1 comments/ 172830 views/ 24 favorites Anal Revenge By: SexyChele Traci opened the door to the bar and stepped into its dimness. As she scanned the room she knew immediately she was over dressed for the place, but what the hell. She knew she looked good and that was what she needed right now. That and a stiff drink. She made her way to the long bar and slid onto a stool at the far end. She gazed at the glistening bottles offering instant comfort, and gave the bartender a smile when he approached. She casually ran her fingers through the curls of her auburn hair, feeling the softness against her neck and the weight on her shoulders. As the bartender flashed her a smile, Traci smiled back, her blue eyes just short of their normal sparkle. "What can I get for you this evening," the bartender asked. "Um, let's see. Can I get a Jack Daniels over ice, please?" "Sure thing." His eyes gave away the idea that he felt the drink was a tad strong for a woman, but he quickly turned to get her drink. Traci tried to make herself comfortable on the barstool, and tried to avoid the looks of the men around her – if indeed they were looking at her. She adjusted the black dress she wore, pulling the hem down slightly in an effort to cover the lace tops of her stockings. She was surprised that she had put on more weight in the past year than she had thought. She had been afraid the dress wouldn't fit, but she managed to get into it. It hugged her body, and the neckline seemed to come down lower than before. Traci had always had a figure that was slender, but now she was what could be termed voluptuous. As she looked down at herself, she noticed the rise of her breasts against the fabric of the dress that had not been there before. Well, maybe the weight gain wasn't all bad. And besides, a few weeks at the gym and she was sure to have it gone. "Here you go, miss. You want to start a tab?" "Ah, no thanks. Here –" Traci reached into her bag and pulled out a 20 dollar bill and laid it on the bar. The bartender picked it up and went to get her change. Trace picked up the glass, cool in her hand, and glanced at her reflection in the mirror behind the bottles. She lifted her glass as if in a slight toast and murmured, "Fuck you, asshole. You get what you deserve!" Traci took a sip and felt the liquid warmth spread to her stomach. But her heart was racing once more, and she could feel her anger building again. She still could not believe that John, her boyfriend of two years, had been cheating on her for the last year. He had told her lie after lie, until she had found the evidence just that morning – a box of letters and gifts hidden in his closet from some girl named Cathy. When confronted, he admitted to the relationship and they had argued. Traci had given John an ultimatum, and he refused to be backed into a corner. She had stormed out and went back to her apartment, expecting him to call her. He never did. Her thoughts had been driving her crazy. She just knew he was out with Cathy, probably laughing at the fool they had made of Traci. She took a bigger sip and her eyes watered as the liquid heat struck the back of her throat. Fuck the son of a bitch. He could have his little tramp, if that was what he wanted. She would show him. Somehow, someway – but how? Traci tossed back another drink from her glass, then lazily toyed with the ice, swirling it with her finger. She could feel the tears welling up into her eyes, and she bit her lip to keep them from falling. Another swallow and Traci was surprised to find the glass nearly empty. Fuck it. She wanted to get drunk. She needed to get drunk. She simply did not want to feel the pain anymore. "Can I get you another one, Miss?" The bartender was back, smiling at her. However, now his face had taken on a bit of a fuzziness Traci hadn't noticed before. "Why yes, you certainly may!" She leaned over the bar, pressing her arms together and lifting her breasts for a better view. "Sure thing, Miss." And away he went. Traci stared after him, the smile disappearing from her face. Men. Fuck them all! "I'd like to buy you that next drink, if you don't mind." Traci spun her head in the direction of the voice. She was suddenly gazing up into startling green eyes with incredible lashes that peered out from a face that had a rugged handsomeness to it. His hair was brown, cut short at the sides and a little long on top. He was tall – had to be over 6 feet. A little heavy as well, but it appeared to be more muscle than fat. He raised his eyebrow at her, asking her silently for her answer. "Ah, sure. I guess. Thanks." He flashed a smile and took the barstool