Go, Ms. Xiaoxing (III), the teacher from the rural area! Go, go!

It's Monday, and I'm walking to class while reviewing my documents. Great news! The school's American football team won the championship! Several of the players on the team were my students, and I'm so proud of them. I'm not a big fan of football, but before the game, they practiced every day on the field outside my window. I often watched them practice in their tight shorts, always noticing their crotches. Many of them had particularly bulging crotches, mostly men. One time, as I was watching them, their coach—Bucky—walked in.

"Hi, baby, how are you?" Bucky said.

When my husband was away on a trip, Bucky was my temporary lover. Last month, he arranged for a group of people to gang rape me. The news spread throughout the school, but I didn't care at all.

When I was in high school, I was an ugly duckling that no one pursued. I only became so beautiful after I went to college. After I lost my virginity, I had sex with many people without hesitation. Many people knew that I couldn't hold my liquor, but they liked to drink. When I was drunk, I could let them do whatever they wanted. Some of them would even specifically find virgins to have sex with me. After that, people often invited me to Japanese parties, and I was the only woman there.

When I first attended a party where I was the only woman and everyone else was male, I was immediately uneasy and wanted to go home. They kept plying me with alcohol, getting me drunk, and someone asked me to do a striptease. So, I started dancing involuntarily, and when they started yelling "Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!", I laughed and started taking off my clothes. After I was naked, they took me to the bedroom and then lined up to have sex with me.

The next morning, I felt ashamed of what happened the night before, but I quickly forgot about it, and more and more people invited me to parties. My reputation got worse and worse, but I was never short of men. Of course, no one wanted to marry a girl with such a bad reputation, which meant I had to find a husband outside of school.

I met Jack—my current husband—during the summer after I entered my junior year of high school. He was studying engineering at a university. I met him while studying diving, not at a party. After knowing each other for a while, I knew he was the best candidate to be my husband, and with my deliberate arrangement, we officially started dating.

Not long after we started dating, he began taking me to a motel every night around 10 pm. After we checked into the room, he would go home, and I would secretly go to parties and party all night long. I spent almost every summer like this until the end of summer vacation, when he kissed me and we spent our last night together.

We returned to our respective schools, and although we were thousands of miles apart, we continued to correspond. The following summer, he proposed to me and took me to meet his parents. I married him before Christmas. After our honeymoon, I returned to school to continue my studies, but as soon as I returned, a large group of boys threw me a party to celebrate. I never told my husband about this, and he never knew about my past. Of course, I wouldn't tell him either.

After graduation, we finally lived together. When I was in college, I had tried some very large penises, but Jack's 25-centimeter penis still made me very happy. I was content to be a standard housewife and teacher... Three years passed like this. Our daughter was old enough, and my desires grew stronger day by day. Last fall, I had a relationship with a white vice principal at the school. We dated for a month and a half until his wife caught us cheating at my house, which ended our relationship. The news got out, and that's how Bucky got involved with me.

"Good, Bucky, the game's over. What are you planning to do?" I said.

“There are other sports!” he said. “The basketball season is almost here, but I want

to talk about the soccer team.”

“Oh, what does the soccer team have to do with me? All the students I taught aren’t in my class anymore; they’ve all moved up a grade.”

“They played very well in the games, so they deserve… a reward,” he said slowly. “Would you be willing to perform for them?”

“I think you overestimate me, but you know that’s impossible,” I said. “I can’t have relationships with students; it would get me expelled. Besides, do those students know about my private life?”

“Oh, some of them already know,” he said.

“What!?” I exclaimed. “Who knows? How?”

“Some of the best players on the team,” he said.

I knew who he was referring to, because those star players were those Black students.

"I showed them the photos we took at the hotel last time

," I thought silently. I was drunk last time and didn't remember what photos I took. Photos weren't like rumors; I could ignore rumors, but photos were different. If they got out, I wouldn't be able to stay here, and there might be racially discriminatory white people targeting me.

"Did you show the photos to the white students?" I asked.

"Of course not," he said. "Do you think I'm that stupid?"

"What about the teachers?" I asked tentatively.

"The teachers I trust were there that night; they won't let it get out," he assured me.

“I can’t go this weekend because Jack won’t be going on a business trip for another few weeks.”

“Can’t you find some excuse to go out?” he asked.

