CHAPTER FIFTY NINE

Reader’s Note: These are EXCERPTS from Joanne Swift’s Journal for October 13^th (Thursday).

Joanne has just got back into the car with Tony and his friend Jerry, along with Rachel, Mort (Gherkin), and Helen.

“Jerry, get in the back and let this lady ride up front.” I finally found out the name of Tony’s Asian friend when he insisted he ride in the back with the rest of us and make room for Rachel.

Not only was Rachel correct that he wouldn’t have a problem with her coming to the gang bang – he was positively enthusiastic. He started blasting the radio and smiling after we drove away from Rachel’s house.

I beat the Pussy UP, UP, UP, UP, UP, UP, UP

I beat the Pussy UP, UP, UP, UP, UP, UP, UP

I beat the Pussy UP, UP, UP, UP, UP, UP, UP

I beat the Pussy UP, UP, UP, UP, UP, UP, UP

I beat the Pussy Up

The beat was infectious, and it was a little difficult to hear anyone until Rachel asked Tony to turn it down. I think if anyone else had said anything he would have actually sneered and turned it up.

“You gonna be a star tonight! You look like you should be in porn, baby!” Tony complimented Rachel while sizing her up.

“I already star in porn,” Rachel said, and sized him back up and offered him a business card.

“Oh yeah, I am down with OPPP tonight, baby!” Tony shouted enthusiastically as he took her card and discarded it immediately in between the seats of the car.

“OPPP?” Jerry, the Asian security guard, asked for clarification.

“Perfect Pornstar Pussy!” Tony reached back to offer him a high five. “This bitch got that naturally tight and pretty porn-star pussy, I bet!”

“Wouldn’t that just be PPP?” Jerry returned the high five.

“You are a super buzz-kill sometimes, Jerry.” Tony turned around to drive the car. “O stands for Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh My God, Jerry put your dick in my Perfect Porn-star Pussy!” He was clearly joking as he exaggerated an impersonation of a woman excited for his cock.

I tried to keep a straight face as these two carried on. Tony had come across as being a bit of a hard-ass, but now I was seeing a different side of him, joking around. I suppose showing up to fuck one woman and having two of her friends join you will do that to you.

It was very cramped in the back of the security car. Helen and I were sitting next to each other with Mort on the “hump,” and then Jerry on the other side of him. Jerry wasn’t giving Mort a lot of room.

Make it shake, Like a vibrator

Laugh now, I'mma make you cry later

Your boyfriend was the bitch, Nigga - bye hater

I'mma get deep in it, Tomb Raider

All in the crib, Room Raiders

The look on Helen’s face was difficult to read. She had been very enthusiastic with an “It’s all good” mentality when we first started this trek. It had actually been her idea to bring Mort, but that was probably because she thought he must be a stud if I brought him to a gang bang.

I could sense that she was actually becoming jealous of the attention Rachel was getting. I was getting that attention as well, but not to the degree that Rachel was. Helen may have also just been getting cold feet and a little buyer’s remorse about agreeing to this, now that it was actually happening.

She kept smiling over at Mort and Jerry awkwardly and tapping on her phone. I wondered if she kept a journal just like I did – but then, that would be silly. Who would write down all their feelings, even the most disgusting and shocking things they did, where some pervert may find it and read it?

Who knows – some dirty-minded person may even publish my journal on Amazon for the world to read.

Yeah I'm a dog, I be howlin’ at the moon baby

Heart Break kids, But I’m a grown man

And watch me hit it from the back

Play with that Pussy with my hands

We can do it on the floor, or on the chair Ma

Tony was the only one who seemed to like the rap music – he liked it to the point he was singing and tapping his fingers on the steering wheel along with the beat. He was making parumpa-pump-rump sounds and singing the riff with his lips stuck out.

“You aren’t black, stop doing that,” Rachel told him point blank.

“I may not be black, but I’ve got a dong just as long, sweetheart,” Tony fired right back.

Rachel offered a flirty smile. “We’ll see if you can impress me!”

Matter of fact we can do it anywhere

Call me, I can get it Juicy for ya

Set the camera up, I can make a movie for ya

I'm a nasty Nigga, I ain't never lie

“You hear that?” Tony spoke into the rear view mirror towards Mort. “Your wife wants me to impress her with my King Kong Dong!”

I had seen Tony’s dick – it was just average, but he was so full of himself I definitely wouldn’t burst his bubble.

“She isn’t my wife, Sir,” Mort said meekly.

“Shit,” Tony said in disbelief. “That fine honey sitting in the back you brought last night to bone wasn’t your wife? And now you have the hottest redhead I’ve ever seen in my car, and SHE isn’t your wife? Who the fuck did you marry? I want to fuck that bitch too!”

“She’d probably let you, if you asked, Sir,” Mort admitted in his docile tone.

“Then I’ll ask,” Tony decided. “So how do you know this sexpot sitting next to me?” Tony clearly liked Rachel – an awful lot. The two of them did seem like they may actually have some things in common. Tony was blunt and rude, but he was also handsome and shallow, and that was Rachel to a tee.

“She’s my sister, Sir,” Mort said in his normal timid but annoying voice.

“Damn, you are a baller! You brought your sister to a gang bang?” Jerry interrupted with a joking grin and a look of respect on his face.

“Correction,” Rachel said, then turned around in her seat to flirt with Jerry this time. “I brought my BROTHER to a gang bang, not the other way around,” she insisted.

She was a hot redhead over six feet tall, and used to calling the shots in situations like this – and she didn’t want anyone to forget that fact.

Tony pinched her butt and told her to sit down.

“You don’t mind if your brother sees you at a gang bang?” Helen scrunched her nose and said she would definitely be creeped out if her brother knew she was going to one.

