_________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Used Teacher's Edition (MF, M+F, fg, m+F, ped, blkml, teacher, slut) By wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I could hear their laughter rumbling down the hall as they left, slamming my front door. Sighing I reached for my cigarettes. 4:32 in the morning. It seems like they're staying longer and long each time. Flicking the lighter, I brought the Newport to my lips, sucking in the much needed nicotine. My breasts still bore the marks of my lovers and surprisingly, I wasn't sore, even with as many as there were, but then again, I`m usually not. Finishing my smoke, I reached for the hand towel I keep on the nightstand to sop up their emissions. It's hard as hell to get the smell of cum out of carpets and if I tried standing, it would surely leave a trail to the bathroom. Soon I'll have to throw out this mattress as the musky odor lingers. There are only so many times you can flip it over and spray Febreze before it becomes impossible to cover the smell. After several swipes attempting to the ebb tide of semen, I simply placed the cloth over my pussy, feeling the stubbly growth. I'll need to shave again before going to work. Glancing at the clock, I groaned, 4:39. Twenty-one more minutes and I'll need to start getting dressed. Closing my eyes, I thought about how my life became so crazy. I'd like to blame it on Jerry, but it's not all his fault. Not really. Feeling the large wet spot under my ass, I rolled over and as the rag slipped away, a fresh trickle of cum seeped from my swollen pussy. "Fuck it," I said squeezing my vaginal muscles, releasing a juicy pussy fart and forcing a deluge of slime from my overworked hole. "That's for you, Jerry, I hope you're happy," I muttered with a deep sigh. ~~~ I was nineteen when we first met in college. He was twenty and a little on the nerdy side, but he was nice and kind of cute in his own way. We had a math class together and since he was much better than I, we decided to be study partners. There were a few other guys in our study group, but I could tell right away that he liked me, well; actually he was infatuated with me. Even though it was only my third semester, I was getting quit the reputation as a party girl and loved all the attention. The frat boys were calling me Foxy Roxy or Rockin' Roxy and I thrived on the attention. In high school, the boys weren't so kind and called me a lot of nasty names but I didn't let it bother me. Funny how one minute a guy will call you a slut and the next minute he's asking you out on a date. It was mid-semester and we had just finished a big test when I suggest we head out to the beach for some rest and relaxation. Everyone agreed to meet after class but only Jerry and I showed up. The other three guys couldn't make it for whatever reason but I wasn't going to let that spoil our fun. Grabbing a blanket, we headed south, looking for an isolated spot for Jerry to take a few pictures of me. He was an amateur photographer and I was anxious to show off my body. The only place we found without a lot of people was lined by rocks but that would have to do. I did notice there were two surfers not far off shore who were trying to keep from flipping over on the waves. "Okay, let's get started," I told him pulling my tee-shirt over my head. Jerry popped the lens cover from his camera and looked up with a shocked expression. "You're not wearing a bathing suit!" he nearly yelled noticing my bare chest. "I don't need one. Besides, I want you to take nudes of me," I told him unbuttoning my pants. He stood like a statue staring at me as my shorts quickly dropped to the ground and I stepped out of them, tossing them to the side. "JERRY!" I called out to him for the second time as his eyes focused between my legs. I don't like pubic hair and began shaving my pussy when I was thirteen and was I'm as smooth as a little girl. "Take my picture!" After a brief delay, he brought the camera to his face and began snapping pictures. I posed in several positions, even giving him a few opened beaver shots and several from behind. He was stunned throughout most of the session, but managed to use over two rolls of film before we stopped. Flopping to the blanket, I looked out toward the water and noticed for the first time the two surfers were standing on the sand about twenty feet away, their boards planted vertically staring at us. I waved and they slowly approached. "That was some show," the taller, darker one said. "Thanks, I hope you enjoyed it," I said smiling. The blond guy didn't say much but kept looking at Jerry. "I'd tell you but I don't want to get your boyfriend mad," he replied giving Jerry a quick sideways glance. "He's not my boyfriend," I said rolling onto my back, bending my knees to arch my legs. Smiling, I raised my torso, supporting my upper body with my elbows, watching as they stared at my slim naked body. Both boys groaned and I got a chill from their reaction. That's exactly what I was looking for. "In that case," the well-tanned guy said. "We enjoyed it very much," he added with a smile. "I think you'll enjoy this even more," I said parting my legs. Three sets of eyes whitened as their eyes grew hilariously wide. It seemed like minutes, but was probably less than one before the Spanish-looking guy spoke. "Are you okay with this?" he asked Jerry as if seeking his permission to fuck me or something. Jerry babbled something about me not being his girlfriend and the next thing I knew, his wetsuit was coming off. I smiled, dropping back to the blanket, waiting. Hundreds of guys had seen me naked so I wasn't shy about being nude in front of them. When he shimmied from his tight rubber suit, I was pleasantly surprised, thinking that his large cock must have been very cramped in that confining space. He wasted no time in mounting me, shoving his erection fully inside on the first thrust. We both grunted as his pubic bone crashed into mine. I watched over the thrusting guy's shoulder as his grinning companion began pulling his wetsuit off as if it was burning his skin. Dropping to the blanket next to my head, I pulled his cock closer, sliding my lips over it, taking it to the back of my throat. I was hoping that Jerry would take a few pictures of me fucking those guys, but the goofus just stood there gawking for the entire thirty minutes we screwed. I came three times while they took turns fucking my pussy and mouth, each cumming twice and the darker one came three times. Just as quickly as it started, it ended and they left, grabbing their surf boards as they walked away. Although I came, I was so turned on that I wanted more. I looked up at Jerry still ogling me but from the look on his face, I was sure that he wouldn't want sloppy seconds. Wading waist deep, I rinsed off, splashing the cold salty water between my legs, washing away their sperm. "I can't believe you did that!" Jerry scolded as we climbed into his Ford Ranger. "You didn't even know them!" "So. It's not like I haven't done that before." "Why would you do something like that with guys you just met?" "It's exciting," I said sliding closer to him. "Didn't you think it was exciting?" I asked putting my hand on his leg just below his crotch. "Roxanne, that's not the point. You can't just walk around screwing any guy who looks at you!" "Why not?" I replied squeezing his obvious erection. "Pull over and I'll show you how easy it is to screw any guy who looks at me," I said batting my eyelashes. He nearly drove off the road as I rubbed his cock through his pants, squeezing the tip a few times. "You'd better pull over before you wreck," I said smiling. The slower the truck went, the faster I shed my clothes and was naked by the time he stopped on a deserted road. The engine was hardly off when I was all over him, crushing his lips with mine, shoving my tongue as far into his mouth as humanly possible while struggling to unbutton his shirt. "I can't believe I'm doing this," he said helping to undo them. "Believe it," I said laying back. "After we fuck, I want you to take a few pictures of your cum dripping out of my pussy, okay?" I asked rubbing the juices seeping from my slit. He moaned, pulling his pants below his thighs and moved between my spread legs. ~~~ The buzzing alarm startled me as my thoughts quickly returned to where I was. I sighed. My college years were such an incredible turn on and I was sorry to see them end. Hitting the "snooze" button, I rolled over, feeling the cold dampness under my skin. I'm going to have to flip it over again when I get home. Crawling from bed, I made my way to the bathroom, feeling the stickiness running down my inner thighs. I looked like hell. It had been a very hard night, actually a hard afternoon and night as the constant flow of boys and men made their way through my doors and into my bedroom. The night before all but one of them was gone by two am and the last guy spent the night, fucking me once more before I left for work. Taking a quick shower, I walked to the kitchen wearing only a towel on my head to dry my hair, made a pot of coffee and warmed a bagel. I needed to get to work a little early to get my lessons planned out. Slipping on my black lacy bra, I reached for the special black thong panties with a sigh. Opening my closet I picked out a light, flowery dress which reached my knees. Being an