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                  Teachers Pet and Other Things

                          by Dr Watson


     It was 1975.  I had started teaching at Madison High in the
fall.  Fresh out of school.  I was one of the three new teachers at
the school and the only new black male teacher.  The school, though
integrated, was located in the black ghetto and had a predominantly
black student body and faculty.

     The faculty was the usual assortment with most being aging
civil servants  that were just marking time until retirement.
There were only a few of the brothers in the crowd.  One was John
Baker, the Dean of Boys so powerfully built that he could
intimidate a grizzly bear.  Two of the coaches were known as Butch
and Link.  If they had given names, I never heard them.  Butch and
I became friends and he kept me tuned into what was happening at
the school.

     The female teachers were for the most part a sorry lot.  Old
maids and uptight little housewives that wouldn't think of saying
any thing to a young black teacher.

     One was exceptionally well built though.  Her name was Jan
Fritz.  Instead of calling her Mrs. Fritz, the students and male
faculty called her Mrs. Tits.  She had what must have been 40DD
tits and stood about 5' 11" tall.  Despite being incredibly stuck-
up like the rest of the white women, she wore tight miniskirts that
showed off her long legs and great ass.  When she walked down the
hall, all of the male heads turned to follow her bobbing tits and
ass.  I don't think I was able to say three words to her the first
months I was there.

     Being the "new-kid-on-the-block", I was not up on the social
scene of the faculty.  I used my time in serious pursuits.  Most of
my evenings were spent doing lesson plans and grading homework.  I
quickly discovered that it was unwise to give extensive homework
assignments.  The kids resented it and me for assigning all that
work.  In addition, it meant more work for me to in grading the
stuff.

     This was the pattern of my life.  It all changed one blustery
day in mid-October.  I had ground's duty at lunch time the day of
the October PTA meeting.  Butch came over to talk to me while I was
keeping an eye on the parade field.

     "How's it hanging, my man?" he asked.

     "Oh, pretty good.  And you?"

     "Couldn't be better.  Couldn't be better.  You got any plans
tonight after the meeting?"

     "No.  Why do you ask?"

     "Let me ask you.  How do you feel about white pussy?"

     "I don't know, I never had any.  I guess it's like any other."

     "No, No, my man.  White girls have a thing for black cock.
They scream.  They holler.  They just can't seem to get enough of
it.  I don't think you have ever had any pussy, black or while.
With the right white bitch, even YOU can feel like the greatest
lover in the world."

     "Sounds good to me.  What's the drill?"

     "I am asking for $25 each -- just to pay my expenses mind
you."

     "Sounds cheap enough if the girl is good."

     "The best man.  Would you believe, our Mrs. Tits?"

     "Now you're shitting me.  No way."

     "Listen to me man.  She parties.  I've had parties with her
before."

     "I still say you're shitting me.  She's so stuck-up, her feet
don't even touch the ground."

     "I'm telling you, I've fucked her.  I've been to her house and
taken Link with me too.  We've both fucked her."

     "Oh yeah?  And where was her husband?  Holding your coat?"

     "No, he's one of those honkey shit heads that think work is
more important than pussy.  He works night and day, and leaves his
hot little wife at home alone."

     "You know I have heard stories that she and Ralph had a thing
going."  (Ralph is the Vice-Principal.  He is white, middle-aged
and not very good looking.)

     "That was her first year here last year.  His wife got wind of
it and threatened to kill him if he didn't stop seeing her.  Word
was that her husband knew about what was going on but couldn't or
wouldn't do anything about it.  Baker moved in on her late last
year.  He's the one that tipped me off about her."

     "Shit, count me in.  Does she do this often?"

     "No, this is a little surprise party we've got planned for
her."

     "Now wait a minute man.  She doesn't know?  I mean we've just
going to show up at her house?"

     "Look, I told her that I was uncomfortable with her kid around
so we needed to go to a motel.  There will be about six of us.
She'll be surprised all right but will love it.  I showed up at her
house with Link and she damn near went crazy at the idea of two men
at once.  She was insatiable.  She just couldn't get enough black
dick so don't worry.  Her husband doesn't let her drink when he's
around.  Get her a little blitzed and she will let you do anything
to her"

     "Ok, so what time is this little event going to take place and
where?"

     "I figure we can cut out of the PTA meeting about 7:30 and
make it to the La Quinta out on the Interstate by 7:45.  The rest
of you can trickle out after we leave.  I will let you know the
room number tonight at the meeting.  I will have her there and
start getting her drunk before you guys get there."

     "All right, here's my contribution," I said fishing into my
wallet for the money.


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

     That night, the meeting was as boring as you would expect.
The only thing that made it bearable was the prospect of what was
to come.  Just before the meeting was called to order, Butch came
over and told me to meet Link in front of room 225 at 8:00.  I
later watched as he and Jan slipped out about 7:30.  I saw Link and
a few of other teachers slip out a few minutes later.  Then it was
my turn.

     I drove a couple of miles to the Interstate and then east to
the motel.  The motel was one of those along the Interstate between
the highway and the service road.  Room 225 was upstairs around
back facing the Interstate.  It was well placed so that our comings
and goings would be out of sight of the office.

     Link wasn't there yet.  I saw about a half a dozen cars with
guys setting in them so I figured that I had some how managed to
beat Link.  About 8:05, Butch came out and we all got out of our
cars to go and meet him.  There were eight of us counting Butch.
I didn't recognize half of the guys.  The only thing common about
us was we were all black.  Butch told us that Link was to bring the
beer and should be along shortly.  He said he had told Jan that he
was going for more beer.  About this time Link pulled up and we all
helped unload the beer while Butch went back up stairs.

     "Hey bitch, why aren't you out of those clothes?  Get them off
right now!"  We all heard him yell while standing in the open door
way.

     We moved up the stairs to just outside the room.  Butch held
out his hand to show that we should wait.  The thought of her
taking off her clothes in that room for the nine of us was giving
me a boner that wouldn't quit.

     "That's ok.  You can leave that on," he said as he signaled us
to come in.  As we were moving into the room, he said, "We needed
so much beer that I had to get it delivered."

     Once in the room, I saw her naked, but for a garter-belt and
stockings, on the bed.  She looked frightened.  She was gripping
the bed but not making any move to coverup.  Butch moved quickly to
her side with a can of beer while Link fastened the door behind us.

     "Now babe, I know how much you love black dicks so I arranged
for a few of our friends to help you out.  Here drink this.  It
will help relax you,"  Butch told her in his calmest voice.  He
began rubbing her tits and practically pouring the beer into her
mouth which kept her from saying much about what was going on.
"We're going to thrill you babe."

     Link motioned for the rest of us to gather around the bed.  We
knelt down next to her and started stroking her.  I was down by her
right leg and started stroking the inside of her thigh.  The guys
holding her arms were rubbing her tits.  I could feel her tremble.
I could not tell if it was from fear or passion.

     Link striped off his pants and announced that he was going
first before the rest of us stretched her out.  When he had his
pants off, he said, "Hold the bitch's legs open for me."

     Link didn't have the biggest dick in the world.  It looked to
only be about five inches long, but when he touched her pussy, she
started moaning like he had a horse cock.  Butch had moved away
from her mouth and had two guys holding down her arms while I and
another guy were holding her legs.  The other three guys were
taking off their clothes.

     "Don't . . . don't cum in me, pleeease," she gasped between
Link's thrusts.  "I don't have any protection yet."

     "Tough, slut.  I don't want you turning me white with that
silly foam of yours, so forget it," Link said and at the same time
started pounding harder.

     Link finished in just a few more moments.  Maybe the thought
of fucking a fertile, unprotected white woman gave him a little
extra incentive.  We all set back for a moment to think about what
we had just seen and decide who was next.  One of the guys holding
her arms held another can of beer up for her to drink.  They were
having a noticeable effect on her ability to talk.  As she finished
the beer, the next guy stepped between her legs.

     "Slut, this is Van.  He's going to be fucking you next.  He's
a fireman so he knows how to handle hoses," Butch called out from
across the room like some sports announcer giving the batting
order.

     I didn't know Van.  He had what looked to be a thin eight inch
dick that slid right into her well lubricated hole.  He began
working in and out of her slippery cunt.  Her moaning became louder
as he worked his prick in her.  I was mesmerized by his up and down
motion until I hear her moans become muffled.  One of the other
naked guys was pushing his thin prick into her mouth.  She was
starting to suck on it very enthusiastically.

     "That's right, suck that dick babe.  That licorice stick you
have in your mouth belongs to Pete.  He's the janitor at our sister
school.  It looks like he's going to clean your pipes,"  Butch
continued his play by play, or should I say blow by blow
description of the action on the bed.

     I continued to watch spellbound as this woman that I had
regarded as unapproachable was fucked at both ends by two brothers
that she had not met until tonight.  This stuck-up honkey bitch who
wouldn't even give me the time of day, was spread out now in front
of me ready to take on one man after another.  This southern belle
was having nigger sperm shot into her unprotected cunt and mouth.
My dick was so hard I couldn't stand it.

     Van was speeding up his pounding of her box.  He let out a
yelp as he came off deep inside her.  He rested a moment to catch
his breath and pulled out of her.  I looked at her open pussy with
cum oozing out and down to her asshole.  Pete took advantage of the
break in the action to reposition her so her head was at the edge
of the bed.  With her in this position, he was able to start
fucking her throat.  She made some muffled gasps between thrusts
and tried to wiggle away from him, but the fellows holding her arms
wouldn't let her get away.  Van in the meantime had replaced Mitch
holding her other leg and Roy was moving between her legs.  Roy had
a prick about the size of Van's and slid into her as easily.

     "A new prick bitch.  This is Roy.  Roy is an old friend of
mine.  He helped me in remodeling my house.  He's very good at his
hands.  He will soon be making an addition to you,"  Butch said
enjoying his wit and adding to her debasement.

     It was only a few years ago that we had been told that rape of
the whites was a political statement.  I had the heady felling that
we were making a statement here with sexual use of this white
woman.  That she was willing to be defiled did not alter the fact
that we were subjecting her to our sexual pleasure.  We were grudge
fucking her.  At that moment, she represented all of the affront
and indignity that any of us had ever suffered at the hands of
white people.  All of the contempt we had ever gotten from any of
the snooty honkey bitches.  "Yeah, fuck her harder.  Give it to
her," I found myself saying.

     Pete started coming off and pulled out of her mouth to spray
her face, hair and tits for our enjoyment.  He was adding to her
degradation.  She was merely a receptacle for our jizm.  Before the
evening was over, we would wash her inside and out with our semen.
As Pete recovered, he came to take my place.  I stood up and began
removing my clothes and waiting my turn at her cunt.

     Mitch now moved to her mouth.  He grabbed her by the back of
her head and forced his thin prick between her lips.

     "Hey cocksucker, this prick belongs to Mitch.  You know Mitch
the social worker at our school.  We all hope he doesn't have a
social disease.  I told you who it was as I figured you couldn't
see him for all of the cum in your eyes," Butch said.

     Pete was soon finishing his work between her legs and I
pressed between them.  Her pussy was wide open and oozing cum but
I was so excited by the prospect of fucking this white bitch.

     "Greg is fucking you now.  He may even be a virgin so be
gentle with him," Butch said to a chorus of laughter.

     I could barely feel her cunt around my dick but I didn't lack
for excitement.  Her huge tits looked up at me and begged to be
sucked.  They were too grimy from sweat and cum to make this an
attractive prospect.  I contented myself with resting my hands on
them while squeezing and twisting them.  It was obvious that others
had done this before me as her tits were already showing some
bruising from the rough handling we were giving her.  I watched as
Mitch begin trusting violently in her mouth.  She fought to keep up
with his spurting dick but some slipped out of the corners of her
mouth.  As he pulled out of her, the last few spurts went with
others on her sticky wet face.

     I heard some discussion behind me while the remaining two guys
were figuring out who would get her mouth and who would get her
cunt.  One looked to be a young boy and the other was a rough
looking character who insisted on getting her cunt.  The young boy
took his place at her mouth.  His tentative actions brought Jan to
get one of her hands loose to bring the boys cock to her.  She had
an impish look about her as she felt him tense when her tongue
touched the head of his prick.

     "Another one to be gentle with bitch.  This is Earl.  He is
Mitch's nephew and he is only 13," said Butch.  "He will probably
be in one of your classes next year.  I wonder what grade you will
give him for tonight's lesson."

     At this, Jan seemed to redouble her action on the boy's cock.
This was too much for me and I shot off so hard in her in her, it
hurt.  I half collapsed between her legs.  I did not get to rest
long though.  The rough guy wanted his turn and started pulling me
off of her.  He practically fell on her while jamming a very large
prick into her.  She let out a gasp but kept on sucking Earl for
all she was worth.

     "This last prick belongs to George, a cousin of mine,"  Butch
continued his announcements.  "He is definitely not a virgin but
hasn't been with a woman in five years.  George just got out of
prison so you had better watch out when he starts to cum.  He may
drown you.  Then again, by now he may be more turned on by the
boy's ass in front of him."

     With George, it was most certainly a grudge fuck.  I found out
later that he was sent up for rape and was using Jan to get back at
the women who put him in prison.  He was pounding her hard until
the boy came and moved away from her.  With him out of the way,
George pulled her legs up and almost bent her double to get the
deepest penetration.  He was pushing into her so deep and hard that
he was knocking the breath out of her with each thrust.  She was
letting out gasps as she tried to breathe between each plunge.  The
gasps became weaker and we realized that she had passed out.

