It happened even sooner than Kim had feared. Her husband Colin, having just arrived home from work, stormed into the kitchen, where Kim was preparing dinner. Instead of kissing her or saying “Hi darling”, he stared at her red-faced, with an accusatory look.
“Why is Elaine Devers telling people she saw you naked in the back of a car with three men?” he demanded bluntly.
Kim quailed. “I … I don’t know!” she stammered.
“She says she was walking her dog, and a car pulled up, the door opened … and you were inside, being fingered … fingered! … by three young men!”
“She m-must have been mistaken,” said Kim, her face pale.
“Then why are you looking so guilty?” cried Colin.
Kim burst into tears, and sank into a chair. “I’m sorry!” she wailed. “I don’t know what came over me – it was just all so out-of-control!”
Colin glared stonily at her. “Tell me everything,” he said. “Everything! If you value our marriage at all, don’t leave out a single detail.”
And so Kim poured out the whole story, starting with her accident in the parking lot. She described how Marcus had seduced her in the woods, ruining her clothes with her poo in the process, how she had waited in vain, naked, for him to return, and how she had submitted to being gang-banged by the boys in the car.
When she finished, she felt a little better for having unloaded the burden that had been weighing on her mind this past week; now she mostly just felt a cold fear, and clung desperately to a tiny flicker of hope that he would not leave her. Deep down, though, she felt sure that this was foolishly optimistic.
Colin was silent for almost a minute. Then he said, “Well, it seems you’re quite the slut.”
Coming from Colin, this was deeply hurtful to Kim, and new tears poured down her cheeks. She did not attempt to say anything in her defence, however.
“And how many other men have you had sex with since we’ve been married?”
“None!” said Kim, looking up at him earnestly. “I swear! I’d never even contemplated an affair before last Thursday!”
“Hmm,” said Colin. He stood silently for another minute, then he turned and walked away. As he reached the door, he paused. “Bernard and James are coming to dinner tomorrow. Cook something nice – I suggest your risotto.” Then he left the room.
Kim was stunned. That was it? That was all he had to say on the subject? She was confused. Was he going to leave her or not? Making dinner plans for the next day suggested not, but … what on Earth was he thinking?
Ten minutes later, she built up the courage to confront him. She climbed the stairs, and found him working in his office. “D…Darling?” she said.
“Yes?” He looked up at her, frowning slightly. “What do you want, adulterer?”
This stung, but she had no grounds to protest. “Are … are you going to leave me?” she asked, and she bit her lip anxiously.
“We’ll see,” he said. “Close the door on your way out.”
“But…” she began.
“I don’t wish to discuss it!” he snapped.
Kim retreated, closing the door. Her thoughts racing a mile a minute, she returned to the kitchen and immersed herself in preparations for dinner. She would have given anything to know what was going through her husband’s head, but she did not want to anger him further by quizzing him.
Forty-five minutes later, dinner was ready. She nervously trotted back up the stairs, and knocked on the study door.
“Yes?”
“Dinner’s ready,” she said.
“Well don’t expect me to eat with you. Bring it to me on a tray – I’ll eat in here.”
“What are we going to do tomorrow at dinner, if you can’t even bear to be in the same room as me?” she asked through the closed door.
“We’ll both just have to pretend everything’s fine,” he said.
Sighing unhappily, Kim returned to the kitchen and served up Colin’s portion of sausages and cheesy potatoes. Putting his plate on a tray along with a glass of lemonade and his vitamin pills, she took the tray upstairs. He must have heard her coming, because he opened the door as she approached, and took the tray.
“Thanks,” he said, taking the tray inside and closing the door.
For the rest of the evening, Kim wondered if Colin was ever going to come out and finish discussing her infidelity and its consequences. But when eleven o’clock rolled around and he had still not appeared, she gave up waiting, brushed her teeth, and went to bed.
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The next morning, when Kim awoke, she realised at once that Colin had not come to bed. She got up, put on her dressing gown, and headed downstairs. He was asleep on the sofa. With a sigh, she left him there and went to make breakfast for them both. He liked a nice fry-up, so she set about making him some bacon and eggs with fried bread.
The smell brought him in. “Hmm,” he said, “looks good.”
He ate with her this morning, for which she was grateful, but he barely spoke to her, and she did not try to push conversation upon him. After breakfast, he disappeared upstairs, only to reappear twenty minutes later. “I’m off out,” he said. “I’ll be back for dinner. Bernard and James will be here around six.” And with that, he left.
Kim spent a lonely day at home. At three o’clock she began preparations for dinner, and almost immediately realised that she was missing an ingredient: heavy cream. She would have to take a quick trip to the supermarket. As she opened up her purse and pulled out her car keys, a scrap of paper fluttered to the ground. Picking it up, she saw that it bore the address of the party she had been invited to. Below the address was today’s date, and below that, “8:30pm”.
She tossed it in the trash. She had never intended to go, anyway, but a few times in the past week she had caught herself fantasising about what would happen if she did. And it had been fun to hang on to the address, pretending that there was still a possibility that she might find some excuse to go out for a couple of hours. Nothing could induce her to go to that party now, of course.
She drove to the supermarket, picked up the cream, and came home again. For the next hour or so she worked on the meal, and was ready by five thirty. She went upstairs and put on some make-up and perfume – nothing heavy – and an ankle-length blue dress that she knew Colin liked.
