Jenny Discovers Who She Really Is

This is the longest piece I have written, and I am truly sorry about that. But somehow, splitting this story into several parts felt wrong. If someone doesn't have the time, strength, or interest to read all of it, I totally understand. Thank you for trying.

There is a lot of non-consent in this. There is force, slapping, choking, spitting and piss play. If you do not like this, please do not read it.

For real.

There is also a lot of talk about anxiety, bad self-esteem, and mental health problems, if you suffer from this and get triggered by it, please do not read this. Take a walk, go outside, breathe the air, and talk to a friend. You are not alone, I see you and I love you.

There is also a lot of drug use. So yeah, you know the drill, don't read it, etc.

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I bent my head over the line and snorted all of it. The rush was instant and I pulled my head backwards to catch it. I quickly saw stars and it felt like my mind was racing down a highway of neon lights. The quick rush sped through my body and tingled all the way. It felt like my nails were alive and every single hair on my body had a nerve in it. My heart was racing and my blood was rushing through my body at high speed.

It was amazing, euphoric, scary, and absolutely fucking wonderful.

I blinked a few times and smacked my lips before I bent down and did the last line of cocaine from the sink. The next rush wasn't as intense but it was enough and I could feel my asshole tightening and my toes curling, my teeth singing, my pupils opening while lightning ran down my spine and spread the scorching heat through my veins.

I was just about to wipe the tears from my eyes when I felt an iron grip fist the back of my head and yank my hair with considerable force, the pain was instant and I didn't even have time to scream out before my face was shoved hard into the bathroom mirror. For a second I was worried my nose was broken, but the iron grip still held my hair and pushed my face even harder into the mirror. It was really scary and at same time really exciting is such a fucked up way. What the hell was going on?

"WTF!!" I finally manage to get the words out of my mouth against the mirror. "Let me go!!!"

But the hand just pulled my head back and slammed it into the mirror again, but even harder this time, and the whole mirror shook.

"Cocaine? In school? Even for you Jenny that is beyond fucking stupid! And this time I will have you out of this school before your high has even left your feeble fucking mind."

Fuck! That was the voice of my class teacher Mr Stevens. And he hated me.

He pulled my head back one more time and smashed it into the mirror.

"What are you doing in the girl's bathroom, Mr Stevens?" I knew I should probably keep my mouth shut, but that had never been my strong point and I regretted the words before they even left my mouth.

He slammed my face into the mirror one more time and I was seriously starting to lose the feel of my face. This was gonna hurt so fucking much once the coke left my body.

"Really Jenny? That is your worry? Not that I caught you doing cocaine. On school time. IN FUCKING SCHOOL!!" He screamed the last words to the back of my head that he still held hard against the mirror.

He let go of my hair and I took a deep breath while I saw one of the booths open carefully and my friend Susan wiped her mouth and fixed her skirt before she sneaked out of the restroom. But I had seen enough. Of course, he was fucking her, she was too nice and weak to say no to a teacher and he was too much of an asshole to not use her. Well, that explains what he was doing in the girl's restroom. I should have fucking known better than to assume it was empty in here. And now I was royally fucked. Again.

I had only been in the US for two years and Mr Stevens had been my teacher for both of them and he had never liked me. I came from a different culture and I had a hard time adapting to the stricter American ways and yeah maybe I had a big mouth, and just maybe I was a bit of a pain in the ass. Too smart for my own good, too anxious, too depressed, too different, and just too fucking reckless. And I was about to pay the price for it.

The only problem was, I could not get kicked out of school. I was here with borrowed money, and I would only receive that money if I finished my classes. It was a Swedish system, I got to borrow money for going to school abroad and I got the money at the start of each semester after I had sent in the credits I'd taken. No credits, no money. No money, no place to live, no food, and worst of all, no school meant no student VISA and I would be here illegally.

Sure, Fredrik my dad was here too, but I had burned that bridge too. Big surprise to no one. He was teaching at another school for one semester, some sort of teaching program where he would talk about living as a writer and working in Europe. It was a creative writing program and he loved it, but would be going back to mom in Sweden at the end of the semester. He was so sweet and offered that I live in the house his school was supplying him with, but I had wanted to be independent and said some stupid shit and we had fought and I had honestly not talked to him for at least a month. I hadn't even answered the phone when he called me on my birthday. Yeah, I was that much of an asshole. Just another of the shining moments in Jenny's life. The fuck-up.

So why the coke and why in school?

Because I was fucking stupid, there was no other excuse. I had turned 19 yesterday and we had had a huge party and there had been coke and alcohol and weed and fun was had and there was dancing and well when I woke up this morning there was still coke left. So like the mental case I am I brought it to school as a way to get through today's boring classes and cure my hangover.

But the thing I needed to cure now was my smashed face, probably a black eye, a half-broken nose, and the ugly bite in my tongue. Oh yeah, and being kicked out of school. And it wasn't even 10AM. Great fucking day Jenny! Go stupid Swedes!

