9 comments/ 165907 views/ 11 favorites Schoolteacher By: Elenia26 We're in college. First year. I'm your recalcitrant student, a freshman who sailed through high school. I've been turning in papers late, not doing them very well, and you know I'm bright enough to do the right job. Anyway, you tell me I'm about to fail, and I break into tears. I can't fail, my parents will kill me. You're pretty pitiless but you relent, and tell me to come to your office, at 7 PM on Friday night. I balk, and you say, fine, then, fail. I say OK.... I come to your office on Friday night, and this is how it goes: You tell me I need to study harder, and maybe, just maybe, I'll get a D in class. A D! I say. My parents don't let me get anything below a B! They'll kill me. Tough cookies, you say. I say, I'll do anything, and you say...anything? I say anything. "Stand up, Miss Kim," you say. I do so, obediently, wiping the tear streaks off my face. You walk around me, admiring me, I'm in a pleated skirt that reaches about mid-thigh. Not indecent but very cute. I'm wearing a blouse that reaches my skirtline, so when I lift my arms I show a tiny bit of my belly, but not normally. Standing in front of me, you slide your hands onto my belly under the skirt. I flinch, but manage to stand still, realizing what it is you want. You pull up my blouse, and make me hold it up. My breasts are contained by a white cotton bra, silky soft but not as soft as my skin. Without even hesitating, you slip your hands into each cup, fondling the nipples until they spring into erectness, and pinching them. You don't even bother with the bra strap, but just pull the cups down, exposing my brown nipples and fair skin. You bend over and take one into your mouth, and roughly pull on it, gently pinching the other one. I can't help it, I moan loudly. You bite down, and I wince. You remove your mouth, and begin to walk around me, making me keep my blouse up so my wet nipples are exposed to the air. Suddenly, standing behind me, you reach out and caress my ass through the panties. Testing me, you flip my skirt up and slide your hand underneath, over my panty-clad bottom. My panties are pink. When your finger slides underneath the edge and begins to make its way down, though, I try to stop you. "No, please," I say. You of course get angry. "Do you want this passing grade or not?" I lower my head. "Yes, sir." You walk back around your desk and sit down. "Come here," you order. I do so, head still lowered. "Lay down across my knees." My eyes widen but as they meet yours I see there's no chance of argument. I obediently do so, my hair trailing on the ground, hands gripping the legs of your chair. You run your hand over my bottom and once again flip up my skirt. I tense as your hand slides to the bare skin again, but I am surprised when your hand lifts and suddenly comes down - WHACK! I scream and wriggle, trying to get loose. No can do, you grip me tightly and suddenly WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "That's what you get for skipping my classes, Miss Kim, and thinking you could just waltz through." After five or six slaps you stop, and I am whimpering. I am grateful to think it's done when in horror I feel you pulling down my panties. I can't fight you, you're much stronger than me. Soon my panties are around my upper thighs and my entire ass is exposed to you. As the panties pull away from me I realize somehow I'm wet and hope you don't notice. WHACK! on my bare skin, making me jump and squirm. You alternate cheeks, and in between squeeze each cheek. Without warning you roughly slide your fingers between my legs - they come up dripping. "Stop protesting so much, Miss Kim. Obviously you like it." I shake my head in furious negation, my ponytail bobbing frantically. I gasp loudly though, when suddenly your fingers penetrate my tight, sweet pussy deeply. And then I really flinch and struggle to get away when your thumb presses up against my asshole. "No, anything but that, please!" I flail so much I accidentally hit you. Everything stops... "That's it. Now you're in trouble." You roughly jerk me to my feet and bend me over the desk. I feel you drop to your knees behind me, and my world spins crazily as I feel you spreading my cheeks and feel, of all things, your tongue pressing up against my asshole. It's dirty, it's disgusting, and yet it makes me wetter than before. I come around your tongue even as I'm protesting, and I'm pressing back against you and trying to fight you at the same time. I'm lost in the feelings. I've never felt anything this intense. My legs buckle, and I fall forward onto the desk. My asshole is giving me a million intense feelings. Suddenly you pull away and stand up. You yank my panties down and off one leg. I'm laying face-down on your desk, my skirt pulled up, my pussy glistening and exposed to you - as you jerk forward, and ram your cock all the way up it. I scream in mingled pleasure and pain, and the scream doesn't die down when you push your thumb into my asshole. You