4 comments/ 248809 views/ 55 favorites Sick and Wrong Ch. 01 By: Goldeniangel Author's note: the title of this series says it all, this is a sick series, it's going to have non-consent, lots of anal, fetishes, spankings, revenges, cheating... it's a girl gone wrong and she's taking a lot of people with her. It's not at all meant to be realistic, and it's a twisted and sick type of fantasy. Read at your own risk... but I hope those who do read enjoy. =) ---------------------------- Priscilla was an interesting kind of girl. Sweet and innocent on the outside, a good neighbor, graduated from College with honors, got a new job as a secretary in a law firm, only dated good boys... But deep down she had lots of nasty sexual secrets. There were two sides to Priscilla - well maybe even three. The good girl that everyone saw on the outside, and then her nasty sexual side. Although her sexual side had two parts too; she was incredibly dominant towards women, although she had sex with women she'd never eaten another woman out or even fingered another woman. She used toys on them, sexually tortured them... sometimes even got off on raping them. But then there was her other side, her side towards men. Priscilla liked to be dominated by men, have them take control of her and degrade her and sexually torture her. It was an odd combination and she was well-aware that she was probably sick, perverted, and degenerate, but at the same time she couldn't quite bring herself to care enough to do something about it. No one knew, and sometimes she wondered if she would care if they did. There was definitely a part of her that wanted to shock all her neighbors, family and friends with the truth of her life... She never did though. Partially because, even though the couple of rapes that she'd been involved in had never been reported, someone might realize. After all, she'd actually had sex with one or two of her friends when they'd been under the influence of one drug or another that she'd slipped into their drink. And so she said nothing, just going about her daily routine and indulging in sexual perversions at night. Right now she was indulging in being submissive. Tied down to her own bed, her body was stretched out in a large X, face down with some pillows under her hips to keep her gorgeous ass in the air. She screamed as the heavy hand came down on her poor ass again, but no sound actually came out because her mouth was filled with a penis-shaped gag that had been stifling her screams and shrieks for the past twenty minutes. Justin was one of her favorite fuck-buddies, he was harsh and demanding and he never let her get away with the little power games she liked to play. Whenever she stepped even just a toe out of line she was punished harshly, and that was just what she needed tonight... Writhing as her ass burned a fiery red, tears streaming down her face, she was engulfed with lust, wishing that he would push his dick into her and fuck her hard, slamming his body against her bruised cheeks. More slaps against her tortured ass, and she screamed with ecstatic pain, her back arching as she sobbed and struggled. "You know Priscilla," Justin's voice was very deep, controlling... he could lull her into relaxing just by talking to her although she constantly tried to keep up her guard. It was when she relaxed that he always struck, "I'm getting very tired of these silly games you play. It'd be much easier if you just begged for a punishment. I expect to be obeyed, especially when you are the one who calls ME. I think we're going to have to teach you a lesson." There was a lot of shifting behind her, making Priscilla feel quite panicked because she had no idea what he was doing. Usually he showed her whatever instrument of exquisite torture he was going to use on her, liking the way her imagination would play with her before he even touched her with it. Now she couldn't see a single thing. His large dick pressed up against her asshole, his large beautiful dick. It was one of the many reasons she loved playing with him so much, he had one of the biggest dicks she'd ever experienced. And damn did he know how to use it... Pain lanced through her as he began to push in, and she jumped with surprise, it hurt BAD, much worse than usual and she couldn't figure out why. It wasn't as if they hadn't had anal sex before, and while she didn't do it often it had never hurt this bad before. Tears sprang to her eyes as his head popped in, her ass dryly clenching down on the painful invasion... that was it, 'dryly'! He wasn't using lube! Priscilla panicked and began struggling... he'd tear her apart! Especially the way that Justin liked to fuck, hard and uncompromising, his dick thrusting in and out with abandon! He chuckled, leaning forward and making her squeal with pain as her dry ass was forced to accept another inch of his thick meat. "Figured out what your punishment is have we?" he asked, reaching around to pinch her nipples, making her buck backwards which had the added effect of her shoving more of his dick up her ass without him moving at all. She shuddered and squealed, trying to move back forwards, but he followed and pressed even deeper. Priscilla squealed and sobbed as his dick scraped against the dry walls of her ass... it hurt so bad, he hadn't used any lube at all and it felt like the outside of her asshole was caving in as he pressed deeper. Finally he pulled out a little and she was able to relax somewhat, but then he gave a stabbing thrust and was finally buried balls deep as she writhed and screamed, her ass burning. Holding himself inside her, Justin continued to torture her nipples with his fingers, making her burn both inside and out. "You're such a dirty bad girl," he whispered in her ear, "You need to be punished and no one knows it..." She squirmed uncomfortably as his full weight was rested on top of her, boring into her poor abused asshole. A sharp jab made her squeal and buck, although really that just gave him more pleasure as her ass pressed against him; he laughed mockingly. Priscilla felt almost dizzy with lust... it had been so long since someone had really been able to challenge her, really been able to take her and degrade her the way she wanted. Justin was amazing, she could actually feel her body submitting to him. He could too, as soon as he felt her acceptance of his dominance over her, he began pumping in and out of her ass, moving one of his hands off her sore nipple and down to her pussy where he began toying with her clit as he fucked her. The bound girl moaned, starting to move with him despite the burning in her ass, the pleasure in her pussy more than made up for it. The pain was making her so horny, and she knew he was taking pleasure in the fact that she was enjoying herself despite his rape of her tender asshole. It turned him on immeasurably that she was able to take pain and turn it into her own special pleasure. Riding her ass hard, he pinched at her clit, twisting it and making her back ache in reaction, her tight ass ripping around his thrusting dick. Priscilla felt like he was taking her over, his dick huge and swollen inside her asshole, demanding pleasure. Shuddering as he gave her clit a particularly vicious pinch, her ass clenched down on him and suddenly she was cumming, screaming as waves of pleasure swept over