violent reaction had me baffled, but as I thought of the evening I gradually convinced myself that I was in the wrong, and that I ought to be less jealous. I finally fell asleep having come around fully to Stacy's view. The next day Stacy was still mad at me. I desperately tried to win her over. I bought her flowers and took her out to dinner sitting quietly as she brazenly flirted with the waiter. Finally I found myself eating her pussy for over an hour bringing her to orgasm three times, only to have her turn over and fall asleep leaving me with a nasty case of blue balls. When we woke up the next morning, things seems to be fine again between us. Stacy chatted amiably about her office party that night. I had a strange twinge of foreboding, but I quickly suppressed my instincts as mere groundless jealousy. I left for work before she did, planning to meet her at five at her office. Work was a real bitch. We had several big projects, and Bruce pissed me off with his leering comments about Stacy. I wasn't able to leave before six. I realized I was upset, and so I vowed to take extra efforts to control my jealousy. I got to Stacy's office a little after six, and the party was already rip-roaring. People were already soused, and the booze was flowing freely. I spotted Stacy from across the room. She was wearing a black, leather mini-skirt, fishnet stockings, and a sheer white blouse. If possible, she looked even more provocative than at my office party. She was giggling and laughing loudly, obviously she'd already had a lot to drink. Several of her co-workers were clustered around her, and as might be expected, they were all male. I got a drink and then joined them. I was shocked, it was like a repeat of two nights earlier. The conversation was all about sex and peppered with double entendres aimed at my wife. The jokes were raunchy and vile, but Stacy seemed to love it. I was determined to let Stacy have fun, so I laughed at the jokes, ignored it when Wally nonchalantly rested his hand on my spouse's thigh, pretended not to mind when Rob suggested and Stacy accepted the challenge to demonstrate her oral technique on a long- neck beer bottle, and chuckled easily when Dan asked me if Stacy's areolae were large or small and whether her nipples were sensitive. The conversation turned to past sexual experiences, and I stayed as Stacy described in detail her first fuck and first blowjob. I listened as she described her fabulous ex-boyfriend, Rich, who had an eleven inch cock, and stood around when by implication she said that my dick was much smaller than most she'd had. When she launched into a discussion of how many of my friends she'd fucked before we were married, I decided I'd had enough. However, I still wanted to give her her fun, so I excused myself to get a drink and then instead of coming back, I walked around mingling with the other employees. I never introduced myself, letting everyone think I was some random spouse. I heard an earful about Stacy. Most of the women thought she was bitch, and most of the men thought she was little cock-tease. Half the people seemed to pity "her husband," the others held him in contempt. I was at the bar getting another beer, when I noticed Stacy joined by Dan, Rob, Wally, and Mike staggering toward the door. I rushed across the room, grabbed my coat, and caught up with them in the outer lobby. Stacy was composed as I approached them. "Oh, honey there you are, we were looking for you," she said. I didn't know whether they had or not, so I took her word for it. "Are we going home?" I asked. She sneered, "Oh, don't be such a stick in the mud. We were going to Clancy's." "Oh, okay," I said meekly, thinking of Clancy's, a rowdy college bar several miles away. I tagged along submissively. We got into the parking lot. "Well, we need to take two cars. I'll go in Dan's car, Mark you'll drive whoever doesn't fit in," Stacy announced assertively. I didn't protest, and as Stacy, Rob, and Wally packed into Dan's car, I got behind the wheel to drive Mike to the bar. Mike was drunk and talking a mile a minute. He prattled on crudely about Stacy, relating those of her stories that I had missed. I took refuge if observing Dan's car closely as I followed it down the road. Stacy had climbed into the back seat with Rob, and on occasion when illuminated by oncoming traffic I could see their outlines. They were sitting awfully close, and I could swear I saw Stacy lean over and kiss him, but it was dark and tough to see so I could not be sure. For a while, Stacy and Rob were obviously talking intently. And then the oddest thing happened. A headlight swept the back seat and Stacy wasn't there. A moment later the car passed an overhead light and again I couldn't see Stacy. I could see in several more times, each time Stacy was out of sight, and Rob's head was leaning back. At one point he took a furtive glance backward. For a moment I was baffled, but then a searing vision entered my mind. Thinking back to Rob's request that Stacy demonstrate her cock-sucking technique on a bottle, I was now convinced that she was demonstrating on his cock. I could almost see her going down on