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Subject: {ASSM} Bus Monitor 2
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Date: Mon, 14 Dec 2015 14:12:17 -0500
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Bus Monitor  2

    The radio blaring away, taking the sleep  from my mind. Damn, looking 
to the window and seeing it dark. Pulling the covers  up over my breasts as I 
shiver deliciously for a few brief seconds.
Then  throwing the covers back, bolting to the hallway and turning the 
thermostat up  to 68. Then groaning as I plop down on the cool toilet seat and 
shiver as I  relieve myself. Thinking to myself, that maybe I should go back 
to wearing  pajamas or a nightgown. Wiping from behind front to back as my 
mother taught me  and then turning on the tap water, adjusting to let it warm 
up a bit. Pushing  the door mostly closed and critically looking at my body 
in the full mirror on  the back of the bathroom door.
    Starting with my face, seeing the middle  aged woman, not a beauty. The 
long nose and the too wide mouth.  Well at  least offset by the hazel eyes 
that when my lips turn up cause a nice, very nice  smile. Hair still a 
collection of colors, the roots showing all too well that I  am a brunette. 
Noting that my lips aren't as pouty and no bruising on my cheek  anymore. Eyes 
lowering to the small breasts thrusting proudly from my chest. The  nipples 
hard and sticking straight from the round areola. Shaking my head as the  
breasts would be an embarrassment to a twelve year old, at least nowadays.  
Looking lower to the soft round of my mound. Hairless and the lips also not  
puffy and swollen anymore. The labia full, even when not aroused. The wide hips 
 a bit too wide as they taper to the long trim thighs and legs. At least if 
you  carry a little extra weight, being tall helps to distribute it better. 
Thinking  of my friend Susan. Sheesh, if she weighed 140 with her height, 
she would  be zaftig. Never had anyone  say that about me.
    All and all, the body not bad for a  40 plus woman. Age that is. Hands, 
finger splayed pushing at my tummy, not much  sag for having had a kid.  
Turning to the mirror over the sink, looking  deep into my hazel eyes as I run 
the water over my face and hands.  Eyes  opening with the realization that 
today is Saturday and no work.  No loaded  bus full of young girls and boys. 
 A deep sigh of relief, as I pad to the  kitchen and flip the button for 
the coffee maker. 
     Looking out into the back yard  of the small house.  Red Hook, not 
quite a metropolis; but soothing to the  nerves and pocketbook.    A small 
rural community north of  Poughkeepsie.  Not that far from home; but far enough 
away to be a cheap  investment with a lot of TLC for the house.  The 
seclusion from other  houses and the 5 acres of property a nice bonus.  Working for 
the Red Hook  School District; but not living in the village direct is 
soothing.  The  woods on three sides of the property and a few houses along the 
road makes it  nice and sedate.
    The gurgling of the coffee pot  bringing me back, as I pull a mug from 
the closet, so needing this first  cup.  The skies just having a tinge of 
light in them as the sun rises on  another dreary winter day.  At least most 
of the snow is gone, even thought  the temperature is hovering around the 20 
mark right now.  Shivering and  walking to the bedroom to grab a robe.  
Standing next to an air register  and feeling the warm air blowing over my feet 
and lower legs.  Being  trapped under the robe and warming my upper legs.  
Fluffy blue slippers and  the burgundy terrycloth robe the typical attire of 
a housewife and mother.   Minus of course a husband and child at present.  
Thinking of my daughter,  working further up north near Troy and my sister 
back in Connecticut.   Times have changed in the past few years.  From sharing 
a house with two  people, to being alone.  From having a very good paying 
job as an up and  rising manager, to being a bus monitor and substitute 
teacher.  Lucky for  saving from my misguided youth; but financially satisfying 
ventures.
    Walking back to the kitchen and  pouring a mug of coffee.  Adding the 
half and half as I inhale the scent  from the fresh brew.  Then walking back 
to the living room and looking out  the bay window to the dark road.  No 
street lights or sidewalks.  No  lights from the distant houses, not even able 
to see them in the pre dawn.   Savoring the warmth as I tuck my legs under 
me on the chair.  Pulling the  robe over the long folded legs and snuggling 
into the easy  chair. 