Mr Stevens grabbed my hair again and dragged me towards the door, the problem was that he didn't open it he just slammed me into it and I slumped to the floor. He casually stepped over me and left, turning around just before the door closed.

"I expect you in my office in 30 minutes. And, please, fix the makeup. This school has certain standards, which I assume will rise once you are gone."

The door slammed in my face and I started crying.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

I washed my face in the sink with shaking hands. My nose hurt like hell but didn't look broken and my face was bruised but I didn't see any damage. A small victory at least. I tied up my long red hair in a sloppy knot in the back of my head and applied some new makeup. I had on a white button shirt, I looked at my tits and unbuttoned two buttons. Why not, I was screwed anyway, maybe he would be more lenient if I showed some cleavage. I had always had big firm tits, and why not work with what I had. Fuck it, I unbuttoned one more, I was not wearing a bra so if you looked from the side you got to see a lot of sideboob, and that had helped me before. I fixed my skirt, took one last look in the mirror, and walked out.

Mr Stevens was sitting behind his desk when I got in and he showed me to a seat and just sat there staring at me. And not even at my tits, and if he had seen my cleavage he couldn't care less. Ok, first mistake on my part.

"What should I do with you, Jenny? Do you even wanna be here? You have fought me from day one." His eye contact is unnerving and my anxiety is peaking and I start sweating. What the fuck am I doing. I am so fucking useless. I really hate myself right now and have honestly no idea what to say. I just wanna disappear.

"Nothing? No snappy reply?" Those fucking blue eyes just looking straight through me.

"Everything is just so... different", I stammer and look at the floor. "I wanna be here... it's just... I don't know. I'm so sorry Mr Stevens." I look up and I am sure I have tears in my eyes and I am not even faking it. I feel pretty hopeless right now, and so far from home.

I felt the cocaine high dying from my anxiety and fear and I needed my meds pretty bad and most of all I needed to throw up and go to bed. Maybe to never wake up. Yeah, that would be nice right now. Fucking end it all.

"Don't sell me that bullshit Jenny, you are way too smart for that and what pisses me off the most is that someone with your grades and brain are so fucking stupid that you do drugs in school. That is honestly beyond me." He looked so disappointed in me that I just wanted to tell him that it was not his fault, that it was all me, and that... my head was unraveling and my mind was spiraling out of control. I was so nauseous and so scared and I didn't know what to do.

"Soooo, Jenny, what do we do?" Again with those blue fucking eyes. I had never seen such blue eyes and it was honestly unnerving.

I stammered something incomprehensible and mumbled until my voice just died out.

"What was that?"

"I don't know, I don't know." I was seriously panicking and I couldn't form a single thought, it was just chaos in my head and my anxiety was so fucking bad I was unraveling right in front of my teacher.

"I could blow you?" Where the fuck did that come from? My blood turned to ice when I realized what I had just said and I had to swallow hard to not just throw up on the floor in front of Mr Stevens. What the hell was I saying? I was such an idiot!

"What was that?" He didn't even flinch, he just sat there and stared at me.

"Nothing. I said nothing".

"Oh, I heard what you said. Loud and clear. I just want you to say it again, so we are both one hundred percent fucking clear that it was not my suggestion, that it comes from the 18-year old fuck up from Sweden". He spat out the last word.

"I could blow you...", I mumbled while staring at the floor.

"Yes, you fucking can! First smart thing you've said in a while. Lock the door and get down on your knees now". He stood up and walked around the desk towards me.

"But let's make this fucking clear, it is not nearly enough to save you from being kicked out of this school, but it is a nice and pleasant beginning, and I appreciate that you came up with this idea". He unzipped his pants and pulled out a huge monster of a cock.

I was not a virgin and I had given head before, but it didn't mean that I was very experienced. I knew guys liked my body and I had an easy time getting boyfriends, but I was still shy and suffering from a crippling self-image, I was insecure and I was riddled with anxiety.

And I had never sucked a cock bigger than 7 inches and Mr Stevens was at least 9 and I was not a big girl. I was 5'1 with a slim body and long red hair. My eyes were very green and my skin was pale. The only thing on me not being petite was my big tits. They had started growing early and just like mom I had a small body with big D cups.

Mr Stevens was stroking his big cock and I got nervously down on my knees in front of him. He slapped his cock in my face a few times before he grabbed my hair and fed his cock into my mouth. The head was big and tasted of pre-cum and I let my mouth get used to it before I started slowly bobbing my head up and down over his cock. He forced in some more of his cock and I did my best to take it, and then some more, and then he was reaching my throat and I pulled back.

His cock fell out of my mouth and he slapped me hard in the face. My whole side hurt, my ear was ringing and the pain was stinging.

"I didn't tell you to stop" he pushed his cock into my mouth again. But this time when he reached the opening of my throat he just pushed on and I started gagging and coughing. He continued pushing down my throat and the saliva was pouring out between my stretched lips and down over my chest.

