Extenuating Circumstances 0103

Author’s Note: This is the third part of a three-part Chapter, so it is highly recommended you read the previous chapters to gain a better understanding of the characters, their circumstances, and their thoughts. This first chapter is a set-up for the rest of the series, which I plan for a 10 chapter series….

Extenuating Circumstances 01 – The beginning part 3/3

Looking up into her high school coach’s eyes, Suzanne immediately felt her crotch heat up as she involuntarily clenched her Kegel muscles, a flood of fluids seeping into her thong. There was not one high school girl—back then or now—who had not had a secret crush on Coach Douglas Rhode. The man was the epitome of masculinity—tall, dark, and handsome, with short military style cut hair, and a muscular body which every female wanted to run their hands and tongues across. He was now wearing a silk buttoned dress shirt that did little to hide his six-pack of abdominal muscles or his bulging biceps. That high school infatuation had not diminished over the years, and Suzanne felt her entire body practically humming at the man’s presence. It took a moment for his words to sink into her comprehension. “I am so glad you waited for me.” Coach Rohde was her mysterious date? Once more a flush of heat suffused her crotch as her body and mind finally caught up with each other and she realized he was the one she had been waiting for. Speechless, Suzanne could only look up at him. Even sitting on the tall bar stool the coach stood over her by a couple of feet. She was powerless to move, his masculine virility almost a physical embrace as it wrapped around her, not smothering, but as if she was cloaked in a warm cocoon. Looking into his endless brown gaze, she felt her breasts tighten, her nipples screaming for release from her dress as her brain echoed with the thought of coach Rohde being her mysterious date. Intensifying her body’s reaction, the coach looked down at her as if she were completely naked, his eyes not missing any detail of her, from the curve of her breasts to the angle of her neck, down to the revealing of her stockings and garter belt—and everything in between. Although the business men in the lounge had looked at her lasciviously all evening, but they each had been like a candlelight of arousal compared to the response her body had from the incredible flash of heat the coach caused gazing down at her. At that moment she forgot everybody, the bartender—who took the coach’s order of a Scotch, neat—her husband, the men around her. Her entire universe focused around Coach Rohde. He could have asked her to spread her legs right there and she would have done so, no questions or sense of propriety whatsoever. “Suzie?” he asked, looking down at her with a grin.
Apparently her reaction was not the first he had experienced from a woman.
“Are you alright?” he asked her. Her voice was hoarse, as if it had already experienced the imagined and anticipated sex the coach would take out on her as she said, “Yes sir.” He smiled, causing another wave of arousal to course through her. She could barely swallow nervously as he moved closer, placing his arm around her. Immediately her skin ignited at his touch. Although several men had touched her similarly throughout the night—most recently Chad’s fraternity friend—none of them had caused the contact to feel like molten lava as the coach’s hand upon her skin was doing. He smiled as she unconsciously leaned into him, her mind wanting to wrap her entire body around him. Thanking the bartender who brought him his drink, Coach Rhode took a sip before smiling back at her as he said, “So I was quite surprised when I found out you were the one I was meeting tonight,” he told her. His eyes made no attempt at hiding his sexual interest in her, the knowledge they were here for one thing and one thing only plainly evident. Again Suzanne’s body heated. She had already resigned herself to go through with sleeping with a stranger, the extenuating circumstances of cancelling the foreclosure on their house outweighing any morals or qualms she had about one night stands or even again breaking her marriage vows. She had already broken her marriage vows with Henry, their elderly neighbor across the street—at her husband’s urging no less—so although the prospect of sleeping with somebody gave her some pause, the threat of losing their home was much worse, so she had agreed. The fact her mysterious ‘John’ was actually her old high school coach was as close to any fantasy she had ever had come true. The only thing that could have made the night better would have been the appearance of the second hottest teacher in school, her other high school crush being upon her math teacher Mr. Delatorre. Whereas Coach Rohde was the epitome of male jock, Mr. Delatorre had been the ultimate ‘GQ’ type man, rugged with a persistent five-o’clock shadow, wavy black hair, and a lean muscular body. Not bodybuilder type muscular like the coach, but in an ‘I don’t take no shit from anybody’ type of physique. Now there was a fantasy, she thought with a smile. Having to please both of her high school crushes was a ‘dark and hidden’ fantasy she had almost forgotten and one she had shared with nobody. It took her a moment to realize the coach was talking as she apologized, asking him to repeat what he said. “I asked what Raimon had over you to get you to agree to this tonight,” he smiled down at her, again the knowledge that she was here to have sex with him clearly evident in his gaze. He waved his drink towards her hand wrapped around her chilled white wine glass, her wedding ring glistening in the light as he said, “I heard you had married David Carter,” he told her. From his tone, it was evident he was not bothered by the fact she was married. In fact, his interest seemed to be even more piqued. Apparently the coach was the type who saw women with significant others as a conquest to be won.
Suzanne took a big gulp of her chilled whine before replying. “Our house is undergoing foreclosure. David was out of work and things got too far behind. This was the only alternative we could find,” she said. The coach smiled as he said, “You don’t seem too upset at having to sleep with somebody outside of your marriage,” he told her. Before she could reply, he continued, saying, “But then you and your sister were always more—open—with your thoughts and morals,” he smiled, again causing Suzanne’s crotch to heat up. “You know, I saw her a few months ago,” he said, abruptly changing the subject. “Your sister, I mean. We caught her performing and I must say you both definitely came from the same mold,” he grinned, his eyes practically caressing her breasts which were revealed to him from her dress. Although her sister’s 36D breasts were much more abundant than Suzanne’s 34C’s, her figure was more petite than Jen’s giving the illusion of them both having similar body types. She and Jen had often joked if her breasts were the size of her sister’s she would have been hunched over for life as she smiled to herself. Her smile was obviously taken differently from the man leaning over her as she realized he saw it as an invitation and acquiescence. She almost gasped as he bent down and whispered loudly in her ear, “I’m ready to leave when you are,” he said, his warm breath heating her ear and sending an electrical charge of anticipation straight to her core. “I’ve fantasized for years about you writhing beneath me as I drove my cock into you, and I find I no longer have the patience to wait,” he told her before leaning back and offering her his hand. Suzanne’s eyes widened as she gulped down the rest of her chilled wine, but she did not say a word as she set the empty glass down and took the coach’s proffered hand, sliding off the barstool to her feet. Although all her attention—her entire universe—was focused upon the touch of the coach’s hand and the knowledge in only a few minutes he would be slacking his lust upon her body, Suzanne was also aware of every man in the lounge stopping what they were doing and looking at her. She had been the center of their attention for the past few hours, so her leaving with a man after all of them had failed was noteworthy, several of the businessmen smiling in appreciation at the knowledge of what would be happening to her soon.
