HER SON'S SEX TOY
by Art West

                                        
CHAPTER 2: Becoming his whore (blackmail, MF, M+F, inc, ws)

By the time we had showered that Sunday morning late, and I had
gotten Greg his breakfast, it was getting close to the time Pam was
expected back.  So Greg allowed me to put on a dress (but no
panties or bra).  After Pam returned, there was not much Greg could
do, but he did slip a hand on to my tits or into my cunt from time
to time.  That night, I was lonely in bed, and had to finger myself
to some satisfaction before being able to sleep.

On Monday morning, only minutes after the children had left for
school, Kurt appeared again through the back door.  He wanted to
collect his videos, but also wanted to know what happened.  What
was Greg going to do?  Evasively, I said only that Greg had agreed
not to show the pictures to anyone, in return for my giving him
greater freedoms.  But I could feel myself reddening as I told him. 


"What sort of freedoms do you mean?" asked Kurt.

I hesitated, and blushed more deeply.  "Um ... Um ... you know
...um", I stammered.  Kurt looked at me and suddenly laughed out
loud.

"You're letting him fuck you, aren't you!" he cried in some glee.

"I ... I .... I ...." was all I could reply.

Kurt laughed again.  "I think that's marvellously kinky!  Mother-
son incest has always been a fantasy of mine.  A friend of mine at
school when we were around 13 or 14 confided in me that he and his
divorced mother slept together.  I was never sure whether I
believed him, but it was a huge turn on for me.  And you and Greg
turn me on even more!

With that, Kurt ripped my dress off (literally ... it tore!) and
threw me on to the couch.  I was equally hot from nearly 24 hours
of abstinence and from my confessions.  As Kurt slammed his organ
into my wet and willing cunt, he cried out: "Go on tell me ... tell
me how you've been fucking your little boy ... tell me how much
you've enjoyed it you depraved incestuous slut ... you'll fuck
anything that moves, won't you?".

"Yes, yes", I responded.  "He's fucking me whenever he wants to ...
and I want it all the time ... fuck me hard .. Aaaaaaah".  Kurt
soon came.  Then as we lay there still coupled, he made me tell
every detail of the weekend.  As my story unfolded, I could feel
his cock swelling inside my vagina, and soon he was thrusting into
me again.  

"One day I want to watch you ... fuck your son .... I want to make
a movie of it ... I want to fuck you in your son-filled slimy cunt
..." he gasped out.  "Yes .. Yes ..." I grunted back "do that ... I
want the world to know of the depths of my degradation" at which
point we came together, Kurt pumping me full of seed yet again.

..................

In fact, it was to be many months before I saw Kurt again.  A few
hours later he had gone ... even before Pam and Greg were back from
school that day. That evening, Roy returned from his trip a day or
two earlier than expected, so that the wild adventures of the past
few days were gone.

Over the next few weeks we settled into a set routine.  The first
thing Greg did when getting home from school was to slip a hand
under my skirt to check that I was still pantyless.  I could be
sure that at some time during the afternoon, before Roy got home,
Greg would find some way to have a quick fuck.. He didn't care
whether I had time to come or not; he just released his swollen
balls into me.  Sometimes he took me bending over a chair while Pam
was in another room.  At other times, Pam might go out, and Greg
might take longer fucking me on his bed or on mine.  I seldom had
time to shower in between so that my pussy was often wet and
leaking cum when Roy got home.

A few days later, Greg introduced a further demand.  He walked in
on me trimming my bush and shaving around the edges.  "No", he
said, "I think I like to see you with a nice thick bush between the
legs ... no more shaving or trimming down there".  Now I had always
been embarrassed by my rather lush dark growth, that went quite a
way down the inside of my legs, and with a thick bush that
stretched almost half-way to my navel.  Furthermore, I had a narrow
strip of hair that ran right up to my belly button.  I had been
teased by other girls at school, and had regularly kept it trimmed
ever since.  I tried to protest against this latest demand, but got
no more sympathy than before, and from then on Greg would check the
growth as well.  Within six to eight weeks I had an enormously
thick black bush that I was sure people would see when my skirt
blew in the wind.

