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                            JANSLUT3

                           Go Team Go
                          by Dr. Watson

     It was Monday morning and aother school day.  I scanned my
mail as I walked to my classroom.  Yes, the announcement that the
school football team had won the Class AA State Championship.  That
was great news.  I had a number of the players in my English
classes and they would be so proud.  The only bad thing about it
was it marked the end of the football season.  I'm no great
football fan, but the boys practiced right outside my window sixth
hour.  As sixth hour is my planning period, I had spent most of the
semester watching these young hunks exercising in their tight
football jerseys or better, in just their gym shorts.  I often
fantasized about what was in those shorts.  Some of the boys had
such prominent bulges.  Curiously, the larger bulges were not
restricted to the black students though they did have them most
often.  I got lost in the revery about those boys when Butch, the
black head coach, walked in.

     "Hey babe, how's it going?" Butch said.

     Butch had been an occasional lover of mine when my husband was
out of town.  He had arranged for a surprise gangbang for me about
a month earlier on one of those occasions when my husband was away
on a business trip.  Rumors of the party had been the scandal of
the school for a couple of weeks, but I'm was no stranger to such
scandal.  

     I had been an ugly duckling in high school who never had any
dates.  I went wild when I got to college.  Once I lost my
virginity, I was Miss. Hotpants and was one of the easiest lays
around.  I craved being invited to parties and the fraternities
soon caught on that I would go with anyone who would invite me.  Go
with and put out for, that is.  They would get me to date their
virgin members.  I was a sure thing.  Later, when my weakness for
alcohol became known, I was frequently invited to parties where I
was the only female guest.  

     At the first such party, when I found out I was the only girl,
I was apprehensive and just wanted to go home.  They kept pumping
me with rum and coke and the alcohol soon loosened me up.  Someone
put on "The Stripper" and I began a drunken dance.  They started
calling for me to "take it off".  I giggled and tried to please the
boys.  When I was naked, they moved me into one of the bedrooms and
started lining up at the door in a prearranged order.

     The next morning, I was ashamed and embarrassed by the events
at the party, but it set a pattern.  Soon I was invited to one of
those parties about once a month.  My reputation may have been
damaged by it, but I never had any shortage of guys asking me for
a date.  Of course, no one wants to marry a girl with that kind of
a reputation, which meant I had to look elsewhere for a husband.
     I met Jack, my future husband, on spring break in Ft.
Lauderdale my junior year.  He was an Engineering student from a
big engineering school in Colorado.  He was down for some advanced
scuba training for off shore work instead of for partying (he
couldn't even drink and dive).  Within a few moments of knowing
him, I knew he was definitely husband material. Luckily we met in
a restaurant rather than the bar I had been in the previous night. 
He might not have understood my coming in second in a topless dance
contest at that bar (my third contest of the week).

     For the remainder of the week, we saw each other every night. 
He had classes during the day so he always had to make it an early
evening.  As soon as he had dropped me at my motel room around
10:00 PM each night, I would go back out to dance and party the
rest of the night.  I managed to get laid at least once every night
this way.  Despite my fun-loving ways, I stayed a virgin with Jack
though.  It wasn't until our last night together that he even
kissed me.  

     We corresponded the rest of that school year, but remained
separated by over a thousand miles.  Jack had a summer intern job
with an engineering group which kept us apart for most of that
summer.  We got a labor day week-end together with my parents and
before the week-end was over, he had proposed to me.  We spent
Thanksgiving with his parents and were married over Christmas
break.  When I returned to my school after my brief honeymoon, I
had my own celebration at one of the fraternities.  My husband
never knew of my past or my present affairs and group activities. 
What a change from the good little Catholic girl who used to have
to make up things for confession.

