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Used & Abused Ch. 05

By: Jessiebnh



Chapter 5 "The Frat Party"

All the next week, my mind was in constant turmoil, knowing that Glen could call at any minute and "use" me. I had three weekends left until our deal was over and then the digital pictures of the underage drinking at our party would be destroyed and I would be free of Glen's hold on me. Until then, I had to be cool and make sure that Mark didn't find out what I was doing.

I justified my two episodes with Glen and his friends by convincing myself that the alternative, having him expose the underage drinking on the team website, would jeopardize my job as a high school teacher and our family's economic well being. I was determined to see this through and to show Glen that I could take whatever he could dish out.

I knew that Glen would probably plan something over the weekend so I began to hint to Mark that I would likely be out on Friday or Saturday night. Mark was busy with work and, in his free time, planning the line-up for next year's baseball team. Truthfully, he was not very interested in what I was doing that next weekend.

Every time the phone would ring my heart would stop, thinking it was Glen. He really knew how to torture a girl and made me wait until Wednesday night before he called again! 

We had just finished diner and I was cleaning up. Mark was going outside to work on a garden project since it was still light out, when the phone rang. I jumped up and made a big deal of yelling "I got it!" I waited until Mark left for the back yard before I spoke:

"Hello"

"BJ Queen! Is that you?"

"Glen, why did you call at night when Mark is here!" I whispered into the receiver looking around to make sure that my husband didn't return to the kitchen.

"Just want to keep you on your toes, sweet-tits."

"What do you want?"

"Well, my fraternity is having a party Friday night and I promised that I would supply the entertainment."

I knew that Glen had gotten into my husband's fraternity at the local college because Mark had sponsored him. Although I didn't know many of the current fraternity brothers, I had attended several parties at the Frat House when Mark was a member and knew that they were often pretty wild.

"So, what do you want from me?" I asked with trepidation.

"Well, you and Susie Allen are going to be the ‘entertainment' along with a keg of beer."

"I can't do that!" I responded in a voice full of panic. "Someone may recognize me!"

Glen seemed angry at my response.

"What do you think I am, stupid?" He shot back angrily. "I have it all worked out. No one will ever recognize you, in fact, I promise you that no one will even see your face."

I knew he could hear me sigh in relief, then he said in a more controlled but sinister voice: 

"Anyway, I can't force you to do anything you don't want to do. If you want to give-in now, then just tell me and our deal is off."

As Glen spoke, my mind wandered to the two encounters I had in his living room on Sunday. As scared and angry as I was, I felt my pussy beginning to swell and getting puffy. I was confused and resentful. I was not going to give up now, since by the time of the party, I would be one-quarter through with my month of servitude to Glen and his stupid friends. Besides, I figured I could quit any time I wanted. I would at least find out what he planned.

"Tell me what you want, but make it quick."

"Just be at the Frat House back door about 6:00 on Friday night. Bring a change of clothes and don't wear anything you won't mind loosing. I'll go over the whole plan with you then. I think you will find it a "ball" if you get my drift."

Glen snickered into the telephone and my blood ran cold.

"I'll be there!" I answered with a growl.

"That's Jessie, my little slut-whore. I'll be waiting for you. And you know something little sweet-tits, I'll bet you will be creaming in your panties until Friday thinking about the paces I will put you through. Oh, and another thing, wear clean underwear!"

With that I heard a click. "That prick" I muttered under my breath.

My heart was racing and I didn't know what to do. I dried my hands on my apron and looked out the window. I watched Mark on the other side of the yard digging up a bush that had died. Suddenly, I had an uncontrollable urge to cum. I lifted my right leg up onto the counter and stuck my hands up my shorts. As I watched my husband's thigh muscles ripple I began playing with my cunt. I was getting hotter and hotter. My head dropped down and I stared into the sink as my fingers rubbed my clit and pussy lips, making my cunt-hole leak with precum.

I was starting to feel desperate. I grabbed the black phone off its receiver and began shoving the earpiece up my soaking cunt. It was so nasty. I thought about Mark making a phone call and smelling my cunt on the handpiece and it drove me even crazier with lust. I couldn't see what I was doing, but by this time the earpiece portion of the phone was fully into my distended cunt.

I pulled it out and saw about six inches of the black plastic glistening with my pussy juice. I stuck it back in, moved it quickly in and out as my other hand rubbed my swollen clit. I pushed the phone up into my cunt as far as it would go and was imagining my husband walking in the house and seeing me in this position with only the 25 foot long black-coiled cord sticking out of my cunt. With that image in my mind I came and almost passed out practically falling into the sink as I did! 

As I came to, I yanked the receiver out of my cunt, shuddered with the aftershocks of my orgasm and dropped it onto the floor. I grabbed onto the counter-top to steady myself. I could barely see, I came so hard. 

As I gradually came to my senses, I heard the "beep, beep beep" tone sound of the phone as it lay on the floor. You know, the sound it makes when it has been off the hook too long. I began to think what would happen if Mark walked in at that moment, with the phone dripping with my pussy juice and obviously off the hook for quite a while.

I quickly picked it up and ran it under the faucet of the sink, wiped it with my dishtowel and placed it back onto the receiver. Then I wiped my cunt with the dishtowel and with a wicked smile, hung it up to dry in full view. As I was doing this I check to confirm that my husband was still outside and busy with his yard work. 

***** That Friday I had everything arranged. I told my husband that I was leaving directly from work to have dinner with some teachers from school. Compouding the lie, I told him that we were all going to a Tupperware party after dinner at the house of a friend of one of the teachers a woman I didn't know. I figured that with this story, Mark would not try to reach me until I got home.

I stayed late after school to grade some papers and finally left about 4:30 PM. Since I wasn't supposed to meet Glen at the Frat House until 6 PM, I figured that I would stop somewhere to eat until it was time to show up.

I was nervous as I threw my books into my car and drove through town toward the local college. Although I was wearing my "teacher's clothes", I had taken Glen's advice and packed some old clothes - an old sweatsuit, some gym shorts and 2 tee shirts in a plastic bag in my trunk. Just in case, I stopped at a Burger King just outside of town and changed into my sweat suit in the bathroom. 

That morning I had put on a sexy bra and panty set that I bought earlier that week in Wal-Mart. So even though I looked pretty plain in the sweat suit, I felt sexy knowing what I was wearing underneath.  In planning for this party, I began trimming my pubic hair, a little bit each day. I figured that Mark wouldn't notice it so much if it got progressively more trimmed each time I stepped out of the shower. Actually, I was a little pissed that he didn't seem to notice that I had done anything, even though I made a point of undressing in front of him each morning! By Thursday night I had a "landing strip" where my pussy hair used to be and my pussy lips were as bald as a baby's head.

Although I bought a meal at Burger King, I just couldn't eat much. My stomach was in knots and my mind kept racing, thinking about what that pervert, Glen, was planning. 

As I ate I thought about Sue Allen. Sue was in one of my classes several years ago. All us teachers were amazed when she graduated without getting pregnant. She had the reputation of being the "senior slut" in school, but I hadn't heard much about what happened to since she graduated about 2 years ago.

Finally, I dumped my tray and got into my car, heading to the Frat House near the local college. As I drove up, I saw Glen's car, and sure enough, he was there at the side door to the house waiting for me to show up. He looked almost as nervous as I was.

"How do you feel?"

"Nervous as hell. I hope you know what you are doing!"

"Yeah, I got it all mapped out."

Glen took out a key ring and opened the door and I followed him in. We were in the kitchen of the house. As I recalled, the entire first floor was almost one big room, or at least several rooms connected by large archways with no doors. It was a real "party house" since they could fit almost 100 people downstairs for a party, as long as most of them were standing up.

"This is the new-brother initiation night." said Glen. "The pledges who survived the initiation last year are formally welcomed in as equal brothers and taught the ropes on how they are to behave in front of all the new pledges we will get in September."


I looked around. The place was as dirty and dingy as I remember it when Mark was there. It had its signature stench of beer and cigarettes and (I always thought) a hint of male body odor and semen.

"This is the plan. Your pussy is going to be made available to all of our brothers from 8 until 10 tonight. We'll strap you to a table and tie your legs to each of the two table legs. The table will be put here."

With that Glen took my hand and brought me over to a small doorway to what seemed to be a butler's pantry between the kitchen and the rest of the house. 

"With the table in the doorway, no one will be able to get into the Butler's Pantry since it will completely block the door and, as added protection, we will nail it in place so no one can push it through. What with all the humping and bumping, we don't want you and the table pushed into the room. The door on the other side will be kept locked and only I have the key. "

Glen picked up a purplish crushed velour material and handed it to me as he continued. 

"To finish it off, we will hang these heavy drapes on both the outside wall and the inside wall of the doorway. These will cover everything but your naked ass, pussy and legs. Even if someone lifts up the drapes in this room (which they won't) they will still not be able to see you shoulders and head. It will be like your pussy is in one world and your head is in another."

Glen continued talking, handing me a large plastic bag.

"To further disguise you sweet-tits, I bought you these little presents."

With that, Glen reached into the bag and began a cruel show-and –tell.

"These are the platform shoes you will be wearing. These Lucite beauties should keep you legs at just the right height so that you will be stretched out but comfortable. These stockings and garter belts complete the slut outfit."

"This, is a waterproof fake tattoo we will put on your ass." Glen held up a piece of paper with she-devil tattoo that read "SLUT" underneath. 

"And this tattoo, we put across you backbone right over you butt, just in case anyone has seen you in a bathing suit, which, by the way, a lot of these guys have at your last team barbeque."

Glen laughed as what he just told me sunk into my jittery brain. I was going to be a masturbation toy for a bunch of adolescent college students who were going to walk right up to me all night and fuck me as they pleased. My legs and stomach muscles started to shiver and I tried to do my best to act composed.

"And this, is hair dye. Just to make sure, you are going to die your mousey brown pussy hair a bright red so that everyone thinks that you're a redhead."

"But what about when I get home to Mark? I gasped in disbelief!

"You will have to figure that one out sweet-tits. I can't think of everything. Shave your pussy! You'll think of something, I'm sure. You're a smart girl! Tell him you wanted to play act in bed and you always wanted to be a redhead. I don't give a fuck what you tell him."

My shaking was getting more pronounced. I was truly in a daze and thought I was going to vomit the food I just ate all over the floor. Glen began leading me up the stairs.

"You can get ready in one of the upstairs bedrooms. I put some stuff in the bathroom you should use after you finish dying your pussy hair."

Glen was holding my arm and pushing me into the grungy bathroom in the upstairs hall. On top of the toilet was a huge bottle of personal lubricant, three fleet enema boxes and what looked like a butt plug.

"What the hell is this for?" I moaned as I began inspecting the flared end of the large, red-rubber butt plug and held it in front of Glen's face.

"Well, too bad for you, your butt is off limits tonight. I am saving that for myself. I want to be the first to take your anal cherry. Even though the brothers have been told not to fuck your ass, this plug makes sure no one "slips" into the wrong hole, if you know what I mean."

As perverse as these words seemed, they actually comforted me at the time. I remember thinking that at least I will not be fucked in the ass as I am tied down and lewdly displayed in front of all Glen's fraternity brothers. I had never had anal sex before, and wasn't about to try it out for the first time at this party.

"Well, are you with the program or do you want to call it quits right now and lose our little wager?" Glen whispered in a sinister voice.

I remember thinking that I could do this! It was only for 2 hours. No one could possibly know who I was with all the precautions that Glen had taken. After all, I was a married woman and wasn't a virgin. Mark had fucked me plenty of times, once or twice doggy style, which I didn't really mind. 

I was impressed by how impersonal it would be. They would mount me anonymously, doggy style, like a common bitch in heat. I was becoming more and more determined that I could do this. In reality, my pussy was already leaking juices. Subconsciously I wanted this. I wanted to be used as a cheap whore, used like a meat-hole slut - as a cum dump for these horny frat boys.  "There's a bottle of Jack D in the bedroom over there if you need to calm down a little. Don't drink too much – I don't want you puking all over yourself. When you get done in the john, you can wait in the bedroom until we are ready to mount you on the table before everyone arrives." 

Glen's voice yanked me back to reality. I was still holding the butt plug in my hand.

"Anyway, Paul is here to help with the table and the curtains. I gotta leave you alone for now. You got any questions."

My head began to reel. I propped myself up against the dirty bathroom doorjamb. I could feel Glen's muscular arms begin to encircle me and my legs began to weaken. He had at least one day of stubble on his cheeks and he reeked of "male". He began kissing me hard. Our tongues danced in each other's mouths.

What was the hold this man had on me? Why was I willing to prostitute myself at his whim and do things that only a week ago I couldn't even conceive of, let alone allow myself to do? Things I wouldn't do for my husband in a million years!

I looked into Glen's eyes and saw a passion burning in them. I felt as though he possessed my very soul. I knew that I would do anything he asked at that moment. Anything.

"So," Glen whispered just inches from my lips, "any questions?"

I thought for a second. "Yes, Sue Allen. What part does she play in the entertainment tonight?"

Glen's lip curled in an evil smile. 

"That fucking slut? She's the fluffer and the clean-up girl. I thought the guys would get a kick out of seeing how low she can go. Anything else?"

While I really didn't understand exactly what Glen meant about Sue, all kinds of evil images began playing in my mind. It was true that Sue was a cheap slut but she was very pretty and had a knock-out figure, which she always displayed to all the males in her vicinity.

I heard hammering coming from downstairs as Glen abruptly turned and disappeared down the wide staircase. I decided to use the bathroom first. I entered and locked the door behind me. The floor seemed so dirty that I kept my sandals on even after I stripped off all my clothes.

First I used the red dye and changed my ‘landing strip' to a bright red strip of cunt hair. Next, I decided to use the fleet enemas. I used one on my pussy, to make sure it was clean. Looking at the large jar of lubricant and thinking about how many cocks would enter me this night, I decided that there was no such thing as "too much" of that stuff. I put a glob on my finger and tried to force it up my pussy but it was a slow process and most of it stayed on my outer lips.

Then I got a novel idea. I opened up the empty ‘fleet' bottle and started pumping the lubricant into it until it was full. Then I sat naked on the toilet seat, spread my legs as far as they would go, inserted the small nozzle up my cunt and squeezed the entire contents into my pussy. It was cool and gooey and I couldn't help but start to frig myself as I was squeezing the jelly up inside of me. I felt dirty and obscene with one sandaled foot on the sink and my other on the edge of the filthy bathtub as I masturbated furiously. I imagined that the frat brothers were all staring through the bathroom door at my obscene show. With this picture in my mind, I had what was to be the first of an uncountable number of orgasms that night.

When I settled down, I took the butt plug in my hand. It was pretty thick at the middle but flared down to a thin tube at the bottom, capped by what looked like a suction cup. It was then that I realized what the other two fleet enema's were for. I used them in the conventional way and emptied my bowels until the water ran clear. Then I used the same trick with the lubricant, only this time sticking the fleet nozzle up my ass. When I thought I had forced enough jelly up my asshole, I lubed the plug and slowly forced it into my ass, past my anal ring. 

I felt a sense of relief as my anal ring clamped down on the thinnest part of the plug. It felt mildly uncomfortable, but definitely erotic. Since this was the first time I had anything up my ass, I was eager to see how it would affect my efforts at masturbation. Again I spread my legs obscenely and started frigging myself. I heard myself let out little squeaks as I was getting closer and closer to my orgasm. I felt my anal ring clamping down around the butt plug.

Suddenly, I felt a tremendous vibration running up my colon, as if someone had started a big diesel truck parked in my ass! The butt plug had begun vibrating violently. I increased the velocity of my fingers strumming on my clit and began forcing four fingers into my sloppy wet cunt hole. My eyes were rolling in my head as I felt wave after wave of a tremendous orgasm well up from my ass and pussy and pulsate throughout my entire body! Just as one wave would stop, another would begin welling up again and my fingers would began their almost involuntary assault on my pussy. 

I heard the sound of a key in the door, the handle shook and the door swung upon. There, with big grins on their faces, were Paul Janke and Glenn. Paul had what looked like a remote control in his hands and Glen was looking over his shoulders. They were both laughing at me, calling me a whore and a cum-slut. Although I was mortified at my embarrassing position, when the butt plug began vibrating again, my fingers again began frigging my cunt as if they too, were being controlled by the remote.


Used & Abused Ch. 05



"We thought you would like this remote control." Laughed Glen as Paul pushed down on a button giving me an occasional jolt. "It was expensive, but worth every penny. You are never going to forget tonight sweet-slut. In a way, I envy you. Now stop frigging yourself and get some rest or you will be all fucked-out before we even start!"

