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by Harry Kuntz
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 gayboy 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 shrimpdicked 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
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
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 gorgeious 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's 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
"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 manmeat 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
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
"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
"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
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
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 mancream 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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