eighth grade English teacher I'll need to dress conservatively. ~~~ I had a normal childhood, growing up with an older brother and the typical two income parents. Nothing unusual happened for the first few years of my life. Then our parents decided to celebrate their fifteenth anniversary by taking a three week cruise and wanted to ship my brother and me to my aunt and uncle's house for five weeks. They lived half way across the country and a world away so we never visit them. It had been years since we saw them last and I couldn't even remember what they looked like. I do remember they had five kids, two girls and three boys and lived on a farm in Arkansas. Being a big city girl, I wasn't thrilled about going out to the sticks, but it would only be for a few weeks. It was the summer I turned ten and Donny, my thirteen-year-old brother, was as equally excited to be away from his friends. He was going into the eighth grade and finally made the varsity team and would be missing a few weeks of practice. He begged our parents to let him stay, but of course, they shipped us both over to the boondocks in the Ozarks. One thing I don't understand is why Southerners like to call their children by their first and middle names, creating one long first name. My oldest cousin, Billie Jean, was seventeen; married to a thirty-six-year-old man named Gus and already had one baby with another one on the way. They stopped by the farm a few times to visit and I could never see what she saw in him. He wasn't good looking and was dirt dumb. The three boys, Buddy, sixteen-years-old, Billy Joe, fifteen, and Jimbo, the same age as Donny, were a rowdy bunch and liked to play hard and get dirty. Mary Ann, their twelve-year-old sister was an odd girl, but I couldn't put my finger on what it was at the time. Having never been on a farm was a real culture shock as I was now required to do farm chores like everyone else. Donny flat out refused and began giving our Uncle Bobby Ray a hard time and often took off through the fields to the pond about a mile away. I was surprised by this as Uncle Bobby Ray was a big, scary looking man. The best comparison I can give is think Grizzly Adams on a very bad day. Our Aunt Jean was a mousy woman, much like our mother, and seemed to cower whenever our uncle spoke. He defiantly ruled the roost in their household. The first day was more like getting accustomed to my new environment and work schedule than being on vacation. The second night, after dinner, Mary Ann and I were told by `King' Uncle Bobby Ray to go take a bath. She grabbed my hand and literally dragged me toward the bathroom. At this time I was still shy about my nudity and felt uncomfortable getting undressed in front of my older cousin, even if we were both girls. She was developing and had golf ball-sized breasts and wisps of dark brown hair around her privates. I didn't want to stare, but I'd never seen another naked girl before. Standing there fully dressed, she told me several times to take my clothes off. It took her coming over and unbuttoning my pants before I followed her lead. Standing before her naked, I felt very self-conscious as I was still as flat as a board and very scrawny compared to her larger build. Taking my hand, she pulled me to the tub as we stepped inside. "Let me wash your back," she said grabbing the soap and a wash cloth. Still feeling awkward, I slowly turned away from her and jumped with a start as the rough cloth came into contact with my skin. Seconds later, I was soaped up and was told to turn around, which I did and soon had my chest and stomach covered with soapy bubbles. Without hesitation, she leaned forward, pressing her lips to mine. I was in shock and just sat there as she slowly backed away smiling. I had never kissed anyone before, well, except my parents before going to bed, and it felt weird. Stunned, I was unable to move and she must have taken my reaction as acceptance as she moved in for a second kiss. This time she didn't back away and threw her arms around my neck, holding my head tightly as her tongue wiggled through my lips. That's when I started struggling, trying to push her away as she literally slobbered into my mouth, twisting and turning her lips, squirming her tongue around my mouth in some mock romantic gesture. I don't remember how long our embrace lasted, but it seemed to be a very long time. After I relaxed a little, I felt her hand on my nipple as she tweaked and pinched my small, pink gland. I felt overwhelmed, unsure what to do or how to stop what she was doing. Her fingers drifted lower, tickling my stomach as they made a straight line south. When they touched my sex, I jumped, attempting to push my larger cousin away as her fingers dug at my tender skin. She touched something that made me tingle inside as I slowly stopped my resistance. While still kissing me, her fingers played with my slit, rubbing in a way that I had never experienced before. I remember it felt like a tickle, but not in a funny way. I tensed as a sharp pain raced through my lower body. I didn't know what she had done, but it felt as if she had put a knife through my small hole. Thinking I was cut, I pulled away from her and noticed the redness in the water between my legs. "MARY ANN! What did you do?!" I called out still thinking she had cut me but didn't see a knife. "It's okay, you're a woman now," she whispered with a smile. I had no idea what she was talking about and stood to get out. "You can't leave!" she said pushing me against the wall. Still sitting in the water, her eyes level with my navel she smiled up at me. Without any warning, she lunged forward, shoving her face between my legs. I yelped as her tongue came into contact with the most sensitive spot on my body. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" I cried out trying to move away. She was twice my size and much stronger so I didn't have a chance of getting away. After a few minutes I stopped struggling. I'm not sure if it was because I realized that it was futile to fight her, or if it was starting to feel good. Either way, I stood with my legs slightly parted in the tub while she feasted between my legs like a baby pig sucking its mother. "I'm telling!" I jumped hearing someone from the door calling out. Fighting to get away from her, I felt deathly embarrassed as my three cousins rushed into the bathroom staring at me as if I was a T-bone steak. "I'm telling," Buddy repeated keeping his eyes south of my stomach. "We wasn't doin' nuttin'," Mary Ann piped acting just as casual as if she had been caught taking a cookie rather than having sex with a younger cousin. "To hell you wasn't," he told her as I quickly slipped back into the tub once she released her death grip. "We saw everything and you're both gunna be in a lotta trouble. Just wait `til Dad finds out `bout this. You're both gunna get a whoppin'". "Please don't tell!" Mary Ann pled, getting out of the tub dripping wet. "We'll do whatever you want if you don't tell, won't we?" she asked turning to me. "Right?" I had no idea what she was talking about or what "whatever you want" truly meant. All I knew is that I had just been caught doing something very bad and if I didn't want to get into trouble, I had to go along with whatever she was suggesting. After all, she was in just as much trouble as I was and if she was willing to do something to keep my uncle from finding out, then so was I. I had absolutely no idea what was expected of me and up until that time, had only seen my brother naked a few times but it had been a few years. I didn't know what sex was or how much it would hurt the first time, but I soon found out. At the time I was naive and innocent so I didn't realize that I had been set up. Years later Mary Ann confessed to me that it had been planned out. Everyone had been in on it and like a lamb led to slaughter, I walked right into it. She dropped to her knees and fished out her oldest brother's cock from his shorts and began sucking on it, making smacking noises as if eating taffy. He was fully hard and it looked very large in her hands. I was still cowering in the tub, watching in disbelief as she repeatedly stabbed the spear into her mouth, grunting and moaning as she did. Pulling it from her mouth, I stared at the large, swollen phallus, bright red and wet from her exertions in amazement. "Your turn now," she said moving to Billy Joe. I was frozen in place, unable to move and scared to do what Mary Ann had just done. "Come on, whatcha you waitin' for?" he barked at me waving his cock up and down like a carrot to a mule. I stared at it for the longest time, swallowing hard to displace the saliva which had been pooling inside my mouth and listening to Mary Ann's juicy performance on her middle brother. "You'd better do it or I'll tell my Dad right now!" Buddy threatened. Not leaving the tub, slowly I moved closer, squatting on my knees and leaning over the cold porcelain tub as he stepped closer, brushing the bulbous head against the tip of my nose. Glancing one more time at Mary Ann, I cringed watching her stroking her mouth and both hands back and forth over his seemingly huge cock. Slapping my cheek several times with his cock, I turned toward Buddy as he aggressively pushed it hard against my mouth. Parting my lips slightly, he managed to jab most of it in, sending it straight to the back of my