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-------- Anna 3: Anna and the Principal --------

Anna's young son was looking for a cartoon video when he found the stack of photo printouts on the TV cabinet. Curious, he leafed through them. He was amazed to see his mother's face in many of them! But she was always naked! And there were men, one was a huge fat black man! In many of the pictures the men had their things, their wee-wee's sticking out! Except they weren't like his wee-wee: these were big, long, stiff, not short and floppy like his. He looked closely at some the images: yes, it's like he thought: they were sticking their wee-wees inside Mommy!

He took the pictures upstairs, suspecting that he'd get in trouble if his parents saw him with them. He thought to himself: this was grown-up stuff, but he was immensely curious, he'd never seen anything like this. He'd seen his mother naked, and knew her body is much different from his or his sister's. But he'd never seen her doing things like this! And he'd never seen a grown man's wee-wee, not even his daddy's. He didn't know they got so big and long, and so hard they could stick a wee-wee inside his mother! And where was it going? He looked closer and finally realized: it was that slit his mother had between her legs, just like his sister's except bigger, and it had lips that are big and fat and swollen where his sister's were kind of flat. There must be a hole in there! That was where all the men wre sticking their wee-wees! But not always, there were some pictures that were different! He finally figured that sometimes a wee-wee went into his mother's bottom! And sometimes both, two men both sticking their wee-wees inside her! And sometimes his mother was sucking on one just like a popsicle! But why would they want to do all this?

And the men were touching her all over, squeezing her breasts, sticking fingers inside her, lifting her legs and moving her around so they could stick their things in her from every possible way! He knew Mommy let him look at her when she was naked, but she didn't like him touching her, especially squeezing her breasts or touching her between her legs when he was curious. But these grownup men were getting to do all that!

After studying and puzzling the pictures for an hour or more, he decided he needed some answers. But not his mother: he suspected she wouldn't want him to have these and would take them away. In many of the pictures she didn't look happy, she never smiled in any of them, so maybe these weren't good pictures! But yet from all the pictures those men and his mommy must've been doing this for a long time! Why would she be doing all that if it wasn't fun? And the men seemed to be smiling a lot. Except sometimes when they're stuck inside his mommy and their faces were all different, maybe their eyes closed, sometimes their mouths open. He looked through the photos again: yes, sometimes Mommy's face was like that too, eyes shut, mouth open. Almost like his sister looked when they were on a fair ride or when she was riding that horse that time and was so excited and so scared at the same time! So was Mommy really having fun with all those men grabbing her and sticking their things inside her like that?

No, he wouldn't ask his mother; he'd ask his sister. She was a year older than him and knew lots more. Plus she was a girl, maybe she knew why these men would be sticking their wee-wee's in their mother!

His sister wasn't much help. She realized what was happening in some of the pictures: these men were tying her mother up, making her do things she was unhappy with. That was obvious from her mother's expression in so many of the images, sometimes the pain on her face.

And she knew what the men were doing too: she'd already learned about the body parts for boys and girls, and how sex worked. She'd never done it, of course, she was much too young. But she knew how it worked.

These men were having sex with her mother, just like she was sure Daddy does. Except her mother didn't seem very happy. She wondered about the expression on her mother's face in many of the pictures where one .. or even two! .. of the men had their penises inside her. It looked like she was screaming or crying out, usually her eyes are closed; didn't she even want to watch what they were doing?

The young girl leafed through the printouts and found one she remembered in particular, showing her mother's naked body with two men, she thought they're Mexican. Her mother was sitting on one man, her knees spread across his legs. The other man was kneeling behind her, his hands on her hips, and he was pushing up close against her. The girl looked closely: it looked like his penis was sticking straight out, right up against her mother's bottom! Why would he do that? And the one lying down, where was his penis? She couldn't see it in that photograph. She leafed through the others and soon had collected several images all of the same scene, but from different angles and at different times.

Now she could tell what was happening, she thought. The man on the bottom: his penis was sticking up, right into her mother's vagina! In some photos she could see almost the whole penis outside her mother's body, while in others her mother's body was pushed right down against the man's. That must mean his penis was all the way up inside her!

The daughter thought about that. That penis was much longer than she thought they would be. And it really looked hard and stiff too. She didn't realize they would be that big, that hard. And yet her mother took the whole thing up inside her vagina! That impressed the young girl, and she wondered if she would be able to do that once she was grown up.

But the man behind: more images, more angles, and she finally realized with one particularly graphic close-up: the man was sticking his penis, that big long hard penis, right into her mother's bottom! She thought for a second, yes, the anus, that was it. She'd never really seen an anus before, she certainly couldn't see her own because it was behind her, and she never really looked at her little brother's. But there it was, a closeup of a puckered little circle right in the bottom of the crack in her mother's bottom. And the man put a bunch of some sort of oil on her mother's bottom, and rubbed it into the anus, and then he pushed his finger right inside her! And here, he was pushing his penis up against it too! She looked at the closeup: the end of the penis was really different than the pictures at school, bulging, almost like an arrow head or something. And it had a hole in it; well, she knew that because that was where pee would come out. And sperm when a man had sex.

Another picture: the end of the man's penis was pushed inside her mother's anus and she could see the ring, the circle, right around the shaft of his penis! She had no idea a man could have sex with a woman like that, and she wondered what it must feel like. Like going to the bathroom? But the man's penis looked so thick! That wouldn't be much fun!

But who were these three men? And why would her mother be having sex with them? She thought sex was just with someone you loved, like her mother loved her father.

Her little brother was continuing to bug her with questions, who and why and how, questions she really didn't know how to answer for him. She finally just put him off with a "Well, it's just something grown-ups do. We'll learn about all that stuff later when we get older." At his insistence she handed the photographs back to him, not really considering what he wanted them for. He was just curious, she shrugged, and tried to dismiss the whole thing. Actually, she wouldn't have minded holding on to the photographs, to look at them some more and try to understand everything that was going on with her mother and those strange men. But her brother insisted, so she gave them back. Just as well, she thought; she didn't want to get into any trouble with her mother.

But still the knowledge that her own mother was having sex like that with three strange men, right there in her own house .. disturbed her somehow. And the girl knoew her father would not be happy if he found out about it. The girl didn't really know what she could do about her mother having sex like that with strangers though, so she put it aside.