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

     When we had all had a turn at fucking her, we took a break.
It was about 9:00.  We had been fucking her almost continuously for
almost an hour.  She lay on the bed moaning and slowly rolling
slightly from side to side jerking occasionally.  Her body
glistened from a combination of sweat and cum.  Her hair was matted
and wet.  After a few minutes, her breathing returned to normal and
she began to take more notice of her surroundings.

     "I have to go home," she said.

     "Go get yourself cleaned up,"  Butch told her.  She slowly
obeyed him, and staggered off into the bathroom.

     "She is some piece of ass, where do you find them,"  said
Earl.

     "I keep telling you, they are all around you,"  Butch replied.

     "Yeah, I'd like to get some more of her.  She is the hottest
quim I've ever seen," said Mitch.

     "Damn, I wanted to fuck her ass too," said George.

     "Have no fear gentlemen, the night is still young," answered
Butch.  "While you were getting your jollies, I took the bitches
clothes and car keys and stuck them in my car.  She's not going any
place for a while.  Also Baker says she loves it in the ass and if
she can take Baker's donkey dong, she won't have any trouble taking
you guy's little dicks.

     Jan reentered the room.  She still looked pretty strung-out
but was considerably cleaned-up.  She was looking for her clothes.

     "Where are my clothes?"  she asked.

     "Don't worry about them right now.  Say why don't you go get
me a Coke?"  Butch said.

     Jan looked around the room some more.  "Where are the Cokes?"
she asked.

     "Oh they're in the vending machine a couple of doors down,"
Butch told her.

     A look of horror spread over her face.  "I can't go out there
like this,"  she said.

     "Sure you can.  There's nobody out there this time of night
and besides, you don't get your clothes back until you do,"  Butch
threatened.

     She started to protest and then realized it would be futile.
With a look of resignation, she held out her hand to him for some
money.  He gave her the change for the machine.  Link got the door
for her.  As she left the room, she was holding one arm over her
ample tits and one over her pussy.  She reminded me of that
painting of Venus rising from the surf.  It was obviously hard for
her to move and shield herself at the same time.  We all got a
laugh out of her efforts.

     "Are you sure it's wise to send her out like that?  Somebody
might see her and report it,"  Link said.

     "The chances of anyone seeing her and wanting to do anything
about it are too small to worry about.  I wanted to show the bitch
who was in control.  Besides, if anybody did investigate, she
rented the room in her name.  She invited us to come over and ball
her.  The thing just wouldn't play any other way,"  Butch
explained.

     Link had closed the door so she had to knock to get back in.
Butch signaled for him to take his time.  Just as he opened the
door for her, we heard a long blast on an air horn from an 18-
wheeler on the Interstate.  Evidently someone saw her and
appreciated it.  She came in all flushed and shivering from her
experience.  When she had recovered, she brought Butch his Coke.

     "Can I have my clothes now?" she asked.

     "Now why would you want them?  We still have plenty of beer
and as you can see the guys have fresh hard-ons they want you to
take down for them," Butch told her.

     "But I have to get home before my husband does.  I have a
babysitter that can't stay out too late,"  she pleaded.

     "Don't worry.  We will have you home before your husband gets
off work.  It's only 9:15 and I know he doesn't get off until after
midnight.  Your babysitter lives next door so she can stay a little
later.  Have another beer,"  Butch suggested.

     "Thanks," she said taking a beer from Link.  "You promise I
will be home before my husband gets home?"

     "I promise babe," said Butch.

     "Ok," she said chugging her beer, "who's on first?"

     Link again went first.  He lay down on the bed giving us a
wink where she couldn't see.  She straddled his body and slowly
impaled herself on his revived dick.  Once completely on him she
leaned over to steady herself.  Link reached up had pulled her down
on him.  She was enjoying being held close to him.  He motioned to
Roy to come up behind her.  She didn't know that Roy was behind her
until she felt his prick press against her little brown anus.  She
tried to squirm away immediately but Link held her fast.

     "No, please, not like that, not here," she begged.

     "We know you like it bitch, so just settle back and enjoy it,"
Butch advised.

     Submitting she said, "At least use something to lubricate me."

     With that, Mitch reached over and poured some beer down the
crack of her ass toward her asshole.  We all laughed at that.  Roy
used the beer to wet his cock and began again to wedge it into her
backdoor.  She buried her face in Link's shoulder, too embarrassed
to face us.  We had heaped yet another indignity on her to add to
her defilement.  Roy was now sliding in and out of her slippery
anus while we watched and waited our turn in her butt.

     As we watch, we could see that the double assault was having
it's effect on her.  Slowly at first and then faster she was
working herself back on to the impaling penises.

     "Oh yes, fuck me hard!  Fuck my ass!  Yes!" she was crying.

     Roy couldn't stand very much of this and soon shot off in her.
He quickly crawled off and was replaced by Mitch.  Roy got up and
walked to the head of the bead and offered his cock to her to clean
off with her tongue.  She shook her head to refuse.  Roy grabbed
her hair and forced her mouth onto his prick.  She looked like a
pink pig skewered on these black pricks.  When she was finished she
asked for another beer with cum leaking from her mouth down on her
tits.  Roy held it up to her mouth and she drained about half of
it.  As Mitch finished, he too moved to her mouth and Pete took his
place in her soft, round rump.  Earl just wanted a blow job so it
was my turn to fuck her butt.

     I had never fucked a woman in the ass before.  I was looking
forward to it and so was my Johnson.  I eased up between her spread
legs.  Cum was oozing out of her open asshole as she lay inert on
Link (how he was able to keep from cumming off is beyond me).  Her
ass had been so stretched that it wouldn't close and remained open
and inviting.  I thought of how this woman had snubbed me at
school.  I thought of all of the whites that had ever snubbed me
and jammed my prick into her as hard as I could.  I was rewarded by
a gasp from her.  I began pounding into her butt.  Soon she was
moving back to meet my thrusts.  In a few moments, her body was
convulsing.  I thought that after the first time I would be able to
hold off longer, but when she started shaking, I reached the point
of no return in cumming and just had to pound faster.  With a gasp,
I came too.

     She had been given more beer between sucking dick clean.  When
I got out of her ass and up to her mouth, she was barely conscious.
I was able to get her to lick me a little, but it was very
uncoordinated.  She only grunted as George buttfucked her as hard
as he could.  She couldn't move back to meet his thrust as she had
the rest of us.  She had passed out again.

     When George finished, Link finally moved out from under her
and took his place at her rear.  He looked down at her well-fucked
ass and tried to get some friction on his prick.  "Damn, she's got
so much jizm in her that I can't even feel her asshole."  So he
decided to take her pussy instead.  She had cleaned up a bit after
the first round, but she still had a lot of cum in her pussy too.
It took him sometime to get off in her pussy.

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

     When Link finished it was about 10:30.  Butch had kept his
clothes on and didn't fuck the bitch.  I don't know why he didn't
fuck her too, but he didn't.  Butch pulled an instant camera from
under his chair.  He approached the bed and shot a picture of her
upturned ass with a gaping hole seeping cum.  Butch then asked us
to turn her over on her back.  He wanted her setting-up in the bed
with her legs spread.  When he had her where he wanted her, he
asked us to gather on either side of her and shot another picture
showing her nude between eight buck-naked bucks.  He moved and shot
another picture so close that it could only have shown our cocks.

     "Hey, can you get a picture of me with my dick in her mouth?"
asked Van.  "I want to have something to show the guys at the
firehouse."

     We all stepped back so that he could get a good picture.  When
we saw the pictures, we all had to have a shot of her with our
dicks in her mouth.

     With our souvenir pictures, we began to dress and leave.  As
I was finishing dressing, Butch came over and asked me to help him
get her home.  He said he would bring me back for my car later.  We
used a blanket from the bed to cover her and with one of us under
each arm, Butch and I took her down the steps to her car.  When we
got her in the passenger seat of the car, I saw what a mess she
was.  Her hair was matted with cum and sweat.  Cum was running down
both legs.  She reeked of sex.

     I got in and followed Butch to her house.  I was nervous about
being at her house when her husband came home but Butch assured me
that he would not be home for at least another hour.  When we got
there, Butch went up to the door and gave the babysitter some song
and dance about Jan being ill and that we would see to her.  He
paid her out of Jan's purse with a generous tip.  She was leaving
as we were getting Jan out of her car.  I know that she saw that
Jan was naked under the blanket from the shocked expression on her
face but she said nothing to us.

     We got her into the house and I wanted to take her to the
bathroom to clean her up.  Butch said to take her to her bedroom.

     "If her husband sees her like this he will know that she had
to have been fucked by a bunch of guys," I protested.

     "So, let him know what a slut he married.  It will do him some
good," Butch retorted.  "Let the honky bastard know that his wife
is having to get her jollies from nigger dicks.  Hell, he may even
get off on having a slut for a wife.  I've heard stories about some
limp-dicked white boys that like to watch other men shag their
ol'ladies."

     "I thought you might want to do her again sometime.  She will
probably never speak to you again.  Hell, she may even cry rape."

     "That's why I had her get the room before the meeting.  We
have witnesses that will say she must have planned the rendezvous.
As for doing it again, of course we will do it again.  Hasn't it
soaked in to you yet that she is a nympho.  Hell, Baker got her so
drunk she passed out.  Reamed her ass on her living room floor.
Left her spread out with her ass toward the door just a few minutes
before her husband was due home.  He waited at the corner where he
could see the front door when her husband found her.  He said it
was priceless to see him freeze in the door as he saw his wife's
open asshole with cum pouring out.  He went to see her a few days
later and she acted as if nothing had happened.  She needs it like
an addict needs a fix.  She will be back wanting more and probably
within the week," Butch answered.

     Butch left the photo with just our cocks hanging over her on
his night stand.  As a final insult Butch took her lipstick and
wrote GREAT LAY on her tits.  We covered her up.  We left her for
her husband to find her scum covered and with graffiti on her tits.

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

     We did, indeed, have more sessions like that with Jan for a
couple of months.  Butch showed the group picture of her to the
black members of the football team and promised that if they took
the conference title, he would arrange a party with her for them.
They did and he did.

     After about two months, it all stopped.  Jan seemed even more
distant.  Within four months we could all see why.  She was
pregnant.  As the year progressed, she got bigger and bigger.  When
ever her name was mentioned, it was usually accompanied with
snickers.

     Somehow she made it through that year, but didn't return in
the fall.  Rumor had it that the baby was black as could be
expected with all of that black cum she took in her holes.  It
seems her husband was finally forced to divorce her.  We also heard
that she had moved to another town to try to live down her
reputation.  The rumor said nothing about what she did about a
mulatto baby.

     I am still teaching and am married now.  I stay on the
straight and narrow in my marriage.  Though I am faithful to my
wife, I sometimes I take out the dog-eared picture of Jan with my
prick between her lips and remember the night that I lost my
virginity to a stuck-up white nympho.

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     This is the first story about Jan the slut.  If you liked it,
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                            Janslut4

              "My Wife, the sexiest woman in town"

     The first time I saw Jan, I knew she was something special.
Not just for the large breasts straining to get out of the
shortened wet T-shirt she was wearing, but her attitude.  She was
one of five girls that were dancing in a contest in Ft. Lauderdale
during spring break. She was the most sexually exciting woman I had
ever seen.  Not the prettiest of the contestants nor the one with
the biggest boobs, but there was something about her, something
that radiated sex, something brazen.  The other girls, though they
were enjoying the attention, looked uncomfortable baring their
breasts for the crowd.  She didn't look professional or anything
like that.  It was like she was getting off on exhibiting herself.

     I watched  her from the shadows.  I couldn't take my eyes off
of her.  Her enjoyment at her exposure was contagious.  She reviled
in the attentions of the men.  She was the fastest getting the wet
shirt off.  Her large, hard nipples stood almost an inch out from
her breasts.  From excitement or the cold?  They were tenting her
shirt before they poured the water over her chest.  She danced with
abandon to Mitch Rider's "Devil With The Blue Dress On".  I was
mesmerized.

     When all the contestants had danced, I was surprised that she
only took second place.  It soon became apparent that it was
because the winner had brought her own group of friends to act as
a cheering section.

     With the contest over, the girls slipped their clothes back
on.  Only Jan stayed in her cut-off T-shirt.  Her tits were groped
as she moved through the crowd.  Instead of being angry, she would
just smile at the fellows who were bold enough to try to feel her
up as she passed.  I watched as she made her way to the bar and
ordered a beer.  She was soon joined by two fellows, who if they
weren't twins, were at least brothers.  They looked too old to be
students.  Probably a couple of dirty old men hoping to score
during spring break.  They stood talking for a while and the three
of them left together before closing time.

     I don't know what possessed me, but I followed them.  They
went to a hotel on the strip and I watched as they got into a glass
elevator on the outside of the hotel.  They were the only ones in
the elevator.  I could see as it ascended that the two brothers
were had pulled up her shirt and were alternating between sucking
her breasts and pulling down her shorts.  The elevator stopped on
the eighth floor by which time, Jan was standing naked between the
two men.  I watched as they got out of the elevator and disappeared
from view.