Strangely, sex with Roy seemed to increase in frequency and passion
during the same period.  I was now so much on a high of sexual
stimulation, especially if Greg had not gotten me off, that I
responded immediately to any advance from Roy.  Roy had noticed my
lack of bra, and commented on it, to which I replied that it just
made feel freer.  That seemed to turn him on, much to my pleasant
surprise!  About two weeks after that weekend, he also noticed for
the first time that I wasn't wearing panties.  "Have you been out
shopping like this?" he asked.  When I acknowledged that I had, Roy
almost raped me on my bed.

The next time Roy was away, Greg came to my room after Pam had gone
to bed, and climbed in with me.  Although he would leave again
before morning, I resigned myself to the fact that it was only a
matter of time before Pam discovered us.  She did not in fact
discover anything at this time, but the next events ensured that
she pretty well guessed what was happening.

These events occurred about three months after Greg started
blackmailing me.  One day, Pam got home from school a little
earlier than Greg.  She seemed quieter than usual, but seemed to be
watching me intently as I prepared a snack for her.  When Greg
arrived, he greeted us boisterously.  He came to stand beside me,
put his arm round me and kissed me on the lips in a slightly open-
mouthed fashion.  I was aware of Pam watching closely.  Suddenly, I
felt Greg unfastening the top button on my blouse, and his hand
slipping down on to my naked breast.

I tried to pull away, muttering "No, no, Greg, please not here
...".  But he held me firmly as Pam watched, in no doubt as to what
was happening.

"Don't worry about Pam", he told me.  "I've told her that you are
really the ultimate cool mom, with no hang-ups, and who'll do
anything for us.  Isn't that right?"  The threat of blackmail was
in his voice, and I said nothing.

"In fact, look here Pam, how cool mom is."  With that he pulled my
skirt up at the back to reveal clearly my naked bum, uncovered by
panties.  He tucked the hem of the skirt into the waistband,
leaving my arse cheeks on clear display.  I was mortified, but
didn't know what to do; so I just stood there with my face beetroot
red. 

Pam stared in fascination at my embarrassment and humiliation.  But
I noticed that she was gently rubbing her crotch ... so she was
turned on by the scene before her.

"You see", Greg turned to me, "Pam has some favours to ask and she
was scared to come to you.  I told her that there was no problem. 
Especially as I know how to ask nicely, you would never refuse me
now would you?

The threat was again unmistakable.  "Wha ... Wha ... What are you
wanting?", I stammered out.

"Go on ... ask her" Greg told Pam.

"Firstly", started Pam, "I want to go on the pill, and I need you
to take me to the doctor".

"But why", I asked a little foolishly.

"Because I don't want to get pregnant, of course; and because Jon
(... her 17 year old boyfriend remember ...) doesn't like to use
rubbers".

"You mean ... you mean .... you mean you and he are ... are ...?" I
stammered out.

"Well obviously we're having sex, or I wouldn't need the pill".

I knew this was wrong.  I shouldn't just condone my 14-year-old's
active sex life.  But I also knew that if I refused, Greg would
start posting my pictures.  (And by now he had quite a few more.) 
So I muttered "OK, I'll take you tomorrow; what's your other
question?"

"Cool" grinned Pam.  "Then when Dad's not here (as I know he'll
never agree), I want Jon to come and sleep over with me.  And I
want to be able to go off with him on their weekend bike rallies,
so that I can be inducted as one of the gang's birds".  

Once again, I know I shouldn't, but I did agree.  

Greg muttered to Pam: "Right, so you owe me now!"

"Only when I have the pill, and have had a night with Jon" she
responded.

And so the next day I took Pam to the doctor. The doctor was
dubious, but I persevered.  As Pam's period was due in a few days
time (as was mine), I collected her first prescription with mine,
and gave them to her, asking again: "Are you sure this is what you
want?  You are still very young."

Pam grinned cheekily at me without directly replying.  "I would
love to know what the hold is that Greg has over you.  It must be
awesome!  But why should I care - I have what I want.  Weekend
after next, Dad will be away.  I'll be asking Jon to sleep over
with me on the Friday, and then we're heading out on a bike outing
for the rest of the weekend ... OK?".

I only nodded.

"I suppose I'm going to have to pay up to Greg now", she smiled
dreamily.

I wasn't sure whether I wanted to ask, but I did: "Wha ... What is
it you have to give him?".

"I have to let him start fucking me again" she said completely
matter-of-factly.

"WHAT??!!", I shouted, and then as the phrase penetrated, added
"What do you mean 'again'?"