her. Throughout it all he kept moving in and out of her ass, the painful ecstasy driving her higher as her body shuddered and jerked against the ropes. Priscilla screamed as the pain overcame the pleasure, he was ignoring her now and just reaming her ass out, she'd gotten hers and now it was time for him to get his. And more than anything, he took pleasure in her struggles and her torment... and of course it just turned her on more that he was fucking her ass with abandon, although she was sobbing she could feel another orgasm building deep in her bowels. Her ass shuddered around him, increasing the pain as she clenched down and he pushed through, his hands on her hips and slamming into her brutalized hole. She howled as her second, more painful, orgasm began, her tight ass clenching down hard on him and increasing the stimulation for both of them. Three more brutal thrusts and he buried himself inside her with force that knocked the breath out of her; her grip on his dick was so tight that she could actually feel him pulsing against the ring of her tight hole as his cum sped through his dick on its journey into her ass. Sobbing, she sagged underneath him, her body accepting the load that he was delivering into her, still rippling around him as he finished cumming. They lay there for a few minutes, both of them just panting, and then he gathered himself together and pulled away. She squealed as his dick popped out of her ass, new tears springing to her eyes. Justin sat back and admired her raw, reddened asshole. Just enough force to really hurt without tearing her up... perfect. Although he untied her, he made her keep the gag in her mouth as they went to the shower. Smiling, he tapped her pink butt... she would need it. He planned on raping her ass again as soon as they were all wet and slippery... and that was going to hurt. Sick and Wrong Ch. 02 author's note: This is a story with female on female rape, breast torture and some spanking. All of them do end up enjoying themselves immensely =) I hope you enjoy as well. --------------------------------- Having gotten her fix for being punished from Justin, Priscilla found that the next night she had a different kind of craving. Her ass was still sore... from his dry rape of it when she was tied on the bed, and then when they were in the shower he'd taken his slick dick and shoved it in again, pounding her up against the tile wall as the water had sluiced down on them. It had been hot, but painful, the water had helped make things easier, but her hole had become swollen and tight. Having taken such abuse, Priscilla found herself craving to heap abuse onto someone else. Someone who would take it well... pleasure her... Her eyes lit up. There was a girl at her school who was rumored to be a closet lesbian, one who liked things a little rough. Meg... yes, that was her name. That would be perfect; take a girl, push her to her limits, get some good pleasure out of it. Priscilla liked to do things dirty and hard, she liked to be degraded and also to degrade another woman. Besides, the girl was pretty and she had big tits. Priscilla loved busty girls, their tits took punishment soooo well... and you could do so many creative things with them! **************************************** Priscilla had easily gained access to Meg's house, the stupid bitch actually slept with her window open. It couldn't have been a more perfect opportunity if she had created it herself; the girl was practically asking to be raped, sleeping on the ground floor with her window open. Practically naked too, all she'd been wearing was a bra and panties. Although rather surprised by the bra, Priscilla figured that it made sense; Meg's tits were huge for her slender frame, she looked rather disproportionate really. It was a moment's quick work to get Meg tied facing up, her eyes covered by her own sleeping mask, and her mouth stuff fulled of her panties. Cutting off the bra, she crooned as Meg sobbed, trying to plead through the pink panties that had been cut from her body. Priscilla just rolled her eyes and tossed the bra off to the side; sick of the whimpers and whining she started slapping Meg's very pale breasts. The girl had such milky white skin that with the first slap her boob turned bright pink; Priscilla laughed and slapped the other one harder, going back and forth and playing them like bongos. Tiny nipples got hard, little pebbles on huge mountains of flesh, Priscilla sneered at them and pinched them, twisting roughly and smiling as the girl beneath her writhed and tried to pull away. Must hurt or something. She snickered and twisted harder. Letting her fingers trail down the girls body, she scooted down until she could look at that spread pussy, smiling as Meg's legs pulled against the ropes around her ankles which spread them apart. Sliding her fingers up and down Meg's pink slit, she found a little bit of wetness. "So..." she murmured, "We DO like rough treatment... what a slut..." and she slapped the exposed pussy, making Meg jump and wail. With every rough slap against it, the pussy got pinker and wetter, making sucking sounds as her hand slapped down, "Well if you like it rough then you are going to LOVE tonight." The girl underneath her wriggled and writhed, in sexual pain and excitement as her pussy was spanked, Priscilla reveled in her domination. Looking around she opened the drawer to the nightstand, looking for Meg's "goody" drawer. And oh what a goody drawer it was! Laughing, Priscilla pulled out some vicious looking nipple clamps, still in their original packaging. "Never been used?" she asked in a shocked tone, "Well that's a shame... I think we should definitely try them out tonight." Dropping them on the bed next to Meg's bound body she also pulled out a long length of rope, a cat-o-nine whip, an inflatable butt plug and a vibrator with a clit stimulator. Wrapping the rope around Meg's breasts in a large figure eight, she bound those massive mammeries so that they were pointing straight up like large torpedoes, swollen and sensitive. Squeezing them roughly she laughed as the girl writhed, her pussy dripping even more as her breasts were bound. Then Meg started shrieking as Priscilla attached the first of the nipple clamps, the rubber squeezing the tender bud tightly and crushing it. More shrieking and writhing as Priscilla attached the other and then leaned forward to flick her tongue across the dark red parts that were swelling out of the tight clamps. Humming to herself as Meg strained and sobbed, pain shooting through her breasts every time she moved, Priscilla slid the buttplug around Meg's extremely wet pussy, making the girl hump her hips as confusing waves of pain and pleasure washed over her. As soon as she was satisfied that it was covered in pussy juice, just lubricated enough to get it in, she started forcing it into Meg's tight ass. The girl moaned and thrashed, shrieking as her tender breasts jiggled on her chest, the clamps biting harshly into her nipples. Priscilla finally got the whole thing shoved into Meg's tight back door, she pulled and twisted at it, making the girl whimper in sexual frenzy. "You're such a dirty slut," Priscilla sneered, "Dripping like a wet whore while you're all tied up, with clamps on your nipples and a plug up your ass... and you're loving every minute of it, aren't