“Well, I was definitely offended at first, but I found out my creepy little Gherkin has been a big fan of my movies. So much so he owns them all on DVD!”

“Even the special editions and rare finds, Ma’am,” Mort announced.

“So once I accepted that he had already seen my movies, it really didn’t bother me to bring him to some of my shoots,” Rachel explained with a shrug as if it didn’t bother her in the least. He had after all already seen her getting down and dirty and collected all of her pornos.

“That’s wild, babe! So you’re a real pro, huh? I’ve always wanted to make movies,” Tony said, as if he was inviting her to suggest she make a porn with him.

“That’s nice, everybody should have a dream.” Rachel didn’t take the bait of his obvious suggestion. “How rough is this going to be, anyway?” Rachel begrudgingly sat down – taking her time intentionally, perhaps because of the simple fact she had been told to.

“How rough do you want it to be?” Tony smiled.

Rachel sighed as if she didn’t care for his response. “Ground rules? Is this choke and poke? All holes? Condoms? Safe words?” She listed these things off like they were boilerplate standard decisions that needed to be made ahead of time.

“What’s choke and poke?” Helen spoke up and offered a question.

“I think it’s the act of using one's forearm to choke a lady whilst finger-banging her at the same time.” Jerry’s serious answer only made me laugh a little at how deadpan he delivered it.

“Amateurs,” Rachel said, shaking her head. “It’s just an industry term. Some group scenes are very sweet and loving, and others you’re going to get a bruise no matter what. Choke and poke is where guys take turns throat-fucking you until you choke – slap your ass, stuff like that,” Rachel explained like an expert.

“Oh my!” Helen looked like she was shocked and may even be realizing she was in over her head.

“It gets as rough as you can take it,” Tony promised with a sneer.

“That isn’t how it’s supposed to work,” Rachel told him. “You’re hosting this party. You get informed consent from the participants and make them aware what holes to stay out of and how far things can go,” she said.

“I was there last night,” I answered Rachel. “These guys mostly just came to shoot their load. They don’t do anything too wild,” I said.

I thought I was actually helping dispel any concerns anyone had about what would go down tonight, and it may just have been that the “Beat the Pussy Up” song just ended when I said that, but everyone became quiet and let the matter drop.

“You ladies ready?” Tony finally spoke as we pulled into the shopping center parking lot where the Olive Garden was.

“Is there a wine store?” Helen had been sipping on a box of wine I brought with us, but she was far from tipsy. This was just to loosen us up and get the edge off of our nervousness – I could totally relate.

I may seem calm about what I was doing, and I probably came across that way, but inside I was a bundle of nerves and impulses.

“With the way you whine, I could probably sell you dirt cheap,” Tony replied, ignoring her request, and told her she could drink all she wanted after he was done with her. “Right now, you ladies belong to me. Your safety is of my paramount concern,” Tony said in a tone that made me think he was definitely lying. “So let’s go and then I’ll go over the rules when we get to the dumpster,” he promised as he parked the car.

“A dumpster?” Rachel’s lips curled in a disappointed smirk. “Where did you say that wine store was?” she asked as she got out of the car.

It was already dark by the time we got to the parking lot, and the wind had become cold as it often did this time of year. “You ladies can strip here and leave your shit in the car,” Tony said before we started for the fenced-in dumpster behind the Olive Garden.

“Right out here in the parking lot?” Helen smiled brightly, as if that naughty idea were tempting!

“Why would we do that?” Rachel asked skeptically.

“So nobody steals your shit? You can lock it in the car,” Tony smiled reassuringly.

“You first, then,” Rachel put her hands on her hips in an imposing manner.

“Me?” Tony seemed shocked she would dare ask him to undress at the car.

“Yeah. Did you want someone to steal your wallet or your security guard belt or something?” Rachel was clearly pointing out his double standard. Tony looked completely flabbergasted at the very notion that anyone would dare call him out on that.

“Suit yourself.” Tony put out his hand to direct us towards the dumpsters. “I just thought I would offer. Nobody’s going to touch my stuff,” he said.

“Nobody is going to touch ours either, that’s why I brought Gerk,” she pointed at Mort. “He’ll hold our stuff,” she explained.

“Gerk, heh heh,” Jerry laughed, and when Mort looked over at him pathetically, he averted his gaze.

The Olive Garden parking lot was very full for a Thursday night.

I soon discovered that at least half of those cars were there for us – or me anyway. It seemed after my performance the night before the word spread on a local message board of local perverts and guys Tony worked with and they were promised I would be back to deliver again tonight.

They apparently had regular gatherings like this but I gathered rather quickly that the turnout was much larger than anticipated. I wasn’t exactly flattered – as much as I was nauseous that many of these people may know who I am or be able to tell Mike or my kids what I was doing.

There were well over 40 to 50 men crowded into the dumpster area, talking amongst themselves. They were mostly middle-aged, but came in all shapes and sizes.

They barely noticed us walking in because they were talking, joking and checking their phones.

“Gentlemen,” Tony waved his hands to get their attention. “Keep it down out here, because there are customers inside getting unlimited soup and salad while you’re out here waiting for unlimited tits and ass!”

There was a general wave of male laughter as the guys’ attention turned towards us.

“I promised you this one,” he indicated me, “the hell-beast from last night that fucked us silly. But gentlemen, I offer you not two, but THREE Cherry Lawn whores to play with tonight!” he said as he gestured towards Helen and Rachel.

They couldn’t see us that well in the dark of the dumpster area, but they could tell from how Rachel stood that she was had a shapely, athletic body, and I think that spurred them on further.