fuck me on the desk, you're barely undressed, just enough to pull your cock out. Using me, taking whatever you want. Your hands grip my hips and your cock rams in and out of me, it's huge and I'm small and tight and it hurts and feels oh-so-damn-good at the same time. I come, hard, around your cock, my tight pussy convulsing on you, and gripping you like a vice. To you it's like fucking a tight glove, you feel yourself opening me up and invading me. Ravishment is the only word. With a groan you dump your load into my sweet little pussy. You hold me there, screwing your cock ever deeper, for a full moment. Then you pull out of me, and pull your thumb out of my vice-like asshole, and slap my ass. "Get dressed," you say gruffly. I pull up my panties and pull down my skirt & shirt, adjust my bra, still sniffling a little. You give me a satisfied look and say, "Well, that's an A for the first assignment. Why don't you meet me next Friday night again, same time, for the next assignment?" I look at you in surprise, see you're serious, and slowly nod. As I leave, you call after me. "Miss Kim?" I turn. "Next time, don't bother with the bra." Schoolteacher's Initiation Jackie couldn't believe it, what had started out as a girlish prank now had her dirty dancing at a summer fraternity party with a man young enough to be her son. It had all started out innocently enough. At the end of the two week long teacher's workshop a bunch of the "girls" had decided to go out and unwind before their flights back to their respective home states. A few drinks at a couple of the local establishments without eating dinner had them all a bit light headed, giddy and giggly. Rachel, the group's unofficial social leader during their two-week stay, had them singing show tunes at piano bars and skipping down the street from one pub to another. When she arranged this "ride" to a "party" with a bunch of college age guys Jackie had no clue what she had gotten herself into. The fraternity house was a huge brick structure and seemingly every light in the place was lit up. The volume of noise was incredible from the music and the raucous partygoers. Jason, the good looking one who had invited them, directed their crew, all eight of them, toward the bar and handed them large glasses of something concocted in a huge trash can; "grog" they called it. Jason urged them all to chug-a-lug their first glass to "catch up" with the rest of the partygoers. Of course Rachel cheered them all on as they tipped the large plastic glasses bottoms up. The purple beverage tasted not unlike Kool-Aid though it evidently had some alcohol in it. A second glass was quickly forthcoming and Jason excused himself to tend to some "fraternity business" he called it and the guest party sipped their drinks and recounted the activities of the week. The ladies were sort of huddled in their group as the younger revelers swarmed around them like a hive of bees with no one paying any attention to their apparent differences in age. Rachel was towed off towards the dance floor as were some of the rest of their party when Jackie felt someone grab her elbow and start to pull her toward the dance floor, it was Jason. "Finish your drink so we can dance," he directed. "Oh, no, no. I can't", Jackie resisted. With his persistent urging she relented and allowed herself to be towed onto the dance floor after gulping the rest of her drink. Jackie had a younger-than-her-age face and were it not for her child bearing proportioned hips and somewhat sagging breasts the nearly 50 year old blond would have passed for a college senior. Jason spun her a few times upon reaching the floor and then pulled her close and asked her if she was having a good time. The next song got off to a roaring start and her answer went unheard. The booze and the fatigue of two weeks away from home were having their affect on her judgement. She let herself be tugged and pulled this way and that by Jason with him glancing her breasts with his elbow and hands as he caught her on spins and twirls. A slow dance started and he pulled her into his arms and wrapped them tightly around her waist with his hands resting lightly on her upper buttocks. She was just getting into the rhythm of the song when a voice said, "may I cut in?" Jason pulled away and a muscular young blonde man who looked like a football player clutched her into his arms. "Hi, I'm Seth. Jason always gets to dance with all the pretty girls. Now it's my turn." Jackie enjoyed the flirtatious remark, "Hit on by someone less than half my age". She smiled inwardly to herself. Seth pulled her close and wrapped his long arms around her waist and pressed her breasts into his chest. She could feel his "package" against her thighs through the thin material of his khaki shorts as he moved her around the crowded dance floor. He was a good dancer, athletic, and moved gracefully. The heady odor of his perspiration and pheromones was getting her blood up a bit. She saw Jason excusing himself through the dance floor crowd