This is a 39-year-old married woman.

I stood in front of the mirror, scrutinizing my reflection.
I was a 39-year-old married woman with a grown son and a hardworking husband.
I was a beautiful woman (okay, even if I'm a little narcissistic), 1.68 meters tall, weighing 56 kilograms, with long, flowing blonde hair, sexy, moist lips, a high-bridged nose, sea-blue eyes, fair and delicate skin, beautiful, full breasts (not sagging at all), a flat stomach, beautiful inverted triangle pubic hair, a plump, round bottom, long, sexy legs, and slender hands and feet—all exuding a mature charm and irresistible allure.
This woman, looking back at me in the mirror, was once a faithful wife, but no longer. Now she was a slut! A whore! A horny bitch and sex toy for young boys!
I stared at the woman in the mirror, and the woman in the mirror stared back at me. I remembered how it all started.
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Chad, my 19-year-old son, is a college student currently on winter break. For the past two weeks since returning home, he's been visiting his old friends and attending parties with them. Around 2 PM on Sunday afternoon, a friend of Chad's called to say his car had broken down and Chad couldn't ride back to school. Chad looked worried after hanging up.
My husband, Dale, had just left for the airport to attend an important meeting in Atlanta. Since Dale couldn't take him, Chad begged me to drive him and four of his classmates to school. I really didn't want to drive him, not because I didn't love him, but because I didn't want to drive back alone, especially at night. Going to school, I had my son and his classmates with me, but coming back would mean driving alone for three to four hours at night.
I told Chad I could drive him and his classmates, but I hoped they would send one of them to accompany me home that night.
Chad called his classmates, but after waiting for over an hour, he still couldn't find anyone to come back with me.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Chad and I set off. We picked up the four boys first, and then began the long journey. I say long because with these kids who are 20 years younger than you, you simply can't understand what they're saying. To me, their conversation was like speaking a foreign language.
When we arrived at the school, the kids got out of the car at the dormitory entrance. I kissed Chad's cheek, thinking about the three-hour drive I still had to drive alone in the dark to get home.
Billy was the last kid to get out. He said to me, "Excuse me, could you wait a moment? Mrs. B (my name is Brenda Blankenship, but Chad's friends call me Mrs. B) I have something to say to them. I'll be right back."
He then quickly ran into the dormitory.
About five minutes later, Billy and Chad returned to my car together.
“Mom, I know you don’t like driving alone at night,”
Chad said. “So Billy came up with a plan. To thank you for taking us back to school, we all chipped in to get you a hotel room. You can stay until tomorrow. Now that I’m back at school and Dad’s in Atlanta, there’s no need for you to rush back. You can get a good night’s sleep here, and go home in the fresh morning air tomorrow morning. Besides, let’s have dinner together tonight and have a good chat!”
Yes, the kids were right! Since Dale went to Atlanta, I’d be alone in the house anyway. So I told them I was willing to accept their offer. Billy handed me the money the kids had pooled together and told me to go get a hotel room and come back to have dinner with them after I settled in.
We found a restaurant outside the campus; the beer and pizza there were popular with the students, and the restaurant even had a record player and a dance floor. After dinner, it seemed like every kid wanted to dance with me. Normally, I would never accept an invitation to dance from young people, but since my son was with me, I felt safe and didn't refuse their invitation.
During dinner, we each drank three pitchers of beer. I felt a little tipsy, and so did the kids. After a few songs, when the kids were dancing with their arms around me, they started getting a little "hands-off."
I could have stopped them immediately, but I didn't. I was a bit excited after drinking, and honestly, it was quite pleasing for a 39-year-old woman like me to be favored by a group of teenagers. Besides, my son Chad was sitting right next to me, and I figured his friends wouldn't do anything too outrageous.
The kids ordered four more pitchers of beer, and I told them I'd had enough and wanted to go back to the hotel to rest.
Hearing this, Billy said, "Okay, let's finish these beers and then go together."