next to her. He flashed out a credit card when the bartender returned with Traci's drink and ordered one for himself. "I'm Todd, and you are?" "Oh, I'm Traci – sorry." "That's okay, Traci. Why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself?" As Traci relayed such information as her job, where she lived, and her scum of an ex-boyfriend, he continued to stare at her. He had noticed her when she walked into the bar, and she piqued his interest. She was nervous, that was obvious. And she was a bit self-conscious of herself. He concluded she hadn't been out for a while, and from the story she was relaying now, his instincts had been correct. Still, she was cute with her curls framing her face and the biggest blue eyes he had ever seen. He had never cared for overly thin women, and Traci seemed to have the fullness that he liked in a woman. He allowed his mind to wonder about what was under the black dress that she wore, and felt a stirring between his thighs. Best not to go there for now. "I'm sorry to hear about your ex-boyfriend, Traci. Some men are just dogs. I should know, I'm a man." "Yes, but are you a dog?" "No, I'm not. I'm a pig – just like a lot of other men." Traci stared at him, wondering at his comment. He smiled at her and she instinctively smiled back. "Traci, all men are pigs – haven't you ever heard that before?" "Well, yes, I have. But I prefer to believe the good in all people." "Like your boyfriend? Nah, forget it. You're right, and I admire people that see the good in others and not the bad. Here, let's make a toast." They both raised their glasses, and then Todd continued. "May the scumbag get exactly what he has coming to him for hurting you." "Hear, hear!" Traci exclaimed as she clinked her glass against his and took a sip. Traci quickly finished off her second drink and then followed it with a third. The conversation between her and Todd flowed easily and freely. His jokes were a bit tired, but they made her laugh, and it wasn't long before his hand was caressing her shoulder and rubbing her arm. It had been so long since a man had tried to win her over, had tried to seduce her, and she found she couldn't get enough. She even found herself overcoming her natural shyness and reaching out to touch his arm or push him away playfully. Before long, Todd had pulled Traci from her barstool, and had her standing between his spread thighs. She could feel his hands running the length of her back, and she shivered. He continued to press her closer and closer until she was standing with her body pressed against his. She felt his hand on her neck, drawing her face towards his, then felt his lips on her ear. "Traci, you are a beautiful woman, so beautiful. I can think of at least a hundred things I would love to be doing to this body of yours. So lovely, so perfect." She sighed as his lips traced their way from her ear lobe to her neck. It had been months, or was it a year already, since John had whispered anything remotely to what this stranger was telling her. It felt so good to be wanted and desired, to be told she was beautiful. She reached up and stroked Todd's arm, felt the muscle beneath his shirt. She found she couldn't answer; she could only sigh and move her body closer to his. His lips made their way up her throat to her chin and then to her lips. When they connected, Traci felt her world begin to spin and turn. She clung to his arms and returned his kiss eagerly, accepting his tongue as he slid it between her lips. She felt his hand slid down her back to cup her ass and somehow she didn't care if the entire bar was watching them. She felt alive – almost for the first time in months, and she didn't want to give up this feeling. Todd eventually pulled away from the kiss, leaving her breathless. He stroked her hair and kissed the tip of nose until she opened her eyes. He didn't smile now; instead, he was searching her face almost as if he expected some sort of answer there. She looked at him with a question in her eyes. "Traci, please don't be insulted, but I want you. Now. I want to feel your body squirming under mine. I want to bring you pleasure and delight. I want to make you scream out in ecstasy as you never have before. What do you think?" He kissed her again. "Is there someplace we can go?" Traci tried to regain her composure, tried to make the world stop spinning. She focused on his questions, and she knew she could not simply leave this bar without him. "Yes," she whispered into his ear. "Actually, my apartment is just a couple of blocks from here." "Good, do you think you can drive?" "Yeah, I think so." "Then I'll follow