carrying three glasses of grog and with a handsome young black man in tow. "Seth, let Peter dance with Jackie for a bit we have some business to take care of out back," as he handed both of them a glass of the strong drink. "Jackie, this is Peter. I hope you don't mind if I take Seth for a bit. He's our treasurer and he needs to write a check for more booze. Drink up Jackie. We can't take advantage of you if you aren't good and drunk," he joked. "Sure, sure," she said as Peter hauled her into his arms and danced her off into the crowded dance floor. If Seth were a good dancer then Peter was a great dancer. He moved fluidly across the floor and had the gentlest touch Jackie could remember from a man. He moved her easily across the floor, spinning, dipping and ever so casually brushing her breasts with the back of his hand or an arm and he gripped her full buttocks with both hands as he pulled her in for a slow dance. She ignored it as she enjoyed the attention of the good looking young man and her judgment and inhibitions were more than a bit impaired from the alcohol in her system. Jackie didn't know how she wound up in the huge meeting room of the frat house. Jason, Seth and Peter had kept her dancing, and drinking, for the last hour with only a short bathroom break and the three of them had accompanied her outside for a breath of air. Somehow they had directed her through an outside door into the house meeting room done in raised mahogany panels, devoid of furniture except for a long narrow table on the inside wall and a small table supporting a lamp with a single bulb. Huge, nearly floor to ceiling windows with heavy drapes bracketed the two outside walls. The cool temperature of the air-conditioned room felt marvelous. The young men directed Jackie toward and end of the table and sort of pushed her sitting up on it and started to nuzzle her neck and rub her thighs, back and neck. Jason, in front of her and Seth and Peter to her left and right overwhelmed her senses with their ministrations. The alcohol had numbed her senses and their hands began roaming more freely, tweaking her turgid nipples through her blouse and brassiere. Peter tilted her head back with a handful of her blonde hair and kissed her full on the mouth. As quickly as he moved his mouth away she was smothered by a kiss from Jason and then Seth. While they weren't kissing the blonde teacher their hands and mouths freely coursed over her middle-aged body. Jackie felt her blouse being tugged out of her skirt and the buttons being undone. She swatted vainly at the hands but the tongue in her mouth kept her from saying anything until it was broken. "I can't...I'm married...." She got out before another crushing kiss muted any other response. "You guys are young enough to be my...." She never did say "no". Her senses were awash in passions she hadn't felt since the groping sessions when she was in college herself. The three hard bodies and hardening erections she felt pressing against her had her blood boiling. The rush of cool air on her nipples made them stand out like pencil erasers and made them easy targets for the nimble fingers of the young college men as they pulled her blouse and bra from her upper body. Her mouth was covered with a kiss, one nipple was being swirled by a tongue and the other rolled between a thumb and forefinger. Jason, standing in front of her, broke the kiss and the young black man quickly placed his mouth over hers. Jackie felt her skirt being pushed up over her hips and Jason reaching for the waistband of her panties. She felt herself lift her hips off of the hardwood table to accommodate their removal. She sensed the juices of her sex wetting her ass cheeks where they contacted the table. She reached for Jason's belt buckle and undid the front of his pants as the other two men continued their physical stimulation of her mouth, nape of her neck and nipples. Her hand snaked inside his boxer shorts and grabbed the stiff wand of flesh she found there. "What am I doing," she asked herself as she pulled him closer as she spread her knees to provide him access to her sex. He pushed her knees up and back making her slippery portal an easy target for his rigid member. He slid in almost full length on his first thrust and the smell of her own secretions wafted to her nose as he withdrew his sex-coated wick. The urgency of the caresses of the other two admirers tending her increased with Jason's tempo as he slid his cock in and out of her slippery vault. She felt her inner lips gripping the slippery cylinder of his cock as he pounded it in and out of her. She was nearing orgasm, the skin to skin contact with six hands, the rigid member and stiff pubic hair stimulating her vulva had her about to explode when she felt her young lover stiffen and felt the pulse of his penis as he sent jet after jet of semen into her vagina. Her disappointment was short lived as Jason quickly extricated his softening tool from her only to be replaced by the thick, black, cock of a very eager