you?" Meg nodded frantically, her hips moving up and down despite the pain in her breasts, "You'd like to cum, wouldn't you?" she twisted the plug as Meg nodded, her whimpers turning pleading. "Well you're going to make me cum first." And with that Priscilla pulled the panties out of Meg's mouth and lowered her own excited pussy onto the bound girl's face. Immediately Meg started licking at her, sucking on her pussy like a pro and Priscilla moaned and ground her pussy down on the girl's face. Picking up the cat-o-nine whip, she let loose a lash against Meg's pussy, making the girl shriek and lift her hips, her scream muffled and vibrating against Priscilla's pussy lips. "Oh that feels fantastic..." moaned Priscilla and she whipped Meg's pussy again. She kept whipping it as Meg screamed and licked, thrashing underneath her as she strove to get Priscilla off, her tongue pushing frantically into Priscilla's hot hole. Suddenly Priscilla realized that Meg herself was dangerously close to orgasm, just from the whipping her pussy had been getting. But that wasn't right, it was going to be Priscilla that came first. Dropping the whip Priscilla pulled the clamps off of Meg's nipples and moaned loudly as the girl screamed and shook; pinching the brutalized and purplish buds, she rubbed feeling back into the sensitive nubbins, making the girl underneath her writhe in sexual pain. Pulling on the girl's nipples she moaned happily as Meg screamed and licked, trying to get Priscilla off so that it would end the torture to her poor breasts and then she would be able to get off. Unfortunately for Meg, when Priscilla started cumming her hands clamped down on Meg's boobs, crushing the bound mounds of flesh and making the girl scream even more into the pussy that was dripping orgasmic juices into her mouth. Panting hard, Priscilla rode out her orgasm, grinding her entire pussy against Meg's face and muffling any sound that was coming out of the girl underneath her. When she was done, Priscilla sighed and climbed off of Meg, completely satiated. "Good girl," she crooned, stroking Meg's cheek. The girl actually leaned her face into Priscilla's hand and smiled at the compliment. "Please," she begged. Priscilla considered not helping her out... but she had been awfully good, and Priscilla had been very pleased by her passionate response. Why not. It was well to reward good behavior. Grabbing the pump on the inflatable buttplug, Priscilla started squeezing, filling the thing with air and making it expand inside Meg's tight ass. Meg moaned, her insides stretching with the plug and her pussy dripping even more, she felt like she was on the brink of going insane from being denied her orgasm as her boobs and nipples burned, her ass full and uncomfortable. Working the vibrator into Meg's pussy, Priscilla examined the girl for a moment and then turned it onto high right away. Meg started screaming in orgasm and Priscilla stuffed the panties back into her mouth to muffle the sound. As the girl shook and sweated in continuous orgasm, unable to stop cumming, Priscilla loosened the ropes around one hand. Meg would have to work her hand out before she would be able to remove the vibrator or untie herself, and the way she was thrashing and shaking in the throes of her orgasm... she might not have the focus to do that right now. Priscilla walked out, quite pleased with herself as she left the girl on the bed, still cumming ecstatically as the pleasure became almost painful with its intensity. In some ways, she was rather jealous of Meg's pleasures... although it had been good for Priscilla, it seemed that Meg had enjoyed herself even more. Still... her pussy felt good, she felt good. It was a good night. And tomorrow would bring something else new. Sick and Wrong Ch. 03 author's note: This is another installment of a rather extreme series, not for anyone looking for a loving relationship or vanilla sex. This particular chapter includes spanking, pussy whipping, some breast torture, some bondage, and a lot of good old fashioned sex. I hope you enjoy. ------------------------------- After having raped and tortured her classmate Meg, Priscilla found that she was more jealous of the experience that Meg seemed to have gotten from her... although Priscilla liked to dominate and she loved the rush of power, she also loved the thrill of being dominated. So a few days later she decided to give Justin a call again, asking him sweetly to come over and punish her. Specifically with spanking. He was only too happy to oblige. When he came over she described to him a fantasy that was much like what she had done to Meg... but of course she didn't tell him what she did. If she did, he might turn her in. Or worse, take steps to curb her activities. He could get annoyingly possessive at times, despite the fact that he was just a fuck-buddy; she knew that for the most part he considered himself her Master. And that also gave her a thrill... wondering what he would do one day if he found out what she was doing in her free time. At any rate, he found an even more interesting position to tie her in than she could have ever imagined. Her arms were stretched out above her head, tied to the head post of the bed with her wrists tied together, pushing her boobs up in the air. Then he'd tied her ankles to the bedposts so that her legs were spread wide apart and she was bent practically in half, her pussy and ass completely exposed and vulnerable to whatever he might want to do to her. She shivered with anticipation as he began wrapping rope around her breasts in a figure eight, pulling them very tight... much tighter than she had managed to do. Priscilla cried out a little as they were cruelly pulled, her flesh felt swollen and hot, and she shrieked and tried to thrash as he slapped one pink tit. "Yes, I do like that a lot," he said as her cry dwindled, smiling evilly, "But I think I'd like it even better if you were quiet." and he popped her panties into her mouth, just as she had done to Meg. Priscilla could taste her juices on her tongue as Justin began to twist her nipples, making her shriek and arch her beg, so that it looked like she was asking for more punishment. Leaning forward he sucked each one into his mouth and bit down roughly, making Priscilla sob as her nipples throbbed on her already sensitive breasts. She felt true horror when he held up the nipple clamps that he had for her, they were Clover clamps, so that if he tugged on them then they would tighten even more on her poor nipples. Much worse than the ones that she'd used on Meg. Justin put them on pretty lightly, so that they didn't pinch too much. Surprised and slightly relieved, Priscilla was also confused until he tied a rope around the chain connecting them, and attached the rope to her right leg. Any struggling or movement on her part would make her tighten the clamps, especially because he gave her no slack to start with. The first slap to her ass made her squeal as his palm connected, her body jerked, and her nipples tingled as the clamps tightened. Priscilla moaned as his hand came down again and again, turning her ass a bright pink. THWACK! CRACK! SMACK! Although she tried to hold very still, the more he spanked her the harder it became for her to not move and the clamps on her nipples slowly tightened more and more. She was so