you, okay?" "Yes, oh yes." Traci finished off her drink and grabbed her purse. They walked out together into the damp night air and he held her close to him. He walked her to her car and helped her get inside. Her heart was racing so fast, she wasn't sure if she could catch her breath. "You sure you can drive?" "Yes, just follow me." "Don't worry – I'll be following!" As Traci pulled from the parking lot, she saw Todd's truck behind her. He followed her to her apartment and then walked with her up to the door. As she fumbled slightly with the key, she felt his hands on her body. She giggled and squirmed, but this only seemed to encourage him. She finally managed to get the door opened and Todd propelled them both through the door, slamming it shut with his foot. Suddenly, both their hands were everywhere at once, exploring, teasing, exciting. Traci worked the buttons on his shirt as she giggled under his lips. She slid the shirt from his shoulders, exposing his chest and she ran her fingers over the skin, smiling as she saw him shiver. She kissed him again as she quickly undid his pants, and pushed them over his hips and to the floor. Todd quickly dispensed with his shoes and kicked his pants aside. His hands were in her hair and on her body. He pressed her breasts tightly, squeezing them until she groaned under his touch. His other hand slid up her thigh, feeling the nylon along the leg before feeling the lace that topped her stockings. He could no longer wait. He had to see what was under this dress she was wearing. Reaching behind her, he quickly undid the zipper and roughly pulled the dress down over her body. He stood back a moment to admire the present he had just partially unwrapped. Traci's full breasts were encased and pressed against a soft, black, lace bra. Her breasts slightly overfilled the lace, and Todd bent down to kiss the tender skin, and trailed his lips along the edge of the lace. Traci ran her fingers in his hair, pulling him towards her. His hands slid down her body, towards the slight indent of her waist, and over the tummy that he could tell she was trying to hide. He smiled to himself, and kept his hand on her stomach, tickling her slightly. "Traci, you are a beautiful woman. Please, don't hide that beauty from me, okay? I think you are lovely." Traci relaxed a bit, and Todd felt her stomach soften deliciously. He stepped back, his eyes taking in her body, the full hips and the black lace thong panties barely concealing her pussy from his view. The black stockings rose up her legs and wrapped her thighs in lace. The high heeled black pumps added four inches to her height and made her legs look even more wonderful. Todd simply stared at her for a few moments, letting his hands caress her, even as her hands caressed him. His eyes met hers and a devilish look appeared in Traci's. She sank down onto a couch and spread her thighs open. She pulled Todd between her legs, and he could see where her pussy lips surrounded the thong she was wearing. But his attention was soon drawn to her hands. Hands stroking his hardening cock, teasing him lightly, and then pumping him hard. He felt her fingers on his balls, tickling the skin and pulling them slightly. He gasped when he felt her tongue slide along the length of his cock and he rested his hands on her shoulders. Her tongue swirled around the shaft of his cock, teasing the veins that were beginning to throb. When she reached the top, Traci placed her lips over the tip of his cock and began to eagerly suck out the pre-cum oozing from his cock. Todd dug his fingers into her shoulders, urging her to continue. She smiled before she slid his cock between her lips, toying with the head of his cock. Her hand continued to stroke him, even as her lips were sucking him. She began to move lower along his shaft, her cheeks hollow from her efforts. He could feel his body begin to respond, but he held back. No, not yet. He wanted much more. Reluctantly, he pulled Traci from his cock, and smile at her. "That was great, but if you keep that up, you will have me cum too soon!" Traci giggled, and playfully tried to reach for his cock again. Todd easily stepped from her grasp, and pushed her down on the couch. He spread her thighs and lifted them over her body. She caught on, and wrapped her hand around her knees, holding her legs open to receive him. Todd bent and ran his face along the nylon, feeling the softness against his skin. He kissed the lace of the stockings, before running his tongue along the skin above the stockings. Traci sighed and then moaned her pleasure. Todd leaned over and repeated the same with