A School For Sluts
written by:
NoSayQuien

My husband Cliff came in from the garage. It was early Saturday afternoon, and I was in the kitchen. He had been down at his law office, working as usual. I had heard him when he pulled in the car, but I was not prepared for how he looked. He was pale. He was definitely shaken, and he almost seemed stunned.

"I just saw Traci," he said.

Traci is our eighteen-year-old daughter. She was at a Church retreat, with the youth group at the Church we attend, two towns over.

"That's nice," I responded, "but where? Why were you at the Church?"

"I wasn't at the Church," he told me.

"Well, how did you see her, then? Remember she's at the retreat today; she's not supposed to be home until about 10:00 tonight."

"She's not at the retreat," Cliff insisted.

"What do you mean?" A kind of nervous spasm made my voice quaver.

"I went over to use the law library at the courthouse, and I saw her at River Park."

River Park is a long, mostly natural park that runs along the river in the center of town. The courthouse and government center is built right at one end.

"You couldn't have seen her," I said. "You probably saw someone who looked like her, but why are you so shook up?"

"I just saw Traci being fucked by three black studs, Jenny, that's why I'm shook up! It was Traci. It wasn't anybody else."

"How could that even be possible?" I countered, but I had a moment of true vertigo. I felt like I had just dropped thirty floors in an elevator. I was pretty sure I knew the answer.

"It was just by chance," he said. "I just happened to glance towards the Park as I pulled into the Law Library," and there she was. She was way across the Park, and I know she didn't see me, but I do know that red dress of hers. I recognized her. It was Traci, alright!"

"Well, I still doubt it," I said, trying to head this off. "There are lots of girls with red dresses."

"You aren't listening to me, Jenny," my husband said. "I followed her. I thought it was Traci, and since she was being escorted toward the trees by three black guys, I was not about to let it slide. I followed them; don't you get it?"

Now I was the one who was shook up. I felt a trickle of sweat run right between my breasts. "What do you mean? What happened?" I demanded.

"Jenny, I followed Traci and the three black guys into the trees along the river. They had gotten into the tree line before I left my car, and you know how the bank slopes down to the water. They never noticed me. I was able to get very close. There is no doubt that it was Traci."

"What was going on?" I asked, but in fact I had a dread feeling of certainty that I already knew.

"Do you want me to describe it?" he almost yelled. "I told you. These three black guys fucked Traci. Right there along the river. While I watched."

"Look, honey, are you sure it was Traci? I really still can't believe it!" But I was lying. I believed it. I knew exactly what Traci had been doing.

"I'll tell you," Cliff shouted. "These guys were old. Not that old, but in their mid-twenties; maybe their late twenties. And they were like panthers, or wolves, or whatever. They were like animals. You could see every muscle in their ripped bodies as they stripped down. And they stripped off Traci's dress, too; or helped her, really. This wasn't forced; it was consensual. You should have seen how eager Traci was! She started slipping out of her dress even before the guys had taken off their own clothes, and the whole thing was obviously planned. She wasn't even wearing a bra, and she didn't have any panties on. She just shed that dress and tossed it on a bush and got down on her knees and began sucking off the short guy, while the larger two guys started fondling her. One of the guys was twisting her tits. The other one got on his back and pushed his head underneath her butt and started sucking her off, while Traci kept giving that short guy the blow job."

"Were they big?" I asked? Of course, my husband was stunned by the question, but I was just trying to be sure I knew who the guys were. Besides, my pussy was dripping, as my husband told me this horror story (a horror story as he saw it, I mean), and as I was picturing just how hard Troy, Jason, and Ricardo must have been as they pumped their prodigious pricks into my daughter's wet and oh so willing cunt. I was jealous. And I was also fucking hot. If I could have done it, I would have fucked all three of them, right then, husband or no husband. In fact, my husband was so overwrought, he probably wouldn't have noticed. I know he didn't notice as I slipped my hand into my shorts, just to have one quick, delicious feel of my own wet cunt, so ready to take in Troy's ten-inch cock, and evidencing how juicy I was at the thought that I could have Jason, or Ricardo, suck me off the way Ricardo (I'm pretty sure it was him from my husband's description) did it to Traci.

I won't spend more time relaying the description that Cliff gave me, but believe me, he saw it all. Maybe he jacked off (fond thought) as he watched his daughter get airtight with some of the biggest black cocks I have ever seen. Oh, yeah! I knew those pricks. I have been fucked by every one of them, in every hole I have, and I was fucking crazed to find that my daughter was now my competition. She seems like a nice enough little girl, but I know the truth. She would fight me for that cock, if she had to do it. I could tell from my husband's story that she wasn't going to back down, not even when my husband ultimately confronted her. In fact, as these thoughts started speeding through my brain, I realized I had to get to her first, before she spilled the beans to Cliff. She might just do that, too, just to see me go down. Fuck! I had never, ever, dreamed of this situation.

But let me tell you how it started, and when. As soon as my husband started giving me his report, I realized what must have happened.

My husband is a successful lawyer. Right now, he is forty. I am thirty-eight. Traci is eighteen. Like I said, Traci is our only child, and if you do the math, you'll see that I had Traci when I was twenty.

We got married when I was nineteen, and I got pregnant right off the bat. Luckily, I had graduated from college before we tied the knot, or I never would have gotten my degree or my social work license, which I did in the year immediately after Traci was born. My Mom took care of Traci, and I got the social work credential. Then, I got the job at Eagle House, which provides social services to those facing personal crises of various kinds.

