Ted Canfield, winning high school basketball coach, watched as Christine, his wife of 20 years and teacher at the same high school, was lifted onto her "throne". It was set upon a stage overlooking a fraternity's Halloween party. She was impaled on a dildo mounted on the seat of a toilet, wearing only a regal red robe, a queens crown and black high heels. At 5'10" her beautiful, long legs were spread wide and there was a sign on the front of the toilet, "White Queen." Next to her, Ted recognized another high school teacher, Nicole Williams. Wearing the same robe, crown and white high heals, she was also impaled on the same type toilet "throne" with a sign that stated "Black Queen." With the position of their spread legs the dildo in their pussys were easy to see and they were unable to leave their "throne" without being lifted off. There were five coed "princesses" spread across the stage, on their knees in front of the queen's thrones. The queens and their court were there for the frat brother's and their guest's sexual use and pleasure.
It did not take long for a couple of his former players to recognize the coach. "Coach Canfield?? What, ah, what are you doing here?" ask one of the players, Jason Struthers. The coach knew that these were two of the three recent graduates that had been banging his wife all summer and into their freshman year at the university. At 38 years old, Christine was an attractive woman with 36D chest, 26" waist and 38" hips that included a nice ass.
Ted had checked out the frat house before he entered the party that was just beginning. In his gruffest voice, he responded with a command, "Bring the white queen up to the room at the top of the stairs. And assholes, don't you dare tell her who's there, waiting."
As he expected, the two young men went to the one who orchestrated the slutting of Christine, Darren James. A rich brat and captain of the high school basket ball team for two seasons. He looked at his two cohorts, then gave them a arrogant smile, "Give her to him. It's all over the high school now, anyway. What the hell, he could shut us down with one phone call. Shit, and ta think we almost had that bitch fully slutted. Ah well, I know one thing for sure, I got her ass cherry... Alright, go get the almost slut and take her to her husband."
When they brought the "queen" into the room, Ted was nude with his back to them. He commanded in his roughest tone of voice, a tone the students had grown to know indicated that someone was in deep shit trouble. "Remove her robe and crown, push her down to her hands and knees, then leave us." He spoke in a harsh tone of voice his wife had never heard him use.
When the two boys had left the room, Ted approached his wife from her side. Christine wore her thick dark red hair a few inches beyond her shoulders. On her hands and knees, her hair covered her side vision. Thinking he was a college coach that they wanted to keep quiet, she waited obediently for his orders. The 230 pound high school coach sat on her hips, pushed her hair out of the way and attached a thick dog collar to her neck. Then, she heard the click of a leash being attached to the collar. He then slapped her on the butt and barked, "To the bed, bitch!!" Once at the bed, he stood up and barked, "Set, bitch." Like a female hunting dog, she set back on her feet about a foot from the bed. Becoming a little frightened, she waited for the next order from this man that had already begun on an abusive note. Leash still in hand, he sat down on the bed with one leg on each side of her and barked, "Suck it up bitch. Like the whore that you are!!"
His words stung, nobody had ever talked to her like that.. So, Christine looked up to see who it was that seemed so abusive toward her, "TED!?! I...I ah. Ted I can explain... Ted please." She found herself on her knees, collared and leashed before her hurt, humiliated and extremely angry husband. "Please Ted." The tears flowed, she was caught!
Ted barked back at her, cold and nasty as he could, "Shut up, bitch. I told you, suck it up. I'm gonna fuck that slutty whore right outta you. Then, I'm gonna fuck ya some more, just ta make sure. You wanta act the whore, I'll damn well fuck you like a whore." She had never heard her husband use the word "fuck" before. Making his threats pound into her brain like a sledge hammer.
Christine knew that her husband was considerably longer and wider the all the boys she had been fucking sense June and that she had never allowed him all the way up inside of her. His commands sent a shiver of dread though out her body. But, his glare and the leash in his hand told her that she had no other choice. So, she took the familiar cock in her month and began to suck it up.