She looked at David, sitting off to the side, inconspicuous other than the heated gaze upon her—but that was no different than any of the other men’s looks as she was led by the coach to the exit of the lounge. She vaguely noted Chad and his college friends were gone, somehow missing their exit—she had been too focused upon the coach’s presence around her to care about anything else. A fire could have erupted around them and she would not have even noticed. Unconsciously she leaned further into the coach’s body, his muscular arm wrapping around her possessively as he guided her out of the hotel lounge and into the lobby, his confidence so palpable he was completely oblivious to the other men’s stares upon them. They were silent other than the ‘clink-clank’ of Suzanne’s heels upon the floor of the hotel lobby as he led her to the hotel elevators, pressing the button for floor twenty. Raimon had told Suzanne and David earlier the room number, 2012, was reserved. David had one of the key cards should something happen, and apparently had given the coach one as well, as he said nothing when the elevator doors closed upon them, sealing them alone in the mirrored car. Suzanne was acutely aware of the large man’s presence as the elevator slowly rose, surprised when the coach reached over to the panel and flicked a switch, the elevator immediately stopping as the alarm began ringing down the shaft. Looking at the tall man with a questioning gaze, he smiled down at her and said, “I find that waiting almost ten years to see that banging body of yours has reached its limit and I can’t wait any longer,” he told her over the din of the elevator alarm. “Take off your dress,” he commanded. She looked up at him, her eyes widening in surprise, saying, “What?” in complete shock. “Here? Now?” she stated as he smiled down at her. The coach looked at her, and she felt her heart flutter at the pure lust in his gaze. “It’s either you or me, and I guarantee if I take it off you won’t have anything left to wear out of here tomorrow,” he grinned at her. Suzanne did not question the man’s words, having no doubts he would rip everything off her if she hesitated too long. Such thoughts raised her apprehension, which only fed her arousal as her exhibitionistic tendencies came to the forefront of her feelings. Reaching up, she pulled the thick ribbon holding the dress up and over her head. As if following the coach’s demands, the dress fell away from her breasts, the cool air of the elevator car hitting them as they were revealed to him. Immediately Suzanne’s nipples tightened into granite nubs as she shimmied the rest of the dress past her hips, the satiny material falling around her ankles. She caught her reflection in the mirror, standing practically naked, her breasts fully exposed wearing nothing but a black garter belt, stockings, a black lace thong, and her high heeled shoes as she felt her crotch become soaked with desire. Suddenly the coach moved, faster than a snake striking, pushing her against the elevator wall. Suzanne gasped, not as much from the cold surface of the elevator car pressing against her back as the coach bending down and taking first one, then her other nipple into his mouth, his hot tongue rasping across the hard nubs while his teeth clamped down upon them. She moaned as her entire purpose became centered on being the object of this man’s desire. She was no longer concerned about the elevator alarm, her public indecency, or even her husband down in the hotel lounge; she was only focused upon her lust.
She was barely aware of the sound of a phone ringing, the coach picking up the receiver and apologizing for accidentally hitting the stop button, telling whomever was on the other end they would turn it back on shortly.
Suzanne merely stood against the wall, panting, her breasts rising and falling to her shortened breaths. Looking down, she saw her nipples glistening in the lights, the coach’s saliva coating each of them. And then the coach turned once again back to her, taking her breasts into his mouth once again. Suzanne was surprised when she felt her stomach tighten, realizing she was on the verge of an orgasm when the coach suddenly moved away, the air of the elevator cold upon the wet tips of her breasts. Suzanne’s mind and body were so overcome with her desire she was completely oblivious to her surroundings, not even realizing the coach had turned the elevator back on until the ‘ding’ of the elevator came to her ears and the doors opened. Vaguely she was aware of them being on the nineteenth floor, but her mind barely registered that fact.
Even then she probably would have simply stood there until the doors had closed had not Chad Mitchell, her next door neighbor’s nineteen-year-old son, stepped into the elevator car with a bucket of ice! “Oh, hey Coach Ro…” he started to say, his welcome to the coach immediately silenced as he saw Suzanne—naked except for her garters, stockings, thong, and high heeled shoes—standing in the elevator car. Her mind clouded by lust, Suzanne watched as Chad’s face went through several phases as his brain recognized first the presence of a woman in the car, then the knowledge of her being almost completely naked, before sudden realization hitting him as he recognized who she was. Her entire body flushed with embarrassment, shame, and mortification, every sensation only fueling her lust and desire, the intensity of her body’s reaction unbelievable as her nipples hardened even further. She looked down where Chad was gazing, seeing her breasts glistening with the coach’s saliva as she heard the coach say, “Well isn’t this a nice little high school reunion,” he laughed as her and Chad stared at each other. Suzanne was like a deer in the headlights, unable to even move until the coach put his arm around her and guided her off the elevator—she had not even realized they had reached their floor. As they walked out of the elevator the coach looked over his shoulder, telling Chad, “Sorry to have to run, but Suzie and I have some unfinished business to attend to,” he told the younger man, guiding Suzanne down the hallway almost naked. She continued walking down the hallway with the coach’s arm around her until they both turned, hearing Chad call out her name. Chad was running to catch up to them, holding out a black piece of cloth and it took Suzanne a moment to realize it was her dress, having forgotten it on the elevator floor! “You might not need this now, but you’ll probably want it when you meet up with Mr. Carter,” he told her with a grin, Suzanne’s body turning pink in humiliation at the young man’s knowing smile, quietly taking the bundle of cloth in her hand as the coach turned her back down the hallway. They stopped at a room, Suzanne seeing the gold numbers 2012, and watched as the coach pushed a keycard into the slot, verifying her earlier assumption he had a key, as the coach opened the room. Suddenly she gasped as the coach’s hand cupped her ass, squeezing her cheeks firmly as he roughly pushed her into the room—but not before she glanced back, seeing Chat watching them intently.