Peter. Her young black lover quickly assumed a rhythm that had her cooing into Seth's mouth as he continued to kiss her. Without Peter there to help support her weight, Seth lowered her onto her back on the table as his Greek brother pumped in and out of her. Jason was no where to be found...must have gotten his fill and went about his business. How wrong she was..... Her orgasm came crashing down on her like a tidal wave. Peter's long, fast strokes had set her off like a stick of dynamite. He was courteous enough to bury his cock to the hilt and ride her through her spasms pubic bone to pubic bone. As her orgasm subsided Peter again began his urgent pumping. Seth continued kissing and tweaking but took a break now and again to take a look at the action that was going on in the liquid junction between Jackie's upraised legs. Peter's black member coated with her cream and that of Jason's orgasm; popped momentarily into view and then disappearing into her slippery folds. She felt Peter stiffen and mutter, "your turn" to Seth and he gripped her by the hips and thrust forcefully into her as deposited his pearly cream in her pink tube. Seth looked down at her oozing love pit as he moved between her legs and saw the cream of her other admirers adorning her pubic hair, the table top, the fat outer lips, and very pink, very open cuntal folds. Jason had returned and quickly applied his mouth to hers just as Seth slid his tool into her creamy depths. Seth was well into his fuck when Jason disengaged his mouth from her's and whispered into her ear "Babe, I've got a pledge here who has a hard time getting laid because of his complexion. Would you "do" him?" "Well, I don't know," she grunted as Seth plowed her furrow with his steely shank. "Geez, it'd mean a lot to him to get a piece of ass from a great looking woman like you." Seth's pace quickened and she knew he was about to cum inside her. She was near another orgasm herself and knew Seth wouldn't take her over the edge. "Yes, yesssss, " she hissed as Seth drove his member into her and released his pent up passion. The pimply faced youngster was just that. A complexion too pale for the summer weather but she felt a considerable stretching as he shoved his pole into her well fucked hole. Jackie sat up on her elbows and looked down at the fat member protruding lewdly from her crevice. It was as pale as her young lover but its girth sticking out of his pubic patch was quite impressive. The tugging on her inner lips had her motor revving in only a few quick strokes and then he came. "Oh, no," she thought at she felt the hot cream of his climax run out of her pussy around his cock and down the crack of her ass. She was pleasantly surprised when after only the briefest of breaks the young man began his humping again; slowly at first, but then more vigorously after a couple of minutes as he managed his second "wood". "Oh the benefits of youth," Jackie thought to herself as he drove his substantial member into her again and again. Jackie came twice more on his monster cock before the "zit kid" dumped another load of jism in her love tunnel. She barely had time to consider her surroundings when another young man she had not seen before appeared between her legs and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her oozing cunt. "What, who's this," she muttered drunkenly to Jason who seemed to be supervising her royal screwing. "Oh, this is Jeff, Jeff needs some too. It's all right isn't it? He's got blue balls too. Can you give him some relief?" Jeff looked right into her eyes and said in a Texas drawl, "I'd certainly be grateful, ma'am." "Ma'am," she thought as she nodded and he slid his rock hard penis into her slippery cove," I'm old enough to be his mother and he's slipping me a hard one." Jeff lasted only about a minute and a half before he grunted and began spewing into her warm depths. He came for almost as long as had screwed her. "For intensity, he rated number one," she thought to herself. Seth and Peter appeared at her side again. They had brought her a pillow and laid her gently back on the table with the pillow supporting her back, neck and head. "There's some more guys here who want to fuck you," Peter tactlessly whispered in her ear. "They've all heard what a great pussy you've got," Seth added. "I told them you were great." While all the chatter was going off in her ear she felt yet another rod slide home. She looked up into the smiling face of the blackest young man she'd ever seen. "Gee, ma'am. What they said is true your are beautiful and, and, and, I just love the way your pussy feels 'round my dick." "Shit," she thought; she'd already lost count of how many guys she'd banged tonight already. Was it four, or five, the young black man tensed, his eyes rolled back in his head and he grimaced as though he'd been gut shot. Jackie sure did love seeing this young man enjoy himself. The next two young men were white and Asian and lasted about a total of a minute each. She felt the pool of semen on the