throat and making me gag. She made it look so easy but it really wasn't. I had no idea what to do and simply kept it inside my mouth as he moved back and forth, yelling at me to suck it. I did a few times but quickly returned to just keeping it inside my mouth. "Okay, let's change," Mary Ann called out moving to the youngest brother. Buddy yanked his cock from my mouth with a pop and Billy Joe moved in front of me. Gulping down the liquids collecting at the back of my mouth, I closed my eyes as he pushed his cock, still wet with his sister's saliva into my mouth. "Let's take this to your room," Buddy called out while Mary Ann was still sucking his cock. Jimbo was standing in front of me while my novice mouth bumbled its way back and forth over his cock. Buddy grabbed me from the tub like a sack of rice and tossed me over his shoulder, heading for the door. From behind him I could see Mary Ann getting off her knees and her two brothers in close pursuit. Opening the door, he peeked down the hall before making a dash across the hall into "our" room. I have always been tiny and was usually the smallest in my class. Growing up I had nicknames like "Lit'l Bit", "Shorty", "Little One" and "half pint". Even today I'm only five foot one and hardly tip the scale at 105 pounds soaking wet so back then I was feather-light. Unceremoniously I was dropped to her bed while Mary Ann went back onto her knees to suck Billy Joe while Jimbo stood next to them so she would jerk him off. It was obvious that she has done this before but I wasn't sure what to do. I shut my eyes as Buddy crawled between my legs and put something cold and wet onto my unprepared little slit. I'm surprised that I didn't bring the entire house into the bedroom as I shrieked loudly once the very hard organ ripped its way into my delicate flesh. Covering my mouth with his hand, he began moving back and forth on top of me, sending his engorged pole in and out of my stretched hole over and over again as the pain shot to my brain like a bolt of lightening. Never in my life had I felt anything so painful and just as I was about to go numb or pass out from the pain, he stiffened and groaned loudly. My pussy was one large nerve ending and I felt his cock twitching in rapid succession but didn't understand the significance of what was happening. He softened and eventually rolled over, pulling his pliable cock from my tender opening. Immediately my hands went to my crotch as the cool air rushed in, making it burn. Turning to my side, I whimpered from the sensation. Feeling a hand on my leg, I opened my eyes to see Billy Joe kneeling on the bed, his banana-shaped cock hovering over me like a weapon. I didn't fight him as he tugged at my leg, turning me once again onto my back. My hands never left my crotch as he spread my legs. I was stiff, scared of what was about to happen but unsure how to stop it. Prying my hands away, he moved closer and like a Viking plundering a bounty, he jabbed it into me on his first thrust. Once again I cried out and once again had my mouth covered with his large, dirty hand. Pumping and thrusting like a madman, he took from me whatever pleasure he wanted for several long minutes and then just like his brother, he welded it to me and it jerked uncontrollably inside of my sore hole. As he rolled off of me I noticed two problems. One, Jimbo was holding his hard-on waiting to mount me like a whore and Mary Ann was on her knees in front of Buddy sucking his revived cock. I sighed as the third cock in my life slid quickly inside of me, forcing out something that ran down the crack of my butt. Jimbo was smaller than his brothers, but as I would find out later, was still above average in size, even at thirteen. For what seemed like hours I was a merry-go-round ride as the three of them took turns fucking me and having Mary Ann suck them clean and rejuvenating their cocks. I was so sore that I could no longer feel the pain as they thrust hard into me. I could still feel the movements, pressure and the fullness of their cocks, but I was beyond hurting. I could hear my uncle's voice at a distance, as if he was calling from a canyon. Buddy was waiting for another turn and Jimbo was nearing another orgasm. I heard his deep voice again and watched as Buddy slipped on his jeans and went out into the hallway. Their voices were heard, but I couldn't understand what it was they were saying. Jimbo was resting atop me sweating when my oldest cousin suddenly appeared next to the bed. I must have blacked out because I don't remember him coming back into the room. "Let's go, leave `er alone," he announced reaching for shirt. Jimbo rolled over panting while Billy Joe climbed from the bed searching for his discarded clothes. "Come on, hurry up!" Lethargically he rolled over, smashing me as he passed to the other side squeezing out a squeak like a church mouse from me. The three dressed and quickly left the room, leaving me alone with Mary Ann. I was stiff and didn't have the strength to roll over as my older cousin sat next to me, pulling my hair, which was plastered to my forehead, away from my face. The one thing I remember most about that night was her smile. It beamed as if she was the happiest person in the world. "That was fun wasn't it?" she asked leaning closer to my ear. FUN!?! She's got to be kidding! I had just been raped by her three brothers for God knows how many times or for how long. Only at the time I didn't realize I had been raped and croaked out a weak response. "I'm glad you're here," she sat straight, roaming her eyes along my small body. "I wish we was sisters and not cousins," she added with a smile. I wasn't sure how to respond to that and just lie there quietly and shut my eyes. I was exhausted and so sore that I couldn't move and simply moaned as the throbbing between my legs seemed to intensify. My eyes flew open when I felt her lips once again on mine, kissing me as if we were lovers. My arms felt like spaghetti as I tried pushing the heavier girl away from me. In the process, my hand touched her breast, causing her to suddenly stop and pull away. "I knew you liked it," she muttered before putting her lips back over mine. Too weak to fight, I remained still allowing her to kiss me hoping that she'd get it out of her system and leave me alone. I just wanted to go to sleep. Her mouth quickly found its way to my neck and I squirmed as she kissed and sucked on it, leaving a dark purple bruise. My chest, nipples and navel were next but I didn't try to stop her. She was bigger than me and I just didn't have the energy. Shifting her body, she positioned herself on the bed and once again pushed her face between my legs. Still tender from the boys, I grunted as the pain returned. Even her tongue felt like sandpaper against my tender crotch. For the next few minutes, she lapped, sucked and licked my privates even making loud slurping sounds as she removed a lot of the juices which were somehow coming out of me. I had no idea what it was or how it got there but she seemed to enjoy removing it from my aching little hole. The room remained still and quiet for the longest time, only her smacking was heard. Finally she pulled her face away; her mouth and lower chin completely covered with a slimy jell. Sliding her body once again over mine, her lips found mine as she very passionately began kissing me, forcing her tongue past my lips. There was a fowl taste about her breath that made me wrench, struggling to free my face of hers. Holding my head with both hands, she continued her perceived love making and assault on my mouth with hers until I couldn't hold my breath any longer. Dazed, I stared up at the wild look on her face and got the same feeling I had when the boys took turns raping me. With a devilish grin, she slid her ass along my belly stopping just short of my face. "It's your turn now," she said rising up just a little as she moved her pussy closer to my mouth. "WHAT!?!?" I screamed out as it brushed against my chin. "Mary Ann, I'm not going to..." my sentence was disrupted as her sparsely covered vagina pressed against my lips. Struggling, my hands flayed about, my body arched and my heels slammed into the mattress countless times, but I couldn't get her off of me. Grabbing my wirily arms, she pinned them to the pillow and continued rubbing her pussy all over my face as I desperately turned my head from side to side. Her pussy was long and fleshy with labia resembling chewed Bazooka gum which felt rubbery against my lips. My eyes and mouth were tightly closed but that didn't seem to dissuade her from relentlessly assaulting me. Unable to breathe, I struggled harder, pushing my head upward, gasping for air. She wouldn't let up. "WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!" the booming voice echoed in the room and Mary Ann leaped from me as if administered an electric shock. "Daddy!" she cried out, curling up into a ball against the wall. "We wasn't doin' nuttin'," she whispered, not daring to look at the hulking man. "Don't lie to me, whore!" he yelled. At the time I didn't know what `whore' meant, but I figured it must have been pretty bad because he was really mad. Towering over me, his eyes roamed my nakedness as he unconsciously licked his lips. "What did you do to my daughter?" he yelled. "Huh?" I was totally confused. What did *I* do to his daughter? She was the