But she had little time to wonder what her neighbor’s son thought as she was pushed into the room, the door closing with a small ‘snick’ as her heels sank into the plush carpet. Glancing around the room, she saw it was a typical higher-end hotel room, consisting of a small sitting area in one corner with a television, a small wet bar where there were several bottles of champagne on ice, as well as the door leading to what looked to be a spacious bathroom. But what dominated the room was the king-sized bed, taking up over two thirds of the room. Suzanne’s heart began to race, both in apprehension and anticipation as she realized she would soon be upon that bed, having who knows what done to her. She jerked in startlement as the coach put his hands upon her shoulders, gently applying pressure. Looking at him, she saw him smiling as he told her, “I think we can skip with any pleasantries,” he said, his eyes practically caressing her body as he pushed her down, “we both know why we are here, so let’s not waste any time.” Suzanne felt a flush of heat through her body, uncertain if it was shame or arousal, as she meekly complied to the coach’s pressure on her shoulders, lowing herself to her knees before the muscular man. Her mouth instantly began to water as she saw the coach’s erection, obvious even through his trousers, and without needing any guidance, Suzanne reached up and unbuckled his belt before unfastening his pants, letting them fall to the ground. Two things surprised her. First the coach was going commando, there being no need to pull away his underpants and lower them, his cock springing out immediately and pointing towards her. But it was the second thing that dominated her thoughts as she looked at the coach’s cock. It. Was. Huge! The coach’s cock was not big in the sense of Henry, whose length often left Suzanne feeling a deep pain following sex due to his continuous assault upon her cervix—although the coach’s cock was at least eight or nine inches and gave Henry’s dick a run for the money. No, what caused her eyes to open wide was the girth, her hand unable to completely surround it as she reached out and took hold of it, moving her entire arm to slowly stroke it. “That’s it Suzie. I’ve been wanting this for years,” the high school coach said. She could only stare at the massive handful of meat, seeming to grow even larger as she stroked it. She was not even aware of the coach reaching down and guiding her head towards his erect cock. Without any hesitation Suzanne opened her mouth, taking the head of the man’s cock into her mouth, surprised when she had to open her jaw even further to get it to slide in as she began sucking the first quarter of his cock. Suzanne was pleased to hear the coach groan in pleasure as her hot mouth engulfed his cock, her satisfaction at pleasing the man causing the heat between her legs to reach an almost unbearable temperature. Using her hand to both steady the salami-sized member as well as stroke it, her lips stretched taut over the soft velvety skin, she sped up her movements, her head bobbing back and forth
in front of him. Once she built up enough saliva in her mouth, Suzanne began to take more of the fat manhood into her mouth, moaning as she became completely absorbed in what she was doing, barely aware of the coach guiding her movements as he moved her head back and forth, his sighs of content accompanied by the slurps and suction sounds caused by her orally ministrations upon his dick. Due to his massive girth, Suzanne was only able to take in a little over half of the coach’s cock—her larynx simply too small for the rest of the massive head to slide in. Yet even that much was apparently impressive to the coach, who told her nobody had ever taken him so deeply than her before. She began target-fixated, totally unaware of her surroundings, her sole purpose in satisfying the coach with her mouth. Using her own saliva as lubricant, she spat upon the shaft, sliding her hand up and down the long fleshy cylinder as she again took him into her mouth, his rock-hard shaft in sharp contrast to the soft velvety skin surrounding it. Drool was pouring down her chin, her saliva dripping not only on to her breasts, but the inside of her thighs as she vigorously worked on the coach’s cock. Suddenly the room burst into song, Lenny Kravitz’ ‘Are You Gonna Go My Way’ playing. Without realizing it, Suzanne sped up her pace to match the song, her head moving back and forth rapidly as she continued to suck her former high school coach’s cock, her jaw becoming sore due to having to open her mouth so wide. “Hello?” she heard above her, the music stopping as the coach surprisingly answered the phone in the middle of her sucking him off. Even without the music, Suzanne kept up the fast-paced rhythm, only half listening to the one-sided conversation as the steady repetitive ‘squilrup-squilrup’ sounds filled the room, escaping from her mouth. “Dude, what’s up?” the coach asked into the phone, keeping one hand guiding her head as the other held his phone to his ear. “Well, you’ll never guess in a million years whose mouth is currently on the receiving end of my cock,” he said, Suzanne feeling even more degraded from the coach’s crude talk. Her attention was drawn back to her blowjob as the coach began lunging his hips forward, his cock getting even firmer within her mouth as he slammed into the back of her throat. “Fuck, close. Try her little sister,” she heard the coach say. Most of Suzanne’s attention was on trying not to choke as he thrusted deeper into her mouth, only half listening to the conversation. “No I’m not shitting you. Look, I’m at the Hilton,” he was saying. “Yeah, that one, room twenty-twelve, just get a keycard from the front desk,” he said as his hips began moving faster. “Fuck, I gotta go, just get here and remember to take the blue pill, Neo,” he said. “Fuck!” the coach cried out, and Suzanne knew he was no longer on the phone as her mouth began to fill with warm thick fluid, the coach cumming into the back of her throat. Suzanne gagged as the coach thrusted his hips forward, his cock blocking her throat as cum filled her mouth. Having nowhere else to go, she felt it spill past her lips and down her chin before she was able to pull back enough to start swallowing. “Well aren’t you the eager one,” she heard the coach say above in her happily, as she sucked on his cock with renewed fervor, her hand squeezing the shaft as she milked more of his bitter-tasting sperm into her throat. “That’s a good girl,” the coach urged her on. Even after he had cum and she had milked him dry, she continued to suck the coach’s fat cock, amazed he remained hard. Her jaw continued to ache, saliva once more drooling down her chin, mixing with the previous spit and saliva, as well as cum, which was dribbling down her neck and breasts.