After drinking half a pitcher of beer, I felt a little dizzy. While dancing with Billy, my head was spinning, my steps were unsteady, and I even felt disoriented.
"What's wrong, Mrs. B? Have you had too much to drink? I think it would be best to take you away from here and back to the hotel."
I think I might have said yes, but I really can't remember what I said. What happened afterward became a blur, and my memory is fragmented. I only remember looking down and seeing an erect penis, and my head involuntarily plunging towards it. I only remember seeing a bright light flashing before my eyes. I only remember waves of burning pain coming from my buttocks.
I only remember hearing myself screaming, "Oh God, oh God, oh my God." What
I remember most is that I lost my memory for three or four hours, not knowing what happened during that time.
The next day, after Billy showed me the videos and photos he had taken with a video camera and digital camera, I finally knew exactly what had happened during those hours of amnesia.
In my sleep, I felt someone pressing against my back. In a half-awake state, I thought it was my husband, Dale, pressing against me with his erect penis, so I also bent over and pressed against him. Then I felt his hard penis inside my buttocks, so I lifted my legs to make it easier for Dale to penetrate me. His hard penis slid smoothly into my vagina.
"Oh, great, that's the best way to wake you up."
That didn't sound like Dale's voice. I suddenly snapped awake, screamed, and rolled away from the person behind me.
I turned around and saw Billy lying behind me. Seeing him, everything that had happened last night—at least what I remembered—rushed into my mind.
"Relax, Mrs. B. You see, we were just getting started when your scream interrupted us. Well then, I think I should explain things properly to prevent you from screaming again."
He showed me the photos he had taken.
It turned out that the flashing light in my memory was the light from the flash when he took my picture. In several photos, I was leaning back in a chair, a penis in my mouth and another in my hand. In other photos, I was kneeling on the floor, one penis in my mouth and another inserted into my vagina from behind.
Another photo shows me sitting on a penis, facing the camera lens. If you see this photo, you'll definitely see the expression of desire and confusion on my face.
All the photos had one thing in common: my face was clearly visible, but no one else's face was visible; all you could see were their large penises.
The videos were even worse. This wasn't to say the videos were badly made, but they were terrible for me because all the footage showed that I thoroughly enjoyed what was happening to me. I know my mind was clouded at the time, but my body's reaction was real and clear; my body really enjoyed what the boys were doing to me.
I don't know what was going on before Billy filmed these videos—my body should have been limp, my mind should have been clouded—but when he started filming, I was excited and my body was moving freely.
What I did in the videos was something I had never done with my husband, Dale, or even imagined. In the videos, I was sucking on a penis in my mouth, and another penis was clamped between my legs. Even worse, Billy recorded a scene where three large penises were inserted into my mouth, vagina, and anus at the same time. He even meticulously documented me lying there with my legs wide open, yelling, "Next! Someone else fuck me! Come on, give me another big cock!"
In the video, I carefully identified seven boys who had fucked me, but the actual number was definitely more.
I don't know if anyone had fucked me before Billy started recording.
"Why, Billy? Why are you doing this to me? I thought you liked me."
"That depends on how you define 'like,' Mrs. B. Actually, you've been my sexual fantasy since my adolescence. This trip gave me an opportunity, and I seized it well." "
But why are there all those other kids?" "
To make a better video. With videos of you having sex with so many boys as evidence, you probably won't accuse me of being the only one who had sex with you, right?"
"Accusate? Of course I'll accuse! Your video proves I was raped and who raped me. You definitely wouldn't let anyone see your video, would you?"
"You say you were 'raped,' but I didn't hear you yell 'stop' in the video. Instead, I heard you repeatedly yelling 'Don't stop,' 'Please keep fucking me,' 'Give me another big cock,' and so on. Do you think what you said in the video accuses me or supports me?"
"But everyone who knows me knows I would never do such a thing."
“No, Mrs. B, everyone who knows you will think you're not that kind of woman, but if they see the videos, they'll definitely change their minds. They'll say, ‘Oh dear, we've been fooled by her facade all this time.’”
