Intruders
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Sometimes Walt hated his job as a high school teacher. He felt that way as he watched Damon swagger out of his office and Brad swagger in. Both of them were there to complain about the F's he had given them. Neither one of them had done the slightest bit of work in his course, and when they bothered to show up at all, had been rude and disruptive. But they didn't believe he had the right to give them F's, and they felt no compunction about displaying their anger.
Damon was a big, muscular, handsome youth of 17. How could a person that masculine be gay, Walt wondered. Damon flaunted his homosexuality, feeling up and harassing the straight kids at will. No one dared challenge him, because Damon was one of the leaders of the toughest gang in the school. "Gay," Walt thought to himself. "You can't even call them homosexuals any more, much less queers or fags." The idea of even touching another man's penis filled Walt with disgust. He didn't even want to think about what else they did with each other.
Brad, also 17, was the boss of the same gang. Taller and stronger and more handsome even than Damon. "Christ, he looks like a movie star," Walt thought, as Brad entered. "Jesus, no wonder the women fall all over him." Brad always seemed to be in the company of several women, some students, some older, but all babes.
Sometimes Walt envied a person like Brad. He wondered what it would be like to have such appeal that he could fuck women at will. Walt and his wife Sheila had both been virgins when they got married, and neither had had any sexual experience outside their marriage. Walt couldn't help regretting what he had missed, though he knew he never would be unfaithful to Sheila, even in the unlikely event he had the opportunity. Sheila was 46, the same as Walt, but didn't look a day over 30. She still had a spectacular figure and was just as drop-dead gorgeous as the day he first saw her. Sheila taught in the same school, but she didn't have the same problem keeping discipline that Walt had. Her large, firm breasts and beautiful face kept the unruly students in line.
Walt explained to Brad, as he had explained to Damon, that he could not pass a student who did absolutely no work in his course and could not even behave. Brad gave him a look of such intense hostility, that Walt couldn't help shuddering. "You'll be sorry, you piece of shit," Brad hissed, and abruptly walked out.
Walt was still shaken by these interviews when he got home, but the sight of his beautiful Sheila cheered him up, as it always did. God, he loved this woman. She was everything to him. Walt knew that to any other woman, he would be considered a wimp. Even after all these years of marriage, he could still not quite believe that this gorgeous, wonderful woman loved him as he loved her.
Sheila had prepared a special dinner for Walt. It was the 13th of the month, Walt's birthday. Not only had she made all his favorites, she had dressed herself up in her sexiest outfit. Walt and Sheila did not have sex too often, because Walt had difficulty getting an erection more than once every one or two weeks. They had been saving up for this night for three weeks, and each of them was looking forward to bedtime.
But just as they were finishing up dinner, the front door flew open. In their part of town, there was no crime and people never locked their doors. In marched Brad, Damon, and three other teenagers, one of whom was a girl, a beautiful Asian girl. The other two boys were almost as tough looking as Brad and Damon, though not as good looking. Walt and Sheila had never seen human faces as filled with hostility and menace as these five youths showed.
Brad, who was obviously in charge, walked over to where Walt was sitting, jerked Walt's slight frame out of his chair with an easy motion of his hand, and yelled into his face: "Are you going to do what you are told, or do we have to tie you up?" For good measure, he gave Walt a blow in the stomach. Although he pulled his punch, it was easily enough to get Walt doubled over in agony. "I'll do what you say," Walt finally agreed, when he had gotten a semblance of his breath back.
"I told you you'd be sorry, shithead. And I've been waiting to get into your wife's cunt for months. Tonight is payback, so get ready to suffer."
Sheila let out a scream. "Take care of that bitch, will you Mei Ling," Brad said. The girl walked over to the frightened woman. Mei Ling had incredibly sweet features that made the meanness in her eyes all the more frightening. She gave Sheila a hard slap in the face, so hard that Sheila saw stars. "Shut up, cunt," she said, "or I'll tear those big tits of yours to shreds with my fingernails." Mei Ling's nails were long and pointed, and it was evident that if she had to she'd do what she threatened and love every minute of it.