aggressor and did things to *me*! "Mary Ann, go," he said not looking at my cousin. Like a scolded puppy, she scurried out of the room, closing the door in her haste. "You think you can just come to my house like that and do shit to my daughter?" he yelled pulling off his belt. My eyes widened with fear. "Turn over!" he shouted. Petrified, I remained motionless until the first strike of the leather belt struck my right thigh. I screamed, turning away as he raised the belt above his head. "I didn't do anything!" I shouted, bracing myself for the inevitable. Holding my breath, the wait was intense from the anticipation that never came. "What would your mother say if I told her what I caught you doing to Mary Ann?" he asked still towering above me with the belt tightly clenched in his hand. "I didn't do anything," I repeated, covering my face and curling into a ball expecting the worse. "Don't lie to me, slut. I saw exactly what you was doin'. You had your mouth all over her!" he said huffing. That was another term I didn't understand, but it too must be something bad. "Your mother will beat your ass worser than Ima `bout to do, won't she?" Two things said had me deeply concerned. The part about my mother beating me and the other part about it being worse than what he was going to do. "Uncle Bobby Ray, please, I didn't do anything, it was her, I didn't do it, I promise!" I wasn't ready for the hard slap from the thick belt across my hip and yelled out in pain as soon as the stinging started. "I said don't lie to me, whore! We both know what it is you was doin' and you need to be punished for it!" "Please Uncle Bobby Ray, don't hit me any more. It wasn't me, I swear!" "You want me to stop whoppin' you?" "YES!" I screamed sniveling. "There's only one thing you can do to save yourself, girly," he replied. I heard the heavy belt buckle fall to the floor and breathed as sigh of relief. He wouldn't be spanking me any more. Still facing the wall, my eyes widened as I heard the zipper on his pants. Oh God, not again. ~~~ "Good morning Miss Wallace," the pimple-faced teen said leaning onto my desk with a huge smile. "I think it's my turn for the remote," he spat, exhaling deeply as if out of breath. I reached into the bottom drawer of my desk and handed him the slim, cell phone-sized device. "Thanks," he said grabbing it from my hand as if getting an early Christmas present. Immediately I jumped as the strong vibration sent chills down my spine. It's been over two months since I was ordered to buy a pair of vibrating panties and the boys take turns holding the remote. Everyday, six classes a day I'm tormented, forced over and over again to have orgasms by the demented little shits as I'm often brought to my knees from the intense vibrations. Nearly every class I'll leave the students with busy work while I seek out relief from their teasing by going to one of my fellow teachers. Mr. Nichols, the biology teacher is off second period, Mr. Simpson, the science teacher is off during the third, and Reginald, the janitor, is available during my lunch break. I'm off fourth period, but I'm required to meet with the holder of the remote from each class during this time at my car in the teacher`s parking lot. Usually there's only the six but it's not unusual for a few stragglers to hang around for pussy if there's time. I can't be late for my fifth period class so if the first six are done early enough, the others can fuck me, if not, they'll have to wait until after school. I'm usually satisfied sexually by this time, but once the heathen in my fifth period gets the remote, I'm usually juicing up halfway through the lesson and have to excuse myself to find Mr. Curry, the math teacher, who is usually in the teacher's lounge and my last itch is often scratched by Coach Zimbauer in his locker room office. The boys love it that I'm constantly kept in a state of sexual arousal and use itto their full advantage. It is very difficult to be an effective teacher with such a sever handicap, but I don't have a choice. Maybe I did in the beginning, but not any more. I can't risk the chance of anyone finding out what I do, especially since most of my lovers are underage. Pulling into the teacher's parking lot, I took a deep breath to steel myself. It's Friday and like every weekend, I'm hosting a party at my house for anyone who wants to drop by. The party won't end until it's time for work on Monday morning. ~~~ We weren't married long before Jerry informed me that he enjoyed watching me having sex with other men. Even before that I had him pussy whipped, making him do whatever I wanted him to do and never gave up my screwing around. I tried to hide it from him at first, but eventually he found out. That's when he gave me the green light to fuck and I went hog wild. I was substituting and not yet a full teacher at this time so it gave me plenty of time to be on the hunt. Jerry had been studying to become a nurse and worked different hours as an intern, mostly the 3 to 11 shift, often working later than normal. We were saving to buy a house and I encouraged him to work as many shifts as he could. That gave me ample time to screw as many guys as I could before he got home. It didn't matter to me who they were, I still fucked them. His friends, co-workers, a few of his family members, neighbors, my co-workers, strangers on the street, guys in bars, in stores, and even on-line. I didn't care. Often I took one of Jerry's cameras with me and took a picture of us fucking and then asked the guy to take one of me with his cum dripping from my pussy once he finished. It was such a turn on. Once Jerry found out, I thought it was the end, but he was really turned on by it. Soon we were role playing and then we started having real time encounters where I'd pick a stranger up someplace, usually a bar, and go outside in the backseat or to a motel and let him fuck me. Jerry was near by watching what he could see and I'd filled him in on the rest later. We had the perfect marriage, or so I thought. ~~~ It felt as if my uncle was ripping my insides out and repositioning all of my inner organs as he slowly moved his cock in and out of my stretched hole. Thankfully he had enough sense to know not to just ram it into me like a seasoned whore. I still had no idea that I had been a victim of deception and was too scared and immature to know how to get out of it. My three cousins were big, the oldest one being well above average, but Uncle Bobby Ray was huge by comparison. I still don't know how he managed to get it inside of me. Perhaps I was numb from fear or still not feeling anything after what my cousins had done to me. Whatever the reason, he managed to get about half of it into my small hole. After he came, he slid out of bed and left the room without saying a word or looking back at me or Mary Ann. I remember crying, but I don't think it was from pain because I don't remember it hurts very much that night. I do remember being afraid of my parents finding out so that may have been the reason. Just after he left, Mary Ann got into the bed with me and hugged me, pulling me tight against her body. She whispered two words I`ll never forget, "I'm sorry," and nothing else for the rest of the night. She did stay with me, in bed, until the morning, holding me like a lover until it was time to feed the animals. That's when I discovered exactly how painful my "privates" were. I could hardly walk and my legs felt stiff and unyielding. Mary Ann offered to feed the horses and cows and collect the eggs from the chickens to give me more time to rest but there wouldn't be any rest for me. Not until after we left Arkansas almost five weeks later. Everyday, multiple times a day they would take me into the barn or behind the shed or to the bedroom or where ever they wanted and make me into a mini-sperm receptacle. Mary Ann, I later found out, had been given the task of keeping Donny busy so the others could make use of me. The boys kept the threat of telling my aunt and uncle what they saw me doing with Mary Ann and my uncle used the threat of telling my mom and dad. Grudgingly I complied with their demands every time hoping to buy their silence. I didn't understand that I had been set up and they would have been in a lot more trouble than me if anyone found out. About a week after they first started using me, Gus and Billie Jean stopped by for dinner. I felt good about that as it would give me a reprieve from their relentless demands on my body. I was wrong. The boys were playing outside, Mary Ann and Billie Jean were cleaning the kitchen, Gus and Uncle Bobby Ray were drinking beer watching some sports game and I was trying to keep a low profile. Out of sight, out of mind was my philosophy. I was in the bedroom with the door shut when my uncle pushed it open and stood filling the frame. Holding a bottle of beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other, he stood there staring at me with his lustful eyes. I knew what he wanted as was prepared to once again accept him as my lover. "Come `ere," he ordered blowing a huge cloud of smoke into the room. I was too scared to move yet too afraid not to. I followed him down stairs, through the house and out to the barn. I couldn't understand why he just didn't fuck my in the bed-room like usual, but there's been a few times where he took me out to the barn. This