Suddenly the coach pushed on her forehead, pushing her back as his cock left her mouth with a loud ‘Speluech!’
“That’s enough sucking for now you little cock whore,” the coach said amicably. “Right now I’m dying to desecrate that married pussy of yours,” he grinned at her upturned face.
Nodding to the bed, he told her to crawl on it. Without a word Suzanne complied, kneeling on her hands and knees, her high-heeled feet hanging off the bed. She was surprised when she felt a sharp tug at her hips, the sound of ripping and tearing as the coach tore off her lace thong, not bothering to pull it off her as he stepped behind her, between her legs. At this point Suzanne was wetter than a children’s waterpark, so the coach’s cock met no resistance as she felt him press upon her slit, groaning out loud as the head of his cock began to sink into her pussy. “Oh fuck!” she cried out. “It’s fucking huge!” she said as the coach laughed behind her. Suzanne felt her vaginal walls grow tight on all ends as the large cock entered her, spreading her wide open. Up until now, she had only had David, who was what she considered ‘normal’ and Henry, who although long, was still average sized in terms of girth. Not Coach Rohde, who continued to push forward, steadily entering her, plowing what seemed like a new passage into her cunt. To her surprise, Suzanne suddenly came, her vaginal muscles clamping down upon the large cock inside her as she moaned out loud, “Ohhhhh…shit! Unghkaiii!” The last was her grunt as the coach slammed completely into her, his cock going well past the point her husband could have reached and sinking almost to the point of Henry’s realm—but again, it was the girth of the massive cock that blew her mind, her nerve endings stretched beyond known limitations as she again orgasmed around the monster cock. “Fuck you’re a tight little bitch,” the coach said as he began sliding his cock out, then back in, his rhythm steadily increasing as Suzanne continued to orgasm, his thrusts triggering yet another release within her. Suzanne could not get enough of the coach’s cock as she rocked back, impaling herself on the massive member. The room echoed with her grunts and the ‘smock-smock-smock’ of their bodies hitting each other. Although the coach held her hips, he was no longer moving, instead letting Suzanne fuck him, her petite athletic body slamming back and forth into him.
Her head hung forward, her hair hanging down her face and swaying back in forth in parallel with her breasts, which rocked erratically like obscene inverted jellyfish each time she slammed into him. Suzanne’s body was racked with orgasms, and she lost all track of time, only wanting to prolong the almost infinite stream of orgasms coursing through her being as the large cock slid in and out of her core. Her body was coated with sweat, beads of salty fluid splashing into her eyes, off her nose and chin, tickling her skin as it rolled down her sides and breasts, but she could no more stop her movements than deny herself breathing, slamming her body continuously against Coach Rohde and impaling herself upon his cock. Abruptly she was thrown forward, the coach’s body pinning her to the bed as he began furiously fucking her from behind, his cock plowing in and out of her so fast she could not tell when he was pulling out or pushing in. His entire body practically bounced upon hers, driving it into the bed over and over. Then he slammed into her one more time and she felt an immense orgasm course through her, literally screaming out as her high school coach came inside her, filling her married pussy with his bitter adulterous spunk. Suzanne moaned as the large cock throbbed within her, her cunt stretched so tightly around it she felt every pulse, every twitch deep within her. Although the coach had already cum from her blowjob, it felt like he was emptying a gallon of cum inside her, the hot sensations of each jet of ejaculate sending her further over the edge. “Fuck you were telling the truth! I would have bet everything I owned you were bullshitting me,” she heard a new—and somewhat familiar—voice say behind her. She felt her body shake from the coach laughing on top of her as she heard him say, “Dude, you won’t believe how fucking good she is,” he said as Suzanne felt a bit of pride course through her. “But I think I ruined her pussy for you and her husband,” he laughed as he pulled off of her. Suzanne let out a moan as the fat cock slowly slithered out of her until she felt the cool air of the room blowing upon her bare wet slit. “Shit, you just warmed her up,” the other man laughed. With the coach no longer pinning her to the bed, Suzanne turned around, her eyes opening wide as she finally realized who was in the room. Earlier she had joked to herself saying her fantasies would be complete if her previous Math teacher, Mr. Jim Delatorre, joined them. And now he was standing in the room, in the flesh, while she laid upon the bed, freshly fucked by one of her other high school teachers. And Mr. Delatorre was literally in the flesh, being completely naked, his perfect cock sticking out before him. Suzanne’s eyes were glued to the man’s member, and only one word came to mind—perfect. He was neither too large like the coach, nor too long like Henry, but perfect to his body’s proportion, being roughly eight inches or so long—much longer and wider than her husband David—but something she knew she would be happy servicing. She felt a moment of guilt at her thoughts, knowing she loved her husband. Being here was merely due to extenuating circumstances to resolve their house’s foreclosure, but she might as well make the best of it, she thought, unable to pry her eyes from the perfect cock several feet away. “Hello Suzie,” Mr. Delatorre said with a smile. “I see you have been a good little girl,” he told her with a chuckle. Suzanne’s pussy clenched at the buttery smoothness of his voice. Although Mr. Delatorre had a body that would put any model on the cover of GQ Magazine to shame, it was his voice that turned every woman into a puddle of mush in his wake. After the vigorous fucking she had received from Coach Rohde, she was surprised to feel waves of anticipatory arousal course through her core, her body secreting even more fluids, mixing with the coach’s cum and oozing out her slit. Suzanne felt nothing but lust after being fucked by the largest cock she had ever seen, so even though she was lying naked on the bed before her math teacher, cum from her high school coach leaking out of her slit, she felt no shame or humiliation. In fact, her thoughts were entirely lascivious. “Suzie, why don’t you greet Mr. Delatorre like the proper slutty hot wife you are,” Coach Rohde said. Even being called a slut did not bother her. Had she not come to this hotel knowing she would be fucking a complete stranger—with her husband’s knowledge and agreement? And was she not now naked, in front of two naked men—one of whom she now had a load of cum not only in her pussy be in her stomach? If anything the coach’s words described exactly who she was at that moment. So with a smile and barely a hesitation she got to her knees and crawled to the edge of the bed before she sat up, then slowly slid off the bed on to her knees in front of the other naked man. She smiled happily as her former math teacher muttered, “Holy fuck, that body is banging!” Once more without any hesitation she leaned forward, taking Mr. Delatorre’s lovely cock into her mouth. Reaching around, she wrapped her hands around his firm buttocks, pulling him forward as his penis slid between her lips and into her mouth.