“Oh, so you won't let anyone see these videos if I don't tell anyone, right?”
“No, no, Mrs. B, not entirely.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, if you don't want these videos to be seen by others, you have to agree to be my new girlfriend, which means, be my sex toy.”
“You must be crazy!”
"No, I'm not crazy. Everything is under control. We put some anesthetic in Chad's drink, and he was asleep in a daze for the two hours we were having sex with you. Imagine how he'll react when he wakes up and walks out of his dorm and sees these photos of you on the bulletin board? Imagine the expression on Dale's face when he sits in his office, opens the big envelope on his desk, and takes these photos of you out? Imagine how all your friends and family will react when they see these photos and videos of you online?"
Hearing Billy's words, I was both ashamed and angry, too angry to speak.
"Think about it carefully, Mrs. B. You enjoyed it so much last night, you know you enjoyed the process. The only thing you can do now is to keep quiet and continue to enjoy it quietly. It's not difficult to do this, it's just that I'll make love to you when I come home this weekend, let me play with your body." "
Of course, I might play with you a few times during winter and summer vacations and Christmas, but we can arrange it properly, and I don't want anyone to find out about what we're doing. What do you think, Mrs. B? Now I'm going to the bathroom to pee, you think about it carefully. Give me your answer when I come back. If you say 'no' then, I'll hurry back to my dorm and post these photos on the bulletin board." Billy
got up and went to the bathroom. I looked at the video camera and camera he left on the bed, thinking, if I take these things away, won't he have no leverage over me? Thinking of this, I quickly looked for my clothes. There was no time to put on my shoes, bra, and underwear in a proper manner now, so I had to put on my coat first.
Just as I was frantically getting dressed, Billy suddenly came out of the bathroom. Seeing my nervous expression, he said, "Hey, I don't think I've made you this nervous, have I?"
He grabbed the video camera and still camera from the bed and headed towards the bathroom, then turned back to me and said, "Give me your answer when I get back!"
I was furious. How could I leave behind those photos and videos as evidence and run away? Billy was right; I couldn't let anyone see those things. Human nature is like that. When others see these photos and videos, they'll definitely think that's who I really am, and the impression I left them before was just a facade. Even Chad and Dale might think the same way.
Although they'll claim to be 100% on my side, they'll probably never forget how I begged for more big dicks; they'll definitely have doubts about me.
It seems the only way to save face is to agree to Billy's demands. I'll have to think about this carefully during the three-hour drive home.
After Billy came out of the bathroom, he asked if I had made up my mind. All I could say was that I had no other choice but to agree to his request.
"Oh, that's great, Mrs. B, then show me your decision."
He walked over to me, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, and said, "Come on, suck my cock."
I knew I had no choice. I opened my mouth, and he stepped forward, shoving his thick penis directly into my wide-open mouth. My only thought was to get out of this room as quickly as possible, and the only way to do that was to get Billy to ejaculate as soon as possible. That meant I had to serve him wholeheartedly, not just go through the motions. I diligently licked and sucked his penis, rubbing his testicles with my right hand, and lightly scratching his perineum and anus, hoping this stimulation would make him ejaculate sooner.
Billy seemed to enjoy this stimulation and my service. He held my head down with one hand, thrusting his body back and forth, moving his penis in and out of my mouth. He groaned loudly, using his hands and body to increase the speed of his thrusting in and out of my mouth.
"Oh, oh, good,"
he groaned. "That's it, that's it, it feels so good."
I felt his testicles contracting in my hand; I knew he was about to ejaculate, so I quickly prepared myself. His ejaculation was powerful and forceful, releasing a large amount of semen. I tried my best to swallow, but some still spilled out of my mouth, running down my chin. After a while, I felt his penis soften and tried to get him to withdraw. But his hands remained firmly pressed against my head, preventing me from moving.
"Keep sucking me, Mrs. B, suck me hard again, I want to fuck you one more time before you leave."
