======== Path: news.primenet.com!nntp.news.primenet.com!news.sprintlink.net!newsfeed.concentric.net!news From: drwatson@cris.com (Dr Watson) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Jan the Slut, Chap 3 (M+/F, interracial) Complete - janslut3.txt [1/1] Date: 11 Apr 1996 03:51:05 GMT Organization: cris.com Lines: 679 Message-ID: <4khvj9$k1q@tribune.concentric.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: cnc072034.concentric.net X-Newsreader: WinVN 0.99.7 Xref: news.primenet.com alt.sex.stories:145392 JANSLUT3 Go Team Go by Dr. Watson It was Monday morning and aother school day. I scanned my mail as I walked to my classroom. Yes, the announcement that the school football team had won the Class AA State Championship. That was great news. I had a number of the players in my English classes and they would be so proud. The only bad thing about it was it marked the end of the football season. I'm no great football fan, but the boys practiced right outside my window sixth hour. As sixth hour is my planning period, I had spent most of the semester watching these young hunks exercising in their tight football jerseys or better, in just their gym shorts. I often fantasized about what was in those shorts. Some of the boys had such prominent bulges. Curiously, the larger bulges were not restricted to the black students though they did have them most often. I got lost in the revery about those boys when Butch, the black head coach, walked in. "Hey babe, how's it going?" Butch said. Butch had been an occasional lover of mine when my husband was out of town. He had arranged for a surprise gangbang for me about a month earlier on one of those occasions when my husband was away on a business trip. Rumors of the party had been the scandal of the school for a couple of weeks, but I'm was no stranger to such scandal. I had been an ugly duckling in high school who never had any dates. I went wild when I got to college. Once I lost my virginity, I was Miss. Hotpants and was one of the easiest lays around. I craved being invited to parties and the fraternities soon caught on that I would go with anyone who would invite me. Go with and put out for, that is. They would get me to date their virgin members. I was a sure thing. Later, when my weakness for alcohol became known, I was frequently invited to parties where I was the only female guest. At the first such party, when I found out I was the only girl, I was apprehensive and just wanted to go home. They kept pumping me with rum and coke and the alcohol soon loosened me up. Someone put on "The Stripper" and I began a drunken dance. They started calling for me to "take it off". I giggled and tried to please the boys. When I was naked, they moved me into one of the bedrooms and started lining up at the door in a prearranged order. The next morning, I was ashamed and embarrassed by the events at the party, but it set a pattern. Soon I was invited to one of those parties about once a month. My reputation may have been damaged by it, but I never had any shortage of guys asking me for a date. Of course, no one wants to marry a girl with that kind of a reputation, which meant I had to look elsewhere for a husband. I met Jack, my future husband, on spring break in Ft. Lauderdale my junior year. He was an Engineering student from a big engineering school in Colorado. He was down for some advanced scuba training for off shore work instead of for partying (he couldn't even drink and dive). Within a few moments of knowing him, I knew he was definitely husband material. Luckily we met in a restaurant rather than the bar I had been in the previous night. He might not have understood my coming in second in a topless dance contest at that bar (my third contest of the week). For the remainder of the week, we saw each other every night. He had classes during the day so he always had to make it an early evening. As soon as he had dropped me at my motel room around 10:00 PM each night, I would go back out to dance and party the rest of the night. I managed to get laid at least once every night this way. Despite my fun-loving ways, I stayed a virgin with Jack though. It wasn't until our last night together that he even kissed me. We corresponded the rest of that school year, but remained separated by over a thousand miles. Jack had a summer intern job with an engineering group which kept us apart for most of that summer. We got a labor day week-end together with my parents and before the week-end was over, he had proposed to me. We spent Thanksgiving with his parents and were married over Christmas break. When I returned to my school after my brief honeymoon, I had my own celebration at one of the fraternities. My husband never knew of my past or my present affairs and group activities. What a change from the good little Catholic girl who used to have to make up things for confession. After graduation, when we were finally living together. I had some pretty big dicks in college, but Jack's eight inches kept me happy. I settled down to the quiet life of a typical yuppy housewife. That lasted for about three years. It wasn't long after our daughter was born that I started getting that old familiar itch. I had an affair last fall with the white vice principal. We had been seeing each other about a month and a half when his wife found out and confronted us at my house. The story