Suzanne felt the man’s hips jerked as her hot mouth encased half of his cock, moaning as he continued to jerk while she slowly sucked the rigid member, guiding it further into her mouth. Her tongue roamed across the velvety skin of his hard shaft and she once again moaned, the salty taste of sweat and pre cum filling her mouth and causing it to water up. “Fuck, this is a dream come true,” she heard the math teacher say, echoing the coach’s earlier sentiments as she felt the familiar sensation of a hand grabbing the crown of her head. Mr. Delatorre began guiding her head up and down his cock, and Suzanne began sucking in rhythm with his movements. Suzanne may have not been able to deep throat the coach, but Mr. Delatorre’s cock, although still bigger than David’s, was more manageable. As her mouth filled with saliva she pushed the fluid to the back of her throat and slowly moved her head forward, loosening her throat as her Math teacher’s dick slid into her larynx. “Holy fuck!” Mr. Delatorre sighed as his cock sunk completely into her throat, her nose pressing against the small patch of pubic hair on his groin. “Jesus, she’s taking the entire thing,” he muttered as he began pumping his cock in and out of her throat while holding her head. “She is the best cocksucker we’ve ever had,” Coach Rohde agreed. Suzanne did not miss the fact the two men were completely comfortable being naked together, the coach’s words only confirming her suspicions this was not the first time the two had shared a partner. The thought of having both men pleasuring her, fucking one while she sucked another, was too much and as her mind wandered, she suddenly realized she needed to breath. Suzanne pushed back on Mr. Delatorre’s hips, his cock sliding out of her mouth with a loud suction sound. At the same time, a large bolus of frothy spit poured out of her mouth and down her chin, then on to her chest as she panted for air. She continued stroking Mr. Delatorre’s cock while she caught her breath, and then without missing a stroke took him in her mouth and throat once again. This time he grabbed her head with both hands, thrusting wildly into her mouth, literally fucking her face as Suzanne now held on to his hips only for support, keeping her mouth wide open as the teacher face fucked her. She was able to breathe as he pulled back, so timed her short breaths to match his thrusts, not doing anything other than concentrating on breathing as the teacher fucked her mouth. Suddenly he slammed into her, grinding her face once more into his crotch as her throat heated up and his hot cum began pumping into her esophagus. But Suzanne was not going to be denied the taste of her favorite teacher’s load, so pushed back, sucking on the throbbing cock as wave upon wave of warm sperm filled her mouth. Surprisingly the math teacher’s cum was not bitter, instead having a sweetness to it that Suzanne found delicious, and with a moan began eagerly sucking his cock, her hand squeezing and draining every drop out of him. “Fuck, she is relentless,” she heard above her as she eagerly drained his cock. Like Coach Rohde, instead of becoming flaccid, Mr. Delatorre’s cock remained rock hard. Having been on the receiving end of Henry when he had taken Viagra, she wondered if the men had prepared beforehand. The thought of both men planning to fuck her all night caused her pussy muscles to clench and she moaned around Mr. Delatorre’s cock. “Suzie, why don’t you come up here on the bed so we can all be more comfortable,” she heard the coach say behind her. Reluctantly she pulled Mr. Delatorre’s cock out of her mouth and turned her head. Coach Rohde was laying on the bed, his large cock sticking up in the air like an obscene flagpole and Suzanne knew she wanted it inside her NOW. Leaving Mr. Delatorre standing by the bed, Suzanne climbed back up on the bed, still in her stockings, garters, and high heels. Seeing the lustful gazes of both men watching her, she decided to keep them on as she straddled Coach Rohde’s waist.
