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Authors name: Harry Kuntz (bigone510@hotmail.com)
Story title : Intruders

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The Intruders (MMF, nc, v, size, scat)
by Harry Kuntz (bigone510@hotmail.com)

***

A high school teacher who dares to flunk a couple of very 
tough students lives to regret it when he and his 
beautiful wife receive an unexpected visit from the two 
tough studs and a few of their friends. 

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Sometimes Walt hated his job as a high school teacher. He 
felt that way as he watched Damon swagger out of his 
office and Brad swagger in. Both of them were there to 
complain about the F's he had given them. Neither one of 
them had done the slightest bit of work in his course, 
and when they bothered to show up at all, had been rude 
and disruptive. But they didn't believe he had the right 
to give them F's, and they felt no compunction about 
displaying their anger.

Damon was a big, muscular, handsome youth of 17. How 
could a person that masculine be gay, Walt wondered. 
Damon flaunted his homosexuality, feeling up and 
harassing the straight kids at will. No one dared 
challenge him, because Damon was one of the leaders of 
the toughest gang in the school.

"Gay," Walt thought to himself. "You can't even call them 
homosexuals any more, much less queers or fags." The idea 
of even touching another man's penis filled Walt with 
disgust. He didn't even want to think about what else 
they did with each other.

Brad, also 17, was the boss of the same gang. Taller and 
stronger and more handsome even than Damon. "Christ, he 
looks like a movie star," Walt thought, as Brad entered. 
"Jesus, no wonder the women fall all over him." Brad 
always seemed to be in the company of several women, some 
students, some older, but all babes.

Sometimes Walt envied a person like Brad. He wondered 
what it would be like to have such appeal that he could 
fuck women at will. Walt and his wife Sheila had both 
been virgins when they got married, and neither had had 
any sexual experience outside their marriage.

Walt couldn't help regretting what he had missed, though 
he knew he never would be unfaithful to Sheila, even in 
the unlikely event he had the opportunity. Sheila was 46, 
the same as Walt, but didn't look a day over 30. She 
still had a spectacular figure and was just as drop-dead 
gorgeous as the day he first saw her.

Sheila taught in the same school, but she didn't have the 
same problem keeping discipline that Walt had. Her large, 
firm breasts and beautiful face kept the unruly students 
in line. 

Walt explained to Brad, as he had explained to Damon, 
that he could not pass a student who did absolutely no 
work in his course and could not even behave. Brad gave 
him a look of such intense hostility, that Walt couldn't 
help shuddering. "You'll be sorry, you piece of shit," 
Brad hissed, and abruptly walked out.

Walt was still shaken by these interviews when he got 
home, but the sight of his beautiful Sheila cheered him 
up, as it always did. God, he loved this woman. She was 
everything to him. Walt knew that to any other woman, he 
would be considered a wimp. Even after all these years of 
marriage, he could still not quite believe that this 
gorgeous, wonderful woman loved him as he loved her.

Sheila had prepared a special dinner for Walt. It was the 
13th of the month, Walt's birthday. Not only had she made 
all his favorites, she had dressed herself up in her 
sexiest outfit. Walt and Sheila did not have sex too 
often, because Walt had difficulty getting an erection 
more than once every one or two weeks. They had been 
saving up for this night for three weeks, and each of 
them was looking forward to bedtime.

But just as they were finishing up dinner, the front door 
flew open. In their part of town, there was no crime and 
people never locked their doors. In marched Brad, Damon, 
and three other teenagers, one of whom was a girl, a 
beautiful Asian girl. The other two boys were almost as 
tough looking as Brad and Damon, though not as good 
looking. Walt and Sheila had never seen human faces as 
filled with hostility and menace as these five youths 
showed.

Brad, who was obviously in charge, walked over to where 
Walt was sitting, jerked Walt's slight frame out of his 
chair with an easy motion of his hand, and yelled into 
his face: "Are you going to do what you are told, or do 
we have to tie you up?" For good measure, he gave Walt a 
blow in the stomach. Although he pulled his punch, it was 
easily enough to get Walt doubled over in agony. "I'll do 
what you say," Walt finally agreed, when he had gotten a 
semblance of his breath back.

"I told you you'd be sorry, shithead. And I've been 
waiting to get into your wife's cunt for months. Tonight 
is payback, so get ready to suffer."