table and it was seeping back up around her ass cheeks. Sometime during the rutting she was getting her skirt had been pulled up over her head and all she was wearing now was her pair of white canvas shoes and matching socks. She had to pee and sat up. The young Asian was just leaving the room as he was tucking in his shirt and Jason, Peter and Seth were still standing around her like they were afraid she were going to run off. "I need to pee," Jackie said "and I need another drink, too. I'm likely to come to my senses and realize that I've fucked eight or nine of you already. Peter produced a white terry robe and draped it loosely over her shoulders and helped her off of the table. Her ass drug across the pool of semen that she had ejected and it dropped in gobs on the wooden floor. "Oh, gross," she said as she was led by the arm to a nearby john with the slick, silvery goo running down the insides of both her thighs. As she emerged from the bathroom after relieving herself and cleaning up a bit, she was quickly handed another glass of grog and Seth held another in his other hand in case she needed more sedation. She looked out through the door into the dimly lit meeting room and saw only Jason and one other handsome young man standing beside the table. "One more, I can do one more," she thought to herself as she gauged this new young man to be the pick of the litter. Her husband had always talked about her "getting it" from a group of men while they were having sex. She wondered if he'd believe her tomorrow when she told him of this escapade? She tottered out to the table, recently swabbed of the cum of her aforetold harem and the floor had been wiped as well. The handsome young man lifted her deftly onto the table and whispered in her ear, "I hear you're quite a woman." He tugged the tie of the robe open and fondled her breasts and ran his hands up her thighs and to her hips. "Undo my pants so we can get busy," he panted. She felt between his legs for the steely hard cock; she wouldn't be disappointed. This young man was quite the cocksman. No simple sawing in and out like so many of her other inexperienced lovers of the night and he was no quick gun either. He screwed with style and she was purring like a kitten as he took her through orgasm after orgasm before he blasted his load into her. As her last lover backed away from the table she saw another had been admitted to the room and he was jacking his ebony rod with his right hand. He stepped between her legs, gripped her thighs and slid his pole home and commenced pounding his thick, black meat into her pink pussy without so much as a word. She lost track of the next few men that penetrated her. It was a blur. They must have made the last drink extra strong to ensure her compliance with their horny desires or else she was purposefully blotting it out to justify her slutty behavior. She drifted from one orgasm to another as they pounded her with their fuck sticks and was only slightly aware when each clenched and spilled their silvery seed into her warm hole. "Big John," was all she heard and when she looked up she realized why. A huge black man had entered the room. He must have been 6'6" and weighed over 300 pounds. He had a huge chest and arms to match. "So, this is the little fuck princess all the boys been talkin' about," he said as he stepped between her outspread knees ran a fat thumb over her cum coated pussy, clit and blonde pubic patch before lifting it toward her face and rubbing it across her lips. "You been good to all these fraternity brothers? I hear you been real good to most of 'em. Well, you see. I'm the closer as it were. I'm the last dick you'll have to worry about tonight hon'." He reached to his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled out a member that looked more like an arm than a cock. "You see why they call me "Big John" baby?" Jackie looked on in awe as he positioned the shiny black head between her pussy lips. Jason, Peter, Seth and some of the other "fuckees" also gathered around to watch as John slid his meat into her warm depths. John dragged the head of his enormous member the length of her well fucked slit several times as if painting it with the cum deposited by the others standing around watching the spectacle before them. Jackie lay there propped on her pillow and looking down at her sperm filled pussy as the fat head of the huge black man's cock massaged it. He used his hand on the shaft of his tool and ran the head the entire length of her slit pausing momentarily to pay special attention to her clitoris. "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm. This sure is some fine looking pussy here, honey. You must be one hot piece to have drained all this out of these young boys here. Ol' John boy going to try to not disappoint you too bad now." With that John slowly started to ease his massive fuck stick into Jackie's quivering box. His fleshy bulldozer pushed her inner lips inside her pussy and his girth filled her so that the semen of her