     The next night, I was waiting in line for a table at a
restaurant and who but Jan should come up behind me.  When it
became apparent that singles were being seated in the least
desirable locations, I suggested we share a table and she accepted.

     We made the usual small talk during dinner:  where are from,
what school are you going to, what's your major, etc.  We tried to
keep it light, but we both noticed our immediate mutual attraction.
I tried to pay for her dinner, but she insisted that we were going
dutch as we had come in separately.

     After dinner we went out dancing.  We had a few drinks (mine
were non-alcoholic because of my Scuba classes) and I made excuses
for an early night.  We had both been on our best behavior.  I
didn't mention seeing her half naked in front of dozens of men the
night before nor did she mention it.  I didn't even try to kiss her
that first night.

     I slipped across the street to my car.  I had a ball cap and
a T-shirt in the back seat that I put on.  Then I watched to see
what she would do next.  I could not believe that she would want to
end her evening at 10:00 PM and I was hoping to see her dance
again.  I sensed that she wouldn't want to do that if I were
around.

     About 10:15, she came out dressed in short-shorts and a halter
top.  Her breasts were barely covered by the top and her ass checks
poked out below the shorts.  She went back to the clubs on the
strip.  After a few drinks, she started a conversation with one of
the men at the bar.  They left together about 10:50, and I followed
them out.  They went to a nearby hotel where he must have had a
room.  (Not only did these hotels not deal in the by-the-hour
trade, but all of the rooms in town were booked up months ago.)

     She came back down a little before midnight and went back to
the bar.  A short time later the new man she was drinking with must
have made a suggestion.  Jan looked at her watch and made a
different suggestion.  They headed out behind the bar into the
alley.  I watched from the shadows as they began kissing while he
opened up her blouse to play with her tits.  After a little of
this, she dropped down and opened his fly.  Pulling out his dick,
she proceeded to give him the blowjob of his life.

     When she finished, the guy walked off quickly, leaving her to
do up her clothes.  When she had finished, she went to Summer's for
the wet T-shirt contest again.  I stayed for part of the show, but
the need for sleep over came me.

     The rest of the week were virtual repeats of the first night.
I would drop her off early and then watched while she went back out
to get picked up in Penrod's before striping her clothes off at
Summer's.

     On Sunday, I saw her off at the airport.  I told her that I
would write.  What she didn't know was that a very old friend of
mine, Dave Miller, went to the same state college.  I asked him for
information about her.
     He returned a very interesting letter about the school nympho
who took on regiments of male students at frat and other parties
nearly every week-end.  He even forwarded me a copy of a Polaroid
taken at a friend of his bachelor party.  It showed her naked with
the groom-to-be in front of a room full of boys.  The groom, still
fully clothed was sucking on of her boobs while feeling-up her ass
as she smiled at the camera.  My friend was clearly one of the guys
in the background and there was no mistaking Jan's face and figure.

     The more I heard about her, a do anything girl, the more
captivated I became with her.  She became the object of my
fantasies.  I corresponded with her the rest of the year, but
looked forward the my friend's letters detailing those of her
exploits he knew about.

     We were married over Christmas break later that year.  She
went back to her school and I went back to mine.  She continued her
wicked ways at her college and my friend continued sending me as
many details as he could find out about.  When we finally were able
to live together, we moved to yet another college town where I
started grad school.

     Jan got a job as a teacher.  Between my stipend and her
salary, we did pretty well.  We screwed like rabbits every chance
we got. Sex was good and nearly normal.  Jan's one hold over from
her earlier days was her need about every week or so to drink and
engage in sex to the point that she passed out.  Our sex play
involved all manners of sex toys.  Who ever joked that the way to
cure a nymphomaniac was to marry her was wrong.  I simply could not
keep up with her at these times and had to have mechanical or
fantasy help.

     She stayed on the pill while I was in graduate school, so it
wasn't until almost three years after our marriage that our
daughter, Cari, was born.  We had stayed on in the college town for
almost a year after I got my Master's.  I got a great offer so we
moved after that school year back to my home town.

     Jan got teaching job for the next school year and we were
doing very well.  As a young engineer trying to work my way up to
senior engineer, I started putting in a lot of overtime.  I had
less time at home but Jan's appetites continued unabated.  I tried
to keep up with the demands the job and my wife's libido.

     This went on for several months.  After the first of the next
year, I noticed a decrease in Jan's cravings.  At first I barely
noticed it.  Then when it dawned on me that she was less sexually
demanding.  I guessed incorrectly that she was simply growing out
of her needs.  After about two months, Jan was back to her old self
and even more demanding.

     It wasn't until the spring that I found out what had happened.
We were at a party put on by one of the other faculty members.  I
had stepped into the kitchen to get Jan and I a drink.  As I was
starting out, I heard one of the male faculty members talking to
the husband of one of the teachers about Jan.  They were discussing
her tits as I stepped up behind them.  There was a partition
between us so they didn't see me.  I was interested in what they
would say about her.  Then the teacher launches into a story about
how the white Vice Principal (a 43 year old man) and Jan had had an
affair during the first part of the year.  The VP had bragged to
everybody about how much action she was giving him.  He even showed
her off to some of his friends when they would go out for drinks.
The upshot of it was, he had been too indiscreet about it and his
wife found out.  She had followed him one night and confronted the
happy couple.  After that, the VP's wife never let him out of her
sight.

     I was thunder struck.  It all became so clear to me.  The
dates were right.  That would explain why she didn't need as much
from me.  It all fit.  Knowing her history, it should have been the
first thing I thought of but it hadn't occurred to me.  It should
have though and it was circling in my brain.  At first, I was
jealous, but the more I thought about it the more turned on I got.
My wife with another man in my own home.  The years of fidelity had
dulled my sense of the excitement at my wife's sexual exploits.
The middle-aged VP was hardly the stuff of fantasies though.  It
did start me thinking about her fucking other men and reawakened
images I held of her being fucked by groups of men.

     After the affair with the Vice Principle, I became more alert
for signs that she was have an affair on the side.  When I felt her
becoming more secretive, I decided I would try to find out what was
happening.  The idea of her being with another man still excited me
and I wanted to know all about it.

     I put some of my engineering know-how to work on the problem.
I made the excuse that my real-to-real tape recorder was broken and
moved it to my workshop.  I put a tap on the phone and a microphone
in the bedroom.  With a voice activated switch, I felt it would be
the next best thing to being there.

     I was having to work a lot of evenings on a major project.  I
thought Jan would use my late hours as an opportunity to meet or
talk to a lover.  I was disappointed at first that my tape system
failed to record anything other than parents calling to discuss
their little darlings with the child's teacher -- boring.

     About four days after I set up the system, I came home to a
shocking sight.  Jan was passed out face down and naked on the
floor of the living room.  Her spread legs were facing the door.
It was apparent that she had been well and truly fucked.  Cum was
oozing from her cunt and asshole.  Whoever left her like this
wanted me to find her this way.  I got her into bed and rushed to
my workshop.

     I could tell from the tape that the black dean of boys was
with her that evening.  This was a surprise as with all of the
experience she had in school, her southern background had kept her
separated from gentlemen of color.  I believe he was her first.  He
had been rough and demanding.  With his final act of contempt for
Jan or me or just whites in general, he forced her down on the
livingroom floor and buttfucked her.  A combination of the drinks
and over-stimulation caused her to pass out.  He purposely left her
for me to find this way as a sign of that contempt.

     I got her cleaned up and into bed.  The next morning, I acted
as if nothing had happened.  I could tell from her questions that
she didn't remember getting into bed and was trying to see if
anything had been unusual when I came home the night before.  I
reassured her that she was already in bed when I got home.  This
relaxed her but left her with several unanswered questions.

     The project was winding down and I was not having to work as
many evening.  I kept up the pretense to allow Jan opportunities
for her affairs.  I started watching the house at night.  Each
night, I waited down the block to see what would happen.  About
three nights after the dean of boys had been there, I saw the next
door neighbor's girl go into my house.  A short time later, Jan
left the house.  I trailed her car at a discreet distance.  She
drove into the black neighborhoods.  She pulled up to a local dive
and went inside.  I could not follow her into this bar.  I would
have stuck out like a sore thumb.

     Sometime later, I saw her come out accompanied by four black
men.  They started for one of the cars parked out beside the bar.
Then, almost too quickly for me to see what was happening, a black
woman came running out of the bar screaming.  She headed straight
for Jan.  She started pulling her hair and managed to rip her
blouse before the men pulled her off of Jan.  One of the men had to
slap her to get her to go back in the bar.  The men continued and
pushed Jan into the back seat of one of the cars.  I could see
through the window of the car the men in the back seat had Jan's
blouse and bra off before they were out of the parking lot.  They
made straight for a shabby motel.  I pulled up across the street to
watch.  The man on the passenger's side went into the office while
the others waited in the car.  The action in the back seat had
continued all the way from the bar.

     The one in the office came out and indicated which room was
their's.  The men got out of the car and were standing beside it as
their friend opened the door to the room.  Jan was setting, naked
but for garterbelt and stockings in the door of the car, trying to
get her clothes back on.  One of the men grew impatient, reached
down, picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.  He carried
the naked Jan ass first into the room.

     I moved my car for a better vantage point and to a place that
would arouse less suspicion.  I felt a tinge of jealous at what was
happening.  Curiously, that jealousy wasn't from the fact that Jan
was being fucked by four black strangers, but from the fact that I
was not part of the action.

     I had to wait over an hour before the door opened again.  The
men began filing out of the room.  For a moment, I was afraid that
they may have gone too far and done serious a injury to Jan.
Before I could get too worried, I saw her stick her head past the
door jam.  A conversation ensued and I saw them wave her out.  She
kept refusing and asking for something.  Once again one of them
became impatient and dragged her still naked out to the car.

     I loosely tailed them back to the bar.  As I knew their
destination, it wasn't as important to keep them in view each
moment.  When they reached the bar, they pushed a some what
disheveled Jan out by her car.  They pulled into the parking lot
and the three passengers piled out for their cars.  They quickly
started their cars and left.  It took Jan a couple of minutes to
find her keys and start her car.

     I only followed her long enough to know that she was headed
home and wasn't being followed by one of her new friends.  It was
too early for me to be home if I was holding to my pattern, so I
cruised around for another hour.  When I got home, she was already
in bed and seemingly asleep.  As I crawled in bed with her, it was
clear that she had showered and cleaned off the effects of her
party.  The next morning, she acted again as if nothing had
happened.

     Toward the end of the week, I had to go out of town on
business.  When I came back on Sunday, I went to my workshop to
listen to my tape.  I heard her set the details for a date with an
older man.  I also heard the resulting tryst with the old man and
another man who was apparently black, possibly the old man's
chauffeur.  It was clear from the sounds Jan was making that she
was having a very good time.  I was starting to get a collection of
very hot audio tapes.

     Monday night, Butch, the black coach from her school came
over.  This made it clear that she had a fixation on black men, but
this was more like it.  I knew Butch.  He and I had worked together
on a project for the school system.  I counted him as a friend and
felt I could approach him with a proposition.  After a while he
left and Jan was in bed again when I got home.

     I called Butch the next day.  I asked to see him that evening
as I had a proposition for him that he would like.  We agreed on a
club to meet and I rang off.

     We had picked a skin bar to meet.  I got there early and was
enjoying the girls dancing when Butch came in.  He found me and we
spent a few moments with the usual hand shaking and back slapping.
We settled down to drinks and watching the girls.  We had
discussions about each of the girls' good points and bad points.
After a few moments we were discussing one girls tits.

     "Do you think her tits are as good as Jan's," I asked.  I
could see I had caught him by surprise.

     "I wouldn't know," he protested, trying to cover his surprise.

     "Don't worry Butch," I said.  "I know all about last night."

     "Did she tell you?" he asked.

     "No, I was parked down the street," I answered.

     "I'm sorry man, it will never happen again, I swear," he said.

     "On the contrary, I want it to happen again and more," I said.

     He looked at me incredulously for a moment.

     "What's the deal man?" he asked.  "You planning to divorce her
and need a reason?"

     "No, nothing like that.  I have known that Jan could never be
satisfied with just one man and I get off on the idea of her making
it with others.  My problem is, I want to be more a part of it and
I want it to be handled in a safe fashion.  That's where I want
your help."

     "What do you want me to do?" he asked.

     "I want you to set up some parties for her," I said.  "The
more men the merrier."

     "Sure, I show up with half a dozen guys and she yells rape,"
he said.  "No thank you."

     "She won't yell rape," I said.  "In college, she was the
school gangbang queen and took on groups of guys each weekend.  Get
her a little drunk and she will take on armies.  I can tell that
she misses that.  She picked up four black guys in a bar last week
and screwed them all at a motel."

     He thought about this for a moment.  He watched the girls and
sipped his drink.

     "Ok, I'll tell you what I'll do," he said finally.  "I'll take
a friend over with me and if she doesn't freak out on that, I will
arrange your party for her."

     True to his word, the next night he showed up with a friend of
his that I didn't recognize, another black man.  They stayed for a
few hours and left.  He was to drop off his friend and meet me at
the same bar.  Again, I got there first.  When he came in, he was
all smiles.

     "Well, how was it?" I asked.

     "You were right man," he said.  "She loved every minute of it.
When I suggested that I could get more, I could tell the idea
excited her.  When can we set it up?"