The front door opened, and there were footsteps on the stairs. Colin opened the door to the bathroom, saw her standing in front of the mirror, and looked her up and down. He nodded with approval, and continued on to the bedroom.
A few minutes later, the doorbell rang as Kim was on her way downstairs. She opened the door and smiled at Bernard, whom she had met just twice before. He was tall and grey-haired, though severely balding. “Hello Bernard,” she said warmly. “Come in.”
She sat him down in the living room and fetched him a drink. Colin came downstairs, and the two men talked shop while Kim busied herself in the kitchen. Then the doorbell rang again, and she let in James, a dark-haired man a few years Colin’s junior.
At dinner, it was as if there existed no marital problems between Kim and Colin – at least as far as Colin was concerned. He laughed and chatted with Bernard and James, and seemed perfectly normal and at ease with Kim. She, for her part, tried to act like nothing was wrong, and hoped she was successfully fooling their guests.
After dinner they sat and chatted in the living room for a while. As eight o’clock approached, Kim got to her feet. “Coffee, anyone?”
“I’d love one, please,” said Bernard.
“Me too,” said James.
“Last week,” said Colin to Bernard and James, “Kim had sex with five men in a car.” He looked up at his wife. “Coffee for me too, please, darling.”
Kim froze, the colour draining from her face. She felt faint – she could not believe what Colin had just said. In front of their guests!
James’s jaw had dropped open. Bernard had simply raised his eyebrows. He looked from Colin to Kim, and back again. “Well, that’s quite an announcement,” he said eventually. “Perhaps James and I should leave.”
“No need for that – please stay,” said Colin.
Kim, with tears in her eyes, went over to Colin and bent her head down next to his. “How could you?” she whispered.
“Now personally,” said Colin, “I think that such behaviour should not go unpunished.” He grabbed Kim around the waist and pulled her downwards so that she fell across his lap. Holding her in place as she squealed in alarm, he hoisted up the back of her dress until it was draped across the small of her back, her white satin panties completely exposed.
Kim shrieked as she felt Colin’s hand connect sharply with her right buttock. She could not believe he was doing this! “Owwww!” she squealed as a second slap, even harder than the first, hit her in the same place. This was unbelievably humiliating! How could her husband, her sweet, thoughtful Colin, do this to her – spank her! – in front of his boss and his colleague?
Yet as the blows continued to rain down, and her buttocks began to burn from the repeated slaps, it occurred to her that perhaps this was Colin’s way of evening the score between them. Perhaps, indeed, this was his way of saving their marriage. If so, she told herself, she could endure this. She sank her teeth into the cushion below her face, and tried not to cry out.
Colin paused to pull Kim’s panties up between her buttocks. Hooking two fingers of his right hand through her leg-bands, he pulled hard, giving her an extreme wedgie which made her utter a muffled squeal into the cushion. Then he resumed spanking her, this time striking nothing but her bare buttock flesh.
Bernard, poised on the edge of his seat, was watching Kim’s bottom with interest. “Do you often spank your wife in front of other men?” he inquired, a smile playing about his lips.
“Never before,” said Colin. Spank! Spank! “But then, she’s never been unfaithful before.”
James had finally shut his mouth. “Five men?” he said.
“Six, if you count the man she had had sex with earlier in the afternoon,” said Colin. He reached up between Kim’s shoulder blades, grasped the zip of her dress, and pulled it down to the base of her back. Then he started dragging her dress up her body, exposing more and more of her back. When it was bundled up beneath her armpits, he said, “Arms up, darling.”
Kim vigorously shook her head. Then she yelped as Colin started spanking her again, even harder than before. Tears sprang from her eyes as she raised her arms. The spanking ceased, and her dress was tugged beneath her, up past her head and over her arms. Finally it fell to the floor beside the sofa. Now wearing just her underwear and shoes, Kim stayed quite still, anxiously trying to predict what Colin would do next.
“Now, why don’t you go and get us that coffee?” Colin suggested.
Kim did not move for a moment.
“Should I spank you again?” asked Colin.
Kim got up from the sofa, covering her bra and panties with her left arm and right hand. Without looking at Bernard or James, she fled from the room at a run.
In the kitchen, she opened the fridge, and for a few seconds soothed her glowing buttocks in the cold air emanating from the appliance’s interior. Then, taking a deep breath, she started making the coffee. She was horribly embarrassed to be made a spectacle of in front of Bernard and James, but, she reasoned, at least they were not her colleagues. She would not have to face them too often in the future. And if this was going to get Colin to forgive her, then she could handle a little punishment for her crimes.
Having poured three cups of coffee and set them on a tray with a jug of milk and a bowl of sugar, she picked up the tray and nervously walked back into the living room, determined not to cry, and to accept her punishment with fortitude.
As she entered the room, she started to make her way over to Bernard, but Colin said, “Come here first, darling.”
Surprised, she turned and walked over to him, but instead of taking his coffee, he reached beneath the tray, and she felt him taking hold of the sides of her panties. She gasped as he pulled them down – not far, but just so that her buttocks were uncovered at the back. At the front, she knew, her pubic hair would also be visible.
“Okay,” said Colin. “Now give our guests their coffee.”
Hesitantly, Kim turned towards Bernard and James, whose gaze immediately dropped beneath the level of the tray. As she approached Bernard, she said, “Here you go, Bernard.”