I tried to cover myself with my hands until I realized how foolish it was. Paul and Glen had seen every embarrassing detail. The butt plug jammed up my ass. My legs spread like a two-bit whore. My four fingers jammed up my quimm like a slut and my fingers shamelessly frigging my clit as if there was no tomorrow. I was truly mortified! But more than that, I was tamed. I was resigned to my fate as a slut for the night - a whore for the pleasure of whatever males wanted to use my slutty cunt. 

I collected my stuff and weakly walked naked to the bedroom and plopped myself onto the bed, without even taking off the filthy bedspread that covered it. The last thing I remember was the dusty, semen smell of the spread before I fell sound asleep.

Next. Chapter 6 The Party Begins.



Used & Abused Ch. 06



Chapter 6; Frat Party Slut.

"Jess, wake-up!"

I heard those words and felt someone shaking me as I awoke from my groggy sleep. The first thing I realized was that I was naked. I could feel my sensitive nipples rubbing up against the coarse duvet. Then I felt a fullness in my ass like I had to take a giant shit.

"Let's buzz her – that will get her awake fast." It was Paul's voice.

Suddenly I felt a churning in my ass as the butt-plug came to life.

"Cut it out you shits, I'm awake!" I growled at my tormentors.

"Are you drunk you little slut?" demanded Glen as he picked up the bottle of whiskey from the night table and began measuring its contents with his eyes.

"I am not drunk, I just fell asleep, that's all. What time is it?"

"Twenty to eight. Time for you to get ready before anyone else arrives. And you're not even dressed yet!"

Glen threw the bag with the shoes, stockings and garter belt next to where I was laying and began taking out the stuff, holding them with two fingers as if they would explode. I began putting on the black stockings, then snapped the garter belt around my waist and started snapping it to the stockings. The two men stared at me in rapt attention.

"Haven't you perverts ever seen a woman put on stockings before?" I asked them in a mocking and somewhat annoyed voice.

"No!" they both answered in unison. 

Paul began to stroke my nylon covered leg as I fastened on the Lucite fuck-me shoes, wiggling away as best I could. Finally, I grabbed my Wal-Mart bra and panty set and started to put on the transparent g-string.

"Stop right there, I say you're dressed enough." said Glen. I gave him my dirtiest look.

"Not on your life. I need to put on this lingerie otherwise I will feel too self conscious."

The boys stared at each other. 

"No one is going to see her tits anyway." Paul said to Glen in a matter of fact voice. "And it might be fun to let the Brothers take off her g-string, you know, to kinda unwrap their present."

"Those dorks might not find the right hole if she covers it up." growled Glen. "OK, put it on if it makes you feel better."

With that, Glen grabbed my arm as I was putting on my sheer black bra and guided me down the stairs. Two of the boys I recognized from the other night at Glen's house were standing on each side of the curtain. They both gave me a mock bow and then held up the velour curtain that now hung from the doorway to the butler's pantry. As the curtain was raised, I could see the narrow table wedged flush into the doorway and extending into the darkness beyond. It was so dark, in fact, that I had to look carefully to realize that there was another curtain on the inside of the doorway.

I noticed that some kind of a wooden box or trunk was pushed under the table. There was a scratchy wool olive drab blanket draped over the table and one of the boys covered it with a dirty looking white towel.

"You should be pretty comfortable in here" said one of Glen's friends. "We made sure that it was padded and even tried it out ourselves."

I walked over to the table. In my high Lucite platform heels I almost towered over the two boys who were holding up the curtain. Each boy then bent down and took one of my ankles and wrapped a fur-lined cuff around each, fastening them with Velcro. The cuffs were silky smooth, almost sensuous. All of a sudden Glen's head appeared under the other curtain.

"OK sweet-tits, stop fucking around and bend over the table." 

Glen held out his arms to assist me onto the table. I bent at the waist and lowered my torso down onto the table. The two boys began spreading my legs and tying each ankle cuff to the table legs. Since the door and table were less than three feet apart, it really wasn't too uncomfortable. I began to wiggle my ass seductively trying to get more comfortable. I felt hands caressing the backs of my legs, my ass and pussy. As I looked up I was staring right at Glen's bulging crotch. 

Glen began to arrange the inside curtain around my back and sides. Most of my body was now in the little butler's pantry room with Glen. I noticed that the sounds in the other room were now muffled by the two dense velour curtains. Glen quickly went to work tying me to the table top. He used several colorful silk scarves tied together that he looped under the table and around my back, holding me down firmly with his hand until I was solidly tied to the table.

I felt one of the boys in the other room rudely begin rubbing my pussy through my panties. I could feel my ass wiggling and grinding in small circles as I watched Glen finish up my bindings. The set-up was truly schizophrenic! Here I was able to carry on a normal conversation with Glen in this small, fluorescent-lit room while strange men where touching my most private parts, unseen by me in another room! It is almost impossible to explain - like "feeling" a porno movie.

When he was done, Glen squatted down so his face was opposite mine. He smoothed out the towel under my chin, then grabbed my face and gazed into my eyes. 

"You gonna be ok sweet-tits?" 

There was a genuine look of concern in his eyes. My heart began to melt and I could feel my pussy getting hot and starting to itch. I just looked into his eyes and didn't speak. His lips began to drift toward mine and I closed my eyes. Since I was immobile, I had to wait for him to move the few millimeters needed so that our lips would meet. I could feel his hot breath and a longing began to well up in my chest. I began to feel my nipples harden against the material of my bra and the rough terrycloth towel under me.

Finally I felt his lips graze mine! He was teasing me. I struggled to kiss Glen, but he taunted my helplessness by gently grazing my lips. When he finally began kissing me, I burst in passion, trying to wedge my tongue into his mouth, anything to drag him closer to me. In truth, my tongue was the only part of my body that I could move to get closer to him. 

As our lips met in hot, passionate kisses, I felt hands all over my ass, pussy and legs. The sluttiness of my position, kissing my boyfriend passionately while his friends caressed my most private parts out of our sight, nearly made me cum.

Suddenly Glen stood up and opened the door to the pantry that led into the kitchen. Paul squeezed in holding an armful of wires and electronic equipment. I watched as he set up a laptop computer on the short counter and attached wires to it.

"What is that?" I asked Glen.

"That sweet-tits, is our 'pussy-cam'. It will record whatever is happening in the room behind you from two views, so that we can see what is going on."

I craned my neck to look at the large color screen on the laptop which was split into two parts. I could see a boy on the split-screen. One was a close up picture of his face as crouched in back of me arranging the curtain and the other showed a wide angle shot of his back and my ass with my g-string disappearing down my crack!

In a loud voice Paul instructed the boy who was adjusting the camera in the other room to zoom in and focus on my crotch. I could see the pouch of the g-string holding my moist pussy and could just make out the crease of my shaved pussy lips through the transparent material.

"Great resolution isn't it sweet-tits? You will be the star of our porno film and no one will ever see your face."

Glen was right. I wiggled my ass and watched it move on the screen, one on the wide angle rear shot and the other one looking down at my ass and whoever was standing behind it. Paul pushed a few more buttons on the laptop and I could hear the two boys in the other room talking in a low voice as if they were both whispering in my ear!

"OK, we're done!" Glen announced as he straightened up the room and pushed Paul out. He looked at me, gave me a wink and shut off the lights. As I heard the door lock, I realized that the only light in the room was the bluish glow of the screen from the laptop. 

I began to hear more voices and, as I did, the velvet curtain was adjusted to cover me so that you could not tell there was a naked girl lying on a table in the doorway. I was now the 'prize' behind the curtain.

I closed my eyes and relaxed as I waited for the ordeal to begin. I have to admit that I was very excited. I was glad that at least Glen let me keep on my bra and panties. I felt protected, at least until things got underway.

I began to hear more and more voices coming over the laptop speaker. The cameras were still focused on the curtain over the doorway. I could see some of the frat brothers holding cups of beer, milling around the room and talking, oblivious that I was there behind the curtain, trussed up like a human sacrifice. Suddenly, there was a commotion. I heard Glen's voice.

"OK, guys, you all know Sue. She will be helping us out tonight." Glen was standing with his arm around the waist of a young blonde girl wearing what looked like a brief, cheerleader's outfit and white boots. A cheer when up and Sue twirled around for the audience. "You have all heard of Sue's many talents. Well tonight she will be demonstrating them live, for your enjoyment. Sue, you might as well start right here with me."

With that, Glen pushed Sue to her knees on the floor in front of him. All I could see was her blond head bobbing up and down in front of Glen's crotch as he held his glass up and smiled for his audience of Frat Brothers.

"That's enough for now slut!" said Glen as he pushed Sue down so that she was sitting on her heels. "Who's next?"

I began to feel my body shake. I knew that in a few minutes, I would be 'next'. The noise level coming from the next room had risen several decibels. After an interminable amount of time, I heard Glen yelling to get the attention of the boys in the room.

"Well, you all were promised a night to remember – and a night to remember it will be. Gentlemen, I want you to feast your eyes on one prime, seasoned pussy that is available for your enjoyment tonight. Sue will be available to make sure everyone is "up" to the task."

With that, two boys raised the outer curtain. A spotlight came on illuminating my ass, legs and g-string clad pussy to the room. A crude cheer went up. I heard remarks like, 'I want a piece of that!' and other rude comments. I began to wiggle my ass seductively to put on a good show and could feel the heat rising from my cunt. I was almost embarrassed that the boys would be able to smell how aroused I was over the stench of beer, cigarette smoke and urine of the frat house.

The boys that raised the curtain draped it over my back and then grabbed the string on each hip and tore away my G-string. Almost as if they had rehearsed it, they began spreading my ass cheeks and putting my most private parts on an obscene display to this room full of half-drunk, horny frat brothers. I saw the butt-plug sticking obscenely out of my streached asshole and could clearly see the moisture glistening on my pussy lips in on the computer screen.

I not only felt, but watched on the screen as they fingered my pussy and rotated the butt plug in my asshole. I watched ashamedly as my ass and pussy hunched away at their fingers, almost totally beyond my control! To add insult to injury, Paul was pressing the remote, buzzing the butt-plug randomly and making me squirm like a slut!

Glen then announced that "the pussy was open for business" and a line of horny frat brothers began to form behind me. Sue Allen was now naked, crouched down next to the table taking one cock after another into her mouth and getting them hard. The first boy that penetrated me seemed pretty thin. Needless to say he only stroked about once or twice in me before he sprayed my cunt with his hot seed.

This happened over and over. The tension in me was becoming almost unbearable. These young guys came so fast I didn't get a chance to cum at all! The result was that each time one of them entered me, I humped him like crazy, trying to get off. I was so turned on and horny that I would have fucked an aluminum baseball bat if it was available!

After about the sixth guy pulled out of me, I watched the close-up screen. I saw gobs of cum dripping out of my cunt and down my legs. I could feel an ocean of cum sloshing around inside of me! I pushed and watched the screen. A Niagara Falls of cum gushed out of my cunt in a steady stream.

A cheer went up as the boys in the room watched my obscene display. Then I saw Sue. Someone had pushed her down so she was kneeling in front of my sloppy, cum-soaked cunt. She began licking me and a roar rose up from the boys crowding around the table. I could feel her nose grazing my asshole as she enthusiaticlly tried to lick all of the cum out of my cunt! As her nasty face left my cunt, I could see the cum glistening in the low light of the screen as if her cheeks were phosphorescent! What a fucking slut! As Sue voraciously ate me out, a large guy with a hairy ass stepped up behind me. This guy was big! The head of his cock could barely fit inside my gaping, cum-filled cunt. I felt a steady pressure until finally, his huge member slid into me and bottomed out. It felt like someone just stuck an eggplant up my snatch! 

When he hit bottom, he took my breath away. I closed my eyes as he began fucking me. His cock touched every part of my vagina, parts where no man had gone before. The weight of his body crushed me down onto the table and began rubbing my delicate clitty against the coarse towel. I concentrated on the feeling of his huge member ploughing me and gradually felt my orgasm coiling up inside my clit and pussy. I rode with him as he fucked the daylights out of me!

I would never have guessed in a million years that I would submit - no not submit, - but actually revel, in the promiscuous fucking that I was receiving at the hands of this gang of drunk frat boys, and now, this big fuckng stud.

As the gorilla fucking me got closer to cuming, his cock started pistoning me like a machine, as if I was his private fuck-meat. I felt his balls slapping against my clit as he fucked me rougher and harder. I started to loose it! At that moment I opened my eyes and somehow focused them on the laptop screen. What I saw sent me over the edge! It was Sue Allen, holding apart the ass-cheeks of the guy fucking me, and rimming his hairy brown asshole for all she was worth!

"FUUUUCCKKKK!", I heard his long, low, growl through the speaker as his enormous cock grew even bigger and stared flooding me wih jism. With that, I began to cum and couldn't stop. The nasty vision of Sue rimming this guy's ass as he fucked me kept looping in my mind, and with it, my orgasms kept coming one after another.

By this time I was in a constant state of non-stop orgasm. I don't remember when the big guy pulled out, but he was quickly replaced by another and then another. The line seemed endless. I closed my eyes and just floated from orgasm to orgasm. At last, the fucking stopped, and I was able to quiet down.

To liven things up, two boys lifted Sue Allen up and positioned her under my pussy as Paul started the vibrating butt-plug in my ass. Their drunken frat brothers urged Sue to open her mouth under my pussy as stream after stream of cum flowed out of my hot box, into her mouth and over her face!

Groans of 'What a slut!' and 'I don't believe it!' echoed in my ears as Sue looked at the camera with a cum covered face and a Cheshire Cat smile. My, was she proud of herself, that little slut!

Glen then pushed Sue back to my crotch and urged her to eat me to orgasm. I closed my eyes and concentrated on her delicate tongue as she voraciously flicked my clit and lapped at my pussy lips. I heard the boys chanting in unison, urging Sue on with her lesbian display. Although I was disgusted by the fact that a girl was licking my private parts, that didn't stop me from experiencing orgasm after orgasm. Sue made me cum as only a woman can do to another woman!

After this episonde things quieted down. I guess whoever was going to fuck me already got his rocks off, and the guys that were interested in seconds were waiting to get hard again. I lapsed into kind of a twilight sleep, feeling no pain or discomfort, almost in another world. Then I heard it, that distinctive voice! 

"Gather round guys!" it was Glen.

"You all know Mark, our coach." A murmur of approval and cheers rang out.

"Mark was invited on this special night to partake of the festivities and join his frat brothers in welcoming our newest members. Being generous to our alumni, we all want to welcome Mark and let him enjoy some of the fine pussy that we have all experienced tonight!"

I thought my heart was going to beat out of my throat. It was Mark - my husband! That Shit!!! Would he dare fuck some faceless whore and then innocently come home to me? Sure enough, after not much encouragement, Mark pulled down his zipper and took out his engorged cock. He sidled up behind me holding it with two hands. I squirmed to get away from him.

Then I began thinking. Would he be be able to tell if it was me that had just fucked every swinging dick in the room? Could he tell that the sloppy cum filled cunt in front of him was his sweet innocent wife? My first reaction was not to let him near me, but then I realized that my sudden reluctance might give me away! 

Mark sensed my tenseness and gave me a slap on the rump. A cheer went out from the crowd. I felt the head of his dick parting my dripping cunt lips.

'OK' I thought, 'You want to fuck a whore, I will give you a ride for your money!'

I began seductively rotating my hips, giving my husband a "swivel fuck" as he began to ride me doggy style. I watched his face on the laptop screen as he closed his eyes and caught his stride. I suddenly felt very powerful, knowing that my husband was fucking a strange woman (even though it was me!) and he was oblivious of the fact that his wife was watching him, hearing him breath, and even feeling him as he fucked some cheap whore outside of his marital bed!

As Mark picked up his rhythm, I heard a key click in the door to the butler's pantry. In the dim light I recognized Glen. He quickly took out his cock and presented it to my mouth. It was rock hard. Watching Mark fuck me had obviously aroused him! Glen grabbed my head and began fucking my face as rough as my husband was fucking my cunt from behind. I closed my eyes and as the thoughts about what was happening raced through my mind. 

My husband was watching, and now participating, in his wife's own gang-bang only, he was oblivious to that fact! Now, he was fucking his slut wife unknowingly while, unbeknownst to him, his best friend was crudely fucking her face just inches away. What a jerk! I silently smiled around Glen's thrusting cock as I realized how Glen and I had cuckolded my now unfaithful husband. 

Just then the butt-plug began to vibrate. It all became too much! I started to cum, this time violently. The orgasm rippled up and then down my body. Mark felt it and began to groan. I felt his cock thicken as his seed splash up against my cervix. Then I felt Glen's thick cock begin to expand in my throat and pulse, shooting load after load into my mouth and down my throat. I felt like such a whore! 