     "Is this tomorrow too soon?" I asked.  "You have that PTA
meeting so our daughter will be with grandparents.  That should
give you the cover that you need to start earlier."

     "Shall I bring them to your house?" he asked.

     "No, you had better arrange for a Motel room," I said.  "How
about that La Quinta out on the highway.  It should be close enough
to the school to be easy to get to."

     "That's a good place alright, but if one of us black faces
tries to get a room there, they will assume that it is for a party
and get us raided," he said.

     "Point taken," I said.  "Have Jan get the room before the
meeting then."
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     Butch called me the next day to tell me that Jan had agreed to
meet him at a motel that night.  He had not mentioned anything
about there being anyone with him, but he felt she knew he would
not be alone.  It was arranged and that night, I did not have to
tail anyone as I knew where and when the action was going to take
place.  I was waiting at the motel when they started arriving.  My
only question was which room.  Soon, I noticed cars being parked
without anybody getting out.  They were all behind the motel out of
sight of the office.  I felt I was in the right place.  A few
minutes later, Jan and Butch drove up.  They got out of their cars
and he took her up to a room on the second floor.  After they went
in, I saw men start getting out of their cars, and slowly walked
toward the building.  They were soon joined by the man who had been
with Butch the night before.  He was carrying a case of beer.  They
went upstairs but waited until Butch came out to get them before
entering the room.  I counted seven black men going in with Butch.
It looked like Jan was going to get a workout tonight.

     I continued to wait outside in my car.  I couldn't see
anything, but my imagination was working overtime thinking about
what was going on in the room.  I could visualize her taking black
dick after black dick between her legs or in her mouth.  Even
though I couldn't see anything, I couldn't leave.

     After about half an hour later Butch came out.  He was
carrying a bundle, which he put in his car.  He then looked around
so I let him know where I was.  He came over and got in the car
with me.

     "I thought I would find you out here," he said.

     "Of course," I said.  "Is everything alright?"

     "She is having the party of her dreams man," he answered.
"Don't worry about a thing."

     "I thought there was a problem when you came out so soon," I
said.

     "Nothing like that," he said.  "I did want to ask you a
question though.  Is this a one shot thing or can I plan for
another party sometime."

     "I don't see why you couldn't have another one sometime if Jan
is willing," I said.  "I can't believe she won't be willing as long
as you don't let her get hurt."

     "Any limit on the number of men or where?" he asked.

     "Just don't let it become a public scandal or anything that
will do permanent injury to her," I said.  "Otherwise, there's no
scene she won't make."

     "Good.  The team has a good chance of taking the State title
and I would like to offer some incentive to my better players," he
said with a chuckle.

     "I don't know about getting students involved," I said.
"Someone's parents might get wind of it and we would have a major
scandal on our hands."

     "Oh, these would be very special students with no danger from
parents," he assured me.

     "Well, ok, but that one, I want to be part of," I said.  "You
will have to blindfold her or something so that I can be a part of
the action.  Besides, being fucked anonymously has long been one of
her favorite scenes."

     "Deal," he said shacking hands and returned to the room.

     I went back to my fantasies for a while.  In the middle of one
of these fantasies, I saw the door open.  I thought that this was
still awfully early for the party to break up, when I saw Jan stick
her head tentatively out of the door.  I was instantly alert.  She
slowly emerged from the doorway trying to keep to the shadows.  She
was hiding her breasts with one arm and her pussy with the other,
but it was obvious that she was only wearing her garter belt and
stockings.  She slipped cautiously, though awkwardly, down the
walkway to the concession area while attempting to dodge any open
windows.  The lights in the walkway were dim and widely spaced, but
the concession area was brightly lit.  She had to drop her hands to
operate the pop machine.  I could see from her disheveled
appearance that she had already been well fucked.  Still under the
bright lights of the machine alcove, she peeked out to check the
hallway.  I heard a horn blast from the expressway behind me as a
truck driver got an eyeful.  All pretense at modesty lost, Jan ran
as fast as she could for the room door.  It was closed so she had
to knock.  Some long seconds later, the door finally opened and
with it, the next door down.  A man peek out from his door just as
Jan was entering the other room.  He may have seen her streaking
past his open window or was attracted by Jan's pounding on the
door.  I don't know if he caught a glimpse of her retreating
backsides or not.

     It was sometime later when the party started breaking up.
Most of the guys came out and went to their cars.  A few minutes
later, I saw Butch and another man emerge cradling Jan between
them.  Jan was wrapped in a blanket and barely able to stand.  Her
face and hair were a mess covered as they were with the sperm of
the men who had just fucked her.  The blanket was loosely wrapped
around her and with ever other step, opened to reveal the naked
woman beneath.  I got tantalizing glimpses of her lower body up to
her waist.  Cum was clearly rolling down her legs as they made
their way to her car.  They put her in the passenger seat and the
young man helping Butch got in to drive.

     I tailed them home to watch them get her inside.  Butch paid
off the babysitter.  It was quite clear that the babysitter saw the
Jan naked as they got her out of the car.  Oh well, we may have to
find another babysitter now.  They spent some minutes getting her
settled and then left.  I waited a little while longer and went in
myself.

     I found her tucked in bed.  Her face was still covered with
dried cum and I pulled back the covers to see the rest of her.  The
smell was almost overpowering.  Butch had left me a message written
on her tits describing how good she was.  A few bruises were
starting to form suggesting that she didn't get the most gentle
treatment from these men.  She always had enjoyed rough sex.
Rather than clean her up, I covered her up and got ready for bed
myself.  I noticed a photo on my bedside table.  It was a Polaroid
of Jan, looking much the same as she did now, still covered in cum
and only half conscious, with seven black dicks hanging over her.
It was a great picture.  My already erect dick got even harder just
looking at it.  I got undressed and into bed.

     I moved over beside her and ran my hand down her body to her
damp and matted pubic hair.  My fingers searched between her legs
for her cunt which I found still stretched open.  My fingers
explored her wet opening.  By the time I had several fingers inside
her, my hand was covered in the jism of the pack that had fucked
her.  Though still unconscious, Jan began to respond to my probing.
Her hips began moving which pushed my hand deeper inside her in her
desperate attempt for another orgasm.  I rolled her on her side and
keeping my hand between my legs, I stuck my dick in her well
lubricated ass.  Her movements were so violent that I didn't even
need to move myself.  Her hips moved her first onto my hand and
then back onto my dick in a rhythm only she heard.  Even though her
ass was wet and loose, I couldn't take much of this kind of
stimulation after the night's foreplay.  Soon I was adding my load
to those already in her ass.

     She continued her bucking for a few seconds more with even
greater desperation.  Then, at the height of her climax, uttered a
muffled cry and subsided.  I don't think she even woke up until
morning.  I tucked the picture in a book and went to sleep.

     I woke up before her the next morning, but stayed in bed
anyway.  When she woke up, she was in a panic while I feigned
sleep.  She quickly got up and headed to the bathroom.  I heard the
shower running as she tried to wash off the evidence of the night
before.  I was up by the time she got out and headed for the shower
myself.  When I got back, she had stripped the bed and sprayed at
least half a can of air freshener in the room.  We spent a few
moments in conversation with her trying to see if I had noticed
anything amiss the night before.  I assured her that she could have
been entertaining the whole Zulu tribe on our bed and I had been so
dead on my feet that I wouldn't have noticed it.  This caused her
a moments pause, but she decided it was merely coincidence as we
had just watched the movie Zulu on TV the previous week.

     I started spending more nights at home.  Jan and I spent some
very nice times in bed during this time.  I noticed bruises where
there shouldn't normally be bruises.  Her cunt was puffy and her
asshole raw for a few days after her gangbang.  I continued to get
a major boner just thinking about her putting out to that group of
men and I couldn't pass that motel or another of that chain without
thinking about her.

     Some nights that I was home, Jan would get nervous and
irritable early in the evening.  She would jump whenever the phone
or the doorbell rang.  I realized she was afraid that a call from
one of her lovers would tip me off to the games she had been
playing.  I, on the other hand, was keeping Butch informed of when
I would be going out of town.  That way, every few weeks, he was
able to schedule another gangshag for her.  I didn't try to attend
as I did not want to let the other men in on the fact that I knew
what was going on.  I was waiting for the football team party.  I
would go on the trips and use the first opportunity when I got back
to view the evidence of the action on Jan's body.  Sometimes she
had more evidence of the sexual pounding she took than others.

     Butch kept me informed of the proceedings when I was out of
town.  It was one of the conditions of my cooperation.  Sometimes
he even had pictures for me.  One taken at the largest of these
events showed a Jan standing naked between fifteen black men and
looking very small.  Another showed her in action with one black
dick each in her mouth, cunt and asshole.

     One evening, I got a call from Butch.  He told me that the
team had won the state championship in their class and could I
arrange to be "out of town" that weekend.  I told Jan that night
that I would have to be out of town that weekend.

     The week drug by waiting for Saturday night.  Saturday
morning, I "left" on my trip.  Instead of going any place, I went
to a friend of Butch's place to meet Butch.  I looked over the
squalid house and checked for the best vantage points for my
camera.  Butch's friend, Greg, arrived.  Butch introduced me as a
photographer friend of his who was going to record the event on
film.  We discussed the evening's festivities.  Always the planner,
I set out a schedule of the events.  When she would arrive.  When
I would bring the beer by and other things like that.  We agreed
that I could use the garage.  Greg gave me the key to the garage.

     I then went to get several rolls of film for my Nikon and
spare battery pack for my strobe.  I picked up the beer and a
couple of ice chests to ice it down in.  I also picked up some K-Y
jelly to make anal sex easier (and more likely).

     I got back to Greg's place about 6:30 PM as it was starting to
get dark.  I pulled my car into the garage and began unloading what
I had brought.  I set the beer and coolers on the kitchen table and
the K-Y on the nightstand by Greg's bed.  From the disreputable
appearance of the place, I was afraid that Jan wouldn't go through
with it.

     I was moving some of the clutter out of the way in the front
room to give me a better vantage point when I heard a car drive up.
I glanced out the window and saw Butch and Jan getting out of his
car.  I headed for the garage to hide until Jan was safely
blindfolded.

     I heard Jan and Butch talking in the kitchen.  Butch was
priming her pump with a few beers to help things along.  I heard
him suggest that she go and get ready.  I waited until I heard his
tap on the door to the garage.  Since it was clear for me to come
out, I started setting up my photo equipment in the living room.

     Greg got home from work and had a beer.  We sat around waiting
for the boys to arrive.  We didn't have long to wait.  The boys
started arriving right on time.  They were a little surprised to
see a white man there, but Butch vouched for me.  I had never been
up to her school, so none of the kids knew me.  When most of them
had arrived, Butch went back to get Jan.

     He led her bare and blindfolded out of the bedroom.  The
reaction from the kids was immediate.  They were whistling and
pounding the floor to show there approval.  I started taking
pictures as she was led into the room by the black coach.  Greg
pulled out a Polaroid camera and started taking pictures too.  I
noticed a few of the boys also had Polaroids they started using.
He grabbed her elbows and held her arms behind her to emphasize her
tits.  He was like a showman in the way he made her expose first
one part and them another of her body to the crowd.  The boys were
eating it up.  I had shot a whole roll of film before he led her
over to a table.  He had her get up on it on all fours.  I managed
to get reloaded to catch the image of Butch fucking her from behind
while Greg fed her is dick.

     When this scene was over, Butch took her into the bedroom.  I
followed bringing my equipment with me.  I quickly sat up in the
bedroom as the first of the boys started getting undressed.  For
the next hours, there were never less than two boys plugging their
dicks into one of Jan's orifices.  At first the group had remained
out in the hall awaiting their turn, but as the evening wore on,
they remained in the bedroom to watch their friends fuck this white
woman.

     I watched black stud after black stud mount her and penetrate
all of her holes.  As I studied the contrast of her white skin
being pierced by these black dicks, I couldn't help but think what
those crackers in her hometown would say if they saw her like this.
I had heard of women who were caught, in their words, "niggering"
being publicly beaten by the hooded southern gentry and driven out
of town.  Those things had happened less than twenty years before
the spectacle I was witnessing.  That was what Jan was raised with.
For her to take on these battalions of blacks expressed a desire on
her part to feel degraded by them.  It was her latest expression of
her submissive streak.

     As the festivities were winding down, I was encouraged to take
a place in the line.  When my time arrived, I handed Greg my camera
and asked them to get some shots while I was in her.  Jan was
barely conscious laying on top of one boy who was in her pussy
while another was fucking her ass.  I dropped my pants.  At eight
inches, I didn't have to feel self-conscious in this crowd.  I
pulled her head up and jammed my already hard dick in her mouth.
She wasn't able to do a very good job of sucking me by this time so
I proceeded fuck her mouth, while holding her head tight.  With her
blindfold on, she had no idea that it was her own husband who was
giving her this rough treatment.  The sounds she made and the
actions of her body were familiar to me.  I knew that she was
getting off almost continuously on the proceedings.  I too got off
and much faster than I had wanted to from all of the stimulation I
had received from watching.