    Mind wandering back to the long road  that brought me here, to the 
beginning of my middle age.  The quiet  Catholic girl that had to visit 
relatives for a summer, rumored to have had a  baby.  The girl the boys wanted to 
date on the sly; but not let their  friends know.  Easy some said.  The girl 
that if the truth be known,  had more secrets then was whispered as she 
walked by a group of girls.  A  fairly subdued tenure in college, as her mother 
warned her of her previous  missteps.  Then a less then two year stint in the 
military.  Being  allowed to leave before her hitch was up.  Years of 
learning about sex with  black men and developing a weakness for sexual 
misadventures.  An abusive  fiancee at the end of their long relationship.  The 
online business that  would make her mother have a stroke.  And finally coming 
back to New York,  to Connecticut and being hired and being good at being an 
auditor and a team  leader.  Occasional married men and single women again, 
not finding the  norm as my sexual appetite. 
    Finally, settling down to a sex life  of masturbation and ending up 
being gang raped by a bunch of young boys.   Eyes watering as I relive the 
helplessness to prevent it and the helplessness as  I felt my body, myself 
responding to their attention.  Sick woman, needy  woman.  Shaking my head in 
disgust at how weak I am.  Absently fingers  pulling gently on my hard nipples 
as I think on the pain and pleasure and  humiliation.  The fear of what was 
happening and the fear of what would be  the result in the future.   Moaning 
softly as my finger pull on the  hard nipples, shifting my legs as I feel 
my labia swelling with blood.   Forcing myself to release the hard sensitive 
nub.
    As the gloom turns to light, having  another cup of coffee, feeling 
awake now, as my finger tap at the keys of my  laptop computer.  Checking in on 
my emails and responding.  Not seeing  anyone online on my buddy list that 
might be interesting to talk with, so  heading to a chat room and seeing 
what might be happening.  Masturbation  and cybe,r sort of a sad comment on my 
sex life.  Surprising how the time  moves along when you are online.  The 
third mug of coffee gone in what  seems like a moment.  The time as I look 
down in the corner, almost 10  AM.
    Sitting cozily with my fourth mug of  coffee and tapping away happily, 
teasing an unlucky, or maybe you might say  lucky girl in a room.  Almost 
jumping, when the doorbell announced in a  strident jingle that someone wanted 
my attention at the door.  Peeking out  the window, not having seen anyone 
walk up the path to the front porch, I still  couldn't see who was at the 
door.  The the strident jingle  again.
    Placing the laptop on the footstool  in front of me, half closing the 
lid and standing up  undecided.    Wrapping the sides of the robe tight to my 
body and  belting it, as I walk to the front door.  Standing on tiptoes to 
peek out  the small glass windows at the top; but not seeing anyone there.  
Then  jumping as the bell rings for the third time. 
    Hand reaching reflectively for the  doorknob, other hand turning the 
upper lock and then the doorknob  lock.    Swinging the door wide open and 
looking out, one hand  patting my hair.  Realizing that I had not taken a comb 
to it.
    Seeing the two teenage boys on the  porch, envelope in their hand, 
their bikes laying on the sides up by the  road.  Nice looking boys, wearing 
khaki pants and letter jackets from the  High School. 
    "Good morning,"  looking at  them wondering what they are collecting 
for this time of year.     The boys smiling back,  "good morning Ms Rust.  Can 
we come in and  explain what we are looking for your help with?"  Feeling 
myself not  dressed to have company; but not wanting to seem rude, reaching 
for the storm  door and undoing the lock.  One boy pulling the door open and 
the boys  stepping in past me.  Shivering as I feel the cold air against my 
legs and  the opening of my neck.
    Not sure that I was going to let  them in the house; but following 
them, after closing the doors.  The boys  sitting on the sofa, as I sit down 
again in my easy chair.  Hand holding  the hem of my robe together as I sit 
primly legs together, looking from one to  the other.  "You may not know us Ms 
Rust; but we are members of the Cross  Country Team and the Track Team.  
Knowing that you are a past supporter, we  thought that you might be willing to 
help us out again."