At that point it was official. I was nothing more than a cum-slut and a fuck toy. My whole being began to melt away, as if the façade of my life, the face I showed the world, was stripped from me. Surprisingly, at that moment I felt freer than I had ever felt in my life.

Continued in Chapter 7 – "Hurry Home" 



Used & Abused Ch. 07



I want to apologize to all the nice people who emailed me and encouraged me to keep writing. I'm sorry it took so long to continue my story. I have been soooo busy and still can't write at home. Luckily, I had time to finish this next chapter while I was proctoring a bio final. Hope the kids don't smell how aroused I am now! Love, Jes

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As I came down from one of the most powerful orgasm of my life, I realized the situation I was in. I had just been fucked by a roomful of horny frat guys, all of whom played baseball with my husband, Mark. Meanwhile my husband was standing behind me with his cock in me "doggy style" as all the frat brothers cheered him on yelling "way to go coach" and other male braggadocio. He had just fucked a faceless whore, oblivious that it was his wife!

Glen removed his cock from my mouth, held it up to his belly button and presented his balls to my mouth to clean, even as my husband's cock was deflating in my now sore pussy. I licked the few remnants of Glen's cum that I didn't swallow like a good slut. Then he turned around, spread his ass cheeks and backed into me. I knew what he wanted and began rimming his hairy asshole, even though my husband was still planted in me! I had never done anything like that before! It made me feel like such a slut!

As quickly and quietly as Glen had entered the butler's pantry, he departed. I began to panic. Suddenly, for the first time since this sex orgy began, I realized that I was strapped to the damn table and could not move. I wanted to yell out but my fucking husband was still standing behind me with his cock in me. By now it was deflated and I felt the cold cum leaking down my legs as he finally withdrew from me. I watched the laptop screen as the frat brothers patted Mark on the back while he pulled up his trousers and fastened his belt.

Glen's voice wafted over the speaker in my cubicle: 

"OK now, that's it for tonight. Let's give this little slut a rest for now." 

I watched the screen as Paul and another boy pulled the velour curtain off my sweaty back and covered my ass, pussy and legs. The screen now showed only a doorway with a velour curtain. No Jessie slut. It's funny, for a second I was annoyed, like I wanted the room to start applauding and calling my name! 

It was then that I realized that Glen had pulled it off! No one in the room (except Glen's three friends) knew it was me! Not even my husband who had just fucked me! I heard the door open and my heart leaped into my throat. For a second, I imagined Glen ushering Mark into the room to show him who he had just fucked! I started struggling in my restraints. I was relieved to see that it was only Glen and Paul. 

"Let's hurry and get her out of here! Mark wants to leave and she has got to be home before he gets there."

Glen began disassembling the wires and recording gear from the laptop and Paul was under the table loosening the straps that held me down. I began scrambling, but Glen held me down with one hand on my back.

"Easy girl, let us pull out the table first."

Paul and Glen both grabbed the end of the table. Their jean covered crotches were at my eye level. Shit! Even after being fucked about 30 times I was still horny and gazing at their packages. What had I become? I was a mess. My ass and legs were covered in sticky cum. My pussy felt swollen, red and sore and my clit was rubbed raw from the stiff towel covering the table, which was now wet with the cum of an entire frat house.

They slowly pulled the table out of the doorway with me on it. Once it cleared, they helped me up. My legs and arms were stiff from being held down for such a long time. I could barely stand up. Even though the little room was hot and smelled like a used condom, my legs and pussy felt cool from being so wet. Paul gingerly picked up the dirty towel up off the table by the dry end and handed it to me.

"Clean yourself up. We gotta go!"

I gave him a dirty look and started wiping off my ass, legs and pussy. I saw that my stockings were saturated from the lacy tops to almost my knees. They were full of runs. I looked and smelled like a two-bit whore

I started to pull down my stockings but Glen stopped me.

"We don't have time for that" he said. "Here, wrap yourself in this and let's go."

He handed me the scratchy, olive drab-blanket that was on the table under the towel and draped it over my shoulders. Paul grabbed one arm and Glen grabbed the other and they both proceeded to hurriedly escort me out of the pantry, through the kitchen and into Glen's car which was parked right off the back door. The two guys literally stuffed me into the back seat then jumped into the front and sped off.

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To say that I was in a stupor would be an understatement. As Glen's car sped toward my house I rummaged through my bag that was thrown next to me on the seat and pulled out my sweatsuit. I was like a drunk trying to put it on. I still had on the transparent bra and garter belt. I didn't have the energy or the room to take off my spunky stockings. I just pulled on the pants and top and slumped back into the seat.

Glen announced that we had reached my house. Both boys checked out the street and driveway for Mark's car. Luckily, he hadn't arrived yet – we had beaten him home. The frat brothers must have been successful in offering him one more beer.

Glen parked his car at the curb. Both boys turned and looked back at me as if to say – 'What are you waiting for a good night kiss?' I just stared at them, grabbed my bag and dragged myself out of the car. I hurried to the front door without even looking back as I heard Glen's car roar away.

As I opened the front door to our marital home, what had just happened hit me like a ton of bricks. I had behaved like a cock-hungry whore. I couldn't believe it! Me! Conservative little Jessie the model high-school teacher. The girl that "saved" herself for her husband! A fucking two bit, cock-loving, gang-bang whore!

I stripped out of my clothes as I hurriedly walked into our bedroom and ran for the shower. I knew Mark would soon be home. As the soothing warm water ran over my body, my mind began to wander. What should I do? What would I say when he comes to bed?

Then it began to hit me. That fucking prick! He had no qualms about fucking a dirty whore bareback and then snuggling up into bed with his wife. That fucking whoremonger! I began to feel resentful and bitchy. All of a sudden, my slutty behavior didn't seem so important. I wanted revenge. I was seething. 

"I'll show him, that cheating prick!" I said out loud, as I rinsed off the soap.

I was about to use the shower-wand to wash out my pussy which was continually dripping cum. Then I stopped. I began to smile as the diabolical idea came into my head.

I stepped out of the shower and toweled off, purposely avoiding wiping my pussy. I put on a filmy nightgown, picked up my dirty clothes and tossed them in the bottom of the hamper and climbed into bed.

As I lay there in the dark I planned my revenge, I went over every detail in my mind; I thought of exactly what I would say and do when lover-boy got into bed! I didn't have to wait long! I heard the key in the door and Mark's heavy footsteps on the stairs. I laid quietly on the bed in the dark and began rubbing my clitty. Damn if planning this revenge didn't make me wet and hot! 

"Jess, are you awake?" 

It was Mark's voice. He spoke in such a soft whisper that I could tell he was hoping the answer was "no". 

I answered in a groggy, sexy voice. 

"Is that you honey? I just had the sexiest dream."

I continued to rub my clitty which was now protruding out of its hood. I could hear Mark shucking his clothes in the dark and dropping them on the floor. As he got closer, I smelled the odor of stale beer. This was going to be a piece of cake!

Mark slid into bed next to me, trying not to get too close. Maybe he was afraid that just my touching him would reveal his dirty little secret. As I rubbed my clit I thought to myself how great it was to be a woman! Men are such transparent wimps!

"Honey," I whispered, " I need you baby, I need you to get me off."

The silence was deafening. I could almost smell the fear in him lying next to me. 

"Hon, not tonight baby. I'm beat!" Mark whined in a horse voice.

Fucking wimp! Glen would never turn me down! I became brazen. His body felt cool while mine was white hot. I slithered up his naked body as my hand snaked into the hole in his boxer shorts. His little dick was hard as a rock. Fucking pervert!

"You don't seem beat to me lover!" I cooed in his ear. 

"Tonight I want you to eat me baby, just like my dream." I hissed in my sexiest voice.

"I want you to lick my pussy. I want you to make me cum with your mouth baby!"

I felt his cock jerk as I said those words. I threw my leg over him and straddled his chest and began kissing him. His breath stank of beer and his hair smelled like cigars.

"Eat me baby, eat you wifey who has been so patiently waiting for you to get home."

With that, I straddled his face and began rubbing my cunt on his mouth. I was so turned on my pussy was dripping. Jesus, I was hot! I closed my eyes and thought of all the cocks that had just fucked me. All the cum that had been shot up into me. I felt so dirty, so nasty rubbing my slutty, just-fucked cunt on my husband's face. 

He began sucking my clit every time I rubbed it on his mouth. Gradually I got into a rhythm. First, I would drag my pussy up ontohis nose until it parted my pussy lips, then fuck myself down on it, letting it penetrate me. Then, I would drag my cunt back onto his mouth and grind it as his tongue fucked me, then back up to his nose again. I was literally fucking his face!

I began to think about the big guy, mister ten inches, who started me orgasming tonight. I imagined Mark sucking my clitty as his big, hairy cock pushed into me. God, I was so close! I began grinding on Mark's mouth, with both my hands on the headboard.

"That's it baby, suck out all those pussy juices, fuck me with your tongue. Fuck me baby!"

I had never talked to Mark like this in all our years of marriage. I really didn't care what he was thinking. I just wanted to use him, to fuck his face for my own pleasure.

Mark was now sticking his tongue as far up my hole as he could. Then I felt it! A wonderful warm feeling that radiated from my pussy to my asshole. Not the biggest cum I ever had – but so sweet! I was cumming, I was squirting! Girl cum was pulsing out of my cunt. I felt my vagina begin to spasm and I felt a thick glob of left-over cum being pushed out into Mark's mouth!

As this began happening, Mark tried to turn his head. Maybe he thought I was pissing him. I didn't care. I clamped my legs around his head and humped him even harder. I was determined to ride this cum out and not let my husband rob me of these feelings. I could feel his wet cheeks between my thighs. He was struggling, gasping for air. I stood stock still and waited for my cum to subside.

Finally, I dismounted my poor Mark. He was gasping for breath, but still afraid to say anything. I rolled over totally satisfied thinking to myself, 'See, how you like it, you prick!' 

As I drifted into a deep sleep, I felt the bed moving slightly as Mark quietly masturbated himself to orgasm beside me.

Continued in Chapter 8 



Used & Abused Ch. 08



Chapter 8. Rick's Roadhouse 

I didn't hear from Glenn or any his friends for over a week after the frat party. My relationship with my husband, Marc settled down after our torrid night of kinky sex and resumed a rather ho-hum pace. I was sore as hell after the party and wasn't really up to any fun and games, so I was glad not to hear from Glenn. 

By Wednesday of that week I realized that my "contract" with Glenn was more than half over. In a way, I was a little sad that my life was going to get back to normal pretty soon. I get the same kind of feelings by the half-way point of a vacation knowing that it is downhill from there, it's almost over.

Although our sex life was back to normal, there was a tension in the air between Marc and me. Whether it was his guilt at what he had done at the party (with me ironically), or MY guilt at what I had done, or our mutual guilt and embarrassment over the way I had dominated Marc in bed that night, I don't know. Marc was always the one to dance around an issue and never confront it and I was fine with that approach. If he was too embarrassed or too guilty to discuss something that was on his mind, that was ok with me! I was not anxious to "rock the boat".

On Wednesday afternoon, Glenn called me on my cell phone as I was getting into my car.

"Jes. Hi, it's me. Meet me at Rick's". He said as if I had no choice in the matter. 

I angrily clicked the phone shut and looked at my watch. Marc had sales meetings all week and diner was planned late for the rest of the week. I had plenty of time and nothing much to do. 

I had never been in Rick's Roadhouse Bar. It was a dive outside of town on the main road that was frequented by motorcycle types and rednecks. I would guess that half the population of our little town has to pass by Rick's at least once each day. I got into my car and realized I was headed out of town directly to Rick's. I laughed an ironic laugh to myself realizing that I just obeyed anything Glenn told me to do!

Since I didn't want my car to be seen parked outside, me being a teacher at the local high school, I had parked around the back. I knew however, that if you really looked as you passed by you, could see my car.

I walked into the place with a sexy air. I was wearing a cotton print dress, no stockings and a pair of cute, strappy sandals. I saw Glenn sitting at a booth and I could feel my pussy start to tingle. That never happened before! I slid into the booth and looked around to make sure no one recognized me.

"You are so hot!" Glenn said in a loud whisper.

"You called me." I said in a monotone, hoping he didn't smell my arousal over the cigarette smoke and stale beer.

"I missed fucking you, I had to see you." He said in a hoarse whisper. 

I looked into Glenn's wet, puppy dog eyes. Damn he was such a hot bad boy! I hated myself for being so attracted to him.

"What do you want me to do about it?" I shrugged, obviously egging him on, almost daring him. I knew where this was going to lead – to sex. Not "lovemaking" but hot sex, pure carnal coupling, like two dogs mating on a hot summer day.

Glenn stubbed out his cigarette and rose deliberately from the booth. His eyes burned into me like he could burn off my clothes and leave me sitting there naked and vulnerable.

He grabbed my arm. "Get up" he said, almost like I was his puppy dog. I complied, making sure I spread my legs and gave him a shot of my panties as I slid out of the booth. Glenn's eyes looked glazed. I felt a certain amount of control for the first time in our relationship. 

He pushed me roughly in front of me to the back of Rick's. It was the rear corridor where the bathrooms were.

He opened the door marked "Gents" and pushed me in. I don't think I had ever been in a men's room before. There were three urinals, each of them with ice in them. The place reeked of beer and urine. I wondered how often the guys missed the urinal and pissed on the floor. 

The floor. It was dark red and black vinyl tiles from the 1960s over uneven floor boards. The place was filthy! I could hear the faucet dripping and there were rust stains on the old porcelain sink.

Glenn put his hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes. "Get down and blow me."

Despite the fact that I was a respected teacher and wife, that this was a grungy dive of a bar, and that I was in the men's room where, at any minute, a man could walk in, a man who might know me or might even be the father of one of my students, I obeyed. 

I squatted down with my legs spread, my sundress hiked up and my sandled feet pointed outward. I unzipped Glenn's pants. I struggled to extract his now hard cock out of his tight jeans and shorts. 

Looking back, I realize that I had tunnel vision. All I saw was his crotch, and then his cock. I was mesmerized. I began stroking it lovingly with my hands and then began to lick and suck the big, angry red head of his penis. I did this as if it were the most natural thing in the world. It was if I existed only to blow young guys in filthy men's rooms.

My panties were getting so wet I could feel the cool dampness on my pussy as I squatted down in front of Glenn. I could swear that I could smell my arousal over the stench of the room. I could hear the glub, glub, glub, my mouth made as I increased the speed of my fellatio. I began rubbing my wet pussy through the thin gusset of my panties with my free hand, the hand with my wedding ring.

I heard Glenn begin to groan. I knew I was getting close. My eyes were closed and I concentrated on getting just a little more of his cock down my throat which each thrust. I felt Glenn's hands grab both sides of my head. I had to rest both of my hands on my thighs to keep from falling backward onto the filthy, piss-splashed floor.

As Glenn began rhythmically fucking my face, I heard the latch of the door open and someone step in and close the door behind him. Oh Shit! My heart began to pound harder in my chest. My clit began to swell and my cunt ached to be touched, but I didn't dare move my hands for fear of falling over.

Whoever just entered the room began to cup my breasts from behind. He had crouched down behind me. I felt his hot, beer scented breath on my cheek. He began to maul my tits as Glenn picked up the pace. I felt Glenn's cock begin to expand. He was big when erect, but now it seemed as if his cock was getting impossibly big. I had to force myself not to gag as he thrust harder and deeper into my throat. I was being face fucked! I was a slutty bathroom blow job whore being used! OH SHIT! I was so near – I needed to cum. I could feel it well up in my chest. I could feel my clit poking out of its hood, almost bursting!

The man mauling my breasts reached down between my outstretched legs. My cunt was on fire and the pouch of my panties was wringing wet. Ironically, I was embarrassed that he would find how wet my panties were! He roughly pushed aside the sticky fabric of my panties and his calloused hands searched for my clit. I felt Glenn starting to pulse in my mouth and prepared for a mouthful of hot sperm. 

"UGGGGH," Glenn groaned as the first spurt of hot sticky cum shot into the back of my throat. I had to swallow or choke. I swallowed. A second pulse of sperm filled my mouth, this time more than the first. I felt a ring of spunk around my lips as Glenn again thrust his hot cock into my throat. It was then that the stranger found my clit and violently began pinching it.

AHHHHHHH! I came! I came like there was no tomorrow. It was like someone threw a switch in my brain. I actually thought I would not stop cumming. Glenn was still fucking my face but I was oblivious. I was so consumed with my orgasm that I didn't care what was happening to me. Glenn pulsed two more times over my face and pushed me backward into the man behind me. Then he roughly grabbed my hair and held me steady so that I stayed in my squatting position. I was so weak from cumming that I would have fallen had Glenn not held me steady by my hair. I felt the stranger roughly come round my front. A short thick hairy cock was thrust into my face. My mouth opened almost automatically. Again I was face fucked, this time by some faceless man who happened to be using the toilet.