But the young girl couldn't get the images out of her mind. She certainly wasn't going to have sex with anyone any time soon. But when she started, if boys started to want that .. would she have to do what her mother was doing in those pictures? Take big hard cocks inside her like that? Fondle them and suck them? And if she had a boyfriend, and his friends wanted to play with her too, would she have to have sex with all of them like her mother was doing? She opened her houserobe and looked at the slim slit between her legs, trying to visualize a long thick cock pushing up inside her. Gently she slid a finger down and into her vulva, pushing her labia aside as she penetrated herself. It felt good, especially when she touched the little bump at the top she'd already learned to pleasure herself with. It wouldn't be so bad, she thought, to have a boy's penis inside her, and decided to look around for something that might resemble the thick penises being used with her mother. She was curious now as to what that might feel like.

It wouldn't be like she was having sex, not really. She was too young for sex, she knew that. She'd just be playing. Really. But if it felt like when she rubbed herself, or better than that .. well, that would be a wonderful game indeed!

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The young brother wasn't entirely satisfied with the answer his sister gave him, but didn't really care. He was still fascinated with the pornographic appearance of the images, the naked bodies, the first adult cocks and cunt he'd ever seen. And he knew some of his friends at school would love to see something like this too! A couple of them had brought pictures they'd cut out of magazines they found at home, and one of them had a picture of his older brother's girlfriend he'd swiped from his brother's room, where she didn't have any clothes on at all! But none of them ever had anything like this! He decided to take them all to school. And of course he was caught showing them to his friends, and was taken to the principal.

The principal immediately recognized the nature of the photographs and the identity of the woman: this little boy's mother! She'd been to the school before, and he was quite taken with her exotic appearance, her accent, her wonderful figure! He'd often daydreamed about having her for pleasure, and now he saw his opportunity. He was nervous about his plan, to use the images to blackmail the helpless young mother. What if she refused, if she confessed to her husband, if she calls the police and reported him? Looking over the images again, he felt himself harden at the obscene views of her naked body and of all the uninhibited sex the three men were inflicting on her. No, he decided; any woman who submitted to humiliation like that, especially a woman who seemed actually to be enjoying it at times, wouldn't have the courage to fight his threats of exposure. Especially when all he'll be demanding, really, was simply more of what she'd submitted to already.


Several days later the principal called Anna and scheduled a visit at her home to discuss a problem with her son. Concerned, she asked him to visit her right away.

Arriving at Anna's home, the principal accepted the nervous mother's offer for coffee and joins her on the couch in her living room. He admired the good looking woman, very attractive and neat in blouse and skirt. He tried not to stare at her full breasts, modestly concealed within the blouse but the projection of her nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric.

Setting aside his coffee, the principal opens a big manila envelope, takes out the stack of photo printouts, and spreads them on the coffee table. They weren't the originals he'd confis**ted; he was very careful to preserve them. These were copies, but they were still hugely pornographic and unquestionably showed the young mother sitting beside him. Stunned, Anna stared at the obscene images. She recognized them now: from the visitors earlier in the week. She'd forgotten all about them!

"I took these from your son at the school," the principal explained. "He was showing them to some friends."

He frowned at her. "The boys were all very young; I'm not sure they really knew what they were looking at. I don't think any serious harm was done, and I don't think the other boys even recognized the woman in those images as being the boy's mother, as being .. you."

Anna nodded, still shocked, her face red with shame, avoiding the principal's eyes. She was humiliated, embarrassed beyond belief, as he moved the photos around, his gaze wandering from one obscene image to another.

"I can .. make this simply disappear," he said in a quiet voice. "There doesn't have to be an official report, no police need be informed, I don't have to speak to your husband."

Anna looked at him, hope in her eyes. "Could .. could this happen? What you say? I am so ashamed, it is not what you think, this is not my fault!"

"Well, no matter whose fault it is, this is a very serious situation. I would need your .. full cooperation."

"My ... cooperation?" Anna's face fell. What was he asking?

He nodded and smiled. Casually he let his gaze drop to the photos, and then back to her face. Then his eyes dropped down to her breast, her slim body, the tight skirt. Reaching out, he stroked her thigh through the skirt. He saw the young mother freeze at his touch, but she made no attempt to remove his hand, did not even look down. He smiled to himself, knowing her submission had begun, that she was trying to deny what was going to happen with her, what power he would have over her .. and he knew her denial would fail. She would be his, to do with as he wished!

"Yes," he continued in a soft, even caressing voice, "if you .. cooperated with me, were especially friendly with me, could reassure me that .. nothing like this could happen again. We must think of the c***dren, after all." His voice hardened, "... but especially, be friendly with me." His hand slid further down her skirt to her bare knee, and then slipped beneath the skirt hem. Slowly he moved his hand up the bare skin of her thigh, lifting the skirt higher, exposing her slim leg as he pushed his hand even higher.

Anna looked down at his hand and then looked away, still making no attempt to move his hand. She understood clearly now what he was offering, what he was demanding, what the price of his silence would be. Her body, her sex, her submission.

"Be friendly?" she whispered.

"Yes, you could be friendly with me? Perhaps explain how these photographs came to be. Perhaps even demonstrate what these men did to you? I would be glad to help you then. There would be no trouble at all." He slid one particularly obscene photograph on top, with her penetrated by the two Mexicans as her lips circled the fat black cock of the fat man. "After experiences like this .. surely being friendly with me would't be so hard, now would it?"

Anna sat quietly for a moment. It was spelled out now, very clearly, what price this man would demand for his silence. Her mind raced, but she saw no way out of the situation. She couldn't stop the three men visiting her every morning .. but perhaps she could keep her mistake with the photographs from being a disaster. Even though it meant more domination, more submission, more sex, possibly more abuse.

She nodded, and then lifted her eyes to meet his. She could see the excitement in his face, the hunger in his eyes as he unashamedly let them run over her body. A mental image rushed through her mind, of her lying naked, tied, legs spread and lifted, and this man, also naked, smiling, leering as he drove his cock deep into her cunt. A warm flush rushed through her body and she felt herself grow wet, her nipples harden. That embarrassed her even more, feeling her own body's instinctive reaction to the threat, no, the promise, of more unavoidable, unpreventable sex!

She sighed in resignation, accepting her fate. "Yes, I can be friendly," she said softly, turning her eyes down, trying to ignore his hand as he continued to stroke her thigh, closer, ever closer to her wet vulva. "I think .. if you want .. I can show you how every one of these photographs were made. Would you like that?"

The principal smiled in satisfaction: this sexy young MILF was now his! His imagination raced. If she would do for him what she did in those photographs ...!