But he did not take his coffee. Instead he, too, reached below the tray, and she whimpered as she felt his fingers sliding between her panties and her pussy. One of his fingers crooked upwards, and she felt him running it back and forth between her labia. A moment later, he slipped it inside her.
“You don’t mind me fingering your wife, do you Colin?” he asked.
“Not at all,” said Colin. “Be my guest.”
Kim closed her eyes as Bernard started stroking her g-spot. Her breathing quickened, and Bernard chuckled. “I think she’s enjoying this.”
“Oh, I’m sure she is,” said Colin, with just a trace of bitterness in his voice.
Kim turned to look over her shoulder at her husband. “Colin…” she said sadly.
“Oh by all means enjoy yourself,” he said, with a dismissive wave of his hand.
Bernard was pulling her panties down to her ankles. As she stepped out of them, he also took her shoes off. Meanwhile James had got to his feet and was standing behind Kim, working on her bra. He slipped it off her shoulders, and then took the tray from her. Bernard caught her bra as it dropped off her arms. She was now naked.
“Enjoy her,” said Colin, getting to his feet. “I’ll get on with some work.” With that, he walked out of the room.
“Colin!” Kim called desperately, but she was being pulled down to the floor by Bernard and James, who were both unzipping their trousers and freeing their erections. Bernard pushed her legs apart and lay on top of her, guiding his penis into her very wet vagina.
“What a lucky woman you are,” he said breathlessly as he buried himself all the way to her cervix. “You screw around and your husband is apparently cool with it.”
“But I don’t think he is!” said Kim, wanting to get up and run after her husband. Yet the penis thrusting inside her felt rather good…
What kind of punishment was this, anyway? If the crime was having sex with other men, what sense did it make for the punishment to be the same thing? Did Colin, somehow, deep down, get off on the idea of her getting fucked by other men? Or was he just trying to make her feel worse? Either way, he had pushed her into this, so she might as well play along…
“Here, suck on this,” said James, pushing his erection towards her mouth.
Kim eyed it warily for a moment, but as it butted up against her lips, she opened her mouth and took it in. Now this seemed incredibly naughty – sucking one man’s cock while another was thrusting inside her vagina.
Evidently curiosity had got the better of Colin. Out of the corner of her eye, Kim saw him appear in the doorway.
“I’m … about … to…” panted Bernard. “Should I … pull out?”
Colin shrugged. “Heck no – she seems to like being pumped full of sperm other than her husband’s, so go for it.”
“Aaaaahhhh!” groaned Bernard, spasming as he spurted his semen inside Kim. Then he pulled out of her and moved aside to make room.
James wasted no time. He pulled his erection out of Kim’s mouth and crawled around into position between her legs. He sank himself into her leaking vagina, and began thrusting for all he was worth.
“Well, I suppose I’d better be getting home,” said Bernard. “Thanks for an … interesting evening, Colin.”
“Don’t mention it,” said Colin gruffly.
James pushed Kim’s legs wide apart, and lifted himself away from her so that he could look down and see his erection sliding in and out of her. Colin, who had taken a seat on the sofa, could see it too. His expression was unreadable.
After Bernard left, it was another five minutes before James climaxed. He pressed his groin hard into hers, nudging up against Kim’s cervix as he shot his semen deep into her body. Then, puffing breathlessly, he pulled out and zipped up.
“Your wife,” he said to Colin, “is amazing. Thanks for letting us do this!”
Colin nodded. “See you Monday,” he said.
“Oh,” said James, getting to his feet. “Right. Well I’ll be off then.”
Once he had left, Kim got to her feet, rather shakily. “Well, I hope you’re satisfied,” she said in a small voice. She felt very used and dirty. “I think I’ll go and have a bath.”
“Oh no you don’t,” said Colin. “Don’t you have a party to go to?”
Kim stared at him. “What?” she said, though she knew what he meant.
“That party you were invited to,” said Colin, looking stonily at her. “It is tonight, isn’t it?”
“Well yes, but…” Kim’s brow furrowed as she looked at him. “You can’t seriously want me to go?”
“It’s what you want, isn’t it?” he inquired.
“No!” said Kim. “I want to stay here and try and patch things up with you – if that’s possible.” She could feel semen leaking out of her vagina and running down the inside of her left thigh. She clasped her hands in front of her pussy.
“Well right now,” said Colin, “I don’t care what you want. I only know that you’ve made your bed, and you should lie in it for a while. So go and put on something sexy, and I’ll drive you there.”
“Wait – you’ll drive me to a party where I’ll most likely be screwed by several other men?” said Kim, baffled by this concept.
“Yes,” said Colin. “Now go and put on something sexy!”
“I don’t know where the party is!” pleaded Kim. “I threw away the piece of paper.”
“You did?” said Colin. “Where?”
“In the trash,” said Kim reluctantly.
He raised an eyebrow. “Which room?”
She sighed. “Kitchen.”
“Then go and get it,” he said grimly.
She retrieved the scrap of paper. “It starts at eight thirty,” she said. “I’ll be late.”
“Fashionably late,” he said. “I’m sure they’ll forgive you. Now go!”
Kim picked up her bra and panties, and hurried up the stairs with conflicting emotions. On the one hand she was desperate to stay and work things out with Colin, and fearful that going along with his plan for her to go to the party would actually make things worse between them. On the other hand, her vagina was lubricating madly at the thought of turning up in a skimpy outfit to a party populated by young men, all eager to have sex with her…
She opened the door to her wardrobe, but closed it again. There was nothing in there that would be sexy enough. She needed something a teenager would wear – and she had not bought any clothes like that for many years. Something else, then – something not normally worn as outerwear… Then it hit her. Paris!
