Bedroom Windows (Chapter 4)

by Wifeseducer                                                                                                                                (2003)

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Lou Davis sat silently behind his desk. Through his door he watched young Jennifer Bracken walk into the office, gingerly set her purse down on her desk and give a smiling hello to one of her co-workers. Lou’s eyes moved from her face down to her body. It was only last Friday when he had peeled the panties off of the very drunken beauty. He could still taste the sweetness of her pussy and its tightness as his large black cock had slipped inside.

He was actually surprised that she came to work. He figured by this time she would have quit out of embarrassment or had the cops arrest him. What he really hoped for was that she didn’t remember a thing. He knew he had stupidly gone too far and put everything at risk for a little white pussy. He could only hope.

That hope, along with his raging hard-on seemed dashed a moment later when Jennifer stepped into his office, shut the door, looked him in the eye and said sternly “I need to talk to you, now.”

Jennifer knew she had him. The look on his face told her he was already preparing mental excuses for what happened. She knew he wouldn’t need them though.

She walked up to his desk. “I need you to promise me that you’ll never let me drink that much again. I was up most of the night getting sick and only this morning do I feel even remotely like myself again.” She smiled at him genuinely. “and if you ever buy me another shot I’ll kick your ass.”

Lou seemed to be in shock. He was barely able to respond when she thanked him for getting her home safe and made him promise to stop her from drinking next time. Lou sighed silent relief as she headed out of his office. As she walked back to her desk his eyes instinctively focused on her ass and wondered if any of his huge load was still inside her sweet little body. His hard-on returned as well as a big smile.

Jennifer sat at her desk trembling from excitement. She knew Lou thought he was busted and now he was realizing he had fucked her without her ever knowing. Perhaps even now he was planning on how to get her again. She loved that thought.

Her thoughts were soon interrupted by a disturbing phone call. Her mother. Dad was back in the hospital again and she would have to go out to Minnesota and help out. She called Mark at work and gave him the news. He said he would make flight arrangements for her. Lou was more than kind in giving her extended leave time on condition that he would get to take her out to lunch upon her return.

Mark. He had come home un-expectantly on Saturday even before she went to pick up Pop. So much for Pop’s lucky night, for now anyway. She was surprised how disappointed she was on his early return and even more disappointed when Mark fucked her that night. It was so plain, so regular, so taken for granted. It was only when she recalled the image in the glass of Lou pumping away at her did she orgasm.

Minneapolis, a town where she grew up and knew well. She hadn’t lived there since at 18 she and Mark moved away together. It always felt weird to be back.

She arrived late and when her mom picked her up at the airport they drove straight to the care center. They drove through some of the seedier parts of town and Jennifer stared out the window at the blinking lights of Minneapolis nightlife, mostly bars and strip joints. One extra glitzy strip joint’s marquee had ‘Amateur Week’ blinking boldly. She wondered what it would be like to show complete strangers her body. A sexual shiver rushed through her body. She knew she would have to find out.

After spending several hours at the hospital, Jennifer and her mother drove home. Jennifer would have fallen straight to sleep if not for the wetness between her legs. Her fingers worked her clit as she imagined strange men slipping dollar bills into her g-string as they gawked at her creamy white tits with dirty, dirty thoughts on their minds. Her body shook as she came and she bit her lip to avoid moaning out loud.

The next morning they headed back to see her dad. He had collapsed a few days ago and bruised his hips but would be able to go home in a week or two. In last nights drive Jennifer hadn’t noticed that the care center was on the outskirts of the University of Minnesota campus.

Her Mom spoke up, “I’ll show you where the bus let’s off so you can stop by tonight. It will be a great relief to get back to work while you sit with dad.” Her work consisted of bringing meals to the elderly and visiting the lonely until early evening and was glad to help.

After their visit they stopped by the mall for lunch.  Since her mom just wanted to look at the latest purses they split up for a few. Shortly thereafter Jennifer found herself inside Frederick’s Lingerie. Thinking of the strip club she picked out a few outfits for fun, even trying one on, a black g-string with a semi see through top and a long black silk robe. She imagined the eyes watching. A few minutes later she walked out of the store with her new outfit along with a few pairs of sexy panties.