got around and the black dean of boys soon took up where the VP left off. Butch started coming around to see me after the start of this school year and also began bringing some of his friends too. When I fall off of the wagon, I do it in a big way. "Pretty good, Butch, and how are you doing now that football season is over," I said. "There is always another season," he said. "Basketball is coming up, but it was football I wanted to talk to you about." "Oh, what have I got to do with football, all of your kids are passing in my classes." "The kids did good alright, and they deserve . . . a celebration," he said slowly. "How would you like to be the entertainment?" "Well, I am flattered, but surely you know that that's impossible," I said. "I can't screw around with students. I could lose my job over that. Besides, what would the kids think if they knew about our activities?" "Oh, nobody important will find out and some of the kids already know," he said. "What!?," I shrieked. "Who knows? How?" "Just a few of my better members of the team," he said. Which I took to mean, knowing Butch's prejudices, only some of the black students. "I showed them some of the pictures from our little party." I was silent for a few moments while I thought of the implications. I was too drunk that night to remember any pictures. When it was just a rumor, I could ignore the talk. The thought that a number of people that were not involved might have certain knowledge of what I had done disturbed me. The two groups I least wanted to have such evidence against me were the white students and the female faculty members. This was a southern town and the white kids may be junior members of the KKK for all I knew. Their parents might not take it well. They might do grievous harm to any white woman that willingly let herself be used by a group of negro men. The women on the faculty were a different matter. Though I enjoyed being naked in front of men, I was very shy around other women. I guess it was from being made fun of and teased by the other girls when I blossomed well before the rest of my contemporaries. In junior high school, I used to be ashamed of my large breasts and the dark pubic hair around my pussy. Gym class used to be torture for me. I have made a point of never being naked around another women since. "Have you shown those pictures to any of the white students?," I asked. "Of course not," he said. "You think I want to be lynched?" "What about the faculty?," I probed. "The only people I trust on the faculty were at the party," he reassured me. I calmed down and began thinking about the possibilities of another party. "Its impossible for me to party with you this weekend. Jack is going to be in town for several weeks." "Couldn't you make some excuse to get out of the house Saturday night?," he asked. "Sure, I just tell him that I have a party to go to and come home at three in the morning reeking of sex," I said. "You don't know. It might turn him on," he suggested. "No, Jack is too middle class for that, though he has been more active in bed these last few weeks," I said. "I must be giving off signals that I want to be fucked." "I've been hearing you gal, so think it over and see if something can't be worked out." ********* That night I was just getting dinner on the table when the phone in the room Jack uses as an office rang. He got up from his chair and went to answer it. He listened for a few moments nodded, said ok and hung-up. He came up behind me and put his arms around me. He held me close and said, "That was the office. I have to make a site inspection this weekend. I'll leave Saturday morning and I'll be back on Sunday." I missed him when he was on one of his trips, but I now had other activities to keep me from being too bored. His parents always kept our daughter on Saturday nights anyway. I felt a tingle of excitement when I realized that I would be able to attend the celebration after all. The next morning I told Butch the good news. ********* So here I was planning to be fucked by another group of boys. Sure, I had done it countless times before I was married. As many times as I had done it, there was always that delicious taste of fear in turning myself over to a gang of men to do what ever they wanted with me. Once I agreed to do it and was naked among them, I would no longer have any control of what happened. My mouth, cunt and ass would be their's. Just the thought of it always gave me a rush.. My record was twenty men at the same party. The guys from one of the fraternities were looking for a performer for a friend's bachelor party. When they couldn't find a professional willing to do it for what they could afford, they offered me the job. It had started around eight in the evening and continued well into the morning. I passed out about 2:00AM from a combination of alcohol and over stimulation. They continued to fuck me for another two or three hours. I lost count of how many times they had each used one of my openings. It was one of the few times though that I had even been sore from being fucked. Hours later, I woke up naked and alone in the motel room with a hangover and upset stomach. I don't know if the upset stomach was from the booze or the gallons of sperm I had swallowed. I am an avowed feminist, but I am terribly excited by sexually dominate men. Sexually I love to be dominated, to be