Looking down, she smiled at him as he put his arms behind his head, clearing indicating she was in charge. Suzanne’s stomach did a flip flop. The coach’s actions and her eagerness in fucking him was proof of his earlier statement, that she was a slut, a cock whore whose sole purpose was pleasuring the men in the room. This was not about pleasuring her, this was all about them satisfying their lust upon her body until they were completely spent, regardless of her own release or satisfaction. Without saying a word or even touching her, he was showing how much he was in control by making her do the work. With a mixture of shame and arousal Suzanne reached down and grasped the coach’s hard cock, slowly lowering herself on to him—like the slutty hot wife he had labeled her. Suzanne moaned as the coach’s cock once again spread her completely open, practically cleaving her in half as her pussy stretched wide to accommodate his large girth. Once again it was a testament to how aroused she was, his cock easily sliding into her stretched cunt from her self-lubrication, as she let gravity have its way, dropping down upon the coach’s cock and sheathing the large member inside of herself. Not having had something so large in her before tonight, and in the position she was in, it felt like she had been mounted upon a flagpole. The massive member invaded her completely, cleaving into her as she once again marveled such a large thing could actually fit inside her. Not wanting to let go of the sensation, she began slowly moving her hips forward and backwards, sliding the coach’s cock up one side of her pussy and then down the other. At first her movements were subtle, the coach’s member sliding across her innards like delicate waves, but soon her movements became more pronounced. The coach grasped her hips, as much guiding her as holding her onto his cock, and Suzanne was barely aware of herself moaning uncontrollably as the coach’s massive member slid in and out of her, too intent on fucking him as much as he was fucking her. Before long she realized she needed more, so bending forward and placing her hands upon the coach’s shoulders, she began raising and lowering her body, driving the coach’s cock in and out of her slit, fucking him in pronounced, deliberate strokes. The room was filled with the sounds of sex, the slapping of their bodies against each other, the squishing of Coach Rohde’s cock driving into her cunt, and both their moans as she vigorously rode him, intent upon nothing else around her. She was so intent upon fucking him, she let out a squeal of surprised when her breasts were grabbed. As the coach’s hands were still upon her hips, she realized she had forgotten about Mr. Delatorre! Letting out a large moan as he kneaded her breasts, one hand clamping down upon her hard left nipple, Suzanne leaned back into him, still riding the coach’s cock as another man felt her up. Turning her head to look at him, she moaned as Mr. Delatorre kissed her passionately, his tongue driving into her mouth as she leaned against his bare chest, his hands wrapped around her and kneading her breasts while Coach Rohde’s hands held her hips, raising and lowering her faster upon his cock. The sensation of being sandwiched between two men, fucking one while making out and being felt up by another, was too much for her senses and she moaned into Mr. Delatorre’s mouth as she orgasmed, her pussy becoming even wetter as her muscles tightly grasped the coach’s cock. Suzanne was completely caught up in the sex, being nothing more than a ragdoll to be fucked as she was raised and lowered, impaled over and over upon the coach’s cock, while Mr. Delatorre felt her up and violated her mouth with his own. Orgasm after orgasm passed through her from her stretched twat as the coach’s cock plowed into her. So intent upon the cock she was rising, she was barely aware of Mr. Delatorre breaking his kiss, his hands sliding off her breasts to push her forward. Immediately her mouth was met by Coach Rohde, and with a groan their tongues began dancing within each other’s mouths as his hands continued to lift and drop her upon his cock. Lust was coursing through Suzanne as she eagerly returned the coach’s sordid kiss, while continuing to ride his cock. Her orgasms were practically endless as her entire body quivered uncontrollably while her body was guided her up and down his shaft. Meanwhile Mr. Delatorre’s hands roamed across her body, seeming everywhere at once, making his presence known, but not taking away from the coach’s ravaging of her body. It was like being felt up by an octopus, her former teacher feeling her in places she never would have consented by anybody but her husband only a year ago. Suzanne was floating upon a sea of lust, completely oblivious to all but her body’s releases, the gliding of Coach Rohde’s cock in and out of her slit the center of the universe while his tongue invaded her mouth. Her body stilled before her mind even grasped what was happening, as the coach abruptly put his arms around her back, pulling her forcibly forward as his tongue rammed into her throat.
Then her eyes opened wide as she realized what had caused her body to still, a cool firm sensation pressing firmly against her anus. It was at that moment she realized Mr. Delatorre’s hands were spreading her ass cheeks, firmly gripping her while the coach held her still leaning forward. It was the math teacher’s cock pressing upon her virgin ass! Suzanne screamed “No!” but all that came out was a muffled “Mmoahmm” sound as her face was pressed against the coach’s, her denial undiscernible as she yelled into his mouth. “Shh, just relax,” she heard Mr. Delatorre say behind her as she felt the pressure against her ass hole tighten, her former teacher pushing forward. In the blink of an eye the head of his cock popped into her asshole, Suzanne letting out another cry into Coach Rohde’s mouth. She attempted to struggle, but the coach had her firmly against his chest, and her movements only facilitated Mr. Delatorre’s cock moving further into her rectum. Instantly she stilled. Although she had heard stories on how painful anal sex was, Suzanne was surprised to only feel a profound pressure, not akin to going to the bathroom, only in reverse. Unlike what she imagined anal sex to be like, the taboo nature actually was a turn-on, although she was thankful Mr. Delatorre’s cock was not as big as Coach Rohde’s. As Mr. Delatorre pushed further into her and Suzanne focused upon her ass, she realized it was not altogether unpleasant, the ‘full’ feeling of releasing a long anticipated bowel movement now crossing into a sexual domain. Tenuously she pushed back, feeling the math teacher’s cock slide further into her ass and she moaned into the coach’s mouth, the sensation completely unique to anything she had experienced before, and one completely intimate. She could feel her sphincter stretch, but it was no worse than she had ever felt on the toilet. Once again she pushed back as Mr. Delatorre said, “That’s a good girl, take it slowly.” The