Hearing his words, I almost cried. I wanted to escape this shameful room as quickly as possible, but Billy still wouldn't let me go. He held my head with both hands, his penis constantly thrusting between my lips, and soon I felt him hard again. He laid me down on the bed, spread my legs, straddled me, and then gestured for me to guide his hard penis to my vaginal opening.
I had no choice but to comply, but I resisted in my heart, trying my best not to feel any passion. I decided to lie there like a dead person, not to react to his penetration, in order to force him to feel that it was more comfortable to masturbate than torment a woman who didn't respond, so that he would let me go sooner. However, my body quickly betrayed me, and I hated it, but my body quickly became excited and wet under Billy's rape.
Billy's hands reached under my buttocks, grabbed my buttocks and pressed them against his body, so that with each thrust, he could press the head of his penis tightly against my clitoris. I felt my blood boiling, pleasure surging from my uterus and spreading throughout my body. I couldn't help but groan loudly, thrusting my hips back against Billy, yelling, "Fuck me harder! You bastard, harder, fuck me harder!"
Under his fierce violation, I was almost suffocating. I gasped for breath, my legs tightly wrapped around his buttocks, my fingernails digging into his back, my body trembling like a bitch in heat.
"You're a slutty bitch, Mrs. B, I know how to excite you."
He suddenly pulled his penis out of me, and I almost screamed for him to put it back in. But he didn't immediately thrust into me. Instead, he pulled me up, made me turn over, and kneel on the bed. "Let me see your reaction when I fuck your ass."
With that, he placed the head of his penis against my anus.
Perhaps because my anus had been fucked too many times last night, it was still very loose and slippery, and he easily inserted himself, then began thrusting vigorously.
Actually, I still really enjoy anal sex, but because Dale doesn't like it, I haven't had the chance to enjoy that kind of stimulation more often, but I always have those sexual fantasies in my mind. Billy was probably about to ejaculate, and he fucked faster and harder. I really hated myself, but I still couldn't help but scream, "Oh God, fuck my ass! Fuck my ass hard! Ahh, fuck my ass hard!"
Encouraged by me, Billy's movements became more and more rough, his friction bringing waves of heat coursing through my body, and intense pleasure spreading throughout my body from my rectum with his thrusts. I cried out loudly, "Fuck me! You bastard! Fuck me hard! Fuck me to death!"
Then I trembled all over and reached orgasm.
Billy couldn't hold back any longer. He groaned, "Oh, I'm coming too, I'm going to cum."
Then he ejaculated deep into my rectum.
I buried my head in the pillow, tears streaming down my face. I hated my own lewdness. How could I do such a thing? Billy had given me immense shame, yet I had given him immense pleasure, and worse, I myself had derived unprecedented pleasure and enjoyment from this shame.
Whether on the drive home or in the months that followed, I couldn't think of a good way to get rid of Billy. The only solution was to tell Dale the truth and see if he could come up with a safe solution. But I dared not tell him; I was afraid he would misunderstand me, that he would think I was a lewd, unfaithful woman.
Three weeks later, Billy returned for the weekend. This time, Chad was away, and Dale was out playing golf with his friends. Whenever the weather was nice, if there was nothing else going on at home, Dale would always go golfing with his friends on weekends. Almost everyone in town knew Dale was a golf fanatic, and Billy knew it too. So, just as Dale's car drove away from my house, Billy came knocking on the door.
I let him in without a word, and he didn't even glance at me before walking straight into my bedroom. I held back my tears and followed him, watching him undress and lie on the bed with Dale.
"Hey, how about we start with oral sex, Mrs. B?"
I stood there, looking at his erect, thick penis, thinking that if I served him well, maybe he would let me experience anal sex again. So, I performed oral sex on him diligently, swallowing his semen with pleasure, and then sucked on his penis for a long time until he got hard again. Then, shamelessly, I knelt on the bed, sticking my ass out, waiting for him to violate my anus.