Sheila let out a scream. "Take care of that bitch, will 
you Mei Ling," Brad said. The girl walked over to the 
frightened woman. Mei Ling had incredibly sweet features 
that made the meanness in her eyes all the more 
frightening. She gave Sheila a hard slap in the face, so 
hard that Sheila saw stars. "Shut up, cunt," she said, 
"or I'll tear those big tits of yours to shreds with my 
fingernails." Mei Ling's nails were long and pointed, and 
it was evident that if she had to she'd do what she 
threatened and love every minute of it.

Sheila was whimpering but quiet, and Mei Ling smiled, 
saying "Cheer up, cunt. Tonight you're going to find out 
what it's like to be a woman, fucked by real men."

"All right," said Brad, "we'll start by having both of 
you take all your clothes off, you first." He pointed to 
Walt. Walt took off his shirt and undershirt, then his 
shoes and socks, and his pants. Brad impatiently gestured 
for him to remove his undershorts, and he did so, 
blushing.

When Walt was bare, the five teenagers began hooting and 
then laughing uncontrollably. With his girlish frame and 
tiny dick, he presented a pathetic picture, and his 
tormentors were not about to let him forget it.

"Jesus, lady," said Ray, one of the other youths. "How 
can you be married to such a wimp. That's more like a 
clit than a dick."

The others laughed and made similar cracks. Sheila had 
been crying since this started, and now tears were 
rolling down Walt's cheeks. That only made the teenagers 
laugh harder, and provoked more comments about what a 
pussy Walt was. Damon walked over to him.

"He's going to be my pussy," the handsome gay boy said. 
And he grabbed Walt's face and pressed his lips to 
Walt's. Walt was filled with disgust and tried to pull 
away, but Damon held him tight. Then Brad, menacingly, 
told him to give Damon a nice, sexy kiss, if he didn't 
want Brad and the others to use his belly seriously as a 
punching bag. Filled with terror and disgust, Walt opened 
his mouth. Damon's tongue shot in and for what seemed 
forever to Walt, explored every inch of Walt's mouth with 
his tongue.

When Damon finally pulled away, the youths began jeering 
again at what a pussy Walt was, harping especially on his 
tiny dick.

"Well, let's give him a chance," said Brad. "Maybe it 
gets bigger when it's hard. Sheila here can help us find 
out. Get naked, cunt, and then use your mouth to show us 
if that wimp is even capable of getting hard."

"I can't," she whimpered. "No man has ever seen me naked 
except my husband." Mei Ling gave her another slap, even 
harder than the first. "Come on, Brad, let me use my 
nails on the bitch's tits."

"I'm sure that won't be necessary," said Brad. "I'm sure 
the cunt has learned her lesson. Now get those clothes 
off and get on your knees."

Hearing the menace in Brad's voice, Sheila took off her 
clothes. The teenagers whistled when she bared her 
breasts. "Oh, I wish I had a pair like that," Mei Lin 
said. "She must have nearly 40 inches."

"Let's find out," Brad said. "Hey, wimp, go get a tape 
measure and show us your wife's measurements." Walt, 
still naked, went to a drawer and brought back a tape 
measure. Humiliated to be showing off his wife's nudity 
to these intruders, he put the tape around her tits. It 
showed exactly 38 inches. And those breasts were 
perfectly shaped, without the slightest sag.

Brad ordered Sheila to take her skirt and her panties 
off. While her superb breasts had drawn whistles, now her 
complete nudity brought a reverent hush. Sheila had a 
magnificent bottom. Her ass was compact, round, firm, 
soft, deeply creviced--in a word, perfect. Her lovely 
pussy was covered with a lush triangle of thick, dark 
fleece.

"Oh, man," sighed Carlos, the remaining teenager. "How 
can a babe like you be married to a worthless piece of 
shit like this?"

Brad ordered Sheila to get to work. Obediently, she 
dropped to her knees in front of Walt. Walt and Sheila, 
both brought up to be extremely conservative about sex, 
had never done this before. The idea of kissing or 
licking the other's "sex," as they called his prick and 
her pussy, had seemed repugnant. But now Sheila had no 
choice. She overcame her repugnance and put Walt's tiny 
penis in her mouth. Despite his humiliation, the 
unfamiliar sensation overpowered him, and he got hard. As 
hard, that is, as he ever got, which was not very hard.

