The Rowing Team Earns a Reward

The story centres around a North London state school, or Comprehensive. Bill is head of the school science department and his wife, Laura, is the school secretary. They have been married just 3 years, her first marriage, but Bill's second. Laura is step mother to Andy, Bill's only son, who is in his second year at University, studying Physics.

As well as teaching Maths and Physics, Bill is the coach of the school rowing team. It has just one boat, a coxless 4, that is the only boat they can afford. Rowing had always been a sporting afterthought and the school had been a joke amongst others more interested in the sport. This year, they had an exceptional Four, with great talent. The school was interracial and by chance all the young men were black and close friends. They were all well over 6ft and powerfully built.

The season hadn't started well, with more losses than wins, then one week, Laura came with her husband and they won three races in the afternoon. That settled it, she was obviously good luck for the team, so she had to accompany them on every race day. It helped that she was a very pretty blonde, with a staggering figure, tall,, slim, but with remarkable breasts, At 38D-24-36, she was an unobtainable figure of lust for all the male teenage students in the school and so not so popular with the girls of course.

The boys seemed to be right, they hardly lost a competition for the rest of the season and she was a welcome site at the end of each days races, with a picnic and cold soft drinks ready for them. She had to wear the same clothes each race day, as the boys believed they would lose if she didn't. Exhausted after the hard work and loading the Four onto a school bus, they would be greeted with Laura, dressed in brief white shorts and a white polo shirt, kneeling down, putting out plates and boxes of pies and sandwiches. The same view of a welcoming deep cleavage, as she leant forward. even when she sat up, the shirt struggled to contain her chest and her nipples pushed against her bra.

They had long discussions whether her breasts were natural, or courtesy of a boob job. The consensus was they were all her own. They jiggled as moved too much to be made of silicon. Of course they didn't dare to ask. It was a running joke at these picnics, that the boys were transfixed by her tits.

"Come on boys, look me in the eyes, you can if you try. I'm not just a pair of large breasts you know."

They all laughed at the same old joke, but tore their gaze away from her chest.

"OK miss, guilty as charged, but you've no idea how much we look forward to seeing you in a tight shirt at the end of the races, when we're tired." Gregory replied with a grin.

"Well I'm glad they are good for morale." In fact she was well used to men she met being transfixed, speechless, at the site of her Breasts and she did enjoy the attention and knew they were spectacular. Bill was proud of the attention his very pretty young wife always seemed to get. He had encouraged her fantasy about showing off her assets, with a couple of nude photo shoots in the last year. The pictures were online, her identity partly hidden by sunglasses and they were both excited at the thought of unknown men masturbating over her pictures. He liked her displaying herself with revealing clothing, though not at school of course.

She was just 31, not that much older than the 4 handsome boys eating her lunch. They were all 18 and about to leave school to got to University, all at top departments, subject to final exam results, two were going to Cambridge, one Oxford and one to University college London. Their rowing skills had helped get them get places, they knew it and were grateful.

It was nearly the end of Term, when the boys would leave school. After they had packed away the picnic, they were on the way back to school, when Jim suggested a celebration. The obvious time was that weekend when they were to return to the small school boathouse, near Pangbourne on the Thames, to clean the boat and put it away till next season. Laura agreed to stick to her usual race day uniform.

So, late morning on Saturday, they loaded the boat onto the roof of the small school bus and headed out of London. The only addition to the party was Andy, her stepson, back home from Uni. He knew the four black friends well and they chatted about his experiences at college. The main point of discussion was how hot the women students were and Andy's replies weren't that encouraging. At the end of the journey, Bill drove the bus carefully down the rough track which lead to the river and the isolated small boat house.

When they arrived, the men stripped to the waist and started cleaning and inspecting the boat for any damage, but no major repairs were needed. After a while they took it into the wooden house and hung it up on a rack. Meanwhile, Laura was setting out the special picnic, with various salads, a large quiche, grilled marinaded chicken and sausages. She had hung a large basket in the water when they'd arrived and she asked if the boys were allowed a beer, which they were ( The minimum drinking age in the UK is 18).

