As I lay here on the hard mattress in an airport district motel, I stared up at the stained ceiling and wondered again how I could have been such a stupid bitch.

I’m not actually stupid. Far from it in fact. My ACT and SAT scores were top of my class in High school. I graduated valedictorian in fact. After High school, I went on to get my bachelors and masters degrees in education. Sought highly afterward by many schools and finally winding up the head principle of the high school in this small City. At 25-years-old, I have achieved the success that I wanted. I am respectable, well off financially, and have a modicum of power and influence in the community since I am the Assistant Principal at the High School.

But now that was all going to be gone. All because I decided to stick my nose into the private lives of others.

A jet flies over and my attention is drawn to the vibrating ceiling. I study a spot up there over my head and wonder what type of fluid might have caused it, and try not to think about it at the same time.

I sigh heavily and this brings on a tickling sensation as my belly moves and a gob of thick semen oozes from my vagina and slowly creeps down across my asshole. I almost close my spread legs out of reflex, but then remember that Joey has ordered me keep them spread at least shoulder width apart at all times to allow my ‘nasty dick garage’ to remain on display.

One of the Four remaining men in the room noticed the illicit flow and elbowed the guy beside him. They watched with leering sneers as at least Two ounces of thick goo slowly bubbled from my sore stretched hole and slid downward.

The older man rubbed his wilted penis absentmindedly and told the first guy, who was only about 19-years-old, “Yeah ... Look at that. Her cunt is already so fucked out and full of jizz that it won’t even hold our cum up inside her. She’s gonna be leaving a slime trail like a snail everywhere she goes for the next month.”

He looked toward the door. “Are we doing a good job Steve-o?” My Steve just looked at him, them back to me. His expression was blank and dispassionate. A fake smile on his face. But I could see in his eyes that he didn’t enjoy any of this.

The younger man laughs and replies, “Well, that’s the general idea. We were invited here to fuck her until it runs out of her nose.” He adds with a laugh, “As soon as my dick recovers a little more I’m gonna get into that sexy little ass. You should fuck her cunt while I ream her shitter. Maybe we can get her to squeal like a little piglet again.”

There is a knock on the door and Steve opens it. I feel my face burn and I blush. I want to melt into the mattress. Seven members of the football team have just walked in. All black.

They leer at my naked and abused body and they laugh cruelly. As they remove their clothing, I die a little more inside.

How could I have let this happen? Why didn’t I just mind my own damned business? What did it matter to me if Joey was fucking his guidance counselor? IF he was! I didn’t even have any solid proof before I tried to get her fired.

My name is Kelly Williams. I’m 25-years-old. I believe that my most attractive features are my Green eyes and pouty lips. I’m 5 foot Three, 105 pounds. Petite, with barely B-cup breasts and 30” flared hips. I’m a little self conscious about my flat ass. I wish it were fuller and more rounded. My long blonde hair is kept tightly wound in a ‘bun’ while at work, but when I let it down it falls down past my flat ass to mid thigh. And I believe only sluts shave their pubic hair, but I do ‘trim’ so I won’t be obscene in a bikini. And I shave my armpits and legs.

I currently have almost everything I ever wanted or dreamed for in life. The job, the car, the house, and a wonderfully good looking and sexy boyfriend. My Steve was only 23, but he was a pure hunk. Six-foot Three with blonde hair and ice blue eyes. Chiseled facial features like a magazine model. And though it was more like a swimmer or basketball player than a weightlifter, his muscular body was hard in all the right places and well defined. He is sweet and considerate, but a bit on the boisterous side sometimes. He shows a lot of angst when anything ‘gay’ comes up, and openly declares them perverts who deserve to die.

Steve is an RN nurse at a convalescent center. He works 3 to 11 Monday thru Friday. He recently sold his house and moved in with me. We live together happily, get along great, and he had even been hinting at us getting married for the last few weeks.

His penis was around 6 inches long, thick, circumcised, and had a wonderfully flared bulbous tip that massaged me in all the right places inside. Yes, I know there were bigger ones, but his was perfect for me.

I had only experienced sex with Two other guys in my past. Once in high school, and I mean ONE TIME, after the prom. And again once in college when I got too drunk and a guy I had been crushing on bent me over the deck railing at a party and spent a total of 90 seconds inside me before he lost it. I saw him Three times afterward, but he turned out to be kinda a dickhead and even told his friends about us ‘fucking’. I broke it off with him very quick. The Two guys were both smaller than Steve, or maybe ‘thinner’ is more accurate, so the first time he and I were intimate he used his equipment to send me into orbit. I decided then and there that he was all I needed. Those other whores could have the ‘big cocks’, I was happy with what I had.

I’m not very experienced sexually, and maybe even a little prudish. I always masturbated, using just my fingers, but that was my whole sexual experience before Steve. I didn’t even own a dildo or vibrator.

We even had a long difficult talk recently because I felt I had adopted an unhealthy fetish. Steve had been frequently coming home after I had gone to bed and he would slip in behind me and slowly sink his hard member into me from behind. Even if I was already sleeping. I would wake up with him slowly thrusting into my depths. It made me wanton, wet, horny, and ready for hot steamy action. In short, I LOVED IT. We would fall asleep afterward with his softening penis plugging my well satisfied pussy.