As his cock became hard, Ted threw his head back and ran his fingers into her hair, "Ohh yeah, bitch, you are one fantastic cocksucker. They've made a damn good cocksuckin' slut outta you. Ahhh yeah bitch, suck that thing, suck it good. Maybe I should dump my first load down your throat. Would ya like that slut., huh? I can't hear you. Oh yeah, can't say much, can ya, bitch? 'Cause ya got my cock deep down your throat!"
Bringing him up and hard, with her hand still moving up and down on his shaft, she removed her month, "Please Ted, let's do it once and then take me home, please."
With the same bark he commanded, "Shut up bitch. You suck my cock until I tell you to stop! Yeah, I'll take ya home after I've fucked the shit outta ya, here. It oughta take a couple of hours, at least. I don't know though, they've made you into such a damn good cocksucker that I'm sure you'll get it back up sooner than most." Her husband's every command and comment cut like a knife into her very being. With a painful moan, she returned to sucking on his cock. After a few minutes he barked, "OK bitch, get your slutty ass up on the bed. It's time for the ol' coach ta start fucking his little ol'whore."
"Please Ted, don't do this to mee.." she pleaded crawling onto the bed.
On her back he placed a doubled pillow under her hips, "I'm not going to tell you again with out a back hand first, SHUT UP BITCH!! For twenty years you refused to suck my cock and you never let it up all the way inside of you. And, your ass was always off limits. Now, you let a bunch o' high school and college brats fuck the krap outta you anywhere they want. Well now, it's your husband's turn." With that, he rammed his nine inch cock past her cervix, about three inches into her womb. She screamed, but he ignored her and just started pounding that pussy. After about ten minutes of pounding her with long, hard strokes, he slowed down and whispered into her ear, "I've now gone where no man or boy has ever gone before, huh bitch? No man or boy will ever get into your pussy, again. Now it's a custom fit for my cock only. Remember that, bitch, remember it well." Then he chuckled, "Lay back and enjoy, slut. We've just got started." Resuming the long, fast strokes, she moaned through her tears. After about five minutes of hard fucking, he finished deep inside her.
The coach sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed her by the hair and the leash, pulling her over to him. With her abdomen in his lap, legs and arms dangling off each side, he gave his unfaithful wife a hard spanking. Ten brutal swats with his large right hand. Christine screamed and wailed, her arms and legs flailing. "Now you slutty bitch, it's time to get back ta knocking that slut/whore right outta you and get my wife back.. Know this bitch, I will have my wife back!"
After about an hour, much longer than any one session the boys had with Christine, the three players that were turning her into a slut approached the door to the room and cracked it open. They heard the unmistakable sounds of male hips slapping up against a female butt and upper thighs. They also heard her cry, moan, then beg, "Uh, Uh, Ted your hurting mee!! Oh Ted..Please stop this.. Uh, Uh, Oow, you're doing it too hard. Pleeease stop, I, I can't take much more of this..."
Then they heard their former coach bark, "I told you bitch..., Shut.. Up! They loosened you up real good and you've got enough of both our juices up in there to keep your sloppy cunt lubed up all night long." as he kept pounding her pussy with long, fast strokes.
The players cracked the door far enough to see Ted and his wife on the bed in the "doggie" position. His hands firmly gripping her shoulders, his cock slamming her pussy hard. Hard enough to make tears bounce off her face. Jason turned to Darren and whispered, "Damn man, he's huge... Bigger than any of us. An' wow, we never fucked her like that. He's hurting her, Darren.. Hurting her bad."
Darren, who seemed to be enjoying the scene in the bedroom, stepped them back and closed the door. "That red ass looks like the coach gave her a spanking. So, what can I say, she's his wife. The coach can do what he wants with her. Let's go back to the party. There's a little girl down there in a cat's costume that I wanta fuck tonight". With that, the three left the coach to continue to abuse his now personnel whore/slut/wife.