"Don't tell anyone I gave you a beer, promise" And they all nodded agreement.

The four boys, Gregory, Dale, Jackson, or Jack as he was known and Anton, were used to Laura's picnic outfit, Andy was not. He had the hots for his stepmom as badly as the others and he'd never seen her so scantily dressed, with her Breasts proudly pushing against the thin cotton of her shirt and her ass and thighs straining the brief shorts.

There was a half hour of near silence as they tucked into the food. Everyone had complimented Laura on her efforts. When they'd finished, Laura packed the remaining food into cool boxes and they all lay back on the grass, enjoying the early Summer sun.

Suddenly Dale suggested, "I'm for a swim, anyone else coming?"

"You be careful lads, I know you can all swim, but the water is treacherous, stick together and look out for each other, OK?" Bill warned.

"We know coach, people drown in the Thames every year, we'll be careful. OK to take our shorts off, we're all wearing underpants?" Dale asked.

It was Laura's turn to be impressed, all the boys sported a good sized package in their Y Fronts.

As they went to jump in the cold water, Jack asked. "You coming too, coach, Laura, it will cool you down.?"

"I'll just keep an eye out, make sure you're safe." Jim said and Laura just shook her head and said.

"I don't think my brief bra and pants are suitable for a young audience."

The boys jumped in and shrieked at the ice cold water, but it did feel good.

"Go on Laura, you'll be fine, they are five young gentleman."

"Oh no Bill Griffiths, you just want to watch me parading in front of healthy. teenagers, who all seem very well equipped by the way."

She looked at them enjoying the water till she gave in.

"Sure your OK them seeing me in my very brief underwear?"

After a brief pause she went on, "Of course you are, that's want you want, I know, isn't it you old pervert?"

They both laughed and he said, "not so much of the old please."

She jumped up, pulled off her shirt and shorts and walked to the water. Jim saw the underwear was very brief indeed.

"Room for a small one gents?"

"Of course, but those two couldn't be described as small ones, now could they."

She leant forward and wagged her finger at Jack who'd made the comment. They waited, breathless with anticipation, convinced her tits would fall out of the tiny beige cups struggling to contain them, but they hung on, though her nipples were nearly fully exposed, like large buttons.

Laura didn't jump in, but sat down and slipped into the water, with hoots of encouragement. They immediately surrounded her, including Andy and she felt discreet gentle touches on her near naked body.

"now let's behave like the gentlemen you are, shall we?" she said grinning and the hungry hands became more discreet.

After about 15 minutes, Bill helped to pull them up the slippery bank. There was shocked silence, as Laura and Bill took in the much larger swellings in all five boy's pants. Laura was at a loss, what would happen next. She was aware her underwear was transparent and clinging to her body, outlining the beautiful shape of her breasts and the clear outline of shaved pudenda.

After a few moments of awkward silence, Dale said.

"You know Laura, there is a lot of discussion about whether your Breasts are real, or not all your own. The girls particularly think their silicon, but their just jealous of course."

"Of course they're real, no surgeon's worked on my my tits, never mind adding to them." Laura was offended.

"Yes, Yes, they look very real, but surgery is so good these days, I think we need a closer examination. Besides it would be a kind of reward for all our hard work, to touch them."

"What all of you?" Laura asked hopefully.

"Bill, what do you think, it doesn't seem right at all?"

"Well they are leaving school and I'm sure they'll never breathe a word. Besides they have worked so hard and not let school work slip either. Just a quick touch, I'm sure will be ok."

Dale walked up to her and very gently both hands under her heavy breasts and lifted them, feeling their weight. both thumbs gently touched her nipples and Laura gasped, they were always very sensitive.