accustomed to the spanking that when he first slapped her open pussy, she was surprised and jerked hard, screaming as the clamps viciously pinched her poor abused nipples. Justin laughed as he saw the effect it had on her. He continued spanking her wet pussy, alternating between its slick folds, her pink ass, and also the backs of her upper thighs. Priscilla wasn't going to be able to sit down for the next two days without thinking of this night. Special pleasure came when he got her clit for the first time and she practically vibrated - fortunately there was now enough slack in the rope connected to the nipple clamps that she didn't hurt herself too badly, she was almost at her limit for how much pain she could take in her nipples. Justin was much more creative than she was in a lot of ways. He took the clamps off of her nipples, making her scream as the blood rushed back in to the distended nubs, as he rubbed them more of the blood returned and she jerked around in her bonds. It felt good to be able to move without having punishment to her nipples. Taking the whip, Justin slapped it against her swollen breasts, still bound and feeling like they were ready to pop. Priscilla screamed as he started whipping her poor breasts, leaving angry red marks on the already pinkened flesh, and when he hit her nipples pain exploded and she thought that her chest had actually exploded. When she stopped shaking and crying she could see Justin grinning at her. The position of her body was starting to take its toll on her, uncomfortable and her poor tits were so sore and painful, her nipples absolutely brutalized. Pink ass, pink pussy... and she was incredibly horny, still with no end in site... because as soon as she looked up at him, Justin slapped the whip across her pussy. The strands bit into her tender pink flesh, traveling the entire length of her puffy slit and making her shriek and moan, humping her hips up in the air to try and get rid of the sting. Of course, her movements just made it appear that she was even more eager to have the whip kiss her pussy again, so of course Justin obliged. SWISH! SLAP! CRACK! He beat her pussy with the whip, making sure to catch the sensitive inner folds and her clit as it peeked out at him. It seemed to go on forever for Priscilla, even as she moved in lust, something inside her head wished that she hadn't asked him for this. What he was doing to her was much harsher than what she'd done to Meg, and even though it turned her on immensely, she wasn't sure how much more she could take of it. Just when she thought she might pass out from the abuse to her body, he stopped whipping her poor pussy. Priscilla sobbed as he let her legs down, still spread because it hurt too much to try and put them together... her pussy was so wet and so painful at the same time. "I want to be able to hear you," he told her as he pulled off the gag, leaving just her arms bound above her head. She moaned as he pushed his swollen dick against her pussy, "Oh please Justin... I need a minute... please... it hurts so much from you whipping me there." "But you liked it," he reminded her, pushing his dick against the hole and making her whimper, "I can tell because you're soaking wet." "It still hurts Justin, ple—aaaaaAAAAHHHH!!" Priscilla's pleading turned into a loud shriek as he forced his way into her beaten flesh, moaning with contentment as she tightly gripped him in response to the pain. She knew how much he got off on her discomfort, liking it when he could push her boundaries a little more... and she got off on his disregard for her pain, liking the way his big dick pushed into her brutalized folds. Her body thrashed beneath his, which he liked even more as she attempted to struggle against him but was completely helpless to actually resist. His hard chest pressed against her boobs, which were still bound in the rope, pain renewed as their chests rubbed together and Priscilla squealed. She was unable to form words, there were so many conflicting sensations rushing through her body, warring within her for dominance. Pain, pleasure, lust, agony, the desire for him to fuck her hard, the wish that it would just be over. Thrusting in and out of her, Justin was able to watch as her expressions ran the full gauntlet of her emotions, he kept up a bruising pace inside her, never wanting her to get two comfortable. Priscilla's body pushed up against his as he ground his groin against her splayed pussy lips, sending ripples of pain as the whipped area was rubbed. Grabbing hold of the rope around her breasts, he roughly pulled it off, to renewed shrieks of pain and struggling. Sensation flowed through Priscilla's boobs again, fully awakening her body to everything as the sensitive mounds were flattened and she moaned. "Oh Justin... oh god... it hurts... it hurts so good..." she felt like she was losing her mind in a haze of lust and sexual pain. She started to cum as he pistoled in and out of her, shaking underneath him and writhing in excitement, her body completely overloaded from the abuse and pleasure that he'd heaped up on her. As she started to cum, Justin reached down and began to toy with her clit, sending her on an ecstatic wave of pleasure that she was unable to come down from. Slowly her cries of passion turned painful as her body completely overloaded, his fingers twisting and pulling at the sensitive swollen bud of nerves while his dick filled her. Her legs kicked out, trying to dislodge him, but because he was between her thighs it was completely unsuccessful. "OH GOD! PLEASE STOP JUSTIN! PLEASE STOP! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" her orgasm went another level higher, her body practically levitating underneath his, spearing upwards off the bed as her pussy tightened around him like a vise. Damn that felt good, he gave her clit another pinch and moaned as her pussy practically rippled around him. Priscilla was sobbing pleading, but he just kept fucking her, playing with her clit. When he finally moved his hand, she felt a moment of relief, but then she was wrapped up into his arms, her body firmly pressed against his, and he gave three massive thrusts that threatened to split her apart. She shrieked as his groin slammed into hers, her orgasm actually making her toes curl as every part of her body stiffened in response to his assault. Not a sound came from her mouth, even though it was wide open in a silent scream; Justin just held on tight as his dick pulsed inside of her, swollen and incredibly hard as he pumped cum into her protesting body. She felt incredibly full, completely sexual, almost as though she'd been taken over by sensation. It wasn't until his arms finally relaxed around her that her body un-tensed and she wilted underneath him, sobbing tears of completion. He lay on top of her, inside her, until he was completely soft, sighing as he pulled himself out with a *plop*. Priscilla smiled up at him, although her face was tear stained, "Thank you." "What are you thanking me for?" he asked, grinning, "It's not over yet." She stared at him in shock as he reminded her, "You wanted me to leave you with a vibrator in you, remember?" The over extended girl began whimpering and pleading as he pushed the vibrator into her pussy and turned it on high. "WAIT!" she screamed as he began to leave the room, the