him, taking him rod deep into her mouth. I imagined him thrusting his hips gently as he pressed her head down pumping his dick past her full, red lips. Even Mike must have noticed something because he became deathly quiet as he stared at Dan's car only interrupted by occasional glances at me. My imagination was getting the better of me. I almost drove the car off road at one point. But finally, as we approached Clancy's, Stacy reappeared as suddenly as she had disappeared. I tried to see some evidence of my suspicions, but obviously I could see nothing. Was I really as foolishly jealous as Stacy said? Doubt crept into my mind, and I decided to say nothing even though the image in my mind was crystal clear. We pulled into the parking lot and clambered out of our cars. We all staggered into the bar, Stacy arm in arm with Dan and Wally. She turned around and looked at me and shot me a dazzling smile. Rob also glanced a me, a bemused look on his face, and eyes which seemed to say, "You poor dumb bastard." The bar was dimly lit, and the band was blaring some scratchy music so loud that it was virtually impossible to hear one another. I followed the group as we squeezed into a booth near the stage. There wasn't enough room for all of us, so I pulled up a seat and sat in the aisle getting bumped over and over again by our waitress as she brought us beers. Stacy had scooted in first, and now she sat between Dan and Wally. The music was really loud, giving them a perfect opportunity to lean close and speak in Stacy's ear. I, of course, could hear nothing. It was like watching a silent movie. Dan would lean over and talk into Stacy's ear, she'd laugh at some unknown joke. Wally would lean over, resting his hand around her should as he spoke to her. I could not see through the table, but I was sure that if I could I would see Wally and Dan handling Stacy's thighs or worse. Suddenly the din died down. The band had ended its set, and for a while the stage was still. Then a few minutes later a greasy fellow in a bad suit and open shirt climbed on stage. He grabbed an open mike and started speaking as a spotlight centered on him. "Alright, let's have a big hand for The Slams." A desultory response. "And now, the highpoint of the evening, our annual wet t-shirt contest." Big cheers. "Will all the contestants please come back stage?" I turned around at the sound of renewed conversation. "Come on, Stacy, why don't you enter?" Wally enquired. "Oh, I'd don't know," she responded coyly. "Yeah, Stacy, enter. I'm sure you'd win," Dan broke in. "Come on, Stacy," Rob and Mike added insistently. "Well, maybe," she finally answered. I looked at Stacy and was about to protest, but the look in her eyes was pure venom. I backed down sheepishly, and Stacy seemed to gain more confidence. "Alright," she exclaimed excitedly, "I'll do it, but first a couple of shooters." Dan quickly ordered the drinks, and the second they arrived, Stacy and the other quickly down two shots each. Now well lubricated Stacy got up and went backstage accompanied by loud cheers from our table. The guys muttered excitedly as we waited for the contest to start. I did not know what to do. I was tempted to leave, but somehow I could not bring myself to do that. Instead I merely sat quietly, hoping the evening would end soon. The stage lit up, and an emcee stepped forward. He gave a brief introduction and then the girls came out. They were a diverse group, a tall amazon in leather boots, a chunky babe with grotesquely big boobs, a couple of frizzed blonds, a few random college girls out there on a dare, and finally Stacy. Stacy was obviously in a class by herself. She was wearing thong panties and a thin white t-shirt with the bar's logo on the back. The bar's owner climbed on stage and armed with a big bucket of water began wetting the girls down. They shivered as the cold water made the shirts transparent as well as hardening their nipples. When he was done, he turned the stage over to the girls, and each one was given a couple of minutes to strut her stuff. The first girl merely walked back and forth on the stage, but each one after that tried to outdo the ones who'd gone before. By the time it was Stacy's turn, the girls before her had been pretty raunchy. Stacy started out slowly. Standing at the front of the stage, she slowly massaged her breasts and pinched her nipples through the shirt. She wheeled around and shook her hard ass at the audience. Then she started striding back and forth shaking her shoulders as she walked. Suddenly she stopped and turned to the audience. She dropped down on her knees. With one hand she rubbed her breasts, and at the same time she pushed her index finger into her mouth, licking and suckling it. Her time was mercifully up, and the emcee walked back on stage, but before Stacy returned to the back of the stage she stood up and very quickly lifted up her t-shirt giving everyone a nice look at her beautiful breasts. The audience voted on the winner by cheering, and right away it was no contest. Stacy was the runaway winner. She collected her $100 prize, and before disappearing backstage she flashed us all her tits one