The other's including Andy, formed a circle and gently stroked and fondled her. Her head fell back, as more hands explored her Breasts, stroked her ass over her pants and even discreetly between her thighs, searching for her clitoris. Her legs nearly gave way as a finger gently rubbed it.

"Oh boys please, no, Bill won't you stop them?" But he just laughed.

"Thankyou Laura, that's very helpful, but the bra is still supporting you. We don't know how they would change shape without it. If they were false, they'd just sit their, rigid on your chest, but they would sag a little without it. I mean they must be very heavy."

They hadn't noticed, but a couple walking down the other bank, just stopped, quite astonished at seeing a beautiful women being groped by five young men. Finally, they sat down to watch.

"Do you think I need to take my bra off then, you know so you can be sure? I don't want you thinking, you know, that I'm cheating somehow."

"I suppose it would make it absolutely clear, wouldn't it?" Jack murmured, hardly able to speak, his mouth dry.

"Well OK then, if you think it's really necessary., I suppose I must."

Then Laura slowly reached behind her and undid the bra. Then she lifted the straps off her shoulders and let it drop. And yes, her tits did actually sag a little in a delightful way.

There was a polite round of clapping from the couple on the other bank and Laura waved a greeting, noting that the husband was taking pictures, but that was alright.

The boys were struck dumb gazing at her magnificent, obviously!00% natural, boobs.

"Do you think, you know, that you need to check to be absolutely sure? That's OK if you do."

The boys inched towards her and suddenly the hands were all back on her, gripping her breasts, pinching the nipples. Lifting them, feeling the weight, pushing them together. Laura had a shrewd idea why they did that. Every boyfriend she'd had before Bill and there had been a lot, had wanted to fuck her tits the first time they had sex. That had often been when they'd first met in a pub and she'd seen that intense longing, as they'd mentally undressed her.

That first time had often been the last, as the man, she often couldn't remember their name, tit fucked her first, sometimes coming over her tits, they were so excited, then forcing themselves into her throat. She'd always been proud how much cock she could swallow. Finally they'd fuck her hard, no thought for her needs, but that's what excited her. She nearly always came noisily. They'd fall asleep of course, but they always woke her, once 6 times in one night. Sometimes they'd wanted her ass too and she'd always let them, keeping some gel on the bedside table for that reason. She'd let her one night hook ups, do whatever they wanted, never complaining. It was the degradation and humiliation that she craved. About once a month, she'd collect two friends in the pub and bring them both home, to share her. Those were the best nights, when she was always bruised and aching next day, particularly her ass. They sometimes wanted to tag team her in the ass for up to an hour. The ultimate humiliation was being offered money next morning, before they scurried out of her flat, ashamed of themselves. She always took the money of course, London's an expensive place to live. The idea that the men just assumesd she was a whore was thrilling. Sometimes she went on a second date with one of them, but the sex was never so good.

This all went through Laura's mind as all the hands gently explored and probed. Her. Hands were taken and placed on erect cocks covered by their wet inderpants and my word they were very hard and very large. She groaned in expectation as she gripped them.

Laura heard herself murmur, "Take off those pants, let me see. you too Andy, only if you want mind, or you can watch all of them doing your stepmother if you'd prefer."

How could she say these disgusting things? It was just the old longing coming back, from her single days. When the need took hold, she could do anything, really anything. She remembered the vey worst, most degrading time. It was actually in a crowded pub. A group of 5 had laid her over a table and done everything, as she cried and whimpered. The rest of the drinkers clapped and jeered her, till they'd finally finished. She'd just grabbed her clothes, pulling some on and staggered out of the pub. She'd been lucky not to have been followed out and raped in the street, or met other men on the way home, who would have treated her the same.

At least now she felt safe, she trusted the boys, but needed what they what they were going to do to her. By now, there was another couple across the river, watching and an older single man on her side. His trousers were open as he pleasured himself.