"Perhaps .. if you would .. undress now? I would like to see you like .. perhaps like this?" He pointed to one image and she stared at it: the image of her tied to the edge of the kitchen door, naked, arms pulled back overhead, her head turned and eyes closed in shame, her full breasts with their hard nipples lifted and displayed, her shaven labia blatantly swollen from her previous sex and excitement, shiny streams of cum dripping down her thighs.

She nodded. Taking a deep breath, she resigned herself to more humiliation, more shame. A new rush of warmth erupted from her groin, upward, and she felt her breasts tighten, her nipples harden. More sex. More orgasms.

"Yes, we could do that." Standing, she unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it to the couch, trying to ignore the man's eyes as he stared at her naked breasts. She unfastened her skirt and let it slide down over her legs to the floor, and then pulled her panties down from her hips, letting them drop as well. Pushing her shoes off her feet, she stepped out of her skirt and panties. She was fully naked now, and her body tingled as she saw the man's eyes roam over her fully exposed body.

She turned and walked to the kitchen, u*********sly graceful in her vulnerable nudity. "That door is here," she pointed. "But I have no rope, I don't think. Do you want to tie me up to the door? We will have to find something."

"Oh, I don't think so, if you would just stand there with your arms up? Higher, stretch them farther back. Oh yes, that is so perfect, so sexy, so beautiful."

She obeyed, trying to avoid his eyes but knowing he was staring at her body, enjoying every second of her submission, her surrender.

"Now if you would .. suck on me? Take my cock out and suck on me!" His voice was more forceful, less polite now, as he became used to his power over the fully submissive mother. "I want you to suck my cock until I tell you to stop. And then I think I will fuck you! Yes, with you bent over the washer there!"

Anna knelt and carefully unzipped the man's trousers. Reaching in, fumbling, she finally found his cock within his boxer shorts and, pulling it out, took it into her hot wet mouth. She knew very well how the next hour or so would go, however long he wanted her, the sucking, the fondling, the fucking, her vagina dripping with this man's cum, the taste of his cum in her mouth as he stroked inside her. And how often would he return? Feeling the wetness and warmth in her cunt, the tingling of her breasts as he began to squeeze and fondle them, the familiar shape of a cock head as it passed through her lips, over her tongue and pressed against the roof of her mouth .. would she want him to stop?

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The principal decided to test his domination and control over his new victim. He arranged to pick her up at her home. When he arrived, he looked at her, neatly dressed in skirt, blouse. He scolded her, that won't do at all, he wanted her dressed far more provocatively. They went up to her bedroom, he forced her to strip, and then forced the naked Anna to go through her closet and drawers for what he thought was more appropriate clothing for their activities that day. He finally settled on a knitted tube top that fit tightly around her full breasts, leaving her shoulders and flat stomach bare. The thin fabric clearly revealed her full breasts, dominated by the lumps of her hard nipples. This was accompanied with a short denim skirt, her daughter's actually, that fit low on her full hips and barely covers her buttocks. Then some awkwardly tall high heels with ankle straps, very sexy. Anna was aghast as she looked at herself in the full length mirror. "I look like a whore!" she protested. "A cheap teenage whore!" She pulled the skirt even lower over her hips: it exposed more flesh around her middle and was almost down to the top of her shaven cunt now, but at least her buttocks and groin were covered .. so long as she didn't sit down.

The principal had been watching her dress and had been getting steadily more aroused. He hadn't planned to have sex with his submissive victim until after the day's entertainment, but this woman was just too sexy, too arousing.

He pulled the tube top up and fondled her breasts with one hand as he groped her cunt with the other; then bent her over and, pulling out his cock, fucked her standing right there by the closet. Anna leaned against the closet door frame, her legs spread wide, opening herself to the hammering cock. As the principle fucked her, Anna grew excited and reached down to stroke her clitoris, to hasten her own pleasure and orgasm. But the principal saw her hand move down and squeezed her breast painfully. "No, no you don't! You stay hot, you stay excited, but you don't come!"

Moaning with frustration, the helpless Anna braced herself against the man's hammering cock, sighing with disappointment as he too quickly came deep inside her body.

Then he made her go to the bathroom and flush her cunt out; he wanted her clean for her other activities he had planned for her. He forced her to turn and squat in the bathtub, enabling him to watch her humiliation.

"What will you make me do?" she asked, trying to ignore the principal's stare as she used a long squeeze bulb to flush out his thick sticky cum from her vagina.

"We're going to a motel I know of; the manager is an acquaintance of mine. We'll get a room. And then you are going to one of the local bars and make friends with a man. Any man, your choice. You're going to bring him back to the motel room, where you'll let him fuck you all he wants. Then I'll bring you home again."

Anna stared at the principal! She protested but he ignored her; she WOULD do what he wanted.

"But .. where will you be when I am with that man?"

"Right there watching."

"But but .. what man would let you stay and watch when he is fucking me? He doesn't know you or me! Wouldn't this be foolish of him?"

The principal shook his head. "I don't think so. I don't look particularly threatening, especially in this suit and tie. I don't look like the police, and besides he isn't paying anything for you, so it isn't prostitution and the police have no charge." He leered at the humiliated Anna. "So far as he's concerned, I'll just be a kinky husband enjoying watching his slut of a wife being fucked by a stranger!"

The principal callously reached out and slid his hand up Anna's naked thigh, pushing a finger deep into her cunt as he stroked her clitoris with his thumb, and smiled with satisfaction as she moaned at the sudden sensation. He'd practiced that move regularly with the woman, not because he cared to give her pleasure or excitement so much, but more because he loved the feeling of power it gave him. And she in turn had learned to surrender, to respond to his touch, her eyes closing at his touch, her head rolling back with a flush at the sexual stimulation, her knees spreading and her hips rolling forward to open herself even more to his probing hand. He loved to do that, if nothing else for the woman's obvious surrender of her body and her lust to his inavoidable demands.

He pulld his mind back to the subject at hand, slowly pulling his finger out of her cunt. A last stroke and pinch of her clitoris evoked a gasp of pleasure as he said, "I know you can convince whoever you find that it's worth his while to take you to bed .. no matter WHO is sitting in the room watching!"

Resigned to the situation, Anna adjusted her revealing clothing once more, trying to cover as much of her ass and cunt as possible. Her whole groin was tingling with excitement from the arousing stroke of the principal's hand. But she knew there was nothing she could do about that: he wouldn't let her masturbate to ease her sexual frustration, he wouldn't fuck her again. She'd just have to bear with it until she could find the man to ease the frustration.