“Of course I can. I’ll tell him I’m going to a party and getting gang-raped by a bunch of men until 3 a.m. before I come home,” I said.

“Maybe that will excite him!” he suggested.

“No way, Jack is a very conservative person. He only has sex with me a fixed number of times a week,” I said. “If I could get fucked by your students, I would tell you.”

“I know you’ll go. I’ll wait for you!”

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That night, while I was preparing dinner, the phone rang. Jack stood up from his chair to answer the phone. He kept nodding and saying “okay” while he was on the phone, and then hung up.

He came up behind me and hugged me, saying, "It's the company calling. I have to go on a business trip on Saturday morning and

won't be home until Sunday." Normally, I'd be bored at home while he's away, but thankfully, I'd have something to do. Besides, his parents take our daughter to their house every Saturday, and the thought of going to a party made me excited.

The next morning, I told Bucky the good news.

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I started thinking about how those boys would gang rape me. Before I got married, I didn't know how many young men I'd been with. After they raped me, I always felt ashamed, but also very comfortable. Every time some men stood naked in front of me, I would lose control. They would keep playing with my mouth, my vulva, and my anus…

My record is having sex with twenty men at the same time. A friend invited me to a party to say goodbye to being single, and since they couldn't find any professional strippers, they asked me to do it part-time. The party started at 8 p.m. and lasted until the next morning. By 2 a.m., I was completely drunk, but they still kept having sex with me for two or three hours. No, I don't even know how many times they had sex with me; I just know that someone was having sex with me the whole time. An hour after they finished with me, I woke up. I was lying naked on the hotel bed, all alone in the room. My stomach and mouth were full of semen. I don't know how many gallons of semen I had ingested.

I'm a feminist, but sexually, I like men to dominate me. I'm willing to submit to any man. Perhaps I have a slight masochistic tendency; anyone can rape me in the dirtiest way. I don't like being hurt, but adding some pain to sex is very stimulating.

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I arranged to meet Bucky at a bar. He borrowed a house from his friend. I didn't want to park my car in front of that house with his—that would cause gossip—so I left my ID and wallet in my car and had Bucky drive me to a nearby Black neighborhood. I'd never been there before, and the neighborhood was worse than I imagined. We borrowed an old wooden cabin; thankfully, it was dark, so I couldn't see how dilapidated it was.

We walked through the dilapidated porch of the house, and Bucky took out a key to open the door. We went inside, and the house was in a terrible state. The wallpaper, ceiling, and walls were peeling off, and there was dust everywhere. I didn't dare touch anything or sit anywhere.

He led me into the kitchen. Three large ice buckets filled with beer and ice were on the counter…

I downed two bottles of beer in one go to calm my anxiety. As I opened the third, Bucky said, “You’d better take your clothes off and get ready. They’ll be here in a few minutes. You stay in the bedroom until I bring you out.”

I nodded, walked through the living room into the bedroom. This bedroom was so filthy; it was a man’s bedroom, and a woman’s nightmare. I desperately wanted to clean everything up.

As I closed the door, I heard someone enter the living room.

The room didn't even have curtains, but I saw a strip of lubricant on the bedside table. There was only a dirty mattress on the bed. I opened the closet, hoping to find something to put on the bed, but only found a thin, torn blanket—basically nothing. I then found a men's shirt in the closet; it was loose enough to be worn as a robe. I turned off the light and started taking off my clothes.

When I took off my clothes, I put on that shirt and my shoes. The shirt must have belonged to a short person; it was so short it didn't cover my pubic hair in the front or my buttocks in the back. My high heels, though very high, at least kept my feet off the dirty floor. I sat on the bed in the dark, not knowing what I was doing there, why I was doing this crazy thing. But the thought of what many young, strong boys were going to do to me made me feel wet…

I heard the front door open six times, then I heard footsteps approaching the bedroom door. The door opened and Buck came in.

“Why did you turn off the light?” he said, turning it back on.

“This window doesn’t have curtains,” I said.

"Never mind that, are you ready?"

"I think I'm ready," I said.

"Then come here," he said.

I got out of bed and walked towards him. When I got to him, he made me turn around, took something and blindfolded me, tying it behind my head.

"What is this?" I asked nervously.