     After graduation, when we were finally living together.  I had
some pretty big dicks in college, but Jack's eight inches kept me
happy.  I settled down to the quiet life of a typical yuppy
housewife.  That lasted for about three years.  It wasn't long
after our daughter was born that I started getting that old
familiar itch.  I had an affair last fall with the white vice
principal.  We had been seeing each other about a month and a half
when his wife found out and confronted us at my house.  The story
got around and the black dean of boys soon took up where the VP
left off.  Butch started coming around to see me after the start of
this school year and also began bringing some of his friends too. 
When I fall off of the wagon, I do it in a big way.

     "Pretty good, Butch, and how are you doing now that football
season is over," I said.

     "There is always another season," he said.  "Basketball is
coming up, but it was football I wanted to talk to you about."

     "Oh, what have I got to do with football, all of your kids are
passing in my classes."

     "The kids did good alright, and they deserve  . . .  a
celebration," he said slowly.  "How would you like to be the
entertainment?"

     "Well, I am flattered, but surely you know that that's
impossible," I said.  "I can't screw around with students.  I could
lose my job over that.  Besides, what would the kids think if they
knew about our activities?"

     "Oh, nobody important will find out and some of the kids
already know," he said.

     "What!?," I shrieked.  "Who knows?  How?"

     "Just a few of my better members of the team," he said.  Which
I took to mean, knowing Butch's prejudices, only some of the black
students.  "I showed them some of the pictures from our little
party."

     I was silent for a few moments while I thought of the
implications.  I was too drunk that night to remember any pictures. 
When it was just a rumor, I could ignore the talk.  The thought
that a number of people that were not involved might have certain
knowledge of what I had done disturbed me.  The two groups I least
wanted to have such evidence against me were the white students and
the female faculty members.  This was a southern town and the white
kids may be junior members of the KKK for all I knew.  Their
parents might not take it well.  They might do grievous harm to any
white woman that willingly let herself be used by a group of negro
men.

     The women on the faculty were a different matter.  Though I
enjoyed being naked in front of men, I was very shy around other
women.  I guess it was from being made fun of and teased by the
other girls when I blossomed well before the rest of my
contemporaries.  In junior high school, I used to be ashamed of my
large breasts and the dark pubic hair around my pussy. Gym class
used to be torture for me.  I have made a point of never being
naked around another women since.

     "Have you shown those pictures to any of the white students?,"
I asked.

     "Of course not," he said.  "You think I want to be lynched?"

     "What about the faculty?," I probed.

     "The only people I trust on the faculty were at the party," he
reassured me.  I calmed down and began thinking about the
possibilities of another party.

     "Its impossible for me to party with you this weekend.  Jack
is going to be in town for several weeks."

     "Couldn't you make some excuse to get out of the house
Saturday night?," he asked.

     "Sure, I just tell him that I have a party to go to and come
home at three in the morning reeking of sex," I said.

     "You don't know.  It might turn him on," he suggested.

     "No, Jack is too middle class for that, though he has been
more active in bed these last few weeks,"  I said.  "I must be
giving off signals that I want to be fucked."

     "I've been hearing you gal, so think it over and see if
something can't be worked out." 

*********

     That night I was just getting dinner on the table when the
phone in the room Jack uses as an office rang.  He got up from his
chair and went to answer it.  He listened for a few moments nodded,
said ok and hung-up.

     He came up behind me and put his arms around me.  He held me
close and said, "That was the office.  I have to make a site
inspection this weekend.  I'll leave Saturday morning and I'll be
back on Sunday."

     I missed him when he was on one of his trips, but I now had
other activities to keep me from being too bored.  His parents
always kept our daughter on Saturday nights anyway.  I felt a
tingle of excitement when I realized that I would be able to attend
the celebration after all.  The next morning I told Butch the good
news.

*********

     So here I was planning to be fucked by another group of boys. 
Sure, I had done it countless times before I was married.  As many
times as I had done it, there was always that delicious taste of
fear in turning myself over to a gang of men to do what ever they
wanted with me.  Once I agreed to do it and was naked among them,
I would no longer have any control of what happened.  My mouth,
cunt and ass would be their's.  Just the thought of it always gave
me a rush..