"Oh", answered Pam quite calmly, "from when we were little, we used
to play regularly with each others genitals.  Just after I turned
9, he first pushed his little stiffy into my slit, and from then on
we went at it almost every day.  Shortly before he turned 12 and
while I was still 10, his cock had got so big that he bust my
cherry.  We were quite scared for a day or two at the blood, but
found an explanation in one of our sex books, and so we went on.  I
started enjoying it much more as he went deeper.  But a year or so
later, my periods had started and he came in me for the first time. 
I was scared.  And in any case, I was getting interested in other
boys, and felt a bit funny about doing it with him.  So I stopped,
but he has continued  to hassle me about letting him do it again. 
So I promised I would fuck him again, if he convinced you to put me
on the pill, and let me sleep over with Jon ... so I'm going to
have to pay up.  Not such a bad idea anyway ... Greg is a pretty
good lover with a good-sized cock that he knows how to use!"

"You should try him some time", she added mischievously.

I made no comment, but felt myself reddening at this last remark. 
Pam looked at me, noticed my embarrassment, and giggled: "My god! 
You have ....!  Oh that's really something!".

Again I said nothing.

.....................
On about the Wednesday of the next week, Greg and Pam told me that
they wanted a bit of a party on the Friday night.  They wanted to
invite a friend Dawn to sleep over as well.  Now Dawn was a petite
little black girl, who was a year older than Pam, but looked hardly
more than 12 or 13.  I knew her parents, who were a very religious
pair.  Greg told me that Pam had invited Dawn to spend the night,
and that Dawn's mother would call to check if this was OK.  I was
to reassure her that I would be around the whole time.

Dawn's mother called later and I did as I was told, knowing full
well that as Jon would be sleeping with Pam, Greg would have Dawn
sleep with him.  I realized I was contributing now not only to the
delinquency of my own two kids, but to that of another underage
girl as well.  But I was trapped.  To be honest, I did not even
feel guilty; just a little jealous that Greg would not be fucking
me that night.

To make matters worse, I was told to lay in some wine coolers and a
batch of porno videos. I knew that if this were ever discovered, I
would be in serious trouble.  Greg had me serve them with snacks
and fresh drinks regularly while they watched the movies, dressed
only in my short beach wrap.  The two girls sat on the boys laps as
they petted openly, and soon their tits were on open display, as if
challenging me.

I spent as much time as I could in the kitchen, but fingering
myself as the heavy sexual atmosphere in the room and the raw sex
on the screen was making me horny in spite of the worries about
what I was allowing these kids under my control to do.     

One of the videos had just finished at around 10pm, and while I was
refreshing the bowls of crisps, the front door bell rang.  I was
startled, but Greg said that it was Sean (the pizza boy), and would
I go and let him in.  So once again, I opened the door for Sean,
dressed almost in nothing.  He looked less startled this time, but
his eyes still devoured me lustfully.

He was also carrying four pizza boxes.  Greg came up behind me and
greeted Sean, adding "Great so you were able to collect a few
pizzas!".

"Sure", said Sean, "I told you there's always some unclaimed orders
left over".

"Well, take them through to the living room, while my Mom and I get
plates and knives" Greg told him.

Greg pulled me into the kitchen.  "Sean is quite an innocent
sexually", Greg told me, "He's still a virgin, but he has a
girlfriend that he thinks will soon go all the way. I told him that
if he could provide some eats for us, he could watch the movies, to
get some pointers.  He admitted to me that he has fantasized about
you ever since the previous time.  I promised him that if he came
around tonight, you would give him a good time and teach him about
love-making with a real woman".

I was speechless!  "Bu...  Bu... But ...", I spluttered.  

"I hope that you're not going to back out of my promise to him"
growled Greg ominously, "as that would make me very upset, and you
know what that can mean ....  And in any case he has brought around
all those pizzas for us.".

"You're selling your mother for a few pizzas", I wailed.  But I was
caught still deeper in the trap.  Damned if I did and damned if I
didn't, and once again I did not have the courage or strength to
face up to my ever more domineering son. 

Once we had eaten, had a few more drinks, and cleared away, Greg
set the VCR going again. The other four settled into two easy
chairs, once again with the two girls sitting on the boys' knees. 
Nervously, I sat down on the two-seater couch next to Sean.  Pam
looked across, and with a wicked grin said: "Oh go on mom. Sit on
Sean's lap.  He'll never learn that way!".