"Hey! They're just kids, they're shy, and they're afraid you'll see them," he said. "And, do you want to see your students among them?"

He was right. I was about to have sex with students, so if something went wrong, I could deny knowing who they were. Besides, not knowing who was doing it to me was a very exciting idea.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, I promised my friend who lent us the house he could come and fuck you, his name is Assy." He said, "You don't mind, I mean, you have another dick to fuck."

Great, I have another dick?

He blindfolded me, then ripped off my shirt, grabbed my arm, and led me naked into the living room. The boys immediately started whistling and cheering. I knew they had seen me naked. I felt embarrassed and tried to cover my breasts with my hands, but Bucky pulled my elbows behind my back, making me stick my chest out more.

"I kept my word, kids, she's here!" Bucky said.

Cheers came from inside again. Even though I was blindfolded, I could still feel the flash of the Polaroid camera.

"Please don't take pictures," I whispered to Bucky.

"Of course they will," he said. "They want to remember this night. Don't worry, no one will show the photos to your husband. It's just a memento."

I was worried, but I couldn't stop them.

"Alright, everyone sit down," he said. "The lesson is about to begin."

Everyone in the room quieted down.

Bucky stepped forward and said, "I know some of you are still virgins, and I know some of you have slept with your girlfriends, but you've probably never seen a real woman's perfect body before. So, today I'm going to give you a lesson on female physiology."

My face turned even redder. Bucky was actually going to use my body as teaching material to teach these boys about the female body, explaining every part of my body in detail to each boy.

“This is a woman,” he shouted. “She’s not like your girlfriends who don’t have butts or breasts.”

“These are breasts,” he said, grasping my breast. “Some people call them nipples, boobs. When you touch them, a woman gets very excited, and when she’s excited, her nipples get hard. You see, I’ve only been touching her breasts like this and explaining to you, and her nipples have already gotten hard. You can lick them.” He licked my nipple as he spoke, “You can also suck on them, or gently bite them.”

He explained to the boys while biting my sensitive nipple.

I kept hearing the sound of cameras clicking, at least three instant cameras, and another camera, like my husband’s Ricoh film camera.

I was afraid they would send the photos to my husband, but then I found that having a group of people take nude photos of me excited me even more.

I actually really enjoy taking nude photos. When I was in college, I had a boyfriend take nude photos of me. The photos turned out beautifully, and although my face was slightly blurry, he even enlarged one and hung it on his bedroom wall.

Of course, my husband has also taken photos of me. We have a private darkroom at home, so we can take any kind of photos. He keeps my nude photos in his wallet, and I really hope he shows them to other people.

“You can’t bite too hard, or you’ll hurt her, and it’ll be too dirty for the next person,” he said, eliciting a burst of laughter from the room. He continued, “You can also pinch them, pull them.” (I groaned involuntarily as he pulled my nipples.) “Or you can hold on tight to prevent yourself from falling off the bed.” The boys laughed even louder.

“Now let’s look at the vulva,” he continued, “slut, sit down, spread your legs, and let them get a good look.”

I tried to squat down so the boys could see clearly, but my eyes were covered, and it would make me lose my balance. Bucky came over and helped me squat down. I heard the boys all leaning closer, wanting to see more. Bucky reached his hand onto my vulva and parted my labia.

"This is what men love most. Some people call it the vulva or the cunt," he said, pointing a finger at the entrance of my vagina. "This is where you're going to do it, and this is the clitoris. If you touch this with your fingers, women will feel incredibly good." As he spoke, he demonstrated, and the stimulation almost made me collapse to the ground.

"Come on, baby, stand up and show them your ass." He pulled me up. "Turn around so they can see your most beautiful butt."

"This is your ass," he said, stroking my butt. "Some women have very thin butts, no different from men's. Homosexuals play with butts." He continued, "But this ass is much prettier than theirs."

"Spread your legs and bend over so they can have a good look," he said, helping me bend over. "Like this, spread your ass."

He held me, and I spread my butt, exposing my anus to the boys.

"This is another place on a woman's body you can do. Some women prefer it here to vaginal penetration. If your girlfriend is afraid of getting pregnant, then you can switch to anal penetration."