Laura stepped back and slowly pushed down her soaking and now torn, underpants. Then she just stood, staring at the huge erections she had encouraged. She reached out and gripped two of them, gently stroking and encouraging. With a little push, she dropped to her knees and jack knelt in front of her, putting his thick hard 7 inches in her cleavage, gripping her tits as he thrust between them. She'd forgotten how incredibly hard teenagers could be

She reached for the 2 nearest and pulled them towards her mouth, She trying to suckle each in turn, swallowing as much as cock as she could, whilst Jack pummelled her breasts. This went on for how long, she couldn't tell. Then each in turn splashed cum onto her Tits, in her mouth, over her face. She tried to swallow all she could There was a brief pause, as she caught her breath, then she noticed the audience was slowly growing, most of them taking photos, jeering, shouting encouragement, making suggestions as to what the boys should do to her, very detailed, crude suggestions. But the couldn't help loving it, in her mind she was back to her single days in London.

The two last boys approached her and she looked, ashamed at Andy, whispering an apology. He said nothing, just pushing his large cock straight in her throat. He gripped the back of her head and fucked her mouth hard. He wasn't quite as big as the others, but big enough and she struggled to cope, to breathe, to control her gagging, till she felt the spurts into her pharynx, trying to swallow as best she could. She managed to spit him out and fell forward, wheezing, coughing up cum from her airway as best she could. He was obviously angry at her, still, he seemed to have a cruel streak she hadn't seen before. She was covered in a sheen of sweat and large streaks of semen. still gasping for breath, as Anton bent down and stroked her hair, trying to calm her, it seemed to work.

He was the quietist of the four friends and she smiled in gratitude, then bent down to take him in her mouth. Gosh he really was big, over 7 inches like the other boys, but so thick. She just held him, admiring his erection. She must have had as big a cock before, but she couldn't remember when. Opening her mouth wide, she took a little in, but he gently pulled out and covered her mouth. Lowering her onto the grass, he reached for a cushion to put under her ass, then softly lifted her calves over his shoulder. She looked at Bill, questioning with a look, he just shrugged. So she lay back and one of the boys made her comfortable with a cushion under her head. Bill, like many husbands, had a guilty fantasy of watching their wives being taken, whilst he watched. The growing audience was just a bonus.

"Slowly Anton please, your so big, just take it easy."

He grinned proudly and just put the head into her entrance, moving up and down very slowly, to give her time. It was no use, she needed him, needed a good fucking.

"It's Ok Anton, push in now.... that's it, all the way please... oh yes that's it."

He bottomed out against her womb, but was still only 2/3 penetrating her.

Laura made an animal growl, then moaned as he rested for a minute, giving her time.

"Please Anton, please, do me, do it hard, make my teeth rattle."

He pulled out, nearly right out, then in hard.

She Shrieked and her growing audience laughed and jeered. Even a canal boat had stopped a few yards from the bank.

Each thrust was a little, harder, a little deeper, till after a minute, she took all of him. At that point her legs spasmed and she screamed with her first orgasm, trying to push him off. He held her firmly till she stopped twitching, then started pummelling her again. He seemed to know what she wanted as he rose to his knees, pushed her legs, still round his neck, down to squash her breasts. Now he was poised above her cunt and used his arms each side of her chest to lift himself out, then drop into her using all his body weight, speeding up little by little. Each time, her lungs emptied with the pressure and she felt she might snap in two. This gave the audience across the river a great view of her being stretched and filled by the huge cock, producing more shouts of encouragement.

"That's it lad, pound her into the ground."

"Nail her into the ground."

"Yes, yes, yes, you bastard, harder, oh YEEEEES." She came again, as strong an orgasm as she could remember, but he didn't stop pounding her, if possible even harder. Then he groaned aloud, grinding himself into her. As she felt the jets of cum, she came for the last time. He crawled off her, lying on his face in the grass. All Laura could do was lie there twitching, groaning and gasping. Her legs were spread wide, she didn't care, a slow stream of white cum trickled onto her thighs.

"You are the man Anton, you're an animal." She turned slightly and gave him a hard slap on the ass. He just grinned, exhausted.

