Please send comments on this story to bigone510@hotmail.com THE INTRUDERS by Harry Kuntz 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. Walt's heart had sunk. He wanted to die. In front of his eyes, his wife, his lovely Sheila, the only meaning in his life, was being taken away from him. She was being possessed by this despicable young barbarian. Despicable, but undoubtedly an incredible specimen of manhood. He hated Brad with all his soul, but he envied him even more than he hated him. Brad now had Sheila coming continuously. Each orgasm started before the preceding one had ended. Sheila felt like she was a sheer electric current, getting constantly stronger, utterly out of control. And then Brad knew the moment had come, and let himself go. Several more hard strokes, and Brad felt the overpowering climax. Masses of potent man-cream were forced from his oversized testicles, through the length of his hot, iron-hard penis, and into the deepest recesses of Sheila's cunt. The scalding force of his semen jets brought Sheila to a new level, as she shuddered and moaned through her final climax. For more than a minute, her body was nothing but pure, shaking sensation. Then, as a blessed calmness was restored to her, she knew she was happier and more deeply satisfied than she had ever been. The world was lovely, and nothing was lovelier than this paragon of a man who had given her such unimagined pleasure. She looked at him. Brad, and Walt, and everyone else in the room could see what was obvious. There was complete love in that look. From that moment, Sheila belonged to Brad. Like so many women before her, she was his. When Brad finally pulled out, his penis had "shrunk" to it's minimum of seven inches. "Crawl over here, asshole," he said to Walt. Walt's eyes were so filled with tears, he could hardly see what he was doing. "Clean me off," Brad snarled. Walt cleared his eyes and looked at the enormous penis, hanging inches from his eyes as Brad stood before him. Walt hardly knew what his thoughts were. He hated this youth who had stolen his wife, but he also felt awe for his manhood. He knew he could not blame Sheila. What woman could resist such power? But he just couldn't bring himself to do what Brad was ordering. "I - I - I just ca - can't," he stammered. CRACK! Brad had given him a slap so hard, he thought his jaw must be broken. It wasn't, but it would be sore for a week. "That was a love slap, shithead. Now do what I say or I'll hit you hard." Walt's fear overcame his revulsion, barely. He took Brad's shaft in his hand. Like Sheila before him, he was amazed at its weight. The smell of Brad's and Sheila's sex juices, sweat, and Brad's pure, manly crotch-smell almost overwhelmed him. Gingerly, he touched his tongue to Brad's penis. He was struck by the softness of the skin on Brad's massive organ. As he brought his tongue back into his mouth it brought with it a glob of Brad's man-cream, seasoned with Sheila's cuntjuice that had flowed so freely. Walt swallowed, and a moment later he retched and it was all he could do to avoid throwing up. "Throw up, asshole, and you'll swallow every bit of it." Walt barely controlled himself. Again his tongue lapped more sex juice from the massive cock, and again, until it was clean. Then Brad made him lap every speck of juice that had splashed into his rich fluff of pubic hair or onto his huge testicles. Walt became familiar with the musky taste and smell, and the feel of every inch of Brad's crotch. After that, Walt had to watch as Ray and Carlos raped his wife. Ray had eight inches of thick manmeat and Carlos had nine and a half. Each was more than twice as thick as Walt, who realized his own complete inadequacy as a man was being shown over and over again as this terrible night proceeded. Ray gave Sheila another orgasm, and Carlos gave her three. Then, Sheila was forced to give Mei Ling's pretty pussy a thorough lapping. Mei Ling had several strong orgasms, and Sheila found to her disgust that she was actually savoring the taste of Mei Ling's pussy. She looked up into Mei Ling's beautiful face and almost felt as if she was in love with the Asian teenager. She realized with disbelief she actually felt pride every time she brought Mei Ling to an ejaculation. When the strong taste of Mei Ling's final orgasm hit her tongue, Sheila exploded powerfully herself. Walt realized that even a woman could satisfy Sheila as he could not do. He thought things had hit rock bottom. But he had forgotten about Damon. "It's my turn now, you piece of shit," said Damon. "You want to put my big dick in your mouth and make me hard, and then have me fuck your shitty asshole, don't you?" "Oh, God, not that. Please, anything, anything but that." Again, Brad gave him a punch in the stomach, harder than before. It took Walt more than ten minutes to catch his breath and get over his agony. "Now, get on your knees and beg for it," said Brad, "before I give you a serious punch." Frightened out of his wits, Walt got on his knees in front of Damon, who still had his pants on. At this moment, Ray, who had gone out to the teenagers' pickup a few moments before, came back in with a video camera and began to record what happened next. But Walt knew he had no choice. "Please, let me suck your cock. I'm begging you," Walt pleaded with Damon. Damon, who apparently had real acting ability, acted as if he were confused and flustered. "But sir, that would be wrong. Especially with a teacher, and when I'm under age and all." "I'm begging you," Walt let out passionately. Behind Damon, and out of camera range, he could see Brad threatening him. "You're such a stud, I've got to have your beautiful prick. Please let me suck you and then fuck my ass." "Why don't you just fuck your wife," Damon asked. Brad was behind him, still threatening. "She can't satisfy me and I can't satisfy her. I'm not man enough. Let me know what it's like to be a real man with a man-sized prick by feeling you shoot your come deep in my ass. I promise, if you let me suck your cock I'll give you an A, and you won't have to do a bit of work." Damon started to pull away. "No professor, honestly, I don't think I should." Desperately, Walt lunged at him and pulled down his pants. He was amazed. Damon wasn't as big as Brad, but he was close. Walt remembered his thought that afternoon, and thought again, "how could such a stud be gay. He could be like Brad and have any woman he wanted." Walt put the head and