thought of having two men’s cocks inside her, one in her ass and the other in her pussy, was too much, and Suzanne again moaned into the coach’s mouth as she pushed back even further. Suzanne realized she was no longer behind held down and raised herself up with her arms, feeling Mr. Delatorre’s hands slide up to once again grab her breasts. “Aw fuck, yeah!” she cried as the teacher pushed forward, the rest of his cock sliding into her rectum as his body pressed against hers, while Mr. Rohde’s cock impaled her at the same time. The coach’s cock slid into her more because of her change in position, the coach not guiding her any longer and letting her dictate her movements. The feeling of being double penetrated was incredible, and it took her a moment to get used to the new sensation, thankful Coach Rohde was content to let her sit with his cock embedded within her as she focused upon her first anal experience. The feeling was amazing, almost as if she were having a bowel release as the Math teacher pulled back, only to have him push forward giving her a completely ‘full’ feeling once again. The ‘taboo’ nature of the sexual act was not lost on her, and added to her pent up arousal. As Mr. Delatorre began pumping back and forth, fucking her ass, Suzanne moaned, once more succumbing to the situation as she gave her body completely to the mercy of the two men. She let out another moan as Coach Rohde’s began moving, the two men alternating their movements, sliding in and out of her orifices, first one, and then the other. After several minutes they began moving in synch, raising and lower Suzanne’s body so their cocks both slid out of her at the same time, then plunged into her again. The unique sensation of having two cocks within her was more than her mind could take and she let out a loud moan, half screaming as her body was once again overwhelmed by orgasms, these even more powerful than before. Her body was nothing but something the men were there to use her mind repeated, her body going completely limp as the men took control, fucking her simultaneously in the ass and her pussy, cascades of orgasms flowing through her. Then the rhythm changed as Mr. Delatorre began moving faster, pushing his cock into her almost twice as fast as Coach Rohde. The disparate asynchronous fucking triggered a new wave of orgasms through her as her math teacher’s body slammed his cock vigorously into her bowels and Suzanne knew he was about to cum, that he was about to christen his sodomy of her. “Oh God yes, fuck my ass!” she cried over the ‘flop-flop-flop-flop’ of their bodies slamming together. All of their bodies were coated with sweat, and as Mr. Delatorre’s body slapped into hers she felt Coach Rohde begin to pump his cock faster within her vagina as well. “Hold it a bit longer Jim!” Coach Rohde said to the other man, “Let’s fill this bitch up together,” he gasped as his large cock pummeled into her as fast as the other man. Suzanne’s body was literally flopping back and forth between the two men, bent over at a forty-five degree angle as her mind and body exploded over and over, another series of orgasms flooding through her at her body’s defilement by the two men. Suddenly Mr. Delatorre let out a loud grunt, his cock slamming into her ass. Suzanne let out an accompanying guttural scream, cumming even harder as she felt his shaft begin to expand and contract against her stretched sphincter as he came. The very thought of a man cumming inside her bowels— that she was no longer an anal virgin, her ass defiled by a man who was practically a stranger and not her husband—sent her over the edge, causing her to cum again and again, her body shaking in an epileptic fit, her mouth hanging open and drooling as she was overwhelmed with sexual release. Through the fog of her passion she was aware of Coach Rohde likewise slamming into her pussy with a loud grunt, the heated feeling deep within her stomach trigging an explosion unlike she had ever felt as he too came, releasing his load of sperm deep within her womb. The very thought of being fucked by two men simultaneously—both coming together within her ass and pussy, her body infused by their cum at the same time—was too much for Suzanne as she let out a scream of release, her mind practically shorting out as she came over and over, her body going limp and held up purely by the two men as her eyes rolled back into her head. How long she was in that perpetual state of orgasmic release she could not tell—seconds, minutes, weeks, or months—but eventually she felt Mr. Delatorre pull back, whimpering at the loss of his cock as it slid out of her ass. She flushed in embarrassment as a loud wet fart filled the room, but neither man said a word or even acknowledged her body’s vulgar expression of air and cum as she collapsed in exhaustion against Coach Rohde’s chest. Their skin was slick from sweat, and she found herself sliding off to the side of him on the bed where she lay in complete exhaustion. Suzanne drifted in a state of delirium, losing track of time as she lay face down on the bed, barely aware of the sensations of cum leaking out not only from her pussy, but from her no-longer-virgin asshole as she recovered from her body and mind having been completely overwhelmed by the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced. She could not believe what had just happened to her, being completely and thoroughly fucked simultaneously by two men—and from the looks of both men’s erections, the night was not yet over! Suzanne rolled over onto her back, closing her eyes as she tried to recuperate from the vigorous sex she had just been subjected. She may have dozed off, as the next thing she was aware of was the bed shifting as somebody moved closer. Still too overcome to open her eyes, she grinned as something firm and wet pressed against her lips.
Without opening her eyes, she opened her mouth and let the hard cock slip past her lips, gliding into her mouth and across her tongue as she swirled it around the hardened shaft. Based upon the size, she could tell it was Mr. Delatorre’s cock, moaning around the hard shaft as she turned to her side, allowing him to slide more of his shaft into her, closing her lips as she began to suck blindly upon the proffered cock. Her mouth was filled with a bitter taste as she realized his cock was coated with lubricant—then her eyes opened in sudden understanding, realizing his cock had just been in her ass! As if reading her mind and guessing her sudden reluctance, Mr. Delatorre’s hips slammed forward, his cock slamming fully into her mouth, impaling itself into the back of her throat. Suzanne was overwhelmed with shock as the teacher’s cock plunged further into her throat, the lubrication allowing him to slide easily past her larynx as he abruptly began to once again face fuck her for the second time tonight. Turning her body to the side to get more comfortable, all she could do is keep her mouth open and her throat relaxed to allow her former high school teacher to have his way with her throat.