"All this time, there was clapping, jeering, cheering. Some men were being dragged away by angry wives, all the while making their disgust and contempt, very clear.

Shouts of "Whore, slut, paedophile slut, fucking animal." The women in the audience were not happy at all.

Others, mostly men, were very happy. They shouted encouragement and obscene suggestions.

"Is that all you've got lads?"

"Do the tart again."

"Do the whore in the ass."

"We want double penetration, come on, in the bitches ass, come on."

The suggestions got more and more crude, but Laura loved it, back in the old world of degradation and humiliation. All the boys were embarrassed. Two of them got cloths and soaked them in the river, to wash the sweat and cum off her as best they could. The cold water started to revive her and she noticed her 5 assailants were starting to swell again "Thank heaven for teenage stamina." she thought.

Laura pushed herself up and reached for Gregory, swallowing and sucking him to a full erection.

Jack and Andy both tried to push their cocks between her tits together. They finally succeeded in fucking them together, whilst gripping her painfully.

Eventually all five of them were erect. Gregory pulled her forward on her hands and knees. He spread her thighs and pushed deep into her stretched vagina from. At the same time, Dale pushed into her mouth, then straight into her throat, before gripping her head and fucking her mouth without mercy. They penetrated her hard together, so her body bent with each thrust.

After a short time they were replaced and was given the same treatment. Some of the men across the river asked for her to be twisted side on to them, so they could see her being deeply penetrated in the mouth and cunt by the huge cocks, see her whole body shuddering with the force of each thrust.

It seemed to go on and on, with no rest. Even Laura's renowned stamina was waning and none of them had cum again, she was beginning to panic. There were stories, of women being gang fucked to death. she looked at Bill, but he was engrossed and taking photos all the time.

Finally they stopped for the moment and someone gave her a bottle of water to gulp down, but it was such a short break. She wasn't going to beg for mercy, she was sure she could take it.

Gregory knelt down with his buttocks on his ankles, holding out his arms to her. She was able to shuffle forward and strong arms lifted her up and over his erection., then spread her swollen labia and she fell down fully penetrated by her body weight, with another shriek of pain. He was strong enough to lift her up and let her slide down again and again.

A chant started over the river, like a football crowd.

"In the Ass, in the Ass."

"What do we want, what do we want DP, DP, when do we want it, now."

Laura looked at Gregory, "No please, no. Had it before, more than once, but you're all so big, you just can't, please, please." In truth though, she wanted it too, wanted to please her audience, with their cruel disgusting chants.

Theboys had all changed, maybe it was Andy's cruel treatment of her, but they were consumed with lust. This was their one and only chance to have this beautiful creature, who seemed to want everything done to her. They didn't want to regret, to miss this chance, even if it risked damaging her. It would be a shameful memory they would always have, one they could take out guiltily again and again to treasure.

In the end, part of her was thrilled when she felt butter on her anus, one then two fingers gently stretching and lubrication. Looking back over her shoulder, she knew it would be Andy. HIs face was contorted into a grimace as he worked his cock head over her anal ring, pushing relentlessly till the perineal muscles gave up the struggle and she shouted with pain. No let up though as he thrust in and out hard, deeper and deeper. Gregory had stopped to allow the Andy to attack her poor ass. Finally his groin came to touch her buttocks and the two boys high fived each other. Now they needed help, Anton and Jack held her shoulders pulling her up, then thrusting her back. In that position they didn't waste the opportunity to share her mouth. The position meant they couldn't penetrate far, but still she was able to suck and lick themas best she could. She was, as she believed the term was, airtight. That was a first even for someone with her shameful history and to be in front of an enthusiastic audience as well.

She felt Gregory tense and hold her hard down on his cock, as he gasped and came, grunting with pleasure. His head fell on her breasts and she stroked and kissed his hair. But no peace for her, as he was encouraged to pull away from her, as Anton pushed in under her and another huge cock stretched her gaping, sore vagina.