     My record was twenty men at the same party.  The guys from one
of the fraternities were looking for a performer for a friend's
bachelor party.  When they couldn't find a professional willing to
do it for what they could afford, they offered me the job.  It had
started around eight in the evening and continued well into the
morning.  I passed out about 2:00AM from a combination of alcohol
and over stimulation.  They continued to fuck me for another two or
three hours.  I lost count of how many times they had each used one
of my openings.  It was one of the few times though that I had even
been sore from being fucked.  Hours later, I woke up naked and
alone in the motel room with a hangover and upset stomach.  I don't
know if the upset stomach was from the booze or the gallons of
sperm I had swallowed.

     I am an avowed feminist, but I am terribly excited by sexually
dominate men.  Sexually I love to be dominated, to be subject to
the will of a man or group of men.  It is probably some latent
masochism in me that makes me want to be used and degraded
sexually.  I don't enjoy being hurt, but I find some pain in sex is
very stimulating.

     I met Butch at a bar on the edge of the black ghetto as we had
arranged.  I didn't want my car seen near his friend's house.  I
left my purse and ID in the trunk of my car.  Butch drove me to a
neighborhood in the black ghetto I hadn't seen before. It was much
worse than I had imagined.  The house we came to was an old wood
frame duplex.  I was glad it was dark as I couldn't see how run
down it really was.

     We stepped on to the rickety wooden porch and Butch found the
key over the door.  As we stepped inside, I could see that it was
a shambles.  Wallpaper was peeling from the walls and ceiling. 
There was dust and the smell of rot everywhere.  I was afraid to
touch anything or sit anywhere.  We headed for the kitchen.  There
were three big coolers on the kitchen table (there was no dining
room) filled with beer and ice..  That was just what I needed to
steady my nerves.

     I had put away two beers and was starting on a third when
Butch said, "You had better get undressed and ready, they will
start arriving in just a few minutes.  You can use the bedroom and
stay in there until I come and get you."

     I nodded and started down the hall.  I stepped into the
bathroom first and wished I hadn't.  It was obviously a man's
bathroom and a woman's worst nightmare.  I felt I had to clean
everything I might touch.  When I finished there, I went on into
the bedroom and closed the door just as I heard someone coming in
the front door.

     The bedroom matched the rest of the house.  The window didn't
even have curtains.  I saw a tube of K-Y on the night table.  The
bed just had a bare, stained mattress.  I looked in the closet for
something to cover it.  I found a thin quilt that had holes in it,
but it would have to do.  I also found a man's shirt that was large
enough to use as a robe, turned out the lights and started
stripping my clothes off.

     When I had taken everything off, I slipped on the shirt and my
shoes.  The shirt obviously belonged to someone shorter than Jack. 
Where his shirts swallowed me up this one didn't hid my bush in
front and certainly not my ass in back.  The heels were too high
for slippers but they would keep my feet off of the dirty floor. 
I set on the bed in the dark and wondered what I was doing here. 
Why had I let myself be talked into this crazy situation . . .. but
I knew why.  I could feel myself getting wet just thinking about
what all of those strong, young bodies were going to do to me.

     I had heard the front door being opened half a dozen times
before I heard footsteps in the hall.  As the door opened, I could
see Butch framed in the light from the living room.

     "What's wrong with the lights in here?," he said as he flipped
on the light.

     "There are no curtains on the windows," I said.

     "Never mind that now.  Are you ready?"

     "I guess so," I said.

     "Then come here," he said.

     I got off of the bed and walked over to him.  He stopped me
and turned me around.  I felt something descending over my hair and
then over my eyes as he put a blindfold on me.

     "What's this?," I asked in a panic.

     "Hey, these are just kids.  They're shy and are afraid to be
seen by you," he said.  "Besides, you don't really want to know if
any of your students are in the group do you?"

     He was right.  I was taking a terrible risk making it with
students.   This way I could deny knowing who any of them were.  I
also got a buzz out of the idea of being fucked without knowing who
was fucking me.