Billy laughed at my lewd appearance and said, "Don't worry, Mrs. B, I've already decided to fuck your anus, but I need to hear you beg me first. Okay, turn over."
I rolled over, lay on my back on the bed, and spread my legs, waiting for him. This time I didn't pretend to be dead. If I wanted to experience anal sex, I had to perform well. I kept saying how much I hated everything I did and how disgusted I was with my lewd behavior, but Billy's rape of me did give me a special kind of pleasure, making me hopelessly addicted. In short, whether I admitted it or not or whether I liked this abnormal relationship, Billy wanted to play with my body at will, letting me enjoy his "rape" of me through screams and orgasms.
Billy raped me while on top of me, and after ejaculating, I eagerly sucked his penis, hoping to get him hard again so I could enjoy the pleasure of anal sex. Feeling his youthful, energetic penis harden again in my mouth, I crawled to the bedside table, grabbed a bottle of lubricant, and applied it to my anus. Then I quickly crawled back to Billy, bent over, and begged loudly for him to fuck my asshole. When Billy penetrated me, I screamed with excitement and pleasure, quickly reaching several orgasms.
After Billy left, I reflected on the scene and hated my lewd behavior. What disgusted me even more was that I had already begun to look forward to his next act of rape.
From then on, Billy would come home from school on average two weekends a month to rape me at my house while Dale was out playing golf. If the weather happened to be bad when he came back, Dale wasn't playing golf, or Chad was also home for the weekend, Billy would make me go to a hotel and wait for him. At that time, I would have to come up with all sorts of excuses to leave home and meet Billy. My life was
a complete mess. I can't explain why I continue living like this, nor do I know what it means to me. But while I hate everything I do, I also long for Billy to come home from school every day.
Every time we meet, I secretly resolve beforehand that I will lie there like a corpse, unmoved by his actions, hoping to annoy him and make him give up on me.
But the moment he enters me, I scream, then lose myself in his fierce rape, constantly begging him to fuck me harder, to penetrate deeper. I always involuntarily kneel on the bed, sticking my plump, white buttocks up for him, hoping he will fuck my asshole hard.
But after each rape, I hate myself terribly and resolve never to do it again. Yet, watching Billy's departing figure through the window, I wonder when he will return.
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When summer vacation came, things got even worse. Whether it was a weekday or a weekend, whenever Dale and Chad went to work, met friends, or went golfing, our doorbell would ring five minutes later. I knew it was Billy. What was worse, Billy told me that whenever he came, I had to strip naked, wearing only stockings, garter belts, and high heels, and stand at the door to greet him. I was conflicted; I wanted him to come, but I was also afraid of him coming. But I knew I had to let him come; whether he came or not wasn't up to me.
That day, when I heard the doorbell, I immediately stripped naked and ran to open the door. To my surprise, not only was Billy standing there, but also Al, Matt, and Tony—Chad's classmates, the kids who had ridden in my car to school that day.
Seeing the surprised look on my face, Billy said, "Oh, what's wrong, Mrs. B? You probably already know they've fucked you last time and have been wanting to fuck you again. You really enjoyed being gang-raped last time, I think you'll enjoy it this time too."
With that, he pushed me through the door and led the boys towards the bedroom. I took a deep breath and followed them helplessly.
The boys stripped naked in the bedroom, oblivious to everyone around them. Billy, his hard penis erect, nodded at me. I had no choice but to walk up to him, obediently kneel down, and begin to suck him diligently.
The other three boys surrounded us. Al pulled my left hand to his penis, and Matt, seeing this, pulled my right hand to make me masturbate him. Seeing Matt's penis, I felt a sharp pain spread throughout my body. I remembered that night, when this thin, long, hard penis was the first to pierce my anus, making me fall in love with anal sex.
Seeing that my hands and mouth were occupied, Tony moved behind me, knelt down next to me, lifted my buttocks with his hands, and inserted his penis into my vagina. His insertion angle was a bit off, so most of the time he was just thrusting between my labia, not actually penetrating me.