was one of those times. Passing through the wide doors, I stopped when I noticed Gus was sitting on a rail separating the walkway from the hay. He smiled a toothy grin when he saw me and slipped off of the wooden plank as we entered. "Uncle Bobby Ray, what's going on?" I asked very confused about why he was there. I didn't want him to know what was going on, not realizing that he'd had already been let in on it. "Show him your pussy," he instructed, closing the heavy doors. "WHAT!?! Uncle Bobby Ray, I can't do that!" I insisted, watching as my "cousin-in-law" started unbuckling his overalls. I heard the clanking of my uncle's metal buckle but didn't turn to see what he was doing. That's when I felt the hard impact of his belt against my ass, propelling me forward with a yelp. "You want more?" he asked rearing his hand back. "NO! Please, not more!" I shouted. "Then do what I told you!" Slowly I pulled down my pants and panties, thrusting my hips forward to show him the swollen and bruised slit that every male in the house seemed to enjoy. Gus stepped closer, his now exposed cock jutting out before him as he walked. It was about the same size as Buddy's cock but much uglier. It looked like someone had put the head through a meat grinder and there was a large boil-looking thing on the side about two inches from the head. I wrinkled my nose at the smell. "Suck it," the booming voice from behind me ordered. I knew I'd have no choice but to obey. Leaning forward, I took it into my mouth, feeling the large knot between my cheek and teeth like chewing tobacco. Large hands from behind me began tugging at my shorts, pulling them to the floor and I stepped out of them. Next my shirt was pulled up, momentarily pulling the gnarly cock from my mouth. After a few minutes of pussy and ass play, I was carried to a stack of baled hay and dropped to the stiff, prickly bed. "You fuck `er first, she can suck me `til you're done then I'll take a turn," my uncle instructed as if directing traffic rather than the rape of his 10-year-old niece. Gus wasted no time mounting me, pushing his deformed cock to my very depths. I remember grunting as it hit my cervix but kept quiet as he fucked in and out of me. After a few minutes, the marble-sized knot began rubbing me raw, but I was too distracted by my uncle's insistence in having me learn to deep throat. I was too small, too young and he was too big to fit more than a few inches beyond my lips. That fact didn't seem to bother him as he continued pursuing his goal to either choke me to death with his huge weapon, or I'd learn to swallow it without having to breathe. I think the one major factor in saving me from being fucked to death is the fact that when a man fucks a young, tight pussy, he doesn't last very long. Three to five minutes seemed to be the time it took for just about anyone who fucked me back then. True to his word, after Gus finally filled my gut with his slime, Uncle Bobby Ray was ready to go, ordering me to clean the ugly cock with my mouth. Watching must have turned my uncle on quite a bit as he didn't last much longer than Gus did before he was adding more fluids into my sore hole. I still didn't understand where all this white stuff came from only that it seemed to appear immediately after they pulled their "thingies" out of me. After I sucked Uncle Bobby Ray's cock clean, I sat up but was pushed back down again. "We ain't done with you yet," he told me reaching for the jar of gel we use to brush the horses. "Turn over, it's time you learn to take it in your ass," he said stepping aside and looking at Gus. "Open `er up." Having a cock in your ass for the first time is much more painful than one might think, especially for an undersized ten-year-old. I remember screaming out, wiggling around like a snake on a hot road, scurrying forward trying to move away. He held me tightly, jabbing his cock over and over into my guts, packing whatever was in there very deep into my bowels. I felt bitter-sweet relief when he began moaning and grunting, the usual sounds the boys made before they stopped having sex with me. It burned and I was so sore that I didn't feel when his cock jerked and throbbed or when it spewed out the white slime that my body was growing accustomed to receiving. As he pulled away, I fell forward onto the stiff straw, scratching my legs. Large hands on my hips told me it wasn't over with yet as Uncle Bobby Ray lifted my painful body back onto my knees. Gritting my teeth, I steeled myself as I felt his bloated cock head brushing against my very painful shit hole. With my eyes screwed tightly shut, he began pushing, splitting my butt cheeks like carving a melon. Again I cried out, not really expecting anyone to come to my aid, but that's the only thing that I could do to convey the immense pain shooting through my body. I didn't realize that my butt was so deep and could stretch as wide as mine did but after several minutes of trying to force his giant club deep into my intestines, he succeeded as I felt his thick, wiry public hair smashing against my soft cheeks. Words can't describe having something that size in a fresh little hole the size my butt hole was back then. It felt as if he was splitting me in two, separating the two globes of my body and I knew that I was bleeding. The bales of hay supporting me began rocking as his thrusts became harder and deeper, nearly pushing me off the top several times. After what seemed like hours, he grunted, stiffened and jabbed once last time deep into my gut. That time I could feel the pulsing of his cock as his slime poured into my colon, giving me a chill. Slowly he moved away, dragging his deflating cock from my body until it popped free, releasing a torrent of burgundy fluids from my torn hole. I fell forward, gasping for air and holding my stomach as the ache intensified, shooting through my spine like a jolt of electricity. I waited to see if they were finished or if they would further my torment. Hearing movement behind me, I peeked over my shoulder to see them dressing. I sighed a gasp of relief. "Stay put," he said zipping up his pants. I was confused as they seemed like they had finished with me. I watched the two of them leave, joking and laughing about something as they slammed the barn door closed. Less than a minute later, my three cousins came running into the barn hooting and hollering. ~~~ The bell ringing brought me back as the sea of young faces stared to the front of the class, all eyes on me. Reaching for the roll sheet, I jumped as my panties began buzzing. Opening the book I tried to ignore the steadily increasing vibrations until my legs became weak. Before I reached the middle of the book, my head dropped backward and I stared up at the ceiling as the muscles in my pussy began constricting and contracting, brought on by my first of many orgasms. I could hear snickering throughout the room and silently prayed that something would happen to that damn remote. "Are you okay Mrs. Wallace?" one of the girls in the front of the class asked as I slowly returned to Earth. "Yes, Melissa thanks for asking," I replied reaching into my top drawer to get a tissue to wipe my forehead. "Now, where was I?" I mumbled aloud to no one but got an answer from the back of the class. "Josh Miller, Mrs. W.," he said grinning. "That's who you called last." "Thank you, Wesley," I said scanning down the list of names. "Tina Monroe," I called out, my voice still cracking as I spoke. A soft "here" came from my right and I moved to the next name. Martin kept the remote on high throughout the class and I was getting sore from the strong vibrations. There's only so much pulsating a pussy can stand before it starts to rebel. Two mini-orgasms and one powerful one later the bell was ringing much to my relief and I collapsed in my seat watching the kids filing out. Most of the boys gave me a knowing smile as they passed my desk. "Here you go, Mrs. W.," Wesley said dropping the remote on my desk. He was the last student out and I simply stared at it with annoyance for being the object responsible for my suffering. He stopped briefly at the door to talk to Craig and they both turned to look at me laughing. Hitting hands together, they parted ways with Craig heading straight for me. "Hi, Mrs. W," he said grinning like the Cheshire cat. "Hello, Craig," I mumbled. "It's my turn today," he said, his smile never wavering. "Yes, I know," I replied extending my hand holding the device. He wasn't even to his seat when I felt the first jolt of vibrations. I couldn't stand it and hardly got through roll call when my knees were getting weak. As soon as the last name was called, I stood, holding on to the desk for support. "Everyone, turn to page 71 in your book and read the poem The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost," I murmured, my voice too shaky to be heard throughout the room. It was second period and Mr. Nichols should be in the lab. Rushing through the halls, I reached his class just as he was about to leave. "Hi, Charles," I panted, still out of breath. "Well, hello, Roxanne," he replied smiling. "What is it you want?" he asked with a stupid grin on his face. "You know damn well what I want!" I screamed, hearing my voice echoing down the deserted corridor. "Let's go!" I added pushing against the door. Reaching for his key, he unlocked the door as we both