He pushed some more and when his cock was all the way down my throat he held my head with both hands and forced my head still while I was struggling for air. My mouth was fully stretched over his cock and my nose was slammed against his body and no air was getting to my lungs. I was starting to panic but knew better than to try and stop him. So I kept gagging and struggling for air when he suddenly released me and my lungs gasped for the fresh air.

"Not used to deep throat I take it?"

I shook my head not trusting my voice to work and still struggling with my breathing.

"But you have sucked cock before?"

I nodded and he smiled.

"Have you been facefucked?"

My eyes got big and I shook my head. I think he could see the fear in my face because he just laughed.

"Trust me you will love it, your mouth is made for it".

He slapped me hard in the face again and forced his cock back down my throat.

This time I was a little bit more ready and I didn't gag as much, there was still some coughing and some saliva slipping out between my stretched lips.

"My wife hates this, but teenage girls love it. I've never figured out why."

He grabbed my hair with both hands hard and held my head in a vice grip and started violently fucking my face, My mouth felt like a pussy the way he was pumping while tears streamed down my cheeks. My eyes were bulging and that just encouraged him to fuck my mouth even harder.

And then he suddenly stopped.

My mouth and throat were hurting and I was desperate for air. My mouth was full of saliva and I was too tired to spit so it just poured out of my mouth and over my clothes. Mr Stevens grabbed my hair really hard and lifted my head and body roughly, it really hurt and I let out a desperate whimper right when he slammed me facedown on his desk. My already sore head hit the wood hard and my big tits got the same treatment hitting the desk. He lifted my skirt and totally destroyed my panties when he roughly ripped them from my body and threw them in a corner.

"I don't understand why teenage girls bother with underwear".

He pressed my face hard into the desk with one hand while lining up his cock with my wet cunt with his other.

I couldn't believe my body was betraying me like this. I was being forced against my will to fuck a teacher and my cunt was soaked. I was so fucking horny and it felt like my cunt was on fire. I couldn't believe it, my body was working against me.

When he finally pushed his monster of a cock into my cunt I gasped from pleasure. It felt so fucking good and I hated him for it. My tight teenage cunt was stretched around his cock and I had a hard time breathing properly. It felt like his cock was ripping me in two and when he grabbed my hips and started fucking me the first orgasm was riding through my whole body.

I shivered and shook and whimpered and Mr Stevens just pressed my face harder against the table and continued to rape my poor cunt, and I loved every second of it.

His pace was relentless and up until that second I had never been fucked this hard. His giant cock was destroying me and he could not have cared less. To him, I was just a petite teenage slut that he could abuse.

And he wasn't wrong, at that moment he could have done whatever he wanted with me, I was that turned on.

Not that I could have stopped him even if I wanted to. His hand moved down to my throat and he started squeezing. I couldn't get any air and the harder I struggled the harder he choked me. My eyes were bulging and I was stomping with my foot, but just when I felt that I couldn't take more, he let go of my throat. He also pulled his cock out of my gaping cunt and quickly moved up to my face and started painting it with warm sticky cum. Rope after rope covered my face. I got it in my eyes, up my nose, over my lips, and in my hair. He totally ruined my make-up.

"Who knew you were such a slut, Jenny. Maybe I can find a way to not kick you out of the school. We'll see, I might need your help on Saturday, but I will let you know. Now get the fuck out of my office, you are dripping cum on my desk."

He unlocked and opened the door, not caring that my gaping cunt was facing the door.

And then he left.

I am not sure if I have ever felt so humiliated.

And so turned on.

My cunt was still soaked and I had to forcibly stop myself from masturbating right there and then.

Now where could he keep the wet wipes?

The next few days passed by in a blur. I felt disconnected, full of anxiety, worse than normal, and very, very confused. I definitely self-medicated with weed and spent a lot of time just in my room stoned out my mind and furiously masturbating.

Weed had always helped with my anxiety and depression and it also stopped the constant whirlwind that was my brain.

I was thinking of Mr Stevens. He had somehow nestled his way into my brain, and I was so fucking confused. I hated him, I truly did. And still, every time I masturbated, and that was a lot, it was always him I saw. Those piercing blue eyes, the hair pulling, the big cock, the way he had treated me, it made we so wet, so fucking horny.

Who was I?

I finally called my dad, and we went out for a coffee. But it was part of that blur and I have no idea what we talked about or how long we met. But I do remember thinking that Mr Stevens was the same age as my dad and they looked a lot alike and that really fucked with me. What did that even mean?

On the Friday, after class, Mr Stevens asked me to stay. I instantly got a bad feeling in my stomach, this could not be good. My anxiety spiked and I got nauseous. Really wish I had smoked some weed before class, I needed that numbness right now. It felt like my meds didn't work, I was quickly spiraling.

As usual, the fucker didn't say anything he just stared at me. And no matter how much I didn't wanna admit it, those blue eyes did something with me. I wanted to flee out of there, smash a chair in his face, or do anything he said. Somehow I couldn't let go of that feeling of helplessness and fear I had felt in his office and how wet it made me.