     "Oh, I forgot to mention, I promised my friend, Greg, a piece
of your ass in payment for using his house," he said.  "You don't
mind do you?  I mean, what's one more dick to you?"

     Right, what's one more dick to me?


     With the blindfold firmly in place, he pulled off the shirt
that was around me.  Before I could protest about the window, he
grabbed my arm and started leading me naked down the hall.  I could
tell when we reached the living room from the whistles and
catcalls.  Even with all of the times I have been naked in front of
a group of men, I still blushed and felt like covering up my
breasts with my free arm.  Before I could cover myself though,
Butch had stepped behind me and taken hold of both of my elbows
pulling them back to better emphasize my tits.

     "Here she is guys, just as I promised,"  he said.

     Cries of "Your the greatest, coach," and "Would you look at
those knockers," the guys started laughing and joking among
themselves.  Even with the blindfold, I could see flashes of light
and the telltale sound of polaroid cameras.

     "No pictures, please, " I whispered to Butch.

     "Of course they will take pictures," He said.  "They want to
remember this evening.  Nobody's going to show your husband if
that's what your worried about.  That might spoil everybody's fun."

     I did worry, but there didn't seem to be anything I could do
about it short of trying to leave and even if I could, I didn't
want to.

     "Alright now, settle down," he said.  "Class will come to
order."  They quieted down and he went on.  "Now I know that some
of you are still virgins.  Even those of you that have fucked your
sweetie in the backseat of your daddy's car have probably never
seen a real woman completely naked before.  So that you don't
embarrass yourselves and me tonight, I am going to give you a
lesson on female anatomy with our willing subject here."

     If I could, I would have blushed deeper.  He was going to
stand there and use my body to show these boys how a woman was put
together.  It was one thing to stand before an unknown group of men
blindfolded and naked.  It was quite another to have all of your
body parts intimately inspected by the crowd, but that was what was
going to happen.

     "This is a woman," Butch intoned.  "This isn't one of those
no-ass, flat-chested bitches I've seen some of you running around
with."

     "These are tits," he said as he cupped his hand underneath my
breasts.  "Call them boobs, hooters -- what ever.  You play with
these and women get very excited.  The more excited they get, the
harder the nipples become.  See how just holding them and talking
about them has made these hard.  They respond to licking too," he
said as he licked my right breast, "sucking, biting," he continued
to act out on my sensitive nipples what he was telling the kids.

     I continued to hear cameras going off.  There were at least
three polaroids from the sounds and one of those 35MM cameras that
sounded just like my husband's Nikon.  It frightened my that some
of the pictures might get back to my husband, but I have always
found being photographed naked to be a turn-on.  This was no
exception.  

     I discovered the turn-on aspects of photography back in
college and have always enjoyed it.  I let one of my boyfriends
take some very modest figure studies of me.  They were very
artistic and my face hardly showed in them.  I dropped by during
the next week while he was having a poker party for some of his
friends.  I was horrified that he had blown the pictures up to
poster size hand had them hanging on the wall.  I blushed deeply
and hurried away.  Behind my embarrassment I was incredibly turned
on at my exhibition by proxy.  Later, I used to pose with the guys
in the frat parties in what ever way they wanted.

     Of course my husband takes pictures of me all the time.  He
has his own darkroom so there is no limit to what he can take
either.  He thinks I let him take those pictures to humor him.  He
doesn't know the thrill I get when they are taken and when I get to
see the finished product.  I know he carries some wallet sized
nudes of me in his pocket, I just wonder if he ever shows them to
anybody.

     "Just make sure you don't bite so hard that you draw blood, as
that will make things too messy for the next guy," he said getting
a good laugh from the group.  "You can squeeze them, twist them,"
(this last made me gasp) "or you can just hang on to them so you
don't fall off."  More laughs.

     "Now we move to the pussy," he continued.  "Squat down and
spread your legs bitch so they can get a look at your goodies."