subject to the will of a man or group of men. It is probably some latent masochism in me that makes me want to be used and degraded sexually. I don't enjoy being hurt, but I find some pain in sex is very stimulating. I met Butch at a bar on the edge of the black ghetto as we had arranged. I didn't want my car seen near his friend's house. I left my purse and ID in the trunk of my car. Butch drove me to a neighborhood in the black ghetto I hadn't seen before. It was much worse than I had imagined. The house we came to was an old wood frame duplex. I was glad it was dark as I couldn't see how run down it really was. We stepped on to the rickety wooden porch and Butch found the key over the door. As we stepped inside, I could see that it was a shambles. Wallpaper was peeling from the walls and ceiling. There was dust and the smell of rot everywhere. I was afraid to touch anything or sit anywhere. We headed for the kitchen. There were three big coolers on the kitchen table (there was no dining room) filled with beer and ice.. That was just what I needed to steady my nerves. I had put away two beers and was starting on a third when Butch said, "You had better get undressed and ready, they will start arriving in just a few minutes. You can use the bedroom and stay in there until I come and get you." I nodded and started down the hall. I stepped into the bathroom first and wished I hadn't. It was obviously a man's bathroom and a woman's worst nightmare. I felt I had to clean everything I might touch. When I finished there, I went on into the bedroom and closed the door just as I heard someone coming in the front door. The bedroom matched the rest of the house. The window didn't even have curtains. I saw a tube of K-Y on the night table. The bed just had a bare, stained mattress. I looked in the closet for something to cover it. I found a thin quilt that had holes in it, but it would have to do. I also found a man's shirt that was large enough to use as a robe, turned out the lights and started stripping my clothes off. When I had taken everything off, I slipped on the shirt and my shoes. The shirt obviously belonged to someone shorter than Jack. Where his shirts swallowed me up this one didn't hid my bush in front and certainly not my ass in back. The heels were too high for slippers but they would keep my feet off of the dirty floor. I set on the bed in the dark and wondered what I was doing here. Why had I let myself be talked into this crazy situation . . .. but I knew why. I could feel myself getting wet just thinking about what all of those strong, young bodies were going to do to me. I had heard the front door being opened half a dozen times before I heard footsteps in the hall. As the door opened, I could see Butch framed in the light from the living room. "What's wrong with the lights in here?," he said as he flipped on the light. "There are no curtains on the windows," I said. "Never mind that now. Are you ready?" "I guess so," I said. "Then come here," he said. I got off of the bed and walked over to him. He stopped me and turned me around. I felt something descending over my hair and then over my eyes as he put a blindfold on me. "What's this?," I asked in a panic. "Hey, these are just kids. They're shy and are afraid to be seen by you," he said. "Besides, you don't really want to know if any of your students are in the group do you?" He was right. I was taking a terrible risk making it with students. This way I could deny knowing who any of them were. I also got a buzz out of the idea of being fucked without knowing who was fucking me. "Oh, I forgot to mention, I promised my friend, Greg, a piece of your ass in payment for using his house," he said. "You don't mind do you? I mean, what's one more dick to you?" Right, what's one more dick to me? With the blindfold firmly in place, he pulled off the shirt that was around me. Before I could protest about the window, he grabbed my arm and started leading me naked down the hall. I could tell when we reached the living room from the whistles and catcalls. Even with all of the times I have been naked in front of a group of men, I still blushed and felt like covering up my breasts with my free arm. Before I could cover myself though, Butch had stepped behind me and taken hold of both of my elbows pulling them back to better emphasize my tits. "Here she is guys, just as I promised," he said. Cries of "Your the greatest, coach," and "Would you look at those knockers," the guys started laughing and joking among themselves. Even with the blindfold, I could see flashes of light and the telltale sound of polaroid cameras. "No pictures, please, " I whispered to Butch. "Of course they will take pictures," He said. "They want to remember this evening. Nobody's going to show your husband if that's what your worried about. That might spoil everybody's fun." I did worry, but there didn't seem to be anything I could do about it short of trying to leave and even if I could, I didn't want to. "Alright now, settle down," he said. "Class will come to order." They quieted down and he went on. "Now I know that some of you are still virgins. Even those of you that have fucked your sweetie in the backseat of your daddy's car have probably never seen a real woman completely naked before. So that you don't embarrass yourselves and me tonight, I am going to give you a lesson on