    Cocking my head to the side as I  listen, trying to remember giving to 
the High School running teams.   Standing and walking out to the  kitchen to 
get my pocketbook for a  chair.  Listening to the snaps on their varsity 
jackets as they pull them  open.  The older looking of the two boys offering, 
"it is a bit warm in  here Ms Rust," as I walk back into the room.
    Sitting down and opening my purse,  pulling out my checkbook, as the 
one boy writes down my contact information on  his donation form.  Looking at 
the young men as they shuffle papers, noting  they seem nervous.  I guess 
some don't like to come to others and ask for  money.  The older of the two a 
tall slender blonde boy of 15 maybe, the  other boy a shorter and lithe of 
build, a fair skinned redhead.  This one  maybe a year younger.  Definitely 
the look of runners.  The older one  more confident as he asks the questions.
    Smiling and answering their  queries.  Seeing that I am first on their 
list today.  Moving to sit  on the foot stool for my easy chair, resting my 
checkbook on the coffee table  and filling out the date. " Who should I make 
the check out to?"   Looking up from my writing and seeing the boys not 
looking at my face; but  instead eyes looking at my bare legs.  Flushing a 
little and pulling the  robe closed as I read off of the subscription form.  Red 
Hook Cross Country  Team.  "Isn't your season done now.  I thought cross 
country was in  the Fall?" 
    "Yes it is over, we had quite a  successful season.  And are looking 
for supporters so that we can fix up  the course and buy new uniforms for next 
year."  The older one smiling  engagingly  as he leans forward.  "Will you 
be a big supporter for us,  Ms Rust, I notice that you are tall and have 
long legs.  Did you run when  you were in school?"  Thinking to myself, what a 
nice polite boy.   Wish there were more like him in the school.
    Shaking my head  to the  negative.  "Sorry, but I can't say that I did 
much of the normal athletics  in school.  Does $20 seems like a good amount. 
 What did I contribute  last time you needed support?"
    Looking up at the boy sitting on the  sofa.  Waiting as he pulls his 
manilla envelope from the table and reaches  inside.  "well, the money seems 
good, more then most give; but we were kind  of hoping that you might 
actively help the team as you
      "I think you have the wrong  name on that,  I might have given money; 
but I have never been to one of  your meets."  Looking to the other boy as 
he shifts on the sofa.  Then  back to the blonde kid.  Feeling uncomfortable 
as I catch the redhead  looking at my legs again.  Pulling the robe closed 
at the neck and sitting  stiffly.
    "Well.  I guess that will be all,"  standing up and feeling self 
conscious now.
      "Have a seat Ms Rust, I just  want to remind  you of your past 
efforts in helping the morale of some of  my teammates."  Smiling at me as he 
slides papers from the envelope he is  holding and setting them on the table.
    Feeling a hand clenching my heart, as I  see the 8"x10" printed photo 
on top.  A hard intake of breath, as I try to  breathe, staring down at the 
picture of my torso, nude, coated with cum and a  puddle of cum between my 
legs on the vinyl seat of the bus.  The picture  that was left on my cell 
phone.
    "You fucking little bastards."  The  words tumbling from my mouth in a 
half scream, half moan.  Feeling tears  welling in my eyes, as I stare down 
at the picture, knowing the others beneath  are the other pictures taken as 
the band of boys raped me in the back of the  bus.  "Get out.  Get out of my 
house."  Screaming the words as I  fight for control of my emotions.
    The blonde boy sitting back a big  relaxed smile on his face.  One hand 
patting the sofa between him and the  other red headed boy.  "Sit down Ms 
Rust, or can I call you Patrice.   We have things to talk about."
    Fear now replacing my outrage, as the  boy stares steadily at me.  His 
hand patting the sofa cushion more  earnestly.  The other boy, not saying a 
word, just watching this exchange,  looking as scared as I feel.  Reaching 
into his jacket pocket and pulling  out his cell phone the blonde boy turns 
the face of the phone to me, showing the  picture in the small display.  "Do 
you want everyone to see this picture  and the others?  I think you need to 
sit down and think this over Ms Rust."  His hand reaching to mine, pulling 
on it, urging me forward to sit on the  sofa.  "Come sit down and we will 
talk about this."