earlier lovers was forced out around the shaft of the large black man. "Howeeee, look at all the cum come out of this girl. You guys did a good job of fuckin' her. Look at all that love juice she had in her.... and look at all of John she got in her now." His pubic patch was flush up against hers and soaking up some of the combined fluids of her pussy and that of the number of cocks who hand spent their loads inside her. Jackie hadn't remembered being this full since she had given birth to her two babies but that wasn't nearly as pleasurable as this huge piece of meat wedged into her now! John pulled his ebony rod almost completely out of her which left her quim gaping open and a river of cum running out the bottom of her opening. He thrust back into her and buried the entire length of his shaft to his nutsack in her blonde hair covered snatch. He withdrew again and stabbed his length into her again eliciting a grunt with each thrust. Schoolteacher's Initiation John picked up the pace and a low chant began from the nearly 20 college age men ringed around the blonde and the black man who was pummeling her with his love pole. A distinctive sloshing noise was heard with each in-stroke as his dick slid into her well fucked depths. Jackie felt his scrotum contact her ass cheeks with each inward thrust and felt them clinging wetly to her bottom as he withdrew that hard-as-steel ebony rod. He had hooked his arms under her knees and was burying his full length into her as he twirled each nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each of his huge hands. The crowd around her jockeyed for position so they could watch her white pussy swallow his massive log each time he stoked her love furnace. They were in awe of her ability to accept that huge piece of cock as it exposed itself each time before being buried ball deep into her cum coated quim. Big John slogged himself in and out of that forty-something schoolteacher like he'd never have another piece of ass in his life. His hips pistoned that slippery pole into and out of her like a machine set on warp drive. Sweat poured off of his dark face and dripped wetly onto her chest as she flailed her head from side to side as she accepted the thrusting again and again. "Okay, baby. Grand finale time," John grunted as he lengthened and quickened his stroke signaling the verge of his climax. "Here it comes, here it comes, uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh." He stabbed into her once twice and then buried that fat, black rod deep inside her. Jackie could feel his cock pulsing in her vagina as he shot stream after stream of cum into her hot cave. Jason quickly took charge and ushered his ogling frat brothers out of the room. Many were resistant as the wanted to see Big John's "Big John" slide from the blonde's well-fucked hole. Big John looked down into the blondes' blue eyes, "Baby, you are some kind of woman. Let's get you cleaned up." The huge black man handed her the terry robe she had been given earlier and slipped it over her arms and shoulders as she sat on the table with his softening member still inside her. "It'll be easier to walk if you take that thing out of me," she chuckled. "Oh, yeah. Johnny likes it in there. He wants to stay....but all great things must come to an end." He withdrew his slightly deflated member as a river of silver goo spilled out of her, onto the table and spread wetly onto her ass where it met the table. His large, black member was covered in silvery ooze as it hung half-erect still pointing at the well used crevice between Jackie's thighs. "Damn, I've done a few of these in my lifetime but I've never had any quite as hot as you", John cooed as he helped her slide off the table. Jackie had been feeling bad about her aging body, her widening hips and he general effects of gravity and time on her body. The large black man's comments pleased her in a base sort of way. She was still able to arouse men, young men, and several of them, even after several others had used her. "Let's get you someplace more private," Jason, who the blonde schoolteacher had all but forgotten about, said. "He ushered her by an elbow to a well lit flight of stairs that descended downward. "My clothes, I need to get my clothes," she protested about halfway down the stairs. "Uh, well, you see," Jason explained, "they sort of got used for cleaning up. You wouldn't want to be seen in them right now. Uh, uh... Some of the guys cleaned off on them and used them to mop up the floor and tabletop. Sorry, someone is washing them up right now and will have them back to you soon. Jackie was pissed. "Little fuckers, probably used my panties to wipe their cocks off after they had dumped their loads in me." Jason led her to an ominous looking door with a keypad entry system and punched in a couple of numbers and he swung the door open after the latch electronically unlocked. "Our landlady likes to have some of the guys over sometimes, but only at her discretion so she keeps things sort of secure. She