36F: My name is Lana B, and this is my confessional.

I am a whore. I am a mindless fuck doll and I am 100% okay with that. Prior to my husband cheating on me last year, I'd only ever been with him and my childhood best friend, Grace. This is my origin story, if you will. This is where it all started, with the email he should never have sent:

"Can't wait to dive into that blonde muff after the meeting today ;) meet in my office"

I'm a brunette.

It was official. That shitheaded slimeball was fucking someone at his office. I had proof. I was gonna take him for everything he had. I played the good little housewife for two weeks after that, giving me enough time to arrange the lawyer and quietly find myself an apartment on the other end of town. Then, one fine June day, one of his "coworkers" invited some of the office over for a pool party and get together. Everything was in order. The papers were ready to be served, my apartment was furnished, and all I had left to do was get some sweet revenge.

We pulled up to the large house, sat on a beautiful 5 acre property. It was truly a sight to behold. Heading around to the back, we found about 10 couples, some teenagers, and a single, lone woman, lying in the pool on an inflatable raft. And she was a blonde. This had to be her. Vaguely I remember my husband telling me her name was Diane or something. She was like 20 years older than me. Stretch marks, saggy tits, brittle hair. Today was going to require a little extra work on my part.

My husband went to mingle among his coworkers and I got right down to work. First, a few glasses of wine. I played it cool, laughing along with everyone, enjoying the bbq and the picturesque property, all the while scoping out my prey.

That's when I saw them. Three young men, throwing a football around in the yard. Shirts off, I marvelled at the fit forms, each one of them in decent shape, tall, broad shouldered. Not that it really mattered what they looked like; I had a job to do. Smiling to myself, I watched one walk up to the pool where Diane lie floating along. Imagine my delight, my glee, when he strolled right up to her and spoke.

"Hey mom, are Rick and Julie coming still?"

I didn't hear her answer. I was over the moon. This vapid whore's son was here? Could my luck be any better?

Right then, I heard a truck pull up in the driveway; newcomers. Someone mentioned that we'd need a few more chairs, and that we could find them in the pool shed, far on the back end of the property. Dylan, as I found his name to be, offered generously to go grab them. I sprung into action.

"I'll give you a hand" I smiled at him warmly, "Just give me a minute". In full view of everyone, I stood, undoing the buttons of my shorts and wiggling out of them, quickly pulling my shirt over my head. Jaws dropped all around me. 35 at the time, my body was in fine form. I don't claim to be a model, but I am confident that my ass is worth the looks it got as I stood there brazenly, wearing a hot red bikini that hardly covered me the way a married woman's bathing suit should. I looked over to my husband, gave him an ironic wink and cooed "back in a minute darling". He looked dumbstruck.

Dylan and I walked back to the pool house together. I teased him gently about his Hawaiian print shorts, playfully reaching over to tug at the band. Sheepish at first, he shied away, but the attentions of this older woman quickly softened him. By the time we got to the pool house, my resolve was stronger than ever. I had to be quick.

While he rummaged around in the storage portion of the small shed, back turned to me, I reached behind me, tugging on the strings of my top, untying them.

"I think these ones are the ones they wanted" he muttered, turning back.

There before him I stood, clutching my top to my breasts as if the strings had come undone of their own accord. "Oh gosh," I said as sweetly as I could, "would you look at that, silly me".

The youth, somewhere between 18 and 20 stammered for a minute. "Miss B, oh uhh I can step out for a minute" he said, moving to walk past me to the door. Once he was within reach, I dropped my hands from my breasts, catching his hand.

"Oh no sweetie, why don't you stay" I said with a grin that could only mean one thing. He looked about ready to vomit or pass out. All he could utter was "uhhh".

Still holding his hand in mine, I pulled his hand towards me, pressing it to my tit before leaning in to whisper in his ear, "Think they'll miss us for a few minutes? I don't".

I reached down with my other hand and grasped his cock, finding it rock hard beneath his trunks. "No Miss B, I think we have a few minutes".

Nervously, he touched my body for a few moments while I rubbed him through his shorts. It was hard to tell, but it felt like a fair sized cock. I grew impatient. I stepped back, looking him dead in the eye, and pulled the strings at the side of my bottoms, letting them drop to the floor at my feet. I touched my body seductively while the young man stood there staring in amazement at the sight of my bald, puffy mound, glistening in the dim light. I turned, planting my hands on the nearest wall, arched my back and turned to look at him hurriedly fumbling at his drawstrings. I turned back to face the wall, swaying my hips gently. I felt him take up a stance behind me, and his head press up against my slit. Something was wrong though. Something felt…different. I turned back to look down at what had to be the largest cock I had ever seen, smooth, 9 or 10 inches long, and as thick as my wrist. My eyes widened in fear. This young man was about to destroy me. And I loved it.

After struggling to pop his massive purple head in, he began to work the rest of his member into me. Inch by agonizing inch, I took him. I took him all. He drew back, and I drew a deep breath. "Again" I uttered. Dutifully, he obeyed. It felt as though my insides were rearranging themselves to take him in. Steadily, he picked up speed, and my body began to acclimated to his size. I felt his hands on my hips, pulling my back onto him. I began to lose myself, eyes shut tight, focusing on contracting my pussy whenever he hit my deepest spots. I realized I was moaning. Loudly. Dylan hardly made a sound, focusing on the task at hand.

Minutes passed. And when I say minutes, I mean three. "I'm gonna cum" he managed to say.

"What? Already?!"

"Sorry I…"

I pushed him back, dropped quickly to my knees and proffered my chest "Do it then if you…"

Horror gripped me. In the window at the back of the shed, I could see two faces. The other two that Dylan was with earlier. "Wait!" I cried, but it was too late. As if shot from a cannon, his massive gooey load erupted from the truly titanic cock before me. The load struck me like a freight train. 6,7,8 ropes splashed against my chest, tits, underside of my chin, began to run down my torso, to pool on the ground I knelt on.

As Dylan stepped back, his friends let themselves into the pool house. "Goddamn dude, you're a fucking monster" they laughed towards Dylan.

I had to think quickly. What was I doing here? This wasn't revenge. If any of these boys told what they'd seen, my infidelity lawsuit would be ruined. I would be ruined. I had only one choice left before me.

"Well, are you boys just going to stare like some dickless idiots, or are you going to do something?".

While Dylan sat back on a nearby bench, the two other lads took in in turn to step up to me, still kneeling on the ground. I stroked, sucked, moaned, and rubbed my clit to the very best of my ability, eager to finish each lad off as quickly as possible.

A mere ten minutes later, covered in the cum of all three of the virile young men, I felt two emotions. Watching them all get dressed, I felt nervous. One of them might still say something. I had done a good job, I felt, and playfully insisted this remain our little secret.

Greatly overriding that, however, was something else. Something different. It was an odd satisfaction, a pride, yet also an eagerness for something more. Looking down the length of my coated body, I felt a rush. My pussy tingled. My nipples hardened. I…I liked it. More than that, I loved it. Absentmindedly I towelled off, grabbed a chair with each of the other boys, and stumbled blankly back to the gathering.

"Did you boys get lost back there or something?" Diane laughed as we approached the party.

"Haha uhhh yeah something like that" Dylan laughed.

The rest of the night was a blur. None of the boys looked at me. Diane began flirting with my husband after too many sangrias. I paid none of them any mind. A week later, I had moved out, I was on my own. I knew only one thing for certain. The world was mine for the taking, and every single cock in it.

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