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The principal and Anna drove to the motel he knew on the far side of town. It wasn't the best part of town: some industry, motels for businessmen and transients, and a sprinkling of bars and small restaurants along the street.

Entering the motel office, the principal bargained with the motel manager, a middle-aged Cuban man, to have the use of a room for several hours. He explained Anna is going to be entertaining a friend, he will be there, no laws broken, no prostitution. Just a bored housewife wanting some excitement. The principal knows the motel is used all the time for that. The manager complained, he'd have to remake the room, even if only used for a few hours. (It was a lie: he just wouldn't rent the room and it would be made up the next day by the girls.) They finally struck a bargain: the manager could have his own quick fuck with Anna right now, and then a longer session with her after she'd completed her visit in the motel room. Anna, standing there, was humiliated but couldn't object: she was terrified of what might happen if those photographs were reported. No one would believe her, she believed the principal's threats that she could even lose her c***dren! And the principal had taken more photographs and videos of his own while he had her submitting or helplessly tied. Her positions and actions were, if such a thing were possible, even more degrading and humiliating than the three men fucking her each morning. The principal, it seemed, had far more imagination and interest in degrading her than the three men, who mostly used her for their own pleasure.

Knowing protest or resistance was useless, Anna submits as the manager leads her into a smlal room behind the main office and counter, with the principal following along. She stood unresisting as the manager stripped her, fondling and admiring her voluptuous body. When the manager was ready to fuck her, the principal handed the half-naked man a condom and insisted he use it.

"Why should I use this? I have no disease! I haven't even been laid in six months!" the manager asked in his accented English.

"Because I don't want her full of your cum! She's going to go and find a friend to play with in that room, and I want her nice and fresh, just like she is now."

The manager grudgingly agreed. But he insists that Anna put the condom on his cock herself. She took the condom from him and awkwardly tore open the foil envelope, exposing the circle of rolled latex with its bulbous tip. She'd seen condoms before, of course, and had even been fucked with sheathed cocks, but not for years, not since her youth. Looking up, she saw the manager had dropped his shorts now and stood there nude from the waist down. But her eyes widened as she saw the size of the cock hanging between his legs! It must be 8 inches or more long, and it was not even hard yet! And thick, easily as thick as her slim wrist! She glanced up at his face, only to see a small smile of satisfaction at her obvious shock. The man knew she was surprised at his size and was obviously pleased about it.

Anna sat down on the edge of the bed that took up one side of the room. Clumsily, inexperienced at the task, she took the thick shaft of the man's cock in one hand and finally managed to get the slippery lubricated condom slid over his bulging cockhead. Then, awkwardly, she slowly managed to unroll the full length of the latex sheath down the cock shaft, assisted by the cock's hardening in her grip. The condom was not nearly long enough, only reaching perhaps six inches down the thick veined shaft, with the thin latex stretched almost to transparency around the huge cock.

She knew she was getting excited as she handled his massive cock. Her nipples were rock hard, and she could feel the warmth wetness between ler legs as her body prepared itself for the upcoming sex. It reminded her of her own favorite dildo, and she knew he would pleasure her. She'd been excited ever since the principal had arrived at her home, knowing there was going to be sex. He was very good at pleasuring her: always selfish at getting his own pleasure in her body, but ensuring she was excited, having orgasms, keeping her addicted to whatever he forced her to do. And now, the thought of her having to find a man to fuck her .. that had somehow excited her as well. And now this little man, her being forced to pay for the room she would be using, by giving herself to him as well! But god, the cock he had! She almost moaned with anticipated pleasure.

She started to lay back on the bed, to spread her legs for the manager and his huge jutting cock. But the little man frowned, "No, I don't want to fuck you there, not now anyway. There isn't enough time, and it's hard on my back anyway." He gestured toward a low storage cabinet standing by the door. "Bend over that; I'll fuck you standing up!"

Obediently Anna rose from the bed, turned, and bent over the cabinet, presenting her cunt to him. She could feel his hands on her naked hips, then the feel of the thick latex-sheathed cock pressing between her legs. She spread her feet further, opening herself to him, and then groaned with pleasure and excitement as the manager pushed against her from behind. The first pressure of the cockhead against her labia was normal enough, but then she felt an extraordinary pressure as he entered her, her labia pushed wider and wider, her vagina filled and stretched as the huge cock entered her. She was surprised to feel the difference in the latex sheath around the man's amazingly large cock, the slippery smoothness of the latex sharply different from the smooth silky feel of the usual cock skin. She shook her head u*********sly, saddened by the thought that she would even be thinking of such things. So much sex, so many ****s, so many cocks. How could this be happening to her?

With short steady pushes, the manager pushed himself deeper and deeper into Anna's vagina, an inch or two at a time. She was wet, ready for him, but the sheer massive size and length of his cock made penetration a difficult business. She moaned with groaning pleasure as the sensations aroused her more and more, and spread her feet again, arching her back to position her vagina better, opening herself even wider to the huge penetrating cock.

Finally with a grunt of pleasure, the manager had penetrated her cunt completely, his cockhead pushing hard against the depths of her vagina, against her cervix. Anna groaned with pleasure herself: she'd never felt a cock so deep, she'd never felt so full!

Then with long full strokes, the little manager fucked her hard, easily sliding the huge cock its full length inside her hot wet body. Anna, already aroused by her nakedness, the man's fondling, her handling of his cock as she put on the condom, and the long extraordinarily exciting strokes so deeply inside her, finally exploded in a tremendous orgasm, her knees almost buckling as she came again and again. The man continued with his stroking however, holding her against him with his hands gripping her naked hips, hammering hard inside her now, until finally he groaned with pleasure and comes himself.

Dazed, she could feel the jerks of his huge cock inside her, and a swelling and pulsing as his cum shot out to fill the tiny bulb at the condom's tip, pressed so tightly against her cervix so deeply inside her. She trembled with post-orgasmic pleasure as he savored the feel of his climax, and then she almost whimpered as he slowly withdrew his now-shrinking cock from her pleasured body.

The principal turned her around and, fondling and squeezing her naked breasts, forced Anna to watch as the manager pulled the condom off his still-huge cock. The tip was full of his thick creamy cum.

"Let her feel it, let her squeeze it," the principal told the manager, and smiled with satisfaction as the manager held the used condom out to Anna. She resignedly squeezed and fondled the cum-filled condum between her fingers as the manager held the other end.