her other leg, and he felt Traci begin to squirm on the couch. Gently, barely touching her skin, Todd ran his fingers over her outer lips and along the thong that covered his much desired prize. Traci began to groan, pushing her hips towards him. Pulling himself up, Todd bent over Traci's body and grabbed the tops of the lace cups of her bra and pulled them down. Her breasts bounced out of their confinement, and he quickly grabbed them, squeezing the soft flesh. Her nipples were large and erect and waiting. He eagerly ran his tongue over first one and then the other, enjoying the sensation of Traci arching her back towards him. He closed his lips around her left nipple and began to suckle, while his other hand worked and pulled and twisted her other nipple. Her hands were everywhere – along his face, over his shoulders, down his back, in his hair. She murmured her encouragement and pressed her body to him. He continued to suck on her breasts, delighting in the feel of the nipple on his tongue. When he finally released it, he watched as the wet nipple popped from his mouth and stood at attention. Working his way down, Todd kissed Traci in places she had never been kissed before. When he reached the black lace panties, he lifted his head and breathed a stream of air across the flimsy material. Her gasp of pleasure excited him and he knew he not contain himself any longer. He gently pulled aside the thong panty revealing a pussy that had smooth lips and a neat, trimmed bush just above her clit. He simply looked for a long time, before he finally moved closer. He ran his tongue along the lips, tasting the sweetness of her pussy, drinking in her wetness. His tongue darted among the folds of her pussy as his fingers spread her lips wide for him. She was squirming and moving, her hips rotating against him. He found her clit and at first started to lap at it before he wrapped his lips around it and sucked on it. The sensation was shooting waves of pleasure through Traci's brain. She strained against the tongue that was giving her so much pleasure, even as her hips could not stay still. When Todd inserted first one and then two fingers into her sweet cunt, she cried out in pleasure. Todd firmly sucked her clit into his mouth and stubbornly held on, sucking and licking this most sensitive spot. "Yes, oh yes. Oh please, don't stop. Don't stop now! Oh, I am so close, so fucking close!" Todd felt her hips moving in rapid fire against is face, and felt his fingers coated with her juices. He had no intention of stopping. No, none whatsoever! Traci felt her body go slightly rigid, and then the waves of complete and utter pleasure rushed over her. She was jerking, convulsing, crying out, and squeezing Todd's head between her thighs. She could only feel – thought had no meaning for her. As her body gave itself over to the pleasure coursing through her body, her mind was lost. She seemed to reach a plateau before she started to sink back to earth and to the couch beneath her. As she did so, Todd's continued attack on her clit became overly sensitive, and she had to struggle to pull his face from her pussy. "Todd, please! I'm too sensitive right now!" As Todd continued to lick at her clit, she scrambled away from him. "Todd! Please!" Traci was laughing. "Todd, damnit, I want you to fuck me – now!" His face popped up between her thighs and he smiled at her. "You want me to fuck this sweet little pussy? Is that what you want?" "Yes, oh God yes! Please, fuck me. Fuck me now!" Todd held Traci's legs wide open, her pussy red and swollen and so ripe to be fucked. Traci reached around and pulled her thong to one side, exposing herself to him. Todd grabbed his cock, thick and long in his hand, and pushed it against Traci's cunt. She moaned softly and moved her hips towards him. He pushed the head in and then moved it slowly back and forth. He smiled at the grimace on Traci's face as she tried to get him to enter her more deeply. "Please Todd, please. I want to feel your cock inside me, fucking me, filling me, stretching me. Fuck me, please!" "How bad do you want it, baby? You want it hard? You want me fucking you hard? Is that what you want?" "Yes, oh yes! Fuck me hard. Hard and fast! I need it. I want it. I've got to have it!" Todd took just a moment before plunging into her fully. Her sopping pussy held no resistance to him. He was immediately buried up to his balls in Traci's cunt. He stayed there for a moment and enjoyed the sensation of the warmth of her velvet softness embracing him. Traci cried out in pleasure at the sudden fullness of him. She felt stretched and full, and she