I spat out Billy's penis, told Tony to lie on the floor, and then straddled him, letting his penis enter my vagina vertically. I then slowly sat up and down, letting his penis piston-like motion inside my honeypot.
Billy, seeing how wanton I was, couldn't help but laugh and said, "Great, Mrs. B, that's a good idea, get moving!"
With that, he put his penis back in my mouth and began thrusting vigorously.
I rode Tony, holding a penis in each hand and stroking it, while still sucking Billy's penis hard in my mouth, until they all ejaculated, and then we moved to the bed.
For the next hour, several boys took turns raping me, ejaculating inside me, and then I would suck their penises clean. After each boy had fucked me once, Billy had several boys sit side by side on the edge of the bed. I knelt on the floor and, starting with the first boy on the left, sucked their penises one by one until they all ejaculated in my mouth.
Billy, the boy who had fucked me countless times in my bedroom, knew everything about my house. Just as I was sucking the penis of the last boy, Al, he took out anal lubricant from the bedside table drawer and carefully applied it inside and outside my anus.
"Let Matt fuck me first,"
I said to Billy. "I want him to fuck my anus first."
Billy laughed, threw the lubricant to Matt sitting on the edge of the bed, and said, "Hey, you've won the jackpot. Go enjoy her beautiful asshole!"
After swallowing the semen Al had ejaculated into my mouth, I quickly climbed onto the bed, knelt down, stuck my ass out, buried my head in a large pillow, and waited for the boys' next round of rape. Matt moved behind me, first rubbing his slender penis against my buttocks a few times, then inserting his fingers into my anus and moving them around a bit, before slowly pushing the head of his penis in.
My decision was right—his penis was perfect for anal sex; the small head and slender shaft gave me the pleasure of being stretched open, while also preparing me for the thick cocks of Billy and the others to enter later. After about 20 seconds, Matt's mesmerizing penis was fully inserted into my rectum, thrusting rapidly inside. I groaned loudly, pushing my body back forcefully, hoping he would penetrate deeper and harder.
Tony moved in front of me and, without a word, shoved his large penis into my mouth. I was about to shout for Matt to fuck me harder, but my words were scrambled by Tony's large penis, and no one could understand what I had just said.
But Matt definitely knew what I wanted, and his movements immediately became fierce and brutal. Soon, his penis began to twitch inside my rectum, and I could clearly feel the force of his violent ejaculation. Before I could even let out a whimper of orgasm, Al had already replaced Matt, who had just withdrawn, and thrust his thick penis hard into my anus.
And so, the four boys took turns using my mouth, anus, and vagina, round after round, seemingly without end. Tony said he wanted to watch me be fucked unconscious, while Matt wanted to rape my anus again, but Billy stopped them, telling them to do it next time, that they should leave now to give me some time to clean myself so that Dale and Chad, who were about to return, wouldn't notice anything amiss. The
next time, they did indeed fuck me unconscious, and when I regained consciousness, I screamed for them to gang rape me again. From that time on, they wouldn't stop until I was unconscious every time.
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The entire summer was worse than I had ever experienced before. It was terrible because I was completely lost in promiscuous sex. At least twice a week, I was gang-raped by Billy, Matt, Al, and Tony. I hated doing it, yet I desperately wanted it.
If Billy came to my door alone, I was incredibly disappointed; but when he showed up with the other boys, my heart would pound like a rabbit's.
Later, realizing the high risk of being caught by Dale or Chad during weekend gang rapes, Billy decided to move our group sex sessions to Tuesdays. This forced me to adjust my expectations and body clock. At the same time, I had to adjust my expectation of all-day sex to only enjoying four hours of gang rape.
Every Monday morning, I would rack my brains trying to figure out how to escape Billy's clutches, and by Monday afternoon, I would imagine Matt's penis going in and out of my anus, Billy's penis being straddled by me, and how I would take Al or Tony's penis deeper into my vagina.