As he explained, he played with my wet vulva with his fingers. As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately inserted a finger covered in my vaginal fluid into my anus. I felt so good that I almost collapsed to the ground. His finger stayed in my anus for about a minute before he pulled it out. Then he helped me stand up straight. The camera kept clicking as he inserted his finger into my back door.

"For the next class, I need you to get me hard, so you have to squat down," he said, pressing me down so I would squat in front of him.

"Now take it in your mouth...like this...oh...you're sucking so well...ooh...oh...okay, I think I'm hard enough..."

I could only imagine those male students looking at me, a white woman, with my mouth open, sucking on a black man's penis. The thought excited me immensely. Maybe I really am an exhibitionist. When Bucky told me I'd had enough and to stop, I still sucked twice more unwillingly.

"Come here," he said, helping me to a low coffee table. "Kneel on this coffee table, lie down, we're going to move on to the next stage."

He helped me onto the coffee table, and as I was ready, I noticed another person walking up to me, while Bucky continued talking to the boys.

"Ashi is going to demonstrate for me that a woman can have sex with more than one man at the same time," Bucky said.

I felt Bucky's penis slowly penetrate my vagina between my legs. His penis wasn't the biggest; in fact, it was smaller than my husband's. My overflowing wetness made penetration easy. I then noticed another glans pressing against my lips. Instinctively, I reached out, opened my mouth, and took this penis inside. This man's penis was only slightly larger than Bucky's. I licked Asi's foreskin; it turned out Asi, like Bucky, hadn't been circumcised. I slipped my tongue inside his foreskin, tasting its distinctive sour smell.

I had only been licking Asi's glans for a short while when Bucky increased the speed of his thrusts from behind. Just as I opened my mouth to groan, Asi immediately shoved his penis into my mouth, all the way down my throat, grabbed my head, and he and Bucky began thrusting into me rapidly from back to back.

I've always enjoyed being fucked like this, from front to back; it always brings me to orgasm quickly. And when this happens, I usually grab onto something, so I reached out and grabbed Asi's buttocks, making him thrust even deeper into my mouth. But he didn't last long before he ejaculated. When his first spurt of semen shot directly into my esophagus, I immediately pulled his penis out a little, so that it was in my mouth, and I could taste his semen. The semen came quickly, and I couldn't swallow it all in time, so some spilled onto my chin. The sound of the camera seemed endless, and Bucky seemed very excited. I felt him ejaculate inside my vagina.

When Bucky finished, he helped me stand up, and I felt some semen flowing from my vagina down my inner thighs. The boys cheered and frantically took pictures. But inexplicably, I felt quite excited about my degrading act.

"Now, this lady is going to the bedroom for your experiments," Bucky said.

Assy gave me another can of beer, made me drink it, and then led me to the bedroom. I asked him if he had put the curtains on or turned off the lights.

"Of course, baby," he replied.

He helped me to the bedside, and I lay down, ready to wait for the first boy…

As usual, my knees were trembling with excitement, so I hoped to start from behind. There were no pillows on the bed, and I eagerly awaited the show…

I didn't have to wait long. I immediately heard the boys coming in and taking off their clothes. Instantly, I felt a boy between my legs, and he impatiently thrust into my vagina, starting to pump. Another boy grabbed my head and pressed his glans against my lips; I automatically opened my mouth to receive his penis. Yet another boy roughly squeezed my breasts; the intense pleasure left my mind blank.

For the next four hours, the boys took turns having sex with me with endless energy, and I could hear the sound of cameras constantly taking pictures. While they were having sex with me, they cursed me with vulgar language, calling me a "rotten hole," a "slut," a "public toilet," and so on. But the more they cursed me, the more excited I became.

I was like a puppet, letting them manipulate me, allowing them to rape me from any angle and in any position. Once, I lay on top of a boy and let him penetrate my anus. Another boy came up and penetrated my vagina. A third boy straddled me, gripping my breasts and thrusting into my cleavage.

The boys' semen kept pouring into my mouth, vagina, and rectum. The remaining semen from their glans was smeared on my face, chest, lower abdomen, back, hair, and buttocks. Semen seeped into my blindfold, covering my eyes, which slowly dried and stuck shut, making it impossible to open them. One boy deliberately ejaculated on my nose. As I opened my mouth to breathe, a second boy ejaculated a large gush of semen into my mouth. Before I could swallow it, a third boy thrust his penis deep into my mouth. If someone hadn't released my hands so I could wipe the semen from my nostrils, I might have drowned.