     As I moved back from her mouth, I watched the cum trailing off
my dick and some running down her cheek to join the mass of jizm
that was already matting in her hair.  A wicked idea struck me as
I took my camera back from Greg.  I stepped over to the closet and
pulled out her clothes including her coat.  It was a dirty trick
but I wanted to see how she would get home naked.  I moved her
clothes out to the garage.  When I got back, the last of the boys
was finishing up in her mouth.  One by one they had already left
except for two or three.  I motioned for Butch to follow me out to
the hall.

     "Anything wrong?" he asked with concern.

     "No, everything is fine, I just think it's time for me to
leave," I said.  "Don't plan any of these for the next couple of
weeks though.  I have other things in mind that will occupy her
time, but after that she may want them more frequently."

     "That sounds good," he said.

     "Are you going to be able to get her back to her car?"

     "Oh yeah, she'll be awake enough to drive in a little bit," he
said.

     I slipped out to my car and drove down the block.  Always the
watcher, I waited to see her leave without her clothes.  I was
still getting a rush from her naked Coke run at the motel a few
months ago.  Butch had told me later that he had done that for my
benefit as he knew I was watching from my car.

     Sometime later I saw them emerge from Greg's house.  Evidently
Greg had loaned her a shirt to get home.  As it was, it barely
covered the necessary parts.  Most of her ass cheeks were hanging
out as she made her way to the car.  Butch put down newspapers to
protect his seatcovers while making her stand there shivering in
only the thin shirt.

     I decided not to try to follow them and headed for the motel
where I was staying to keep up the pretense that I was out of town.
It was 3 AM before I got in bed.  Even as late as it was, I
couldn't sleep.  My mind kept taking me back to what I had seen
that evening.  I tried to count in my head how many times the boys
had fucked her openings or how many quarts of semen were shot in
her mouth, cunt or up her ass.  The sun was coming up before I
finally got to sleep.

     I knew this was going to be the last of her secret affairs.
I had to tell her what I knew.  I had to tell her in such a way
that allowed her to continue with my full knowledge.  I had to do
this because Dave Miller was coming through town next weekend and
I had invited him to stay with us while he was in town.  We didn't
have a guest room.

     Dave had fucked her several times before when they were both
students.  Dave said he didn't think she even knew his name though.
His was just one of the nameless dicks that got stuffed into her at
those parties where she was the main attraction.

     When I got home, later that morning, Jan was very upset and
crying.  I tried to clam her down, but it was some minutes before
she could tell me the problem.  Finally she was able to talk.

     "I'm so sorry, so sorry, I don't know what comes over me," she
said.  "I love you so much, but I just can't control the need for
men, lots of men.  Can you forgive me?"

     "I think we need to sit down and have a talk," I said in as
calm and reassuring voice as I could summons.  "I know all about
your needs.  I've known about them since before we were married."
She looked at me incredulously.

     "How could you have known?" she asked with a quiver in her
voice.

     "I saw you dancing in a contest before we met at that
restaurant," I said, "and I had a friend, Dave Miller, at your
college that kept me up on the parties you attended."

     "Then you didn't mind that I was fucked by all of those men?"
she asked.

     "Mind?  I put Butch up to staging those parties of his," I
answered.

     "Why did you do that?  Are going to divorce me now because of
it?" she asked.

     "No, I knew of your needs and wanted to see them fulfilled in
a safe means," I said.  "I followed you that night that you went to
a bar to be picked up by the four black men.  I was afraid that you
might get hurt badly if you kept that up."

     "I don't know what to say," she said.

     "You don't have to say anything, and there is nothing to
forgive" I said.

     "Where do we go from here?" she said after some moments
silence.

     "How about to bed," I suggested. "I'm very horny."

     We went into the bedroom.  She seemed reluctant to undress, so
I moved behind her and gave her a hug.  She turned her head to say
something and I pulled her lips to mine.  I kissed her deeply while
holding her tightly.  Slowly I began to unbutton her blouse and
then her skirt which dropped to the floor.  We broke the kiss and
I slipped off her blouse.  It was then I saw the reason for her
reluctance.  She had several bruises on her boobs that suggested
recent rough handling.


     I tried to squat to give them a better look and almost lost my
balance.  The blindfold wasn't helping me stay upright.  I could
hear them shift around to get a better look.  Butch bent over to
steady me and reached between my legs to part my cunt lips.

     "This is what you guys are always chasing.  This is a pussy or
cunt," he said while indicating my hole with one of his fingers.
"This is what you fuck.  And this is the clitoris.  Fingering this
will drive most women nuts."  Indeed his demonstration almost made
me fall over.

     "Come on babe, stand up so we can show them your ass," he said
helping me to my feet.  "That's it turn around so they can see that
great tail of your's."

     "This is the butt," he said while stroking down from the small
of my back.  "Now some women have such a bony ass that they look
like boys.  Now I know some of you queers would get off on that,"
nervous laughter this time, "but this is what one is supposed to
look like."

     "Bend over and spread them honey so we can show the rest of
what you got," he said as he pushed me forward.  "That's it spread
those ass cheeks."

     When I had managed with his help to get balanced in that
position, he bent down to point out my ass hole to the boys.

     "This is another place to fuck a women.  Some women even enjoy
it more than getting their pussy fucked.  If your girlfriend is
afraid of getting pregnant, fuck'em in the ass instead."

     As he was saying this he had been playing with my already wet
cunt with one of his fingers.  He now inserted it all the way into
my ass in one quick motion, again causing me to gasp and almost
pushing me over.  He pistoned it into me for several seconds,
though it seemed like minutes, and finally withdrew it.  He helped
me stand back up straight but I was so disoriented that I didn't
know which way I was standing.  The sound of the cameras gave me a
clue where the group was.

     "For the next lesson, I need you to get me hard, so down on
your knees cunt," he said as he positioned me on my knees in front
of him.  "Now get it out ... that's it, yes suck it good ... oh,
yes ... that ... ought to be enough for now."

     I could only imagine how this must look to those students to
have a white woman on her knees sucking that black dick.  The idea
excited me no end, but then I've always been a bit of an
exhibitionist.  I was sorry when he asked me to stop and stand back
up.

     "Come on over here," he said leading me to a low table.  "Get
on your hands and knees on this table so we can show them what this
is all about."

     I did as he told me.  Again I had to be helped as I was still
disoriented.  As I adjusted to my position, I could tell that
someone had moved up by my head though Butch was still talking from
behind me.

     "Greg is going to help me demonstrate how the lady can handle
more than one of you at a time," Butch said.

     I felt Butch's dick between my legs and he moved to put it in
my pussy.  He didn't have the biggest dick in the world, in fact,
it wasn't even as big as my husband's.  That combined with the fact
that I was almost overflowing with cunt juice made the insertion
very easy.  He was all the way inside me in just one stroke.  As he
started to move in and out of me, I felt another prick brush
against my lips.  I opened my mouth almost by instinct and used one
hand to guide it in to my mouth.  I could tell that his friend Greg
had a bigger cock than Butch but not by much.  Like Butch, Greg's
dick was uncut and my tongue found the foreskin.  My tongue began
pushing the foreskin back from the head of his penis and tasting
the sour male musk hidden there.

     I only had a few seconds to lick the head of his dick as Butch
was becoming more active in my cunt.  He started pounding faster
and faster.  I had to release Greg's cock to better steady myself.
This was Greg's cue to see how far he could stick his prick into my
mouth.  It was no problem as I had several beers by this time and
was thoroughly relaxed.  I was doing deep throat at those
fraternities long before that movie ever came out.  Besides, his
dick wasn't really much of a challenge in size.  Greg had his hand
behind my head and they began to get a rhythm going with me rocking
back and forth between.

     I always get an intense delight at this point where I am being
fucked from both sides.  I am unable to control the situation and
just have to give myself up to the feelings that come rushing over
me.  I don't know if they were building to a climax but I sure was.
When it hit me, I had to grab something.  I reached up and grabbed
Greg around his ass and pulled him to me.  It must have been just
what he needed as he started cumming with in a few seconds himself.
Part of his load went straight down my throat before I could pull
away enough to catch it in my mouth.  What I missed trickled down
my chin.  I could hear the delighted gasp from my audience.  Butch
must have appreciated it too as I felt him building to cum off in
my pussy.

     When Butch was finished, he helped me back up to my feet.  I
was unsteady after that exhibition and could feel his cum starting
to run down my inner thighs.  I felt so wonderfully nasty as the
boys cheered and the cameras recorded my just fucked appearance.

     "Now, as the lady returns to the bedroom, we will give you
today's lineup," Butch said.

     Greg grabbed me another beer and led me down the hallway to
the bedroom.  I asked him to either cover the window or turn out
the light.

     "Sure, babe," he said.

     He led me to the bed where I lay down and got ready for the
first boy.  Usually my knees took a terrible beating at one of
these affairs, so I wanted to at least start on my back.  I hadn't
seen any pillows when I first came in that would make this easier.
My pulse quickened at the thought of the fun I would have tonight.

     I didn't have long to wait.  I heard the first of them coming
down the hall.  I heard sounds of them undressing and in moments
one of the boys was pushing himself between my legs.  He was in a
hurry and with little preliminaries, forced his dick into me.  He
wasn't overly large and slid in easily.  He was only starting to
get a rhythm going when I felt a hand pulling my head to the side
to a waiting cock.  My mouth opened automatically to welcome this
new cock.  Another pair of hands was beginning to roughly fondle my
tits.  I started losing myself in the sensations.

     For the next four hours I was the object of their young sexual
energies while I continued to hear the combination of cameras
whirring.  I could hear their coarse, locker room banter as they
admired the various parts of my body.  Their designations of me as
"Sweet Ho", "Slut" and "Cunt" were just as coarse, but the names
merely added to my excitement.

     I had no more will than a puppet as they picked me up and
twisted me in to what ever position pleased them.  They bent me,
folded and spread me wide to accommodate their organs in me.  They
picked me up and impaled me on one of their group's prick.  I was
sandwiched fucked between two of the boys.  Had my boobs pressed
together with a dick between my tits.  Their imagination and my
compliance knew no bounds.

     Their sperm was like a drug that they injected into me orally,
vaginally and anally.  They rubbed it into my face, chest, stomach,
back, hair and ass.  I remember being thankful for the blindfold as
it kept their cum out of my eyes though the cloth became soaked
with their jizm.  I had often gotten a load in my eyes.  It stung
and if you didn't wash it out quickly, it glued your eyes shut.
Someone did manage to shoot some up my nose.  I thought I would
drown in cum.  Though I was able to clear my nostrils, the pungent
odor persisted adding the strong smell of this male musk to the
salty taste already in my mouth.

     My senses were on overload as I had one continuous orgasm and
as usual, I lost track of how many pricks invaded my body one, two
and three at a time.  Short ones, long ones, thin ones and fat ones
all became a blur.  I was pleading with them to "fuck me".  I was
reaching for cocks to put in my mouth or between my legs.  My skin
had become so sensitive that merely caressing my breasts would send
me into paroxysms.  I used to call these sensations shivering
orgasms.

     After what seemed like several hours, the party finally ended.
I must have passed out because the next thing I remember was Butch
holding me up and trying to get some black coffee down me.  I was
still naked on the mattress with the blindfold off.  As my head
cleared, I looked around the room to see that all of the boys were
gone.  A further glance around told me that the windows were still
open with the light on full.  I was sure that what ever had
happened in that bedroom had been visible to the entire
neighborhood.

     When I was finally able to stand, I made my way to the
bathroom.  What I saw in the mirror looked like a whore that had
just taken on a regiment.  Cum was leaking down my legs from my
cunt and ass.  I used toilet paper to clean off as much as i could.
The bath tub was a total loss and looked like it hadn't been used
for years. I did my best to clean off the worst off the dried and
caked on male fluids at the sink.  With out my brush, I couldn't do
much about my hair.  I looked for something to at least tie it back
so it wouldn't look so bad.  I still looked like hell but might be
able to make it home in the dark without drawing too much
attention.

     When I returned to the bedroom, I discovered that my clothes
had bee taken as souvenirs.  I had to use Greg's shirt to get home.
Butch got a lot of yucks out of watching me trying to protect my
modesty getting to his car.  He put down a newspaper to protect the
passenger seat from all of the fluids still oozing from my body.
We got back to the bar shortly after closing time.  The parking lot
was nearly deserted.  I had lost my car keys when I lost my cloths
so I had to hunt for the hidden key.  Butch standing by me couldn't
resist stroking my very exposed ass as I bent over.  While I was
hunting behind the bumper where I was sure the key was, two of the
bar's patrons came walking up.

     "So what's happening bro?," the taller one asked Butch.

     "Just helping my party girl get home that's all," Butch
replied as I straightened up and tried to hide as much as possible.

     "Well is the party over, or can we get an invite?," the taller
of the two asked.

     Butch looked around and said, "Sure, why not, but she's kinda
skanky, so you should probably better settle for a blowjob."

     "That would be just fine," the tall one said.

     As I stood by incredulous of the conversation that was
transpiring, Butch stepped behind me putting his hands on my
shoulders.

     "Babe, why don't you get down on your knees and show these
gentlemen how good you can suck a dick," he said as he pushed me
down.

     The two men unzipped their pants and presented me with two
semi-erect cocks to attended to.  On my knees on the gravel parking
lot, I took grabbed both and pulled them to my mouth.  I worked on
first one and then the other to get them fully hard.  They worked
on the buttons of my shirt and began fondling my tits while I
sucked their pricks.