has a nice bath facility that will be totally private you can clean up in, shower, bath...whatever you feel like and then I can call you a cab and you can go out her private entrance." "My aren't we the gentleman," she thought to herself. "A pack of men just gang banged me and stood around ogling me as that huge black man rammed his beast into me and now he's going to let me leave from a private entrance." The tunnel must have run under ground for nearly a block. The corridor was well lit and the carpeted surface absorbed the sound as Jason sweet-talked his friends' recent focus of penile pleasure. They approached another door identical to the one they had just entered and the door swung open automatically when the motion sensor detected the to in the area in front of the door The door swung open into a large Roman bath type area. A large whirlpool bubbled at its center. The pale blue and white tiled floor, walls and pillars gave every indication that a Roman orgy could have taken place there only minutes before. "This is our land ladies orgy room. She selects guys from the house to make "rent" payments every so often so they come over and work off our house payments. Here, here's her bathroom facility. I think you'll find what you need her to clean up. I'll wait for you out in the whirlpool. Take your time." The room was exquisite. Gray tile on the walls and floor, a toilet and a bidet, a shower in a huge stall with multiple heads, two sinks, and full size mirrors over the sink counter. Huge, fluffy towels hung on racks in all parts of the room. The lighting was bright as Jackie slipped off the canvas shoes she had worn throughout the entire episode and set them and the socks on the floor under the sink counter. She slid the robe off her shoulders and looked at herself in the mirrors. Her eyes were first drawn to the copious amount of secretion that had again run out of her nether orifice and ran in rivulets down the inside of her thighs. Gravity seemed to have had its effect on the sperm that filled her womb and vagina. She spent only a moment looking at her drooping breasts and the other self-perceived flaws of her nearly 50ish body. "Why would all those guys want to hump me?" She used the toilet and bidet to clean the lion's share of the sex cream off her body. A small cabinet held a selection of self-applicator douches so she helped herself to one of them as well to try to rid her depths of all that semen. Her pussy lips were sore from all of the thrusting she had absorbed and her inner thighs and pubic mound felt bruised as well from the slapping assault by the groins of all those young, male bodies. She looked at the digital controls for the shower and touched the temperature and force of the water she wanted and then stepped into the chamber with water cascading over her from all directions. She found as she moved that the showerheads seemed to move with her. She backed into a corner and found a seat that allowed her to recline while the water jets stimulated her skin. She ran her hands up and down the length of her body and held her sex folds open to the water running over her body. She stood and touched the off button on the shower controls inside the booth and the water instantly stopped. She reached for one of the oversized towels on the rack immediately outside the stall and began dabbing the water from her skin. She emerged from the bathroom with the towel wrapped around her body and found Jason sitting half submerged in the whirlpool bath in the middle of the room. "Come here and I'll give you a rubdown," he cooed to her. She walked to the edge of the pool and descended the steps that dropped into the water and self-consciously dropped the towel on the way to the young man. He directed her to an underwater bench, more of a pedestal anyway that she found conformed perfectly to her seat. He lubed his hands with some sort of massage oil and began working on her neck and shoulders. The pressure of his hands felt wonderful and the churning water around her made her relax. His hands slid over and around her with skill; he knew how and where to touch her. He eased her from her seated position and silently led her to another part of the pool and directed her to lie face down. She had missed this feature of the pool. The contour allowed room for her breasts and even though it was made out of tile, provided a comfortable position with about half of her body out of the water. The water jets located along the sides of the area streamed water over her body, as though she were a stone in a stream. Jason again plied his hands to her body and worked her from the nape of her neck to the balls of her feet. His hands coursed freely over her body like he had known her for years rather than the few hours of actual time. "How, many," she asked. "How many what," he replied in feigned ignorance. "You know....how many were there...? "Oh, these parties are hard to tell, two maybe three hundred...." "No," she protested, her voice showing her anxiety, "how many, you