His cock was salty and smelled like a locker room. I loved it! I began to cum again. I felt Glenn holding my head from the rear so that this faceless man could use my mouth as if it were a pussy. With his free hand he opened the buttons of my sundress, fished my tits out of my bra and beginning slapping them hard.

SLAP! SLAP! His hand stung. The strange cock was thrusting mindlessly into my mouth. My cunt ached. I was nothing but a dirty little married whore to these two men! I started to cry and cum and the same time. I felt as if I couldn't breathe. I was loosing control of my body. They physical stimulation was too much. The pain, the pleasure the humiliation, the degradation. I felt myself begin to pee on the floor. My pee splashed onto my feet and sandals.

The cock in my mouth, although thick, was nowhere near as large as Glenn's. His balls were banging against my chin with each stroke. I felt first one finger, then another in my cunt. Glenn was frigging me. Oh God. I was close to exhaustion, but I started cumming again. I began praying that the cock in my mouth would finally cum. I put my arms around the man's hairy ass and began shamelessly pulling him into my mouth, urging him to fuck it, to cum.

Finally, he groaned and let out a torrent of cum into my mouth. He seemed intent on pulling it out and spraying my face and tits. It was over. He had cum. My eyes were stinging with his hot spunk. I heard him zip up and leave the room. Glenn roughly pushed me back onto the grimy floor. The door slammed again.

I was alone! There I was, alone on the floor of the men's toilet at Rick's Roadhouse. My dress was open, my tits hanging obscenely over my bra; cum was all over my face, my hair my tits. My naked pussy was lying on the filthy floor. I was lying in my own piss. I stopped my sobbing. I let my body relax and began to realize how degraded I was, how slutty I looked lying on the bathroom floor. One man had already come in and used me. I was a slut - a whore. My body was available to any man who wanted it. I began to feel my clit swell again. Almost absentmindedly I began rubbing my pussy. What a filthy slut I was! I reveled in how slutty and disgusting I had become. I was almost hoping that a man would come in while I was masturbating myself on the floor of this filthy toilet. 

To be continued.

Copyright © 2006



Used & Abused Ch. 09



In a sexual fog, I stumbled out of Rick's through the back corridor. My eyes hurt as I opened the back door and the bright sunlight glared off of the pebbles of the back parking lot. I was dripping with cum and my sundress was stained and disheveled. I was shivering with excitement even though it must have been about 80 degrees out.

I got into my car and started the engine. The sun had baked the interior of the car and it was hot, but I was too much in a hurry to open the windows or fiddle with the air conditioner. I just wanted to get out of there fast! I heard the pebbles thrown up by my tires as my car raced out of the parking lot and turned onto the main highway back into town.

As I watched Rick's Roadhouse fade in my rearview mirror, I breathed a sigh of relief. I turned on the radio. It was tuned to Marc's favorite country western station. I started tapping my fingers on the steering wheel and realized I was giggling nervously. My heart was pounding in my chest. It was as if I just pulled off a bank robbery. I felt so alive!

I realized that the car was beginning to smell like sex. It was hot, and I was dripping with cum and sweat. It was all over me and my dress. I put down all the windows and let the fresh air in. I realized I would have to make sure that the car didn't smell like this when Marc got in.

Without realizing it, my hand was up under my dress and started massaging my pussy. Oh my God I was such a slut! I couldn't believe what I was doing! 

By this time, I had pulled into the outskirts of town and was heading for the stoplight at Main Street. I stopped. The country western music was playing and all the windows were open, airing out the smell of sex and cum.

As I turned my head, I realized that a car had pulled up next to me. It was Mr. Johnson, the owner of the hardware store where Marc and I often shopped. He gave me a warm smile. My hand was frozen under my sun dress. Could he tell I was frigging myself? Could he tell I had just given two blow jobs in the filthy bathroom at Rick's? Was there cum on my face – in my hair?

I felt bold, sexy and alive. I gave Mr. Johnson a warm smile and resumed frigging my cunt. He blushed and nodded his head. As I stared him right in the eye, I pushed two fingers into my sopping wet cunt.

Oh my God, I started to cum right there! Mr. Johnson gave me a polite nod just as the light turned green. He turned right and proceeded down Main Street toward his store. I continued straight ahead, my finger berried in my twat, hoping I wouldn't crash as small aftershocks rocked my already sex-satiated body.

I don't know whether I was high or what, but I was feeling like I was supergirl! It was as if I was proud that I had become such a cum-slut and wanted everyone to know! Good little Jessie, everybody's favorite teacher and wife. If they only knew what a slut I was - if they only knew my secret. I felt powerful and strong. It was like I could do nothing wrong and nothing could touch me.

As I pulled into the driveway I looked for signs that Marc might be home. I check my face in the mirror. Sure enough, there was cum in my hair right next to my right ear. I grabbed a napkin and wiped off as best I could. Then I unashamedly stuck the napkin under my dress and wiped off my dripping cunt. I opened my purse and applied some lipstick and just a touch of blush and headed into the house still humming the country western song.

"Marc, are you home?" I yelled in a happy and playful voice.

"In here babe." came the monotone reply.

Mark was sitting at the dining room table with some work spread out. His back was to me and he barely turned to acknowledge me.

Now you would think I would be happy that he was preoccupied after what I had just done, not a half-hour before. But no, not little cum slut, blow job whore Jes!

"How's my big guy?" I said in a sexy voice as both my hands reached down Marc's chest in a sexy come-on. 

"Not now Jes" Marc wined, "I gotta finish this stuff up for work. Why don't you fix us something to eat?"

Marc twisted in his seat as my hands grabbed for his crotch and I began nibbling on his ear. I must have been nuts since just thirty minutes ago two guys came in my mouth and all over my face. But I was on a sex-high, I was brazen and I wanted more cock, even Marc's unremarkable one.

"What's the matter babe, too busy to play?" I said with a pout in my voice as I ran one of my hands around his crotch and the other into his shirt and started playing with his nipples.

Mark started giggling and so did I. He tilted his head back and looked up at me with a smile. I don't know what got into me. I started kissing him passionately, sticking my tongue down his throat. Was this a subconscious attempt at getting him to taste the cum of the two men I had just felated!

I was so hot I started rubbing my cunt against the edge of Marc's wooden chair, literally humping it through my dress. God I was hot. I wanted cock, and I wanted it NOW!

Our tongues intertwined. If Marc tasted anything funny he didn't say anything. I grabbed both of his nipples and twisted them hard.

"Ouch, Jes! Cut it out, will ya!"

I let go and glowered at him. "OK, I said with disappointment in my voice, "I can see you're not feeling too frisky. I'm going to take a shower before I start cooking diner. Can you wait until then?"

The truth is, I really didn't give a shit what Marc answered. Fuck him! He was never horny, the bastard.

"Yeah Jes, that would be perfect! I need about forty-five minutes more."

'Yeah, great you shithead!' I thought to myself, as I stomped up the stairs. My insides were twisted in knots. I was scared at what I had just done, how I had thrown my infidelity right in my husband's face. I couldn't believe that I tongue kissed him. I fucking frenched him with the stench of cum all over me. Shit, what an asshole I was!

I looked down at my dress and saw the wet stains running down the side. Oh Shit! Good thing Marc had been sitting down and facing the other way! 

I started stripping as soon as I got into the upstairs hall. I balled my dress, panties and bra into a ball and stuffed them down into the bottom of the hamper in the bathroom.

I turned on the water and the bathroom filled up with steam. I realized that I was shaking, why I didn't know. I wasn't THAT scared. I knew I had gotten away with it. But it was like I couldn't stop throwing it in Marc's face. Was I trying to get caught? 

I shivered as I stepped into the shower and let the hot water wash over me. 'Wash away all the cum' I was thinking, "Wash away my sins'

I think I was more frightened of ME than I was of anything else. I was becoming a different person and it was exciting me but scaring me at the same time. 

As I soaped up my breasts, I realized how much I needed some kind of sexual release. Again, my fingers found their way to my pussy and started rubbing. I eyed an impossibly thick bottle of shampoo in the corner of the shower. I took a gob of hair conditioner and crammed it up my cunt. Then I squatted in the shower and started working the shampoo bottle up my twat.

I could hear my breath become ragged. This is stupid, I was thinking, this is too big! I pushed harder. My clit began pushing into my pussy as I crammed the wide end of the bottle into me. 

Although I was feeling pain, I was also feeling the most incredible pressure! I began to re-live my afternoon at Rick's in my mind. I saw Glenn's cock in front of me, its thick, veiny maleness called to me. 

I squatted lower and pushed harder. The shampoo bottle slid in another inch and I could feel my nerves tingling like they were on fire. I had never felt like this before.

Pretty soon, my world telescoped down to that bottle and my pussy. I kept pushing and pushing and rubbed my clit furiously as I grabbed the neck of the bottle and pushed the oval bottom end up my cunt. I was stretched unmercilessly, beyond pain, beyond reason. I stopped frigging myself, squatted down as low as I could get in the shower, and began ramming the bottle up my cunt with two hands. 

I started hyperventilating, I could barely breathe. I was cumming but it was a cum I had never felt before. It was as if a warmth was radiating, glowing out of my womb and filling my entire body with mind-numbing pleasure. My eyeballs went up into my head and I began to cum and cum. I remember thinking, what would happen if Marc suddenly ripped aside the shower curtain and caught me in this disgusting position? That just made me cum harder. 

My face was beet red, the veins were popping out of my neck. I was cumming so hard my vision was blurry. And then there was the sight of this huge white shampoo bottle crammed up inside of me with only its thin, pump-neck obscenely sticking out of my cunt. 

I was squatting as if trying to give birth to this monster bottle! I remember thinking what I slut I must be to crave this, to give in to this obscene lust, to cram this disgusting object up my cunt until it crushed my cervix.

At that moment I was in both heaven and hell at the same time.

Continued in Chapter 10 



Used & Abused Ch. 10



Glen's After School Surprise

The next day, I was driving to school going over in my mind how my life had changed since Glen took those pictures of underage drinkers at our end-of-summer party. My 30-day subjugation to Glen would be over in just about a week. Then, Glen would have to destroy the incriminating photos that could get me fired from my high school teaching job, and probably arrested.

I thought back on the tasks that Glen put me through. I had orally serviced several of Glen's moron friends, some of them former high school students of mine. I had been gang-banged at Glen's college fraternity and had been fucked by my husband there even though he (and the other frat boys) didn't know my identity. I had been used and abused in a filthy men's toilet at a roadside bar on the outskirts of town and was orally raped by a stranger who walked in to pee.

My mind was spinning. I was glad my ordeal was almost over, but in a strange way, there was a sadness to it. In seven days I would no longer have the "excuse" that I was doing this to get the photos from Glen. After that happened, I would no longer have any reason to be Glen's slut, servicing him and any other man he commanded me to have sex with. To say I was feeling conflicted would be an understatement!

I began to wish that Glen would call me for some kinky assignment since I hadn't seen him in almost a week. Then I remembered that I was required to attend a dinner at school hosted by the vice-principal for the newer teachers, and my attendance was "mandatory".

As I was thinking on all these things, my phone rang.

"Hello, Jessie here."

"Hey!" an abrupt male voice responded. My heart leapt into my throat. It was Glen.

"I haven't heard from you in a while. When did you crawl out of your hole?" I said in an icy tone that disguised the tingling feeling I had between my legs.

"What's the matter sweet cheeks," Glen cooed in an evil voice. "miss my hard cock?"

"You disgust me!" I snorted into the phone as visions of Glen's magnificent penis appeared before my eyes.

"What are you doing tonight sweet cheeks?"

"I'm busy. I have to be at school until at least 10 PM."

"How interesting. Who are you fucking there? Or don't you know? Maybe you just give out tickets, bend over your lab desk and invite the faculty to take turns fucking you."

Now my pussy was getting wet, very wet. I hated Glen and his cocky, disgusting imagination, but there was no doubt that his words were having their desired effect.

"Listen," I said sarcastically. "I would love to chat with you Glen, but I'm on my way to school right now. What do you want?"

There was a long pause. My gut was wound tight like a spring. What did he want? What evil, kinky, mind blowing scheme had he cooked up for me now? I both dreaded and longed for his answer.

"Well sweet cheeks, being as our deal is up in a week and I AM a gentleman . . . "

"Ha!" I snorted into the phone as my heart beat out of my chest.

"I thought I would pick you up after your meeting tonight and we could, you know, party. You like to party don't you sweet cheeks?"

"I told you, I'm busy until 10 PM." 

"Great! I'll pick you up at school just after 10 PM."

"But . . ." I stammered, as I heard the click of Glen hanging up.

"Bastard," I screamed out loud. "You fucking bastard!"

It was damage control time! I had visions of the vice-principal and my colleagues from school seeing Glen pick me up. I needed to find some way to make an excuse for Marc since he knew that the meeting was over at 10 PM. There were a lot of things I had to take care of before the end of the day if I wanted this thirty-day ordeal to end quietly and without repercussions.

I pulled into my assigned parking space and shut off the engine. "Shit, shit, shit!" I yelled as I banged on the steering wheel. I took three deep breaths and let the quiet of the car envelope me.

I began making mental lists.

"First, I will call Marc at lunchtime and tell him that the vice-principal wants to meet with me after the dinner. Then, I will call Glen at 4 PM after his last class and tell him that I will meet him at the bar outside of town and not here at school. OK, I can do this." 

I thought to myself that I had made it for three weeks so far. Damn it, I can make it seven more days!

* * * * * * 

The day flew by. It didn't hurt that it was Friday! In no time the bell signaling the end of the last period rang. I hustled off to the teacher's lounge and met with some of the newer teachers who were sticking around for the vice-principal's dinner party. It was 4:45 PM and dinner was scheduled to start at 5:30 PM with cocktails and then some presentations. We all took turns in the women's restroom inside the teacher's lounge, checking our make-up and chatting. Some of the newer teachers actually brought a change of clothes! What did they think this was, the Waldorf?

The dinner was being held in the board room which was part of the administrative suite at our rather modern school building. We helped ourselves to wine and cheese that was set up on the side table in the board room and took our seats around the table. Shortly, Marian Smolen, the vice-principal called the meeting to order and Stephanie, the head of the guidance department gave a short presentation. I let my mind wander and found myself daydreaming rather than listening.

The talks dragged on for what seemed like forever. I was intrigued with Marian's outfit. It was rather racy for a vice-principal. She was wearing a fashionable, wool business suit but her long, shapely legs were quite visible since the skirt came up to the middle of her long, sexy thighs. I watched her prance in front of the board room in her sexy high heeled sandals. 

As I admired her womanly figure, I realized that she was not wearing a bra under her camisole. During the school day the buttons on her business suit were discretely fastened, but now, the jacket was flapping open and it was obvious that her ripe, mature tits were unconstrained under the thin lace camisole.

As I watched Ms. Smolen I began wishing that I wasn't so short and dumpy. This woman was at least forty and she was obviously a knock-out! I thought that maybe she felt intimidated by so many young, single women and she dressed this way just to show them that she was still in the running. 

As I looked around the room I studied the only two people who were not young women teachers. Arty Simon was new at our school but he wasn't young. He was thin as a scarecrow and balding. I couldn't look him in the face without being obsessed by the nose hairs that curled out of both nostrils! Uggh!

Then there was Steve Pruit the newest addition to our PE and coaching staff. Now there was a specimen of a man! Ruggedly handsome, square jaw finished off by just the hint of a cleft, Steve was lean, muscular and over six feet tall. There was no doubt that Steve was the heart throb of every woman in the school. It was disgusting how the young teachers hovered around him before the meeting, chirping like a flock of small birds.

I looked back at Ms. Smolen and began to suspect that maybe her open jacket was a ploy to get our new gym teacher to check her out. I looked back at Pruit. Sure enough, his eyes were following her breasts as they gently swayed underneath her camisole, first one nipple, then the other tracing circles that were visible every time her jacket opened.

I thought back to when vice-principal Smolen was first hired. There were rumors that she left a large school district on Long Island because of some kind of indiscretion. According to one version, some students of hers were parking late at night when they observed her in a nearby parked car engaging in some kind of illicit sexual activity which culminated in public urination.

The stories were vague and hardly believable but they did taint her with an air of mystery and sexuality. One thing was clear; Ms. Smolen left a very lucrative and desirable job for what must have been a much lower paying one. 

Notwithstanding these rumors, her behavior for the last 2 years was exemplary and there was not even a hint of any indiscretion. I thought to myself how shameful it is the way unmarried women who are and not afraid of their sexuality quickly become the grist for the gossip mills!