began to rotate her hips around his cock. She began to convulse her pussy muscles around his cock, trying to milk him within her. Todd smiled at her attempt, and then slowly moved out of her until just the head was inside of her pussy. He then plunged in again, her cries causing his heart to race even more quickly. He tried to keep this up, but his own body was aching with need. He began to pump the sweet pussy that was gaping before him. As he watched his cock move in and out of Traci's cunt, Todd could feel his balls tighten and draw up against him. He began to fuck her faster and harder, skin slapping against skin, their cries of pleasure filling the room. Traci loved the way Todd filled her. He was fucking her hard and fast and his actions were taking her breath away. A sudden thought filled her mind, and she wasn't even certain where it came from. John had always wanted to try anal sex, but Traci would never let him – she was too afraid of the pain. She now looked up at Todd's face and smiled. Yes, she knew what she wanted to do. And for some reason, she was no longer afraid. "Todd? Oh, Todd?" "Yeah, uh, yeah, Traci? What?" "Todd, I want you to fuck my ass. Take me in my tightest hole!" Todd couldn't believe what he was hearing. He slowed his movements, and searched her face. Anal Revenge Walter picked up the box left on his doorstep, slightly confused and very wary. It was from his ex-girlfriend Veronica who had caught him cheating on her at a party last week, blatantly having anal sex with another girl. Anal was something Veronica had always refused to do for him, saying that it was dirty and gross, and she'd thrown a fit when she'd caught him with Tara. They were most definitely not dating anymore and so he had no idea why she'd be leaving something for him... Going inside he opened it cautiously to find an unmarked video tape. Curiosity ruled the decision of course and he immediately put it into the VCR and pressed play... Veronica's face immediately filled the screen and she smiled sweetly. "Hi Walter honey..." the smile looked slightly stilted and fake, "I made this tape, especially for you..." the camera zoomed out as she stepped back. She was completely and gloriously naked, he could feel himself getting hard at the sight of the firm swell of her breasts and the curve of her slim waist to her spectacular ass. Suddenly he froze as the camera picked up a guy there, a guy he recognized. Doug. The bane of his existence... the guy who his high school sweetheart Cassie had cheated on him with. The guy she had left him for. The guy who was now standing with Veronica and caressing his body; smiling she put her hand on his chest and Walter snarled at the TV. "I'm sure you remember Doug," she smiled as her hand slid down his chest and to his groin where she gripped his hard dick, "And Cassie, she's the one taping." "Hi Walter," that voice... sweet, husky and low, definitely Cassie's. Casually, Veronica began pumping Doug's dick as she spoke, "Cassie's such a darling, Walter. Why when she found out what you'd done to me, over a little bit of anal sex, and how upset I was, she had the perfect solution... you see, Doug here has never had an anal virgin," she smiled up at him and he smiled back down at her, his hand sliding down to the firm flesh of her ass and squeezing, "And I've never had a dick up my ass." Turning back to the camera her smile was blinding now, "I thought that you, of all people, should definitely get a chance to watch." Sweating, disgusted and enraged, he pressed the stop button. ************************** A few hours later, after pacing and talking angrily to himself, he couldn't help but come back to the tape. No matter how much he was sure he didn't want to watch it, he couldn't help himself. Veronica was on all fours, the camera made sure to pan her entire body from her excited face and hard nipples all the way down to her dripping pussy and crinkled asshole. Smirking at the camera, Doug pressed the bottle of lube to Veronica's asshole and inserted it, squeezing the liquid directly into her body and pulling it out so that some of it got on the outside too. "Oh it's cold!" Veronica exclaimed, and Walter nearly groaned as her ass jiggled and the little hole actually opened and closed. Much to his disgust at himself, he could feel his groin tightening. Pressing his finger to her hole, Doug began to push in, telling her, "Oh baby... you have the tightest ass I've ever felt..." "Oh god..." panted Veronica, her ass cheeks jiggling as her hole tightened and released around the invading finger, "It feels so big..." Walter was now rock hard as