I pressed my thighs together and looked at my shoes.

"So... what did you want?" I mumbled.

"I will have some colleagues over for some drinks on Saturday, and I was thinking you should join us".

"Erm... I don't know Mr Stevens", I stammered. "There is the homecoming party and... erm..."

"You have someone you need to see? Someone you are hoping will fuck you? Jenny, do you have hopes of meeting someone? Is it true love? Or were you going to do more cocaine? Was that the plan?" His blue eyes pierced me and I pressed my thighs harder together.

"No... it's not that... I... erm... had promised to go". What the fuck was I talking about? And why couldn't I think clearly when Mr Stevens was in the room.

"Jenny! Look at me!!" I lifted my eyes to his.

"Jenny, it was not a question. Do you understand what I am saying? Either you come to my little gathering on Saturday or you can pack up and leave the school right now. I don't fucking care, I just got the impression you did. Or did I misunderstand you sucking my cock the other day? Was that just you collecting teachers for your cocksucking book?"

"No, no, of course not. I will be there. I promise".

"Good", he stood up and turned his back to me. "You can go to the party first if it is so important for you to suck some tiny teen cock, I really don't care. Shall we say 11pm. And again, to be crystal clear for your little drug-addled brain, that was not a question either." He turned around and looked at me. "Did I give the impression I wanted you to stay? Or were you going to beg me to go down on your knees again? If not then get the fuck out of my classroom".

Mr Stevens was right. And that just made me hate him more. I hated that he could see right through me. For some reason, I had always been good at hiding my emotions but with him it was impossible.

Yes, there was a guy I was hoping to meet at the party.

Yes, I wanted him to fuck me.

Yes, I had plans on doing drugs.

Yes, I had secretly hoped Mr Stevens would tell me to get down on my knees.

I got so wet when Mr Stevens treated me like dirt and I had noticed that I eagerly waited for him to say meaner things, to treat me worse. Something was obviously severly wrong with me and I ran straight into the women's restroom. There I locked myself in a stall and hate masturbated while sobbing. I was so close to just getting locked up in an insane asylum.

Saturday came and me and Susan were doing bong hits in her room while going through what to wear. We were both in good moods and both nervous and eager for the party. I was also scared shitless about what was about to happen at 11, but I was not going to tell Susan about that.

We looked through some clothes, did some more hits, and kept changing the music. I had a great buzz going, I was numb enough to enjoy myself and stoned enough for my anxiety to be locked safely behind a door. It was a flimsy door made out of cardboard, but it was still a door. And it had a decent lock.

Susan was trying on a short dress and I was testing one of her tops. We gossiped and switched clothes, did bong hits, and had a great time. But if I was meeting Mr Stevens at 11 we could not get going too late.

Susan finally picked a short sequin silver dress that look amazing on her small body and I picked a looser dress that accentuated my big tits and my round ass. I skipped a bra but put on a tiny black see-through g-string that I always felt sexy in.

Susan chopped up a few lines on a mirror and we snorted them and left.

I had an electric taste in my mouth and tingling in my whole body. My mind was totally numb and I felt great.

There was this super cute football player I had checked out for a while but never dared approach. But tonight was the night, I felt motivated, and brave and had managed to kill the last of my anxiety with the coke.

He was tall and muscular and so fucking sexy. A few years older than me but best of all single. I felt pretty for once and had my red hair in two braids and just enough make-up to feel beautiful.

I had brought enough coke to do a couple of lines at the party and maybe some at Mr Stevens. I needed all the artificial courage I could get my hands on.

The party was in full force when we arrived, the pot smoke was hanging heavy in the air. There were kegs in every room and people making out in the corners. The music was loud enough that you couldn't hear your own thoughts, which was perfect for me. If there was one thing I did not need tonight it was a connection with my own brain.

Some guy handed me a plastic mug of beer and I drank it fast before someone else handed me another.

I asked two girls about the football player but they pointed in different directions and I was starting to seriously lose focus anyway. I turned around to find Susan but she was already making out with some guy so I grabbed another beer and headed for the bathroom. This party needed some more clarity. The chemical kind.

There were already two guys in the bathroom chopping lines so I entered and added some powder and tits to the party. I really was too high and too drunk but my strength had never been to stop anything in time. So I did what I always did, I ignored the warning signals, my fuzzy brain, and I did those lines.

So when one of the guys pressed me against the wall and started kissing me I just kissed him back. I was so gone I couldn't even focus on how he looked but he was taller than me and that was at least something. He tasted like beer and smelled of sweat and Old Spice, so when he pulled down my dress and started fondling my tits I let him do that also. The other guy had rolled a joint while we kissed and now the boys switched so I was suddenly making out with the other guy while the first lit the joint and started passing it around.

I was starting to get so stoned and drunk that I had a hard time keeping my eyes open and when I started swaying too much the guys just let me sink down on the toilet seat. So when I suddenly had two hard cocks in my face I just opened my mouth and started sucking.