I awoke from my daydreaming by polite applause around the board room table. The remarks were apparently at an end and the catered meal was being wheeled in by our competent cafeteria staff, hair nets and all. I was amused as these old biddies fussed over Mr. Pruit like he was some sort of celebrity. 

The dinner was uneventful, and after a few remarks, vice-principal Smolen thanked the assembled teachers for their time, wished them a good year and brought the meeting to a close. I could feel my heart beating as I thought of Glen waiting for me at the roadhouse and Marc sitting home wondering how long I would be out. 

I glanced at the clock on the wall and realized that Ms. Smolen had managed to finish off the night early - it was only 9:15 PM. I had called Marc at lunch and told him that the evening would end after 10:00 PM. I also warned him that I would be meeting with the vice-principal afterward and that he shouldn't wait up. I also knew that he was probably sitting in front of the boob tube watching the Spike channel and would no doubt be up when I got home. I reminded myself that I had only seven more days and screwed up my courage.

"Ms Bonham and Mr. Pruit?" 

I jerked my head up and saw Ms. Smolen looking up from a stack of papers over her glasses as the other teachers hurried out of the room. Shit, what now!

"I do want a word with you both before you leave, so could you please stay for just a few minutes after the others leave?"

I could tell by Ms. Smolen's tone of voice that this was definitely NOT an invitation – it was a command and I knew immediately that something was up. Thoughts began cascading in my head. Had word gotten out about some of the things I did with Glen? Had the man that used me in the toilet at Rick's recognized me?

My heart was beating against my breast and my face was getting hot. The tops of my ears were burning and there was no doubt that my face was getting red. Steve Pruit gave me a gentle nod and a smile. I was uncomfortable. 

"Gee, it's hot in here isn't it?" I said to Steve but really to nobody.

A grin spread across Steve's rugged jaw. He said nothing. His eyes sparkled! God that man is handsome! I began to feel very self-conscious. Why didn't I bring a change of clothes like some of the newer teachers had? I had on my same old jumper and white blouse which I must have worn a hundred times before. I need to freshen up my wardrobe. 

That's when I heard it, that unmistakable voice.

"Hey babe!" 

My head shot around as if I were slapped across the face. It was Glen! He was walking in the room with that swagger of his - strutting in the door as if everyone could tell that he had a thick, eight inch cock in those tight jeans of his!

I was mortified! He came to my SCHOOL! In front of my vice-principal - my BOSS. I was done for, ruined! 

Glen sauntered right past me as if I didn't exist! I realized that he was not talking to me. I followed his eyes and saw Ms. Smolen's face brighten into a sunny grin.

"Glen, darling, you're here. Perfect timing!"

Ignoring me, Glen sauntered up to Ms. Smolen, took her into his arms and began kissing her passionately. I practically fainted as I saw their tongues dueling unashamedly in each other's mouth. I watched with rising jealousy as Glen's hand began to ride up into Ms. Smolen's jacket and caress her swollen breast. As they kissed, he began gently pulling on her right nipple which had quickly hardened through the silk of her camisole into the shape of an eraser. 

I must tell you that this was truly an out of body experience for me. I could not feel my feet on the floor. There was a ringing in my ears as I stared at this young stud, my Glen, mauling the teats of my 40-plus year old vice-principal right in front of my eyes! The blood was pounding up into my brain as I realized that just minutes ago, this room was filled with my fellow teachers. Now, the man who owned my body, the man who turned me into an unabashed cum-slut, was feeling up my boss and fucking her mouth with his tongue as she moaned like a slut. I truly thought that I was about to pass out. Nothing was making any sense. My knees began to weaken and I began to shake as I watched them.

At that moment, I felt two strong arms envelope my waist from behind. A distinct hardness pressed up against my buttocks. It was Mr. Pruit, the new gym teacher. I smelt his masculine cologne as he began to nuzzle my neck. I felt myself melt into him in total surrender as he began kissing my earlobe.

I'm sure all this happened in less than a five seconds, but it felt like hours. Everything was happening in slow motion at the time. 

Finally, Glen and Marian separated and stared at me with a shared look of amusement. For some strange reason, I felt self-conscious. Here I was, in front of my boss, the vice-principal of my school, as the new gym teacher was grinding his obviously hard penis into my tush! My face went beet red and my ears were now so hot they were smoking!

"So Glen, tonight you will put your little married slut through her paces for me?" Ms. Smolen said in a voice husky with desire.

"Oh, baby," hissed Glen as he continued his assault on the vice-principal's nipple, "you won't believe what that little slut will do for me."

A deep chuckle rose up in Marian Smolen's throat as she hiked herself up onto the edge of the board room table in front of me. I watched as her wool skirt rode up high above the tops of her hold-up stockings and revealed that she was wearing a garter belt underneath. As she lifted her high-heeled sandals onto the shiny table top, she began to spread her legs obscenely. 

I felt Mr. Pruit's hands begin to weigh my breasts as I stared transfixed at Ms. Smolen's panty-less crotch. She slowly opened up her legs, revealing to my riveted eyes, the ripest, peach-like shaved pussy I had ever seen!

She smirked at me knowingly that I was unable to divert my gaze from her swollen pussy. Both her hands were now between her legs and her skirt was bunched up around her waist. She began to obscenely spread the lips of her ripe, mature pussy, revealing the glistening moisture within.

As she did this, she sensuously threw back her head and shook her unfastened mane of chestnut hair. Glen leaned into her and again began to kiss her again as she unashamedly stroked her engorged pussy lips before my eyes.

As they broke their sensuous kiss, Ms. Smolen's eyes sparkled as she looked at me.

"Make her lick my pussy Glen." She said in a wicked voice. 

"I want you to put her through her paces. I want you to let me use her like the little slut that she is!" 

Glen leered at me through heavy, lidded eyes as Steve began to slowly undress me. 

"Worship her pussy my little slut. Make her cum for me." 

I felt Mr. Pruit's hands gently but firmly pushing me down to Ms. Smolen's glistening pussy. Too shocked to say or do anything, I began to comply with their command like a lamb being led to the slaughter.

Continued in Chapter 11 



Used & Abused Ch. 11



As I was watched the vice-principal's obscene display, I realized that Pruit had unfastened my jumper, opened my blouse and unfastened my bra. My pert little tits were shamefully exposed to all in the room. I could smell Ms. Smolen's arousal as she shameless rubbed her bald pussy and I knew that it was turning me on.

I felt Mr. Pruit's hands roughly grab my two nipples and pull them down towards the table. My tits were stretched to the breaking point as I lowered myself into the vice-principal's crotch. I was too ashamed to look her in the eyes, so I just fixed my gaze at her ripe pussy. 

How was it that I came to be in this predicament?  Just a few minutes before, I was with about 20 of my school's younger teachers in this very room. As they all left, Ms. Smolen had asked me and Steve Pruit, to stay behind.

Now, I was being forced by Glen to commit all kinds of perverse acts on my boss as Mr. Pruit assisted, forcing my head down into her lap. I remember thinking that I had never experimented sexually with another woman and how embarrassed I was that the handsome new gym teacher, Steve Pruit, would be a witness to my shame!

I closed my eyes and let the scent of Ms. Smolen's pussy guide me. I still remember her scent – pungent, sexual and wet! I knew that odor intimately since it was similar to my own smell when I get aroused. My lips found her smooth cunt. I began licking it like I was a mother cat cleaning her kitten. I heard Smolen moan and felt her mounting urgency as she bucked up her hips ever-so-slightly, urging my lips on.

I ran my tongue up her slit. When I reached the top, I forced the tip of my tongue under her clit-hood. I was becoming excited. My eyes were closed - shutting, off everything else in that room, including Glen and Steve Pruit. I was concentrating only at the task at hand, pleasuring Marian Smolen. I pushed my hands under her soft thighs and spread her legs further with my forearms. I could tell that her high-heeled sandals were now dangling just off the top of the board room table and her steaming pussy was pouting open under my assaulting mouth.

As I spread her legs, I roughly dove into her cunt, literally fucking her with my tongue. Her moans became even more insistent and her moisture turned into a slimy wetness that coated my cheeks. Although I had never eaten a woman's pussy before, I had dreamed of how I wanted it done to me many times. 

I began thinking about how Glen had not called me for over a week and how Ms. Smolen must have stolen his attention from me. Now it was my turn to show this middle-aged cow how it feels when a real woman makes love to her! At that moment I lusted to be the hottest lover Glen ever witnessed. I wanted to pull orgasm after orgasm out of Smolen's body until she was a helpless mass of jelly puddled at Glen's feet. 

Yes, she was my boss, she was the vice-principal of my school, but tonight she would be my slut and it would be plain little Ms. Bonham who would make her cum until she begged me to stop – and then begged me never to stop!

I opened my eyes. Her pussy lips opened like a flower in front of my face; they were engorged, wet, slippery and hot! My entire head and shoulders were moving, licking her, lapping her, stroking her, fucking her moist hole. As soon as she got used to one rhythm and began humping my face, I changed. First her pussy lips, then her sticky hole, then her clit, then her clit hood that I sucked deep into my mouth. Always changing, always looking for another sensation to send electric shocks up her spine. I worked like a women possessed! 

I pushed her legs up and out so that she was obscenely splayed in front of me like a turkey waiting to be stuffed! Her cunt gaped open like a mouth pleading for pleasure. I gazed up at her face. Marian's eyes were slits, her face and neck were blush-red and mottled and her breathing was ragged. I defiantly fixed her gaze as my hands reached up to gather her mature breasts, spreading her creamy thighs even further. The smell of the vice-principal's sex filled the large board room.

I continued to brazenly stare into her eyes as I flicked her clit with my tongue. Without warning, I roughly grabbed hold of her eraser-like nipples and tugged at them as I sucked her clit down my throat. That was it. Ms. Smolen went into her first orgasm. Because of my arms and shoulders pinning up her legs, she had no choice but to cum in my mouth – and she came hard!

"OOOOFFF! OOOOFFF! AHHH!"

She grunted obscenely as she came, a thin nectar of female cum pooling in my mouth. Her stomach muscles rippled and she arched her back, presenting her sweet asshole to my gaze. Knowing that her clit was far too sensitive to lick, I began attacking her now slick asshole with my tongue. Simultaneously, my nose began fucking her cunt hole like a little prick. Her eyes rolled back into her head and another orgasm hit her! This time I could feel her cunt pulsing with her orgasm as her rosebud clamped down on my tongue. It was then that I heard it - a litany of the foulest words. 

"Cum, you fucking slut. Cum in my mouth you cock-sucking whore. You filthy cum-slut!"

It was me, cursing at my boss, calling her every name in the book as I alternated between cursing and licking her from her asshole to her clit. I was like a mad woman, directing every once of energy I had to tongue-fucking this mature woman who was splayed out in front of me like a trussed-up pig.

It was about this time that I realized that someone had flipped up my jumper, moved my panties to the side and was preparing to fuck me. I assumed it was Steve Pruit, but at that point I really didn't care. The first thrust knocked the breath out of me. A pair of strong hands grabbed my hips. I could feel him bend his knees to get some purchase and then fuck into me like I was a bitch in heat.

I laid my head on Marian's shaved pussy mound and closed my eyes. The pungent smell of her arousal made me even hotter as I began pushing back at the cock fucking me. I could hear the slurping sound of my pussy as the cock assaulted it. The room echoed with the solitary slapping sound of hard male hips against wet female crotch.  The sounds and smells of unbridled, promiscuous sex were swirling in my head.

I usually don't cum by being fucked unless I rub my clit, but this time I could feel my toes start to curl and my orgasm began welling up inside my belly like a spring. The sights, the smells and the sounds began to cascade into a cacophony of sensations as that cock pounded me with animal intensity. I heard my voice croak as each pounding slap knocked the breath out of me:

"Oh, my God, Fuck me! FUUUCCCK MEEEEE!" 

The slapping sound of our mating grew even more pronounced as I felt his balls swing up against my clit with each thrust. My vision was blurry. I was in another world. I saw Smolen's lips move then I heard her voice:

"Fuck the little whore, fuck the bitch! That's it, she likes it rough. Fuck her cunt hard!"

Marian spat out the words like she was a demon! She grabbed my hair and yanked my head up as I gently cradled her tits in my two hands. She forced me to look into her eyes as I was pounded from behind. My eyes were unfocused and all I could do was dumbly look at her as she abused me. She gave me a look of contempt and spit right into my face, aiming for my mouth.

I was shocked into a boiling anger so intense I thought I was going to burst.

"You cunt! You dirty bitch!" I yelled as I squirmed between her thighs. But her grip on my hair was too tight.

"Phewit" she spit at me again with contempt. Instinctively, I spit back at her. She slapped my face hard. Whoever was fucking me began to slap my ass hard. Then it happened. I came like a freight train!

"OHHH SHIT! I yelled as the orgasm ripped through my body. My eyes rolled up into my head and I think I must have passed out for just a few seconds.  * * * * *

When I regained my senses, I heard Ms. Smolen's authoritative voice calling out orders:

"That's it Pruit, up on the table – onto your back. Get the little cowgirl on top, I want her to never forget the fucking ride she is going to get tonight!"

Though my half-closed eyes, I saw Steve Pruit naked, climbing onto the table where Marian Smolen was just laying. I noticed the shiny wet spot at the end of the table where her pussy had just been. Realizing that Mr. Pruit was now naked in front of me, I glanced curiously to see what his cock looked like. I almost fainted!

Pruit's cock was not big, in fact, it looked small. It had a conical shape like a pine cone. The circumcised head looked way too small for the body of the cock. It was perched on top of a short cone-shaped penis about the size and girth of a coke can. But what Steve Pruit didn't have in length, he made up in thickness. I was amazed at how his narrow cock-head sat on his short, squat, hairy stub of a penis! I wondered what it would feel like as Pruit stuffed the last few inches of his thick, tapered cock into a girl's pussy. 

I must admit that I was in a daze as I stood there waiting for Mr. Pruit to obey the vice-principal's orders. Aside from his ugly, almost deformed cock, Pruit was quite handsome and had a tanned, ripped body that you would expect from a young, gym instructor. I watched as he rolled on his back and his stubby cock pointed at the ceiling like an artillery shell. 

"Get the slut mounted on 'little stubby'" Smolen ordered.

Little stubby! I began to giggle. I would never be able to look at Pruit again without thinking of "little stubby".

Glen pushed me up onto the table and I dutifully crawled between, and then over Pruit's legs, and poised myself nervously over his stubby cock. Then I looked down at his face. His blue eyes sparkled. Wow, this guy is handsome! If you didn't look at his cock, you would think he was a god!

"Wait until you feel this thing you little slut." Ms. Smolen intoned.

Marian had taken hold of Pruit's stubby cock and was rubbing it against my parted pussy lips. I could feel Pruit gently raising his hips to get some of it into me, but I kept myself just high enough so that only the cock-head parted the lips of my cunt. I could hear the slurping sound my leaking pussy made as Smolen roughly rubbed Pruit's dick back and forth along my wet slit, making sure to tease my clit with each stroke.

As I felt Glen's strong arms encircle my waist, Smolen gave both men a wicked nod. Simultaneously, Glen pushed down on my waist and Pruit heaved his ass up. I was impaled with one movement onto Purit's thick cock. It bottomed out and I felt my pussy lips stretch impossibly even though there seemed to be nothing up in the depths of my cunt. As, I gasped in pleasure and pain, I heard Smolen's wicked laugh.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it sweetie. I hope there's enough room in there for two though!"

Glen held me in his muscular arms as Pruit fucked up at my cunt with his blunt weapon. I gazed down at Pruit's handsome face, the thick sinews in his neck straining as he pounded upward, overwhelmed with blind lust - lust for me! I thought of how all the other female teachers were fawning over him just a short while ago in this very room. A sense of pride came over me. It was me, Jessie, who he had chosen to fuck. It was my cunt that was being stretched to the limit as the last, thick inch of his cock spread my poor pussy lips to the breaking point.

Glen released his grasp around my waist only to push me down onto Pruit with a strong hand on my back. I felt someone separate my ass cheeks. I knew it was Ms. Smolen since I felt her long nails digging into the fleshy globes of my ass. I heard her spit and felt the wetness on my asshole as the cool air chilled it to a hardened knot of flesh.

A digit roughly prodded my nether hole. Every time Pruit would thrust up, the finger would massage his engorged cock through the thin membrane separating both canals.

"That's enough prep." Smolen announced as she wiped her finger on my ass cheeks.

"Now its time for our little married slut to experience two cocks at once. Glen, mount the little whore and dog-fuck her ass like the little bitch that she is!"