vibrator buzzing merrily and her body already tensing for another orgasm, "YOU DIDN'T LOOSEN MY WRISTS!" "Oh don't worry," he said, "I'll be back as soon as I'm up for another round." The scream that followed him out the door was one of pure despair and orgasmic lust. Just for kicks, it was another hour before Justin returned, and although Priscilla begged him to take her any other way, he insisted on fucking her pussy while she was tied up underneath him. When she finally left, the next morning, she practically waddled. He grinned as he watched her funny duck-walk down to her car. Sick and Wrong Ch. 04 Author's note: this is a man cheating on his wife with Priscilla, that's about the most kinky thing going on in this story; but it's the lead in to the next chapter which is going to live up to the title of this series. Hope you enjoy! ------------------------------ Priscilla was incredibly sore for the next few days after her experience with Justin... it had been everything she'd asked for and more. She reflected on how lucky she was to have someone like him that she could go to for her perverse needs... and as she smiled at the other people in her extremely expensive private college she knew that not one of them thought that she might be doing with her free time. They all thought that she was the perfect little sweetheart. In fact, just that morning one of her favorite teachers had invited her to a very exclusive party at his house. Professor Danford was the type of person who looked for those students that he thought would go far in life and cultivated them, he had an absolute knack for picking the brightest, best, and most talented. He was also awfully attractive for a forty five year old man and Priscilla was determined to see if she could find a way to sleep with him. Tonight. It was a challenge that she couldn't resist now that she'd finally been invited to his house... of course she knew that he had a wife, but chances were they hadn't slept with each other in years. Professor Danford was practically infamous for checking out the girls in class, and most of them responded pretty happily to his attentions. She'd had several days to recover from Justin and her pussy was finally feeling mostly back to normal, no longer sore or oversensitive. That night she dressed the part of an elegant, yet sexy young woman. A sleek black dress covered her gorgeous body, clinging in all the right places, her perky large breasts were uplifted and plenty of cleavage was showing. However, that was only because the dress was so tight, she wasn't wearing a bra, it was the bodice of the dress that pressed her breasts up like that. The dress was made so that it clung stubbornly to her middle, but you could pull down the top exposing just her breasts, and the skirt was filmy and loose. It rippled around her thighs, flirtatiously lifting and sweeping around her legs, giving hints that it might just go higher. However, everything about the dress said class and elegance, rather than the slut that she knew she was. The men noticed her immediately of course, and so did the other women. All the men wanted her and all the women were wishing that they'd dressed so quietly elegantly and sexily, rather than flaunting their wares. Many of the women felt tawdry and overdone next to Priscilla's innate sexiness. Professor Dandon could barely keep his eyes off of her, and when he put his hand in the small of her back to steer her over towards some people he wanted her to meet, she encouraged him by pressing gently against his side, her breast rubbing against the side of his chest. The maneuver was not lost on him, she could tell. His breath caught and he looked down at her cautiously. Priscilla smiled back brightly, innocently, but with blatant invitation in her eyes. "I have a wonderful print in my study that you might like," He told her, "It's an original, Escher in fact." "I would love to see it," Priscilla practically purred, pressing her breast against his side some more. Professor Danford smiled and put his arm around her waist as he led her to the study. It wasn't long after they got into the study that Professor Danford turned around to see Priscilla pulling the straps of her dress off, her breasts spilling out of their tight confinement. Although the older man had been having doubts about having sex with this gorgeous young student, having her flirting was one thing, but did he really want to cheat on his wife with a student? But with her gorgeous breasts hanging out of her dress, pink nipples already erect, the young woman stepping forward with a look of complete lust on her face... his dick was up and at the ready. His wife wasn't exactly very sexual anymore, not that she ever had been - very conservative that one, but he hadn't known that until after they'd gotten married. He'd always thought that he'd be able to open her up a little, but he never had. So when Priscilla stepped forward and kissed him, her bare breasts pressing against his expensive silk shirt, her hands caressing his back, he snapped. Their kiss became incredibly passionate as he pushed her backwards, pressing her up against the wall, her soft body pushing into him. His hands slid down to her thighs, pulling up her skirt around her waist, moaning when he found that she wasn't wearing any panties. "You planned this..." he gasped, the sudden realization knocking into him. "Fuck me." she said, her fingers pulling his dick free of his pants. He hadn't even realized that she'd managed to undo his button and zipper. A short gasp, "Damn you're big... fuck me Professor, fuck me with your huge cock." Priscilla, star student, the perfect angel of the school, seducing him, asking him to fuck her, Professor Danford wondered if he was dreaming. Surely the most accomplished and beautiful student in school wouldn't want anything to do with an older man like him? And yet, as his dick touched her already wet pussy, he decided that it had to be real. No dream had ever felt this good, this tight as it enveloped his dick. She moaned as he began working himself back and forth in her pussy, pushing himself deeper and deeper with each thrust. Kicking her legs up she managed to wrap them around his waist, forcing him to push all the way inside her. He was so big that it was slightly painful, especially since their position made it harder for her pussy to relax and accept him, but she liked it rough. It made her tense her pussy up around him, and he gasped as she clasped him like a velvet glove. They started fucking, her magnificent tits flopping up and down in his face as he stabbed her with his dick, slamming her hips up against the wall with every thrust. Burying his face in her breasts he started sucking on the pale flesh, finding her nipple with his mouth. Priscilla gasped and her pussy rippled around him as he began sucking on the pert bud, the sudden sensation around his dick made him bite down on her involuntarily. About to apologize, he was shocked by her moan and the way she pulled his head against her chest as the pain flared from her nipple. "Yeeesss...." she hissed, her back arching away from the wall and against his crotch. Experimentally he moved his mouth to her other nipple and bit down, getting the same reaction as his teeth dug into her flesh. She liked it when he hurt her. Something let loose inside of him