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Would I Do It Again?

1/23/2007

DrabJuggler


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 ageing
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 five foot eleven inches
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 $twenty-five 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 seven:thirty
and make it to the La Quinta out on the Interstate by seven: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 eight o'clock . I later watched as he and Jan slipped
out about seven:thirty. 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 eight: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 recognise 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 signalled 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 mesmerised
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
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 got 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 cock-sucker, 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 [color
black]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 thirteen, "
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 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 realised that she had passed out.




When we had all had a turn at fucking her, we took a break.
It was about nine o'clock .




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 re-entered 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 realised 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 signalled 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 eighteen- 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 baby-sitter 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 nine:fifteen and
I know he doesn't get off until after midnight. Your
baby-sitter 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 ten:thirty. 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 baby-sitter
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 ."


"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 rumours all over the school about
what happened after the PTA meeting the other night."


"What kind of rumours?"


"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 favour 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 limousine 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 Champagne 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 champagne, it
seemed strange to be going so slowly. It is a funny thing
about champagne 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 five foot two inches , but it had not dawned
on me until we were standing outside of the car that my high-heels
made me (five foot ten inches plus three inches 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 back-seat.




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 neighbours 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 ploughing 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 gang-bang 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 realised 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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