Greg looked up, and gestured for me to do that. So conscious of the
4 pairs of teenage eyes on me, I moved across to sit on Sean's
thigh, with my largely exposed legs draped across his. He put one
arm around my shoulders to pull me up against him, and placed his
other hand high up on my bare thigh.  Then I don't know what got
into me; I just went over the edge.  The horniness I had been
feeling all night boiled over, and I was aware only of the close
proximity of a virile young male. I moved my lips to meet his, and
as they touched I opened them and within seconds our tongues were
wrestling in and out of our mouths.

I felt Sean's hand undoing the buttons on my wrap, and then
slipping in to massage my tit.  I  was like a teenager again and
out of control.  I wriggled closer to Sean and rubbed my leg
against his rock hard bulge.  I grabbed his free hand on my leg,
and moved it up into my naked crotch.  I showed him how to rub my
clit and to fuck me with two fingers, and before long I was cumming
for the first time, uncaring of the amused expressions from my two
teenage kids and their lovers.

It was not long before I realized that Sean was near to cumming,
and I wasn't wasting that in his pants.  I stood up. For a moment
he looked surprised and disappointed, but I pulled him to his feet,
and taking him by the hand led him out of the room, and to my
bedroom.

"If I'm to give you sex lessons, we might as well do it in comfort"
I explained.   

Once in the room, I shrugged off my wrap and dropped on to the bed
wantonly with my legs splayed open.  It took Sean only seconds so
shed his clothes and he dropped on top of me on the bed, fiercely
kissing me on the lips.  His hips thrust frantically at me, but I
had to reach down to guide is cock into the right hole.  It was all
over far too quickly.  He slammed into me as if the world was about
to end, and within a minute was pumping his load into me.

When he was done, Sean collapsed with a sigh on top of me.  I
rolled him to one side, and I stroked his chest as he dozed, and
then lengthened my strokes to tease around his stomach and upper
legs, just tantalizing brushing against his now limp member.  I
leaned across him and sucked his little nipples.  He groaned
softly.  I ran my lips down across his stomach, and he groaned a
little more loudly.  My lips moved down into his pubic bush and
then on to his still limp penis, which started to twitch.  I had
not long to wait ... he was a teenager after all!  I sucked the end
of his cock into my mouth, while I played with his hairy balls. 
His groans increased in intensity and I could feel his cock rapidly
returning to full extension.

Once he was fully erect, I laid back and pulled his head down to my
tits where he began suckling on my well-extended nipples, as I
continued to massage his prick. Soon he was ready to enter me
again.  I stopped him for moment, got on to my knees, crouching
with my butt high in the air, and pulled him round behind me.  He
got the idea instantly, and slammed his full length into me doggy-
style.  Before long we were thrashing around and making quite a lot
of noise, so that my two kids could be in no doubt anymore as to
what we were doing.

He kept going long enough to give me a couple of orgasms, and then
I felt him stiffen. I grabbed for his balls from underneath, as
squeezed them as he sent his sperm pumping into my innermost
depths.  I was in ecstasy!

When we were done, we collapsed into an exhausted heap.  I turned
off the light, and we both fell asleep instantly in each others
arms, and my last waking thoughts was feeling his jism leaking out
on to my thighs ... but I couldn't care.

We slept like babies.  By the time I awoke it was fully daylight. 
My first sensations were of Sean nursing at my breast again, as his
fingers played with my clit.  He was a fast learner!  As I grew
more fully awake, I pushed his head down until they were between my
thighs. I pulled his legs across my face, opened my mouth and
sucked in his cock.  At the angle I was at, it almost immediately
went right down my throat.  I held my hand on the base of his cock
to prevent his bruising me as a fucked my mouth.  He nursed on my
clit, while I sucked and swallowed continuously on his swollen
member, and before long he was filling my throat with spunk.  I
swallowed most of it, but I could feel some in my mouth.  As his
climax abated, he fell to one side, and some of his sperm leaked
out from my lips down my cheek.

Only as we were finished did I hear the applause!  There in the
door of my room were Greg and Pam, with Jon and Dawn.  They had
been watching the whole performance!  In Greg's hand was his
ubiquitous digital camera, so he obviously had more blackmail
material.  I would never be out of clutches; my humiliation it
seemed then was complete.