"Now take it in your mouth, just the tip." Humiliated but obeying, Anna lifted the used condom to her lips and takes it inside her mouth. Closing her lips around the limp latex sheath, she squeezed the cum-filled bulb inside her mouth, feeling the thick cum squishing around inside the sheath. It was a strange sensation, not unpleasant, but very strange. Meeting the manager's eyes, she saw his slight smile of satisfaction again and knew the promised later session with him would be different. She'd probably have that huge cock (or as much of it as she could manage) inside her mouth and throat; she'd be tasting his cum then, she was sure. And she wondered how long, how often, he'd fuck her with that amazingly huge cock. She could feel her legs trembling again, and yet another rush of warmth up from her already stimulated cunt, at the thought of more sex with this unbelievable shaft.

"Enough, time to get you going, woman," the principal commanded. Obediently she opened her mouth to let the manager pull the used condom out and discard it. Then they both dressed, and the manager got the motel room key and handed it to the principal. The manager appeared satisfied with his first taste of the exciting woman. "Only a couple hours, okay? And you come back here when you're done, give me the key, and then I get to fuck her again like you promised, okay?" The principal nodded; no matter to him how often this submissive woman got fucked, or who fucked her, just so it didn't interfere with his own pleasures. And it was cheaper to give her to the manager for whatever perversities than paying for the room.

Anna's knees wre still shaking from her orgasm, her whole cunt from her stretched labia down to its depths aching from the huge cock pumping inside her. She trembled, wondering again what it will be like when the manager had the time and leisure to thoroughly enjoy her to his full pleasure.

The principal pushed Anna ahead of him and they walk up to the motel room. It was much as expected: a double bed and end table, television, a padded chair and reading table, a simple but clean bathroom. The principal pulled the cover and blankets off the bed and piled them to the side. "No need for these; all you'll need is clean sheets. And maybe a pillow for under your ass if that's what the guy wants."

Anna looked around the room, trying not to look at the bed. She knew what was going to happen, where she'd soon be: on her back on that bed, with a complete stranger fucking his cock into her body! And whatever else he wanted to do too! She felt her knees getting weak again as a rush of warmth floods from her groin, and she knew her cunt is soaking wet. She hated the idea of sex with a stranger like this, actually having to go and beg someone to go with her .. but the anticipation of the sex itself was tremendously arousing.

The principal walked out with Anna and pointed out the bars on the street. "One of them, any one. Find some guy that appeals to you and invite him to go back to your motel room."

"But .. what should I say? How do I ask such a thing! No woman does that, not even in these places, unless she is a whore and wants money."

"Tell him you're a housewife, bored, looking for some excitement. You have a motel room across the street, and he would have an hour or two to do anything he wants with you. That should get his attention! It shouldn't be hard: you're a real fox, sexy, and the clothing tells it all! Just stick out your breasts and lick your lips, he'll follow you anywhere!"

Anna nodded. She was terribly nervous about this, she's never done anything so scandalous .. but it didn't seem so hard, now that she thought about it. She'd flirted with men before at parties and clubs, she'd even gone home or to a room with some, men she found attractive. And she'd found pleasure too in their excitement, in the sometimes almost anonymous sex. Before she was married, of course. This wouldn't be so different. Except this would be a complete stranger. And the principal would be watching everything. Still, after everything that had been happening to her in the past months, it wouldn't be so bad.

"All right," she said. "I will do it. And you will be in the room when I get back with this man? How do I explain that when he sees you?"

"You stop outside the room and you rub up against him, play with him, let him play with your tits, whatever. Get him good and hot, let him know you're hot too! And then tell him there's just one more little thing: your husband is in the room, he likes to watch. If the man objects, you just reassure him that it's perfectly safe, you've done this often before. Your husband is a very quiet man, no problem, not nearly as big and strong .. you know what to do, what to say! Make the man feel confident, keep fondling him and turning him on. He'll come in, I have no doubt!"

Anna walked across the street, nervous in her blatantly sexy clothing. Stopping outside the closest bar, she looked at her reflection in the glass, pulled her skirt down low on her hips again, adjusted the skimpy knitted top, and wished for just a moment that her nipples weren't so hard from her excitement and nervousness. Satisfied, she entered the bar, ignoring the hard stare from the bartender. The place was almost empty, only two men sitting apart at the bar and a couple toward the rear at a table. Anna picked the large good-looking 30'ish man, the closest to the door. He was sipping a beer, wasn't smoking, neatly dressed, hair cut, shaved. He looked fit too, she decided: his forearms and hands were strong, his shoulders were broad, she didn't see a pot belly from where she stood. Yes, she decided, it would be him .. if he only said yes. She could feel the excitement again, a warmth deep in her groin. Her face flushed and she felt her breasts tingle, her nipples tighten even more under the knitted top.

She walked up to him, looked up into his eyes when he turned to stare at her, and smiled. "Hello, my name is Anna. Can I talk to you for a second?" She thought for a second, oh no, I should have used a false name, but no matter.

She saw suspicion in his eyes for a second; he glanced around the bar and toward the door. Good, she thought, he is smart, careful.

"Sure, Anna, I'm Larry," he responded, finally smiling in a friendly fashion. "What can I do for you? Buy you a drink?" He started to gesture to the bartender, who was watching this interaction closely. Anna could almost see his big ears wagging and tried not to laugh. She was feeling better, now that this had begun, more confident. If only her nipples weren't so hard: she could see their shapes bulging the fabric of her top and knew that everyone else could too. Well, no matter.

"No, I do not need a drink, thank you very much." She paused, and then took a deep breath. "I would .. I would like to invite you to come visit with me. The motel across the street, right there. I have a room." She gestured toward the front of the bar. "It would be nice if .. we could spend some time together? If you aren't busy? If you have an hour maybe? Or two?"

Larry stared at her, amazement in his face. Obviously this was not the kind of invitation he got every day.

"You want .. visit? Spend some time? With you?" He wasn't exactly stuttering, she thought, trying not to smile, but he was certainly surprised.

"Yes. You and me, just be together for a while. Maybe get to know each other? If we like each other, maybe be friends? Good friends?" She felt better with this approach, more casual, less blatantly sexual. She was always better flirting with hints, instead of waving her tits in front of a man's face like some of her friends would always do.