Glen's warm hand left my back as he bounded up onto the large boardroom table. He stood over me with his feet flat on its polished top. I felt him crouch down as his hard, muscular thighs pressed against my hips. Then I felt the bulbous head of his beautiful cock begin to probe at my exposed and upturned asshole. 

I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, expecting the worst.

Continued in Chapter 12



Used & Abused Ch. 12



Glen's warm hand left my back as he bounded up onto the large boardroom table. He stood over me with his bare feet flat on its polished top. I felt him crouch down as his hard, muscular thighs pressed against my hips. Then I felt the bulbous head of his beautiful cock begin to probe at my exposed and upturned asshole. 

I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, expecting the worst. Marian held my chin in her hand and gazed into my eyes. I was shaking with anticipation and lust. Her face drifted closer to mine. I felt pressure on my sphincter from Glen's cock-head as Mr. Pruit lay motionless underneath me.

Marian began kissing me, tentatively at first. I was a bundle of conflicting emotions. I had never kissed a woman in a sexual way before. Not only that, but Ms. Smolen had just minutes before been physically and emotionally abusive to me, spitting at me and calling me a slut and a whore. The fact that she was the school vice-principal and my boss made me even more apprehensive.

As she began kissing me more passionately, she held my head in her two hands. Glen pushed slowly and inexorably. My asshole relaxed and I slowly began to open to him. Marian's tongue snaked into my mouth and her hands gently cradled my head stroking my hair. Slowly, she disengaged from our passionate kissing. I longed for her kisses and opened my eyes in confusion. I saw her face, her eyes blazing with lust, staring at me, a cruel grin on her face.

"Give it to her! Fuck the slut!

She grasped my hair firmly as both men pushed into me, Pruit from underneath and Glen on top. I felt as if a telephone pole was jammed up inside of me! My eyes must have widened in shock, then in pain. Marian again kissed me but I could not kiss back. The sensations were too much, as I groaned into Marian Smolen's mouth.

Again her tongue slithered into my mouth which by now was wide open in a silent scream. That seemed to calm me. I felt both men begin to get a rhythm, first Glen in my ass and then Pruit in my pussy. The sensations suddenly began to feel pleasurable as each man alternated fucking me; one cock entering me as the next cock vacated my other hole.

Gradually, I began to feel the familiar sensations of a building orgasm. I thought about my predicament. I was naked on the high school board room's conference table. The new gym teacher, the heart-throb of all the female teachers, was on his back, fucking me with his thick, deformed cock in my pussy. My boyfriend, Glen, was fucking me in the ass, taking my anal cherry for the first time. My boss and the school's vice principal, Marian Smolen, was holding my head in her hands and leering at me, reveling in my slutty behavior and her obscene opportunity to witness it first hand - up front and personal.

As the sensations built up in my body, my vision again became blurry. Ms. Smolen's face, just inches from mine, was going in and out of focus. I could hear myself grunting like a sex-pig, urging the two men fucking me to use me like a slut. Marian was still forcibly holding my head by my pony tail and smiling at me wickedly.

I saw her lips move. Her voice was like a snake hissing at me:

"You dirty married slut! You cheating little pig of a whore. Look at you, you obscene slut! Being fucked like the bitch you are! Your husband sure would be proud of you if he could see what you've become, you little cum-slut." 

"Two cocks, my little cum-slut! Two cocks fucking your two holes! You little whore – you are an insatiable slut!"

My mind was in another place. I was totally helpless to control my thoughts. 'Yes,' I thought, 'I am a slut. I am a little married whore.' I felt so ashamed, so open, and so vulnerable. For a split second I thought of my poor, unsuspecting husband, sitting home in front of our TV waiting for me to return home and even more shame and disgust welled up inside of me.

Yet, notwithstanding my shame and disgust, my orgasm was steadily building and I couldn't, no I wouldn't, stop thrusting back on the two cocks that were using me as their little fuck-doll. I heard Smolen cackle as she grabbed my head with two hands, squeezing my cheeks together.

"Open your mouth, you little slut! OPEN UP!"

I obeyed the vice principal's command and opened my mouth as if to receive yet another cock. She spit obscenely into my mouth. At this point, I didn't care how much she abused me. In fact, I secretly wanted to be degraded by her. I wanted her to prove to me how low I was, what a slut I had become. At that moment, nothing could be too extreme for me to accept now that she knew; now that they all knew - Ms. Smolen, Mr. Pruit, the whole school for all I was aware. I was a shameless married slut, willing to be used by any man or woman who glanced my way. I was a sex-pig, a human dishrag, to be used and discarded like an old tissue.

"Together boys, fuck her together. Fill her with cock till it comes out her throat. FUCK THE LITTLE WHORE TILL SHE BLEEDS!"

Ms. Smolen was yelling like a bitch. I felt two of her fingers in my mouth and I began sucking on them as she thrust them roughly into my opened mouth. The bitch was finger-fucking my mouth as I was being ass and pussy fucked by two huge cocks!

Then I felt it. The orgasm was building in my toes as well as in my nipples as they rubbed against Mr. Pruit's hairy chest. It spread slowly, as if in slow motion. I wanted to spit out Smolen's fingers and cry out in lust. I wanted to urge the two men to fuck me harder, to use me like their bitch! 

I felt Ms. Smolen release my head. Her fingers left my mouth. Now I could concentrate! I could concentrate on my building cum! I looked down at Steve Pruit's handsome face. His brown eyes were wide with lust as he fucked up into me. I felt Glen grab my pony tail as he rode me like a rodeo rider, thrusting his cock into my willing asshole as he grunted like an animal.

My orgasm was building. I could feel it like electricity - first connecting my two nipples and, at the same time, building from my toes and advancing up my calves. I thrust back even harder on the two cocks fucking me. Oblivious now to everything in the room, the only thing that mattered was my orgasm. It was like I was riding on a galloping chestnut steed that was propelling me toward an orgasm that was just out of my reach. 

Despite Glen's hold on my pony tail, I pulled my chin down and stared at Mr. Pruit, hoping that the realization that I was fucking this hunk would trigger my orgasm. I could feel the invisible electrical string connecting my nipples tingle as the orgasm built-up in my chest. My toes were curling and I was waiting for that delicious moment when the lightning bolts would launch from my toes and my nipples and strike together like a thunderclap, in unison, at my clit.

I closed my eyes for a brief moment to concentrate on these collecting sensations, hoping against hope that my orgasm would launch and send me into orbit. I tried to concentrate on the two cocks, separated only by a thin membrane, now thrusting together into my body, filling me deliciously and then leaving me empty, only to thrust into me again with a renewed passion.

As I opened my eyes I looked down again at Mr. Pruit. I was startled to see that his eyes were gazing up and back toward the remainder of the board table. He had a look of apprehension on his face. I was puzzled, and for a moment forgot about my struggle to reach my orgasm. 

I followed Mr. Pruit's gaze up as Glen tugged at my hair, pulling my head parallel with the smooth surface of the board table. There in front of me I saw what had captured Pruit's interest. Ms. Smolen was standing on the table in front of the three of us. I will never forget that erotic sight as long as I live! She was naked except for her high-heeled sandals, black hold-up stockings, garter belt and see through camisole. Here knees were bent and she was holding open the puffy, distended lips of her shaved pussy. At first I thought she was frigging herself as she watched the two men use me as their fuck-doll. 

My eyes briefly focused on her impossibly swollen clit. Then I heard her grunt as she bent her knees obscenely and pulled apart her pussy lips. With a maniacal grin, she looked into my eyes and spoke:

"Take this you little piss-slut whore!"

A stream of hot, steaming piss arched out of her distended pussy and splashed over my face, dripping on Steve Pruit as it cascaded off me. As the she peed on my face she hissed:

"Open that slut mouth of yours, you little cum-slut! Drink my piss you whore!"

Inexplicably, I opened my mouth, obeying her degenerate and obscene command. Piss splashed over my face and hair. I began to sputter, but the two men never stopped fucking me.

I was now totally and utterly degraded. Fucked, spit upon, pissed upon, called every degenerate name by my superior. My ego was smashed. All that was left was my orgasm now building to an incredible crescendo. The room now smelled like a whore-house bathroom and I was the star, right in the center. 

I looked down and saw Mr. Pruit. His eyes were closed and his face wet with Marian Smolen's piss. He was grunting as he fucked up into me. He too was her sex toy, hers to use and abuse. My heart opened to this handsome man under me who, in a sense, had suffered my fate as well. I began to furiously kiss him like a woman on fire. Our tongues met and despite the taste of Marion's pungent piss, we kissed away each other's shame.

Then lighting struck! I felt like I was being electrocuted as wave after wave traveled the length of my body to my clit and then bounced back to my furthest extremities. I ground down onto Steve Pruit's cone-shaped cock and stretched my pussy on its last inch as if I were giving birth. The bottom of his cock was so thick that my clit was pushed down into my cunt, an effort that I assisted trying to put out the flames of my lust. 

I couldn't breath - I was gasping for breath. My two holes were full and I could feel two pairs of balls pressing up into me, as if both men were trying to crawl inside me! As my orgasm subsided I felt Glen's huge organ swell even larger and then begin to pulse. One, two, three – his hot cum coursed into my bowels, flooding me with his nectar and quenching my sexual hunger. Just a second later I felt Steve Pruit's cock spraying its seed along the inside walls of my pussy as if it were a fountain, the thick plug of his cock sealing off any escape of his essential fluids.

This flood of male fluids began a wave of small aftershocks in my pussy. I felt my womb clench as my sphincter muscle tried to expel Glen's cock from my ass. I was a puddle – a formless lump of melted Jell-O. I was exhausted and couldn't move a muscle. Moreover, since I was sandwiched between two strong men and skewered on their two cocks like a stuck pig, I was physically immobilized.

From my vulnerable position, I heard the "click, click, click" of Marian Smolen's heels on the polished board room table. She bent over and displayed her pussy and asshole to me as she picked up the receiver of the phone sitting askew at the other end of the table.

"Clem. Marian Smolen. We need a clean-up here in the boardroom. Bring the mop and bucket, will you. And hurry!"

Despite my total lethargy, my near death physical condition, my heart began to beat quickly and I began to squirm between the two men. Clem was the old black janitor who had worked at our school for over 30 years. Tall, gangling and soft spoken, he was a fixture at the school and was known and loved by everyone. He always wore the same dark green work pants and shirt and a matching baseball cap. He always had a gentle smile for every teacher and would be sure to go out of his way if we ever needed anything.

That bitch Marion Smolen had called Clem up to the boardroom so that he could be a witness my shame! She wanted him to see me stark naked, with cum dripping out of both of my holes and stinking of her piss! He would now know that smiling Mrs. Bonham, little goody two shoes, is an unadulterated slut and a whore.

I must have turned a bright red. I could feel Glen's grip on my pony tail tighten as if to warn me that I shouldn't move, that it's not over yet; that my shame is just beginning! 

I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Yet inexplicably, amid my shame and degradation, I was turned on! I was ready for more! If the school basketball team had entered the room I would have rolled over, spread my legs and invited them all to fuck me right there! I had become an insatiable slut. I couldn't deny it any longer. The prim Jessica Bonham that had once been me had disappeared and a voracious, sexually insatiable woman had taken her place.

I watched in a stupor as Marian Smolen slid off the table, strutting half-naked around the room. She grabbed her smart wool skirt and began to put it on. Then she quickly threw her suit jacket over her shoulders. In seconds, she turned from a half-naked piss-slut to a demure vice-principal, while I was still lying like a stuck pig on top of the boardroom table stinking of piss and with two quickly deflating cocks in each of my holes.

I stopped struggling and became resigned to my fate. It was as if I was high on drugs; the sex, the shame, the degradation was mind-numbing. I heard the door open and the squeak of the mop-bucket as it was wheeled into the room.

"Oh, oh, oh. Tsk, tsk. What have we hear Missy Marian. My, but you folks have made a mess of this here board room. My, my! Lookie here! Dat you Miss Jessie? Oh, my! Just look at you little girl!"

I was so mortified I could have died! I felt so small I could have been an ant. Clem had wheeled his bucket right up to the edge of the boardroom table. His eyes were bloodshot and his work clothes were soiled and wrinkled and reeking of sweat. He peered closely at me as he leaned on the mop, wrinkling up his nose at the obvious smell of urine and cum. His green cap was slightly askew as he pushed the brim up and slowly scratched his bald head.

Glen stood up over me. As his cock left my asshole you could hear a distinct plopping sound as a river of cum ran out and down over Pruit's balls. I could feel a blast of cold air invade my gaping asshole.

"Let me help you up Miss Jessie. My, but just look at you missy."

Clem extended his black calloused hand toward me. Then he noticed that the new gym teacher, Steve Pruit, was lying under me, his hair drenched in a puddle of Marian Smolen's piss.

Clem pulled back his hand. His bloodshot eyes widened at the sight of the two of us on top of the boardroom table. He scrunched up his nose as the smell of urine wafted up from our sweaty bodies.

"You white folk sure are sumptin! Old Clem has seen a lot of strange shit in his day but I ain't never seen anything like this. Hot damn! Never!"

I heard Marian Smolen chuckle from the other side of the table. I was mortified. I never felt so low in all my life.

"Clem, you ever get a blow job from one of our teachers?" asked the vice-principal in a crude but authoritative voice.

Clem's eyes left mine and looked over to where Ms. Smolen was standing.

"Can't say that I have now, Miss Marian, can't say that I have." 

A smile slowly crept over Clem's face. As his eyes returned to my naked and exposed body, he began to ravage me with leering eyes. I watched dumbfounded as he subconsciously pulled at the lump forming in the crotch of his stained work pants.

Continued in Chapter 13



Used & Abused Ch. 13



Glen began to tenderly lift me off of Mr. Pruit as Clem continued to stare at me. Mr. Pruit looked dazed and embarrassed as he shook himself and raised himself on his forearms.

"Before you go downstairs and clean-up, I need your help with Clem. You know how he is!" barked the vice-principal in a no-nonsense voice.

I was confused. What help would she need from Steve Pruit with old Clem? She had already offered me to the old janitor. Glen was helping me off the table top and, noticing my confusion, whispered in my ear.

"Clem only gets hard when he gets sucked-off by a man. Marian uses Pruit as her "fluff-boy"."

Fluff-boy! Now I was really confused! I looked at Mr. Pruit's handsome face. He was obviously embarrassed and avoided looking me in the eyes.

By this time, Clem had dropped his green work pants to the floor and stepped out of their baggy legs. He was now wearing only his cap, green work shirt and a pair of work boots. I could see immediately that Clem did not bother wearing underwear. Or maybe he knew what was going on and just came up here prepared for action!

Curious, I gazed at Clem's crotch. WOW! His cock was like one of those big ropes they use to tie-up a cruise ship to the dock! It was black as coal and surrounded by a frizzy grey stubble of pubic hair. The "rope" hung down loose and heavy and seemed to almost reach Clem's knees! I wondered where this old man would get enough blood to fill up a cock that long? Could he even get it hard? 

Marian Smolen was also looking at Clem's huge penis. Her expression was a mixture of pure sexual desire and frustration. You didn't need a roadmap to know that Marian Smolen wanted the big black cock stuffed up her twat!

"Get to work Pruit, make it hard!"

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Clem was standing there naked from the waist down. If he wasn't so black, I'm sure he would have been blushing. He was kind of shuffling his feet and avoiding my stares.

"Old Clem don't get as hard as he used to no mo!" He mumbled to no one in particular

"You fucking queer, you get hard enough as long as it's a man that's sucking your cock!" the vice-principal remarked in a cutting voice.

By this time Steve Pruit had scooted forward on his knees and grabbed Clem's swinging rope in both hands. He bent the long penis up, pulled back Clem's uncircumcised foreskin and forced the huge piece of meat into his open mouth. I was totally shocked; not at the purple, plum-sized head that popped out as the foreskin was rolled back, but at handsome, masculine Steven Pruit on his knees naked, taking the cock of our school's old black janitor into his young mouth. Now I had seen everything. Was Pruit gay? Or did Smolen have some kind of evil hold over him? Whichever, I stood transfixed watching this obscene and embarrassing spectacle!

"What are you looking at you little slut?"

Smolen's voice roused me out of my stunned reveries. 

"The nigger likes his ass licked while he gets his cock sucked! Get to work you little slut. I don't have all day!"

For some reason, I scurried next to Pruit on my knees and knelt behind Clem without question. The vice-principal had given me an order and I automatically responded as if by rote. I noticed that Clem's cock was getting more engorged with blood but was certainly not what you would call "erect". Pruit was now licking and kissing up and down its mammoth length, making sure to include Clem's huge ball sack in his ministrations.

"Spread those ass cheeks and get to work Ms. Bonham!"