fell inside, holding and kissing. ~~~ With us spending so much time apart, Jerry and I were drifting further away. I also discovered that he really wasn't the man I needed in my life. I wanted men who were aggressive and dominating, someone to take charge and make me do things they knew deep down I wanted to do. Jerry wasn't that man. He was a wimp and too much a mommy's boy to truly satisfy me. Not long after we were married, I told him I didn't want to fuck him anymore. He was too boring, too vanilla and not forceful enough. He promised to change, but you can't change the strips on a tiger. After about three weeks of not sex, he was getting cranky and getting more possessive, often criticizing me when I got home from a date. This usually resulted in a argument and I was getting very tired of the shit he was giving me. I suggest that he get a girlfriend and to leave me alone. Of course this wasn't acceptable and he *demanded* that I stop sleeping around. I laughed in his face. "That's not going to happen!" I screamed at him before slamming the bedroom door. He'll be sleeping on the couch again. The next day he started following me around, interfering with the guys I was talking to and making it difficult for me to go any place to meet men. REAL men, not a wimp like he was. Several times he was able to spoil my fun as the men chose to leave rather than deal with him. The final straw came when I met Bryan. This guy was everything I wanted in a man and met him in the produce department at the local supermarket. He was big all over, standing at least six-foot-six and was around two hundred and sixty pounds. He had strong features and a scruffy beard and his clothes were sloppy and unkempt. He reminded me so much of my uncle that my heart actually skipped a beat. I smiled. He smiled. We began talking. It wasn't long before he was following behind me, heading for our apartment. The moment we were inside, we were all over each other, kiss and fondling various bodily parts. Locked in a passionate embrace, he lifted me, supporting my ass in his large hands as he carried me toward the kitchen, setting me on the counter. He wasn't overly muscular, just big and bulky with the scent of man. His hands went to my breasts and mine went to his crotch. I figured he would have a huge cock, but was shocked when I felt the fat potato stretching out the front of his jeans. It was vertical and I traced the swelling along the zipper, past the button and under his shirt. Pulling the bottom up, I gasped feeling the plumb-sized head reaching his navel. HOLLY SHIT THIS GUY'S FUCKING HUGE! I sighed feeling his tongue enter my mouth. Holding the monster, my fingers couldn't wrap around his girth and the span of my hand went from just below the crown to the top of his jeans with most of it still tucked inside of his pants. Without a doubt, this guy had the biggest cock I'd ever seen and I wanted desperately to feel it stretching my insides. My shirt was unbuttoned, my bra pulled up above my breasts and he was slurping and sucking on my nipples. I still had a death grip on his tool, not wanting to let it slip away. The tip was getting wet from pre-cum and felt hot, thick and very hard. I was almost ready to cum without him even touching my pussy. I sighed, tilting my head back, lost in ecstasy. "What are you doing with my wife!?!" Jerry's whiny voice called out. Opening my eyes I saw him standing there like a peacock ready to fight a potential suitor. Bryan stood, still towering over me even though I was sitting on the kitchen counter. "Your wife?!?" he asked shocked. "I didn't know she was married!" he exclaimed stepping away from me as if he just found out I had leprosy. "I'm sorry, man, I didn't know..." "Bryan, wait, he's not my husband," I started to say reaching out to him. I really wanted this guy in the worse way. "Roxanne, we are married, stop lying." "Bryan," I started, ignoring Jerry altogether. "We're separated. He's not even supposed to be here, right Jerry?" I asked turning to look at him. "Look, maybe I should leave," my dream man said tucking his shirt back in. My eyes followed his movements and I stopped breathing for a few seconds when I saw his giant bulge still very visible. "NO! Don't let him run you off, Bryan, I need you, please don't go." "What ever problems you two are having, I don't want to be in the middle," he said walking away. Reaching the door, he turned to look at me. "When you get all this shit taken care of, call me," he added slipping outside. My blood was boiling as Jerry fucked up yet another date of mine but this time, it was the last straw! Slipping from the counter, I marched to him, reached up and slapped him as hard as I could. "YOU BASTARD!" I screamed feeling good about hitting him. "Get the hell out of my apartment and don't ever come back!" "Roxanne, calm down," he said grabbing my arms to hold me at arms length. "Let's talk about this." "Talking is finished, Jerry, I want you out of my life for good! I'm filing for a divorce first thing Monday!" I said storming away. He followed, trying to push the door open while I closed it. "Please, Honey, let's talk about this, okay?" "Fuck you," I screamed, kicking the door and smashing his fingers which still gripped the edge. He yelped and I slammed the door closed, locking it. He still followed me around like a lost puppy but didn't interfere with my dates. It was just uncomfortable with him always being in my face like that. I got a restraining order to keep him 100 yards away but he still pursued me, begging for another chance. Some of the guys were intimidated by his presence but most just ignored him once I told them he was my ex-husband. Eventually he got the hint that I didn't want him, but it took over a month. I had thrown out all of his things the night of our big breakup, but one thing I neglected to keep or destroy was the pictures, disks, negatives and movies we made while we were together. There were literally thousands of photos and a dozen or so X-rated movie he recorded of me, most were with other men. Six weeks into the new school year, I saw him hanging around the hallway just outside of my classroom. I called for security and watched from the door hoping to get a good show of them throwing him out on his ass. What I saw, instead, was him talking to a couple of my students before handing them a manila envelope. As the security guard approached, the two boys ran down the hall the opposite direction and Jerry casually began walking away. Troy, the guard, stopped him and said something to him. "Wait!" I called out rushing from my classroom. "What did you say to them and what did you give them?" He started laughing. "Damn it, Jerry, this isn't funny, what did you say to them?" "Let's just say you fuck with me and I'm fucking with you," he said jerking his arm away from Troy. "I'm leaving and don't worry, you won't be hearing from me ever again." "What in the hell does that mean?" I asked watching his back as he strolled down the hallway as if taking a leisurely walk in the park. "JERRY!" I called out once more as he turned the last corridor to leave. "You want me to find the boys?" Troy asked me. "No, that's okay. I know who they are and I'll talk to them tomorrow." ~~~ I went to Arkansas a withdrawn, innocent ten-year-old girl, but what came home wasn't anything close to that. Weeks of constant sexual use began taking it's toll and even though at the time I didn't realize it, I missed it once I came home. I missed the sex, missed the feeling of being helpless and used as a sex object, missed the feeling of a hard cock stuffed into my body, filling me with globs of cum over and over again. In addition to my uncle, three cousins and Gus, there were the two boys who lived on the next farm over that I fucked in Arkansas. We started ridding the horses out to the pond to swim and met up with the two older boys, who my cousins graciously offer me to. We only went there a few times, maybe a half a dozen times in the final few weeks we were there, but it was enough to add to my sexual experiences and expectations. I was growing to accept that I was nothing but a container for the lust of the men and boys around me but when I got home, it all stopped. Donny was the first guy I attempted to conquer and started coming on to him like a crack whore working for a fix. Time after time he rebuked me and began locking his door to keep me away. That didn't stop me from going after his friends and soon they were coming over more to see me than him. I tried several times to get my father's affections, but he too refused to do anything to his very obvious willing young daughter. I was able to get some satisfaction from a few of the boys that lived on my street. By Christmas of that year, my number of sex partners was nearly triple that of Arkansas, with a lot of repeats. It would be another sixteen months before puberty set in and as I grew tits, the number of guys noticing me also grew and I was loving the attention. I knew they were using me but in a way, I was using them too, filling a void which had been created by my uncle. The summer I turned twelve two very profound things occurred which greatly changed the way I viewed sex. One was that I experienced my first orgasm and it actually scared me it was so strong. Never before had I felt anything so ground shaking and I almost bucked the guy on top