When summer vacation ended and the kids had to go back to school, I secretly rejoiced at finally being able to escape their clutches for a while, but at the same time, I couldn't help but silently miss their wildness and tyranny. This situation was just too terrible!
On the last Tuesday before summer vacation ended, I went to the hotel room to meet them again. As usual, several boys took turns kissing me, sticking their tongues into my mouth and swirling them around, caressing my breasts, and fingering my vagina and anus. Then, I masturbated each of them first, and then I knelt on the bed, inserting Tony's penis into my vagina and taking Al's penis into my mouth. After Matt applied some lubricant to my anus, he inserted his penis straight into my anus.
Matt's mesmerizingly long and slender penis stretched open my sphincter, thrusting wildly inside my rectum, stimulating me so much that I couldn't help but scream, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Don't stop, keep fucking me!"
Then Tony and Al switched positions. They first turned me over, letting Matt penetrate my anus from underneath, while Tony started fucking my mouth, and Al inserted his penis into my vagina. The boys took turns, each enjoying my mouth, vagina, and anus, bringing me to orgasm again and again. In my dazed state, I promised them that whenever they wanted to fuck me, I would drive to school and offer myself to them.
Finally, when Billy told us to stop, we were all too exhausted to stand. Billy let the other kids go first; he wanted to stay and talk to me alone.
"I've arranged a real treat for you. My cousin is getting married, and I've decided to throw him a bachelor party before the wedding,"
Billy said.
"You're throwing a party for him, how can you say it's a real treat for me?"
"Because you, Mrs. B, are part of our party's entertainment. I can tell you really enjoy being gang-raped, so I can imagine how much pleasure you'd get from being gang-raped by 10 or 12 boys." "
No, no, this can't be, Billy, I don't want to do this."
"Alright, Mrs. B, of course you want to do this. The plan can't be changed, and I'll still be taking pictures and videos. Think of your excuse for leaving home for the party; I think you won't be home until at least the middle of the night."
Oh! 10 to 12! I thought as I drove home. 10 to 12! 10 to 12! God, can I bear so much rape? My vagina, having just completely satisfied the sexual needs of four young boys, is starting to get wet again, my blood is boiling again, oh! 10 to 12, all mine, all mine!
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10 to 12! I stood in front of the large mirror in the bathroom, scrutinizing my sexy body as I pondered deeply. Suddenly, a very serious problem occurred to me: 10 to 12 hard penises might bring me great pleasure, but it also meant 10 to 12 more people would know my secret, and 10 to 12 mouths would spread my secret throughout the entire town.
Oh, a chill ran down my spine, a huge fear gripped my heart, and I felt as if the end of the world was approaching! This won't do, I can't go on like this. I must end this lewd life completely before everything is exposed; I can't go any further.
At dinner, after much hesitation, I finally mustered the courage to tell Dale and Chad the whole story. Of course, I concealed many lewd details, only telling them the gist of the matter.
I told them I'd been drugged that night and gang-raped. Billy filmed the whole thing and threatened to release the photos and videos to blackmail me into having sex with him (I concealed my encounters with Matt, Al, and Tony). I also mentioned the bachelor party, saying Billy planned to have 10 to 12 men gang-rape me there.
Chad jumped up immediately. "Damn it! That bastard!"
he roared. "He drugged me too? I'm going to kill that son of a bitch!"
He tried to storm out. Dale grabbed him and pulled him back down to the table.
Although Dale didn't say anything, I knew he was furious with me, and I didn't blame him at all.
After telling them this, I didn't know what awaited me, but I had to be honest with them. The more people knew about my lewd nature, the more likely I was to be exposed. It was better for me to tell them the truth myself than for them to learn my secrets from others.
After restraining Chad, Dale began to analyze how to solve the problem. First, we need to completely eliminate the possibility of Billy blackmailing us with photos and videos. Chad suggested that the photos and videos Billy has must not be made public. To completely solve the problem, we need to fight fire with fire. We can also take some private photos of him, then exchange them with him, and finally completely destroy all the photos and videotapes.