“Yeah, a regular Tour of Italy!” Jerry offered, and when no one laughed he had to explain the joke. “You know like how in Tour of Italy you get three things like lasagna or Chicken Parmigiana and how he said ‘unlimited tits and ass’ and made the joke because we’re at Olive Garden?”

“Let me do the talking, okay?” Tony explained to his friend sympathetically. “So, gentlemen, before these bitches get naked and do the nasty with you, I want to go over the rules,” Tony explained while insisting we undress.

I started to strip because I really needed to be home by 11pm. I had already resigned myself to doing this. I won’t kid you – I was nervous, embarrassed, and scared. The number of men involved had more than doubled from the night before. I don’t want to make it seem like I was all business, but I did my best not to let the men see how I really felt as took off my clothes.

Helen stood there awkwardly and slowly began to remove her blouse – as if it was really starting to sink in.

Rachel made a presentation out of her removing her clothes. She was clearly a stripper at one time, because she knew how to work the crowd. She had thrown on a pair of panties under her negligee and was in heels – but she managed to take her time removing her clothes and bending over to provide maximum view to the men in the crowd. The low-rise frilly panties she wore said, “Wink, Pout, Ask Me out,” on the front.

“I rarely wear panties, but I had to put on something,” Rachel blinked innocently – performing a curtsy and letting her perfect tits bounce slightly down and then up again so that the men in the audience all followed their movements with their eyes.

They were fantastic tits; even if they were completely fake, they were simply majestic.

When she was done toying with the men, she handed her clothes to her brother and told him to fold and carry them.

I didn’t put on quite the same show, but a number of men watched me strip and hand my clothes to Mr. Goldman. I turned around for him, and without asking he reached between my ass cheeks and plucked out my butt plug.

“Oh, nasty!” Rachel smiled her approval. “I think you know what to do with that, don’t you Gherkin?”

Mort sniffed my butt plug, and a few guys looked disgusted, but he assured them it smelled fantastic.

“Put it in your mouth, like a good boy. Don’t make me bust your balls in front of all these nice gentlemen,” Rachel’s sweet words dripped with a visceral threat. Her brother complied and stood helplessly with our clothes in his hand. She ran her hand under his chin as if petting him and told him he was being a good boy. “You may not get a BJ tonight, but I may let you clean us up afterwards. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, Mrmrmmfff,” Mort nodded in compliance.

“Show me you can behave yourself and we’ll see,” she said as she ran her long, well-manicured and painted nails down his chest. “Take off your pants and show them the sexy underthings,” Rachel’s order sounded like a pleasant suggestion. Mort seemed reluctant, and more so towards me than the men.

I quickly understood why he was reluctant for me to see him this way when he peeled off his corduroy pants under his sister’s baleful gaze.

He was wearing my youngest daughter’s panties. They had a Minnie Mouse face on the back.

“I fished them out of the trash this morning. I’m sorry, Ma’am, I know this probably seems creepy!” he mumbled his apology with the butt-plug in his mouth over the laughter from the men as they noticed the cock cage dangling in his panties.

“Waste not, want not.” I shuddered at the thought – someone else was wearing Janie’s panties, and it was a man. “We put them in the trash, they were fair game.”

Helen was still undressing when we finished and seemed reluctantly down to bra and panties.

“You can come up here and buy a paper plate for a 20-dollar donation. The paper plate entitles you to one poke and choke with any of the girls you want. You want another go, then you plunk down another 20. When all the paper plates are gone – you are gone. You get me?” he used Rachel’s term of “choke and poke” as if he had thought of it.

“I was told it was 20 dollars for unlimited tits and ass!” one of the men in the audience shouted, and a few others harrumphed and agreed with him.

“Who said that? Who said that?” Tony called out the guy. “Fred? Was that you? I was told there would be unlimited breadsticks and then I’d shove them up your ass if you had more questions. Any more questions?”

“Condoms?” one of the men asked if they would be required.

“Ladies? I know you don’t have a problem with raw dogging,” he indicated me, and then asked the other two girls, “You need rubbers?”

I think he was trying his best to incorporate and establish the rules that Rachel had mentioned in his car. It was clear to me that they regularly met for gang bangs, but this may have been the biggest session they had ever had, because they were very disorganized.

“I mean, I would like that, yeah?” Helen asked.

“Okay, let me see if I have any,” Tony patted his security guard uniform as if checking for them, but he was clearly being sarcastic “Fresh out. Sorry about that, Cummy, Cummy Cum drop.”

“That’s better than Goldilocks, I guess,” Helen shrugged.

“Let’s see if the carpet matches the drapes, blondie.” Tony motioned for her to finally remove her panties. She had already removed her bra, revealing B-cup lily-white tits with light pink nipples and a single freckle in the middle of her left tit.

Helen shimmied out of her panties, revealing a thick black untrimmed bush.

“We’ve got bush!” one of the guys in the crowd said excitedly.

“Holy shit, I’ve not seen pussy like that since I watched my old man’s porn tapes from the 1970s!” Tony smiled sarcastically. “I’ve got the perfect nickname for you: Chewbacca!”

Helen became self-conscious, and put one arm over her nipples and lifted her leg at the knee anxiously as if to symbolically run out of the dumpster area. She was starting to look like she realized she’d bitten off more than she can chew with all of these men. My original estimate of their number grew to more than double the number of men that were here the night before.

Our eyes were adjusting to the darkness and the light provided by the overhead parking lot lights, and it was becoming much clearer how exposed and vulnerable we were this way while all the men kept their clothes on.

“Helen, is that you?” one of the men in the audience said.

Helen rolled her eyes – she knew exactly who that voice belonged to and she definitely didn’t want him here.

“Someone you dated?” I looked at her conspiratorially. It would seem ironic that, as much as she talked about the duds she dated and having an exciting night, one of them would show up at a gang bang she would be used at.