of me completely off. I felt butterflies in my stomach for almost an hour after it happened and I couldn't wait to experience it again. The second thing was that my father caught me having sex in the back of his car which was parked in the garage. I was butt naked, the older boy was shirtless with his pants pulled below his butt while he thrust back and forth into me. My legs were wide, my knees bent and I was holding his hips while the fucked into me. A shadow passing over me caught my attention and I looked up to see my father's stunned expression. It looked like he had seen a ghost. After the initial shock wore off, the door flew open as he grabbed the boy on top of me by the seat of his pants. "GET OFF OF HER!" he screamed, yanking him out. The boy, and I still don't remember who it was, scrambled from the garage, pulling up his pants as he ran to join his friends waiting across the street. "ROXANNE LYNNE WALLACE!" he yelled. I knew that I was really in deep shit because he never used my middle name unless I had really screwed up. "What in the hell do you think you're doing?" I didn't respond, but I thought it was pretty obvious what I was doing. I didn't even attempt to cover up or even close my legs and I smiled when his eyes went to my pussy. "You let him co..., uh, you didn't use a condom?! Roxanne, you can't do that! Don't you know how dangerous that is? Do you realize what you've done?" For the next half an hour he scolded me on what I was doing and how wrong it was and about pregnancy and diseases and my reputation and anything else he screamed about. I ignored most of it and just kept waiting for the one thing that I truly wanted. Him to fuck me too, but he never did. He did take me to our family doctor the next day to check me out and to put me on the pill. If I was going to screw around, he didn't want me getting knocked up. Doctor Franklin has been their doctor since before Donny was born and my dad felt comfortable with talking to him about me. I had never had a gynecological examine before, although I have had a lot of guys look at my pussy, but I don't suppose that counts, so I wasn't sure what to expect. Doctor Franklin had nothing good to say and while I was on the table, my feet in stirrups, he discussed with my father my issues concerning my pussy. "She has extensive scaring along the vaginal walls, some are very old," he said, adjusting his head light. Of course, she isn't a virgin, but you already knew that," he added looking at my father. "The good news is that she's not pregnant," he said returning to my hole. "The bad news is with the extent of the scars, I don't believe she'll ever be able to have children. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not." "It defiantly is *NOT* a good thing, doc. She'll never know the joys of motherhood." "The baby carriage may be broken, but the play pen is fully functional, eh, Thom," he said winking at my father. "WHAT? What did you say?" my father nearly choked on his question. "Come on, Thom, we both know she didn't get this way over night. She's been having sex for a very long time and I'm pretty sure I know who taught her." "Doctor Franklin, I know what you're implying, but I promise you I've never touched my daughter that way." "Tell it to the judge, Thom." "What? What do you mean?" "I have to report any signs of abuse to the authorities." "WHAT? I *NEVER* ABUSED MY DAUGHTER!" "It doesn't matter. There will still be an investigation. You'll probably be arrested, at least until they're finished examining her, but I can tell you, this looks really bad for you." "What do you mean?" "There's signs of her being sodomized, extensive sexual abuse and her tonsils will probably need to be removed because of the scaring. I think that's from too much oral sex, don't you? If I didn't know better, I'd say she's been abused for several years and from the extent of the damage, there's only one person in your household who could be responsible. Now either I can call someone from Child Protective Services to interview her, or I could do it here, your choice." "Doc Franklin, I promise you, I never hurt Roxanne!" "I'll have to find that out for myself. If I'm satisfied with her answers, I'll consider the case closed, but if not..." "Go ahead, ask her, she'll tell you!" "I'll need to interview her alone, Thom. She may not be truthful with you in the room." "But, I..." "It's either she talks to me, or CPS, your choice, but I can guarantee it won't be a pleasant experience with them." "How long will it take?" "Not long. I'm sure I'll get the desired results pretty fast. It will just depend on her, uh, cooperation," he said looking over my stomach at me with a grin. "Roxanne, Honey, I'll be in the next room. Doctor Franklin will ask you some questions and I want you to be truthful with him, okay?" I nodded watching my father leaving and the good doctor following him to lock the door. "Roxanne, you don't want to see your father go to jail, do you?" he asked standing at the foot of the table staring down at me. I shook my head, not sure what he wanted me to say. "I didn't think so. There's only one way to keep him from going there. I need to examine you further with my special tool," he said pulling up his white lab coat. "Tell no one about this and your daddy will stay out of jail, understand?" Slowly I nodded feeling the bulbous tip of his cock pushing against my pussy. ~~~ I heart was in my throat and my hands were shaking as I stared at the photos the boys had given me. There were dozens of them, all glossy eight by tens and most were very high resolution. Two or three pictures per sheet of me doing every imaginable sex act with scores of men, some dating back to my college years. "Jerry," I softly whispered. That bastard had given the boys, *MY* boys, multiple images of me not just naked, but fucking as well. "He gave us more," Samuel informed me. "But we didn't bring them," "That's `cause you wanna jack off to them, butt wipe," Carlos said laughing. "I don't do that!" Samuel exclaimed "defending" himself from the accusation. "Yea you do, everybody does it," Richie added. "Mrs. Wallace, is it true you can get fired if we showed these to Mr. McKinley?" "I already told you that, stupid, she will get fired," Carlos replied. He seemed to be the ring leader and was older that the others after being held back a year. "Isn't that right, Mrs. Wallace?" he asked smirking. "What do you boys want?" I asked thinking I could pay them off. "You know what we want," Carlos said grabbing my left breast. "CARLOS! What are you doing?" I asked backing away. "That man said you'll have to do everything we say or we'll give these pictures to Mr. McKinley." My knees were feeling weak and I held onto the wall for support. "And you'll lose your job." I felt Richie's hand on my arm as he seemed too shy to grab me like Carlos had but still wanted to touch me someplace. I looked at Samuel. He was red-faced and sweating like a marathon runner, his eyes like saucers as he stared at my cleavage. I felt sick. I should have reported this immediately. I should have gone to the principle myself and explained everything to him, but I didn't. I should have called the police and reported that my ex-husband was handing out pornographic pictures to thirteen and fourteen-year-old boys, but I didn't. I should have grabbed the photos and burned them in my fire place at home, but I didn't. What I did was caved in, allowing the boys to start an ongoing blackmail scheme which would rock my world to its very foundation. I agreed to meet with the three of them after school at my car. I usually got there earlier than most teachers and parked closest to the building. This would make it difficult to do anything in the parking lot, so I suggested we go to my house for privacy. Turning the corner, the little group had grown to four and all were staring at me with lustful desire as I entered the gated lot. I hadn't reached my car yet when Carlos began walking toward me. He was bigger than the rest and looked as if he started puberty about three years earlier. He shocked me with his boldness as he put his arm around my neck and gave me a big, wet kiss. He didn't have a lot of experience kissing, I later found out, but made up for it with enthusiasm. "Carlos, we can't do that here," I whispered. "Someone might see us!" "Then let's get going to your house," he replied turning toward the car. I followed, reaching for my keys and pressing the unlock button. Carlos got into the front and Richie, Samuel and the other boy I'd seen around but didn't know his name, got into the back. Nervously I started the car and quickly felt a hand on my right leg. I did nothing to remove it and by the time we made the two mile trek, it was under the hem of my skirt and a finger was worming its way into the leg opening of my panties. Pulling into the garage, I closed the door and took a deep breath. "I'll do this only once," I told them. "After you're done, you'll give me the pictures, *ALL* of them and we'll never speak of this again, understand?" I demanded trying to sound firm with some semblance of authority. "Let's go," Carlos stated swinging his door open. Both back doors flew open and the trio in back got out. I sat there still not believing what was happening. Like a gentleman, Carols came to the driver's side, opened the door and extended his hand for me. Sliding