several inches of Damon's huge meat into his mouth. Immediately, he felt the jerking motion of a rapidly hardening penis. His head was forced up, as Damon's meat grew and stiffened. Finally, he could keep only about an inch beyond the head in his mouth. Damon was thicker than his wrist and exactly twelve inches long. "I wish I were as big as Brad," Damon said, "but I can't imagine being as tiny as you." The others, watching intently as Walt was about to be brutally raped, snickered. "Don't worry," Carlos called out. "Look, Damon, you're more than twice as long as him, at least five times as thick, and much harder. What a pathetic excuse you are for a man, pussy. Beg Damon for his cock up your ass, you wimp." Walt turned around, got down on his knees, with his asshole sticking up toward Damon. The camera was still rolling. "Please, I'm begging you, please fuck me with that beautiful, huge cock of yours. I need it." "Okay, fag, you asked for it," Damon snarled, derisively. And Damon pressed the head of his massive cock against the tiny entrance to Walt's virgin asshole. Damon was still wet with Walt's saliva. Slowly, the head entered, and then with a pop it was inside. Walt thought he had never felt so much pain, not even when Brad hit him. He thought Damon would tear him to pieces. But Damon was stroking in and out now, getting deeper and deeper. Gradually, the pain subsided just a bit, and a pleasurable feeling began to emerge. Then Damon's prick hit Walt's prostate, and suddenly Walt was on fire. It was three weeks since he had had an orgasm, and now he was receiving a stimulus he had never known. Damon continued deeper and deeper, as the rough, veined surface of his hard cock set up a symphony of sensations on Walt's prostate. Suddenly he realized he really did need Damon's cock. "Oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me, plow me with that huge cock. Oh God, it's good, I need it. Fuck me, fuck me." Damon was getting hot as he saw the sexual power he had over this wimp who thought he was too pure to touch another man's penis. He was pumping fast now, and then he felt the thrill as he went past the point of no return. Electricity surged through both their bodies, and then Damon's big steel rod began jerking, and huge hot pellets of gay man-cream surged into what had been Walt's ass and was now, he knew to his shame, his pussy. Or rather, Damon's pussy. Damon's private property, just as Sheila's real pussy was now owned by Brad. The heat and force of Damon's eruption was easily enough to set Walt off, though his feeble spasms and the few drops of thin liquid that dribbled from his cock were pathetic compared to the man-sized orgasm Damon was experiencing. Moments later, Damon pulled his softened cock with a pop from Walt's violated man-pussy. Walt was forced to clean off the shit-streaked mancream from Damon's soft but still large dick. A few minutes later, masses of cream, laced with the brown of Walt's churned turds, began to ooze out of Walt's asshole. Brad made sure Walt scooped up every drop with his fingers and swallowed the mess. Again, it was all Walt could do to avoid throwing up, but he managed because he know that otherwise Brad would carry out his threat to make Walt swallow his own vomit. And every moment had been captured on videotape. Everybody fucked Sheila again at least two times in various orifices, and always Walt had to clean up with his tongue. Twice more Damon fucked Walt's man-pussy, though Walt was unable to mount another orgasm. When it was all over, Sheila begged Brad to stay. "I need you," she said. "I can't live if you don't fuck me again." Brad loved this. "What about your husband," he said. "I don't care about him. He's a pathetic piece of shit." "No, Sheila," Walt moaned,softly. But Sheila looked at him with contempt. Now that she knew what real men could do for her, she realized how worthless as a man Walt really was. And after seeing Walt lick another man's penis and allow another man to fuck him in the ass, she could never again have an ounce of respect for him. Brad had an idea, to see if Sheila meant what she said. There were elegant photographs of Walt and Sheila standing on a shelf. He took the picture of Walt and put it on the floor. "All right, if you mean what you say, shit on him." Sheila smiled. "With great pleasure," she said. Walt could hardly believe it. "No, Sheila, don't. You can't." But Sheila calmly walked to the picture, squatted over it, and after a couple of moments delay and one big, noisy fart, dropped a big turd right on Walt's smiling face. The intruders laughed hysterically, yelling that Walt had never looked better, and making similar cracks. "Okay, shithead, go clean up the shit from your wife's beautiful bottom. It's better than you deserve." Walt was hardly aware of the horror to which Brad was now subjecting him, as he was so dejected by what he had just seen his wife do. And, he realized, not because she was forced. Because she wanted to. Brad's replacement of him was absolutely complete, and all he was good for now was to serve as her asswipe. So he kneeled down behind her, and used his tongue on her stinking, filthy ass crack. The smell and taste were unbelievably disgusting, but somehow he managed to do it. "Just a minute," said Mei Ling. "That bitch is no better than he is. They are a pair of shitheads." And she walked to the shelf, put Sheila's picture on the floor, squatted over it, and deposited two large turds right on her smile. Walt was ordered to clean her off as well, and submissively, he obeyed. Brad announced that they would be going. He told Sheila that if she wanted him to come back and fuck her some more, her husband would have to beg for it. Sheila made it clear to Walt she'd walk out on him that night if he didn't beg and beg and never stop begging. So Walt got on his knees once more. Of course, he promised that the next morning, first thing, he would change all these students' grades to A. (Ray, Carlos, and Mei Ling had all gotten D's.) And he begged Brad to come back and fuck Sheila, because he was a wimp who could never hope to satisfy her. He begged him to bring Damon back to fuck him again. He begged him to let him drink all their piss and to eat all their shit. He swore he wanted nothing more than to be their degraded sex slave for the rest of his life. And it was the truth. Please send comments to bigone510@hotmail.com
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