After a few times of this happening I would sometimes lay in bed waiting for him to get home, hoping that he would repeat this act. My pussy would be wet and I had to resist the urge to touch myself. He never failed me. He always gave me what I needed. If he didn’t initiate on his own, all I had to do was wiggle my butt into his groin as he spooned me, and he would always get the urge. Within moments his hardness would be poking insistently into my crack, and he would soon slip into me.

But this was a little bit outside my normally straight laced beliefs. The idea that I wanted to be taken in my sleep, or that he would have sex with an unconscious woman, grated on my prudish ways. It almost seemed ‘rapey’ in a way. I finally sat down and opened up about my thoughts and feelings he was aghast. He had honestly believed I was awake every single time, and vowed that he had never ever even fantasized about having non-consensual sex with a woman or girl.

I regretted my talk with him for almost a week. Silently waiting and wishing as he came to bed and avoided my ‘sleeping’ form until I finally told him that I missed it. I almost begged him to ravish me nightly, and gave him blanket permission to ‘do me’ in this odd manner whenever he came home.

Our only other ‘disagreements’ in the bedroom were over my aversion to oral and anal sex. He had mentioned it a couple times and I finally let him know with finality that I believed those acts were nasty and perverted, and they were totally off the menu. Bless his heart, he just shrugged and told me he believed my pussy was enough and those acts would not be a missed activity. He never even tried again.

Two days ago...

I was on the phone with Steve giggling like a little schoolgirl. We had torn up the bed so badly this morning that we had to totally re-make it afterward. As I sat in my car talking to him, in front of my high school, I casually noticed that little punk Joey White come roaring into the parking lot. Not driving fast or recklessly, but with those loud mufflers vibrating everything. He is only Seventeen, and that makes him ineligible to drive a vehicle or park on campus according to the rules. I had complained about him driving and parking on campus before, when I found out he was not yet Eighteen, but I was told he had held a ‘hardship license’ since he was Fourteen due to his elderly grandmother and was just as legal to drive and park on campus as I was.

I was then surprised and shocked to see who got out of the passenger side of his truck. Jenny ... the recently divorced Ms. Jennifer Bryant ... the Junior class guidance counselor. They were laughing and acting like the best of friends. A little too friendly in my book. A teacher or staff member should NEVER be too familiar or friendly with a student.

I watched them closely as they walked to the front office. At the door Joey opened it and held it for her to enter. No doubt that he was always a very gentlemanly and respectful young man, I always cut him a little slack for those traits. It was just his whole aloofness and his indifference to his education, and how he flaunted the established rules. That irked me I guess. Maybe I had him all wrong. Maybe I was just being a bitch.

He smiled and obviously bid her a good day as she smiled back at him. Then I saw it. For a fleeting second, as she passed through the doorway, Jenny reached out and ‘tickled’ her fingers down his forearm and across his hand.

“I KNEW IT!!” I exclaimed loudly.

“What? What’s wrong?” Steve asked me excitedly.

“Nothing sweetie.” I told him. “I just caught someone doing something bad. I’ll explain tonight, but I gotta go for now.”

“Okay sexy.” He said with a laugh. “Go rid the world of rule breakers. I’ll see you tonight.”

I snatched up my belongings and exited my car. I was in such a rush that I forgot to get my keys out of the ignition and had to go back for them. Entering the building, I walked briskly to my own office. I tossed my things on the floor behind my desk and pulled out the employee manual. Buzzing the secretary, I told her, “Ms. Jackson ... Please bring a staff disciplinary form to my office please.”

I might not be allowed to interrupt Joey’s testing with the State Administrator, but that little red haired bitch’s ass was in a sling for sure.

One month ago...

Joey White was a 57-year-old retired trucker. In the summer of 2022 he had been on a trip to Alaska, a lifelong dream, and had been killed by a bear. Not exactly the whole story though. See, his death at the ‘paws & jaws’ of the bruin occurred while he was protecting a young girl. Without pause or consideration, Joey literally ran into the clutches of the big grizzly to keep it from attacking the 9-year-old girl. On his deathbed, or rather the ER gurney, he was visited by a ‘being’.

Now he was 17 again, in July of 1982. He was again being allowed to re-live his life. Given the chance to correct past sins and mistakes. Unfortunately for me, he was also granted a few ‘powers’ that were to help him along his path. He had been granted perfect health, immunity to disease and sickness, and the ability to heal from any non-fatal wounds or injuries in an extremely accelerated manner. Perfect physical fitness was another bonus.

The ‘entity’ had given him the ability to alter his appearance, muscle tone and size, and the length of his hair ... all as he desired. The ability to increase his physical strength up to 10 times normal when he needed or wanted it. And his mental acuity was now as high as humanly possible. He had total recall, with clarity, of anything he had ever seen, heard, or read. And it applied to anything may yet see, read, or hear into the future. This included dexterity related things like musical and athletic abilities and talents.