female anatomy with our willing subject here." If I could, I would have blushed deeper. He was going to stand there and use my body to show these boys how a woman was put together. It was one thing to stand before an unknown group of men blindfolded and naked. It was quite another to have all of your body parts intimately inspected by the crowd, but that was what was going to happen. "This is a woman," Butch intoned. "This isn't one of those no-ass, flat-chested bitches I've seen some of you running around with." "These are tits," he said as he cupped his hand underneath my breasts. "Call them boobs, hooters -- what ever. You play with these and women get very excited. The more excited they get, the harder the nipples become. See how just holding them and talking about them has made these hard. They respond to licking too," he said as he licked my right breast, "sucking, biting," he continued to act out on my sensitive nipples what he was telling the kids. I continued to hear cameras going off. There were at least three polaroids from the sounds and one of those 35MM cameras that sounded just like my husband's Nikon. It frightened my that some of the pictures might get back to my husband, but I have always found being photographed naked to be a turn-on. This was no exception. I discovered the turn-on aspects of photography back in college and have always enjoyed it. I let one of my boyfriends take some very modest figure studies of me. They were very artistic and my face hardly showed in them. I dropped by during the next week while he was having a poker party for some of his friends. I was horrified that he had blown the pictures up to poster size hand had them hanging on the wall. I blushed deeply and hurried away. Behind my embarrassment I was incredibly turned on at my exhibition by proxy. Later, I used to pose with the guys in the frat parties in what ever way they wanted. Of course my husband takes pictures of me all the time. He has his own darkroom so there is no limit to what he can take either. He thinks I let him take those pictures to humor him. He doesn't know the thrill I get when they are taken and when I get to see the finished product. I know he carries some wallet sized nudes of me in his pocket, I just wonder if he ever shows them to anybody. "Just make sure you don't bite so hard that you draw blood, as that will make things too messy for the next guy," he said getting a good laugh from the group. "You can squeeze them, twist them," (this last made me gasp) "or you can just hang on to them so you don't fall off." More laughs. "Now we move to the pussy," he continued. "Squat down and spread your legs bitch so they can get a look at your goodies." I tried to squat to give them a better look and almost lost my balance. The blindfold wasn't helping me stay upright. I could hear them shift around to get a better look. Butch bent over to steady me and reached between my legs to part my cunt lips. "This is what you guys are always chasing. This is a pussy or cunt," he said while indicating my hole with one of his fingers. "This is what you fuck. And this is the clitoris. Fingering this will drive most women nuts." Indeed his demonstration almost made me fall over. "Come on babe, stand up so we can show them your ass," he said helping me to my feet. "That's it turn around so they can see that great tail of your's." "This is the butt," he said while stroking down from the small of my back. "Now some women have such a bony ass that they look like boys. Now I know some of you queers would get off on that," nervous laughter this time, "but this is what one is supposed to look like." "Bend over and spread them honey so we can show the rest of what you got," he said as he pushed me forward. "That's it spread those ass cheeks." When I had managed with his help to get balanced in that position, he bent down to point out my ass hole to the boys. "This is another place to fuck a women. Some women even enjoy it more than getting their pussy fucked. If your girlfriend is afraid of getting pregnant, fuck'em in the ass instead." As he was saying this he had been playing with my already wet cunt with one of his fingers. He now inserted it all the way into my ass in one quick motion, again causing me to gasp and almost pushing me over. He pistoned it into me for several seconds, though it seemed like minutes, and finally withdrew it. He helped me stand back up straight but I was so disoriented that I didn't know which way I was standing. The sound of the cameras gave me a clue where the group was. "For the next lesson, I need you to get me hard, so down on your knees cunt," he said as he positioned me on my knees in front of him. "Now get it out ... that's it, yes suck it good ... oh, yes ... that ... ought to be enough for now." I could only imagine how this must look to those students to have a white woman on her knees sucking that black dick. The idea excited me no end, but then I've always been a bit of an exhibitionist. I was sorry when he asked me to stop and stand back up. "Come on over here," he said leading me to a low table. "Get on your hands and knees on this table so we can show them what this is all about." I did as he told me. Again I had to be helped as I was still disoriented. As I adjusted to my position, I could tell that someone had moved up by my head though Butch was still talking from