She nodded and smiled, looking coyly at him with big wide eyes. "I think we could be friends, don't you? I have made friends like this before. I do this sometimes, meet a nice handsome friendly man, visit for some time. It can be very fun!"

"You do this?" Larry cleared his throat and hastily took a sip of beer. "You .. you've done this before?"

She lowered his eyes and glanced at him, pretending to be embarrassed. She'd moved closer to him and was pressing her breast against his arm.

"I must be honest, okay, Larry? I really want to be honest with you." She glanced down and then back at him, pressing her breast even harder against his arm. "I .. I am married. I know, it is so bad of me, a married woman talking to other men .. but sometimes my husband .. well, he doesn't .. pay attention to me, you know? He is not a bad man, he is maybe just bored with me, not so interested. And he is a very understanding man too, he knows that I .. I have needs, maybe it would be good for me to go and find a new friend for an hour or two? He doesn't mind this, really. He drives me here, he pays for the motel room. This is all okay with him, really! He just wants me to be happy, I know."

She smiled up at Larry again. "Wouldn't you want me to be happy too?"

"Damn!" Larry whispered to himself and took another gulp of beer. Then he glanced beyond Anna. "Hey .. Joe, I was wondering where you were."

Anna turned around and there was another big man seating himself in the barstool next to her new friend.

"Joe, this is .. Anna, right? Anna, this is Joe. We usually come by here to have a beer or two and relax."

Damn, Anna thought to herself. This man was NOT alone, he is here with a friend! What do I do now, she thought.

Larry leaned over toward his friend and said in a very soft voice. "Anna would like to be friends with me." He glanced down at her. "You don't mind if I tell Joe here about what you were saying?"

She shook her head, biting her full lower lip. What was going to happen now, she wondered. It was such a good plan, going so well, she had him right there in her hand. And now this Joe person!

"Anna likes to come to places like this and make new friends. You know, to be really friendly with? For an hour or two? Visiting with her in her motel room across the street?" Larry glanced down at Anna as if to make sure he was getting it all right. Biting her lip nervously, she nodded, still avoiding meeting the newcomer Joe's eyes, pressing even closer to Larry for reassurance.

"So I was just thinking that would really be a nice idea, to have a nice private visit with a pretty girl like this, get to know each other, you know? You see any problem with this?"

Joe looked down at Anna, his eyes running over her body and the sexy clothing. "Look, Anna .. don't get me wrong, okay? I don't mean to hurt your feelings or anything. But you aren't a pro, are you?"

"A .. pro?" Anna finally turned to meet his eyes. "I don't understand."

"A hooker, a whore, a prostitute. I mean, your clothing .. just coming up to a guy in a bar and wanting to take him to a motel room. That's not how it usually goes around here with nice girls."

Anna nodded. "I am not offended, I understand why you worry. And I will be honest with you too, just like I am with your friend Larry. I do not lie to Larry or you, I do not want his money. I am no whore, I am a married woman who just wants pleasure because my husband is bored with me. There, is that honest enough? I just wanted your friend to come and play with me, pleasure me, enjoy me. And me enjoy him! There is no harm, no danger. I cannot hurt him."

Joe looked at her and exchanged glances with Larry. "Damn, Larry, you know .. I'm about half ready to believe her!" He looks at Anna again. "Why the clothes, the top, that skirt with your ass hanging out? I know you got nice legs, I was checking them out when I was coming back from the john .. but I didn't expect to see them all the way to your butt and crotch!"

Blushing, Anna pulled again at her skirt, trying to move it even further down over her full hips. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "What I wear is not really my idea. My husband .. he thinks if I dress very sexy like this, if I show men everything .. that it will be easier for me to, you know, get their attention?"

"Your husband?" Joe asked.

Larry interjected, "Yeah, she was telling me about that. I think she really is being honest. Sounds like her old man isn't giving her what she needs, but he doesn't mind if she finds it somewhere else every now and then." He glanced down at Anna and smiled wryly. "I'm sorry if I put it crude like that, but that's pretty much it, right?"

Anna nodded. "Yes, that is it. Pretty much. There are other details," she said softly, "but they were not important right now when I just wanted to meet you."

"So what do you think, Joe?" Think I should go pay a visit with our new friend here? I can't see any real problem with it, might be a hell of a lot of fun!" He looked down at the voluptuous Anna, and he and Joe exchanged meaningful glances again.

"Yeah .. still ..." Joe looked thoughtful for a second as he took a sip of beer, and then said to Anna, "Look, how about you having two friends? Both of us visiting? I don't feel real good about Larry just going off with a complete stranger and all. He's kind of the helpless type and might get in trouble!" He grinned at his friend, who laughed at the joke. There was obviously nothing helpless about the big Larry.

"What do you think, Larry? Would you mind having me along on your little visit? I could just sit and watch. Hell, I wouldn't even make fun of you .. much!" He grinned at his friend again. "But I would feel better coming along. You know, just to be sure."

Larry looked down at Anna. "Joe's really a nice guy, honey, even if he does give me a hard time. It wouldn't be any problem if he came along, really. I wouldn't mind, anyway. Would it be okay with you?"

Anna nodded, relieved. This wasn't so bad, she thought. She still didn't know how she would tell two men now about her 'husband' waiting in the motel room, to watch her having sex with her friend. But she would handle that when she must.

She decided to richen the treasure, to offer as much as she could now, to offset the possible problem with that watching 'husband.'

Looking up at Larry, she said "There is no problem with your friend coming with us. In fact ..." She pretended to hesitate from embarrassment or nervousness. "If he wanted to .. visit, make friends with me, enjoy my company as well .. Not just sit, but maybe play with me too? Share?"

She turned and looked up at Joe, meeting his eyes, and then arched her back a little, throwing back her shoulders, pushing her full breasts out at him just a little, displaying herself to him. "If you would want to enjoy me as well, Joe, if Larry would share me with you .. that would be .. very very good I think. Very exciting. Yes, I think I would like that very much!"

She held her breath; what would these men decide? She was aware of the bartender standing a little closer, frozen. It was obvious that he'd heard enough of the conversation and knew what was happening. His eyes were big, his mouth open; it was like he wa's waiting too for the surprise ending to a movie!

Joe nodded and looked over at his friend. "Well, buddy .. we've never done anything like this before, that's for damned sure! But I tell you, looking at this woman .. I mean, look at her!" The two men ran their eyes up and down her body. "I'm game for sharing if you are!"