     At the same time I was worried about being discovered by a
passing policeman.  My escapades weren't the most discreet, but at
least they weren't public.  A nearly naked white woman being held
down by a black man to service the cocks of two other black men in
the parking lot of a bar at 3:00AM was sure to be misunderstood by
any member of the local constabulary.  The unhappy result would be
more publicity than I could possibly want.  I threw myself into
giving these guys the blowjobs of their lives to speed up the time
I could leave.  Once I had finished our new friends, I was allowed
to continue looking for my key while they exchanged expressions of
their pleasure at my expertise.

     When I found the keys, I said my goodbys, but before I got
into my car, I realized I would need some of the newspaper that
Butch had used to protect his car.  While Butch fetched it from his
car, our new friends were lifting up the back of my shirt and
chuckling over the imprint the paper had left on my ass.

     I wasn't too worried about the neighbors when I pulled up in
the driveway.  I stumbled in, showered.  Cleaned-up I looked at
myself in the hall mirror.  The bruises were already forming on my
breasts, thighs and knees.  My cunt lips were red and swollen.
Jack was due back in the morning.  If he saw me like this he would
know that I had been fucked and fucked hard.  What was I going to
do?

     My first impulse was to run away.  No, I couldn't do that.
Normally my bruises would fade in a couple of days.  Could I keep
him from seeing me naked for that long?  Probably not.  My mind was
racing.  What was I going to do?  Jack was going to know.  He was
going to know what kind of a slut he was married to.  I couldn't
keep it from him any longer.

     I finally settled down and looked at myself again.  I had
several abrasions to go with the bruises.  I should at least do
something about them.  I had some medicated lotion that would help
them and reduce the burning.  I thought it was in my night stand
but I couldn't find it.  Maybe Jack had it in his.  When I opened
the cabinet, a book fell out.

     The lotion wasn't there so I picked-up the book to put it back
and noticed that he was using a Polaroid picture as a bookmark.  I
was shock when I saw what it was.  It was a picture of me, nude, on
a motel bed with about six black dicks hanging over me.  It was
obvious that I had just been gang fucked by the group.  My legs
were obscenely spread with cum oozing out of my very open cunt.

     Jack did know.

                      An Old Man's Darling
                (Part 2 of the Jan the Slut saga)

                          by Dr Watson

     I didn't know if it was guilt or what.  Maybe Butch and his
friends had been talking about the party at the motel day before
yesterday.  I felt that people are staring at me.  I've been used
to the stares of men since puberty, but this is different.  It
seemed that people would stop their conversations whenever I walk
by.  The other female teachers leave the lounge whenever I enter.
My reputation had never been that good at the school, but now it
was even worse.

     Oh well, I was the easiest lay around back in college.  What
made this any different.  In fact, I like the idea.  I hadn't been
getting much attention from my husband lately and the additional
attention of other men would be welcome.

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

     Fourth hour at last.  I thought planning period would never
come.  Today I will stay in my room.  I had ventured into the
lounge before classes and at lunch and got the same reaction.  The
women left and the guys exchanged glances or whispered asides.  I
had a reputation before and all the comments ever meant to me was
more men who would look me up.

     "How's it going?" said Greg Hanson as he walked into my room.
"I missed you in the lounge so I thought I would look you up here."

     Greg was one of the few teachers I knew socially with my
husband outside of school.  We had been over to Greg and Willa's
house on several occasions.  Greg was white and his wife was Native
American.  Willa was just an approximation of Greg's wife's name.

     "I just didn't feel like going all the way down there today,"
I said.  "Besides, I can get caught up on grading papers this way."

     "Is that really the reason Jan?"

     "What do you mean?" I asked.

     "Jan, there are rumors all over the school about what happened
after the PTA meeting the other night."

     "What kind of rumors?"

     "Oh, about you and Butch and about a dozen of his friends.
Some say they have even seen pictures."

     "Pictures!  Oh God, I don't know about any pictures."

     "Does Jack know about it?"
     "No.  Well, I don't think he does.  The bedroom was dark when
he came in and I was up and in the shower before he woke up
yesterday."

     "He'll never hear it from me, but you should be more careful."

     "Yeah, I know."

     "I do have a favor to ask you though."

     "I was wondering how soon guys would start trying to hit on me
again after the other night."

     "It's not quite what you think.  Did you ever meet Willa's
father?"

     "No, I never have."

     "He's your typical, rich Indian.  Maybe a little smarter about
money than most.  He invests the money from his headright.  The
result is he makes money faster than he can spend it."

     "Does he ever spend any of it on you and the kids?"

     "Yes, he lives on his ranch back up in the hills but has a
chauffeur and a limousine of all things.  He comes in to town every
few months.  He drops by to see Willa and the kids.  He then likes
to go for a night on the town, but I have to arrange his dates."

     "I think I know which way this conversation is heading.  Just
because I ended-up in a motel room with several guys, doesn't make
me a whore!"

     "But I heard you charged them $50 each."

     "What!?  I did no such thing!  It was just supposed to be
Butch and me.  When I had to much to drink to protest, Butch
brought in a bunch of his friends.  I didn't know that was going to
happen."

     "Evidently Butch charged for your services then.  Well, I
thought you might like to go out with Charlie.  He is very
generous."

     "I know you think I'm a whore, but I don't do it for money.
I just like to fuck."

     "Well, Charlie will be in town Friday night.  Would you be
willing to go out with him?"

     "Friday night?  Jack is going to Boston tomorrow and will be
gone until Saturday afternoon.  Kathy usually spends the weekend
with his parents so I should be available on Friday night.  Yes, I
would love to."
     "He likes to go to some pretty swank places.  Do you have an
evening gown?"

     "Damn!  No, I don't.  Jack and I never go any place for me to
wear one."

     Don't worry.  We can go shopping after class today or tomorrow
and get you one.  Remember I said he was very generous."

******

     "You look great in that dress," Greg said.

     "I'd be embarrassed to wear it in public.  Most of my breasts
show out the sides and down the middle.  I mean look.  The neckline
goes almost down to my navel in front and to the top of my ass in
back.  I think my boobs would come out of it if I tried to dance in
this,"  I said.

     "It's just the sort of party dress you've always wanted isn't
it?" he coaxed.

     "Yes," I had to admit it.  It was just the kind of dress I had
always wanted to wear to the ball.

******

     I looked at myself in the mirror.  The dress was black,
elegant and wonderfully revealing.  It was a gift because I had
agreed to go on a date with Greg's father-in-law.  I didn't see the
price tag, but I knew it had to be very expensive.  That shop
didn't deal in anything else.  I accepted a gift for a date.  Did
that make me a whore?  I don't know but I do feel delightfully
wicked in this dress.

     The funny thing is I could wear it around the house and Jack
would never notice.  He never notices clothes.  I don't have to
worry about him finding a strange and expensive dress in my closet
either.  He doesn't know the first thing about the value of clothes
or what I have in there to begin with.

     I heard the doorbell ring.  I took one last look in the mirror
half afraid that it was all a dream and went to the door.  I opened
it expecting the short middle-aged Indian that I had met once with
Greg and Willa.  Instead, there was a tall negro chauffeur in full
uniform.

     "I'm Henry, Mr. Redbird's chauffeur.  Your car is here miss,"
he said.

     His manner was professional, but I could see that he was
looking me up and down and liking what he saw.  His appraisal was
so complete, I felt naked in front of him.  I quickly closed the
door and went with him to the limousine.  He held the car door open
for me and I got in the back.  I was surprised that Charlie was not
in the limo already.

     "Where is Charlie?" I asked.

     "We will pick Mr. Redbird up at his hotel.  He apologizes for
not having come to get you personally, but had urgent business that
he had to take care of before he could leave.  There is a bottle of
chilled Champaign in the bar.  Would you care for some?" he said.

     "Yes, please."

     Henry reached in and pulled out a bottle of Champagne and
expertly opened it.  With the brief look I got of the label as he
wrapped it in the towel, I could see it was Dom Perignon.  It was
clear that Charlie was a man who was used to the best.  Henry
poured and handed me the glass.

     "Will there be anything else ma'am?"

     "This will be fine, thank you."

     With that, he shut the door and walked around the front of the
car to get in the driver's seat.  The driver's seat was separated
from the passenger section by a glass partition.  The divider had
curtains that could be drawn for privacy.  They were open and I
noticed that Henry kept watching me occasionally in the rear-view
mirror.

     He eased the car out of the driveway and started down the road
at a very relaxed pace.  As I sipped the champaign, it seemed
strange to be going so slowly.  It is a funny thing about champaign
that something so cold an bubbly can make you feel so warm in side.
I soon reached the bottom of the glass.

     "Please, help yourself to some more ma'am," Henry said over
the intercom.

     I had refilled my glass twice before we reached the Hotel.  We
pulled up in front of the main doors.  The doorman rushed out to
open my door.  Henry, already out of the car and crossing in front
of the car, stopped him telling him to notify Mr. Redbird that his
car was here.  I thought the doorman was going to salute before he
turned back to the house-phone.  I continued sipping the wine while
I waited and Henry guarded the car door.

     About five minutes later, Charlie appeared.  He moved smoothly
to the car as first the doorman held the hotel door and Henry
opened the car door for him.  I admired his tuxedo as he slid in
beside me.  (I hadn't seen Jack in one since our wedding day.)

     Henry pulled out from the curb and headed for the club.  As we
drove along, we made small talk.  He asked how I enjoyed teaching.
I asked how things were on his ranch.  We had more drinks before we
got to the club.

     We got out of the car at the supper club.  I knew Charlie was
short, about 5' 2", but it had not dawned on me until we were
standing outside of the car that my high-heels made me (5' 10" + 3"
heels) over a head taller than him.  We must have made a strange
looking couple.

     As we walked into the club, I felt every eye was on us.  I
also felt that my only half concealed boobs were going to pop out
of my dress at any moment.

     After dinner, Charlie asked me to dance.  I was feeling a bit
woozy and unsteady on my feet from the wine and after dinner
drinks.  We started in the middle of the floor, but Charlie was
heading us toward a side area of the dance floor away from the
tables and band.  He was so short that his head nestled between my
tits against the bare skin of the sides of my breasts.  I felt him
use his chin to move the strip of fabric covering my nipple aside
and begin sucking on the tip.  My nipples got hard fast, but I was
embarrassed to have my breast so publicly toyed with.  I had my
back to the crowd but we were still turning.  I had to stop him.

     "No, please," I begged him.

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

     As we pulled away from the club, Charlie pulled me down so
that I lay across his lap.  He bent over and kissed me.  It was the
right amount of force and I felt myself responding to him.  With
one hand he held my head to his lips.  With the other, he began
seeking my breasts under my dress.  He caressed them a squeezed
them.  My nipples have always been very sensitive.  They were
already hard.  My eyes were closed but I felt him uncovering my
tits.  His hand beneath my head opened the clasp behind my neck
releasing my dress.  His hand on my chest pushed it down baring me
to the waist.  I knew that Henry had only to look in his mirror to
see my bare chest in the street lights.

     We held that kiss for what seemed to be several minutes.  When
we came up for air, I could see that we had stopped.  There were
bright lights outside and I figured out we were in a gas station.
I noticed Charlie was looking out his window and smiling.  I looked
out the window and saw the attendant who was washing it staring
open mouthed at my tits.  My first impulse was to cover up but the
wine had worked its mischief on me.  I lay back and arched my back
slightly to give him a better view.

     Finally, Charlie tapped on the glass and broke the boy out of
his trance.  Even so, as Henry was paying him, he still tried to
get another look at what was going on in the backseat.

     We left the gas station and Charlie had me sit up so he could
get to use his mouth on my nipples.  That was how we drove to my
house.  With me setting naked to the waist in full view of anyone
who cared to look.  I don't know if they looked or not as I spent
most of the time with my eyes closed from the delicious torment
Charlie was inflicting on me.  One time I did open them, I saw
Henry watching me in his mirror with a knowing smile on his face.

     In a few minutes we pulled up in front of my house.  I was
still fumbling with my clasp when Henry opened the door so I got
out of the car holding my dress to cover my breasts.  Both Charlie
and Henry walked with me up to my door.  I struggled to get my key
while holding my dress.  At last I had to release the dress to open
the door.  I wonder what my neighbors thought seeing me half naked
under the porch light between a short Indian and a tall black buck.

     With the door finally opened, I invited them in for a drink.
I started for the kitchen but Charlie steered me toward the
bedroom.  My dress was already partway off so it took little effort
for him to unzip the gown and it was at my feet.  I stood there in
front of both of them in only my garterbelt, stockings, panties and
heels.  Henry was already undressing as Charlie removed my panties.
I was really in no condition to resist them nor did I want to.

     Charlie helped me to the bed.  Henry was naked by this time
and the light glistened off of his smooth black skin.  His dick was
enormous.  It was over a foot long and thick.  I knew I had some
nearly as large before (and recently), but I still gave a shiver in
anticipation as he moved between my thighs.

     I felt Charlie's penis brush against my cheek.  He had
unzipped his pants and taken it out.  His hand was in my hair and
he pulled my mouth toward his dick.  I opened my mouth and took his
small, limp member in my mouth.  I began concentrating on sucking
Charlie to life while Henry moved the head of his prick around the
opening to my pussy making me even hotter.  I nearly bit off
Charlie's dick when Henry jammed his big prick into my dripping
cunt.