I knelt squarely behind Clem. For a few seconds I just stared at the curly gray hairs on Clem's black ass. I was in a twilight zone of humiliation and sexual arousal. I could hear handsome Steve Pruit sucking on that huge cock. The very audacity of Marian Smolen! Her ability to command the most lewd and lascivious acts out of her young teachers had my head spinning. Then I smelled it. The stale, sour smell of dried sweat coming from Clem's crotch! For a second I recoiled and began wondering when the last time this old man bathed! But the sights, the smells and the humiliation of my predicament overcame my disgust. I spread Clem's ass cheeks and began rimming his huge hairy asshole. I lathed it with my saliva and rimmed it over and over. I was actually making love to this old, black man's hairy asshole. I still can't believe what I did! I heard Ms. Smolen snicker as Glen cursed in a hoarse whisper:

"Holy shit, what a slut!"

"Look at that magnificent black cock!"

Marian Smolen's voice was that of a person in awe. I could tell that she was impatient for Clem to feed his cock to her! I felt Clem being pulled away from my probing lips as his ass cheeks closed over his wet asshole. I rose from my knees in order to witness what would happen next.

"Put him in me Pruit. Stuff the huge nigger cock in my hot wet hole!"

I moved to the side to witness this event. I couldn't believe the size of Clem's member. It really hadn't gotten much longer, but its girth was astounding. It was hard to believe that this . . . thing . . . was attached to a human body! It was thicker than my forearm and mottled with purple veins that bulged out of its massive sides. Mr. Pruit actually had to hold this monster with two hands as he rubbed the massive, plum shaped head against Marian Smolen's swollen pussy lips.

Marian was again up on the table but balanced on the edge. Her legs were obscenely spread and her pussy hole was opened wide and gapping. I began to feel an ache in my own pussy as Pruit began stuffing Clem's monster into the vice-principal's fuck-hole. I watched as Clem began to wiggle his black butt trying to force his big, black cock into our middle-aged vice-principal's cunt.

I watched her face as the old janitor began to slowly saw his massive penis into her cunt. Her eyes rolled up into her head. She seemed to be experiencing so much pleasure that she lost contact with the rest of us in the room. Poor Clem had an expression of grim determination on his face. Sweat was dripping off of his face as he held the major portion of his penis that was not stuffed into Marian Smolen's twat in one hand. Apparently, this was not the first time Clem was called to service his boss, and from the look of him, he seemed worried that he would somehow not perform as she expected.

Smolen seemed to snap out of her reverie for a moment. 

"OK, all of you, off! Get out of here!"

"Pruit, clean up down in the locker room, I'll need you when I'm done!"

With that, we were all dismissed. I scooped up my clothing as I hurried out of the board room followed by Glen and Steve Pruit. As we exited the room we heard the vice-principal wail in ecstasy as the janitor reamed her pipes! 

When we got out into the hall, Glen gave me a pat on the head and said good-by. I realized that my hair still smelled of Ms. Smolen's urine. I watched his naked ass as he strode down the corridor of my school naked, his jeans and shirt under his arm. Steve Pruit must have been too ashamed to speak to me. He disappeared before I even realized what happened. 

I decided to dress in the hall. I buttoned my demure white blouse and threw my plaid jumper over my head, straightened out my clothing as best I could and proceeded down the deserted corridors of the school toward the gym parking lot where my car was the lone one there.

On the drive home, my debauched and obscene conduct kept replaying in my mind. I had been set-up by Glen to be my vice-principal's little slut-whore. I had been double penetrated by my Glen and the new physical education teacher, handsome Steve Pruit, the heart-throb of the female faculty. I had been physically and mentally abused by my boss, Ms. Marian Smolen, slapped, spit on, pissed on and used as her private porn show. I had been forced to eat-out Marian Smolen's mature pussy and finally she had forced me to "fluff" our school's old black janitor, Clem, by licking his asshole!

Now I was in my car smelling of stale urine and cum on my way home to my unsuspecting husband. My heart began to sink in my chest as I prayed over and over that my husband Mike would not find out what I had just done. I could feel my pulse pounding and tears were silently falling from my eyes as I imagined his reaction if he found out that his sweet, demure young wife was an out of control slut! 

As I pulled into our driveway, I saw the tell-tale blue light of our wide-screen TV casing an eerie glow out of our family room window. I turned off the engine, swallowed hard and began the arduous trip up the front steps of our lovely home.

Continued in Chapter 14.



Used & Abused Ch. 14



 Chapter 14 An Amazing Discovery

I apologize for the long delay in writing this Chapter. Between school and my "extra-curricular" activities, I have been very busy. Here is a recap from the end of Chapter 13.

"On the drive home, my debauched and obscene conduct kept replaying in my mind. I had been set-up by Glen to be my vice-principal's little slut-whore. I had been double penetrated by my Glen and the new physical education teacher, handsome Steve Pruit, the heart-throb of the female faculty. I had been physically and mentally abused by my boss, Ms. Marian Smolen, slapped, spit on, pissed on and used as her private porn star. I had been forced to eat-out Marian Smolen's mature pussy and finally she had forced me to "fluff" our school's old black janitor, Clem.

Now I was in my car smelling of stale urine and cum on my way home to my unsuspecting husband. My heart began to sink in my chest as I prayed over and over that my husband would not find out what I had just done. I could feel my pulse pounding and tears were silently falling from my eyes as I imagined his reaction if he found out that his sweet, demure young wife was an out of control slut! 

As I pulled into our driveway, I saw the tell-tale blue light of our wide-screen TV casing an eerie glow out of our family room window. 

Chapter 14

I turned off the lights before I pulled up the driveway. I certainly did not want my husband to meet me at the door and see me in this state. I turned off the engine and let the dark silence envelop me. I saw the blue light of the TV flickering in the window and felt an overwhelming wave of guilt and revulsion pass over me. I closed my eyes and lowered my head onto the steering wheel as a myriad of thoughts spun around in my head. I had to get into the house without Mark greeting me. I knew I had a 50-50 chance that he would either grunt a hello or be sound asleep in front of the tube - that would allow me to sneak in and take a shower - my only chance of hiding my shame from him.

I gathered my purse and quietly opened the driver's door. The cool night air hit my naked pussy under my demure jumper. Seeing the light in the window gave me an idea. I decided to quietly walk behind the bushes and peek into the window which was just about eye level. I walked carefully through the darkness trying to be as quiet as possible, hoping against hope that I would see Mark sound asleep in front of the TV. I placed my bag containing my underwear at my feet, put both hands on the sill and stood on my tip-toes to get a good view into the room. What I saw made me gag in panic.

In the room was the silhouette of two men, both holding a bottle of beer, gesturing and laughing at the show on the screen. I was straining to make out who was with my husband. It looked like – no it couldn't be! Shit, no doubt about it, it was Glen – that fucking bastard! 

I glanced at the TV screen and could see that these two horny guys were watching some kind of porn and having a grand old time. My ire began to rise and my blood started to boil. I was pissed at Glen for beating me to my home after what we had just done together. I was pissed at my husband for watching porn with his friend. I was livid!

All my former feelings of guilt and shame disappeared in an instant. I was a woman possessed! I guess I was projecting the guilt I felt onto both my husband and Glen and blaming both of them for my predicament. All I could feel was a white hot anger that made my ears hot. Almost without thinking I grabbed my purse, stomped up the front steps and quickly entered our home hoping to catch these two perverts in the act.

I marched straight into the room, dropped my purse with a thud and stood with my hands on my hips. Both of them were obviously buzzed and were giggling:

"What the fuck do you think YOU are doing mister? I told you no porn in this house!"

Both men turned their attention away from the big screen and looked at me with dumb expressions on their faces. Glen held up his beer bottle as if in a toast to me and gave me goofy smile.

"Our star has arrived!" he said in a drunken voice.

I ignored Glen and gazed angrily at my husband. I caught him in red-handed and expected him, as usual, to give me his stuttering little boy excuses. I was planning to let his guilt sink in and then whirl around and quickly go up stairs to the master bedroom, lock the door and take my shower.

"Jes, baby, this isn't porn, it is five-fucking star academy award material. Sit down here on the couch with us, you are gonna love this."

Mark patted the couch and looked at me with a smile that had an edgy look to it. Before I could answer, Glen bounded up and looped his arm through mine and began escorting me to the couch. I started to panic and began twisting in his arm. I suddenly realized how gamey I smelled and didn't want to get close to Mark. But it was too late. Mark also got up and grabbed my other arm. Then they both almost tossed me onto the couch like a rag doll and sank down on either side of me, still tightly entwining each of my arms in theirs so that I couldn't rise.

My gaze was forced to the screen. Instantly I recognized the picture. There was a woman wearing fuck-me heels, stockings and garter belt, legs obscenely spread and ankles securely fastened to the table legs. All you could see was her butt, down to her heels, the upper part of her body being hidden by a curtain. As the camera panned in closer, it was clear that the woman was lying on the table, her sex presented to the room, a red butt-plug firmly stuck up her asshole. I knew that the woman was me! Someone had taped my performance at the frat party!

My mouth was dry and my heart was racing. I couldn't move, but my mind was racing at 1000 miles an hours. 'Be calm, Jes' I told myself. Mark had been at this party, had fucked me in this position and still didn't know it was me! There is no reason to suspect that he knows now. Why would Glen tell him now? 

"This is disgusting!" I said defensively, as I unsuccessfully tried to squirm free of the strong grasp of both men.

"Disgusting but hot" said Mark without gazing from the screen.

"Look at that slut take it!" exclaimed Glen as a large young man holding an angry red penis grinned drunkenly at the camera, turned and impaled his engorged penis into the bound woman. A cheer went up from the crowd as they urged the drunk frat boy on. Cheers of "Fuck that slut" and "give it to her" filled the soundtrack as his hairy ass tightened and a load of cum was shot into the helpless woman.

The camera panned in and to the side as the young man slowly withdrew his cock. The three of us watched as a long stringy stream of cum – what looked like a cup-full, began plopping out of the woman's cunt in long noisy spurts into a large glass bowl that was on the floor between her legs. 

"I think that was at least the ninth or tenth!" said Glen in awe. 

Both men's eyes were riveted to the TV screen as the camera panned over the glistening pubis of the woman, focusing first on the butt-plug, next on the gapping pussy hole leaking its sticky mess of semen and finally down to the bowl which had what looked like a quart of semen that had already run out of the woman's slutty pussy.

I glanced furtively at my husband to see if I could gauge his reaction. He was staring zombie-like at the screen, waiting for the next frat boy to mount the "slut" as they called her. It was then I noticed that Mark had his six inch cock out and was stroking it. I also realized that my pussy was leaking, and that watching myself like this, as humiliating as it was, was turning me on.

"I need my cock sucked!" said Glen to no one in particular as he continued to gaze at the screen.

I felt Glen moving next to me and glanced furtively at his lap. He was unbuckling his pants and pushing them down onto his thighs to reveal his magnificent eight-inch cock, which was erect and ready. I began to unconsciously lick my dry lips. I felt a familiar tingling in my gut – the call of wonton, unbridled sex. 

I tried looking away from Glen's cock and at the screen, but the scene there was even more erotic. It was the hairy moose, the one that started my first orgasm of the night. I listened to the voice of the camera man as he zoomed in on the big guy's cock.


"Look at the size of that thing" said the cameraman in a stage whisper as the camera zoomed in and out trying to focus on what looked like a hairy police truncheon.

"How big is that thing?" he asked.

Moose was too pre-occupied to answer. He sidled up to the "slut" his pants around his ankles, holding his huge member in one hand.

"I am gonna fuck the shit out of this slut!" Moose said as he grimaced into the lens of the camera. 

The three of us watched as Moose ran the bulbous head of his cock up and down the "slut's" fuck hole, both teasing her and moistening it with the semen and pussy juices that were obviously leaking out of her. I felt the motion on either side of me, each stroking his cock in anticipation of that Moose's huge member raping the gaping pussy hole in front of it.

Slowly Moose fed her his cock. I closed my eyes remember the fullness and satisfaction I felt when this actually happened. I was desperate to join the men in their masturbation. At that point, I would have crammed an eggplant up my cunt, I was so desperate to feel something enter me.

"I said I need my cock sucked!"

It was Glen again, only this time his voice was impatient and angry. He was holding his magnificent cock in his hand and looking at me in expectation.

"You heard the man," Mark said impatiently, "he needs his cock sucked! Suck it you slut!"

With that, my husband put a steady pressure on the back of my head and began forcing it down on Glen's cock. I began pushing back and squirming. As much as I was dying to taste Glen's cock, to run my tongue around the familiar corona of its head, to feel it push back into the reaches of my throat, hot, pulsing and alive - I did not want to do this in front of my husband.

It was at this moment that I realized that Mark knew! Shit, he probably knew all along. He knew that I was Glen's slut, that I was the frat-house slut that we were watching on the screen. That I was the most disgusting, most degenerate whore of a wife that ever walked the face of this earth! I began to feel small and insignificant – like I was nothing. It was as if nothing I did from now on mattered. I was humiliated and exposed to my rotten cum-slut core in front of my loving, faithful husband.

My pussy burned to be stroked, caressed, rubbed, penetrated and stretched. I pulled my jumper over my head and revealed my nakedness to the two men. Then I swiveled off the couch between Glen's legs, and yanked his pants off. I lovingly cradled his gorgeous cock, the very thing that seduced me into this life of debauchery and sin, and slowly lowered my head toward it with burning anticipation.

As I seductively opened my mouth to engulf our friend's cock, I gazed at my husband. Mark's eyes were glazed over, as if he were in another world. As my lips came closer to their goal, I saw my husband speed up his hand movements on his cock. As I engulfed Glen's cock, I locked eyes with my husband and slowly took Glen's cock in until his balls touched my lips. Mark's eyes opened in disbelief as he watched my throat engulf Glen's cock and swallow it in one smooth motion – something I never did to my husband in all the years that we were married!

Wanting to show my husband what a total slut I was, I forced my tongue out and began lapping at Glen's balls. I heard Mark moan as I wiggled my tongue around Glen's scrotum bathing it in my spit.

Glen grabbed my head and slowly pulled the full eight inches of his cock from my throat and mouth. My eyes were tearing and strings of saliva were running down my cheeks. I truly felt like a slut, a hole to be used for any man's pleasure.

"Lick my balls!" Glen said in a quiet voice as the raucous sound of the frat-party echoed in the room.

My husband stopped stroking his cock and looked at me in disbelief. I had never sucked his balls, nor would he ever dare ask me to do such a disgusting thing. 

I held Glen's glistening and swollen cock with two fingers of one hand as I gently cradled his balls with the other. Glen lifted his feet from the floor and propped them up onto the couch on either side of him. presenting his balls and asshole to my face. My husband looked expectantly at me, not saying a word, and began rubbing is little cock again.

I began laving Glen's balls, getting them good and wet, closing my eyes and reveling in the feel of his well-hung ball sack - first sucking one ball in my mouth and then the other. I was wantonly making love to this man's balls in front of my husband! I gazed coyly at my husband as I went about my slutty duties to the man that obviously owned me sexually.

"Now rim my asshole, you dirty slut. Show your husband what a fucking whore you really are."

With that Glen pushed his ass up and spread his ass-cheeks with both hands. My husband was now jerking off furiously in anticipation of what would happen next. Not to disappoint either of them, I dove in, lovingly rimming Glen's hairy asshole, savoring his musky, salty, manly flavor and texture. I paused for a second and gazed defiantly at my husband as I held Glen's much larger cock up with my other hand.

"That's it, point your tongue, stick it up my ass, you slut!"

That did it! Mark moaned and lost it. He rose as high as he could, aiming his blasts of cum at my face. His first spurt hit my nose. The second and third spurts landed on Glen's balls and asshole. I had never seen my husband come so hard. My heart ached as I understood that his cum was an affirmation of his approval of my slutty behavior.

My hand shot down between my legs and started to rub my clit furiously as I voraciously cleaned up the gobs of cum covering Glen's ass and balls with my darting pink tongue. Both men watched as I licked off every drop of cum my husband had deposited in his passion. 

I began stroking Glen's saliva covered cock as I rimmed his asshole and frigged myself. Within seconds Glen's cock began spurting semen into the air like a geyser. I quickly capped his erupting member trying to capture every precious drop of his essence. I rubbed my clit harder as I began cleaning up Glen's cum, slurping up every speck and cleaning his cock with adoring worship.

Within seconds, my orgasm slammed into me. I lost all strength in my squatting legs and held limply onto Glen's masculine thighs. As I looked up through hooded, sex-satiated eyes, I saw my husband holding his now limp cock, and gazing at me in loving adoration. I knew then that our relation would never be the same. 