A few hours later Jennifer was standing naked in front of the mirror. She had just shaved her pussy bare except for a tiny triangle of soft blonde hair just above her slit. Again she wondered if men would really like her body. She felt her boobs and knew men liked them bigger but at a B-cup they were still nice and firm. She wasn’t sure she had the courage to go up and dance in front of strangers, but would find out when and if the time came.

Derrick Wilson spotted her getting off the bus. He had just sat down on the grass after throwing the football with his frat mates. He watched the pre-occupied beauty walk slowly up the street looking around as though she was lost. A few seconds later he was walking next to her.

“You look a bit lost,” he said in an engaging tone.

Jennifer looked up at the handsome young man and smiled.  Even though she knew where the care center was, she liked his attention and let him direct her to the front door.

“Dude, what are you doing?” blurted his friend to him a few minutes after Jennifer had disappeared inside the building.

“Gonna bag me a soccer mom my man.” He high-fived his buddy.

“But ain’t she married?”

“Married with two kiddies at home.five hundred miles from here. She’s all alone and in need to be Derricked”.

“oh yeah?”

“Twenty bucks says I have her panties pinned up on the board within a week.” He gloated.

“I’d like to see you win that bet.”

It was dark when Jennifer emerged from the care center.  She gave Mark a quick call on her cell phone and gave him an update and that she was heading straight home to bed. She hung up and stared down the street to where the bus stop was. After a moment and a sigh she headed towards the stop. She clutched her large handbag that still contained her new outfit.

As she approached the stop a taxi came into view.  Without thinking her hand went up and the cab pulled over. A moment later she was headed to the other side of town. For a minute she thought about Derrick. She wasn’t sure why she lied about having kids to him but when he asked if she was a soccer mommy she couldn’t resist.

Slightly embarrassed Jennifer had the cabby drop her off a block away from the strip club. She entered the club trembling.

“12 dollar cover includes one drink,” a young man blurted as he had said so many times before. Jennifer started to open her purse. The man reconsidered. “Or are you here to dance?” Jen nodded her head. The man looked her up and down quickly and then smiled. “Cool, you go this way.” He hopped up and opened a different door.  “Just go down this hall and through that door, they’ll get you set up.”

She slowly walked down the hall and entered a large room. Several young girls were sitting around smoking. A large woman came over to Jennifer with a clipboard. “Hi, I’m Roberta. You here for amateur night?” Jen nodded again.

“First name?”

“Jennifer”

“Stage Name?”

Jennifer thought for a moment. The best she could come up with was Lacey.

“Topless only, House gets fifty percent. You’ll be on in twenty minutes along with Destiny over there.”

Destiny gave her a smile and showed her to a seat next to her. She quickly pegged Jennifer as a newbie and Jen gave her the quick low-down on needing money in a hurry which Destiny immediately sympathized with her and introduced her to the other girls. Jennifer let her put her hair in pigtails and they all agreed it made her look much younger. After a bit of lipstick and tons of eyeliner Jennifer was ready as she ever could be.

Walter Jennings had already been in the club for a few hours nursing drinks and watching the regular titties dance by. He had thought about leaving until the announcer introduced the first amateur lady of the night. He watched Jennifer stumble out and his first thought was how stupid a name was Lacey for a girl wearing satin. He laughed to himself.

Jennifer was grateful that two other girls were dancing at the same time as having all eyes on her would have been too much. As it was, it took nearly ten minutes for her to lose her robe. A table full of businessmen finally persuaded her to step off the stage on to their table to dance. With only minutes left in her set and then men chanting, “We want tits! We want tits!” did she finally unclasp her bra. Closing her eyes, she let it fall to the table amidst their cheers.

Walter watched the happenings with interest and a smile.  The new girl had a nice body and a cute pert set of tits. He would need to get a closer look at them the next time she came out. But by the frightened look in her eye he wondered if she would be back.