When it became clear he was at full size, the teenagers 
had another laugh at his expense. Brad handed him back 
the measuring tape and ordered him to measure his dick. 
When he had done so, Brad said "how much?" 

"Five inches," Walt said sheepishly.

"If that much, you shrimp-dicked wimp," Mei Ling roared 
through her laughter. "I think you cheated with the tape. 
And you're about as thick as my pinky finger. Cunt, you 
don't even know what it is to be fucked by a man, if he's 
all you've had."

"All right, bitch," Brad said to Sheila. "That's enough 
of the preliminaries. I'm next."

Brad took off his shirt, then ordered Sheila to kneel in 
front of him and take off his pants and undershorts. She 
did, and she gasped when she saw what she had revealed. 
Brad's soft, hanging prick was at least two inches longer 
than her husband's "hardon." But the thickness was more 
impressive than the length. She knew she should be 
repulsed, but involuntarily her hand grasped his shaft. 

It was too thick for her fingers to grasp. As she held 
him, she felt the heat and weight of him. She noticed his 
massive testicles, each about half again as large as a 
jumbo egg. And then she felt the movement, and realized 
that he was growing hard. With each twitch, the massive 
instrument in her hand became thicker and longer. By the 
time it was hard, her fingers barely reached two-thirds 
of the way around. The heat was intense, and the shaft 
was iron hard. She tried to bend it, but it was so stiff 
she couldn't make it budge. The enormous penis stood 
straight up, well past Brad's navel, almost reaching his 
muscular chest.

Sheila had never seen a dick other than her husband's and 
she was overcome by Brad's incredible manhood. That evil 
Asian girl was right, she thought to herself with a sense 
of humiliation. I never did know what it was to be fucked 
by a real man. She felt strong electric waves shooting 
through her body, originating from her rapidly moistening 
pussy.

Brad pulled her head toward himself and she put her mouth 
on Brad's huge dick. She wasn't even thinking. She was 
overpowered, hypnotized, by Brad's incredible 
masculinity. All she knew was that she was in the 
presence of a real man and she had to have him. She 
tongued and kissed his testicles and shaft and engulfed 
the head with her mouth--all she could get in.

While Sheila was working with her mouth on Brad's 
manhood, she suddenly felt herself being nuzzled and 
kissed in her crotch. Oh, God, it was the Asian girl, Mei 
Ling. She had her tongue inside Sheila's pussy. Sheila 
knew that lesbianism was about the most immoral activity 
imaginable and that she should do anything rather than 
let that mean, evil girl touch her own private parts. But 
Sheila's will was disappearing as waves of previously 
unknown sexual pleasure started rolling through her body.

Soon Rod was licking one of her gorgeous tits and Carlos 
was working on the other one. Now Mei Ling's tongue had 
left her pussy and was laving her asshole. Ten minutes 
before she would have regarded such a thing as impossibly 
disgusting. Now, she was exploding in a more powerful 
orgasm than Walt had ever given her.

When Brad had had enough of Sheila's pretty mouth on his 
cock, he pulled away, picked her up, and put her down on 
her back on the sofa. Sheila, though in a sexual frenzy 
like she had never known, nevertheless had enough self-
possession to protest. "No, please don't. No one but my 
husband has ever done this to me. And you are too big, 
you'll hurt me."

Brad laughed, and told a couple of the other teenagers to 
hold her. Mei Ling helped hold her down by straddling her 
face, holding it with her perfect thighs and pressing her 
furry pussy against Sheila's mouth. Sheila tried to 
scream, but it was muffled. The very idea of tasting a 
woman's sex--even a beautiful young woman like Mei Ling--
was repulsive to her. Or so she thought. But she began to 
get used to the strong musky woman smell and soon, 
involuntarily, was moving her tongue inside Mei Ling's 
pussy and lapping up her juices. Meanwhile, Brad was 
lining his enormous cock up with the opening to Sheila's 
pussy. 

Suddenly he entered, and Sheila felt stretched as she had 
never imagined. She had barely had time to register the 
pain, when she began to feel the pleasure. Whenever her 
husband fucked her, she always had to ask him if he was 
in, and then if he was finished. The feeling of Brad's 
prick inside her was a revelation. When it was still less 
than halfway in, she realized he was further in than Walt 
ever had been or ever could be. And he was stretching 
her, revealing and stimulating pleasure nerves she had 
never known she had.