My orgasms came one after another. I didn't know how many penises were inside me at the same time—one, two, or three? Were their penises long, short, thick, or thin? I just kept yelling "Fuck me!" and whenever I grabbed a hard penis, I'd put it in my mouth or between my legs. My whole body became incredibly sensitive; just a touch to my breasts could give me an orgasm, a powerful one.

This went on for several hours until it finally ended. I must have passed out, because the only thing I remember is Bucky helping me up and trying to get me a cup of coffee. I was still completely naked, but the blindfold was gone. When I regained consciousness, I realized all the boys in the room were gone, and the room was brightly lit with no curtains. I knew the neighbors had seen everything.

When I finally managed to stand up, I went into the bathroom. Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt like a prostitute who had just finished with a group of clients. Semen was flowing from my vagina and anus, covering my legs. I tried to wipe my thighs clean with toilet paper. The bathtub was filthy, looking like it hadn't been used in a year, and there wasn't even water. I could only use the limited amount of toilet paper to wipe the semen off my body, but I couldn't wipe the dried semen from my hair with toilet paper, nor could I comb it. So I found a small rope and tied my hair up to make it look less messy. I ran out of toilet paper, and I still looked like a mess, but at least under the cover of night, I was less conspicuous, and that meant I could go home.

I returned to my bedroom and found that the boys had taken all my clothes as souvenirs, so I had to go home wearing only the t-shirt. Bucky and I got into the car, and he took some old newspapers from the back seat to cover my lower body. Soon after, we arrived at the bar where we had agreed to meet. The bar was already closed, and there weren't many cars in the parking lot. My car keys, which were in my clothes, had been taken by the boys, so I had to find the spare key I had hidden in the car to drive home. As I bent down to look for the key, Bucky groped my bare buttocks from behind. When I reached under the carpet, I knew where the key was. Two staff members who had finished closing came out of the bar.

"What's up, buddy?" the taller man asked.

"This lady just came from a party; I'm just helping her home," Bucky replied.

I quickly straightened up, trying to cover my bare buttocks.

"Is the party over? Can we still join in?" the tall guy asked.

Bucky looked around and said, "Of course, why not? But she's tired, maybe she can only give you a blowjob."

"That's great!" the tall guy said.

I looked at them in surprise. Bucky walked behind me, put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Baby, why don't you squat down and let these two men try your oral skills?" He said as he pushed me down.

They both unzipped their shirts and pulled out their penises. I knelt on the gravel-strewn parking lot floor, grasping each of their penises in my hands and taking turns sucking their shafts. They reached inside my shirt and touched my breasts.

While I was giving them oral sex, I was also quite worried about being spotted by passing police. A nearly naked white woman giving oral sex to two Black men simultaneously in a parking lot at three in the morning would definitely be headline news the next day. So I used all my strength to speed up, trying to make them ejaculate as quickly as possible so I could leave.

After they ejaculated, I swallowed all their semen and continued looking for the key, while they put their pants back on and prepared to leave.

When I found the key, the two men stripped me of my only shirt and took it as a souvenir. I had no choice but to cover myself with a newspaper and drive home.

The neighbors were all asleep, so I wasn't worried about them seeing me like this. I parked the car and rushed inside, running straight to the bathroom for a shower. I looked at myself in the mirror. My breasts and thighs had bruises from where those boys had pinched me. My labia were red and swollen. Jack would be back tomorrow morning. If he saw me like this, he would definitely know what had happened. What should I do?

My first thought was to leave home, but then I changed my mind. The bruises would disappear in a few days. In the meantime, could I prevent Jack from seeing me naked? It's unlikely. What should I do? Jack will find out. He'll find out what kind of slut he married. I'll lose him.

Finally, I remembered there was an ointment at home that might solve the problem. As I opened the closet to look for it, a book fell out.

Since the ointment wasn't there, I picked up the book. But just as I was about to put it back, I found a Polaroid photo tucked inside. When I saw the photo, I was horrified. The person in the photo was me, lying naked on a motel bed, surrounded by the penises of six men. Some semen was flowing from my vagina. Clearly, I had just been gang-raped by these men.

Jack found out… (End of Chapter 3)

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