Jennifer wondered as well. Back in the dressing room she sat with a frightened puppy look in her eyes. She wasn’t turned on at all. Perhaps this wasn’t what she thought it would be. Destiny sat down and handed her a rum and coke. They talked for a bit and Jennifer relaxed as the alcohol hit her system. Twenty minutes and a second drink gave her enough courage to give it another try.

Back on stage again, Jennifer was more prepared. She made her way from table to table enjoying the way the men looked at her and they way they eagerly slipped dollar bills into her g-string. At least two older men told her that they were in love with her. Another made her blush with his wish of gripping her ponytails like a motorcycle handlebar while she wrapped her lips around his cock.

Walter watched with anticipation. The young blonde was making her way to his table and she was looking better with every step she got closer. She also began to look more and more familiar. By the time she was on his table he swore he knew her, her eyes, her smile. He watched her short dance, marveling at her cute body and puffy nipples.

After another moment the song ended and she took his dollars, thanked him and got off the table. Her voice rung a note in his head. Walter was pretty damn sure he knew who she was. And if this was the case it was an age-old dream come true.

A few minutes later handed Roberta a bill and asked if Lacey’s name wouldn’t happen to be Jennifer.

“Oh yeah, Nice girl, dire straits, needs the money bad.”

When Jennifer got back to the dressing room she was much happier this time. She had done what she had wanted to do although the thrill wasn’t at all what she had hoped.  She figured to grab a cab and head out.

Destiny came over to her and congratulated her on a great second run but added a warning.

“Stay away from the big bald guy he was eying you up and down. He’s nothing but a big perv and’ll  stick his finger right up your snatch if you gave him half a second.”

Jennifer recalled him. “He seemed nice enough to me.”

“Oh, old Walter will screw with your mind if you let him. Hell he was just recently fired for making a pass at one of his students, the old fuck.”

“Students?”

“Yeah, used to be a guidance counselor over at central for years. Bet he perved on all the girls.”

“Huh.” Jen blurted in thought.

“Just stay away from him, k Jen? I gotta run and pick up my kid from his dads. Hope to see again soon. Luck.” She gave Jennifer a kiss on the cheek.

Jennifer watched her leave and sat down again. Now this was something different altogether. Mr. Walter Jennings.  Yeah, she remembered him well although back then he had a full head of hair and a beard. It was no wonder she didn’t recognize him with clean-shaven, bald headed look. Not to mention the 60 plus pounds he had put on.  And yeah, he was a pervert.

She could easily remember the few times in his office where his look would always drift downward to her chest.  It had always made her feel uncomfortable but also always made her nipples get hard. Just like they were getting right now. Maybe she wouldn’t leave just yet.

As she made her way back to the stage she handed Roberta half the tips. Roberta grabbed her arm lightly.

“Hey, baldy seems to remember you. Give him a good show.”

When Jennifer came out for her third dance she was much more relaxed and at ease due to the alcohol and more than a little excited knowing her old guidance counselor would be ogling her, know exactly whose tits he was looking at. She knew he would want more of a show and she was going to give it to him.

It was only a matter of minutes before she was down to her tiny leopard panties. Pretending not to notice Walter and the $5 laying on his table Jennifer made her way off the stage and around to the surrounding tables.

Walter watched and waited. He hoped she wouldn’t recognize him as it would surely freak her out and scare her away.

Jennifer had to make her way to the stage often as her panties were quickly loaded with bills as this time she was a bit more accommodating. She played with them even allowing a man in a suit that dropped a ten for her to place his face between her tits as she squeezed them together.

Even the fingers that slide one-dollar bills into her panties felt good but what excited her was that he was watching, watching this innocent ex-cheerleader get dirty.

It was only minutes before her set was over that she stepped her tiny foot onto his table.

“It’s about time!” Walter laughingly chided her. About time he got a close up view of her tits and ass he had so long coveted.