“Worse, it’s my ex-husband Dave,” she whispered to me as the man walked out of the throng of men. She crossed her arms as if to hide her tits completely from him while remaining naked and standing akimbo.

“What are you doing here?” he insisted with a shocked look on his face. He was short, wore glasses, was balding with dark hair and had a beard. He looked very nerdy and a little portly. I could definitely see Pac Chipman’s face in his father’s face when he approached.

“What are YOU doing here?” she reversed his question.

“My sweet, innocent, naïve wife is out here at a gang bang with strangers?” Dave sneered. He was wearing a security-guard uniform, but most of the guys were not.

“We aren’t married anymore, Dave, and last I checked you’re behind three child-support payments, so why are you here paying twenty dollars to fuck strange women?” she growled.

Rachel snapped her fingers, encouraging Helen to continue berating Dave.

“I have to work two dead-end jobs that are going nowhere,” Dave said as he apologized to the other guys. “No offense, guys. I should have a little fun.”

“No offense taken, and you two lovebirds can work this out later in therapy,” Tony said sarcastically. “You’re killing all our boners with this – so pay your twenty and fuck one of the other two girls.”

“No, he can fuck me.” Helen looked over her shoulder as she turned around and got down on all fours on the pavement. “If he buys his paper plate!”

“I will!” Dave sounded like he was threatening her.

“So do it, Dave,” Helen said, sounding like she was daring him.

“I can fuck you in the ass?” Dave’s tone suggested he sought her permission.

“If you can get it up!” Helen promised him, but she looked nervous. She had been gung-ho about all of his in a goofy kind of way when it was first brought up to her. Once she saw all the men who were going to fuck us, she looked nervous but still willing. But now that there was someone she knew, the expression on her face looked like she was definitely regretting the decision to come out here. But she wasn’t going to let Dave have the satisfaction of seeing her run away.

Rachel offered herself up, and there was a flurry of men waving twenty-dollar bills. I saw some of them buy three paper plates to fuck all three of us – or perhaps for a chance at three times with her.

I wasn’t jealous, but the look on Helen’s face when she saw the attention Rachel received was definitely subtle sour grapes that she wasn’t the star of the show. I, for one, was glad I wasn’t the focus of this session.

I was on all fours next to the other girls with my knees scraping the dirty pavement behind the dumpster. Rachel took one look at the first guy waving three paper plates and smiled. “Wishful thinking!”

After we got started, I was actually glad Rachel had come with us. She was clearly an expert at gang bangs, and her unflappable confidence made me less nervous. Rachel may have been dying inside with fear of the unknown, but you would never know it. This was no movie set – these were strange men and they were going to fuck us, and there were so many of them they could pretty much do anything they wanted to with us. If we complained to the cops, they would have pointed out we agreed to come out there knowing full well what we were doing.

The expression on Rachel’s face said, “You can’t break me. You can throw any size dick my way in any place you want to put it. I’m a big girl, and I can fuck you as hard as you fuck me back.”

Rachel expertly took two dicks in each hand, a dick in her mouth, a dick in her ass, and a dick in her pussy. She would try to milk as many cocks as she could as if she were going for the world record on how much her pussy could hold while sucking and fist-pumping them like a champion. She was like a seasoned pussy warrior.

The word “bukkake” was used several times as men shot hot sperm all over us, and she would go so far as to flamboyantly catch it in the air or lick it off my ass.

There was a flurry of dicks coming my way that was much more intense and harder than the night before. I think the angry tone of Helen’s argument with her husband had hit home for some of these men.

Many of them were probably divorced, had child support payments, and just wanted to lay pipe in some dumb bitch anyway they wanted – they were forceful and rough with us. They didn’t want to be polite, or maybe they didn’t know how. They didn’t punch, slap or hit us, but they awkwardly grabbed us and stuck their meat between our cheeks.

I heard Helen gasp and call out, “Fuck, Dave! You don’t have to just ram it in dry!” as she squealed.

“So you are saying I’ve got a big dick!” Dave replied, sounding proud of himself as he mounted his ex-wife from behind next to the dumpster.

“I’m saying you should put some lube on your dick first,” Helen responded as she glared at him over her shoulder.

“Spit on her asshole,” Rachel offered in a very practical way. She reminded me so much of Fran Drescher, the actress who played The Nanny, when she spoke, but not quite as annoying. The tone of her advice was offered the way someone may suggest ginger ale as a way to get a stain out of your blouse – but instead it was, “…and then work your schmeckel into her tuches nice and easy the first time.”

Rachel and I are strong, resilient women, and even I was having a hard time gobbling all the dicks in my face. There were big ones, little ones, medium ones. They were uncircumcised, circumcised, and some shaped in ways I had never seen before. They were curved to the left, curved to the right, some too small to curve, and others long, straight and thick.

The men didn’t take their time and ease into my pussy, asshole or mouth. They didn’t spit on their dicks or my asshole – they just jammed it in one after the other and fired off a load of cum. Some pulled out immediately and rolled off, almost as if running away, and others would tighten all the muscles in their body and hold me tightly before rolling off.

One tried to kiss Rachel on the mouth. “I don’t kiss, sugar,” she informed the man.

“You just kissed my dick?” He sounded Iranian as he pointed out she had just blew him.

“Yes, and when you didn’t cum I let you stick it in my pussy, but I don’t French kiss,” she told him without hesitation. I admired how strongly opinionated she was. I didn’t fight anything the guys wanted to do with me. They pinched or squeezed, even bit on my neck and pulled my hair, and I just went with it.

Helen, on the other hand, was moving much slower and had a smaller crowd of guys.