     Charlie's prick hardened in my mouth.  It was about half the
size of Henry's when it finally got fully erect.  He began moving
it in and out fucking my mouth as he got excited.  I looked up and
saw him smiling at me.

     "I love seeing that black dick of his plowing some white
whore.  I helps get me off," he said as he began fucking my mouth.

     I Charlie's dick to keep him from driving down my throat.  I
knew that was what he wanted to do, but I had to be a good deal
more relaxed.  I was too tense from wondering how much further
Henry was going to drive his dick into my cunt.  Each time he drew
back, he plunged in deeper.

     At last I had all of Henry's prick in my pussy.  I could feel
it stretching me.  It was such an exquisite agony.  He began
banging hard into me.  It became difficult to breath.  Henry's cock
was so hard and went so far up into me, it knocked the breath out
of me with every thrust.  Between my orgasms and Charlie's prick in
my mouth, I was afraid that I might suffocate while these studs
continued to take their pleasure from me.

     When I thought I was going to pass out, Henry started pounding
even harder.  I didn't know how much more I could take, but I
didn't want it to stop.  Charlie too, was getting into his full
stride.  Suddenly he was cumming in my mouth.  The first squirt
startled me and hit the back of my throat which caused me to gag.
I began coughing and he finished cumming all over my face.  I had
his jism on my lips, in my eyes and hair.  I was a mess.

     The sight of my cum covered face must have triggered something
for Henry.  I heard him grunt and I felt a moist warmth spreading
in my cunt as he shot his sperm deep inside of me.

     Henry pulled out of me without getting soft.  I collapsed
rolling onto my side.

     "That's right babe.  Just keep rolling over.  I'm going to
buttfuck you," Henry said.

     Again I shivered.  Not from fear of his enormous tool, but
what he couldn't know was how much I loved being screwed in the
ass. Also the cold, matter of fact way he said it as though I had
no choice.

     When I was a virgin in college, I was terrified of getting
pregnant and being a good Catholic girl, wouldn't take the pill.
One of my boyfriends talked me into letting him fuck me in the ass
where I wouldn't get knocked-up.  In weak moment, I let him do it.
He was well prepared.  He had something to lubricate me and made it
a very pleasurable experience.  Yes, I had several orgasms that
first time.  I discovered I liked it and I was multi-orgasmic,
something I took for granted until I found out how few women were.

     Within a week, I wanted him to fuck me for real (but I still
get a special thrill from being buggered).  Within a month, I was
on the pill and had been fucked by five different guys.  That was
when I first got a reputation as an easy lay.  College became one
orgasm after another.  I even had guys sending their virgin friends
to me to initiate.  Those were the days.

     One of the things I regretted about the gangbang I was in
earlier in the week, was I was unconscious when most of the really
fun stuff happened and some of them buttfucked me.  I know they
were rough with me, but aside from some bruises and bites, I felt
fine the next day.

     "Sure, go ahead and fuck her ass off.  She's paid for,"
Charlie said.

     I resented the insinuation, but he was right.  I had accepted
a gift for the date, but it was only an excuse.  I would have gone
out with him anyway if I had owned a nice evening gown.  And yes,
he could do whatever he wanted with me paid or not.

     I was on my hands and knees and Henry was probing my cunt with
his finger.  He then used the juices to grease my asshole.  I
tightened up as I felt his prick press against my anus, I couldn't
help it.  If it was meant to be a defense, it was useless as he
pressed on past the sphincter and he was in me.  It was as though
my butt after resisting, just opened up and surrendered itself to
his prick.

     As in my cunt, he slowly worked his way into me.  Each thrust
took him deeper into me until he had completely sheathed his dick
in me.  I had tears on my face the feelings were so intense.  I had
to bury my head in my pillow.

     "I don't believe it.  I've got my Johnson all the way in this
bitch's butt.  Most women, even whores, have trouble taking me in
their pussies let alone their asses!  You said she was just a
teacher.  It must be Sex Ed," Henry said.

     "Hot damn!  I haven't seen a show this good since that donkey
in TJ," said Charlie.

     Henry started his pistonlike motion.  Slow at first.  It felt
like my insides were coming out.  He increased the pace.  I found
myself biting the pillow to keep from screaming from the lovely
pain.  I was having what must have been an orgasm on every thrust
now.  When it seemed it would never stop, he came deep in my bowels
and slumped over me.  It was then that I realized that I was
drenched in sweat and my pillow was soaked where I had been chewing
on it.

     I think I lost consciousness for a moment for the next thing
I remember was they were both dressed and leaving.  I tried to get
up to see them out, but it was no use.  My legs wouldn't hold me.

     "I'll call you sometime," said Henry.

     I had been warned that Charlie never saw the same woman twice
but I had made a hit with Henry.

     "Do you know my number?" I asked.

     "Sure, I wrote it down," he said.

     When I heard them leave, I reached over to turn out the light.
I saw three one hundred dollar bills on the lamp table.  Charlie
was right, he had paid for me.
                            JANSLUT3

                           Go Team Go
                          by Dr. Watson

     It was Monday morning and aother school day.  I scanned my
mail as I walked to my classroom.  Yes, the announcement that the
school football team had won the Class AA State Championship.  That
was great news.  I had a number of the players in my English
classes and they would be so proud.  The only bad thing about it
was it marked the end of the football season.  I'm no great
football fan, but the boys practiced right outside my window sixth
hour.  As sixth hour is my planning period, I had spent most of the
semester watching these young hunks exercising in their tight
football jerseys or better, in just their gym shorts.  I often
fantasized about what was in those shorts.  Some of the boys had
such prominent bulges.  Curiously, the larger bulges were not
restricted to the black students though they did have them most
often.  I got lost in the revery about those boys when Butch, the
black head coach, walked in.

     "Hey babe, how's it going?" Butch said.

     Butch had been an occasional lover of mine when my husband was
out of town.  He had arranged for a surprise gangbang for me about
a month earlier on one of those occasions when my husband was away
on a business trip.  Rumors of the party had been the scandal of
the school for a couple of weeks, but I'm was no stranger to such
scandal.

     I had been an ugly duckling in high school who never had any
dates.  I went wild when I got to college.  Once I lost my
virginity, I was Miss. Hotpants and was one of the easiest lays
around.  I craved being invited to parties and the fraternities
soon caught on that I would go with anyone who would invite me.  Go
with and put out for, that is.  They would get me to date their
virgin members.  I was a sure thing.  Later, when my weakness for
alcohol became known, I was frequently invited to parties where I
was the only female guest.

     At the first such party, when I found out I was the only girl,
I was apprehensive and just wanted to go home.  They kept pumping
me with rum and coke and the alcohol soon loosened me up.  Someone
put on "The Stripper" and I began a drunken dance.  They started
calling for me to "take it off".  I giggled and tried to please the
boys.  When I was naked, they moved me into one of the bedrooms and
started lining up at the door in a prearranged order.

     The next morning, I was ashamed and embarrassed by the events
at the party, but it set a pattern.  Soon I was invited to one of
those parties about once a month.  My reputation may have been
damaged by it, but I never had any shortage of guys asking me for
a date.  Of course, no one wants to marry a girl with that kind of
a reputation, which meant I had to look elsewhere for a husband.
     I met Jack, my future husband, on spring break in Ft.
Lauderdale my junior year.  He was an Engineering student from a
big engineering school in Colorado.  He was down for some advanced
scuba training for off shore work instead of for partying (he
couldn't even drink and dive).  Within a few moments of knowing
him, I knew he was definitely husband material. Luckily we met in
a restaurant rather than the bar I had been in the previous night.
He might not have understood my coming in second in a topless dance
contest at that bar (my third contest of the week).

     For the remainder of the week, we saw each other every night.
He had classes during the day so he always had to make it an early
evening.  As soon as he had dropped me at my motel room around
10:00 PM each night, I would go back out to dance and party the
rest of the night.  I managed to get laid at least once every night
this way.  Despite my fun-loving ways, I stayed a virgin with Jack
though.  It wasn't until our last night together that he even
kissed me.

     We corresponded the rest of that school year, but remained
separated by over a thousand miles.  Jack had a summer intern job
with an engineering group which kept us apart for most of that
summer.  We got a labor day week-end together with my parents and
before the week-end was over, he had proposed to me.  We spent
Thanksgiving with his parents and were married over Christmas
break.  When I returned to my school after my brief honeymoon, I
had my own celebration at one of the fraternities.  My husband
never knew of my past or my present affairs and group activities.
What a change from the good little Catholic girl who used to have
to make up things for confession.

     After graduation, when we were finally living together.  I had
some pretty big dicks in college, but Jack's eight inches kept me
happy.  I settled down to the quiet life of a typical yuppy
housewife.  That lasted for about three years.  It wasn't long
after our daughter was born that I started getting that old
familiar itch.  I had an affair last fall with the white vice
principal.  We had been seeing each other about a month and a half
when his wife found out and confronted us at my house.  The story
got around and the black dean of boys soon took up where the VP
left off.  Butch started coming around to see me after the start of
this school year and also began bringing some of his friends too.
When I fall off of the wagon, I do it in a big way.

     "Pretty good, Butch, and how are you doing now that football
season is over," I said.

     "There is always another season," he said.  "Basketball is
coming up, but it was football I wanted to talk to you about."

     "Oh, what have I got to do with football, all of your kids are
passing in my classes."

     "The kids did good alright, and they deserve  . . .  a
celebration," he said slowly.  "How would you like to be the
entertainment?"

     "Well, I am flattered, but surely you know that that's
impossible," I said.  "I can't screw around with students.  I could
lose my job over that.  Besides, what would the kids think if they
knew about our activities?"

     "Oh, nobody important will find out and some of the kids
already know," he said.

     "What!?," I shrieked.  "Who knows?  How?"

     "Just a few of my better members of the team," he said.  Which
I took to mean, knowing Butch's prejudices, only some of the black
students.  "I showed them some of the pictures from our little
party."

     I was silent for a few moments while I thought of the
implications.  I was too drunk that night to remember any pictures.
When it was just a rumor, I could ignore the talk.  The thought
that a number of people that were not involved might have certain
knowledge of what I had done disturbed me.  The two groups I least
wanted to have such evidence against me were the white students and
the female faculty members.  This was a southern town and the white
kids may be junior members of the KKK for all I knew.  Their
parents might not take it well.  They might do grievous harm to any
white woman that willingly let herself be used by a group of negro
men.

     The women on the faculty were a different matter.  Though I
enjoyed being naked in front of men, I was very shy around other
women.  I guess it was from being made fun of and teased by the
other girls when I blossomed well before the rest of my
contemporaries.  In junior high school, I used to be ashamed of my
large breasts and the dark pubic hair around my pussy. Gym class
used to be torture for me.  I have made a point of never being
naked around another women since.

     "Have you shown those pictures to any of the white students?,"
I asked.

     "Of course not," he said.  "You think I want to be lynched?"

     "What about the faculty?," I probed.

     "The only people I trust on the faculty were at the party," he
reassured me.  I calmed down and began thinking about the
possibilities of another party.

     "Its impossible for me to party with you this weekend.  Jack
is going to be in town for several weeks."

     "Couldn't you make some excuse to get out of the house
Saturday night?," he asked.

     "Sure, I just tell him that I have a party to go to and come
home at three in the morning reeking of sex," I said.

     "You don't know.  It might turn him on," he suggested.

     "No, Jack is too middle class for that, though he has been
more active in bed these last few weeks,"  I said.  "I must be
giving off signals that I want to be fucked."

     "I've been hearing you gal, so think it over and see if
something can't be worked out."

*********

     That night I was just getting dinner on the table when the
phone in the room Jack uses as an office rang.  He got up from his
chair and went to answer it.  He listened for a few moments nodded,
said ok and hung-up.

     He came up behind me and put his arms around me.  He held me
close and said, "That was the office.  I have to make a site
inspection this weekend.  I'll leave Saturday morning and I'll be
back on Sunday."

     I missed him when he was on one of his trips, but I now had
other activities to keep me from being too bored.  His parents
always kept our daughter on Saturday nights anyway.  I felt a
tingle of excitement when I realized that I would be able to attend
the celebration after all.  The next morning I told Butch the good
news.

*********

     So here I was planning to be fucked by another group of boys.
Sure, I had done it countless times before I was married.  As many
times as I had done it, there was always that delicious taste of
fear in turning myself over to a gang of men to do what ever they
wanted with me.  Once I agreed to do it and was naked among them,
I would no longer have any control of what happened.  My mouth,
cunt and ass would be their's.  Just the thought of it always gave
me a rush.

     My record was twenty men at the same party.  The guys from one
of the fraternities were looking for a performer for a friend's
bachelor party.  When they couldn't find a professional willing to
do it for what they could afford, they offered me the job.  It had
started around eight in the evening and continued well into the
morning.  I passed out about 2:00AM from a combination of alcohol
and over stimulation.  They continued to fuck me for another two or
three hours.  I lost count of how many times they had each used one
of my openings.  It was one of the few times though that I had even
been sore from being fucked.  Hours later, I woke up naked and
alone in the motel room with a hangover and upset stomach.  I don't
know if the upset stomach was from the booze or the gallons of
sperm I had swallowed.