Sheila was whimpering but quiet, and Mei Ling smiled, saying "Cheer up, cunt. Tonight you're going to find out what it's like to be a woman, fucked by real men."
"All right," said Brad, "we'll start by having both of you take all your clothes off, you first." He pointed to Walt. Walt took off his shirt and undershirt, then his shoes and socks, and his pants. Brad impatiently gestured for him to remove his undershorts, and he did so, blushing.
When Walt was bare, the five teenagers began hooting and then laughing uncontrollably. With his girlish frame and tiny dick, he presented a pathetic picture, and his tormentors were not about to let him forget it.
"Jesus, lady," said Ray, one of the other youths. "How can you be married to such a wimp. That's more like a clit than a dick."
The others laughed and made similar cracks. Sheila had been crying since this started, and now tears were rolling down Walt's cheeks. That only made the teenagers laugh harder, and provoked more comments about what a pussy Walt was. Damon walked over to him.
"He's going to be my pussy," the handsome gayboy said. And he grabbed Walt's face and pressed his lips to Walt's. Walt was filled with disgust and tried to pull away, but Damon held him tight. Then Brad, menacingly, told him to give Damon a nice, sexy kiss, if he didn't want Brad and the others to use his belly seriously as a punching bag. Filled with terror and disgust, Walt opened his mouth. Damon's tongue shot in and for what seemed forever to Walt, explored every inch of Walt's mouth with his tongue.
When Damon finally pulled away, the youths began jeering again at what a pussy Walt was, harping especially on his tiny dick.
"Well, let's give him a chance," said Brad. "Maybe it gets bigger when it's hard. Sheila here can help us find out. Get naked, cunt, and then use your mouth to show us if that wimp is even capable of getting hard."
"I can't," she whimpered. "No man has ever seen me naked except my husband." Mei Ling gave her another slap, even harder than the first. "Come on, Brad, let me use my nails on the bitch's tits."
"I'm sure that won't be necessary," said Brad. "I'm sure the cunt has learned her lesson. Now get those clothes off and get on your knees."
Hearing the menace in Brad's voice, Sheila took off her clothes. The teenagers whistled when she bared her breasts. "Oh, I wish I had a pair like that," Mei Lin said. "She must have nearly 40 inches."
"Let's find out," Brad said. "Hey, wimp, go get a tape measure and show us your wife's measurements." Walt, still naked, went to a drawer and brought back a tape measure. Humiliated to be showing off his wife's nudity to these intruders, he put the tape around her tits. It showed exactly 38 inches. And those breasts were perfectly shaped, without the slightest sag.
Brad ordered Sheila to take her skirt and her panties off. While her superb breasts had drawn whistles, now her complete nudity brought a reverent hush. Sheila had a magnificent bottom. Her ass was compact, round, firm, soft, deeply creviced--in a word, perfect. Her lovely pussy was covered with a lush triangle of thick, dark fleece.
"Oh, man," sighed Carlos, the remaining teenager. "How can a babe like you be married to a worthless piece of shit like this?"
Brad ordered Sheila to get to work. Obediently, she dropped to her knees in front of Walt. Walt and Sheila, both brought up to be extremely conservative about sex, had never done this before. The idea of kissing or licking the other's "sex," as they called his prick and her pussy, had seemed repugnant. But now Sheila had no choice. She overcame her repugnance and put Walt's tiny penis in her mouth. Despite his humiliation, the unfamiliar sensation overpowered him, and he got hard. As hard, that is, as he ever got, which was not very hard.
When it became clear he was at full size, the teenagers had another laugh at his expense. Brad handed him back the measuring tape and ordered him to measure his dick. When he had done so, Brad said "how much?"
"Five inches," Walt said sheepishly.
"If that much, you shrimpdicked wimp," Mei Ling roared through her laughter. "I think you cheated with the tape. And you're about as thick as my pinky finger. Cunt, you don't even know what it is to be fucked by a man, if he's all you've had."
"All right, bitch," Brad said to Sheila. "That's enough of the preliminaries. I'm next."