We had only been at it for about 15 minutes when I saw her smile and look over her shoulder, saying, “At least buy a girl a margarita first!” when a Hispanic guy took her ass.

The man remained expressionless and fucked her like a machine from behind. I noticed Helen’s ex-husband standing in the shadows, watching her get plowed.

“Those are the best kind of guys,” Rachel explained, while talking over my back to Helen and ignoring Dave. We were close enough together we could hear each other, and I was in between the two of them. “The kind of robot fuckers who don’t interact and just get in and shoot and move on,” she said while taking the Iranian guy from behind. He was hugging her and trying to fondle her tits.

“Then you have Burt Lancaster over here, trying to make sweet, passionate love to my boobs,” she made a joke at his expense. The man looked offended, and Rachel said, “Oh, don’t be such a delicate flower.” She turned to face him and locked lips with him in a French kiss, almost as a consolation for being mean to him. “I don’t do that with everyone – did you like it?”

“Yes, very much, can we do it again?” the Iranian man said after catching his breath from the long, passionate, kiss.

“Get a business card from Gerk, it has my number. We can set something up, if that’s your thing.” Rachel didn’t wait for his answer. There was a fairly long line of impatient guys waiting for their turn with her.

“The guy with the butt plug in his mouth?” the Iranian man asked, but Rachel was already serving up two dicks and smiling at the men.

Mort stepped forward to offer him the business card, and the Iranian man put it in his pocket.

I was sucking a dick in front of me and taking it from behind at the same time. I practiced like this with dildos in my hallway, and once I get into the zone, I don’t even think about it. I had almost tuned out the fact that these dicks belonged to strange men that were going to use me. They fucked me like a see-saw, back and forth, one sticking his dick into my mouth and pushing me back onto his buddy’s dick while they stood over me.

“Dave, stop taking pictures, please?” Helen was offended as she demanded her ex-husband stop photographing her getting down with a strange guy.

“Why? It’s a free country!” Dave said while snapping pictures with his cell phone.

I knew guys were snapping our pictures, and Tony already had pictures of me anyway, so more wouldn’t change the end result for me. I also knew why this bothered Helen in particular, and was glad when Tony intervened.

“You snapping pictures of my whore?” Tony got right in Dave’s face, and Dave backed down quickly.

“Don’t do that,” Tony said as he fished around in Helen’s purse and removed a lipstick. “…until I’ve finished decorating her up like the good whore she is.”

He wrote in red lipstick “Fuck my ass” right above her butt cheeks with an arrow in red. Tony continued writing depraved things like, “Twenty dollar whore” and “Cummy Cummy Cum Drops” across her tits.

“Don’t give a shit about Dave, the asshole. No one who works with him likes him. Tonight you are Cummy Cummy Cum Drops, the OPPP – you got that? You are life support for three holes, and a cum bank for deposit only, baby.”

At first I thought Helen would burst into tears but she exploded into a smile when she realized what Tony was doing and shouted, “OMG! YAasssssss!”

She continued fucking guys and letting Dave take pictures, neither stopping to let him get him a good shot nor acknowledging that his taking pictures bothered her. It was as if she was reveling in the freedom of not giving a shit about what he thought or did.

Cum was dripping out of my ass and pussy, but I was gobbling what men fed me in my mouth.

I felt Rachel reach between my legs with one finger and put it to her lips, as if to consume my juices mixed with the white gooey seed of at least a dozen strange men. Then she got up and walked over to her brother and removed his butt plug before making him suck her finger.

She reveled in humiliating him, and her control, but he seemed to enjoy it.

There were still at least 30 guys all waiting for their turn with us. They were talking, looking at their phones, and some were even jerking off to prepare for us in a crowded, disorganized line next to Jerry and Tony. They collected the cash and distributed the paper plates.

“Oh, cool your cocks, guys,” Rachel said, then informed them she needed a cigarette break, and if any of them had a problem with that they can ‘suck her dick’ as she motioned to her bare, bald, pussy.

She did have a ‘perfect porn-star pussy’ – smooth, hairless, just enough pink showing. This was the classic pussy you see in Playboy Centerfolds. It certainly didn’t seem worn-out or well-used, even though she was clearly experienced.

“I think I’ll join you,” Tony said, and came over to where she was standing by her brother and lit a cigarette. He held it one hand as he started to write on Rachel the way he had Helen.

“Wait a minute, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Rachel confronted him when he began to reach for her tits.

“Hey, I just want to add a little decoration to that fine body!” Tony stood took a drag from his cigarette.

Rachel held her cigarette like Marlene Dietrich in an old black and white movie – sexy and classy. “What kind of lipstick is it?”

“How the fuck would I know?” Tony shrugged, and guessed, “Red?”

“It’s Fiona Stiles.” Helen looked up with a dick in her ass as she was getting pounded from behind and said, “It’s from Ulta!”

“Oh, that’s the good shit, go ahead then,” Rachel chuckled as she hit her cigarette.

Tony wrote “Porn Star Knockers” under her tits. He wrote “Cum Gobbler” on her chin and when he started to write something on her ass she told him to write “I crave Black Cock” on her ass cheeks – and he obliged. Tony was very impressed with his handiwork.

Helen and I were getting plowed by two guys while they watched Tony draw on Rachel – one of them was black. “Hot Damn! I should have waited for that girl!”

“I crave black cock, too,” Helen replied, then turned around and squatted in front of the man and sucked his dick while looking directly at her ex-husband Dave who was lurking in the shadows. It was pretty obvious she enjoyed getting a rise out of him.

She was clearly enjoying fucking strangers in front of him now. She had been horrified at first, but the more he grew sullen the more brazen she became. She licked a black guy’s nuts that were hanging in her face and stared right at Dave while she did. I had to giggle when the guy finished cumming on her forehead and she made an awkward face while pretending to love getting jizz all over her face and glasses.