     I tried to squat to give them a better look and almost lost my
balance.  The blindfold wasn't helping me stay upright.  I could
hear them shift around to get a better look.  Butch bent over to
steady me and reached between my legs to part my cunt lips.

     "This is what you guys are always chasing.  This is a pussy or
cunt," he said while indicating my hole with one of his fingers. 
"This is what you fuck.  And this is the clitoris.  Fingering this
will drive most women nuts."  Indeed his demonstration almost made
me fall over.

     "Come on babe, stand up so we can show them your ass," he said
helping me to my feet.  "That's it turn around so they can see that
great tail of your's."

     "This is the butt," he said while stroking down from the small
of my back.  "Now some women have such a bony ass that they look
like boys.  Now I know some of you queers would get off on that," 
nervous laughter this time, "but this is what one is supposed to
look like."

     "Bend over and spread them honey so we can show the rest of
what you got," he said as he pushed me forward.  "That's it spread
those ass cheeks."

     When I had managed with his help to get balanced in that
position, he bent down to point out my ass hole to the boys.

     "This is another place to fuck a women.  Some women even enjoy
it more than getting their pussy fucked.  If your girlfriend is
afraid of getting pregnant, fuck'em in the ass instead."

     As he was saying this he had been playing with my already wet
cunt with one of his fingers.  He now inserted it all the way into
my ass in one quick motion, again causing me to gasp and almost
pushing me over.  He pistoned it into me for several seconds,
though it seemed like minutes, and finally withdrew it.  He helped
me stand back up straight but I was so disoriented that I didn't
know which way I was standing.  The sound of the cameras gave me a
clue where the group was.

     "For the next lesson, I need you to get me hard, so down on
your knees cunt," he said as he positioned me on my knees in front
of him.  "Now get it out ... that's it, yes suck it good ... oh,
yes ... that ... ought to be enough for now."

     I could only imagine how this must look to those students to
have a white woman on her knees sucking that black dick.  The idea
excited me no end, but then I've always been a bit of an
exhibitionist.  I was sorry when he asked me to stop and stand back
up.

     "Come on over here," he said leading me to a low table.  "Get
on your hands and knees on this table so we can show them what this
is all about."

     I did as he told me.  Again I had to be helped as I was still
disoriented.  As I adjusted to my position, I could tell that
someone had moved up by my head though Butch was still talking from
behind me.

     "Greg is going to help me demonstrate how the lady can handle
more than one of you at a time," Butch said.

     I felt Butch's dick between my legs and he moved to put it in
my pussy.  He didn't have the biggest dick in the world, in fact,
it wasn't even as big as my husband's.  That combined with the fact
that I was almost overflowing with cunt juice made the insertion
very easy.  He was all the way inside me in just one stroke.  As he
started to move in and out of me, I felt another prick brush
against my lips.  I opened my mouth almost by instinct and used one
hand to guide it in to my mouth.  I could tell that his friend Greg
had a bigger cock than Butch but not by much.  Like Butch, Greg's
dick was uncut and my tongue found the foreskin.  My tongue began
pushing the foreskin back from the head of his penis and tasting
the sour male musk hidden there.

     I only had a few seconds to lick the head of his dick as Butch
was becoming more active in my cunt.  He started pounding faster
and faster.  I had to release Greg's cock to better steady myself. 
This was Greg's cue to see how far he could stick his prick into my
mouth.  It was no problem as I had several beers by this time and
was thoroughly relaxed.  I was doing deep throat at those
fraternities long before that movie ever came out.  Besides, his
dick wasn't really much of a challenge in size.  Greg had his hand
behind my head and they began to get a rhythm going with me rocking
back and forth between.  

     I always get an intense delight at this point where I am being
fucked from both sides.  I am unable to control the situation and
just have to give myself up to the feelings that come rushing over
me.  I don't know if they were building to a climax but I sure was. 
When it hit me, I had to grab something.  I reached up and grabbed
Greg around his ass and pulled him to me.  It must have been just
what he needed as he started cumming with in a few seconds himself. 
Part of his load went straight down my throat before I could pull
away enough to catch it in my mouth.  What I missed trickled down
my chin.  I could hear the delighted gasp from my audience.  Butch
must have appreciated it too as I felt him building to cum off in
my pussy.