more time. The guys at the table were pretty agitated. "Man, I'd like to fuck her," Wally exclaimed enthusiastically. "Yeah, she is one hot piece of ass," Rob piped in. The banter continued for a little, although I noticed Mike was oddly quiet. Finally, Dan realized I was also at the table and he added lamely, "We don't really mean all that shit we're saying. Just talking trash, you know." He then ordered me another beer as if that were an adequate recompense. I sat stewing in my own juices. I was so distraught that I barely noticed Mike getting up to go to the bathroom. I was totally tuning out my surroundings, so much so that I did not notice that Mike had been away for a while and that Stacy had not returned. Finally, I came partially out of my stupor and decided to wash up. I went to the men's room. I tried to turn the knob, but it was locked. However, when I released the door, it swung inward slightly and I realized the lock wasn't working. I opened the door cautiously, after all I did not want to walk in on some guy taking a dump. I opened the door a crack and peered in. I wasn't shocked by what I saw. I have to admit in the back of my mind I must have expected it. Stacy was sitting on the sink. Her legs were spread wide, and her blouse was off and hung down, tucked into her skirt which was bunched up at the waist. Her bra hung from the light fixture in the corner, and her full breasts and erect nipples gleamed with sweat. Mike was standing between her legs, his pants and boxers down around his ankles, and his big cock plunging deep into Stacy's cunt. Mike was fucking her hard, and judging by the sweat on his brow, he'd been at it for a while. He'd pull out almost all the way, pause, and then viciously hammer back into her. Stacy let out a loud gasp with each stroke. "Oh baby, you love being fucked, don't you?" Mike taunted. "Mmm, yes," Stacy moaned. "Tell me you love it. Tell me you love my big cock," Mike demanded as he paused. "Yes, I love it," Stacy mewled as she tried to pull him back into her. He stayed put, his cock just barely inside her pussy, "Tell me you love my big cock." "I love your big cock," Stacy echoed. Finally, Mike relented and gave her what she wanted, another hard stroke. He now picked up speed. Faster and faster he fucked her, and her squeals were now coming fast and furious. He grabbed her tits, and pinched her nipples, and in a final flurry of activity he grabbed her shoulders, bent his knees, and gave her one last savage thrust. I thought he'd tear her in half, but the look on Stacy's face convinced me that the rough treatment was just what she wanted. He stayed deep inside her, his body twitching as gob and gob of hot come shot into her. When You Marry a Slut... He pulled out and they dressed in silence. They hurried out of the bathroom, almost running into me as I snuck back into the darkness of the corridor. I entered the bathroom after they'd left. The scene was oddly quiet. I noticed that Stacy had forgotten her bra, so I stuffed it into my pocket. I washed my face in the sink where my wife had just gotten her pussy stuffed by another man. Still in a daze in wandered back to the table. They were all sitting around laughing and talking. As I approached from behind, Mike was speaking in Stacy's ear. I just caught the end of the conversation. "...Oh, baby, I wish I'd nailed you long ago. What about your hubby though? The guys say he went to the bathroom a while ago, he might have seen us." "Screw him," Stacy sneered. "Anyway, I'm sure he wouldn't care if I got a big hard cock for once. His dick is so limp it reminds of a wet noodle." She laughed lightly and Mike joined in. I finally made my presence known, but my head was spinning with drink, the sight of Stacy being nailed, and her comments to Mike. I was totally whipped into passivity. "Where have you been honey?" Stacy cooed as I sat down. "I was beginning to worry about you." She sat calmly, shamelessly without her bra, her erect nipples pressing through the sheer fabric of her shirt. I just smiled and sat back. The conversation lurched wildly across topics from sex to the wet t-shirt contest to work. They started playing truth or dare, and this brought out the usual profusion of sexual talk. The booze was flowing freely, and on a couple of occasions Stacy accepted dares to let Rob and Dan grope her tits through her blouse. After a while, it was Dan's turn to ask a question of Stacy. She asked for a dare, and after a pause, he said, "I dare you to suck my cock." Everyone was silent for a moment, and then Stacy calmly replied, "Sure." The others cheered loudly. "What?" I exclaimed incredulously. "Oh relax, it's just a blowjob," Stacy explained. I just sat there dumbfounded, and I that point I realized I did not have the will to confront her. Stacy took Dan by the hand and led him out to the parking lot. As they walked out, Rob called after them, "Hey Dan, enjoy it, she can suck like a hoover." Stacy smiled at the "compliment" and at that point I realized my suspicions about her and Rob had been correct. The rest of the guys joked and talked among themselves, all the time carefully avoiding my glance. After