    Finding myself moving forward, shivering  as my body reacts,  sitting 
down between the two boys, my hands reaching to  the small pile of papers, 
scattering them on the coffee table as I look down at  the photos.  My body 
heaving in sobs of helplessness.  Feeling the  boy's arm stroking soothingly 
on my back as I lean forward, head in my hands,  trying to collect my 
thoughts and emotions.  "Here is what the situation is  Ms Rust.  You have some 
very damaging pictures of yourself and some boys  having sex in the back of a 
bus.  It seems like maybe they are forcing you;  but in some pictures it 
seems that you are using these boys."  The blonde  headed boy leaning forward 
and picking out a couple of pictures. 
    Looking down at the picture of the young  boy shoving himself into my 
sloppy pussy, my legs curled around his hips, heels  digging into his ass,  
Looking like I am pulling/ holding him in my hole as  my hips lift off the 
seat, arching.  Then another picture almost similar  with another boy, a 
different one.  Watching numbly as the boy is shuffling  the 8x10's.  The larger 
pictures making it easy to identify the woman's  body as mine.  The markings 
on my breasts and upper chest and on my  thighs.  The pictures showing the 
hairless bodies of the boys.  Now  counting to myself as I can see that 
there were at least seven different  ones.
    Laying back against the sofa disgusted  with these boys, disgusted with 
myself eyes closed, trying to block out the very  defined pictures.  Eyes 
opening with blurred vision from my tears as I feel  a hand touching my bare 
thigh.  Looking at the blonde headed kid as his  hand moves over the top of 
my thigh to the inside, and then moving slowly up my  leg.  My hand reaching 
to cover his, holding it.  Then feeling the  other boy following the first, 
his hand shakily touching the velvety skin of my  thigh sliding upwards 
till my other hand stops his hand.  Feeling it  shaking under my grasp..
    Shaking my head side to side in denial  as I look from the blonde to 
the red head to the blonde again.  "No.   Please no.  You can't do this, 
please."  Begging as I watch the blonde  extend his other hand and reach for the 
tie of my robe.  "No.   No."  His actions not heeding my denial, my 
rejection.  The tie pulled  open and his hand pulling the sides of my robe open.  
The bare skin exposed  beneath my robe.  The small breasts tipped with the 
swollen nipples and the  hairless mound with the puffy labia open to their 
inspection.  Releasing  their hands and pulling the robe back closed as I look 
from one to the  other.
    Shaking his head as I meet his eyes, the  blonde boy reaches again for 
my robe, pulling it from my grasp, his other hand  moving up to brush 
against  my mound.  "you will cooperate Ms Rust, or  these pictures will go to 
everyone on your address book on your cell  phone.  You wouldn't want that 
would you?
    Shaking my head again as I whisper the  word, "no."  Sitting dumbly 
exposed as the boys reach forward and touch my  small breasts.  Fingers playing 
with the hard nipples.  Moaning as  they pinch and squeeze the sensitive 
tips.  Head thrown back and eyes  closed as I feel the hands moving over my 
body.  The blonde more confident  in his touch, the red head's fingers 
fumbling and shaky.  Feeling my legs  pulled open like gates, exposing the swollen 
lips of my pussy,  Letting  them see the faint outline of the pink walls, as 
the hidden slit, becomes more  exposed.  Biting my lower lip in frustration 
and humiliation as they pull  and probe at my womanhood with amateurish 
knowledge.
    My hands reaching forward as they pull  the lips apart and their 
fingers start to probe into my tunnel.  Reaching  protectively, to hide the shame 
of the wet walls.  Hands forming a cup over  my nether region.  Feeling the 
boy urging me to stand, my hands still  forming a barrier as the redheaded 
boy's fingers, try to push though my  hands.  Standing in a hopeless battle 
of my two hands against the four of  these two boys.  My robe being slid from 
my shoulders, standing now with  just the cuffs of my robe holding it to my 
body.  Then the arm sleeves  pulled free, now naked in my living room with 
two teenage boys pulling at my  body. 