Brad took off his shirt, then ordered Sheila to kneel in front of him and take off his pants and undershorts. She did, and she gasped when she saw what she had revealed. Brad's soft, hanging prick was at least two inches longer than her husband's "hardon." But the thickness was more impressive than the length. She knew she should be repulsed, but involuntarily her hand grasped his shaft. It was too thick for her fingers to grasp. As she held him, she felt the heat and weight of him. She noticed his massive testicles, each about half again as large as a jumbo egg. And then she felt the movement, and realized that he was growing hard. With each twitch, the massive instrument in her hand became thicker and longer. By the time it was hard, her fingers barely reached two-thirds of the way around. The heat was intense, and the shaft was iron hard. She tried to bend it, but it was so stiff she couldn't make it budge. The enormous penis stood straight up, well past Brad's navel, almost reaching his muscular chest.
Sheila had never seen a dick other than her husband's and she was overcome by Brad's incredible manhood. That evil Asian girl was right, she thought to herself with a sense of humiliation. I never did know what it was to be fucked by a real man. She felt strong electric waves shooting through her body, originating from her rapidly moistening pussy.
Brad pulled her head toward himself and she put her mouth on Brad's huge dick. She wasn't even thinking. She was overpowered, hypnotized, by Brad's incredible masculinity. All she knew was that she was in the presence of a real man and she had to have him. She tongued and kissed his testicles and shaft and engulfed the head with her mouth--all she could get in.
While Sheila was working with her mouth on Brad's manhood, she suddenly felt herself being nuzzled and kissed in her crotch. Oh, God, it was the Asian girl, Mei Ling. She had her tongue inside Sheila's pussy. Sheila knew that lesbianism was about the most immoral activity imaginable and that she should do anything rather than let that mean, evil girl touch her own private parts. But Sheila's will was disappearing as waves of previously unknown sexual pleasure started rolling through her body. Soon Rod was licking one of her gorgeious tits and Carlos was working on the other one. Now Mei Ling's tongue had left her pussy and was laving her asshole. Ten minutes before she would have regarded such a thing as impossibly disgusting. Now, she was exploding in a more powerful orgasm than Walt had ever given her.
When Brad had had enough of Sheila's pretty mouth on his cock, he pulled away, picked her up, and put her down on her back on the sofa. Sheila, though in a sexual frenzy like she had never known, nevertheless had enough self-possession to protest. "No, please don't. No one but my husband has ever done this to me. And you are too big, you'll hurt me."
Brad laughed, and told a couple of the other teenagers to hold her. Mei Ling helped hold her down by straddling her face, holding it with her perfect thighs and pressing her furry pussy against Sheila's mouth. Sheila tried to scream, but it was muffled. The very idea of tasting a woman's sex--even a beautiful young woman like Mei Ling--was repulsive to her. Or so she thought. But she began to get used to the strong musky woman smell and soon, involuntarily, was moving her tongue inside Mei Ling's pussy and lapping up her juices. Meanwhile, Brad was lining his enormous cock up with the opening to Sheila's pussy. Suddenly he entered, and Sheila felt stretched as she had never imagined. She had barely had time to register the pain, when she began to feel the pleasure. Whenever her husband fucked her, she always had to ask him if he was in, and then if he was finished. The feeling of Brad's prick inside her was a revelation. When it was still less than halfway in, she realized he was further in than Walt ever had been or ever could be. And he was stretching her, revealing and stimulating pleasure nerves she had never known she had.
And still, with each stroke he was going deeper. Finally, with a shock, she felt him hit bottom. He was all the way in, and she was stuffed absolutely full, stretched to the limit, every pleasure nerve sending alarms of excitement throughout her body. She screamed, and she had an orgasm, more powerful than what she had felt before. Her husband could never dream of doing this for her, and he knew it as he watched helplessly. Indeed, the only orgasms she had known had been from masturbating herself. But this was ecstasy, such as she had never dreamed of. And still Brad was pumping, bringing her to new heights. She came again, and again. Each time she thought she had reached an inconceivable limit of excitement, and each time he proved she was wrong. She was now moaning uncontrollably, not even knowing where she was, oblivious to everything but her cunt, and the magnificent engine that was driving her wild.
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