When she came downstairs, Colin raised his eyebrows at her appearance. “Ah,” he said. “Our trip to Paris. I’d forgotten you still had that.”
It was a satin negligee that Colin had bought for her in Paris, some twelve years previously. It was pale blue, shiny, with spaghetti straps and a hemline that was designed to show off, rather than conceal, whatever panties were worn beneath. In fact she had put her white satin panties back on, figuring that she might as well stick with the satin theme, although they did not match the negligee in colour. She was not wearing a bra, and the negligee was so low-cut that an ill-considered movement might at any time expose one or other of her breasts.
“Will it do?” she asked dolefully.
“Yes I think so,” said Colin. “You should wear high heels too, though.”
Kim had thought that bare feet would be more appropriate, but she nodded and returned upstairs. She had no shoes to match her negligee, but a pair of white stilettos from yesteryear, she figured, would at least match her panties. She put them on and went back downstairs, clutching her purse. Colin was waiting for her at the door.
“No, leave that here,” he said, taking the purse. “You won’t need it. Get one of the boys to give you a ride back here.”
Kim glanced furtively from side to side as she followed Colin out to the car. Fortunately she saw nobody. Ten minutes later, with Kim’s panties getting damper by the minute, they pulled up at the address on the scrap of paper. A lot of cars were parked outside. Kim turned to her husband.
“Don’t make me do this,” she said desperately. “I’ll do anything else you want. Just not this.”
“All right,” said Colin. “I’ll drive you home and let you take a bath … depending on your answer to one simple question.”
“Okay,” said Kim, hope filling her. “What is it?”
“Before I ask, you must swear to God that you will answer truthfully and honestly,” Colin said severely. “If you lie to me, it will mean instant divorce.”
“I swear I’ll tell you the truth,” Kim said earnestly. She had no other secrets to hide from him anyway.
“Very well,” said Colin. “The question is this: does the thought of going into that house excite you, sexually, more than coming home and having sex with me?”
Kim’s heart sank. Torn between a false answer and a wrong answer, she bit her lip, and tears filled her eyes. She hung her head. “Yes,” she said in a small voice.
“I thought so,” said Colin. “Now go in there, and don’t come back home until they’ve finished with you. And here…” He handed her their digital camcorder. “Tell them to film what they do to you.”
Kim looked aghast. “Why?” she demanded. “Why would you want to see that?”
“So that I know you didn’t chicken out,” said Colin. “Now go on.”
Trembling, Kim got out of the car and shut the door behind her. Tottering on her high heels towards the front door, she turned to look back at her husband, but he was already pulling away from the kerb and not looking at her. With a sigh, she rang the doorbell.
It opened, and a young man she did not recognise stood there, grinning at her panties before raising his eyes to her face. “You must be Kim. Wow, you’re really forty-six?” he asked.
Kim nodding, blushing slightly. “Thank you,” she said.
He reached out and grasped her right breast with his left hand. When Kim neither moved to stop him nor objected, his eyes widened. “Wow, you’re so cool!” he said. “Come on in.”
Kim entered the house, and winced slightly at the volume of the thudding music. She could not help wondering if the neighbours would be calling the police before the night was out. Hopefully, she would not still be here when they arrived.
The living room was full of people – of both sexes, Kim was surprised to note. She saw some of the girls giving her disdainful looks. Then a familiar face came her way. “Hi Kim,” said Greg. “You’re looking hot. Follow me – the real party’s upstairs.”
“Here,” said Kim, handing him the camcorder. “Could you possibly film what happens tonight?”
“Hell yeah!” said Greg, his eyes lighting up. “What a great idea!”
She went upstairs after him, and entered a bedroom with dimmed lighting. Two boys were playing with an Xbox 360 in the corner, and another five or six were standing behind them, watching. Two other boys were sitting on the edge of the bed, engaged in conversation.
“Hey!” said Greg. “Kim’s here!”
The boys all turned to face her, and Kim recognised some of them from her adventure the previous week. She waved at Stewie, whom she remembered with some fondness. He grinned and waved back at her.
She felt very nervous, and jumped as Greg slipped her spaghetti straps off her shoulders. She allowed him to pull them down, however, and shivered as her breasts were exposed.
“She’s kind of old,” grumbled one of the boys. “My mom’s younger than she is.”
Kim, hurt, began to fold her arms across her breasts, but Greg caught them and replaced them by her sides. “Never mind Paulie, Kim,” he said. “Some people just don’t have an appreciation for milfs. Fortunately, some of us do.” He finished tugging Kim’s negligee down to her ankles, and she stepped out of it.
Other boys had surrounded her by now, and they drew close, putting their hands on her. Her panties were quickly pulled down, and as she stepped out of them, her shoes were removed. Now naked, she could feel her vagina getting wet.
“She should totally shave,” said a boy Kim did not know.
“Good idea,” agreed Jimmy.
Todd nodded. “Yeah – Kim, why don’t you go to the bathroom and shave off your pubic hair?”
“What, all of it?” asked Kim in concern.
“Sure, why not?” said Greg.
Kim pursed her lips for a moment, then shrugged. “Okay,” she said.