     When Butch was finished, he helped me back up to my feet.  I
was unsteady after that exhibition and could feel his cum starting
to run down my inner thighs.  I felt so wonderfully nasty as the
boys cheered and the cameras recorded my just fucked appearance.

     "Now, as the lady returns to the bedroom, we will give you
today's lineup," Butch said.

     Greg grabbed me another beer and led me down the hallway to
the bedroom.  I asked him to either cover the window or turn out
the light.

     "Sure, babe," he said.

     He led me to the bed where I lay down and got ready for the
first boy..  Usually my knees took a terrible beating at one of
these affairs, so I wanted to at least start on my back.  I hadn't
seen any pillows when I first came in that would make this easier. 
My pulse quickened at the thought of the fun I would have tonight.

     I didn't have long to wait.  I heard the first of them coming
down the hall.  I heard sounds of them undressing and in moments
one of the boys was pushing himself between my legs.  He was in a
hurry and with little preliminaries, forced his dick into me.  He
wasn't overly large and slid in easily.  He was only starting to
get a rhythm going when I felt a hand pulling my head to the side
to a waiting cock.  My mouth opened automatically to welcome this
new cock.  Another pair of hands was beginning to roughly fondle my
tits.  I started losing myself in the sensations.

     For the next four hours I was the object of their young sexual
energies while I continued to hear the combination of cameras
whirring.  I could hear their coarse, locker room banter as they
admired the various parts of my body.  Their designations of me as
"Sweet Ho", "Slut" and "Cunt" were just as coarse, but the names
merely added to my excitement.

     I had no more will than a puppet as they picked me up and
twisted me in to what ever position pleased them.  They bent me,
folded and spread me wide to accommodate their organs in me.  They
picked me up and impaled me on one of their group's prick.  I was
sandwiched fucked between two of the boys.  Had my boobs pressed
together with a dick between my tits.  Their imagination and my
compliance knew no bounds.

     Their sperm was like a drug that they injected into me orally,
vaginally and anally.  They rubbed it into my face, chest, stomach,
back, hair and ass.  I remember being thankful for the blindfold as
it kept their cum out of my eyes though the cloth became soaked
with their jizm.  I had often gotten a load in my eyes.  It stung
and if you didn't wash it out quickly, it glued your eyes shut. 
Someone did manage to shoot some up my nose.  I thought I would
drown in cum.  Though I was able to clear my nostrils, the pungent
odor persisted adding the strong smell of this male musk to the
salty taste already in my mouth.

     My senses were on overload as I had one continuous orgasm and
as usual, I lost track of how many pricks invaded my body one, two
and three at a time.  Short ones, long ones, thin ones and fat ones
all became a blur.  I was pleading with them to "fuck me".  I was
reaching for cocks to put in my mouth or between my legs.  My skin
had become so sensitive that merely caressing my breasts would send
me into paroxysms.  I used to call these sensations shivering
orgasms.

     After what seemed like several hours, the party finally ended. 
I must have passed out because the next thing I remember was Butch
holding me up and trying to get some black coffee down me.  I was
still naked on the mattress with the blindfold off.  As my head
cleared, I looked around the room to see that all of the boys were
gone.  A further glance around told me that the windows were still
open with the light on full.  I was sure that what ever had
happened in that bedroom had been visible to the entire
neighborhood.

     When I was finally able to stand, I made my way to the
bathroom.  What I saw in the mirror looked like a whore that had
just taken on a regiment.  Cum was leaking down my legs from my
cunt and ass.  I used toilet paper to clean off as much as i could. 
The bath tub was a total loss and looked like it hadn't been used
for years. I did my best to clean off the worst off the dried and
caked on male fluids at the sink.  With out my brush, I couldn't do
much about my hair.  I looked for something to at least tie it back
so it wouldn't look so bad.  I still looked like hell but might be
able to make it home in the dark without drawing too much
attention.