Doug's entire finger buried itself into her ass and he began to pump it in and out of that sweet hole. Pressing a second finger to her back door Doug started opening her up even more, and she moaned as her ass stretched - even pushing back against his fingers. Although Walter was enraged at her blatant sluttiness while getting fingered in the ass - not to mention incredibly jealous - his dick felt like it was going to explode. Reaching down he began to stroke it, just to get some of the edge off while he watched. "Does that feel good baby?" Doug was sneering lustfully at her swaying backside as he pumped her ass with his fingers, ramming them in harder and harder. "Oh god yes," she panted, "I can feel your fingers splitting open my ass... Oh god, Walter he's stretching out my poor little asshole... ooooo it feels so good!!!" Even though he shook with rage at the fact that she was addressing him while getting fingered in the ass by Doug of all people, his dick was completely ignoring that emotion. It was rock hard and throbbing in his hand, wishing that it was there to split her ass open even further. "Ohhh..." she moaned as he pulled his fingers from her ass, "Yes, come on baby, fuck my ass! Fuck my poor little virgin ass!!!" The camera zoomed in for a very close in shot as Doug put the head of his dick next to her small crinkled hole, making it very clear just how much cock her ass was going to be swallowing. Her asscheeks shuddered as his dick began to open up that tiny hole, Walter groaned and squeezed his dick as he watched her ass stretch. Veronica was moaning erotically as the mushroom head popped into her body and she let out a little gasp, her back arching. The camera pulled out a little so that he could watch as her body shook while that thick dick began to plunder her backside, working its way slowly in and out of her body, pressing a little further each time. "Oh baby... it hurts so good," she moaned, reaching under herself to rub at her clit, fingers playing energetically, "I feel so full... oh god... put it in, put it all in!" She shrieked as Doug obeyed and plunged the last few inches of his dick fully into her backside, without waiting for her to recover he began thrusting hard and fast, taking no mercy on her virgin ass. "God damn you're tight," he grunted as he ravaged her deflowered ass. The camera caught a tear sliding down her cheek even as her face was twisted in passion, her ass humping back against his invading dick. Every thrust was like a blow to her body and she had to lower herself to her forearm, her ass pushed high in the air to take the abuse as she continued to play with her pussy with one hand. Walter realized that he was fisting his dick in rhthym with Doug's thrusts, but he couldn't stop himself; even though he was angry and betrayed, the scene in front of him was so hot that the lust was taking over all other emotions. His hand moved faster and faster as Doug plundered his ex's ass, her sweet delicious ass that he'd always lusted after and had never gotten. Now she was moaning louder, he recognized the higher sound that indicated she was nearing orgasm and his cock twitched in his hand. Veronica was going to cum while Doug deflowered her ass. Shaking and moaning she threw her head back, screaming loudly as she came. Doug took full advantage and grabbed her hair, keeping her head back and using it to pull her body roughly back against his hard, plundering thrusts. Her tits were flopping all over the place as he buried himself for the final time, his dick lodged deep in her ass... Walter could just imagine what it would feel like to be cumming in that rippling, orgasmic hole, its tightness convulsing around his dick and gripping him oh so tightly... wetness spurted over his hand as he came, white froth that spattered his thighs and belly. Panting he watched as she quivered with the effort of continuing to hold herself up as Doug pulled out of her ass and the camera zoomed in on her hole which was starting to leak cum. Then the picture shut off, and he was left alone on his couch, his own jizz becoming sticky on his legs. Anal Revenge in Triplicate - FTDS Anal Revenge in Triplicate by FinishTheDamnStory © ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Revenge is a two way street - my ending to Goldeniangel's story Anal Revenge. http://www.literotica.com/s/anal-revenge-1 Goldeniangel's own ending of the story wasn't bad. A little humiliation is not that big a deal, he cheated, they split up, she showed him what he was missing. Case closed. No big deal, right? Except for a couple of things. First, getting his arch-enemy