know, how many fucked me?" "Oh, that," he said still playing Mr. Innocent as his hand ran up over her upturned ass and back down. "Not sure," he lied, "these things just sort of have a way of happening." She doubted that he didn't know; especially since Big John's appearance had seemed to be quite planned out. "I'd better be going," she said as she started to rise to a seated position. Just as the top half of her body cleared the bubbling water the tunnel door opened and a male figure appeared. She quickly ducked into the churning water to hide herself. Jason remained standing. "Her are your clothes, ma'am, er, Jackie." She recognized the other man as Peter, the young black man who was such a good dancer, and lover she found herself thinking. "I'm sorry but the blouse and your underwear sort of disappeared," he lied. He knew full well that the blouse was purposefully discarded and that the bra and panties were going on the wall of their trophy room along with a Polaroid of her being drilled by one of her many lovers that night. It had been a long-standing tradition of the house to display the undergarments and a photo of any woman who had been seduced into a gang sex scene with the brothers. Her bra and panties where furled there on a wall of a secure room and the photo was pinned on top of the crotch of her panties. "I found some new panties and a T-shirt upstairs but that's the best I can do," Peter said in mock sincerity. Jackie could see that he wasn't going to leave so walked out of the pool up the steps and retrieved the towel in route as much to cover her self as to dry off. The panties were a black satin and had "I lost my panties at a house party" printed on the front of the panel in read letters. She had little choice but to pull them on. Her skirt had been washed and dried but was still damp in the waistband. The T-shirt was oversized and she quickly pulled it on over her head to cover herself. "The effect of the alcohol must be wearing off," she thought to herself because she was suddenly self-conscious of her nudity. She didn't even look in the mirror at what the text was saying on the shirt but she asked if they would call her a cab. "Already done and waiting at the curb. Fare is already paid to anywhere in the city." The two young men escorted her up a set of stairs and down a hallway to a door that opened onto the street. They walked her to the cab and opened the door for her. "Thanks Jackie," they said almost in unison as she slid into the back seat of the cab. She wondered what had gotten into her all the way to the motel. On one level she felt great having appealed to all those young men and having gotten them excited enough to have sex with her and to ejaculate into her and on a more commonsense level she was ashamed of herself for her slutty behavior. She walked through the entrance of the motel and to her room. Her roommate was already in bed so she quietly let herself into the bathroom to take another shower. She felt some more cream oozing out of her sex crevice. As soon as she turned on the light in the bathroom and saw the message on the front of the shirt she instantly felt her stomach churn. The message emblazoned in red letters on the navy blue T-shirt said in quotation marks, "I participated in a 21 gun salute at the ____house." "That little fucker knew just how many of them had been in me," she said out loud to herself. She turned around and found a number of graphics on the back of the shirt. She quickly pulled it off over her head and stood there topless as she looked at the handwritten names scrawled on each numbered replica of a rifle and bayonet. "Jason, #1; Peter, #2, Seth; #3........Big John, #21." She pulled off the skirt and panties and threw them in the trash and spent about an hour in a scalding hot shower trying to wash off her shame and disgust. The bedside clock said 2:07. Her flight out was at 9:00. Only 5 hours until she could leave this behind her. She slept soundly for what was left of that night. Her body had never experienced the sort of gutwrenching work from orgasm after orgasm. She was awakened at 6:30 by the alarm Tracy, her roommate had set. Jackie's first thought was of her aching head, hung over; and then of the ache in her groin. All the events of last evening came flooding back. She opened her eyes to see Tracy getting out of bed wearing her T-shirt! She thought she had put it in the trash. She was too shocked to even say anything as she tried to focus her eyes. As Tracy stood and headed to the bathroom the first thing she noticed was the huge wet spot on the tail of the T-shirt...and then focused on the names on the back ...the names on the back of her shirt were different! Tracy emerged from the bathroom only seconds later holding Jackie's shirt out in front of her. "You, too," she asked already knowing what the answer was before Jackie had time to respond. "Those little fuckers," she hissed. "Yeah, I guess they really were, weren't they?" They'd have lots to talk about on the way to the airport.