and he began practically gnawing on her nipples, switching back and forth as his thrusts got harder and harder, pounding her against the wall. It was as though a flood had been loosed, a flood of his intense desires, pent up for many years as he was shackled to a conservative and uninventive wife. His hands dug into her ass, gripping her flesh tightly as his finger pressed into her asshole, making Priscilla squeal with delight as he really began to use her body, her asshole tightening over his invading finger. Professor Dandon was both shocked and ecstatic at her reaction, his dick swelling up inside her with excitement as his finger pressed into a woman's ass for the first time. It was so hot and tight and dry, he wondered what it would be like to shove his dick there... The thought was too much for him, he gasped and slammed Priscilla against the wall, his dick pulsing inside of her. She squealed with passionate delight, her head thrown back against the wall with her breasts thrust out as she started to cum, her tight pussy squeezing every last drop of his jizz. As Priscilla slid down the wall, her feet finally touching the ground again, they both sighed in completion. His dick slid out of her with reluctance, wet with their juices and slightly slimy. A small gasp alerted both of them, and they looked at the doorway in surprise. Professor Dandon's heart sank, his wife was standing there, looking beautiful and perfect as always, her eyes wide open with shock. Anger and hurt hadn't had time to fester yet. Priscilla moved faster than he could have imagined, jumping forward and grabbing his wife, pulling her into the room and slamming the door shut. Sick and Wrong Ch. 05 Author's Note: This is the point where I'd like to get the series into more extremes... warning for this one - Non-Consensual marital sex as well as a kind of lesbian rape. --------------------- Professor Dandon gasped as Priscilla pulled his lovely wife into the room, Barbara's eyes were wide with shock and she barely made any noise as Priscilla put her hand over the older woman's mouth. "Well hello..." Priscilla practically purred as she looked over this new acquisition, "Aren't you awfully pretty for an older woman... and check out these tits!" The Professor made a noise of protest at the same time as his wife, Priscilla ignored them both, tearing Barbara's straps off of her shoulders and letting the huge boobs flop out. They were very large and sagging, with huge areola and big dark nipples. One of her greatest assets, Barbara was very proud of her breasts. Having them called "tits" and then having them exposed in front of this beautiful young woman who had obviously just been fucking her husband, had to be the greatest humiliation of Barbara's life. Priscilla slapped one of the massive mammeries, laughing as it flopped back and forth and Barbara shrieked pain, the noise muffled by Priscilla's hand over her mouth; although the older woman was much too stunned to even try to move. "Now Priscilla," protested Professor Dandon, stepping forward. He stopped as Priscilla turned to look at him, no longer the sweet student who had so lustily encouraged him to fuck her. There was something dominating in her eyes, something that he had never encountered before. "You have such a beautiful wife," crooned Priscilla, "I bet you guys have the most amazing sex life... I would if I was married to a gorgeous slut like this." Barbara's body jerked at the word slut and she whimpered, not knowing what to do, not knowing why her husband wasn't defending her honor. Priscilla's hand went under Barbara's skirt and her eyes widened as she looked back at the Professor, "And she's already wet! How wonderful... something must be turning her on... maybe it's having these big cow-tits out for me to see." The Professor watched as Priscilla continued to molest his wife, feeling frozen in place and unable to do anything despite the pleading that filled Barbara's eyes. Part of his inability to move was certainly his shame that he was getting aroused, his eyes locked onto where Priscilla's hand was stroking Barbara's pussy underneath the skirt. When Priscilla leaned forward and actually kissed Barbara, pressing her body against the older woman, the Professor groaned aloud with lust. Breaking off the kiss, Priscilla looked over at him, and both of them women stared at his groin; Priscilla with amused lust, and Barbara with terrified betrayal. Priscilla dragged Barbara over to where the Professor was standing, putting the older woman on her knees in front of her husband, and yanking the Professor's pants down before ordering, "Clean off his dick." Barbara looked up at her, uncomprehending, and Priscilla shoved the older woman's face into the Professor's crotch. Professor Dandon reacted with shock and pleasure as his wife of 15 years, whom had never once given him any kind of oral pleasure, was suddenly licking at his crotch. He couldn't believe that she was doing it, couldn't believe that Priscilla had started this... everything felt very dream like and hazy. Except the pleasure of his wife lapping away at his crotch, Priscilla watching the older woman pleasure him with glowing eyes. "Good girl," Priscilla stroked the older woman's hair, her hands coming down to gently caress Barbara's breasts. After the rough treatment before, Barbara actually felt grateful that the touches were gentle. She actually started to suck on her husband's dick of her own accord, not wanting to get herself in any kind of trouble; and it was actually more pleasant than she would have thought. Professor Harry Dandon gasped as his wife began sucking him down her throat, she was finding that she actually liked the weighty feel of him in her mouth. And Priscilla was rewarding her with the most gentle caresses that made her pussy well up with moisture. Getting excited, she felt almost as though she was in a trance, like this wasn't really happening but was just a dream. "Good girl," crooned Priscilla, and she pulled Barbara away from the Professor's hard and ready dick, spreading her own legs and pushing Barbara's face down between them, "Now eat all your husbands cum out of my pussy." The Professor moaned as Barbara tried to pull away and Priscilla slapped her across the face, taking her long nipples in each hand and twisting them hard, pulling the woman back into her pussy, "NOW you stupid cow... look at this huge udders. Eat out my cream pie you stupid slut." Sobbing, her nipples tormented and cruelly pinched, Barbara complied, understanding that her husband was not going to interfere on her behalf. Her tongue flicked out and up along Priscilla's swollen pussy, tasting the womanly juices and the bitter cum, sliding up and down and Priscilla's grip on her nipples lessened slightly. "Good little Moo-Cow, yes you are," sighed Priscilla, still playing with Barbara's sensitive nipples, "Can you say 'moo' little cow?" Barbara paused, the grip on her poor nipples tightening a little as she hesitated. Then, softly, "Moo." "Louder," sang Priscilla, "And don't stop licking." "Moo." said Barbara louder and she started licking again and Priscilla laughed at her humiliation. Looking up at her Professor, who was fisting his dick as he watched his wife eat out his student, Priscilla said, "I'll bet your cow-slut wife is wet Professor, why don't you