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???? "Hey, is this Billy? Can you come to my house for a bit? Chad and Dale went to Dale's parents' house. They need to help Dale's parents move some large furniture, which will take some time. We have three hours."
I called Billy and said.
"Okay, I'll be right there."
"Hurry up, baby, hurry up!"
I was already standing at the door when the doorbell rang. After letting Billy in, I said to him, "Hurry up, Billy, I want to make love to you, we need to hurry."
"No problem."
With that, he went into the bedroom.
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?? "Does your head still hurt?"
I asked him, watching him shake his head, trying to wake up.
He lay on the bed, trying to struggle to get up, but found he couldn't move at all. It turned out he was already tied to the bed naked.
"An eye for an eye, Billy. You drugged me, raped me, and took so many photos and videos, now I'm going to do the same to you. I don't have any drugs, so I'll just hit you on the head with a frying pan, but the effect is the same. What did you say to me back then? Oh, right, I remember, it was 'Relax.' What's going to happen will happen, and you can enjoy it."
Billy turned his head to look at the situation in the room and found a camera pointed at him. I saw his face grow increasingly pale.
"Alright, gentlemen, he's yours now,"
I called back.
Two hooded men walked in; they were Dale and one of his best friends. The friend poured some lubricant into his palm and smeared it on Billy's face, letting him know what was about to happen.
"No! No! God, please don't do this to me! For God's sake, please spare me! I'll give you all the videos and photos, please let me go, I'll go home right now and give them to you."
"I'm sorry, Billy, I don't believe you. If I let you go, you definitely won't come back. Besides, who knows if you'll make another copy and keep it. So, my method is the best, at least for me. If you dare to release my photos and videos, then your photos and videos will also spread throughout the world."
Before Billy could understand what was happening, a thick dildo was inserted into his anus. Billy screamed in pain, but the dildo went in harder and harder, and the camera next to him recorded everything.
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At this moment, I'm still unsure how my relationship with Dale will develop; we're both carefully maintaining a facade of calm. From my perspective, I tried my best to express my love for him and how much I wanted to continue being his wife. He knew I was coerced, otherwise that wouldn't have happened, but he also knew how much I enjoyed sex and even suspected that I had willingly been blackmailed.
What angered him most was that I hadn't told him sooner after it happened. I pleaded with him, explaining that if I hadn't kept it a secret, those lewd photos would have been posted on the school bulletin board during my three-hour drive home. I wanted him to understand that it wasn't because I enjoyed sex so much, but because of the circumstances that prevented me from telling him the truth sooner.
"I can't be sure what you'll think when you see those photos. In them, I look like a complete slut, and I don't want you to see me like that."
Dale didn't kick me out of the house, nor did he consult a lawyer about divorce. I prayed he wouldn't do that again, and I would continue to try to maintain our marriage and our home.
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********* The Billy sex blackmail case was finally resolved satisfactorily. However, just as I breathed a sigh of relief, a new problem arose.
One weekend morning, I went to an Avon cosmetics presentation, but felt a stomachache halfway through and went home early. Dale had gone out of town on business, and Chad hadn't returned to school yet. When I entered the house, Chad was engrossed in watching TV and didn't hear me open the door. I was shocked to find him watching a video of me being gang-raped.
I don't know how he got those tapes. My son was vigorously stroking his hard penis while watching the video of his mother being fucked by three of his classmates simultaneously, three penises thrusting in and out of my mouth, vagina, and anus at the same time.
I stood there dumbfounded in the doorway, staring at the long, thin, beautiful penis in his hand, and it was as if I could feel the pleasure of Matt's penis thrusting in and out of my anus again. It's true, my son Chad's penis is so much like Matt's, long and thin, perfect for anal sex...
Oh God, my vagina started to spasm, and my blood rushed to my head. I really wanted to pounce on him and taste my son's penis. I managed to control myself and quietly left the house.
Now, what should I do?!

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