At any rate, our marriage was quite "normal," during the first few years, and I was the perfect young bride for my up and coming lawyer spouse. I did do part time work at Eagle House, but I focused on raising Traci. When she went to school, I stepped up my social work commitment. That's when I first met Troy (and then, through Troy, Jason and Ricardo, too). They were all young men from dysfunctional families. They were all black, and when I first met them, they were in foster home situations. Troy was sixteen, and Jason and Ricardo were fifteen. That was ten years ago, so my husband's estimate was on the mark. They are in their mid-twenties now.

Troy was my first. He's the "short one" my husband described. He is not actually that short, but he's not as tall as Jason and Ricardo. Troy's cock is also not short. It's ten inches long and magnificently thick! It didn't take me long to find that out, after I met him.

To be honest, after I'd been married four years, I was bored with Cliff. I'd always been a nice, church-going girl, and I wasn't wild in school. I never focused much on sex. So, marriage was really great. All that fucking! And I did like it. But, I regret to say; my successful lawyer husband was not nearly as enamored of fucking as I was. And that became pretty clear after about two years had passed. I wanted to go farther; do more; try everything. My husband was building a practice. He wanted to go to sleep.

So, I was a frustrated wife. Pretty attractive (if I do say so myself), but without any real outlet for my sex drive. Well, what about church, right? Good thought. That was how I thought I could sublimate my desires. But then I found that the Assistant Pastor liked to fuck. He gave me the eye. I got juicy every Sunday. Then, I decided to consult him about some of my social work issues. He did like to fuck! And I loved it, too! My husband never found out, but the guy was soon discovered with another woman from the parish, in flagrante delicto, right behind the altar. I heard he had his cock up her ass. I know he put his cock up my ass, which I loved, but we never did it in the church.

Once I had to say "bye, bye" to my Pastor's prick, I started looking for substitutes. That's when I got assigned to try to help Troy stay in school. After school tutoring was part of the program. As I reported, Troy was sixteen, and he was "ripped" even then. My husband got that right. He also must have been able to smell my sex. From the first meeting, Troy conveyed a dominating assurance that he was going to fuck me. No words exchanged. None needed. All we had to do was cross glances, and our mutual desire, so clear, melted down my prurient pussy. On the third lesson, in my house, on a Wednesday afternoon, with Traci upstairs, Troy took out his cock and put it in me. Better than crack cocaine. Better than anything! He had me from the get go.

I craved Troy's sex like I have never craved anything else. I fucked him shamelessly in my car, on the couch in my home office, and in my marriage bed. I couldn't get enough. Essentially, I did it right in front of Traci too. While I did go to the agency sometimes, my assignments were generally to provide individual support to clients that were in jeopardy of being sent off to juvenile hall, or who might be flunked out of school, so I usually operated out of a home office, with a separate entrance onto a back alley, but attached to the house. I made sure I had a couch in that office. I made that decision after my first appointment with Troy. As I said, he was fucking me on that couch on the third time we met. And that was just for starters. Through Eagle House, I was only authorized a one time per week appointment with Troy, but my family didn't know that, and I basically met with Troy almost daily. Lots of times, I'd tell Traci to watch TV, or play in her room, when I met with a "client." Then, Troy would take me. I loved to suck his dick. Let's face it; I still do! And he got so arrogant. He'd stand there with his ten-inch hard on sticking out, and say, "suck it, lover; you know you want it." After a while, Troy would pull down my panties, and do me from behind. And I kept KY in my desk drawer. I loved that big prick in my butt!!

All this time (because I have fucked Troy for years), my husband has never had a clue. We got contemptuous of him, actually; he was so blind. We liked to do something weird in front of him, just so we could laugh about it later, when we were alone. It always made our fucks even better. I would say to my husband, for instance, with Troy right there, "Honey, Troy needs a ride." Troy and I would give each other a significant look, and then look at my husband, when I said, "ride." He never got the reference, and he apparently couldn't smell my sex, since I'd walk right past him, with Troy in tow, after Troy had just delivered a hot load into my pussy. Off I'd go with Troy. We might have one more fuck, in the car, as we made fun of how lame my husband was.

Traci, I can now see, was not so oblivious. In fact, looking back, I was actually running a school for sluts, right out of my home office. Troy had friends, among them Jason and Ricardo. Maybe I'll write some more, about them, later on. They came after Troy, but not too much later. They were also both black, and both hung, and both were clients of Eagle House. I got them on my caseload, and we did threesomes whenever we could. But mainly I had to be satisfied with fucking them individually. They were all fabulous lovers, and I have never been bored with Troy, Jason, or Ricardo.

It is now obvious that Traci picked up on the action. I also gather that my guys picked up on Traci. From what my husband said, this doesn't sound like a "first time." Particularly not since they filled all her holes, simultaneously. My daughter, let's face it, is just as big a slut as her mother, and I think I provided the lessons that got her there.

My job, now, is to head off my husband, before he confronts Traci. As he was recounting the horrors he saw, I suddenly realized that. Traci can bring me down, maybe because she wants to, or maybe because she doesn't know any better. She can fuck, sure. That's obvious; she has that lesson down pat, but she is still only eighteen, and really not totally mature. The only course she has taken in slut school is the lesson about how good it feels to fuck.

Having learned that lesson, Traci now needs to learn how to hide that pleasure, so she will be able to indulge it more freely. As my husband continued to give me the details of everything he saw, I said, "Cliff, this could be really horrible. I am going to ask you to let me talk to Traci, first, before you do. I think it will be better if her mother talks to her first. Do you agree?"

Of course he does! That lets him off the hook.

And it gives me a shot at heading off a family dissolution and disaster, too.

So ... I am off to see Traci, and to provide the next lesson in my slut school curriculum. The fucked up thing (and I don't like it one bit) is that I am now going to have to share those cocks with my daughter!

I hate it, but if Traci has learned lesson one, and it's clear she has, then that's the only way I am going to get her to understand lesson two. That's the only way I am going to be able to buy her silence, so we can both get the dick we need!