Once on the table, Jennifer got on her knees and began to caress her breasts while her hips gyrated slowly to the music. Up close she could see indeed it was Mr.  Jennings. He may have looked totally different but those glasses and voice gave him away. He looked into her eyes and then exactly as he had done fourteen years ago let his eyes drop to her chest. Except this time there was no tube top, just her bare breasts for him to enjoy.

Her hands slid down her legs and picked the five up off the table. Pulling the waistband of her panties out a few inches she tucked in the $5 and let it snap back.  All the while Walter’s eyes stared intently at her tits.

Jennifer rolled over and stuck her butt up in the air.  When she looked back she slightly shocked that he had his face less than an inch from her ass. She felt him put his hands on her ankles, sending an electric quiver throughout her entire body. She quickly rolled over.

“I don’t think you’re allowed to do that.” Jennifer blurted, sounding almost scared.

“Sorry, it was an, umm, accident” He smiled and threw down another five. “Keep going” He had regained his composure now.

Jennifer gladly started again, this time allowing him to put the five in her waistband. His fingers on her inner thigh again sent waves of pleasure through her body. She squeezed her tits right in front of his face.

Walter leaned in and whispered, “20 bucks, let’s see the kootch.” He slipped the twenty between her squeezed tits.

If it were anyone else in the bar, she would have left the table. Jennifer looked around. It was dark, loud and the two new dancers had most others attention.

Walter wasn’t sure what she would do and was slightly surprised when she kept the twenty and laid back on the table. She put her feet on the table with her knees in the air and spread. Then he watched as the once young Jennifer Walsh, voted sweetheart of the year, slide her finger between her crotch and her panties and slowly pull them to the side exposing herself to him. A perfect slit, with lips seemingly swollen and a small tuft of blonde hair. He could barely think of half the ways he wanted to lick/suck/fuck her before she was off the table, leaving him with only a devilish smile.

Walter quickly made his way to the ATM machine.

Backstage Jennifer was all a quiver. She didn’t even care about all the money she had. She took a deep breath and fought off the urge to massage her swollen clit. It was time to go now, head back home to bed where she would rub herself into oblivion. She knew she had made Walters’ night, perhaps his week, month or year.

A few minutes later Roberta came over to her. Jennifer held up half the money for her.

“Not yet blondie. Gentleman wants a table dance with you.”

“Which man?” As if she didn’t know.

“Large bald guy, curtain number three. You want it or not?”

Jennifer thought for a moment. She had already showed him everything. He wanted to see it again. This could be quite fun teasing him.

“Umm, yeah, sure, I guess”

Jennifer got back up and dressed in her original black satin outfit. She smiled at the thought of poor Walter drooling to see her body again.

Walter knew the rules. No touching. He didn’t care. He knew she needed money and had already broken one rule by showing him her cunt for 20 bucks. What would she do for fifty, a hundred, two? He waited quietly on the soft velvet couch. He recalled the day in his office as he and the then budding 15 year-old Jennifer discussed career choices. He would never forget the white tube top she wore that day and how it hugged those cute little tits of hers.

He could make out the shape of her nipples through the material. Oh how he wanted to jump to her chair and just pull down the top and suck on them. He had fucked Jennifer a hundred different ways in his fantasies that year. His thought was interrupted by the curtain being pulled back and a timid looking Jennifer walking in.

Jennifer looked around the small enclosed space.

“Hello.” she blurted nervously.

“Relax, I’m just trying to help you out, I know you need the money.”

Jennifer looked at him sharply.

Walter grinned, “One of the girls mentioned it. I can tell you’ve never done anything like this before.”

Jennifer looked down in false embarrassment. “Last resorts suck.”

It was exactly what Walter wanted to hear. “Well, we’ll see what we can do.” he encouraged. “Just have some fun and dance for me for a few, I’ll help you along.” He knew she must be in some deep shit to have to resort to nude dancing, but he really didn’t care a lick about her problems, he just wanted to get his hands on her tits.  Nothing in the world like a fantasy coming to reality.

