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
Quanta 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
cover-up. 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, 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
butt fucked 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.
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 head right. 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 butt fuck 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
butt fucked 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 piston like 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.
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