She was shown to the bathroom, where she found some shaving gel and a razor. Normally she would have preferred to do this in the bath, lying down in the water, but she found she was able to do an adequate job with one foot on the edge of the tub. A couple of the boys watched, grinning, but she tried to ignore them.
When she was done, she returned to the bedroom, and took a deep breath. “All right, who’s first?” she asked.
She was led to the bed, where she lay down on her back and spread her legs wide apart, acutely conscious of Greg filming her pussy in close-up. One of the new boys climbed on top of her, his jeans around his knees, and after a moment’s fumbling he was inside her. She wrapped her legs around his back, revelling in the sensation of being penetrated by a complete stranger.
“Careful with him, Kim,” said Todd, chuckling. “This is Mikey’s first time.”
Kim raised her eyebrows as she looked again at the boy’s youthful face. “Um, how old are you?” she inquired.
“Thirteen,” he said, his cheeks flushing.
“Jesus!” said Kim, horrified. “I’m committing statutory rape!”
“Yup,” said Greg, “and it’s all on film, so I guess you’d better do exactly what we say.”
Kim squirmed uneasily beneath Mikey. “Did you doubt that I would anyway?”
Greg laughed. “I guess not.”
Mikey gasped repeatedly as his thrusting accelerated. Then he groaned, and collapsed on top of Kim. She patted his back reassuringly. “That was very nice,” she said. “Well done.”
“Hey Kim,” said Justin. “I’m hungry – could you go and grab me some chips from the living room?”
The others laughed. “Yeah, get me some too,” said Jimmy.
Kim quailed internally. It was one thing to be naked and vulnerably in front of boys who fancied her and wanted to have sex with her … it was quite another to be naked in front of hostile girls who probably wanted to slap her, or worse. Nevertheless, she threw her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, Mikey’s semen oozing out of her vagina. “All right,” she said. “I don’t suppose I could put on…”
“Not a chance,” said Greg, grinning. “And don’t cover your pussy or tits, okay?”
Kim sighed. “All right.”
“Oh, and hey,” said a new boy. “You’ll see a tall Latino guy down there – Carlos – he’ll probably be making out with his girlfriend Maria. Go up to him and kiss him full on the lips.”
There was a chorus of laughter. “Nice one Eddie!” said someone.
“With tongue!” added Greg.
Only Stewie looked troubled. “Maria’ll kick her ass,” he said.
“Yeah, probably!” said Eddie. “But do it anyway.”
Kim gulped. “She’s not going to knife me or anything is she?”
“Who, Maria? What, just because she’s a Latina you automatically suspect her of carrying a knife?”
Kim was not going to be drawn into an argument about whether or not she was racist. “All right!” she said. “I guess I’ll be back soon, hopefully.”
With mounting trepidation she hesitantly stepped down the stairs, blushing at the wolf whistles as the partygoers started to notice her. There were a lot of derisive shouts from the girls, too, but she ignored them. She had spotted a tall young man with a dark complexion who, she was certain, must be Carlos. She quickly made her way over to him. “Carlos?” she said.
The girl he was with turned to stare at her pugnaciously.
“Yeah?” said Carlos.
Kim quickly wrapped her arms around him and planted her lips against his. He opened his mouth in surprise, and she slipped her tongue inside, swirling it around his own tongue. To her short-lived amusement, he actually responded.
Then her arm was grabbed and she was pulled sharply away by Maria. “Who the FUCK do you think you are?” the girl screamed, lashing out at Kim with her fists. Kim fended her off fairly well, but not before her right shoulder and left cheek had each sustained a hard blow.
“The boys upstairs told me to do it!” she said to Maria. “I’m not interested in your boyfriend.”
Maria continued to fight. “It looks to me like you’re interested in every man!” she snapped, trying to grab hold of Kim’s left breast. She caught it between her finger and thumb, and gave it a hard yank.
“Ow!” cried Kim, clutching at her breast. A well-aimed punch caught her near her eye, causing sparks to explode.
Then Maria was pulled away by a couple of boys, including Carlos. “You’d better get back upstairs, lady!” said the other boy, frowning at her.
“I’m supposed to get chips,” said Kim, nursing her cheek with one hand. She looked around and spotted several packets of chips piled on a table against the wall. She grabbed a couple of packets, then hurried to the stairs where, she now realised, Greg and a couple of the others were waiting for her. Greg had apparently filmed the whole thing.
“Good job!” he said as she passed him. He swatted her on her naked buttocks.
Back in the bedroom, she resumed her position on the bed. “Who’s next?” she asked.
Stewie climbed on top of her. “Hi babe,” he said with a smile. He leaned down and kissed her. As she sucked eagerly on his tongue, he slid his erection deep into her vagina.
A boy named Roddy was massaging his crotch as he watched Stewie’s penis slamming in and out of Kim’s cunt. “This is too cool,” he said. “I’m going to see if I can rustle up some other guys.” He pulled out his cell phone.
“Why don’t you call Chad?” suggested Justin, smirking.
“Ohhh-ho-hohhh,” said Roddy, chuckling as he dialled a number.
“Who’s Chad?” asked Mikey curiously.
“Roddy’s gangster cousin,” said Justin. “Just got out of prison.”