“You don’t like the taste of cum?” the black man seemed surprised.

“I do, I just expected it to taste less like hair,” Helen admitted honestly with a slight chuckle.

“I’d like to see you lick this other white bitch’s hairless pussy then,” the black man pointed to me. “She look like Meredith Baxter Birney, the bitch from Facts of Life!”

I had never heard that before. I’ve been told I look like Connie Britton, the mom from Friday Night Lights, but a lot of people have never seen that TV show.

“Dude, the show was Family Ties and she had blonde hair,” his friend who was fucking me from behind said as he rammed his cock in and out of me.

“You got your fantasies, I got mine,” the black guy insisted, saying she and I should get together.

I looked at Tony as if I needed his approval to perform on Helen. I think I was looking for him to say that was too far.

“You got another paper plate?” Tony answered shrewdly.

“Shit, fuck your paper plates, Tony!” The black man getting his cock sucked by Helen became incensed. “I give you damn twenty dollars after this bitch is done,” he said.

“Cash doesn’t change hands for sex. You’re buying paper plates,” Tony reminded him. This was apparently his idea of a loophole around pay-to-play.

“Here, I have a paper plate,” Dave stepped out of the shadows and handed the paper plate to the black man. “Can you have her eat her asshole too, though?” he asked before retreating back into the shadows to watch.

Helen looked apologetically at me, and I shrugged back to her that I wasn’t upset about this. I had been with women before, but always when I was with my husband. There had been very little experimentation before or during my first marriage, and I was very much heterosexual, but I didn’t mind playing with a girl if it turned on my husband to watch.

I reached behind myself to help the man in me to cum and then slowly crawled forward and angled myself behind Helen so that I could lick her pussy and eat her ass while she sucked off the black man.

She smelled of cooze and sex, her hairy pussy a tangled mess of curly black hairs and fresh semen; lit up by the single overhead light over the dumpster.

I don’t know if she was taking her time intentionally, or just not the best at sucking dick, but she took a long time with each guy – twice as long as Rachel or I did, on average.

“No, no, Helen should eat the MILF’s ass, not the other way around,” Dave emerged again from the shadows to complain and direct the action.

“Shut up, Dave!” the black man shot him down and continued receiving head. “They can both get it on after I finish in this bitch’s face.”

“Sorry, Darryl! Go ahead,” Dave offered apologetically.

“If you’d stop talking maybe I could nut in your wife’s mouth,” Darryl complained.

“On her face, though, if you can,” Dave pointed out.

“Ex-wife,” Helen said as Darryl pulled out and shook his black cock full of cum all over her face and down her chin.

“You two seem right for each other,” Darryl said as he walked over the paper plate to Tony. Tony wasn’t even watching – he was chatting up Rachel and smoking.

“Yeah, why don’t you give some of the guys a chance to recharge and put on a little floor show,” Tony said as he took the paper plate. “We should bring beers out here for next time,” he suggested to Jerry as he took a drag of his cigarette.

“We could even do different paper plates for different girls or different sex acts!” Jerry suggested.

“Don’t overcomplicate it, Einstein,” Tony replied, dismissing his ideas. “Rachel, you just moved up to the top of my list for whores that would be down for a regular gang bang thing.”

“This is a one-time thing, and after this you’re going to make an appointment with Gerk over there. If he says we aren’t available, then you are not going to show up uninvited,” Rachel pouted and pretended to be sweet and innocent, while booping him on the nose with her finger – the same one that had been coated in cum earlier. “Do we understand each other?” she smiled.

“Maybe,” Tony promised half-heartedly.

“I haven’t introduced you to the reason I love black cock so much,” it was Rachel’s turn to show him her phone. It was apparently a picture of a big black guy, or several of them, because Tony nodded agreement that he’d be calling first from now on.

Helen and I were busy entangling our bodies. I had already scraped up my knees and become dirty from rolling around near the dumpster. Helen laid me back gently and pulled my legs apart, licked her lips and went down on me.

I have to admit, Tom seldom goes down on me, and while he’s an expert at sexual pleasure, giving oral sex is not his forte.

Helen was much, much better.

I came, and then I came again, and then I came again. She licked my asshole just a little to tease me, and at times inserted her entire nose and chin into my pussy to press against my clit hood. I think what I liked most about it was that she was not withholding in any way. She gave everything she could to turn me on, and she really seemed to know where to touch my buttons and how to touch them.

She told me later in the car ride home that she just did what she would have wanted done to her.

I have to admit, the rest of the evening was something of a blur after that. I was drunk on sex and my own pleasures. I think Helen went down on me again before the night was over, but after that particular event I lost track of the number of dicks I had inside of me.

I was dripping wet from every hole, and my hair was fucked up completely. I had bruises all down my thighs. I had hickeys and bite marks after an extended make-out session with Jerry, Tony, Rachel, and Helen.

Jerry and Tony had their way with us at the end. Tony told me that Jerry liked the idea of sloppy seconds.

Jerry corrected him by saying, “This is more like sloppy one hundreds,” and proceeded to eat me out as well. I stopped him at one point and asked Helen to continue in his place.

“Oh snap, you must have bored her, dude,” Tony cracked on his friend.

I took Jerry’s cock into my hand, worked it into my mouth, and gave him one hell of a blowjob as consolation.

I was as drunk that night on sex as I had been two nights before on wine with Matt.

The busboy from Olive Garden even walked in on us fucking and rolling around near the dumpster and had a turn with me. I had no idea how old he was, and I couldn’t have recognized his face – or almost any of the men from that night, if I had to be completely honest.