.....................
During the next few months, Sean returned on a number of occasions
for further "lessons".  Also Greg produced another three "students"
for me to teach, and made additional photographs of some of the
lessons.  I made weak protests, but knew it was to no avail.  One
of the boys he brought was only 14, so I was aware that I could get
into serious trouble, but somehow, quite apart from Greg's hold
over me, I was becoming addicted to sex ... I suppose one should
say nymphomaniac.

By this time, Greg was finding occasion to fuck me at least once a
day.  Then, of course, I gave my lessons a few afternoons a week. 
Roy, somehow, was becoming increasingly attentive, and we made love
most nights when he was at home.  When Roy was away, Greg was now
sleeping openly with me, uncaring of the fact that Pam was fully
aware of this.  Pam clearly didn't care, as she usually had Jon to
sleep over at those times.  And, in fact, when Jon was not around,
she had Dawn's 18 year-old brother Mike (a large black athletic
guy) over to sleep. (Jon and Mike were friends, and it seems they
regularly shared girlfriends.)  She was becoming a slut just like
her mother!

About a month or so after my first lessons for Sean, Kurt made a
brief visit to our town. He came in to see me, bringing with him a
tall blonde Dutch friend of his, Willem.  I ended up fucking them
both ... twice!  From then on, Kurt and Willem would arrive about
once a month on our doorstep, sometimes meeting Greg on the way in
or out.

From comments that were made by two of the boys to whom I was
giving lessons, I was fairly sure that Greg was charging them.  But
I didn't want to ask.  I didn't want to admit that I was now
completely a whore.

But any pretence regarding my position as Greg's fully owned whore
was removed well into the next spring, as the end of the next
school year was approaching.  Greg informed me (I wasn't asked)
that he had arranged for me to put on a "show" for a group of boys
celebrating the end of their school careers.  They wanted a
slightly more mature stripper, as they wanted to act out a fantasy
involving one of their school teachers.  

Greg assured me that they would not know I was his mother.  He had
told them that he had this distant aunt who was willing to put out
for most people as long as the price was right. He had showed them
some pictures (Oh no!!) and they had agreed I would suit the part
well.  The cash, he added, would come in handy for upgrading some
of his equipment.

"What am I supposed to do?", I asked.

"Not much!  You should dress like a school teacher, and act out a
scene as a real bitch of a teacher.  Then they will take over, and
you'll just have to do what comes naturally."

"Am I supposed to have sex with them?", I wailed, knowing what the
answer would be.

"Of course", agreed Greg.  "That's part of their fantasy; raping
the bitch of a teacher!".

"How can you sell your own mother like a common whore?" I cried.

"You're definitely not common, quite special in fact", Greg
reassured me.  (Why did I not find this comforting?)  "But I don't
see it as 'selling' you, just recovering some of the costs of
maintaining your portfolio of pictures secure and safe ... I can,
of course just release the pictures to the public domain?".

Trapped again!  And so, on a balmy Friday evening a few weeks later
(while Roy was again out of town, and Pam was away with Jon), Greg
drove me in my car to our destination.  He allowed me to wear jeans
and a top, and brought along a suitcase with my outfit for the
night.

A little outside of the neighbouring town, we turned into a long
driveway of a rural small holding, and drove up to the house which
was set well back from the road and any neighbours.  We were met at
the door by an attractive athletic looking man of about my age,
introduced to me as Jim.  I later discovered that he was a part-
time sports trainer for the school as well as working at a local
gym.  This was his house, and he had organized the evening for some
of his star athletes.  I could hear some pretty raucous drunken
shouting elsewhere in the house, but Jim and Greg ignored it.

Jim looked me over approvingly.  "Just right", he said to Greg. He
suggested that I change in a bathroom, after which he would show me
where we'd do the act.  As I went into the bathroom, I saw Jim hand
Greg an envelope ... obviously my earnings for the night!

Only when I opened the suitcase, did I see what Greg had provided
for me.  There was a large, plain modest bra, and large cotton
panties.  There was a corset with suspenders, and a pair of black
stockings.  As outer garments, I had a gray skirt and a matronly
white blouse that fastened at the back.  Finally, Greg had included
an old pair of flat-heeled black lace-up shoes.  Once dressed, I
looked in a mirror ... I did look quite school-marmish!