Used & Abused Ch. 15



Chapter 15 - Just Deserts

From Chapter 14

"That's it, point your tongue, stick it up my ass, you slut!" My husband, Mark, moaned and lost it. He rose as high as he could, aiming his blasts of cum at my face. His first spurt hit my nose. The second and third spurts landed on Glen's balls and asshole. I had never seen my husband come so hard. My heart ached as I interpreted his cum as an affirmation of my slutty behavior.

My hand shot down between my legs and started to rub my clitoris furiously as my darting pink tongue voraciously cleaned up the gobs of cum covering Glen's ass and balls, obscenely slurping and swallowing every drop of cum my husband had deposited in his passion. 

I began stroking Glen's saliva covered cock as I rimmed his asshole and frigged myself. Within seconds Glen's cock began spurting semen into the air like a geyser. I quickly capped his erupting member trying to capture every precious drop of his essence, as I locked eyes with my husband. I rubbed my clit harder as I began cleaning up Glen's cum, slurping up every speck and cleaning his cock with adoring worship.

Within seconds, my orgasm slammed into me. I lost all strength in my squatting legs and held limply onto Glen's muscular thighs. As I looked up through hooded, sex-satiated eyes, I saw my husband holding his now limp cock and gazing at me in loving adoration. I knew then that our relationship would never be the same. 

As the three of us sprawled lethargically in the blue hue of the flickering TV, the obscene video Glen shot was silently playing, exhibiting my whore-like behavior at the Frat Party. Glen looked over at my husband and gave an evil chuckle. I glanced at poor Mark through hooded, satiated eyes. He looked like a little boy, his now deflated cock lying in his open fly. He was staring mesmerized at my performance on the screen. I felt so sorry for him, knowing now that Glen had exposed me as the cum-slut that I had become. This transformation was made more obscene because Mark had seen me only as a prim and proper wife and high school teacher. I had never offered my husband the wild sexual activity he was watching me perform on the TV in front of us. Quite the contrary, for the last few weeks I was covering up my activities as Glen's whore and sex slave.

I slowly crawled over to Mark, slithering like a snake up his body. I felt mischievous and powerful. I grabbed his head in both of my hands and began tongue kissing him with my cum-covered mouth. As I pushed my tongue into Mark's mouth he gasped, realizing that he was tasting Glen's massive load and the cum I had just cleaned from Glen's asshole. Slowly Mark's inhibition turned to passion as he tongue fucked my mouth. I could feel the wetness of the cum from my earlier escapades at school, leaking out of my pussy. I smelled like sex, a combination of sweat and stale cum. It was salty and gamey – the smell of a bitch in heat. I used this natural lubrication to hump my husband's leg, leaving a slimy trail on his thigh. We tongued each other, probing hungrily, our lust rising with increasing passion. I reached down and felt Marc's exhausted member filling with blood and slowly growing in my hand. He was passive but moaning with anticipation. Glen was gazing hotly at the both of us, the smoke of repressed jealously in his eyes.

"Mark, are you going to let this cum-slut make a fool out of you?" he said softly but maliciously. I pulled back to stare at Mark, wondering how he would react. "We should show her how we deal with sluts who fuck around on their husbands." Glen looking at me with a hard stare. 

"Whoop her ass - that would show her." said Mark in a monotone voice as he looked me in the eye, a crooked smile on his face.

"You heard your husband you slut, get your ass over that hassock!" Glen quickly rose and grabbed me by my hair dragging me halfway across the room.

I was in a state of shock. I didn't know what to do or to say. It was as if was paralyzed. Yes, I thought to myself, I have been a slut of a wife. I deserve to be punished. Punish me for my sins. Make me atone to my poor husband for my indiscretions, then I will be cleansed.

Glen held me down with his hand on my back firmly pushing me into the hassock. I heard him remove his thick leather belt from his jeans with a whoosh and hand it to Mark. He pulled up my jumper and exposed my naked ass. I could smell the stale odor of spunk mixed with the natural juices now leaking from my newly aroused pussy running down my thighs. With shame I realized that the two cum loads I took during my double penetration earlier in the evening were adding to the heady aroma emanating shamefully from my now exposed pussy.

Mark rose like a zombie, tucking himself into his pants and grabbed the belt from Glen. My eyes opened wide. "Mark! Mark, Please don't hurt me." My voice sounded like a little girl's pleading for mercy. 

WHACK, the strap hit me solidly across the ass. It was a solid thud that pushed me against the hassock. At first I was amazed. I was shocked by the actions of my formerly meek and mild husband. Mark had never even threatened me, let alone hit me. But now he had just brutally beat me with a thick leather strap at Glen's sadistic goading. Shocked, I felt almost no pain, despite the violence of the blow. I remember thinking "Did that hurt? That really didn't hurt!" Then WHACK, a second blow. All of a sudden, my ass started to burn as if someone seared it with a hot iron. 

WHACK, the strap hit me a third time, this blow across the upper part of my thighs. I began to feel welts raising across my ass. Then the blows increased; whack, whack, whack, whack. The rhythm began to hypnotize me. I felt connected to my husband by the thick leather strap, he at one end, and my sore ass at the other. Finally the quick, steady blows ceased. The room was silent, paused in anticipation. A moist, warm heat was radiating from my buttocks. I smelled ready for sex.

Then it came -WHACK! My breath was forcibly pushed from my lungs by the force of this more brutal blow. As I heard Mark's arm swing back I tried to fill my lungs. WHACK, my breath again was pushed out of me. I was getting light headed and my world was collapsing to a smaller and smaller point. I thought, "Yes, hit me, punish me, beat the slut. Give me the pain I deserve". Glen's hand was still pressing down firmly on my back, holding me in place. I felt his right hand starting to wiggle under my hips, his meaty index finger searching for my pussy lips. By this point, my senses were reduced to only my burning ass and my blood-engorged pussy. The rest of me was seemed not to exist.

Mark was now merciless. He continued to beat me with the strap like a man possessed. The next blow hit right across my wet pussy. I felt my slutty wet juices shamefully spray out onto my thighs. My pussy was swelling and my clit was poking out of its hood, engorged with blood from the sting of the now wet strap. I felt Glen's finger relentlessly probing my wet slit, opening the flower of my womanhood to my enraged husband and exposing the shame of my cum filled pussy and asshole. I closed my eyes and began going to another world. A world of pleasure and pain, of submission and domination, but mostly of humiliation, deep humiliation and shame.

My world was now shrinking. The only reality was the sound of the strap and the pleasure and pain in my gut. I was in "subspace" floating away - away from my humiliation and my shame.

In my fog, I realized that the sound of the strap beating my ass had stopped. I felt myself being turned over onto my back and while some kind of straps were tied to my wrists, my ankles and my thighs. A blindfold was tied across my eyes. I was disoriented and strained to understand what was happening. I turned my head from side to side but all I could see was the blackness of the blindfold. The smell of female arousal was now mixed with the indescribable smell of male lust. It was the gamey smell of stale sweat and musky arousal. My calves were securely tied to my thighs. I felt a broom handle being threaded through my bound knees holding my legs and pussy open like a trussed turkey. My wrists were then secured to the outside of the broomstick next to my wide-spread knees. 

Someone began slapping my breasts and calling me vile names. "Whore" - SLAP; "Slut" - SLAP, "Fucking cunt!" SLAP. "Fuck Pig" - SLAP! My nipples became erect and hard, blatantly announcing my arousal at this shameful humiliation. I felt someone squatting over me, hairy legs grazing my shoulders. My head was jerked up and a hard cock was forced into my mouth. I was being face-fucked like I a was a piece of meat. I tried my best to pleasure the salty cock in my mouth, but it was being forcibly thrust into my mouth, searching for the entrance to my throat. I was being violated. My mouth was being raped. The cock was repeatedly removed from my throat as I gagged and coughed up ropes of stringy saliva. Then it was plunged back in until a pair of balls hit my chin. 

"Stick out your tongue, slut. Lick my balls while my cock is down your whore throat!" In panic, I tried to force my tongue out past the base of the cock, straining to lick the hairy balls lying on my chin. I was hoping that my obedience would gain me some air to breathe. I was being used like the slut I had become. I was gagging and getting light-headed from a lack of air.

A hand started slapping my pussy. I tried to scream around the cock in my mouth. "NO, NO, NO" I mumbled as the cock plunged back into my mouth slipping easily down my throat. The pain in my pussy began to send pulses to my brain. PAIN, slap, PLEASURE, slap, PAIN, slap, PLEASURE. My clit was so engorged with blood I thought it would burst. Even in my deep distress, I could smell the unmistakeable stench of arousal emanating from my hot pussy and broadcasting my readiness to be used sexually. My body was betraying me, showing these men, most shamefully my husband, that even this brutal treatment would not quench the insatiable desire I now had for pure, animal sex.

"Let's fuck this pig" said a voice with glee. The hassock was turned around as the cock left my mouth. My sore, swollen slit was being probed. I felt the thick head of a penis split my swollen pussy lips and brutally push deep inside me. My clit being drawn into my cunt hole by the force of the fucking until the head of the cock impaling me bottomed out and hit my cervix. I felt a pair of hairy balls slap against my asshole and rub my ass crack. The person fucking my pussy-hole began a rhythmic movement, holding onto the broomstick and pulling me into his cock, using me as a mere fuck-hole. I was helpless and gave in to this brutal fucking. The room was swimming, and my entire being was funneling down to my pussy. "Yes, fuck me! Fuck the slut! Hurt me, use me." 

As I was being mercilessly fucked, I felt the sting of nipple clamps being applied to me erect nipples. The pain was searing at first but then subsided, leaving me with an ache that shot from my nipples and my clit to my gut where it began to build as an irresistible urge that could only be quelled by an orgasm. Someone tied the small chains attached to the nipple clamps to the broomstick. As the person fucking me pulled on the stick, my nipples were painfully distended then released as he fucked back into me. I heard myself sobbing, the tears dampening the silk scarf tied around my eyes.

I began to hallucinate that I was on stage in our High School auditorium. Marion Smolen was at the the podium. I could hear the eager voices of my students, boys and girls, leering, hooting, whistling. 

"Now boys and girls, you will see what happens to women who become a dirty cock-slut. Your teacher, Ms. Bonham, is being chastised for her unbecoming behavior. Clem, open the curtain." 

I hallucinated that the hassock was on a turntable that was rotating slowly in the center of the auditorium stage, exposing me to the entire student body. I was trussed like a pig, exposing my tied and obscenely exposed body for all to see. Glen and my husband were standing beside me, sporting enormous erections, pre-cum dripping from their cock-holes. I remember feeling panic that my students were gazing not only at my nakedness by at my husband's cock and felt ashamed of our exposed intimacy.

The first cock entered me. I heard the audience, led on by the taunting voice of the Vice-Principal, begin to chant with the rhythm of the public fucking I was receiving. Marion Smolen's voice was unintelligible. The deep rumbling of her voice combined with the chants of the crowd churned my gut and increased my arousal. I heard her saying vile things about me, taunting me, encouraging the assembly to degrade and debase me and urging the two men to abuse me – to fuck me.

I could feel an orgasm building, but I fought against it, not wanting to shame myself in front of the entire assembly. I pictured her guiding Clem up to the turntable, his huge cock dangling out of his work pants. She grabbed his enormous member with two hands and yelled into the microphone. "Pee on the worthless slut, Clem. Hose her down." The crowd went wild as I closed my eyes waiting for the onslaught of piss to splash over my face and naked breasts as the crowd cheered.

Suddenly, a familiar voice, roused me from my dream state. "Open your mouth slut!" I opened my eyes expecting the mean face of Marion Smolen. Instead I saw Glen. My blindfold had been removed and his face was upside down. He was glowering at me as my husband's cock plowed over and over into my wet, thoroughly used furrow. I felt a hand slap my cheek and scrambled to obey. I opened my mouth and Glen spit into it. "Fucking cum-slut" he leered. I was mortified. Glen' had just spit into my mouth in front of my husband. I tried to push the sticky spit out with my tongue, but I just gagged. I heard my husband's voice now. "You dirty cum-slut pig!" Another glob of spit hit my lips and began to leak into my mouth. My mouth began to close but a slap hit my other cheek. I opened my mouth wide like a bird being fed by her mother, not daring to disobey these two men who owned my body. They both began spitting at me together as I was being fucked. My humiliation overcame me. I felt like I was sky-diving into a black hole. I felt an orgasm start to tingle deep in my belly. I started to panic. I didn't want my loving husband to see that this vile and obscene humiliation was actually pushing me to the brink of orgasm. For a brief moment I believed if I could just stop from coming, I could hide the fact that I truly desired this humiliating treatment I was being subjected to. Despite my resistance, the cock in my pussy was slowly churning up my insides to the point of no return. 

Abruptly the cock withdrew from my pussy, leaving it empty and aching to be filled. At first I was relieved, but the ache in my gut was only compounded by the need I felt to be thoroughly and roughly fucked. "Please!, Please!" I heard my voice pleading for a cock, any cock. "FUCK ME!" I was uncontrollable as I strained in my bonds and shamelessly tried to open my legs even wider than they already were. My humiliation and debasement was now complete. I had fully embraced my shame and worthlessness. I felt a larger object rooting around my pussy lips, pushing insistently. I humped forward as best I could trying to take the cock into my hungry cunt. I looked up and saw Glen. The veins on his neck were standing out, his face red. He looked at me with pure lust for my bound body. His cock seemed impossibly thick, engorged with blood, erect to obscene proportions and it was me, ME that was pushing his desire over the brink. Despite the obvious fact that I was an unfaithful wife, a shameless, trussed up, cum-slut whore, beaten and spit upon, stinking of sweat, cum and piss, it was still ME that he desired.

"Please fuck me. Glen, fuck me with your beautiful cock." I was crying, begging in front of my husband for another man to fuck me to completion. My shame was now complete. 

As Glen's thick cock tried to pry its way into my fuck-hole, I felt Mark's soft, wet cock and balls being rubbed over my face. "Yeah, man, tea-bag the bitch as I fuck her worthless cunt!" Glen hissed, as he wormed his way further into my pussy. For some reason, I felt so ashamed that Glen was watching my husband wipe his soiled cock on my spit-soaked face. "Clean him up you worthless whore", Glen commanded. Despite my bonds, I arched my back trying my best to clean Mark's cock with my tongue and lips. I could taste an evening's worth of stale, gamey spunk, as my mouth went to work cleaning him up. As disgusting as it tasted to me, I was happy performing my wifely duties, cleaning my husband's genitals from a mess left in me earlier this evening. This gave my cleaning new vigor as I urgently licked and sucked away all of the gooey mess covering his cock and balls.

"Don't miss his asshole, you slut!" urged Glen as he finally bottomed out into my engorged cunt. The cock and balls left my face to be replaced by my husband's hairy ass checks. He spread them with two hands and presented his asshole to my face. I strained up and began licking his musty hole, rimming it with vigor, hoping that Glen would be pleased to witness up close my pig-like behavior.

As I lay there, bond on the hassock in our living room, my mind became clearer and I began to appreciate how I looked and what was happening to me. I was trussed up, immobile, fully exposed to two men my breasts and pussy obscenely bare and on display. My husband had discovered my spunk filled pussy and asshole and the shame of my escapades earlier in the evening. My legs were spread wide open to anyone who wanted to use me as their fuck-toy. My husband was watching me being soundly fucked by his friend's large cock and I was screaming, begging Glen to fuck me while my husband forced me to clean his cum dripping cock and to rim his asshole in atonement for my whore-like behavior. I was no longer the respectable woman Mark had married. The young high school teacher that proudly nodded at her neighbors as she entered church, smiling at her students as she walked down the aisle next to her husband was exposed in all of her obscenity. 

I was now a cum-drenched whore, a slut addicted to cum, who was capable of doing the most obscene and vulgar acts – acts that a month ago I could not even imagine, let alone perform. All of these thoughts, the debasement, the humiliation, my submission to the most unspeakably vile acts began to swirl around me. I had gone over the abyss and I was falling. Finally, the hidden lust, the hypocrisy, the lying were stripped away and I was free to fall. It was as if a dam had burst. Every nerve in my body began to fire at once like an explosion in slow motion. I could feel Glen's cock begin to swell inside me, growing even more impossibly thicker than before. The pulses of his orgasm seemed to ripple like a wave down his thick shaft like seismic waves until the blast of cum hit my cervix, bathing me in hot juices. I began to come and come hard around Glen's cock. I heard my voice screaming out loud. "Fuck me like the whore that I am. Show my husband what a cum-slut I am. Fuck me like a rutting barnyard pig!"

My body became rigid and lightning began to flash behind the closed eyelids. My eyes rolled up into my head, I felt an unbearable wetness spurt from my pussy. With that, I passed out.