     I am an avowed feminist, but I am terribly excited by sexually
dominate men.  Sexually I love to be dominated, to be subject to
the will of a man or group of men.  It is probably some latent
masochism in me that makes me want to be used and degraded
sexually.  I don't enjoy being hurt, but I find some pain in sex is
very stimulating.

     I met Butch at a bar on the edge of the black ghetto as we had
arranged.  I didn't want my car seen near his friend's house.  I
left my purse and ID in the trunk of my car.  Butch drove me to a
neighborhood in the black ghetto I hadn't seen before. It was much
worse than I had imagined.  The house we came to was an old wood
frame duplex.  I was glad it was dark as I couldn't see how run
down it really was.

     We stepped on to the rickety wooden porch and Butch found the
key over the door.  As we stepped inside, I could see that it was
a shambles.  Wallpaper was peeling from the walls and ceiling.
There was dust and the smell of rot everywhere.  I was afraid to
touch anything or sit anywhere.  We headed for the kitchen.  There
were three big coolers on the kitchen table (there was no dining
room) filled with beer and ice.  That was just what I needed to
steady my nerves.

     I had put away two beers and was starting on a third when
Butch said, "You had better get undressed and ready, they will
start arriving in just a few minutes.  You can use the bedroom and
stay in there until I come and get you."

     I nodded and started down the hall.  I stepped into the
bathroom first and wished I hadn't.  It was obviously a man's
bathroom and a woman's worst nightmare.  I felt I had to clean
everything I might touch.  When I finished there, I went on into
the bedroom and closed the door just as I heard someone coming in
the front door.

     The bedroom matched the rest of the house.  The window didn't
even have curtains.  I saw a tube of K-Y on the night table.  The
bed just had a bare, stained mattress.  I looked in the closet for
something to cover it.  I found a thin quilt that had holes in it,
but it would have to do.  I also found a man's shirt that was large
enough to use as a robe, turned out the lights and started
stripping my clothes off.

     When I had taken everything off, I slipped on the shirt and my
shoes.  The shirt obviously belonged to someone shorter than Jack.
Where his shirts swallowed me up this one didn't hid my bush in
front and certainly not my ass in back.  The heels were too high
for slippers but they would keep my feet off of the dirty floor.
I set on the bed in the dark and wondered what I was doing here.
Why had I let myself be talked into this crazy situation . . . but
I knew why.  I could feel myself getting wet just thinking about
what all of those strong, young bodies were going to do to me.

     I had heard the front door being opened half a dozen times
before I heard footsteps in the hall.  As the door opened, I could
see Butch framed in the light from the living room.

     "What's wrong with the lights in here?," he said as he flipped
on the light.

     "There are no curtains on the windows," I said.

     "Never mind that now.  Are you ready?"

     "I guess so," I said.

     "Then come here," he said.

     I got off of the bed and walked over to him.  He stopped me
and turned me around.  I felt something descending over my hair and
then over my eyes as he put a blindfold on me.

     "What's this?," I asked in a panic.

     "Hey, these are just kids.  They're shy and are afraid to be
seen by you," he said.  "Besides, you don't really want to know if
any of your students are in the group do you?"

     He was right.  I was taking a terrible risk making it with
students.   This way I could deny knowing who any of them were.  I
also got a buzz out of the idea of being fucked without knowing who
was fucking me.

     "Oh, I forgot to mention, I promised my friend, Greg, a piece
of your ass in payment for using his house," he said.  "You don't
mind do you?  I mean, what's one more dick to you?"

     Right, what's one more dick to me?


     With the blindfold firmly in place, he pulled off the shirt
that was around me.  Before I could protest about the window, he
grabbed my arm and started leading me naked down the hall.  I could
tell when we reached the living room from the whistles and
catcalls.  Even with all of the times I have been naked in front of
a group of men, I still blushed and felt like covering up my
breasts with my free arm.  Before I could cover myself though,
Butch had stepped behind me and taken hold of both of my elbows
pulling them back to better emphasize my tits.

     "Here she is guys, just as I promised,"  he said.

     Cries of "Your the greatest, coach," and "Would you look at
those knockers," the guys started laughing and joking among
themselves.  Even with the blindfold, I could see flashes of light
and the telltale sound of polaroid cameras.

     "No pictures, please, " I whispered to Butch.

     "Of course they will take pictures," He said.  "They want to
remember this evening.  Nobody's going to show your husband if
that's what your worried about.  That might spoil everybody's fun."

     I did worry, but there didn't seem to be anything I could do
about it short of trying to leave and even if I could, I didn't
want to.

     "Alright now, settle down," he said.  "Class will come to
order."  They quieted down and he went on.  "Now I know that some
of you are still virgins.  Even those of you that have fucked your
sweetie in the backseat of your daddy's car have probably never
seen a real woman completely naked before.  So that you don't
embarrass yourselves and me tonight, I am going to give you a
lesson on female anatomy with our willing subject here."

     If I could, I would have blushed deeper.  He was going to
stand there and use my body to show these boys how a woman was put
together.  It was one thing to stand before an unknown group of men
blindfolded and naked.  It was quite another to have all of your
body parts intimately inspected by the crowd, but that was what was
going to happen.

     "This is a woman," Butch intoned.  "This isn't one of those
no-ass, flat-chested bitches I've seen some of you running around
with."

     "These are tits," he said as he cupped his hand underneath my
breasts.  "Call them boobs, hooters -- what ever.  You play with
these and women get very excited.  The more excited they get, the
harder the nipples become.  See how just holding them and talking
about them has made these hard.  They respond to licking too," he
said as he licked my right breast, "sucking, biting," he continued
to act out on my sensitive nipples what he was telling the kids.

     I continued to hear cameras going off.  There were at least
three polaroids from the sounds and one of those 35MM cameras that
sounded just like my husband's Nikon.  It frightened my that some
of the pictures might get back to my husband, but I have always
found being photographed naked to be a turn-on.  This was no
exception.

     I discovered the turn-on aspects of photography back in
college and have always enjoyed it.  I let one of my boyfriends
take some very modest figure studies of me.  They were very
artistic and my face hardly showed in them.  I dropped by during
the next week while he was having a poker party for some of his
friends.  I was horrified that he had blown the pictures up to
poster size hand had them hanging on the wall.  I blushed deeply
and hurried away.  Behind my embarrassment I was incredibly turned
on at my exhibition by proxy.  Later, I used to pose with the guys
in the frat parties in what ever way they wanted.

     Of course my husband takes pictures of me all the time.  He
has his own darkroom so there is no limit to what he can take
either.  He thinks I let him take those pictures to humor him.  He
doesn't know the thrill I get when they are taken and when I get to
see the finished product.  I know he carries some wallet sized
nudes of me in his pocket, I just wonder if he ever shows them to
anybody.

     "Just make sure you don't bite so hard that you draw blood, as
that will make things too messy for the next guy," he said getting
a good laugh from the group.  "You can squeeze them, twist them,"
(this last made me gasp) "or you can just hang on to them so you
don't fall off."  More laughs.

     "Now we move to the pussy," he continued.  "Squat down and
spread your legs bitch so they can get a look at your goodies."

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     "I was there when you got these,"  I said.  "Don't feel you
have to hide anything from me.  Remember, I helped set it up.  I
was there.  I took part and pictures."

     "I thought I heard your camera," she said.  "You say you took
part?  When?"

     "Mine was the next to the last cock you sucked.  I squeezed
your tits so some of those bruises are mine and such sexy bruises
at that," I said cupping her tits to kiss them.

     We got in bed and fucked like weasels.  I added a few bruises
to those she already had.  Afterwards, we lay in each others arms
and talked about our fantasies.  I told her I didn't mind her
fucking other men, in fact it turned me on immensely.  My only
requirement was I wanted to be a part of it.  If I couldn't
physically be there for whatever reason, I wanted to hear from her
what happened and how she felt, preferably, in writing.  She
agreed.

     That week, I was home every night.  We would go to bed as soon
as our daughter was asleep.  We spent hours caressing, kissing and
liking each other before making mad, passionate love.  We
understood each other better then, then at any other time in our
marriage.  Friday night, Dave showed up.

     We dropped Cari off at my parents house Friday night.  When we
got back home, Jan took a shower and changed into on of her
favorite nightgowns.  It was a white babydoll that left little or
nothing to the imagination.  She didn't remember which one of the
guys Dave was, but wanted to meet him at the door with only the
nightgown on.

     At about 8:30PM, we heard a car drive up.  Jan could barely
sit still.  She was like a kid waiting for the ice cream truck.
Finally, the door bell rang and she was up like a shot.  She almost
ran to the door.  Dave was a little taken aback to see Jan dressed
as she was.  She threw her arms around him and gave him a
passionate kiss in the doorway.  If he hadn't had both hands full
with his bags, I'm sure he would have returned the hug as
passionately.

     When they finally broke the lip lock, Jan said, "I remember
you now."  I cracked up.

     Dave and I shook hands while Jan clung to him.  She eventually
let him sit down on the couch beside her.  She was beaming.  She
was going to have another man without having to feel guilty or
worrying about being discovered.

     We started talking about old times and soon the talk, of
course, turned to sex.  While Dave was talking about Jan's tits, he
reached over and tweaked one of her nipples.  She only giggled, but
I nearly shot off in my pants to see another man so openly fondle
my wife's tits in front of me.  I knew that this was going to be a
night to remember.

     We went into the bedroom and stripped what little Jan had on
off of her.  I lay down on the bed thinking that we were going to
get in it first.  Instead, Dave dropped his pants and bent Jan over
in the middle of the room with her head just a few inches away from
mine.  I could see the excitement in her eyes and the silent
thanks.  After he had gotten a good rhythm going, Dave evidently
decided Jan wasn't doing enough so he grabbed her by the hair and
pushed her head down on my dick.  He moved her head up and down
until she got the idea of what he wanted her to do.  She loved
being "forced" into things.

     "You know, I was at one party where this slut of a wife of
your's wanted to leave because there weren't enough guys," Dave
said pushing Jan back on my dick as she started to defend herself
against his libels.  "Nobody asked you, just keep sucking that
dick.  We had to run to the Beta house next door to recruit some
more boys for her.  All that was left in their house that night
were pledges.  Most of them got their first piece of ass that night
in this very cunt."

     That's what I liked about Dave, he always was a crude bastard.
Can you believe he was standing there with his prick up my wife's
pussy talking about the number of boys she initiated into manhood
with her cunt.  I did the only thing I could.  I shot off in her
mouth.  It was only as Dave was noisily cuming in her that I
realized that she hadn't used any protection and he didn't have a
rubber on.

     Dave spent the weekend with us.  We slept with Jan between us.
The three of us were only out of bed for food and other
necessities.  Dave continued to tell stories of her activities on
campus; activities that she thought I hadn't known about, while she
blushingly tried to minimize her behavior.  I loved every minute of
it.  Dave didn't have to leave until Monday afternoon so Jan called
in sick to her school.  I had to work, but it allowed Jan and Dave
some time to catch up on old times and for her to say goodbye in
her own way.

     When I got home, Jan was still in bed waiting for me.  We were
deliriously happy.  Every night that week, we couldn't get enough
of each other until Friday.  When I got home that night, Jan looked
as though she had been crying.  She had missed her period.  It was
in fact the second one she had missed.  After John and Butch had
started fucking her, she had gone on the pill, supplemented at
first with the foam that we had used.  She thought the first missed
period was because of starting the pill only a couple of months
before, but she was starting to feel sick in the mornings now too.

     We did a little rapid figuring and decided that she must have
gotten knocked-up during one of those gangbangs when she and I
weren't making it very often.  Since she and I used the foam when
ever we fucked, it made me the least likely candidate to be the
biological father.  Other than the blacks, she had slept with one
Indian.  The odds were heavy that the baby would be black.  I felt
such a mixture of emotions at that moment of realization.  The
first was the expected, what will our friends and families say?  At
the same time, I got such a sexual charge out of it.  The thought
of having such a cheap slut for a wife.  She was going to have a
black baby and not even know who the father was.

     What did she want to do?  I assured her that I would stand by
her no matter what she decided.  Her religion prohibited her from
having an abortion.  That left only her having the baby and our
raising it as our own despite the questions that were sure to be
asked.

     As the year turned to spring, Jan began to show her condition.
She became the butt of many of the jokes around her school.  Butch
was even openly bragging that he had gotten her in the family way.
Two things happened to change our lives in late April.  One was my
getting a job offer from a company in another town not too far away
and the other was that Jan miscarried.  She came home early one
Thursday from school complaining of severe cramps.  By that
evening, we had her in the hospital.  She lost the baby the next
day.  We told our parents but no one else.

     She was back at school on Monday, but with a pillow under her
maternity dress.  She wanted them to go on thinking that she was
going to still have a black baby over the summer.  She said the
black principal looked relieved when she didn't sign her contract
for the next year.  He probably feared an open scandal if she had
a black baby.

     We found a place in the town of my new job.  I moved into the
place and my new job before the school year ended which sparked
rumors that we had split up.  I came back to help her pack when
school was out and we got quickly established in our new
surroundings.

     The loss of the baby had two effects on Jan.  the first was it
cooled her ardor for a time and it left her permanently sterile.
It was some time before we resumed our games with other people.
Resume them we did, but that's another story.


01/22/95 Doc