a while, Wally said, "Come on guys, let blow this place." The others agreed after a short debate, and they started to leave. I followed meekly. We approached Dan's car. Dan was sitting in the back seat, his legs hanging out of the open door. Stacy was kneeling on a blanket in front of him. Her head was bobbing up and down rapidly as she took his cock deep into her mouth. We stood around her as she put on quite a show. She'd run her tongue around the tip of his cock, and then dramatically plunge it all the way into her mouth. Then after a few pumps she took it out of her mouth and stroked it firmly as she gently suckled his balls. One thing I had to admit, my little tramp sure gave good head. Dan was moaning loudly. He gripped Stacy's head firmly and pumped her mouth hard. Finally, he pulled her down and held her in place as he came in her mouth. I could hear her trying to swallow his load. After a while he let go of her. She continued to lick his shrinking shaft for a moment, and then she stood up to face us. She was smiling broadly, oblivious to the drops of cum on her lips and chin. "Mmmm," she uttered, "nothing I like better than a hot, sticky load, except maybe a beer," and with that she grabbed a beer out of Wally's hand and took a long swig. "We want to go to the Wild Boar," Wally slurred. "Great!" Stacy sang out. Dan was hesitant, but finally he jumped in, "Count me out, I'm beat." "Aw, man," Wally exclaimed, "how are we going to get there?" "Don't worry, Mark'll drive us, won't you honey," Stacy cooed at me. Lamely I agreed. We went to my car. Rob and I climbed in front seat, and Stacy wedged herself between Wally and Mike in the back. We set off on the road, and after a few second I heard the unmistakable sound of an opening zipper, and a moment later I heard Stacy whisper sexily, "Oooh, what a beautiful cock." I looked through the rearview mirror to see Stacy pull Wally's dick out of his pants. She stroked it rapidly and soon it was rock hard. It was huge and thick, and Stacy was obviously turned on. She was squirming in the back seat, and it took me a few moments to realize she was pulling off her panties. Once they were off, she deftly swung her leg over Wally and climbed into his lap. She started rocking gently on top of him and from her motion and their sounds it was obvious she was fucking him. She started getting more and more excited and soon she was humping him harder and harder. I could feel the car bouncing on its shocks as she lifted herself up and then fell back onto him. Through the mirror I could see him roughly squeezing her cheeks and then push his index finger into her ass. Stacy let out a loud growl, and redoubled her efforts. I'd never seen her this excited, and suddenly she leaned back and screamed, "Oh yes, oh yes," as she came violently. A second later he too grunted loudly as he came in turn. Stacy rolled of him and sat in the back seat, her legs spread wide. She was stroking her wet cunt, and moaning, "Oh, God what a great cock." Then she leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "If your cock were half as big, I wouldn't need to get it elsewhere, but thanks for being so understanding." She then giggled as Mike finger-fucked her pussy hard. All I could think of was how much I hated her at that moment. I drove on, determined to see how low she'd stoop. We got to the Wild Boar and piled out. It was pretty dingy, with a low ceiling, and a badly stained pool table in the back. The patrons seemed to mutter gloomily as we grabbed a booth. My companions were talking loudly, drawing attention to us. Stacy's shrill cackles especially filled the room. All pretense was gone, and Mike and Wally were raucously discussing how tight my wife's pussy was. I sat glumly as Stacy talked about how much she was enjoying the evening. After a while Stacy got up to get another round of beers. As she stood by the bar a middle-aged man approached her. For a moment Stacy listened as he spoke, but then suddenly her face reddened and after a sharp exchange she stormed back to the table with the beers. "Can you believe that guy?" Stacy fumed. "What's up?" Wally asked. "That bastard offered me $200 to fuck him!" "What a jerk," Wally answered. "Why don't you do it?" Mike asked puckishly. "Yeah, I think it'd be exciting," Dan exclaimed. "Really?" Stacy responded. "Yeah, think about it, this guy thinks you're so hot he's willing to pay for it," Mike explained. "That's true," Stacy said thoughtfully. "Come on Stacy, give him his money's worth," Wally finally added. "Alright," she announce firmly. She took a deep swig of beer, and with her sultriest walk she approached the man. At first he looked at her dubiously, but soon a broad smile crossed his drunken face. She took his hand and led him into the parking lot. He stumbled after her as she led him to our car parked right in front. Along with Wally, Rob, and Mike, I walked over to the front window for a perfect view of my whoring wife and her first john. Stacy leaned the guy against the car and immediately dropped down to her knees. She pulled out his cock and gave him several slow licks before swallowing his meat. He closed his