The guys took turns fucking my mouth and once in a while they got violent enough that my head kept hitting the wall, but they grabbed my hair and held up my head until they both emptied in my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could before they spat on me and did the last lines and walked out.

It took me some time to figure out what had happened and I didn't really feel together enough to stand up so I was still sitting there when two more guys walked in and locked the door. And before I had a chance to say anything I was sucking two more cocks. They kept slapping me awake in between fucking my mouth. And the insane thing was that I kept thinking I hoped they like me. How fucked up was that?

It sounded like someone was knocking on the door and for a few seconds I had the feeling the sound was my head hitting the wall but it couldn't have been because they opened the door and let in more guys.

"Who is the slut?"

"No idea but she is totally gone you can do whatever you want."

"Fuck I love drunk high school girls".

"Look at those fucking tits!"

I had no idea who they were talking about and I kept trying to see who had the nice tits but someone was always fucking my mouth and I couldn't see a thing. I thought I recognized the football player's jacket but I wasn't sure. Someone spat in my face and the saliva was running down my nose while they took turns in my mouth.

By the time everyone was done I had swallowed so much cum I was slightly nauseous and I just stumbled around the party. Where the fuck was my cute football player? Or had I already met him? Something told me I had. If that was the case I hope he had thought I was pretty. Someone handed me more beer and I drank just to get the taste of cock out of my mouth.

What the hell had happened with the evening, I had no control and I kept feeling like everything slipped away from me. But it was so fucking hard to form any clear thoughts that I just got stuck with unformed plans and actions. I glided around and made out with some guy, or had it been a girl before I was suddenly throwing up outside. I had no memory of even going outside. I felt like crap and I wanted to sleep but I still felt like I had missed something.

Suddenly my phone made a sound and I looked at it trying to get some sort of focus on the screen.

It was not a number I recognized and all it said was Waiting

What the fuck?

And then it hit me.

Like a baseball bat to the face.

Mr Stevens!

What time was it?

11.30

Fuck!

I was so screwed.

I got a panic attack that was so strong I totally lost my breath and almost passed out. I sat down on the grass and hyperventilated until my heart slowed down and my brain caught up.

My first thought was to just go to the airport and fly home. Escape is always the first option. But I was broke. And all my stuff was in my room. And I didn't want to go home. And I kinda wanted to see Mr Stevens, he had awakened something in me that both scared and attracted me. The feeling of him dominating me had been so strong, so visceral that I just wanted more of it. I needed more of it.

I stood up and fixed my dress, tried to get some order in my hair, grabbed a beer from the porch and rinsed out my mouth, and started walking.

So what if I was late?

What could he do?

The slap was so hard my ears started ringing. He had used his full hand and just slapped my face as hard as he could. The pain was traveling from my cheek out over my whole face and my head. Fuck, that hurt.

And he just stared at me, he didn't even say hello. I was about to say I was sorry when he slapped me again, this time on the other side. And I just stood there outside his front door taking it. My nipples were rock hard.

"I invite some colleagues over, people I like and that are important to me and my career and I tell them about this big-titted slut that will come over, and what happens?" His icy blue eyes stared daggers at me and I shrank back and wish I could disappear.

"What fucking happened Jenny?"

"I'm here now?" I stammer and right away wonder what the fuck I am doing, why I am taking this abuse. And what was that about the slut coming to his colleagues?

He slaps me again and this time hard enough that I stumble.

"Did I tell you to speak? Just get the fuck in here."

He steps aside and I walk into his home for the first time in my life.

The heat right away messed with my high and I felt slightly dizzy and stumbled when I walked in. Mr Stevens just gave me a look and walked ahead of me.

"We were just having some cognac in the library."

He walked me through a corridor and towards a big room at the end.

"You look good by the way, the dress looks amazing on you."

I just melted, I was that easy. Getting a compliment from Mr Stevens meant everything right now and I started smiling.

"How was the party? Sucked a lot of cock?"

I didn't know what to say so I just opened my mouth and kinda stared. Mr Stevens laughed.

"That hit a nerve? How high are you? Do you need to do some lines before I introduce you to the guys? I don't want any fucking hesitation or refusals. I have promised them a bigtitted slut and this is your only chance to not get kicked out of school?"

I was shocked, and at the same time I wasn't, I had a feeling that Mr Stevens was going to fuck me over, and well he was in more ways than one. I nodded.

"Yeah, I think I need to do some lines."

"Bathroom is over there", he pointed. "And you might as well get naked right away."

I walked into the bathroom in a state of complete fear. My body was shaking and my mind was a complete mess. My thoughts just sputtered out and died and I tried to form whole sentences in my head but I couldn't. I pulled out the last of my coke and with shaking hands chopped up a few lines. I snorted all of the them and let the rush take over me. It felt so fucking good and I thought for a second that maybe, just maybe I could get through this.

I looked myself in the mirror and decided that I didn't look as fucked up as I felt. My pupils were fully dilated and you saw nothing but black, but my face was ok, just a bit red from Mr Stevens slapping me so hard.