out, I stood and looked up at the much taller teen. Even in three inch heels, he was almost a half a foot taller. Bending his neck, he pressed his lips to mine, pushing me against the side of my car, reaching for my breast. I moaned feeling his strong hands fondling my tingling breasts. This won't be so bad, I thought to myself. Have sex with the four of them and send them home. They're probably all four still virgins and will pop as soon as they're inside of me. "Let's go inside," I said breaking away from his embrace. Taking his hand, I pulled him toward the garage door which leads into the kitchen as the other three trailed behind. Once the door was closed I grabbed a bottle of red wine and offered the boys a drink. "It will help you relax," I said pouring five glasses. The unknown boy and Samuel gulped theirs in two gulps and Richie's was gone in a few more swallows, but Carols held out, drinking as casual as I was. They were more nervous that I was so I thought I'd put on a little show. I'll either scare them off or get them so turned on they'll squirt before I even touch them. Setting my glass down I began to slowly sway my hips as I walked to the stereo to put on some music. As the song started, I slowly twisted and turned, leisurely unbuttoning my dress, smiling as the boys eyes widened. This is going to be fun. Being as sexy as I could, I strip down to my bra and panties bending over to give them a good shot of my ass. The four bulges told me I was doing my job well. "What do you boys want me to do first?" I asked reaching around to unhook my bra. The expression on their faces were priceless as it dropped away, exposing my 32 A breasts. They weren't huge, but they were well formed. Next my Victoria's Secrets panties slowly slid down my legs until it reached my foot. One swift jerk and they flew over the kitchen counter. "Well? What do you want first?" I repeated. "A blow job," Carlos said unzipping his pants. Walking to him, I dropped to my knees and finished pulling it out for him. It was dark brown and about seven inches long. Just the right size to deep throat. I couldn't see his face but based on his vocal reactions, he was really enjoying it. Pulling it from my mouth with a pop, I turned to Richie. "Take yours out, I want to suck you next," I instructed with a wink. Looking at the other two boys, I smiled. "Everyone take out your cocks. I want to see all of your big, hard cocks!" As if racing, the boys fought to be the first undress and it was a very closer race. Within a minute, the three of were standing butt naked next to me, each covering their little hard-ons with their hands. One after another I sucked them, taking each of them to the very back of my throat. I did learn to do that but not from my uncle. It took years of practice and lots and lots of volunteers, which wasn't hard to find. Reaching for the two closest cocks, I lead them to the living room where I pushed Carlos onto the sofa, drew his legs onto the cushions and mounted him. He was the oldest, the biggest and probably the most experienced. Even so, he didn't last more than three minutes with my very intense. Lifting from him, I fell backwards to the other armrest and massaged his drooling seeds into my skin. "Richie, you're next," I said slipping a finger inside of my pussy. He stood as if frozen for a long time before Carlos got up and pushed him closer. "Come on, I won't bite," I said smiling. Crawling between my legs, he literally fell inside of me, not even reaching bottom. He was probably about normal for a thirteen-year-old, maybe six inches long and was a little on the thin side. Like a jack rabbit, he pumped fast with short thrusts until two minutes later, he was adding his sperm to Carlos'. "You're next," Carlos said pushing the boy I didn't know toward me. He took a few steps forward before stopping to stare at my inflamed, pussy. I smiled. God did this remind me so much of my cousins back in Arkansas. Reaching for his erection, I pulled on it, bringing him closer. "Come on, stud, fuck me," I said hoping to get him motivated. Thirty seconds later he was wedged between my spread legs, pumping away at me as he had seen the others do. Surprisingly he held out longer, lasting close to five minutes before grunting out and slowing down. Damn it, I was so close to cumming my self. "Let's go, Samuel," I said spreading my legs further. "Come fuck me big boy." The term was an exaggeration as he was hardly the size of Richie. He did fall on me, or perhaps it was a trip, and struggled a few times to find the hole. I smiled. As many cock that had been in there, it shouldn't be that hard to find it... Just then, it slipped inside and he began thrusting. Closing my eyes, I wrapped my arms and legs around him, fucking him back for all I was worth. He felt nice but I was too sloppy and loose to enjoy his much. After a few minutes, he welded his crotch to mine and I felt the little peter twitching as it further filled my hole. I held him to me, feeling his sweaty body panting, attempting to catch his breath and slow his racing heart. "Get up," Carlos said pulling his arm. "I'm not done yet," he argued back bringing his mouth to my nipple. "Yes you are, now go, I want to fuck `er again." I smiled at the thought of them fighting over me. "Let him fuck me again. In fact, all of you can fuck me again but this is the last time we're doing this!" "What do you mean?" "I mean I'm not doing this with any of you any more. I'm not going to let a few horny little fuckers blackmail me into becoming you sex slave. Now hurry up and fuck me because I've got papers to grade!" Carlos and Richie each fucked me one more time and then the four of them got up to leave. "HEY, wait!" I called out to them. "You promised to give me the photos, remember?" "No we didn't," Carlos said opening my front door. "You said you wanted them back, we never said we'd give them to you," he said as they walked out. Silently I cursed myself for not getting them before we fucked, but I'll take care of that little oversight next time. Next time? I smiled thinking that I just made their life by giving them a little pussy. I was sure they were virgins but if not, they didn't have much experience. I'll definitely expect a better performance from them the next go around. The slow, steady clapping startled me as I sat up, reaching for something to cover myself. It was Jerry near the kitchen with a big grin. "What in the hell are you doing here? Get the fuck out, NOW!" I screamed looking for something to throw at him. "Shut the fuck up, whore!" he yelled back taking a few steps closer. "We need to talk." "I don't have anything to say to you!" "Well then just listen. I'll do all the talking," he said pulling out a stool to sit. "That was some show you put on." "Yea, I'm glad you liked it, I said standing. "Just like old times, huh?" "Better," he replied showing me the video camera. "I've got everything recorded." "Why? So you'll have something to remember me by on those cold, lonely nights?" "No, it's for you. It's all about you. It's always about you. You should know that, Queen Roxanne." Exhaling deeply I reached for my cigarettes. "What do you want, Jerry?" I asked blowing a cloud of smoke his way. "I never knew you were such a slut. If I had known, I would have never married you." "Shut up, you know you liked it. You said so yourself." "Yea, that's when I was happily married to you. Now you've made my life a living hell!" "Oh poor pitiful Jerry. Wah, wah wah, poor little cry baby!" "We'll see whose crying later, slut." "Whatever, Jerry, I'm finished with you so you can leave on your own or I can call the cops to arrest you for trespassing and violating the restraining order." "Yes, do call the cops, Roxanne. I'm sure they'll be very happy to see this video. I started recording as soon as you walked in the kitchen with the four boys. *BOYS* Roxanne. As in *UNDERAGE BOYS*, as in your *STUDENTS* and as in you're totally *FUCKED*! You want to be the town cum dumpster, then so be it. But you're going to do it right, you hear me?" "What are you talking about, Jerry?" He let out a soft chuckle. "I'm going to enjoy watching you degrade yourself over and over again and every guy who looks at you gets to fuck you. You remember that don't you? That thing you told me years ago? Why can't you fuck every guy who looks at you? Well from now on, that's exactly what's going to happen or I'll make damn sure your ass is thrown in jail for years for statutory rape and sex with your students!" "That won't happen!" "It will, whore and you'll do exactly what I tell you or you'll pay dearly for this! I'm going to be watching you, Roxanne and I have a lot of friends who will be watching you and if I ever find out you tell anyone they can't fuck you for any reason, I'll send this tape to the cops!" "Go to hell, Jerry, and get the fuck out!" "I'll go to hell, Roxanne just as soon as you go to jail," he told me grabbing his camcorder. "I'll make sure you get a copy of this for your records," he added slamming my front door. Putting my head down I began crying. My life it ruined now. What was I thinking? Feeling the cum trickling out of me I got up to shower. I've got to do what he says. I've got to do what my students say because now I don't have a choice. ~~~ the end ----> Here's a link to my other stories... /files/Authors/wetfly6969/STORIES/