involved? And second, the stupid way it was done. Sending him a video, that had everyone clearly spelled out, and graphically showed what they were doing. If there were still harsh feelings toward the guy that made his FIRST girlfriend a cheater, perhaps Walter wouldn't be able to just let it go. Not when they made it so damn easy... Warning: This story is WAY over the top, with non-consent elements, cruelty, and brief male on male interaction. Don't say I didn't warn you. That's right, another big REVENGE story, and yes there's some reconciliation, in a twisted manner. Rather than call it reconciliation, consider it payback, for an arch-enemy. For those readers who think I'm warped and twisted, this one will give you a little more ammo. Goldeniangel is a brilliant author, with a vast library of top-notch stories. I appreciate her granting me permission to work with this one. I like finishing stories. I guess I'm a little weird. Sometimes they are stories that have been abandoned. In cases like this, it's a story where the author has written a story with an unsatisfying ending. When offered the opportunity, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps. Some of you won't like my endings. That's fair enough. I'm happy to hear your reasons. This is only one author's idea of a fitting resolution. You're welcome to try your hand at writing your own. I hope you enjoy this one. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Walter was pissed off. The bitch had denied him, and got mad when he got it elsewhere. She dumped him. That should have been the end of it. But noooo...she had to go and try for some kind of stupid revenge. If she hadn't been such an uptight prude, they'd be together now, and it would be his cock that she'd be coming on, her asshole spread deliciously around his thick shaft. Instead, she went to the guy she knew he hated most, and gave it to him. Doug. That scum, low life bastard. Stole his first girlfriend, and was now taking what should by all rights be his. Fine, she wanted revenge? Two could play that game. Walter would take care of the bitch first, and then it was about time he got some revenge of his own on that asshole Doug. But one thing at a time. He took the video, and ripped it to an AVI on this computer. He cut off the introduction and made one of his own, a compilation of clips from when they'd been together, all quite innocent. Only 30 seconds worth, or so. He ended with a close up of her face. "Hi, I'm Veronica," it started, and faded to the good stuff. He started the 'interesting part' at the point where she was begging to have her ass fucked, well after the last time she referred to Walter by name. He completed the video with her name, email, phone number, address, work address, and work phone number. If she hadn't done it with that bastard Doug, he might have been content to post it online and send it to everyone she knew. But that wasn't enough. Not for this kind of betrayal. No way. With the main movie created, he made a new one. Just a teaser. Barely a minute long, of Veronica moaning while her ass was plundered. Cassie had been kind enough to get a close-up of that action, no faces. Veronica's voice was clear in the background, groaning, her voice pitched higher as she came close to coming. He overlaid the audio from earlier in the tape, when she moaned "Fuck my poor little virgin ass!" He watched it a few times, tweaking it, until he thought it was hot enough. He created an appropriate title: Veronica's First Anal, and added closing credits, telling the audience to stay tuned, for the full video. It didn't take him long to compile a list, with a little help from Google: The websites xvideos.com, youporn.com, xnxx.com, youjizz.com, pornhub.com, spankwire.com, tube8.com, extremetube.com, xhamster.com, redtube.com, empflix.com, tnaflix.com, bustnow.com, pornoxo.com, moviefap.com, and nailedhard.com seemed to take almost everything. Sites like gfrevenge.com, break.com, and several tumblr blogs were even more specific, targeting ex-girlfriends and wives. This was going to be epic. Walter was a Linux geek, and it didn't take him long to forge his IP and MAC Address. He logged into his anonymizer, making it extremely difficult to trace his actions back to his computer. It took him several hours to log into the various sites, creating his accounts, getting verified, creating false email trails, and finally uploading the sample to every site he could. And there were a LOT. He slept well that night. ~ * ~ * ~ Walter checked the websites. On fourteen of them, his teaser was up, and receiving a respectable number of hits. Four