I pulled the dress over my head and folded it and put it on a shelf, I slid off my g-strings and put them on top of my dress. My tits were big and heavy but still firm and I had shaved my cunt before the party so I was bare and felt sexy.

I took five deep breaths and walked out.

There were four men in the room, each with a snifter of cognac in their hands. They were each sitting in a leather chair placed around an open fire in a room covered with bookshelves. Everyone was talking, but the second I stepped into the room it got so quiet I could hear my own racing heart.

My nerves were in total uproar and my ears were ringing from anxiety. I just stood there, intimidated, nervous and terrified. I bit my lip and looked at the men. They were all at least twice my age.

What the fuck was I doing here?

They looked me over with lust in their eyes, I could see them staring at my tits and my bald cunt and it made me all wet and tingly. Was this really something I enjoyed, being looked at like a piece of fuck meat? But that is as far as my thoughts got before Mr Stevens took out his hard cock and called me over. Did the fact that he was already hard mean he liked me?

Ok, I had a purpose.

I could do this.

I walked over to him and got down on my knees and took his cock in my mouth. Thank god I did those lines, there is no way I would be able to do this in front of all those men. The cocaine was crackling and buzzing through my body and I leaned into the high, let it take over me.

Mr Stevens grabbed my hair and pushed my mouth down over his cock. I started gagging instantly and that just made him push harder.

Someone behind me spread my legs and lined up a cock with my cunt. I tried to turn around and see what was happening, but my mouth was being fucked so violently that I could not move my head.

The cock entered my soaking cunt and someone grabbed my hips and started fucking me. I couldn't believe I was in this situation and that strange, older men were using my body. It was so humiliating, so scary to not have any control at all, and such a fucking turn-on. I don't think I had ever been this horny.

My cunt was soaked.

I was stuck in a wise grip between the two men and they were using me like the slut I felt like. My tits were swaying under my body and Mr Stevens was holding my head with both hands covering my face with my hair while he facefucked me.

And that is when I heard two more men enter the room.

"That was great weed, Pete"

Mr Stevens grunted an answer and forced his cock all the way down my throat and I gagged loudly and coughed while saliva was pouring out between my lips.

"I see the teen slut you talked about has finally arrived. Amazing ass!" One of the new men complimented me, and I recognized the voice but it was hard to hear with hands over my ears and my own gagging noises.

"I bet you can destroy her ass with that monster cock of yours, Fredrik. The last one couldn't walk for days after".

Fredrik? Was that? WTF?

I started squirming trying to see who had come in, but Mr Stevens held my head so fucking hard, and the more I squirmed the harder he fucked my throat.

The cock in my cunt suddenly withdrew and I felt warm cum all over my back, so much cum. It started running down my sides and over my tits dripping on the rug.

Someone slapped my ass really fucking hard, and the pain lingered and stung. Another hard slap in the exact same spot and I was about to cum right then. The pain did something to me, and when the third slap came I pushed my ass towards the man for more.

I heard my dad laugh and there wasn't a question anymore, my dad was in the room watching me naked on all fours being facefucked by my teacher. If there ever was a time to die from shame it was now. And at the same time, I was so turned on, so fucking horny that I couldn't control myself. So when the fourth really fucking hard slap came, the pain was so overwhelming I started moaning. Suddenly the pain was everything. It flowed out through my blood igniting my lust even more. My cunt was tingling, my nipples were electric.

I had never felt this exposed and fragile, the humiliation of knowing that they could do whatever they wanted, and I would let them, was the greatest high I had ever experienced.

"Listen to that slut! She loves this. Where did you find her Pete?"

"In my class, are you gonna fuck or talk?" Mr Stevens pressed down my head until my nose was pressed flat against his stomach, his cock all the way down my throat. I couldn't breathe and started to panic.

But that is when I felt someone spreading my asshole open and spitting in it a few times and then pressing something huge against my tight muscle.

Mr Stevens let go of my hair and put both of his big hands around my throat. I was already choking on his big cock, but he obviously wanted to take it further.

He started squeezing his hands around my throat and my cunt was on fire. My eyes were tearing and bulging, my lungs were screaming and still, he just held my head down so hard, I was stuck on his giant cock and his hands choking me.

At the same time, I can feel this huge fucking thing being forced into my asshole. I have never had anal sex, lots of guys have wanted to but I've just never dared, and here I was about to lose my anal virginity to my dad. How the fuck did I end up here?

His cockhead was so huge it felt like he ripped my ass apart. The whole head was now in and he stopped to let my poor asshole get used to it. I was crying and slightly panicking, I was not sure I could take more than this, he was so fucking big it felt like someone had shoved a tree trunk up my ass. He slapped my ass hard and that is when Mr Stevens pulled his cock out and started shooting rope after rope of cum all over my face. He held up my head in my hair, pulling so hard the pain was all I could feel. He came so much it felt like my face was fully glazed in hot sticky cum. My eyes were so covered I had a hard time seeing, but I still tried to turn around to see if it actually was my dad. But Mr Stevens grip on my hair was so firm I couldn't move my head at all, and it didn't matter anyway because I quickly got a new cock shoved down my throat.

