Chapter 4

After they left, I did what I could to clean myself. My body was in agony and when I looked at myself in the mirror I wanted to vomit. Never have I been so abused before and never have I entertained so many sexual partners. They might be boys but they had a man’s mentality on how to take what they wanted. No matter how much I washed the smell and taste of a teenager’s cum was still with me. how could I let myself get into this mess? How could I let myself be raped by my own students?

I did my best and got dressed, at least my clothes were taken care of. The halls were empty and I was able to leave undetected. I felt so dirty driving home and when I pulled in the driveway, I wondered what I would tell me husband. How would he look at me knowing I was gang banged by a bunch of juvenile delinquents? How do I look at myself when I shower knowing I had more cocks in my mouth in a few hours than in my lifetime? I hated today, I hated them, and I hated myself.

My husband wasn’t home and I took a long hot bath. I needed to evacuate as much boy sperm as possible and I needed to let my body return to its normal appearance. My pussy hurt so bad and my asshole was victimized and penetrated for the first time. those things I knew could heal unseen, but how do I hide the bite marks that covered my body? How do I explain to him or to myself that a dozen boys left their mark on me and warned me to keep quiet? I tried my best to hold it together but I lost it when I used a soft sponge between my legs and through the soreness inflicted, my additional touch, it brought me arousal. This I couldn’t explain.

I got dressed in a nice comfortable sundress. It was loose fitting and dark in color. I was home so I could go without anything underneath. I don’t think I could deal with anything rubbing against me right now. Even when I walked, I could feel them inside me, feel them releasing their seed. I made myself a strong drink even though it was early, I needed it that bad.

I muttered through dinner and thankfully there was a game on tonight so he would be occupied all night. I took a second hot bath and this time I focused on soaking my battered and bruised body. I had to try and stop my tits from turning colors and most of all, I had to ease the pain where they thought it was funny to bite my pussy lips. After my bath I sat and rubbed lotion everywhere. I used a lot on my tits, they were misused the most. I watched myself in the mirror and had flashbacks of my torment.

Boys shoving cocks in my mouth was bad enough but something I could move past. My only saving grace was I loved sucking my husband’s cock. He was much bigger but was never forceful and never pushed it down my throat. I must have swallowed fifteen loads of cum today. Fifteen, it seems impossible but I did.

As I rubbed in my lotion, I ignored faces. The last thing I wanted was to know them and be forced to have eye contact with them. It was more what I felt and what I felt was me being used like a whore. My pussy treated with harshness, sucked, and fucked, and the final blow, when he fisted me and stretched me in a way, I didn’t think my body could. Feeling such a huge presence inside me was mind altering and as wrong as it was, an amazement. I closed my eyes to find some peace but what I found was darkness. Not in my rape, not in it coming from my students, the darkness came when the afterthoughts were in my mind, my body responded with something I found disturbing, it responded with the need to orgasm. Now I was really scared.