behind me. "Greg is going to help me demonstrate how the lady can handle more than one of you at a time," Butch said. I felt Butch's dick between my legs and he moved to put it in my pussy. He didn't have the biggest dick in the world, in fact, it wasn't even as big as my husband's. That combined with the fact that I was almost overflowing with cunt juice made the insertion very easy. He was all the way inside me in just one stroke. As he started to move in and out of me, I felt another prick brush against my lips. I opened my mouth almost by instinct and used one hand to guide it in to my mouth. I could tell that his friend Greg had a bigger cock than Butch but not by much. Like Butch, Greg's dick was uncut and my tongue found the foreskin. My tongue began pushing the foreskin back from the head of his penis and tasting the sour male musk hidden there. I only had a few seconds to lick the head of his dick as Butch was becoming more active in my cunt. He started pounding faster and faster. I had to release Greg's cock to better steady myself. This was Greg's cue to see how far he could stick his prick into my mouth. It was no problem as I had several beers by this time and was thoroughly relaxed. I was doing deep throat at those fraternities long before that movie ever came out. Besides, his dick wasn't really much of a challenge in size. Greg had his hand behind my head and they began to get a rhythm going with me rocking back and forth between. I always get an intense delight at this point where I am being fucked from both sides. I am unable to control the situation and just have to give myself up to the feelings that come rushing over me. I don't know if they were building to a climax but I sure was. When it hit me, I had to grab something. I reached up and grabbed Greg around his ass and pulled him to me. It must have been just what he needed as he started cumming with in a few seconds himself. Part of his load went straight down my throat before I could pull away enough to catch it in my mouth. What I missed trickled down my chin. I could hear the delighted gasp from my audience. Butch must have appreciated it too as I felt him building to cum off in my pussy. When Butch was finished, he helped me back up to my feet. I was unsteady after that exhibition and could feel his cum starting to run down my inner thighs. I felt so wonderfully nasty as the boys cheered and the cameras recorded my just fucked appearance. "Now, as the lady returns to the bedroom, we will give you today's lineup," Butch said. Greg grabbed me another beer and led me down the hallway to the bedroom. I asked him to either cover the window or turn out the light. "Sure, babe," he said. He led me to the bed where I lay down and got ready for the first boy.. Usually my knees took a terrible beating at one of these affairs, so I wanted to at least start on my back. I hadn't seen any pillows when I first came in that would make this easier. My pulse quickened at the thought of the fun I would have tonight. I didn't have long to wait. I heard the first of them coming down the hall. I heard sounds of them undressing and in moments one of the boys was pushing himself between my legs. He was in a hurry and with little preliminaries, forced his dick into me. He wasn't overly large and slid in easily. He was only starting to get a rhythm going when I felt a hand pulling my head to the side to a waiting cock. My mouth opened automatically to welcome this new cock. Another pair of hands was beginning to roughly fondle my tits. I started losing myself in the sensations. For the next four hours I was the object of their young sexual energies while I continued to hear the combination of cameras whirring. I could hear their coarse, locker room banter as they admired the various parts of my body. Their designations of me as "Sweet Ho", "Slut" and "Cunt" were just as coarse, but the names merely added to my excitement. I had no more will than a puppet as they picked me up and twisted me in to what ever position pleased them. They bent me, folded and spread me wide to accommodate their organs in me. They picked me up and impaled me on one of their group's prick. I was sandwiched fucked between two of the boys. Had my boobs pressed together with a dick between my tits. Their imagination and my compliance knew no bounds. Their sperm was like a drug that they injected into me orally, vaginally and anally. They rubbed it into my face, chest, stomach, back, hair and ass. I remember being thankful for the blindfold as it kept their cum out of my eyes though the cloth became soaked with their jizm. I had often gotten a load in my eyes. It stung and if you didn't wash it out quickly, it glued your eyes shut. Someone did manage to shoot some up my nose. I thought I would drown in cum. Though I was able to clear my nostrils, the pungent odor persisted adding the strong smell of this male musk to the salty taste already in my mouth. My senses were on overload as I had one continuous orgasm and as usual, I lost track of how many pricks invaded my body one, two and three at a time. Short ones, long ones, thin ones and fat ones all became a blur. I was pleading with them to "fuck me". I was reaching for cocks to put in my mouth or between my legs. My skin had become so sensitive that merely caressing my breasts would send me into paroxysms. I used to call these