How many cocks had I sucked today? My mind was still fuzzy and slow from all the drugs and being this dominated didn't help either.

Dad kept slapping my ass and I was so fucking sore now that every slap felt like being branded with a hot iron. Slowly he started pushing more of his cock into my ass and I was sure I was going to get split in two. How the fuck did mom take him?

For some reason, I couldn't let go of the thought of Dad fucking my mom's ass.

I had some serious issues.

And he kept forcing it in, the guy in my mouth was a more normal size but it didn't matter since the cock in my ass took my breath away and I was hyperventilating over the cock in my mouth.

It felt like forever but his cock was finally all the way in and I tried desperately to get used to it. I was trying to squirm to make it fit, but it was so huge I honestly couldn't move at all.

He grabbed my hips and slowly started fucking my ass. It was a completely new experience, the pain and the feeling of intrusion and the sensitivity of my anal combined with the pleasure of being fucked by someone who obviously knew what he was doing was amazing. My anal felt so raw and fragile, like one thousand nerves were strung so tight they were vibrating around the monster cock raping my most sensitive hole. I loved it so much, I for a few moments totally forgot it was my dad fucking me.

I definitely could get used to this.

The man pulled out of my mouth and covered my face with even more cum. He forced open one eye and shot a big load right into it, and it stung like hell. He then continued to shoot cum up my nose and over my mouth. I didn't even want to know what I looked like but maybe, just maybe, it would mean that my dad would not recognize me. One could only hope.

Dad continued to wreck my tight asshole while I got a new cock in my mouth. This one was bigger and much more violent. He pulled my hair as hard as he could and I had a feeling I would lose most of my hair tonight. My scalp was burning and my throat was so sore from all the throatfucking. But no one cared he just fucked my throat like another hole. I was sobbing and whimpering and the cum covering my face was being mixed with my tears and the saliva pouring out of my mouth.

Fuck, I was such a mess.

Dad was fucking harder now and I was slowly getting used to his size but I also knew how much pain I would be in tomorrow. But I was so wet and horny I really didn't care if they fucked me unconscious tonight.

Then suddenly he pulled out and I could feel exactly how much my poor stretched asshole was gaping. I heard some of the men taking photos of my asshole and the humiliation was total.

The cock in my mouth also pulled out and right away emptied in my face. One of my eyes was swollen from all the cum so he forced open the other and shot a load into it. The rest of my face was fully glazed and now this cock just sprayed another layer of cum over it. And again I heard them take photos.

My dad quickly took over and without looking at me just forced his monster of a cock into my mouth. My lips were stretched to the limit around his thick shaft and he fisted my hair and started fucking my mouth.

I couldn't believe my dad had taken his cock right out of my asshole and put it straight into my mouth. It felt so perverted and kinky and I started to wonder if this was normal. It was obviously something he enjoyed and right now that was all I cared about. I tried to treasure the taste of my ass on his cock, make it something special, something beautiful. All the humiliation, domination and slapping, and hairpulling together with the drugs and anxiety stripped me of all emotions except pleasure and a total willingness to please. It had become my sole focus in life to just make sure that these six men liked and enjoyed me.

I had read somewhere once that the key to happiness was to give up all attempts at happiness. At the time I had called bullshit on it and continued my fruitless quest for not being miserable. But I obviously had a giant hole in my soul and heart that needed filling.

That's why it came as a total shock to me, standing here on all four, totally naked, covered in cum and spit and saliva, while six older men abused and raped me, that I was happy.

I had finally given up on the thing I had been looking for, and that's when I found it. Sometimes I think destiny is just making fun of us.

So I closed my eyes and let my dad force his cock down my throat and skullfuck me. That his cock happened to have been buried all the way up my asshole was not my problem, if that is what he wanted, that is what I would give him. I was just holes that they could abuse.

"Fuck me her mouth is amazing, I could fuck her throat forever. Too bad you can't see her face, you guys really covered her in cum". My dad was laughing while he pushed his cock all the way down and I lost my breath completely.

"How old did you say she was?"

"19, as of a week ago."

"Perfect fucking age!" And he kept fucking my throat so hard I was afraid his cock would come out through my ass.

I was gagging so violently I saw stars and that's when he decided to start shooting his cum down into my stomach. I have no idea how much he came but his cock kept twitching and shooting and shooting all while my lungs was screaming for air and semen started leaking out of my nose.

When he finally pulled out of my mouth I was gasping for air and coughing for all I was worth. I leaned over on all four just panting, my head hanging. I was still so fucking horny but I was also totally exhausted and wasn't sure I could take anymore. Every single part of my body was aching. My throat was sore and my mouth felt totally raw, my asshole was still gaping open and I wasn't sure if it would ever close again, my cunt was all swollen and so sore I would have orgasmed by just touching it.