go ahead and fuck her." Barbara winced at the younger girl's crude terms, but she knew it was true. She was wet... but would her husband really?... Yes. Yes he would, she moaned into Priscilla's pussy as he started roughly pushing into her pussy, not at all the gentle lover that he usually was, but consumed with lust and forcing his way into her tightness. She moaned and squealed as she was roughly stretched, her voice vibrating into Priscilla's pleasure and making the younger woman pull her face more deeply into her pussy folds. It was hard rollicking sex as the Professor raped his wife, taking out his frustrations on her helpless body, every thrust forcing her face deep into Priscilla's pussy. The humiliated woman squealed and whimpered, her tongue never ceasing to pleasure the girl in front of her because as soon as it did her nipples paid the price. Priscilla heaped verbal abuse upon her, squeezing Barbara's large tits and pulling on her nipples like she was milking the woman. Everything Priscilla did just egged on the Professor even more, he rammed into his wife, his dick punishing her pussy as he stretched it over and over again. To her horror, Barbara began to cum. Her face buried in another woman's pussy, completely degraded and humiliated, her husband raping her... and she was cumming. The best, most intense orgasm of her life was washing over her; her screams of pleasure were muffled into Priscilla's pussy, which just set off Priscilla again, thrilled in her domination of the older woman. The Professor gasped and filled his wife's cunt with cum, shocked at himself but also finding much to enjoy in the situation. When Barbara lay on the floor, crying and shaking, not knowing how to deal with the betrayal of both her husband and her own body, Professor Dandon felt very sorry. His wife's pussy was pink and swollen, leaking his cum, her breasts were pink and her long nipples were almost purple from the abuse they had taken. Priscilla's pussy juices coated his wife's mouth. Priscilla could see the Professor's regrets, she began ushering him to the door, "Go take care your guests Professor Dandon, I'll take care of your wife." The Professor was in such a daze from the events of the past hour that he allowed himself to be ushered to the door, not even realizing that he was leaving his wife alone with the instigator of all those events. As soon as he was gone Priscilla turned and faced Barbara, who was looking at her with muted horror. "Ok little Moo-Cow," said Priscilla with an evil grin, "We're going upstairs to play now... We're going to have such a good time." On the way up the stairs Priscilla picked up her purse. It had an item in there that she'd hoped to use tonight, although she'd had no idea that it would be in such exciting and wonderful circumstances. She made Barbara take the back stairs so that they could go up unobserved, leading the older woman by the nipples the entire way. Sick and Wrong Ch. 06 author's note: Not your typical "Loving Wives" story, in fact the main reason I put it into this category is because there are two wives who end up sleeping with people who are not their husbands. I hope you enjoy! --------------------------------- Priscilla was excited as she got Barbara into the bedroom, she'd bought a new strap-on dildo just the other day and hadn't had a chance to use it yet. So she'd hidden it away in her purse for the evening, thinking that she might go out after the party, or even find someone at the party to use it on. Never, in her wildest dreams, had she ever considered that she might be able to fuck the Professor and his wife as well! Oh how she was looking forward to playing with her new little Moo-Cow now that they were all alone. The first thing that Priscilla did was make Barbara show her where she kept her panty-hose; using them, Priscilla tied Barbara face down on the bed with pillows under her hips to elevate her ass and leg her tits hang down below. Even with that elevation, Barbara's big boobs were touching the sheets, her nipples pressed into them. Priscilla laughed and mocked the older woman, making her moo again before she made a gag out of the woman's panties and shoving them in her mouth. "Such a sweet little Moo-Cow," snickered Priscilla as she reached under Barbara's body to cruelly pinch her nipples, making the woman shriek into her gag and writhe, "And she likes it so much! I can smell how wet you are." Barbara was wet, and she felt a flood of shame. How could she, a good conservative woman, be getting off on being abused by this younger woman? Her pussy was wetter than Harry had ever made it on his own, and her orgasm when he'd raped her had been the most intense of her life! What was wrong with her? a voice in her mind wailed as Priscilla started to spank the conflicted woman. There was no confliction there, that HURT! Barbara's ass jiggled and shook as she squirmed, trying to get away from the hand that was slapping her ass continuously. Despite the pain, it seemed to send pleasure signals to her pussy, which was getting wetter and wetter as her creamy cheeks were abused. Priscilla laughed, mocking the woman's attempts to get away despite the fact that she was tied down. When her arm was tired, Priscilla stopped the spanking, blowing cool air across the other woman's heated flesh. **************************************** Downstairs at the party, still in a daze, the Professor found himself talking to the wife of the Dean. She was a little drunk and being very flirtatious, he couldn't figure out what was going on with him tonight... was he wearing new cologne or something? Priscilla had thrown herself at him too... Priscilla! His wife! The daze cleared, and he realized that neither of the women had made it back downstairs yet, in fact all he could remember was that Priscilla had said she would take care of his wife. What had that meant? "Excuse me," he said to the buxom beauty that was clinging to his arm, unwrapping himself from his boss' wife and hurrying back to the study. It was completely empty, and he stood there in shock, trying to figure out where they might have gone. He turned quickly to head back to the bedroom, only to find the Dean's wife standing in the doorway, smiling seductively and drunkenly. "Why this is perfect Harry!" Before he could comprehend what she meant, the beautiful woman threw herself forward and started kissing him passionately, her foot kicking out behind her to shut the door. ************************************** Upstairs, Priscilla strapped on the thick dildo; it was 10 inches long and 2 inches around, a formidable weapon and strapped onto a very diabolical and perverted young woman. She walked around to the side of the bed, stroking the thick rubber and showing it off to Barbara; it hung and bobbed grotesquely between her slender thighs as she laughed, watching the other woman's eyes go wide with fear of the huge piece of equipment. Going back around behind Barbara, she climbed between the woman's spread legs, sliding the head of the monster up and down Barbara's sopping slit. The restrained woman struggled again, feeling the forbidding thickness at her entrance, sobbing as she tried to get away. It was too big! Her breath left her as Priscilla shoved the first few inches in, eyes bulging out at the way her pussy had to open up to receive the large