So it went on, next her stepson ground his pubic bone into her buttocks, as he came deep in her ass. After it seemed forever, all five of them had cum in her ass or cunt and she was more sore and exhausted than she could ever remember. Unable to move from the last two cocks penetrating her, she had to be lifted off, she just lay where she was put on the grass, fetid with sweat and cum everywhere. Everyone could see the cum pouring from both holes. Now she started shivering in a sort of shock and the boys rushed to clean her again with river water and warm her with a blanket.

Gregory turned to the diminishing audience, now largely male and shouted.

"Shows over folks, time to go home." He waved and turned back to Laura, as the men wandered off discussing the free entertainment and clapping the performers.

The barge started up and moved off, a women on the prow screaming foul abuse at Laura. Why was it always the woman's fault, not her abuser's?

Bill walked up with a sense of urgency.

"Time to get moving guys, this was all pretty illegal in a public place, if anyone phones the police?"

They hurried to get dress and to dress Laura, at least in a shirt and shorts, her underwear had disappeared in the mayhem. They loaded up the bus with the picnic, remaining drinks, blankets, cool boxes and locked the boathouse. Jack had to carry Laura and put her in a seat, buckling her belt. She was beyond exhausted and ached everywhere. When everyone was on board, her head fell on Anton's shoulder for the duration of the journey home.

When they left the rutted lane to the river and started down the main road towards London, as Bill feared, a police car hurried the other way and turned down the lane they had left. They just looked at each other, thankful for the lucky escape.

Nobody said much on the journey home, but as they neared school, Bill finally said.

"For all our sakes, not a word ever, OK. If it came out, Laura and I would have to leave the area. All I'm afraid of is the photos, if anyone could be recognisable., God I hope not. Shouldn't have happened I should have stopped it, but no use saying that now.

We may see you guys again, but I think you'll agree, it was a send off you'll remember for ever. It's not your fault, it's Laura you see. She's a great, beautiful girl, but sometimes there's a hunger in her she can't control, like today. I hope you'll all appreciate the gift freely given. I doubt you'll have sex like that again in your life."

They arrived back at school and the four boys climbed out, mumbling guilty apologies, grateful when the bus drove away.

Anton said, "Guys, what can I say. If you can die from a stroke or heart attack having sex, then I nearly did. But it was worth it, my God it was worth it. I can't imagine ever meeting such a messed up, beautiful, hungry women ever again. But we can always hope, eh" HE finished and they had a group hug and went on their way to home and some sort of normality.

In fact, they did appear in the Sunday papers, not the front page thankfully. There were grainy photos you Wouldn't have recognised their Mother from.

The Griffiths family went home in silence, what could they say. Bill helped Laura upstairs and into a hot bath. She soaked for ages before washing the filth from her body and hair. He supplied several glasses of cold white wine and eventually helped her out of the bath. He was shocked, his beautiful wife looked like she'd been run over by a truck, heavy bruising, grazes a few small cuts and bite marks mainly on those beautiful breasts. They would all fade of course and he loved his wife, maybe more than ever now he could see her vulnerability.

For Laura of course, it was all so familiar, injuries from brutal, dangerous and sordid episodes, she'd encouraged or allowed to happen, many times before. She thought she was over the need for abusive, humiliating sex, that made her so vulnerable. It couldn't happen again. She had believed that part of her personality was behind with the new, happy family life, but obviously she was wrong. It mustn't it couldn't be allowed to happen again. Perhaps she should try therapy, but how could she ever described the episodes in her past. Too humiliating, even for her appetite for humiliation.

Still, she had to admit it had been the best ever experience, the boys had been huge, including Andy, like being violated with tree branches. It had been just awesome, even with her dubious history, she could never remember so many earth shattering orgasms, merging into one another. So hopefully the last and greatest orgy. Then the thought arose, Andy. She must watch him, prepare for another attempt on her non existent virtue.