Larry nodded and grinned. "Joe, old buddy, I was hoping you'd say something like that. I sure didn't want to miss out on what might be the craziest thing I've done yet ... but I was hoping there was a way you wouldn't miss out either!"

He stood, drank the last of his beer and extended his arm to Anna. "My dear, if you'd like to go now .. I think making friends with a beautiful woman is an excellent way to spend some time!"

The two men, grinning broadly, escorted Anna out of the bar, leaving the bartender staring at her long slim legs and shapely naked bottom, visible again beneath her short skirt at each stride.

What the HELL just happened here, he thought to himself, as he poured himself a shot of the good whiskey.

---

As she walked up to the motel door with her two men, Anna glanced over at the office. She could see the Cuban manager standing outside, staring at her. But he made no objections at her visitors, just watched her quietly as she stopped outside her motel room.

Taking a breath, she knew she must now do the hard part.

"Larry, Joe, I promised you I would be honest, and I have been. Except there is just one more small thing."

The two men exchanged cynical glances; Joe grinned and shook his head, "There's ten cops from the vice squad inside and we're all going to jail, right? Or you're just f******n? Or you're a Russian spy and want us to steal a submarine?"

Anna couldn't help herself; she burst out laughing, both from her nervousness, the tension, and the unexpected joke.

"No no, nothing so bad. And I am not f******n, although thank you very much!" She curtsied and then pressed up against Larry as she gave him a kiss on the cheek. "And I don't know any police, and I certainly do not want a submarine, no matter how you get it!

"But there is a matter. You remember, and Joe maybe you didn't hear this, but I tell you now. My husband, I told you he is very understanding, makes me free to have friends like you, to spend hours being pleasured by even a man I do not know very well."

She glanced up at both of them and licked her lips enticingly. "And pleasuring that man too, or maybe even two of them? All that they wish or imagine, anything I can do that they enjoy? And they maybe enjoy me too, two taking turns, sharing, giving me so much pleasure that I go crazy a little maybe?

"So my husband gives me this, no problem. And I give him what he wants when he is interested. That is not so often, I am sorry to say, but that is not your problem."

She took a deep breath and then gestured to the door. "The problem is who is in that room. Not a big problem, not really a problem .. but you must know."

The two men looked at each other and then at Anna again. "Okay," Joe responded. "No more games. Who IS in that room?"

Anna sighed. "My husband." She could hear each man take a breath as they turned to face the door, instinctively preparing for .. battle? Challenge?

"No no, it is not like that!" she pleaded. "My husband is not very interested in me usually, this is true. But he is maybe a little, what would you say, kinky? Just a little? He comes and insists on watching as I enjoy the man I have found. At first no, he would wait in the car. But maybe the third time, he decided he would watch. And he came up and knocked on the door. And when the man answered, my husband introduced himself and told the man it was his wife inside, and he was not angry and there was no trouble, but he would want to watch.

"I think the man was so surprised that he just let my husband come in. And my husband sat down and just smiled and said 'Please continue.' So the man did, and that was that!

"So ever since then, I must explain to the man with me, and now to you both since you are both with me, that my husband will be there. He is civilized, quiet, he will not even say hello unless you wish to. He will simply sit there in the chair and watch whatever we do. This is what he enjoys, this is the price he asks for me to find my pleasure this way."

She looked up at each man, pleading in her eyes. "I DO hope you will both agree to this, please? I am so excited at the thought of you being with me, all the things we will do, how exciting for me when you take turns with me, you both seem so strong and fit! I will be crazy with passion, I know, and I will probably be a very bad girl and let you do anything you can imagine! And I will do anything you want! But please, say it is okay and you will come in with me? Even with my husband watching?"

The two men exchanged glances.

"Okay, I thought it was weird before," Joe said, but then he shrugged. "What the hell. It's not like the guy's gonna cause any trouble. There's two of us and unless he's absolute hell on wheels, we'll be okay. Worse come to worse, we just put our pants on and get the hell out, right?"

Larry nodded. "I think you're right." Reaching his arms around the worried Anna, he gave her a hug, kissed her forehead, and then slid his hands down to her bottom. Sliding them beneath her short skirt, he fondled and squeezed her round firm buttocks. "I've been thinking what it would be like to see you without any clothes at all! Seeing you in bed. Seeing you on the end of my cock." He glanced at his buddy, "Even if that means having to see you on the end of HIS cock!"

"So yeah, I'm good with this. Come on, let's go on in. But .. if it's all right with you, I don't want to be too damned civilized about this situation. I don't need any introductions. Your husband wants to watch, fine. Just so he doesn't want to join in. He just sits over there, minds his own business, no problem. But it's gonna be like he just isn't there, okay? Anything else happen, we're outta there!"

Anna nodded and smiled timidly. "Nothing else will happen. It will be you and me and Joe, everything we want, so much fun and excitement and sex." She looked at her wrist and realized she's not wearing her watch. "What time is it please?" she asked the men.

"Almost 11," Larry answered.

Anna smiled, the desire and lust starting to appear on her face. "Well I must be finished here at two o'clock. So you only have three hours to fuck me! Maybe we should start, okay?" Flashing a broad inviting smile at the two startled men, she turned and knocked on the door. It opened, the principal nodded to her, glanced at the two big men standing behind her, and returned to his chair where he sat quietly.

The two men entered, looked carefully at the sitting man with his good suit and tie, and then turned away. Anna had already pulled off her clothing and had bent to unstrap her high heels, a particularly sexy and graceful stance. Standing nude in the middle of the room, she smiled at the two men and kicked her shoes away.

"Quickly, your clothes! Get undressed! Do I get to choose who is first? Do you want to decide, to gamble for me? In my home we have Rock Scissors Paper to decide these things! Or you flip a coin like at football game?"

Thoroughly excited now, the naked woman stepped over to the bed, lay down in the middle, and struck a particularly inviting pose, one leg raised to display her cleanly shaven labia, just barely pulled apart to show the pink tissues of her vulva. She used her hand to cup and lift one full breast.

"Hurry! I am waiting, and I want you both so badly!"

"You got a coin?" Larry spurted out as he started pulling off his shoes.

"Screw the coin, pal," Joe replied with a grin. "Go for it! Fuck her as long as you want; I can wait my turn. Hell, you attracted her in the first place; this is YOUR jackpot! I'm not greedy!"

---

Several hours later, when the men had left, the principal took the thoroughly fucked Anna down to the office to turn in the key. The manager demanded his final payment and led Anna into the small room behind the office where he usually slept at night. Anna was exhausted from a solid three hours of heavy sex, but went with him willingly. She just wanted the day to be finished, and if the little man with the horse cock wanted her .. well, so be it.