I don’t even remember Tony writing on my body in lipstick. He wrote “Bitch Cocksucker” on my stomach. There was “Jiggle Tits” on my chest, circling each of my nipples around the nipple shield to make the G’s. Lastly, on my ass cheeks he had put WH and RE in big letters with an O in the center with the ring being around my asshole. I had seen porn on my son’s computer where the girls had big tattoos like that.

Helen’s ex, Dave, stayed until almost the very end. He told her he couldn’t believe she was into this ‘sick shit.’

She asked him, “You showed up here to engage in this, so what does that make you?”

“Yeah, but not as a whore, though!” Dave said indignantly.

“Yeah, as a paying john and a trick who has to pay for sex. Sex you used to get for free!” Helen warned him.

“Well, it only cost me twenty bucks, so the price is a lot cheaper than I expected!” Dave was being petty and he knew it, but he couldn’t help himself. He was clearly jealous and at the same time disgusted.

Helen was clearly humiliated that he had seen her like this, but in a way flattered because he was clearly still hung up on her. She enjoyed hurting him by telling him that this was her and she was into this now, and if he didn’t like it that was just too bad. “You can go fuck one of these other girls.”

“I liked fucking you, though,” Dave said under his breath right before he left.

I remember Helen standing there watching him go and shaking her head. “That creepy motherfucker! Do you think I should get back with him? No, that would be unwise. I don’t know what I’m thinking. Oh my god, what am I thinking. Dave? He’s a total loser. He’s the reason I came here in the first place to just fuck with nothing complicated.” She was talking to herself, and rambling.

When it was all said and done, and Tony was counting out the money, I told him that I didn’t want any of it.

“This is paper plate money,” Tony informed me, “from the sale of paper plates. You did a good job and I never want anyone to say that I forced them into this. You take your money for a job well done, and I’ll even throw in a ride home.”

I took his cash as I pulled my clothes over me. I was so completely well-fucked and thoroughly pleased that I forgot to get my butt-plug back from Mort – I finally grew comfortable calling him Gerk. Mort didn’t wince or hesitate when I gave him an order, and followed us like a little lost puppy-dog. Rachel wanted him to keep it in his mouth on the ride home to ‘shut him up’ and I was too exhausted and over-stimulated to argue.

It took me a while to regain my senses after the last guy had left, and I finally got dressed. I then realized that it must be well past 11pm.

“You said I would be home by 11!” I demanded as I checked my phone. There were over 32 text messages, and it was after 1am.

“Did I?” Tony didn’t seem sympathetic at all. “I say a lot of things. You want a ride home or not?”

“Yes, please! Hurry!” I begged.

There are a lot of great things you can say about Rachel. She has a fantastic ass, a perfect set of tits, and a pussy that looks like it was created in a magazine. She is funny, witty, assertive, and she is very sexy.

One thing she is not is fast. She took her ever-loving time and even asked if we could run through a drive-thru at Starbucks. The only reason Tony didn’t divert us there was that it was likely closed at that time of night.

“Please, I need to get home.” I was crammed into the back of the car with Mort, Helen and Jerry, and desperate to get home.

Helen didn’t seem worried at all. She was also high on the sex we just had, but wasn’t sure how to interact with me. “Should we cuddle, or uh… Or is it going to be weird now?” she asked. I think she was trying to be sweet and commiserate with me.

“I think it’s going to be weird.” I didn’t mean it how Helen took it. I meant that things were about as weird as they could get. I started to apologize, but she told me she understood what I meant before I could get out the explanation.

Helen looked a complete mess, just like me. The refined blonde librarian in glasses was gone and replaced with a woman who looked like and smelled like a dirty street whore. I was sure we both were sweaty and cummy and her hair was all tussled like she had been through a storm of cocks tonight. Her glasses were all foggy and didn’t sit quite right on her nose, and she didn’t seem to care at all.

She felt a tremendous sense of accomplishment now that it was all over, and I could see her beaming with pride. “This may sound silly, but I thought I was going to do something frivolous and spontaneous tonight, and now I feel like I just crossed something off my bucket list.”

“Cum bucket list, more like!” Tony shouted into the back seat over his blaring rap music.

I knew what she meant, and I let her put her hands on my knees on the way home. I think she wanted to cuddle with someone after fucking, and I didn’t blame her.

“It was kind of like climbing Mount Everest,” Helen continued to explain, while ignoring Tony.

“More like Mount Everdick!” Tony offered a second quip, and was ignored.

“Yeah, well, there were a few limp ones, and a couple of guys who just wanted to cuddle and be loved, I think.” Helen was looking back on the night with a kind of reverie as to the events that led up to it.

“Yeah, well, they aren’t all Jack the Ripper out to put your head in the dumpster and fuck you silly. Then again, remember that fat bitch we had the other day and we put her in the dumpster at the end?” Tony asked Jerry.

“Which one was that? The brunette?” Jerry asked his friend.

“No, I mean the blonde one. I remember the brunette. She wouldn’t stop talking and her boyfriend was pissing everyone off, so when we were done with her we put her in the dumpster and told her to get her own way out.” Tony told the story as if he were proud of himself.

“I think that was the brunette. The blonde was the one you called and she brought all those high school guys?” Jerry tried to jog his memory.

“What about the butterface?” Tony asked “Everything about her was fine as shit, she had a hot ass and tits – everything but her face!”

“You called her a butterbelly,” Jerry reminded him of a woman they must have had sex with together “She was hot except for that fat belly of hers swaying around.”

“No, I have my standards, you must be gang-banging with someone else, bruh!” Tony looked annoyed that Jerry had reminded him of that in front of Rachel. He wanted to seem like he only banged hot girls – obviously.