“You’re very kind...”

“William, my name is William.”

Jennifer perked up, “Well okay William”

Just then the music started. She took off her robe and tossed it on the couch. Walter tossed down a twenty. She began dancing for him.

“Now, off with the top” he said as he threw down ten.  Jennifer closed her eyes as she undid the hooks behind her back and removed the bra. With one hand she tossed the bra on the couch while the other instinctively covered her breasts. Walter softly grabbed her elbow and pulled her arm from her chest. He let go when she obliged.

At that moment he noticed the slim white band on her tanned finger. Poor little housewife out to save her pitiful hubby who at this moment had no idea how far she was going to help him. It would be farther than she would ever expect.

“Sorry, nerves” she said with a soft smile.

She continued to dance as seductively as she could. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen yet.

Walter tossed out another twenty. “Come closer, let me get a better look at your tits.”

Jen moved closer, she rubbed and squeezed her tits only inches from his face.

Another twenty. “Now squash them around my face like you did the other gentleman earlier.”

Before she had a chance to move she was looking down at his bald head that was now pressed between her breasts.  She felt his hands on her thighs.

“William?” she stuttered.

William sat back and lied. “It’s okay, rules are more relaxed back here.” He took two twenties from his pocket and set them on the table. “Now why don’t you turn around, sit on my legs and give me a real lap dance.”

Jennifer was mesmerized as his hands slowly turned her around and pulled her down on his leg.

“Now just grind into my leg like you were fucking it.” Walters voice had become much more stern. He knew he was in control of this na‹ve young woman and now entertained dirty thoughts than just pawing at her tits.

Jen was stunned at his order, but followed directions, staring at the growing pile of money on the table.  Despite her nervousness she was still quite wet and it felt heavenly to grind on his leg.

She felt his hands on her waist slowly begin to slide up her body. Her hands covered her breasts but his strong hands forced their way under them and began to squeeze and knead her tits.

“That’s a good girl. You listen good.” After all these years he finally got his hands on those creamy white pert little beauties. Yes, her body had held up well. A few more years and it would be too late, but for now she was still quite ripe.

Jennifer continued to grind herself into his leg. His large sweaty hands were now massaging and pinching her nipples hard. She began feeling uncomfortable and for the first time wished she could leave. She knew he wouldn’t let her.

She felt his hands slid from her breasts and down over her belly. One hand disappeared and she felt him slide two more twenties into her hand.

“Put these on the table.”

She obeyed. As she dropped the two on the table he took her hand and guided it downwards. Suddenly she felt her finger wrapping around his short but fat cock.

“William no.” She softly protested even she allowed him to move her hand up and down on his shaft.

“Just look at the money. Keep going and there will be more, stop and it’s gone.”

When he felt Jennifer’s tiny hand begin to rub his cock on her own he allowed his hands to return to her body, one to her breasts, the other wrapping around her waist and over her pantied crotch. He wasn’t surprised when her legs spread slightly giving him better access. He could feel her wetness seeping through her panties already. Poor repressed housewife is gonna have one sterling confession this Sunday.

“Bend over so I can get a better look at this ass.” he ordered.

Jennifer felt him push her off his leg and she leaned over the table, staring down at the pile of money. His clammy hands were all over her ass and thighs. Suddenly a fifty dollar bill appeared in front of her eyes.

“Read the fine print on that for a few minutes.”

Walter knew she would be quiet as he pulled the silky black material of her panties to the side, revealing her wet slit to him once again. When his finger touched the lips of her pussy, he felt her jump slightly as she took a quick breath. He thought he heard her whine.

“That’s a good girl, don’t move,” he whispered as his fingers spread her lips. He placed his thumb over her clit and began massaging it.

Jennifer closed her eyes and swooned as his thumb worked her. Her hips seemingly moved on their own as his thumb dipped deeper and deeper inside. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this, she should go. She fought the urge to orgasm. She was so wet she could hear his finger slipping in and out of her. A hundred dollar bill suddenly appeared.