He now had a 9” penis, thick as his own wrist. And it would reach 9.75” by the time he stabilized in maturity at age 22. His balls were as large as Goose eggs, and hung heavily in his hairy sack. They too would increase in size, winding up the size of Tangerines. His sperm was only able to impregnate a female when he specifically wanted it to. He also had the ability to attain and maintain an erection for as long as he liked, regardless of how many orgasms he had. Anyone he ‘presented’ his erection to was compelled and willing to ‘suck it’, and would swallow greedily. His sperm now had a distinct and naturally ‘fruity’ flavor that made women enjoy tasting it, and left them with an overwhelming desire to taste it more in the future. His ejaculations were now Six ounces, and would increase as until he reached full maturity at 22-years-old. At which time they would become a full Cup in volume. He could deliver that amount at any time he wished, as many times as he wished, just by thinking about it. Anyone who ingested it became highly suggestible, with permanent retention of his implanted commands. Basically, he was able to control their minds. Anyone who ingested his sperm could also be imparted with excellent health and perfect mental or physical condition if he desired, and he could also alter the body shape of anyone who ingested it. Even permanently. All he had to do is concentrate on that outcome when he climaxed. And the magical ‘entity’ was now ever present with him, serving as an ‘advisor’ to help him succeed in his second chance at life.

Kelly would have died of outrage and shock had she known Joey had fucked more times, and with more people, just in the past week, than she had in her entire life.

Kelly Williams’s office...

I had just finished filling out the complaint form when Ms. Jackson knocked on my door and stuck her head in.

“Miss Williams ... There’s a young man who says he has to see you. He says it’s an emergency.”

“Send him in.” I told her.

Joey White stepped in and thanked Ms. Jackson. I was a little disgusted with him after what I saw this morning. As Ms. Jackson closed the door, I told him to take a seat. He instead stepped to the side of my desk, a confident smirk on his face. I sat upright and looked up at him as he stopped beside my office chair. His too close proximity had put my face way too close to his waistline. I couldn’t help but cast a quick glance at the obscene bulge in his jeans. After all, it was right there at ‘nose level’ and only 12 inches away. I looked up into his eyes and was about to tell him to sit down in the chair across my desk from me. He flipped his wrists and opened his jeans, and out popped a truly a huge penis. I jutted from his crotch and ended only an inch or Two from my face.

I was shocked. I was appalled. And I wanted to scream at him ... But I didn’t do any of that. Instead I was suddenly overcome with lust, my pussy flooded with juices, and I wanted to suck his huge pecker so bad my heart actually ached that I wasn’t already doing it.

“Go ahead.” He said simply. “Suck it.”

The feel of it was exquisite. It filled a never before felt void in my very soul as it filled my mouth. I now wanted to taste his sperm with all my might. Had to taste it. Had to drink it. I worked on him as hard as I could. Struggling to remember everything I ever heard about sucking dick, and praying he would enjoy it enough to let me bring him to completion and cum in my mouth. He did seem to enjoy it, calling me a sexy slut and a good cocksucker while squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples. And he did cum in my mouth. Oh my god did he cum. Steve never ejaculated that much semen, not even when we stayed in bed all day one Saturday and he came in me several times.

And his semen tasted like ... I don’t know, but it was the sweetest and most delicious flavor I have ever known. Even after almost choking and gagging to swallow it all, I already wanted more.

Then a warm happy feeling washed over my body. My mind was focused only on Joey, and I felt as calm as I never had before. I looked at him as he began to speak.

As Kelly swallowed and suckled to get every last drop, her eyes glazed over. “What are you doing with those forms Miss Williams? Are you trying to get Jenny fired?”

“Yes.” She answered. “That bitch is gone. I saw her this morning with a student, with my own eyes. I’m finally going to be rid of her.”

“Why? What did she do?” Joey asked her.

“She ... She ... Well, she’s just not right for the education profession. The way she acts with you, the way her jeans fit so tightly and outline her crotch obscenely, and the way she lets her breasts sway and bounce around instead of wearing a properly fitting bra.”

“So you’re jealous?”

Kelly tried to flounder but answered honestly, “Yes. I am.”

Joey looked at me sadly. He thought a moment then spoke. “This isn’t good Kelly. You’re trying to destroy someone for your own petty reasons. And unfortunately for you, that someone is my everything.” “I’m sorry but you’re going to have to be punished.”

She felt a little dread as he began to speak, “Beginning today you’re going to...”

15 minutes later I was sitting at my desk, alone, with a wonderfully pleasant aftertaste in my mouth. Joey was gone, as was whatever I had been working on. I didn’t even care what it was.

I was so happy that the fall term of school hadn’t started yet. At exactly 1:30 PM I left my office for home. Tonight was Friday and Steve had a rare night off. We had big plans. I thought a moment and was in kind of a panic because I couldn’t remember what the plans were. But a calmness flowed over me as I realized I didn’t need to remember, I would find out when I got home.

I stopped at the Winn Dixie store on the way home and bought 2 large and long cucumbers and a big tube of KY jelly. Not sure why we needed that, but I just knew that it was important to our big night.