    Trying to resist as I feel the tie from  my robe being knotted on my 
right wrist, then feeling it pulled behind me, my  left hand being wrestled 
behind and the tie, binding my wrists.   "Is  this what you want Ms Rust?"  My 
wrists being pulled roughly forcing me to  sit down between them again on 
the  sofa.  Both boys fumbling  with their pants as they look down at me.   
My long hard nipples  thrusting proudly from my chest, my legs pressed tight 
together, shielding my  pussy.  Eyes looking up at the boys, trying to catch 
their eyes and  make them feel guilty.  They are much too busy stepping out 
of their  clothing.  Their bodies slim and almost hairless.  Their cocks  
slapping against their stomachs, the hairless sacks small hanging from the  
medium length cocks.
    The blonde boy trying to pry my legs  apart, but unsuccessfully, as the 
red head, is content to  play with my  nipples, pinching and pulling and 
sucking the sweet nubs.  Struggling  silently the red head blocking my vision. 
 Then screaming with pain a brief  second after I feel the hard slap  
across my lower mound.  Then  another quick slap.  Feeling the pain of the blonde 
boy's belt as it  stripes across my belly and thighs.  Writhing in pain to 
escape the leather  strap, the red headed boy though slim, holding my upper 
body unintentionally  against the cushions of the sofa.
    Then screaming with tears flying from my  cheeks as my head shakes with 
the pain of the leather belt, striking on my pussy  lips.  My whole body 
tensing and trying to scramble away from the  belt.  Another one and then the 
pain duller as I lay sweating under the  other boy.
    "Now, open your legs you stupid bitch or  I will beat your cunt till 
you are black and blue."  Looking past the  skinny red headed boy and seeing 
the look on the blonde boy's face.  The  anger in his face, making me wilt as 
I feel the belt slapping against my lower  thighs.  Slowly relaxing my 
legs, opening them with a groan of pain as the  stripes of red across my body 
burn and pull on my skin.  Feeling the boy  pulling my legs further apart 
adjusting them as I lay back weakly against the  sofa.  Legs splayed open, 
feeling the fingers touching the swollen labia,  fingers inserting into my warm 
wet pussy, moaning as they slide in easily,  lubricated by my betraying 
arousal. 
    Hearing the soft wet sounds of the  fingers pushing in and pulling out 
of my wet tunnel.  My face flushed and  warm with my embarrassment as I feel 
my walls contracting on the fingers.   Moaning softly through my closed 
lips, jerking as I feel a finger touching my  hidden clit, just peeking from 
the hood.  My legs trembling as the boys  continue to tease my breasts and 
pussy.
    Hearing the laughter as the boy pulls  his fingers free, "this doesn't 
smell like pee on my fingers, smells more like a  needy cunt.  Now is the 
time for you make your contribution Ms Rust."   With a sweeping movement of 
his hand clearing the sturdy coffee table of the  disgusting pictures.  The 
table of oak, 4' wide by 2' deep and 18"  high. " Help me Mikey", hearing the 
blonde boy using the redheads  name.  The two boys pulling on my arms, 
pulling me to my feet and then  pushing me down on my back on the coffee table.  
My arms aching and sore as  I slam my back into them as I lay flat, looking 
up at the boys of both sides of  me.
    "Please, you can stop now and I won't  tell anyone.  You don't want to 
do this, it isn't right."  Thinking to  myself as I look from one boy to the 
other.  These boys are young enough to  be my sons.  Their not quite mature 
cocks, bobbing obscenely as the blonde  slides me on my back on the table 
till my head is off the table, shoulders  extended over the edge.  My legs on 
either side of the table as the blonde  boy stoops and kneels between my 
legs on the table.  Bracing his hands  alongside of my chest, as he positions 
his throbbing cock at the entrance to my  pussy.  A jerk of his hips and 
then another, as the cock stabs into my  labia and then my thigh, Reaching down 
with one hand and finally positioning the  blood engorged cock at the 
entrance and then with a jerk of his hips, the shaft  pushing into the sopping 
opening.  Moaning as I feel the cock pushing my  walls open as it slides into 
the grasping hole.  Feeling his hips against  my thighs, his ball sack 
touching the inside of my thighs.  Then feeling  him pull back, the walls 
collapsing shut as the cock is pulled out.  Again  and again in slow motion his 
cock  pushing in and out, looking up at his  hairless chest as he moves 
forward.  Again and again, finding a rhythm, as  the shaft works into my clenching 
pussy.  The boy looking down at me, as  smug smile wreathing his face, as he 
feels my cunt grasping his cock, kegeling  on his shaft.  Moaning weakly as 
I feel the pleasure of the cock fucking  slowly into me. 