“Hardly a gangster,” said Roddy. “But he has plenty of low-life bud… Oh, hey, Chad! It’s Roddy here. Your cousin, dude. No – hey, don’t sweat it. No listen … yeah … no … listen up, dude! I’m at this party, and there’s this woman here we’re gangbanging. There’s like eleven of us here, but I wondered if you’d like to come along and bring some of your buds – see if we can make it a night she’ll never forget, huh? Oh come on – it’ll be fun. She’s … she’s hot, dude. And she’s like just a regular housewife or something. Yeah, she’s married – ring and everything. She’s a milf, you know? You will? Awesome! Bring everyone you can. Cool – oh, we’re at Jimmy’s house. Dan’s house, I mean. You remember Dan. Jimmy’s his brother… See you then!” He snapped shut his cell phone and grinned at Justin. “He’ll be here in half an hour, he says. He’s going to bring his buddies.”
“How … many?” gasped Kim, who was thoroughly enjoying the feel of Stewie inside her.
“Dunno – half a dozen maybe?” said Roddy.
“Uh … uhh … okay!” said Kim. “Bring ‘em … on!”
Twenty minutes later, Kim was practically drunk on sex, and wallowing in her degradation. Between partners, she spread her legs wide apart and gyrated her leaking pussy for Greg’s camcorder. She felt as if she never wanted to close her legs again – she just wanted to be fucked, over and over and over, by as many different men as possible. She could hardly wait until Roddy’s cousin Chad arrived with his criminal friends. No doubt they would be rough with her. She needed that … needed to be fucked hard, and spanked, her hair pulled…
And then they arrived – several large and unkempt men, most in their late twenties or early thirties, but some older still. They crowded into the room, and Kim felt a pang of fear as she saw how many there were. Still they kept coming – a dozen, fifteen, twenty or so. Bravely she kept her legs open and tried not to look as scared as she felt.
“All right!” said one of the men. “Get outta here, kids – this is men’s work.”
“Hey!” the teenagers protested, but one by one they were unceremoniously shoved through the bedroom door.
As he left, Greg handed the camcorder to one of the men. “Here!” he said. “She wants it all to be filmed.”
The man grunted as he took the camera. “I guess I can do that,” he said. He studied the controls for a moment, then he raised the camera and pointed it at Kim. “Say cheese, honey.”
“Ugh,” said the first man to climb on top of Kim. He was bearded and paunchy, with thick, tattooed arms. “You’re just full of cum, ain’t you? Turn over – I’ll fuck your ass instead.”
Kim obediently turned over on to her hands and knees, then she lowered her face and shoulders to the sheets, spread her knees apart, and arched her back, presenting her anus for fucking. The bearded man carefully slid his erection deep into her rectum, then he began pounding her for all he was worth. He reached forward, grabbed a handful of her shoulder blade-length hair, and held it with one hand as he fucked her, as if he were riding a horse and holding the reins.
“Here, let me do her cunt while you do her ass,” said another large man, obviously impatient to get his penis inside Kim.
The bearded man chuckled. “Sure,” he said. “Scoot under her, then.”
Kim’s left knee was lifted as the second man got into position. She moaned as his penis slid inside her – she had never been double-penetrated like this before, and it felt wonderful. Then they both started thrusting together, and she almost came on the spot.
A third man came over with his erection standing proud, and he pushed it towards her face. Without hesitation she opened her mouth and started sucking on it, as other men gathered around her.
“This chick’s amazing!” said one of the bystanders. “We need to get some more guys here.” Several cell phones came out of pockets, and more calls were made.
“Hey Don, if you move over, I reckon I can get my dick in her pussy too.”
“Dude, our dicks’ll be rubbin’ up against each other though – no offence, but no thanks.”
“Aww come on – let’s see how many dicks we can get in her at once. Don’t be a wuss.”
“Jeez, all right.”
Kim’s other knee was now lifted, and a moment later, she felt the extraordinary sensation of her vagina being stretched by a second erection sliding in alongside the first. She closed her eyes and savoured every second of it as she sucked the penis in her mouth.
“Let’s go for two in her mouth, too!”
Another man stepped forward, and Kim widened her gape to accommodate it, too. Now she had five penises inside her, all fucking her … although logistical constraints made it difficult for the two men inside her vagina to get much of a rhythm going.
“This is going to be the best movie ever!” said the man with the camcorder, panning slowly back and forth from Kim’s mouth to her pussy and anus, and back again.
One of the penises in Kim’s mouth suddenly ejaculated, forcing Kim to swallow hurriedly in order to avoid choking. The penis was removed, and for a while she was sucking only one penis. For a while…
One by one, all of the men inside her climaxed, emptied their semen inside her, and pulled out, only to be replaced by others. After forty-five minutes of constant sex, she had been fucked by almost all of them, though some had come only in her mouth.
Now, however, other men started to arrive. The cell phones had done their work well. Soon there was standing room only, and not long after that, there was a queue stretching all the way down the stairs and into the living room, where the teenaged partygoers had long since fled from the invading army of ex-cons and, increasingly, bona fide gang-members.
By midnight, Kim’s vagina was very sore, and her anus felt like it was burning. She had had enough; she wanted it to stop. She was tired, and craved sleep, but the penises kept coming, and coming – they were relentless.
“Enough!” she gasped. “I can’t take any more – I’m exhausted.”
“We’re just getting started!” said the man currently sliding his erection into her anus. “There’s about forty guys downstairs waiting their turn, and more are arriving all the time!”
“Aaahhhh,” groaned Kim, still somewhat aroused by the thought of being so thoroughly abused, but mostly just desperate for the ordeal to end.