And still, with each stroke he was going deeper. Finally, 
with a shock, she felt him hit bottom. He was all the way 
in, and she was stuffed absolutely full, stretched to the 
limit, every pleasure nerve sending alarms of excitement 
throughout her body. She screamed, and she had an orgasm, 
more powerful than what she had felt before. Her husband 
could never dream of doing this for her, and he knew it 
as he watched helplessly.

Indeed, the only orgasms she had known had been from 
masturbating herself. But this was ecstasy, such as she 
had never dreamed of. And still Brad was pumping, 
bringing her to new heights. She came again, and again. 
Each time she thought she had reached an inconceivable 
limit of excitement, and each time he proved she was 
wrong. She was now moaning uncontrollably, not even 
knowing where she was, oblivious to everything but her 
cunt, and the magnificent engine that was driving her 
wild.

Walt's heart had sunk. He wanted to die. In front of his 
eyes, his wife, his lovely Sheila, the only meaning in 
his life, was being taken away from him. She was being 
possessed by this despicable young barbarian. Despicable, 
but undoubtedly an incredible specimen of manhood. He 
hated Brad with all his soul, but he envied him even more 
than he hated him.

Brad now had Sheila coming continuously. Each orgasm 
started before the preceding one had ended. Sheila felt 
like she was a sheer electric current, getting constantly 
stronger, utterly out of control. And then Brad knew the 
moment had come, and let himself go. Several more hard 
strokes, and Brad felt the overpowering climax. Masses of 
potent man-cream were forced from his oversized 
testicles, through the length of his hot, iron-hard 
penis, and into the deepest recesses of Sheila's cunt.

The scalding force of his semen jets brought Sheila to a 
new level, as she shuddered and moaned through her final 
climax. For more than a minute, her body was nothing but 
pure, shaking sensation. Then, as a blessed calmness was 
restored to her, she knew she was happier and more deeply 
satisfied than she had ever been. The world was lovely, 
and nothing was lovelier than this paragon of a man who 
had given her such unimagined pleasure.

She looked at him. Brad, and Walt, and everyone else in 
the room could see what was obvious. There was complete 
love in that look. From that moment, Sheila belonged to 
Brad. Like so many women before her, she was his.

When Brad finally pulled out, his penis had "shrunk" to 
it's minimum of seven inches. "Crawl over here, asshole," 
he said to Walt.

Walt's eyes were so filled with tears, he could hardly 
see what he was doing. "Clean me off," Brad snarled. Walt 
cleared his eyes and looked at the enormous penis, 
hanging inches from his eyes as Brad stood before him. 
Walt hardly knew what his thoughts were. He hated this 
youth who had stolen his wife, but he also felt awe for 
his manhood. He knew he could not blame Sheila. What 
woman could resist such power? But he just couldn't bring 
himself to do what Brad was ordering.

"I - I - I just ca - can't," he stammered. 

CRACK! Brad had given him a slap so hard, he thought his 
jaw must be broken. It wasn't, but it would be sore for a 
week.

"That was a love slap, shithead. Now do what I say or 
I'll hit you hard."

Walt's fear overcame his revulsion, barely. He took 
Brad's shaft in his hand. Like Sheila before him, he was 
amazed at its weight. The smell of Brad and Sheila's sex 
juices, sweat, and Brad's pure, manly crotch-smell almost 
overwhelmed him. Gingerly, he touched his tongue to 
Brad's penis. He was struck by the softness of the skin 
on Brad's massive organ. As he brought his tongue back 
into his mouth it brought with it a glob of Brad's man-
cream, seasoned with Sheila's cuntjuice that had flowed 
so freely. Walt swallowed, and a moment later he retched 
and it was all he could do to avoid throwing up.

"Throw up, asshole, and you'll swallow every bit of it."

Walt barely controlled himself. Again his tongue lapped 
more sex juice from the massive cock, and again, until it 
was clean. Then Brad made him lap every speck of juice 
that had splashed into his rich fluff of pubic hair or 
onto his huge testicles. Walt became familiar with the 
musky taste and smell, and the feel of every inch of 
Brad's crotch.

After that, Walt had to watch as Ray and Carlos raped his 
wife. Ray had eight inches of thick man meat and Carlos 
had nine and a half. Each was more than twice as thick as 
Walt, who realized his own complete inadequacy as a man 
was being shown over and over again as this terrible 
night proceeded. Ray gave Sheila another orgasm, and 
Carlos gave her three. Then, Sheila was forced to give 
Mei Ling's pretty pussy a thorough lapping. 