eyes and enjoyed her expertise. After a while he must have wanted more because he stood Stacy up. He pawed her roughly, lifting up her skirt and grabbing at her naked ass. He jammed his tongue down her throat and squeeze her tits. Suddenly he violently spun Stacy around and without further preliminaries plunged his cock into her cunt. I couldn't hear anything, but it was obvious from her contortions that she would have preferred a slightly gentler approach. He, however, seemed determined to get his money's worth, and he hammered her brutally. Stacy's friends cheered loudly as he pumped her. He wrenched her head back by the hair and jammed his thumb into her mouth as he continued his piston-pumping action. Finally he shivered and shot his load into her. He pulled out and let go of Stacy. She fell limply onto the car, and her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. He pulled out his wallet, tossed some bills next to her face, and then walked over to his car and drove away. Stacy leaned against the car for while longer, her skirt bunched around her waist exposing her tight ass and squeeze marks on her cheeks. It was oddly exhillerating to see the bitch that had been humiliating me all night humiliated herself. But my pleasure only lasted a moment as Stacy pulled herself together and joined us again at the table. "Ummm, that felt good," Stacy somewhat unconvincingly. "That was a hot show," Wally exclaimed and the others hooted in agreement. We all settled down again. It was getting pretty late, and the bar emptied out. At about 1:00 am, the bar was empty except for us when four young black men entered and started playing pool. Mike watched them, and then turned to Stacy, "You ever fuck a nigger?" "Naw," Stacy answered. "Well, what do you think?" he persisted. "'bout what?" "Going over there and doing one of them," Mike said as he pointed at them. "Naw," Stacy said groggily. Just then one of the guys approached our table. "Hey, you got a problem here?" "No, why?" Mike stammered. "Why you pointing at us," he asked menacingly as he tapped his pool cue against the floor. "I didn't point..." Mike started. "Bullshit," he replied as he friends approached our table, cues in hand. "Look, there's no problem here," Wally stated lamely. "Shut the fuck up. I'll tell you when there is a problem," he growled. I was sure we were about to get beat up, when suddenly he seemed to lighten up. "I'll tell you what. I feel like dancing with your little lady. How'se that sound?" Stacy started to shake her head, but Mike jumped in, "Sure, great, go ahead." "What's your name, baby?" "Stacy," she whispered. "I'm Curt, these guys are Jack, Malcolm, and Leroy. Let's go," he said as he grabbed Stacy firmly by the arm. He led her across the room and played some music on the jukebox. The music was pretty fast, but Curt was dancing slow and close with Stacy. He held her tightly and with his free hand he slowly moved downward until his hand rested firmly on her butt. Stacy seemed to try put some distance between them, but he was much stronger. Curt lean forward, and holding the back of her head he kissed her hard. Stacy tried to squirm out of his grip. Finally she succeeded in freeing a hand and she tried to slap him. He caught her hand easily and growled a warning. He grabbed her and kissed her again. "No," she shouted. "Oh, yes," He exclaimed lasciviously as he pushed her into Jack's arms. He now took his turn fondling her as she tried to wriggle free. Things were rapidly going out of control, but when I looked at Wally, Rob, and Mike, I noticed that had gotten up and were quietly sneaking out the door. So much for Stacy's good friends, I thought. Curt grabbed her again, "I'm gonna fuck you good." He clenched her blouse and tore it open. Her full breasts swung as she struggled. Curt pushed her onto her back on the pool table. "Hold her down," he commanded and his buddies eagerly immobilized her. Curt pulled out a knife and cut her skirt off. He spread her legs and stood above her naked spread eagled body. "Please no," she pleaded, and then looked over at me, "Mark, help me." But I knew there was nothing I could do, and anyway she was just getting what she deserved. Curt dropped his pants down around his ankles, and grabbed her firmly. Viciously he jammed his cock into her. She screamed as he raped her brutally. Curt seemed to get more excited by her struggling. He didn't take long, and within moments he came inside her. Curt pulled out, and immediately one of his friends took his place. He too hammered her brutally. For the next forty minutes they all took turns with her. At the end they had her face down on the floor as they raped her ass over and over. Finally, they were spend, and they left. I walked over to Stacy. She was sobbing loudly. Cum was streaming out of her ass and cunt. She looked up at me. Her mascara had run all over her face, and her lipstick was badly smudged. I looked at her, and uncontrollably, I started to laugh. I gave Stacy the car keys, and took a cab home. By the time Stacy got home I'd packed most of her things. I kicked her out the next day, and thankfully, have not heard from her since.