     When I returned to the bedroom, I discovered that my clothes
had bee taken as souvenirs.  I had to use Greg's shirt to get home. 
Butch got a lot of yucks out of watching me trying to protect my
modesty getting to his car.  He put down a newspaper to protect the
passenger seat from all of the fluids still oozing from my body. 
We got back to the bar shortly after closing time.  The parking lot
was nearly deserted.  I had lost my car keys when I lost my cloths
so I had to hunt for the hidden key.  Butch standing by me couldn't
resist stroking my very exposed ass as I bent over.  While I was
hunting behind the bumper where I was sure the key was, two of the
bar's patrons came walking up.

     "So what's happening bro?," the taller one asked Butch.

     "Just helping my party girl get home that's all," Butch
replied as I straightened up and tried to hide as much as possible.

     "Well is the party over, or can we get an invite?," the taller
of the two asked.

     Butch looked around and said, "Sure, why not, but she's kinda
skanky, so you should probably better settle for a blowjob."

     "That would be just fine," the tall one said.

     As I stood by incredulous of the conversation that was
transpiring, Butch stepped behind me putting his hands on my
shoulders.

     "Babe, why don't you get down on your knees and show these
gentlemen how good you can suck a dick," he said as he pushed me
down.

     The two men unzipped their pants and presented me with two
semi-erect cocks to attended to.  On my knees on the gravel parking
lot, I took grabbed both and pulled them to my mouth.  I worked on
first one and then the other to get them fully hard.  They worked
on the buttons of my shirt and began fondling my tits while I
sucked their pricks.

     At the same time I was worried about being discovered by a
passing policeman.  My escapades weren't the most discreet, but at
least they weren't public.  A nearly naked white woman being held
down by a black man to service the cocks of two other black men in
the parking lot of a bar at 3:00AM was sure to be misunderstood by
any member of the local constabulary.  The unhappy result would be
more publicity than I could possibly want.  I threw myself into
giving these guys the blowjobs of their lives to speed up the time
I could leave.  Once I had finished our new friends, I was allowed
to continue looking for my key while they exchanged expressions of
their pleasure at my expertise.

     When I found the keys, I said my goodbys, but before I got
into my car, I realized I would need some of the newspaper that
Butch had used to protect his car.  While Butch fetched it from his
car, our new friends were lifting up the back of my shirt and
chuckling over the imprint the paper had left on my ass.

     I wasn't too worried about the neighbors when I pulled up in
the driveway.  I stumbled in, showered.  Cleaned-up I looked at
myself in the hall mirror.  The bruises were already forming on my
breasts, thighs and knees.  My cunt lips were red and swollen. 
Jack was due back in the morning.  If he saw me like this he would
know that I had been fucked and fucked hard.  What was I going to
do?

     My first impulse was to run away.  No, I couldn't do that. 
Normally my bruises would fade in a couple of days.  Could I keep
him from seeing me naked for that long?  Probably not.  My mind was
racing.  What was I going to do?  Jack was going to know.  He was
going to know what kind of a slut he was married to.  I couldn't
keep it from him any longer.

     I finally settled down and looked at myself again.  I had
several abrasions to go with the bruises.  I should at least do
something about them.  I had some medicated lotion that would help
them and reduce the burning.  I thought it was in my night stand
but I couldn't find it.  Maybe Jack had it in his.  When I opened
the cabinet, a book fell out.  

     The lotion wasn't there so I picked-up the book to put it back
and noticed that he was using a Polaroid picture as a bookmark.  I
was shock when I saw what it was.  It was a picture of me, nude, on
a motel bed with about six black dicks hanging over me.  It was
obvious that I had just been gang fucked by the group.  My legs
were obscenely spread with cum oozing out of my very open cunt. 

     Jack did know.

To be continued....