“And now for the coup de grace my wet little student.”

Jennifer felt his grip tighten on her hips and begin to pull her down on him. In an instant she felt his fat cock slip inside her.

“Oh god, William, No” she blurted.

William put his hand over her mouth tightly. “SHhhhh.”

With one hand covering her muffled cries of protest and the other going from breast to breast he pumped his cock into her. Jennifer was 15 again, they were in his office on his chair. Her tube top was pulled down and he was fucking her. He was going to cum inside sweet little Jenny Walsh at last.

Suddenly Jennifer felt him pull her down hard and hold her still. His cock spasmed and she could feel the jets of cum emptying inside her.

For a minute her held her still on top of him until he was at last spent. He then pushed her off of him and she fell to her knees on the floor, her face hidden in shame. He got up, zipped his pants and turned to her.

“Thanks for the dance. Let’s do it again tomorrow, huh?” He said crudely and reached for the pile money. He laughed knowing the look on her face when she found out she was just fondled, probed and fucked for a one dollar bill. Another moment he was gone.

Jennifer left without even touching the money. In the cab home she struggled with what had just happened. She had to stop, it was getting out of control. It would stop.

Later that night in bed Jennifer had her most power orgasm ever as she recalled how Mr. Walter Jennings had forced himself inside her and how he squeezed her so tightly when he came. How happy he must have been knowing he had just raped his ex-student for a buck. She could feel his cum that was still in her.

Although she wouldn’t return to the strip club Jennifer continued to enjoy teasing Derrick each day. She didn’t question why he was always there near the stop when she arrived and shrugged off his flirtations as though she was too naive to realize he wanted to be more than a friend. She knew how easy it would be to let him fuck her, but she wanted him to feel luckier it as though he had somehow managed to seduce a faithful soccer mom. She loved that term.

Each day she played him better and better, including the day she cried about missing her family.

Derrick was becoming more and more resigned to the fact that he was NOT going to bag a soccer mom. Jennifer was too faithful and showed zero indication that she was interested in him. He had one last hope. If somehow he could manage to get her to come to Friday’s usual frat party he could use a bit of liquor to ‘loosen her up’.  Well, perhaps a lot of liquor.

He was even more surprised that on Friday afternoon Jennifer took him up on his offer. A cold beer sounded great after a long stressful week and that after her visit she would meet him.

Jennifer was already prepared, as she carried no purse, just the money in her jeans.

A nervous Jennifer made Derrick wait until 11pm before she emerged from the center. Derrick was once again as engaging as ever and made her feel right at home back at the house. With her hair in a ponytail she felt that she didn’t look too much older than the kids there and she was glad when no one except Derrick and his roomie paid much attention to her.

After two beers she already felt a buzz coming on. She wanted to stay in control of the situation so she rejected their offer for a third but did accept a cup of very weak tasting punch. Someone said ‘Smile!” and a bright flash followed as someone took a Polaroid of her.

She had no idea that it was made with grain alcohol. It wasn’t until about four cups and an hour later that hit seemed to hit her all at once. Suddenly she could barely stand.

Derrick was now leading her somewhere down the hall.

Once in his room Derrick shut the door and began to kiss her. Jennifer returned his kiss and was now more than ready to let him have her. Of course she still managed a few “Why are you doing this to me?” and “But I’m married, my husband.” as his strong hands roamed her body and he kissed and bit her neck.

Reluctantly she allowed him to remove her shirt and slide his hand under her bra, impressed with how quickly he managed to unclasp it. When he began sucking on her tits, Jennifer closed her eyes and put her head back to the wall. His rhythmic sucking as though he was a baby nursing drove her wild.

Then she felt him push her downward to her knees. When he pulled his cock out of his pants she marveled at it for only a moment before wrapping her lips around it.

Derrick smiled. He actually almost felt bad that this faithful wife was suddenly on her knees sucking cock and about to be pounded. By the way she was sucking he knew she needed it though, all cute wives and moms should slip off to a college campus and get fucked every so often.