The two of them continued swapping stories about women they’d fucked. I gathered as I listened in that this was definitely the largest turnout they’d ever had. This was Tony’s “side hustle,” and apparently he and some guys from a message board around Cherry Lawn recruit mostly bored housewives and get together for what they call “dogging” – public sex in parks. They had apparently had the most success at Olive Garden because Tony knew the manager.

“I mean, it was way hot and raw, but I guess I expected it to be more like rough and all, you know? I thought at first I was going to be humiliated when Dave showed up. I mean, he’s a creep and all, and he goes in for that sort of thing, but what am I saying? I was there too, and so I guess I’m a creep too. Anyway, what was it like the first time you did it? I bet you were scared. You didn’t seem scared tonight. You and Rachel were all like ‘bring on the dicks’ and ‘stick it in harder’ and hey, are you listening?” Helen had been steadily talking to me about this evening, but I wasn’t listening.

“I’m just checking my phone,” I explained to her as I read through the texts. They had mostly been normal check-ins from my sons about how well Janie and Taylor were doing at the wedding rehearsal. There was even one where Scotty was bored because his sisters were so well-behaved that he didn’t get to punish them.

There was a single text from Tom that said he was coming home soon and he had to work late. It said how much he loved me, and that was it – short and sweet.

I read that text over and over, and the sudden wave of guilt that I had cheated on my husband so many times washed over me like a tidal wave.

I hadn’t even finished reading all of my text messages because I kept looking at that one message from Tom.

I had lost count of the number of men I had fucked over the last three nights, and I hadn’t had a gun to my head. I did these things, and now I was sitting in the back of a car with money from the night in my purse and cum dripping out of my wet pussy and my kids would be wondering where I had gone to.

I should have been home to greet Janie and Taylor. I had done a piss-poor job of being the headmistress of the house.

I was in a deep state of regret, even though Helen and Rachel were laughing along with the guys in the car. The only person who remained quiet was Gerk, who was sitting in the backseat with my butt-plug in his mouth.

I skipped down to the final text from the boys tonight.

HELLO MOM, SORRY WE ARE LATE. LOT OF STUFF HAPPENED. DON’T PUNISH THE GIRLS TONIGHT WE ALREADY DID IT THOUGH. THEY WERE ACTUALLY REALLY WELL BEHAVED AND WE APPRECIATE THE CHANCE TO HELP EDUCATE THEM. IT STARTED AS KIND OF FUNNY BUT NOW WE TOTALLY GET IT. THANK YOU.

I sighed a breath of relief that things must have been okay but couldn’t stifle the guilty feeling that I had expected them to behave responsibly and I had done the exact opposite. I had gone off to fuck strangers, got paid for it, and wasn’t even home on time myself.

“Well, here we are, Jiggle Tits and Giggle Tits,” Tony turned around to let us know we were at my house. I assumed I was Jiggle Tits, since I was far from giggling at the moment.

“What about Titty Warbucks?” Helen laughed as she slid over Jerry and Gerk to get out – rubbing her ass in both of their faces for good measure when she could have gotten out of the car on my side. “Oops,” she said as she rubbed her body against Jerry one final time. “I guess I forgot my panties at Olive Garden,” she said as she staggered out of the car.

“Titty Warbucks was a good nickname, but now the name Jiggle Tits because it rhymes and you are Biggle tits,” Tony said, then leaned in to kiss Rachel good night.

“No, it’s Miss Goldman now, and remember I don’t kiss.” She strutted out of the car with Gerk where Tony had let us out.

“It’s Miss Jackson if you are Nasty,” Jerry sang the words to a Janet Jackson song as he smiled at Rachel strutting out of the car.

“I am Nasty,” she booped him on the noise with a touch of her finger and then ran it down to touch his lips but ignored Tony entirely.

“Hey, what about tomorrow night? Hey? Miss Nasty!” Tony pleaded with Rachel for her attention and to agree to see him tomorrow night as she shut the car door and ignored him.

“I told you,” she said without turning her head to regard him. “You have my business card. You will make arrangements through Gerk if you want to see any of us. If the price and time is right we’ll fuck your ever loving brains out, Mr. Nasty; but honey, you have to do a whole lot better than this little wad of cash for a repeat performance like tonight.”

She didn’t stop to wait for his reaction – and escorted Gerk out of the car towards our home. He was still wearing only my daughters panties and my butt plug in his mouth. “Gerky, can give it back to you when we get inside, darling,” she stated. “I am sure he wants to make a little late night deposit in your milk container,” she smiled at him as if it were a treat.

I don’t think Helen understood what she was talking about – but if she did, she didn’t ask about it.

“Hey, that was fun,” Helen remarked after Tony peeled out and burned rubber down my street. He definitely did that to try to impress us, but none of us looked impressed. “We should do that more often,” she giggled.

“Let’s not and say we did,” Rachel responded wryly.

“Let me go check on my munchkin,” Helen said as we walked to my front door. “I really appreciate you letting him stay here tonight so I could get my freak on.” It sounded strange to hear such a white-bread middle-America woman say, “get her freak on.”

“No problem,” I muttered as I put my key into the lock.

“It’s late, and I hope you don’t mind if we just crash here tonight? I know I have to do the walk of shame out of your house wearing the same clothes I had on the night before, but I’m willing to take that risk.” Her joking reminded me of Ellen Degeneres when there was some awkward silence and she was trying to fill it.

Rachel and Gerk were standing behind us waiting to come in as well. I wasn’t sure why, but I didn’t question it. I opened the door and the scene before me blew my mind.

The moment was punctuated and will stick forever in my mind, because Helen screamed explosively as soon as she looked inside the house.

Helen shrieked “Oh my fucking God! What the frick!!!” as the expression on her face went from casually joking to seriously freaked the fuck out.