girth. Already, with just a few inches inside of her, she felt as though her pussy was fuller than it ever had been in her life. A low groan as the thick rubber began to work back and forth, opening her up further as it pressed deeper into her body. Barbara thought that she was going to explode, she was starting to sweat from the strain of being opened this widely. But as Priscilla worked the huge monster in and out, finally pressing all the way against Barbara's swollen and spread pussy lips, Barbara found her body growing used to the invasion. In fact, when Priscilla started really fucking the bound woman, Barbara found herself moving her hips back, trying to respond as Priscilla thrust. For Priscilla, the domination was complete with Barbara really started getting into it, her pussy accepting the intruder, wanting to be abused and fucked with it. The two women were moving hard and firmly, Barbara feeling another intense and mind-blowing orgasm building in her groin, her insides quaking as she was fucked. *************************************** Although the poor Professor tried to resist, the drunken advances of Charlotte - the Dean's wife - were not easy to deny. She was very beautiful, and he couldn't hurt her, and the way she was clinging to him the only way he would be able to get her off of him WOULD be to hurt her. So it was that she managed to bear him down to the floor, despite being smaller and weighing less than him. The poor man didn't really stand a chance, and his dick was already hard as her body squirmed on top of his. Despite her drunkenness, Charlotte had very little trouble getting his dick out in the air, spreading her legs and sinking onto it. The drunken harlot squealed happily as the thick meat speared her, bouncing joyously on top of it as the Professor groaned in lust and defeat. As of their own accord, his hands went up and slid into the front of her dress, finding her small breasts and squeezing them tightly. They were such a delicious handful... he'd had such an array of breasts tonight; his wife's huge mammeries, Priscilla's pert medium-sized ones, and now Charlotte's very small and perky ones. All of them were such a delight he knew he'd never be able to choose which he liked the best. It was very wrong of him to be fucking his boss' wife... but she was so enthusiastic, so beautiful... and she was already riding his dick. With a groan, the Professor thrust his hips upwards and gave in. **************************************** Priscilla reveled in Barbara's submission, listening to the moans that were muffled by the panties in the woman's mouth. Her eyes half-closed, the younger woman reached around and squeezed Barbara's large teats, finding the nipples with nimble fingers and twisting. Pain yes, but also pleasure as her engorged pussy shuddered with ecstacy, her body reacted to the mix of sensations with lust. Bucking backwards, Barbara started to scream her passionate orgasm, her pussy tightening and rippling around the rubber cock that was invading her body. Priscilla could feel the woman's reaction and she grinned at her victory, the orgasm that washed over her tinged with triumph, making it all the more sweet. The two woman gasped and heaved together, their pussies burning in mutual pleasure. ********************************* Charlotte came quickly on the Professor's dick, her slight body grinding down on top of him, pussy lips splayed against his crotch. When she came her pussy tightened like a vise, feeling even more constricting than a virgin's. The Professor gasped and heaved, his orgasm a surprise, feeling almost as though it was too soon, but her tight pussy was too fantastic to be denied. He filled her with his cum as she humped in ecstacy, her hips moving rapidly over his groin. Finally she sagged on top of him, the ripples of pleasure subsiding. He sighed and turned his head. "Oh no..." He whispered, for in the doorway stood the imposing figure of the Dean. "Oh no is right," the Dean said, his dark eyes flashing as he stepped forward and lifted his drunk wife off of Harry's dick. Rolling away, the mortified Professor quickly did up his pants and stood. "Sir, please..." he didn't get any farther. "I think you can consider yourself fired," said the Dean in a tone that brooked no argument. Turning he stormed out of the room, half carrying his drunken wife who waved a sweet farewell to the stricken Professor. Standing there, suddenly unemployed, the Professor's mind rushed through the events of the night, turning to the young woman who had started off the whole chain. Priscilla. He gritted his teeth. That was it, he was going to find his wife and that... that GIRL and he was going to kick her out and apologize abjectly to his wife and try to put his life back together. ********************************* When the Professor came bursting in the room, Priscilla was still resting on top of Barbara, the monster strap-on still in his wife's pussy. Rage filled him. "GET OUT!" cried the overwrought man, "THAT'S IT! GET OUT!" He rushed forward to rescue his wife, barely noting the size of the strap-on as Priscilla pulled away in surprise. Untying his beloved, he cradled her in his arms, glaring at the young woman who's fake dick was bobbing between her legs, covered in his wife's orgasmic juices. "Get out." he said with menace, "And never come back." "No." Both the Professor and Priscilla stared in surprise at Barbara who blushed, but continued in a steady voice, "No. I want her to come back. Whenever she wants." Priscilla's lips curved in a triumphant smile as the Professor looked crushed. "But... but... If it wasn't for her you wouldn't have been up here and the Dean's wife wouldn't have been able to get me alone, and we wouldn't have been caught, and I'd STILL HAVE MY JOB!" Everything came out in a rush; it was too much for Barbara to follow to Priscilla grasped the situation immediately. She laughed, "You had sex with Charlotte? And got caught? And Don fired you?" Harry was shocked to hear Priscilla refer to the Dean and his wife by their first names. His expression communicated that shock to her easily. She laughed again and stepped forward, kissing him on the lips as if he wasn't holding his wife in his arms. "I'll take care of it," she told him, the look in her eyes giving him no doubt as to just how she might take care of it with the Dean. He was appalled, he'd always thought that Priscilla was a sweet, innocent girl, the kind of a girl a mother would be thrilled to meet if brought home by her son. Obviously Priscilla was nothing of the sort. The irrepressible young woman added, "Just make sure that you keep your lips sealed about everything that happened tonight." "He will," said Barbara, looking up at Priscilla with adoring eyes from the arms of her husband. After Priscilla left, she mused about how much fun that had been. Especially nice had been not having to hide herself from Barbara... and Barbara had given in more than Priscilla had ever expected. How many other girls that she'd raped might have made themselves the willing slaves of Priscilla? Might even now be wishing that Priscilla would come back to THEM again, although they didn't know who she was... Then her thoughts turned to Dean Don and his beautiful wife Charlotte. Priscilla's eyes danced; simplicity in itself... they were old friends.