"You wanna see what she looks like?" Mr Stevens walked up to me and grabbed my hair violently and pulled up my face.

"Jenny look up and smile!" He stood right in front of me and started pissing in my face. I didn't understand what was happening so I just sat there on my knees looking up at him. Two more men came up and aimed their cocks at my face and pissed.

Is this what men liked? I was so confused, it was so degrading and so wrong and at the same time, the fact that they wanted to piss on me made me feel special. Chosen.

I closed my eyes and tried to enjoy the piss on my face and over my tits. Did they want me to taste it? This situation was so new to me but I opened my mouth and right away they started aiming for it and I tried to swallow their piss.

Cum was now being washed off my face and was streaming down over my tits and belly and cunt mixed with all the piss. Soon all 6 of them were pissing me in the face and over my body. I didn't think there was much cum left on my face but I opened my eyes and saw my dad holding his big cock and pissing a thick stream into my mouth when he started recognizing me.

He slowly turned to Mr Stevens.

"Did you just call her Jenny?" He looked so confused but at the same time, I saw his cock getting really hard again. Pissing into his daughter's mouth must have turned him on. I couldn't help but think if he used to piss on Mom.

Mr Stevens was just about to answer when I realized that I didn't want anyone to know he was my dad. It seemed like that was the line I couldn't cross, no idea where that came from, but there it was.

So I did what I always did, I panicked. My anxiety levels skyrocketed, I got this awful heavy feeling in my stomach, I got nauseous and dizzy, and I couldn't breathe.

And Dad, who had known me my whole life of course saw this in my eyes right away and got down on his knees in front of me.

"What's wrong?"

I leaned forward and whispered in his ear.

"They can't know that you are my dad, they just can't. You can do whatever you want with me just pretend like you don't know me."

Dad stood up again and this was the first time I actually saw his cock hard. And it was rock hard. I think pissing in my face had really turned him on and it made me so happy. The cock was enormous. At least 10 inches and really thick. The head was huge and glistening with saliva and cum. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

But he just stood there, I think he was shocked that he had just fucked his teenage daughter in the ass.

Being entirely made up of bad self-esteem, anxiety, and insecurity I, of course, took it as he didn't want me anymore so I wasted no time grabbing his giant cock and taking it into my mouth. Maybe that would make him like me again.

I tried to deep-throat all of it, but I needed help and my dad wasted no time. He fisted my hair and forced the cock down past my throat and started pumping. It made me so wet and knowing it was my dad and that I made him hard pushed me right over the edge. I started orgasm so hard I was shaking and whimpering. Dad noticed and fisted my hair harder and fucked my mouth more intensely.

Someone lifted my hips and I was not very carefully lowered onto a hard cock that pegged my cunt completely. It just made my orgasm that much harder and while he started fucking my cunt I started crying. That's when I felt someone spitting on my back and my ass. My ass was spread open and the spitting continued before I felt a big cock entering my destroyed asshole.

I leaned forward so it would hurt less and he shoved the cock all the way into my ass. I now had three cocks in me and I had never felt so stretched. I could literary feel the two cocks in my cunt and ass rubbing against each other through the thin wall between them. It was an amazing feeling, at the same time as I felt like I would break into pieces, I felt such a wave of pure pleasure flowing through me.

Mr Stevens came up next to my dad and they started taking turns raping my mouth. They pulled my hair harder and harder while forcing their cocks down my throat. Mr Stevens took a leather belt from a chair and put it around my neck while pulling as hard as he could. My dad was fucking my face while Mr Stevens slowly cut off all my air and choked me with the belt. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I kept passing out.

Every time it went black he let go a little of the pressure and I came to it and gasped for air. They switched cocks in my mouth and kept pulling harder on the belt.

It was the most intense feeling, losing all control and being dp'd by two cocks, it was an out-of-body experience I could get addicted to. Nothing I had ever done in life really came close. It was fear and excitement mixed in one, I don't think anything before had turned me on this much.

When it took longer and longer for me to get back to consciousness they started slapping my face really hard. I have no idea if it was the choking or the slapping but I started cumming again again and had no way to control it. I just started sobbing and shaking. My whole body was electric and turned into a big raw nerve that vibrated. I might have said things, I have no idea, but either way, it was muffled by the cocks going in and out of my mouth.

The men took turns fucking all my holes, and with six of them, there were always at least 3 hard cocks in me. The belt stayed taught around my neck and they took turns choking me. I have no idea how much semen I swallowed or how much was always covering my face. My asshole was always gaping and my cunt craved more and more cock.

Even though I had started out hating my teacher Mr Stevens, I had to admit he had woken something in me I didn't even know about, and for that, I loved him deeply.

You could mention the fact that he was my actual teacher, that he was married and had kids my age. But then you also had to acknowledge that I loved my father's cock and I wanted him to fuck my ass and shove his cock deep down my throat before he pissed on me. Or that I had no idea who the other four men were, only that they were at least twice my age and I loved when they abused my body.

I had finally found out who I really was.