I joined Jim and Greg again, and was taken through to a large room
set out as a school room. It must have been an old barn they were
converting into a gym, as there were climbing ropes hanging from
the roof.  It had a tiled stone floor. A number of small tables and
chairs were set out, and there was also a blackboard on an easel,
and a flip chart on which hung some posters with interior slices
shown through male and female organs.  There was a short cane lying
on the chalk rack of the blackboard.  Finally, and incongruously,
there was a bed in the corner, containing a bare stained mattress. 
I felt my nipples harden and my pussy juicing, as I realized what
that was for.

Jim indicated what I was required to do. "Greg tells me that you
can ad lib quite well, so that's what we want. When the boys come
in, and sit down, you'll start giving them a sex lesson, but full
of technical terms like penis, vagina, uterus, ovaries, etc.  They
will make various comments, but you will ignore these and push on
boringly.  After about 10-15 minutes, I'll give you a signal.  At
that point, tell them you've had enough of their nonsense; pick up
the cane and tell the boy who made the last comment to get up an
bend over.  From then on, we'll let events take their course! OK?".

I looked at Greg who was grinning broadly and rubbing his crotch. 
I just nodded.  What else could I do?

Jim left, and a few minutes later appeared with about 6 or 8 guys,
who leered at me lustfully as they took their seats.

Jim rapped on a table: "Silence boys.  This is your new teacher,
Mrs Jones.  Behave yourselves for this important lesson."

Using the cane as a pointer, I described ovaries, periods in detail
(to sounds of "gross" from some boys) and ovulation.  When I
started to talk of vagina, there was a call of "Hey, teach, what
does it really look like ... show us yours!".  At my mention of the
erect penis, one boy moved round to show an obvious hard-on in his
trousers.  "Do you think that will fit in your 'vagina'" called out
one of the others.

Then Jim gave me the signal.  I spoke of how the semen is
ejaculated with force into the uterus, to which one boy shouted:
"I'd like to ejaculate into your pussy!".  I slammed the cane down
on to his desk.  "That's enough!" I shouted crossly.  Get up and
bend over.

He did as he was told, but pulled down his pants to moon me.  I
managed to whack him once on his behind, before a couple of the
other guys grabbed me with the words: "Now you're in big trouble
teach!".

As the guys closed in round me, I felt a mixture of fear and
anticipation.  One boy grabbed the neck of my blouse and pulled
hard.  All the buttons tore and it came straight off to the loud
cheers of his friends.  "Why are you hiding your tits behind those
ugly things?" said one of them, producing a penknife from his
pocket.

I pretended terror. "No, no please ... leave me alone and I won't
tell anyone".

But the guy with the knife cut the front of my bra and then the
straps, so that I was left topless. I tried to cover my tits with
my arms, but they were dragged away.  Someone else had unfastened
my skirt which fell to the ground.  

The bed was dragged into the middle of the room, and I was thrown
down on it.  My corset and panties were cut off, leaving me only in
stockings and shoes.  These did not last much longer!  The boys
were shouting suggestions to each other which I could not always
hear.  But suddenly two of them looped the stockings under my
knees, and tied them to two of the climbing ropes. This left my
legs in the air, and spread wide open.  The bed was moved so that
my bottom was just resting at the end of the mattress, so that my
gaping pussy was easily accessible to all.  Part of me was slightly
scared.  Part of me was rather embarrassed. But to my own surprise
and dismay, I was also being turned on by this degraded position,
and I could feel my cunt juices starting to flow in anticipation of
being fucked.  I was becoming the ultimate slut!  

I had not long to wait.  The first of the boys pulled a condom from
a box standing on the table, quickly rolled it on to his straining
cock, and then slammed into me with no further preliminaries.  But
I was already so wet that he slipped in right up to the hilt, and
started pumping to the cheers of encouragement from his mates.  Two
of them knelt on either side of my head with their cocks out and
alternated slapping them against my cheeks and lips.  Two others
grabbed hold of my nipples and started to pull painfully on them,
but I was building up to an orgasm!  It soon came, and I screamed,
pushing myself as hard as I could against the guy violating me, to
get him as deep into me as I could, to a chorus of obscene comments
from the boys.  That brought him to the edge, and he soon came.