The principal stayed out by the office counter. He wasn't interested in watching anyone fucking the exciting Anna, not for a while anyway, not after three solid hours of the two energetic men sharing her, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm, in every imaginable position and combination even he could imagine (and several he'd never thought of himself).

He could hear a soft groan of female pleasure through the thin wall and even thinner door, and knew the manager had begun to take his price for the motel room. He remembered the amazing sight of that huge cock pushing, inch after bloated inch, deep into Anna's unresisting cunt, and knew that was exactly what was happening again. He heard Anna's voice in a long sigh, almost a soft wail, of pleasure, and imagined she now had the managers full cock within her.

And then a slow regular slapping sound, flesh against flesh, slow and steady, with louder moans matching every slap. He wondered what they're doing and found the imagining of what was going on to be just as stimulating as actually watching! Especially now that he had so many actual memory images of Anna in full passion.

Two figures appeared in the glass entrance door. When they entered, he saw it was a middle-aged man and a younger woman. They looked oddly at the principal; in his coat and tie, nice shirt, expensive cufflinks, he was not the usual low rent motel manager image. "We'd like a room please," the man asked quietly. The principal shrugged and decided to take care of the customers himself. He decided to give the Cuban manager a break, spare him from what would be a most unwelcome interruption. He could hear the slapping sounds more clearly now, Anna's moans were louder, and there was a squeaking, bed springs or frame. He could barely hear Anna's voice now, her moaning interspersed with the dirty words and sexual demands he'd learned she was so prone to use as she grew more and more aroused. "Ohhhh .. oh god, yessss .. aaaah .. aaaaaah .. aaaaaaaaah! Oh god, don't stop, keep fucking me, oh yes, deep, deep, you're so deep!" The bursts of words in time with the slapping.

The principal visualized the voluptuous excited Anna lying on the small hard bed, naked of course, legs spread, arms held over her head, as the Cuban manager drove that unnaturally long thick cock deep into her body with heavy unceasing strokes. He found himself getting excited, and then pulled his attention back to the couple standing in front of him.

It was obvious that they too were hearing the sounds from the next room, and there was no question from their exchange of glances and the woman's blush that they recognize the sounds for what they were! The principal smiled to himself; he had just thought of a game, a joke to play. He was surprised at himself; he usually was not the playful joking type. But this was too good to miss.

"Ah yes, sorry, I was distracted," he said to the couple as they stood there, their eyes on the closed door behind him, obviously concentrating on the sounds of uninhibited sex.

"You want a room. Yes, a double bed I presume? Will this be just for tonight, or longer?"

The man pulled his attention back to the principal with a jerk. "Uhhh .. actually, we just want to .. rest a little this afternoon. Would I be able to get the room just for a few hours?"

The woman was still distracted, listening closely to the sounds of female passion and demand from the next room.

The principal frowned, "Well, our custom is normally a full night's rent, until noon tomorrow. However .. it being a special occasion, I'm sure the manager would like me to give you both a special deal."

He glanced down at the couple's hands. She was wearing a diamond wedding and engagement ring set. His hands had no rings at all. That's interesting, the principal thought. He was sure now that this was one of the couples who so commonly used these motel rooms for a short midday rendezvous.

"You must excuse the disturbance," he murmured quietly. The moans from the next room were even louder, "Ohhhhh god! Fuck me harder! Ohhhhh Ohhhhh .. Aaaaaaaaah! I'm coming, oh god you're making me come, oh don't stop don't stop don't stop don't stop!" The words were faster and faster, matching the slapping noise as the manager sped up his stroking to bring himself and Anna to a peak. And then a woman's voice in a long drawnout cry of passion, unmistakable, broken only by gasps for air. The slapping and squeaking sounds had stopped, and the principal visualized Anna jerking beneath the cock buried to the hilt in her cunt as she convulsed in a powerful orgasm.

The man was staring at the door again; the woman had never taken her eyes off it. She was breathing fast now, her face flushed and lips swollen with excitement. She was clutching the man's arm, pressing it against the side of her breast, and the principal saw her shifting her hips, working her thighs together.

The three of them stood there, all waiting for .. something .. and then the slow slapping, the bed frame squeaking, resumes. Anna's voice is heard, "Ohhhhh ohhhhh .. oh god, I can't, I can't do it again, ohh god, you're deep in me again. Ohhhhhh .. noooooo, don't stop! Don't pull out! What are you doing ..." There's a pause, and then a long groan of excitement. "Oh god, you're in my ass, you're fucking my ass! Ahhhhhhhhh!" A long cry of excitement, drawn out for seconds .. and then the soft slapping sound resumes, very slow at first. And the female groans of passion, soft at first and then louder and louder. Lost in the sounds, the principal could imagine: the naked Anna, rolled on her front, her full buttocks shining in the dim light, crying the long cry of passion, pinned beneath the manager's thick cock shaft as he slid it through her tight asshole and deep into her bowels. And then her soft cries, each timed to a stroke into her body as he fucked her ass over and over and over.

The couple were frozen, listening. The principal could see the man's arm around the woman, his hand enveloping and squeezing her breast. She didn't care; her eyes were blank, her mind totally absorbed with the sounds of a woman being given extreme, almost unbearable pleasure.

"Aaaaaaaaaaah! oh .. god .. I .. come .. Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!" Each gasping word driven out by a deep cock stroke, punctuated by the slap of flesh on flesh, and then the long drawn-out cry as Anna exploded in yet another indescribable orgasm.

The air was quiet for a moment, except for almost inaudible whimpers.

The principal looked at the couple and played his joke.

"My wife," he said softly. The couple jerked their heads around and stared at him. He pointed his thumb over his shoulder at the door and the soft whimpers of satisfied passion. "My wife .. I give her a special treat."

The two said nothing, just glanced at the door and then stared at him again.

"You ever hear of Cuban superman?" The principal faked a slight accent now. "Men in Cuba in the 50's, would put on shows in Havana for rich men and women?"

The man stared at him, thought for a second, and then nodded. The woman blushed and nodded. "They were .. superman for their sex acts, weren't they?" she said shyly, avoiding the principal's eyes.

The principal nodded. "Yes. Well, after the revolution these men had no work. Some came to America, with their families. It seems that their skill, their ability, their size? ..." He looked blankly at the couple. "It is hered