Really I did not care what people said. A very gossipy lady our neighbor had spread the news that my wife was a slut bitch. She told everybody saw men...coming into my house when I went to work. She thought it was hurting me to spread this news, but she was wrong: many men who knew that news decided to knock on my door when I went out, trying to fuck my wife. And my wife did not frustrate their expectations.Then I established a real lookout post in the little house next to our home, where was. With all the sounds of coming and going I had no idea how many frat boys were now gathered to rape my ass. At least ten, I was certain. Maybe more. Maybe twice that many.After Robbie had abused my tits awhile, one of the others objected. “You can’t have the professor’s tits all to yourself. Let me have a turn.”“All right.” Robbie agreed with a final vicious twist of my nipples. He let go, and new hands replaced his. But the new hands on my tits squeezed and twisted just as cruelly as Robbie. I could sense he was at his edge. I closed my lips even tighter on his cock and moved faster. Soon he released all his juices into my mouth. The spurts shooted out into my mouth spurt after spurt.I made sure that I squeezed every drop of it using my hands and licked all the drops that came out. Then I spat all that juices onto that same cloth after making sure he released all of it. Then I took another cloth from the drawer and cleaned both their cocks of my saliva and the juices.I even cleaned. His name was Richard Paling, he was 22 and six foot two inch with a perfect physique, a cock to match and a self-deprecating sense of humour that had the girls eating out of his hand, though that was hardly what the naked blonde with large breasts was doing at that precise moment. "Good to see you could make it Rog' old son. You know what they say, 'better late than never'." After pointing to a spot where several dozen cans of beer could be seen the tall, blonde haired Paling patted the blonde.