As soon as his ejaculations eased off, he pulled out, removed the
rubber, and calmly started to empty the contents on to my thick
black bush.  He grabbed one of my hands, and made me rub it in like
a lotion.  The other boys complained that he was making me messy
for the rest of them, but he obviously didn't care.  The next guy,
also did not seem to care too much, as he crawled between my legs
and took his friends place deep in my juicy pussy.  He did not even
wait to come!  As he felt himself reaching crisis point, he pulled
out, ripped off the rubber, and sprayed his jism all over my belly;
and once again I was forced to massage it into my skin.

This set the scene for the rest of the boys.  The next two sprayed
their jism over my tits.  The others found what space they could,
which included my face and hair.  In all cases, I was forced to rub
the gunk all over my skin and hair, to catcalls and hoots from the
boys.  In one way, I felt utterly degraded, but in another I was
totally turned on.  My pussy juiced continuously, and each new cock
only had to enter it for a few strokes before I exploded in yet
another orgasm.

As each of the boys finished with me, he would grab a beer and down
it, followed almost immediately by another.  So by the time the
last guy had cum over me, they were all pretty drunk.

"That's what bitch teacher Jones had coming to her" shouted one.

"She looks more appealing with her cunt and not her mouth open",
laughed another, "and the man-juice does wonders for her skin and
hair tone!"

One of the others cracked open another beer can, and said: "She'd
look and smell even better covered in beer", and moved towards me.

"No wait!" shouted another, "We can't waste good beer on the bitch
... it's better to filter it through our kidneys first!"

"NOOOO", I wailed as his intention sank in, but to no avail.

Two guys knelt on the bed on either side of me, fishing out their
cocks.  Within seconds I was being sprayed from two sides by their
warm piss.  Once again, the initial humiliation became a turn on,
and I wriggled around, not to avoid the piss, but to relieve the
itch in my cunt. 

By the time the first two were replaced by the next pair, I was
gasping from my exertions, and one of them pissed straight into my
mouth.  I nearly gagged, but swallowed a lot of it as the rest ran
down my chin.  The bed itself was getting pretty wet, and I was
lying in pools of their piss. 

It seemed to go on for ever, but eventually, the guys seemed to be
dried out.  By now I must have looked a real mess, but desperately
needed a cock up my cunt again!

Jim clapped for attention.  "Guys", he said, I'm afraid that our
time is up, but 'Mrs Jones' manager has said you can each have one
last 'quicky' ... so draw lots and get into line."

It probably only took about 30 minutes for all of the 6 or 8 guys
(I never did count) plus Jim himself to come while fucking my
pussy.  By then I was exhausted and drained, but surprisingly
satisfied from having cum so often.

Jim sent the boys out of the room, then untied me, and said I could
use the bathroom to clean up before we left.  With that he left us
to find our own way out.  But Greg was having none of this 'clean-
up'.  He told me to go straight out to the car, and to get in the
passenger seat, still entirely naked and covered in piss and cum. 
He did put my jeans on the car seat, however, to avoid messing the
upholstery!

Greg drove me home. When we reached the house, Greg made we walk
from the driveway to the front door, still naked.  Once inside the
empty house, I was about to go the bathroom when Greg stopped me. 
"Hey ... aren't you forgetting something?  I'm your agent but the
only one who hasn't had relief tonight.  Come give me a deep-throat
blow job!"

So there and then, in the hall, I knelt in front of my son, my
master, pulled down his pants, and sucked in his young but virile
cock.  I let it slip further and further into my mouth until it was
tickling my tonsils.  I adjusted my neck-angle and swallowed, and
in he went.  My nose was buried in his pubic hair and I luxuriated
in the male scent penetrating my nostrils.  He put his hands at the
back of my head, and started thrusting his pelvis against my face,
fucking my throat like a tight pussy.  I heard him groan he started
to ejaculate, but he kept pumping until he was totally empty.  His
entire load had gone down my throat; nothing was able to leak
forward.

Only then could at I last go and clean up under a lovely warm
shower.  However much I had been turned on by my humiliation that
night, it was good to be cleaned and perfumed again.  Still naked,
I went to my bed, to find Greg (equally naked) sitting on the edge
counting out some cash.  He passed one of the piles on to me with
the words: "This should be your fair share of tonight's earnings". 
I took the money and put it away.  There was no longer any doubt or
pretense: I was Greg's whore, and I was satisfied with that status.

Greg crawled into bed, and fucked me again from behind, after which
we soon fell fast asleep after our night's long exertions.