One o’clock came and went. Kim’s jaws were aching and her tongue felt like it was made of wood. She could no longer suck or lick – the men were just fucking her mouth now as if it were another vagina. Periodically semen would spurt to the back of her throat, and she would swallow – her belly was bloated and she felt sick from all of the ejaculate she had imbibed.
Her pussy and anus were on fire. And still they fucked her mercilessly. Some of those who had been first on the scene had now got their second wind and were queuing up for another bout.
Two o’clock passed. The record of five penises inside Kim at once had just been broken – somehow they had managed to fit a second penis into her anus at the same time as two were in her cunt and two others were in her mouth. This had required much jostling of bodies, and nobody was able to thrust very well, but nevertheless it was the cause of much cheering and patting of backs.
Kim’s body was completely limp at this point – she was like a rag doll. A couple of times she had dozed off, only to awaken almost immediately because of a sudden intensification of the pain in her nether regions.
“Dude, she’s bleeding,” said one man in disgust as he pulled out of Kim’s anus at twenty to three.
“Uh-oh – that’s not good,” said another. “Hey, Charlie, no more calls, okay? Pass the word along. Nobody call anybody else over, okay?”
“Hey Frankie,” said the man with the camcorder to one of his friends. “You know how many guys have fucked her tonight?”
“How many?” asked Frankie. “Must be at least a hundred, I guess.”
“Well I’ve been counting,” said the camcorder guy. “A hundred and thirty-eight. And that’s not including the kids who were here before us.”
“No way! Wow – is that a record, do you think?”
“Nah – I’ve heard of porn stars doing more. But that was under very controlled conditions, not a free-for-all like this. Ooop … a hundred and thirty-nine.”
For the next half-hour or so, Kim was only being fucked by at most two men at once. Sometimes it was only one man at a time, in a standard missionary position, which felt like luxury. With her legs spread wide either side of her, Kim simply lay back with her eyes closed, and let it happen.
Then, feeling suddenly queasy, she turned her head to one side and threw up. A torrent of milky-white vomit cascaded over the pillow beside her, and the men nearest her uttered various exclamations of disgust. They did not stop fucking her, however.
More men entered, waited by the bed, took their turn fucking her anus or vagina (less frequently her mouth, lately), and then left. For a short while, double-fucking came back into fashion, though fewer men seemed to want to fuck her anus now that it was bleeding.
Kim feebly raised her hand to her face and rubbed at an itch on her nose. She felt very close to sleep, but somehow that bliss would not come to her. The latest penis spurted inside her, then withdrew. She waited for the next one.
But nothing else entered her. After half a minute, she opened her eyes – for the first time, perhaps, in twenty minutes. Looking around the room, she could see two men sleeping on the floor, another man leaning against a wall, smoking a cigarette as he watched her, and the man with the camcorder, swaying sleepily on the spot as he continued to film her.
“Is that it?” croaked Kim in a voice that was barely her own.
The camcorder man roused himself, and chuckled. “You want more?”
“No!” said Kim. She rubbed her semen-caked eyes. “What time is it?”
“Quarter to four,” said the man. “And you’ve been fucked by a hundred and fifty-nine men.”
“Really – felt like more,” muttered Kim. “Could someone take me home please?”
“I can do that,” the man said. “Name’s Tommy, case you were wondering.”
“Thanks Tommy,” said Kim. She closed her legs, finally, and sat up, wincing at the intense pain in her pussy and anus. Climbing slowly off the bed, she looked around for her clothes, but saw only her panties and shoes. She put them on. “Do you know what happened to my dress?” she asked.
“No idea,” Tommy replied. “Someone probably took it as a souvenir. Oh, here’s your camera. I hope your husband likes the footage.”
Kim took the camera from him, her stomach knotting as she imagined Colin watching it.
“Come on then,” said Tommy. “Let’s go.”
Now that Kim was standing upright, semen began pouring out of her pussy into her panties, forming a puddle in the gusset beneath her vagina and labia. And now her bowels were starting to feel incredibly full – not only from several days’ worth of poo, but also from the large quantities of semen that had been pumped into her rectum.
The few men remaining downstairs watched her go with looks of amusement, but none tried to stop her. Outside, Tommy led her to one of several cars that had not been there when she had arrived. She got into the passenger side, Tommy into the driver’s side, and they set off.
They had not got more than halfway home, however, when Kim felt she could not bear to hold on to the contents of her bowels any longer. She lifted her bottom off the seat, and relaxed her anus. At once, a torrent of semen squirted out into the back of her panties, forming another, larger puddle … only this one was mixed with poo, and Kim could feel soft chunks of various sizes popping through her anus amidst the flow of semen.
“Uh, gross!” said Tommy, wrinkling his nose. “Did you just crap in your panties?”
“Sorry,” said Kim dully. “I couldn’t help it.”
“Well I’m not having you dripping all over my upholstery!” said Tommy. He pulled the car over. “Get out – you can walk the rest of the way home.”
“Like this? But it’s like two miles!” protested Kim.
“That’s your problem,” said Tommy.
Sighing miserably, Kim opened her door and climbed gingerly out of the car. As Tommy drove away, she folded her arms across her naked breasts and started to totter down the pavement on her high heels. After a minute she paused, and strained to ease some more of the pressure in her bowels. Her anus opened up, and a series of semi-soft chunks of poo slithered out of her rectum, enlarging the bulge in her panties until it was sagging well below her buttocks. She paused, then pushed again, forcing a longer, stiffer turd to extrude out of her anus – it drilled through the softer poo, curling up and poking forward along her gusset. She could feel it start to push between her labia as it finally broke off. Buoyed up by the rest of the poo, however, its upper end remained lodged between her buttocks as she set off again.