     My head sore from trying to hold  it up over the edge of the table, 
and seeing Mikey kneeling down, feeling his  slender cock brushing against my 
cheek, then pressing into my lips.  Eyes  looking at him from upside down, 
seeing the slender maybe 5 inch cock, the small  ball sack tight underneath.  
His pubic area totally hairless.  Lips  opening around the engorged head of 
his cock, feeling the warm flesh pushing  into my mouth, his body jerking 
as my lips close on the shaft.  A grunt of  surprise and a groan of pleasure 
as my tongue licks along the shaft as he pulls  out, and then pushes it back 
into my warm mouth.  My cheeks sucking on the  smallish cock, feeling the 
redhead, tensing and quickly discharging a load of  thinnish cum into my 
mouth.  The warm jetting of the fluid coating my upper  mouth and swallowing the 
jets of jism and then feeling  him milking his  still hard shaft into my 
mouth.  Eyes fascinated as I saw his ball sack  tighten as he shot his load.
    Then with my lips still sucking on the  semi hard cock, feeling the 
blonde boy speeding up his fucking, knowing that he  is about ready to spill 
his seed in my warm wet cunt.  My walls clenching  on his cock, urging it to 
fill my womb with his seed.  My nipples aching  with pleasure, with need.   
Then hearing his grunt and another, each  one announcing a spewing of his 
fertile cum into my heated pussy.  Groaning  with release, falling against my 
chest as the spurts continue emptying his  seed.  My nipples aching as his 
hairless chest rubs on them.   Moaning  with pleasure as I feel his weight on 
my body.  My fat pussy  lips oozing with his cum and my lubrication as his 
cock slides out of my  opening. 
    Laying helpless under his light body,  waiting as he collects himself 
after his orgasm.  the other boy standing  and stroking his cock.  Thinking 
that whoever mentioned boys recovering  quickly were right.  His slender cock 
hard and straining in his small  hands.  Feeling my chest heaving, lifting 
the lifeless body with my  respiration.  Then finally feeling the blonde boy 
climbing off me.   Feeling the flow of his juices from my hole as his semi 
hard plug is pulled  out.  Looking at him from my awkward postion.  Seeing 
the redhead  moving around and out of sight and the blonde's legs coming into 
 view as I  look at him upside down.  His semi hard cock with a string of 
white cum  hanging from the head of his cock.  His fingers already working 
along the  shaft and with the blood pounding in my head, seeing it throbbing 
as it again  fills with blood. 
    My attention being drawn to my core, to  the inverted "Y" of my thighs 
and lower body.  Feeling the trembling legs  as the Mikey settles between my 
thighs, his cock pulsing as he aims it at the  sloppy opening of my cunt.  
Feeling the slender shaft with the fat head,  pushing into my pussy.  My 
walls against being pushed open and then  clenching on the invading organ.  
Hearing him moan as the warm slick walls  close on his cock.  Holding it in the 
grasp of my sheathe.  Giving two  quick squeezes as he lays half on my 
lower body.  Hearing him moaning  without even taking a stroke.  Wondering if I 
can make him empty his boy  seed into my cunt quickly.  Make him cum quickly.
    As I think on this I feel the other cock  being aimed at my mouth.  
Opening it to accommodate the warm slick  shaft.  Tasting the string of his cum 
and then the taste of my pussy and  his cum on his cock head.    His hands 
reaching for my nipples,  pinching and tugging and squeezing the sensitive 
tips as his hips thrust forward  and back.  Fucking my face, my lips trying 
to hold the cock tight as I feel  the cock stiffening in my mouth.  Hearing 
his groans of pleasure as he  takes my face, skull fucking me hard.  Drool 
running down my cheeks and  dripping into my hair as my head hangs upside 
down.  Gagging as the  moisture builds up, not draining back into my throat.    