She was amazed at how hard he was after just cumming---in her ass no less—as his hard cock plunged in and out of her throat, the loud gurgling and wet choking-sucking sounds filling the hotel room. Her attention was completely absorbed by the cock pumping into her mouth, no longer caring where it had been when she began to vaguely become aware of Coach Rohde’s hands sliding over her hips and ass, gently kneading her ass cheeks. Suddenly she let out a yell of surprise, the sound coming out as, “Archkchtaptak!” as her exclamation was caught within her throat by the head of Mr. Delatorre’s cock. Her cry was soon followed by a guttural moan, again broken by the deep thrust of the teacher’s cock, the sound echoing within the room with a loud, “Mhmuchthukmmm!” What had startled her was Coach Rohde, who had plunged a well-lubricated finger into her ass—her first cry one of shock, followed by a moan of reawakened lust as the well-built man began vigorously plunging his digit in and out of her ass. For the second time not only tonight, but in her entire life, one of the most intimate parts of her body— and one she had never associated with sex—was violated. Meanwhile Mr. Delatorre continued pistoning his cock into her face. To Suzanne’s amazement her mind exploded with release, an orgasmic flood erupting through her from the complete degradation of her body by the two men, one ravaging her mouth without any thought for her pleasure or comfort, the other exploring a part of her that up until tonight, had only been used to relieve her bodily functions. She let out another broken, guttural moan around the mouthful of cock as the coach moved his finger up and down, then to the left and right, contorting her anal sphincter in ways God had never intended and yet sending thrills of pleasure throughout her being. Her body and mind were a whirlwind of sensations, unable to completely focus on what was going on as her ass and mouth were ravished by the two men. Her attention was split between the two ends of her body, much of her attention on breathing whenever the cock ravaging her face pulled back, gasping for a quick breath of air before it plunged back into her painful throat. She groaned when the coach removed his finger, the room echoing with her guttural staccato longing sound, “Unkgachtunhacht!” Momentarily disappointed, she was gladdened when she felt the cool pressure of his finger once again pressing against the puckered sphincter. Suddenly her eyes opened wide as she felt her ass open wider and wider, abruptly realizing it was not the coach’s finger entering her ass, but his large cock! As if given a queue to distract her, Mr. Delatorre grabbed her head, slamming his cock deep into her throat as he began furiously plunging his cock over and over deep into her mouth and throat and all her attention was drawn towards her head and being able to breath. The coach’s cock snaked into her, and Suzanne let out a broken, ‘Unkgach-Unkgach-Unkgach’ mixed moan and grunt around the math teacher’s cock slamming in and out of her mouth. Suzanne continued to groan around the plunging cock of her former math teacher as her ass stretched, and stretched, her sphincter feeling as if it would rip as it was widened further and further to accommodate the coach’s large cock. And yet the sensation was not entirely painful, Suzanne overcome with a completely ‘filled’ feeling spreading through her as her ass finally quit stretching, the feelings now replaced by the slithering entrance of Coach Rohde’s fat cock sliding deeper and deeper into her bowels. Soon the pain was replaced by pleasure as the coach completely sheathed his cock into her ass and colon. Suddenly Mr. Delatorre pulled completely out of her mouth, her eyes opening in surprise as it pulled in front of her face covered in frothy saliva. And then he began ejaculating, large jets of white sperm shooting out of his cock on to her face, into her hair, as well as into her still opened mouth. “Fuck yeah!” Mr. Delatorre moaned as he pumped his cock with his hand, showering Suzanne’s face with warm jets of liquid. But she could barely focus upon what was happening in front of her as Coach Rohde began sliding in and out of her ass, his large cock feeling as if somebody’s arm were reaching into her bowels to grab her stomach. Now unobstructed by Mr. Delatorre’s cock, Suzanne moaned as she panted, grunting, “Oh God yes! Fuck my ass with that big cock coach!” And her former coach obliged, thrusting into her ass over and over, his large cock plowing its way into her intestinal tract over and over. Suzanne’s world flashed into a white haze as the coach reached down between her legs and pressed his fingers upon her clit, triggering another wave of orgasms as he continued to sodomize her, the ‘slop slop-slop’ sounds of his body hitting her ass over and over accompanying her moans and yells. Once again her eyes rolled into her head, cumming intensely as the coach relentlessly fucked her ass. Her mouth still hung open, drool and cum running out of her mouth and down her cheeks as she flopped like a rag doll. She was vaguely aware of Mr. Delatorre rubbing his cock across her face, smearing his cum and her spit all over her cheeks and forehead, but she was too absorbed in her orgasmic releases, too focused upon Coach Rohde fucking her ass unremittingly. And then she grunted as he plunged into her on final time, his entire cock buried within her bowels as he yelled out, “Fuck!” cumming deep within her. Suzanne could only groan as she felt his cock pulse against the tight ring of her anal sphincter, essentially feeling the waves upon waves of sperm being pulsed down his shaft and pumped into her. She laid there for several minutes, one man’s cum all over her face, another’s cock buried deep within her ass. Glancing at the clock she was surprised to see it was already three in the morning—she had been in the room for four hours! In that time she had been thoroughly used, her married body defiled more than anything she could have imagined—and she had loved it. Both men had ravished every orifice of her body, leaving their loads of cum in her pussy, her ass, and her throat. Her skin was tacky and wet with sweat, spit, and their cum, the men leaving their marks not only internally, but externally. She groaned, a small ripple of contractions coursing through her as the coach began to pull his long large cock out of her ass. Suzanne whimpered at the vacancy left by the coach’s cock, suddenly feeling warmth upon her hip. Glancing over, she saw his cock was still oozing a slow stream of cum upon her hip as the coach wiped his cock upon her, covering her body with his defilement—and she loved it. Hearing a noise she turned to look on the other side of the room and saw Mr. Delatorre getting dressed. Soon Coach Rohde joined him, while she still lay upon the bed, naked and reeking of sex, cum leaking out of her ass and vagina, as well as down her face, which she still had not yet wiped off. “Suzie, you have been a wonderful hostess,” the coach smiled at her, “and I will let Raimon know his debt has been paid and then some,” he smiled at her. Suzanne looked up at the two men in slight surprise, having forgotten the reason she was here—not only to save her own house, but to pay off a gambling debt her neighbor bank manager owed to the coach. “If you ever get into debt again, feel free to give us a call,” Mr. Delatorre smiled as he and the coach then left the room without another word, leaving her still lying upon the bed. She must have passed out then, as the next thing she was aware of, was a ‘clicking’ noise in the room. Opening her eyes to the dim light of the room, she was momentarily startled seeing a figure standing over her before she realized it was David. It took her a few more moments before she realized he was holding his phone up, the ‘clicking’ noise his camera. “Raimon wanted proof you fulfilled your bargain,” he said, taking pictures of her defiled body. But Suzanne was too exhausted to care, still in a post-coital bliss. Once done, David stripped down, asking if she was alright. Suzanne gave a noncommittal grunt, saying she would talk about it in the morning. But her husband was persistent, asking if she minded if they had sex. Once again she gave a noncommittal grunt, feeling her husband crawling into bed. She was soon asleep, as she was vaguely aware of David began to fuck her pussy, but after the notable sizes of Coach Rohde and Mr. Delatorre, she was ashamed to admit she barely felt anything, falling asleep long before her own husband finished.