Mei Ling had several strong orgasms, and Sheila found to 
her disgust that she was actually savoring the taste of 
Mei Ling's pussy. She looked up into Mei Ling's beautiful 
face and almost felt as if she was in love with the Asian 
teenager. She realized with disbelief she actually felt 
pride every time she brought Mei Ling to an ejaculation.

When the strong taste of Mei Ling's final orgasm hit her 
tongue, Sheila exploded powerfully herself. Walt realized 
that even a woman could satisfy Sheila as he could not 
do. He thought things had hit rock bottom. But he had 
forgotten about Damon.

"It's my turn now, you piece of shit," said Damon. "You 
want to put my big dick in your mouth and make me hard, 
and then have me fuck your shitty asshole, don't you?"

"Oh, God, not that. Please, anything, anything but that."

Again, Brad gave him a punch in the stomach, harder than 
before. It took Walt more than ten minutes to catch his 
breath and get over his agony.

"Now, get on your knees and beg for it," said Brad, 
"before I give you a serious punch."

Frightened out of his wits, Walt got on his knees in 
front of Damon, who still had his pants on. At this 
moment, Ray, who had gone out to the teenagers' pickup a 
few moments before, came back in with a video camera and 
began to record what happened next. But Walt knew he had 
no choice.

"Please, let me suck your cock. I'm begging you," Walt 
pleaded with Damon.

Damon, who apparently had real acting ability, acted as 
if he were confused and flustered.

"But sir that would be wrong. Especially with a teacher, 
and when I'm under age and all."

"I'm begging you," Walt let out passionately. Behind 
Damon, and out of camera range, he could see Brad 
threatening him. "You're such a stud, I've got to have 
your beautiful prick. Please let me suck you and then 
fuck my ass."

"Why don't you just fuck your wife," Damon asked. Brad 
was behind him, still threatening.

"She can't satisfy me and I can't satisfy her. I'm not 
man enough. Let me know what it's like to be a real man 
with a man-sized prick by feeling you shoot your come 
deep in my ass. I promise, if you let me suck your cock 
I'll give you an A, and you won't have to do a bit of 
work."

Damon started to pull away. "No professor, honestly, I 
don't think I should."

Desperately, Walt lunged at him and pulled down his 
pants. He was amazed. Damon wasn't as big as Brad, but he 
was close. Walt remembered his thought that afternoon, 
and thought again, "how could such a stud be gay. He 
could be like Brad and have any woman he wanted."

Walt put the head and several inches of Damon's huge meat 
into his mouth. Immediately, he felt the jerking motion 
of a rapidly hardening penis. His head was forced up, as 
Damon's meat grew and stiffened. Finally, he could keep 
only about an inch beyond the head in his mouth. Damon 
was thicker than his wrist and exactly twelve inches 
long.

"I wish I were as big as Brad," Damon said, "but I can't 
imagine being as tiny as you."

The others, watching intently as Walt was about to be 
brutally raped, snickered. "Don't worry," Carlos called 
out. "Look, Damon, you're more than twice as long as him, 
at least five times as thick, and much harder. What a 
pathetic excuse you are for a man, pussy. Beg Damon for 
his cock up your ass, you wimp."

Walt turned around, got down on his knees, with his 
asshole sticking up toward Damon. The camera was still 
rolling. "Please, I'm begging you, please fuck me with 
that beautiful, huge cock of yours. I need it."

"Okay, fag, you asked for it," Damon snarled, derisively. 

And Damon pressed the head of his massive cock against 
the tiny entrance to Walt's virgin asshole. Damon was 
still wet with Walt's saliva. Slowly, the head entered, 
and then with a pop it was inside. Walt thought he had 
never felt so much pain, not even when Brad hit him. He 
thought Damon would tear him to pieces. 

But Damon was stroking in and out now, getting deeper and 
deeper. Gradually, the pain subsided just a bit, and a 
pleasurable feeling began to emerge. Then Damon's prick 
hit Walt's prostate, and suddenly Walt was on fire. It 
was three weeks since he had had an orgasm, and now he 
was receiving a stimulus he had never known. Damon 
continued deeper and deeper, as the rough, veined surface 
of his hard cock set up a symphony of sensations on 
Walt's prostate. Suddenly he realized he really did need 
Damon's cock.

"Oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me, plow me with that huge cock. 
Oh God, it's good, I need it. Fuck me, fuck me."

Damon was getting hot as he saw the sexual power he had 
over this wimp who thought he was too pure to touch 
another man's penis. He was pumping fast now, and then he 
felt the thrill as he went past the point of no return. 
Electricity surged through both their bodies, and then 
Damon's big steel rod began jerking, and huge hot pellets 
of gay man-cream surged into what had been Walt's ass and 
was now, he knew to his shame, his pussy.

Or rather, Damon's pussy. Damon's private property, just 
as Sheila's real pussy was now owned by Brad. The heat 
and force of Damon's eruption was easily enough to set 
Walt off, though his feeble spasms and the few drops of 
thin liquid that dribbled from his cock were pathetic 
compared to the man-sized orgasm Damon was experiencing.

Moments later, Damon pulled his softened cock with a pop 
from Walt's violated man-pussy. Walt was forced to clean 
off the shit-streaked man cream from Damon's soft but 
still large dick. A few minutes later, masses of cream, 
laced with the brown of Walt's churned turds, began to 
ooze out of Walt's asshole. Brad made sure Walt scooped 
up every drop with his fingers and swallowed the mess. 
Again, it was all Walt could do to avoid throwing up, but 
he managed because he know that otherwise Brad would 
carry out his threat to make Walt swallow his own vomit. 
And every moment had been captured on videotape.

Everybody fucked Sheila again at least two times in 
various orifices, and always Walt had to clean up with 
his tongue. Twice more Damon fucked Walt's man-pussy, 
though Walt was unable to mount another orgasm.

When it was all over, Sheila begged Brad to stay. "I need 
you," she said. "I can't live if you don't fuck me 
again."

Brad loved this. "What about your husband," he said.

"I don't care about him. He's a pathetic piece of shit."

"No, Sheila," Walt moaned, softly. But Sheila looked at 
him with contempt. Now that she knew what real men could 
do for her, she realized how worthless as a man Walt 
really was. And after seeing Walt lick another man's 
penis and allow another man to fuck him in the ass, she 
could never again have an ounce of respect for him.

Brad had an idea, to see if Sheila meant what she said. 
There were elegant photographs of Walt and Sheila 
standing on a shelf. He took the picture of Walt and put 
it on the floor.

"All right, if you mean what you say, shit on him."

Sheila smiled. "With great pleasure," she said.

Walt could hardly believe it. "No, Sheila, don't. You 
can't."

But Sheila calmly walked to the picture, squatted over 
it, and after a couple of moments delay and one big, 
noisy fart, dropped a big turd right on Walt's smiling 
face. The intruders laughed hysterically, yelling that 
Walt had never looked better, and making similar cracks.

"Okay, shithead, go clean up the shit from your wife's 
beautiful bottom. It's better than you deserve."

Walt was hardly aware of the horror to which Brad was now 
subjecting him, as he was so dejected by what he had just 
seen his wife do. And, he realized, not because she was 
forced. Because she wanted to. Brad's replacement of him 
was absolutely complete, and all he was good for now was 
to serve as her asswipe. So he kneeled down behind her, 
and used his tongue on her stinking, filthy ass crack. 
The smell and taste were unbelievably disgusting, but 
somehow he managed to do it.

"Just a minute," said Mei Ling. "That bitch is no better 
than he is. They are a pair of shitheads." And she walked 
to the shelf, put Sheila's picture on the floor, squatted 
over it, and deposited two large turds right on her 
smile. Walt was ordered to clean her off as well, and 
submissively, he obeyed.

Brad announced that they would be going. He told Sheila 
that if she wanted him to come back and fuck her some 
more, her husband would have to beg for it. 

Sheila made it clear to Walt she'd walk out on him that 
night if he didn't beg and beg and never stop begging. So 
Walt got on his knees once more. Of course, he promised 
that the next morning, first thing, he would change all 
these students' grades to A. (Ray, Carlos, and Mei Ling 
had all gotten D's.) And he begged Brad to come back and 
fuck Sheila, because he was a wimp who could never hope 
to satisfy her. He begged him to bring Damon back to fuck 
him again. He begged him to let him drink all their piss 
and to eat all their shit. He swore he wanted nothing 
more than to be their degraded sex slave for the rest of 
his life.

And it was the truth.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. 

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