Seeing  stars as his rough head fuck, pounds my head against the side of the 
coffee  table.  Teraring up and mixing the salty moisture with the drool of 
my  mouth.  Flowing unabated down into my skanky wet hair.
    Aware that the smaller boy is now  fucking in jerky thrusts into my 
pussy.  His hands holding my hips as his  thrusts push his body against mine.  
Feeling his skin warm and  flushed.  A soft sucking sound as his cock slides 
through the moisture of  my already fucked pussy.   Quick grunts and 
feeling his body jerk as  he squirts his seed into the already coated tunnel.   
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.  A long sound of release and maybe wonder as I  think 
that was his virgin fuck.  Another jerk and feeling him pull  out.  and 
standing over me, splattering my body with drops of his white  pearlets of cum. 
    Groaning helplessly as I feel the other  boy holding his cock still as 
he shoots his cum into my mouth.  Coating it  and gagging me, feeling the 
mixture of fluids oozing from my mouth and  cunt.  My face being held in place 
as he slowly milks his cock with my  lips.
    A coating of sweat mixing with the other  assorted fluids on my body.  
Watching in an inverted frame as the body  pushes himself to his feet 
looking down at me with a very self satisfied  grin.  Then walking around the 
table.   "Get up."  Hearing  his words and struggling to push myself up.  My 
head pounding from the  blood flow and the banging against the table.  Finally 
struggling to shimmy  down the table and pushing myself upright.  Sitting on 
the table, legs  gripping on either side.  Looking down and seeing a puddle 
of cum between  my legs.  Seeing the milky fluid leaking from the swollen 
lips. 
     My wrists aching with pain and  shoulders sore. as I look at the boys. 
 Licking my lips, cleaning them of  the drool and cum that spilled to my 
face.  Chest heaving as  my  breathing is still elevated and ragged.  Seeing 
the boys looking at their  cells phones and then picking up mine from my 
purse.  Turning it to show me  the picture of me laying on the table, legs 
splayed open, my pussy lips swollen  and oozing the cum of the boys.
    Words feeling me as I look at the  picture then another, not even sure 
when they were taken.  "You are so  photogenic Ms Rust."  Laughing nastily. 
as he sets the cell phone down  between my knees.  "Now, Ms Rust.  You see 
the picture on your  phone."  Waiting for me to acknowledge it with a nod of 
my head.   "well, whenever you see that picture, or this one", showing me 
the puddle of cum  as I lay on the bus seat, "you will accommodate whoever 
shows them to you.   Do you understand?  You will do whatever that person tells 
you to or  else?"  The last word hanging in the air as a threat.
    Watching as the boys pull their clothes  on again.  The blonde boy 
reaching around and loosening the tie on my  wrists.  "Goodbye Ms Rust."  His 
words dripping with sarcasm.   "We will see you again soon."  Hearing the 
front door slam as I sitting  straddling the table, head hanging down, numbly 
looking at the puddle of cum  between my legs.
    Finally  working my hands free, and  pulling the swollen bruised wrists 
around front, massaging one with the other,  till the feeling returns.  
Swiping the fingers of my left hand between my  legs, wiping the oozing cum 
from the opening.  Sliding from the table, legs  aching with being spread so 
wide and harshly.  Kneeling alongside the table  and looking at the puddle of 
cum.  Then leaning over and licking the table  clean, tasting the mixed 
fluids.  The slimey cum sliding down my  throat.  Shivering with pleasure as my 
fingers pinch my clit and squeeze as  my lower body is wracked with one hard 
spasm after another.  Eyes closed,  red flashing behind the lids as I feel 
myself cumming hard.   Moaning  loudly in the empty room.
    Knowing that I am helpless to stop the  boys from using me, and knowing 
I want them to use me.  Thighs clenching  hard as I jam my fingers deep 
into my pussy.  Sitting there for long  minutes.
    
    
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