Only two cars passed her during the next five minutes. The third, however, stopped beside her. “Uh, hello?” said the female driver.
Kim was relieved to hear the concerned-sounding voice. She stopped, but could not meet the woman in the eye. “Hi,” she said.
“Are you okay? Have you been hurt?”
Kim sighed. “I just got gang-banged,” she said, too tired to care what the woman would think of this. “Not raped, just gang-banged, although it was rather more intense than I would have liked. I also, as you can probably see, lost control of my bowels.”
“You should come to the hospital,” said the woman. “Get yourself checked out.”
“No, it’s okay,” said Kim. “I really just want to get home so I can sleep.”
“Where do you live?”
“Sandy Lane,” said Kim. “It’s a couple of miles away.”
“I know it,” said the woman. She pushed the passenger door open. “Jump in. Empty your panties out first, though.”
Kim regarded the passenger seat longingly. “You’re very kind,” she said. “But I … and please don’t ask me to explain this … I don’t want to empty out my panties. If it’s a choice … I guess I’ll just walk the rest of the way.”
The woman pursed her lips. “Get in,” she said. “I can’t let you walk two miles like that.”
“Thank you!” said Kim gratefully. She carefully climbed in, taking care not to let her bulging panties touch the seat. After some experimental manoeuvring, she settled for kneeling down with her buttocks resting on her heels, and her hands resting on the dashboard for support.
“I guess that’ll do,” said the woman. “I’m Toni, by the way.”
“Kim,” said Kim. “I can’t thank you enough for this.”
“Are you sure I can’t take you to the hospital?” said Toni. “I work there, you know – I’m a nurse. I just finished my shift, but I don’t mind going back to check you in.”
“Maybe I’ll swing by there tomorrow,” said Kim. “I’m a little afraid of STDs – none of the men used condoms.”
“In that case, yes, you definitely should,” said Toni. “As long as they act promptly, they can head off AIDS and most of the other usual suspects.” She started to drive, slowly. “So how many of them were there, if you don’t mind my asking?”
Kim bit her lip, then said, “A hundred and fifty-nine, I was told. It may have been more.”
“Jesus!” exclaimed the woman. “You’re not serious!”
“I wish I were kidding,” said Kim. “They just kept calling their friends, and then those friends called other friends, and … ugh … it went on for hours and hours.”
“Okay well I won’t pry,” said Toni. “But Sandy Lane is a pretty nice neighbourhood – and you sound educated…”
“And I’m married to a wonderful man, and I have a good desk job, and we’re reasonably well-off,” said Kim. “Yes, I don’t even understand myself how my life has suddenly spiralled out of control. I think maybe there has been something lying dormant within me for years and years, just waiting for the right circumstances to awaken.” She sighed. “I just hope it’s all over now. But I don’t even know if my husband will stay with me.”
Soon the car was pulling up outside Kim’s house. Kim climbed out, and then turned to thank Toni. “I don’t think I made too much of a mess,” she said. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t sweat it,” said Toni. “Now listen – promise me you’ll go to the hospital tomorrow morning.”
“I promise I will,” said Kim.
“Good,” said Toni. “And good luck with your husband.”
“Thanks,” said Kim. “I’ll need it.”
“Just remember this,” said Toni. “Love conquers all. I really believe that.”
“Thanks,” said Kim again, and she smiled. “You’re a wonderful person, Toni. I hope we meet again under better circumstances.”
“Well you know where I work,” said Toni. “Take care of yourself, okay?”
“I will,” said Kim. “Bye.”
As Toni drove away, Kim walked up to the front of her house. She was surprised to find the door locked. She rang the doorbell. A minute later, the door opened, and there was Colin, looking sleepy. He rubbed his eyes, and looked her up and down. She thought she saw, just for a split-second, a look of anxiety in his eyes, but then he just looked disgusted.
“Look at you!” he said. “You’re covered in sperm! And you smell terrible! You couldn’t even be bothered to wash before coming home to your husband, could you?”
“Colin, I’m exhausted,” said Kim, swaying on her feet. “Save the recriminations for later, please – I just want to sleep.”
“All right,” he said. “But you’re sleeping in the spare room – I don’t want you messing up our bed.”
“Fine,” she said. “Here’s the camera, by the way, if you still need evidence that I didn’t chicken out.”
He took it from her in silence, then he stood aside to let her enter. He watched her climb the stairs, following close behind in case she fell – she was looking very unsteady on her feet. He was astonished at the size of the bulge in her panties, which looked as if they had been stretched around a slightly lumpy watermelon. “I see you couldn’t resist the urge to poop in your panties,” he remarked.
“I couldn’t help it,” muttered Kim, but she was not sure if he heard.
She pulled back the covers on the spare bed, kicked off her shoes, and climbed in. Colin watched with a mixture of disgust and fascination as she pulled the covers back over her poo-filled panties, and then up to her shoulders. Then he heard her speak. “Colin?”
“Yes, slut?” he replied.
She was silent for a moment. Then she said, “Are you going to leave me? Kick me out?”
“No,” he replied. “No, I’m not going to do that.”
And Kim slowly drifted off to sleep, a smile upon her semen-streaked face.