sensations shivering orgasms. After what seemed like several hours, the party finally ended. I must have passed out because the next thing I remember was Butch holding me up and trying to get some black coffee down me. I was still naked on the mattress with the blindfold off. As my head cleared, I looked around the room to see that all of the boys were gone. A further glance around told me that the windows were still open with the light on full. I was sure that what ever had happened in that bedroom had been visible to the entire neighborhood. When I was finally able to stand, I made my way to the bathroom. What I saw in the mirror looked like a whore that had just taken on a regiment. Cum was leaking down my legs from my cunt and ass. I used toilet paper to clean off as much as i could. The bath tub was a total loss and looked like it hadn't been used for years. I did my best to clean off the worst off the dried and caked on male fluids at the sink. With out my brush, I couldn't do much about my hair. I looked for something to at least tie it back so it wouldn't look so bad. I still looked like hell but might be able to make it home in the dark without drawing too much attention. When I returned to the bedroom, I discovered that my clothes had bee taken as souvenirs. I had to use Greg's shirt to get home. Butch got a lot of yucks out of watching me trying to protect my modesty getting to his car. He put down a newspaper to protect the passenger seat from all of the fluids still oozing from my body. We got back to the bar shortly after closing time. The parking lot was nearly deserted. I had lost my car keys when I lost my cloths so I had to hunt for the hidden key. Butch standing by me couldn't resist stroking my very exposed ass as I bent over. While I was hunting behind the bumper where I was sure the key was, two of the bar's patrons came walking up. "So what's happening bro?," the taller one asked Butch. "Just helping my party girl get home that's all," Butch replied as I straightened up and tried to hide as much as possible. "Well is the party over, or can we get an invite?," the taller of the two asked. Butch looked around and said, "Sure, why not, but she's kinda skanky, so you should probably better settle for a blowjob." "That would be just fine," the tall one said. As I stood by incredulous of the conversation that was transpiring, Butch stepped behind me putting his hands on my shoulders. "Babe, why don't you get down on your knees and show these gentlemen how good you can suck a dick," he said as he pushed me down. The two men unzipped their pants and presented me with two semi-erect cocks to attended to. On my knees on the gravel parking lot, I took grabbed both and pulled them to my mouth. I worked on first one and then the other to get them fully hard. They worked on the buttons of my shirt and began fondling my tits while I sucked their pricks. At the same time I was worried about being discovered by a passing policeman. My escapades weren't the most discreet, but at least they weren't public. A nearly naked white woman being held down by a black man to service the cocks of two other black men in the parking lot of a bar at 3:00AM was sure to be misunderstood by any member of the local constabulary. The unhappy result would be more publicity than I could possibly want. I threw myself into giving these guys the blowjobs of their lives to speed up the time I could leave. Once I had finished our new friends, I was allowed to continue looking for my key while they exchanged expressions of their pleasure at my expertise. When I found the keys, I said my goodbys, but before I got into my car, I realized I would need some of the newspaper that Butch had used to protect his car. While Butch fetched it from his car, our new friends were lifting up the back of my shirt and chuckling over the imprint the paper had left on my ass. I wasn't too worried about the neighbors when I pulled up in the driveway. I stumbled in, showered. Cleaned-up I looked at myself in the hall mirror. The bruises were already forming on my breasts, thighs and knees. My cunt lips were red and swollen. Jack was due back in the morning. If he saw me like this he would know that I had been fucked and fucked hard. What was I going to do? My first impulse was to run away. No, I couldn't do that. Normally my bruises would fade in a couple of days. Could I keep him from seeing me naked for that long? Probably not. My mind was racing. What was I going to do? Jack was going to know. He was going to know what kind of a slut he was married to. I couldn't keep it from him any longer. I finally settled down and looked at myself again. I had several abrasions to go with the bruises. I should at least do something about them. I had some medicated lotion that would help them and reduce the burning. I thought it was in my night stand but I couldn't find it. Maybe Jack had it in his. When I opened the cabinet, a book fell out. The lotion wasn't there so I picked-up the book to put it back and noticed that he was using a Polaroid picture as a bookmark. I was shock when I saw what it was. It was a picture of me, nude, on a motel bed with about six black dicks hanging over me. It was obvious that I had just been gang fucked by the group. My legs were obscenely spread with cum oozing out of my very open cunt. Jack did know. To be continued....