He gripped her ponytail and forced her to suck faster.  He would have cum already himself if it weren’t for all the beer, which was fine because he wanted to fuck her good and hard now.

Shortly with a few words of encouragement he led Jennifer to the bed. He unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down. The leopard panties were too much though. He watched them drop to the floor. He laid her back on the bed as he took his own clothes off. His eyes never left her pussy. He could almost taste it. And then he did taste it.

Jennifer just let it all happen. In just a few moments she was cumming on his face and again as soon as his cock entered her.

Derrick took his time though, enjoying fucking her in many positions, lastly being doggy style. The way her ass shook when he slapped into her, the grip of her cunt, the sound of her muffled grunts when he shoved it in deep was too much. He gripped her hips and trust in deep. His cum flooded into her.

Derrick climbed off of her and Jennifer watched his naked butt as he wrapped a towel around himself and stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind him.  Closing her eyes she laid her head back and let the mix of sex and alcohol course through her body. It had felt like heaven wrapping her legs around the young stallion as he pounded his ever hard cock into her. She began to drift off.

Jennifer came back as she felt Derrick climb back on the bed and spread her legs. When she opened her eyes she was shocked.

It wasn’t Derrick that was poised above her, it was his roommate Eric. But before she could even say a word his cock was in her and he began fucking her furiously. Her protests quickly abated as the room began to spin. She was barely aware when he climbed off of her and another young man took his place, and then another.

At one point she opened her eyes when someone was kneeling next to her head. He had turned her head towards him and jammed his cock in her mouth. At the same time someone had lifted her legs onto their shoulders and began fucking her.

Jennifer briefly became aware that there were many people in the room laughing and cheering. She never noticed Derrick standing next to the bed with his video camera capturing all the action. Another moment later she heard a loud grunt and her mouth was flooded with a hot load of cum. She pulled her head back and his next wave of cum sprayed over her face. The next boy held her head tight as he sent hot streams of cum flooding down her throat. Another cheer were soon followed by chants for ‘Turk!’.

She would be barely aware of the parade of cocks that fucked her every which way, although she would remember how Turk had flipped her over on her belly and raped her ass. Although raped was hardly the word as she remembered the painful pleasure it had given her.  

The room spun again as she slowly became unaware of the procession of bodies that continued to abuse her body through the night.

At about 3 am she woke, feeling sick. She grabbed a nearby tee shirt and sweatpants, put them on and ran for the bathroom. When she got back to the room she was unable to find her clothes and decided to get out of there. She never noticed her panties pinned to the bulletin board below her picture where they would remain for the rest of the year. As quickly and quietly as she could she left, eventually hailing a cab which she would have to pay when she got home.

Jennifer slept most of the next day and only awoke when her mom came home from the center with her father. She sat in bed for quite awhile trying to recall all what had happened and was soon to remember why her pussy was so sore right now. Once again a rush of mixed feelings filled her.  

Slowly the memories seeped in of how so many boys had been between her legs or had forcefully stuck their cocks in her mouth. She slowly put her hand to her belly and rubbed softly as she knew where most of their cum was now.

When she went to the bathroom and took off the unfamiliar shirt she was shocked by what she saw in the mirror. Aside from the cum that was matted in her hair and crusted on her body there was something else. All over her body, in black marker, were the names of the boys who had fucked her. On her breasts, stomach, thighs and pussy were more than thirty names. She stared at herself for a long time. What would Mark think if he knew his loving wife had just been gang-banged in a fraternity house.

Once in the shower, Jennifer was careful to not clean off the names. She wouldn’t be flying home until tomorrow and she wanted to feel the names on her for awhile. Despite the soreness of her pussy, Jennifer rubbed herself to an intense orgasm as various of bits and pieces of last night came back to her.

Later that evening she marveled on how satisfied she was now with her sexual exploration. She just wanted to be safe at home again and leave this slut behind. Perhaps now she could go back and once again be Mark’s wife.

And perhaps not...

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Wifeseducer                                                                  end (part4)