and five stars, 80% plus ratings. Comments begging for more. Veronica was pretty hot, after all, and her ass was spectacular. He ate, cleaned up and made some preparations. Then he brought up his anonymous mailer, sending his ex the links to her video debut. She must not have been checking her email. He had a nervous couple of hours before he received the expected phone call around 4:00 pm. "Hello?" "What the fuck do you think you're doing!" His ex-girlfriend's voice shrilled over the phone. "Is that you, Veronica?" "You know damn well who it is! Answer the fucking question!" "Whatever could you mean, Veronica dear?" "Don't fucking play with me! Take them down. All of them, now!" "I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. If you have something you wish to discuss, we can do it in person." "Fuck you, asshole. Did you like my little present for you?" "Interesting. I just received an email telling me to check out the 22 minute full-length video of you on xvideos.com. What do you think that could be about, Veronica?" "I swear, I'll kill you, you bastard." "Hmmm. It's supposed to go live promptly at 6:00 tonight." "What do you want?" she screamed. "Nothing. However, if you did want to come over and speak to me, I'd recommend you do it before six." ~ * ~ * ~ By 5:45, Walter was thrusting his cock where Veronica had sworn it would never go. Seeing the final video, the list of sites, and the email list was enough to convince her. She cursed him and insulted him the first five minutes or so, until he had his rhythm going. "Bastard," she groaned, as he held her hips and pounded her sweet, perfect ass. She moaned, and when he leaned over and pushed her neck downward, she folded, ass lifted high, face and chest on the bed. "Fuck, I knew you'd have a great ass," he growled, holding her hips in his hands and hammering her. "Asshole," she gasped. "Yes, a beautiful one. Thank you so much, Veronica." She only grunted, while he pummeled her backside. He was grinning as she came for him. The bitch loved it. If only she hadn't been such a prude in the first place. They cleaned up, and she sucked him hard. He started in her pussy the second time, but moved to her ass before long. Her anger was fading, as he fucked her silly. "Harder," she gasped, pushing back against him, when he slowed, teasing her. The third go round, it took her longer to get him up. He put her on her back, and fucked her slowly, like they used to. Kissed her treacherous lips. He pulled out, tilted her legs back, and slipped into her amazing ass. "I hate you," she moaned, before pulling his face down and sucking his tongue into her mouth. They lay side by side in the bed, both sated and exhausted. "You got what you wanted," she said. "Yes, and it was every bit as wonderful as I expected. You bought yourself three days." She sat up, glaring at him. "What? Three days? You said if I let you have my ass, you wouldn't post it!" "I said I wouldn't post it at 6:00. I had you three times, earning you three days." "Fuck you, Walter! That wasn't the deal." He chuckled. "It most certainly was. Every time I have your ass, it postpones it one more day." "Damn it! You expect to have my ass forever, for one stupid video?" she snapped. "Or..." "Or what?" "Cassie." "Cassie? Cassie? How the fuck am I supposed to work that?" Walter shrugged. "Bring her to me, give me her ass, and the video is yours, free and clear. No more threats." Veronica stared at him. "How? Seriously Walter, how is that supposed to work?" "I don't care. You brought her into this mess. You couldn't be happy to just let things go. You couldn't even be reasonable. Doug, Veronica? That was too much." "You hurt me, you bastard. Fucking that tramp." "Whatever. That's the deal. Take it or leave it." "God, you're such a fucking pig." ~ * ~ * ~ Three days later, he was plowing her ass again. "Two days?" he asked. "I...think...so," she moaned. "God you have the best ass, Veronica. Why weren't we doing this all along?" She groaned, thrusting back against him. "I...didn't...know." It took a few hours. They took a break for a snack, cleaned up and went to bed. In the morning she bought herself a third day. Just in case. ~ * ~ * ~ Walter didn't know how she managed it, but Cassie was with her on Saturday, two days later. Unfortunately Doug was also with them, and he didn't look happy. The bastard marched into the room, getting in Walter's face. "No way, asswipe. It ends here and now. Give her the video." Walter wiped his face of the stray spittle. "It goes live in an hour. Automatically, unless I stop it. Now shut the fuck up and sit down." "Cancel it," Doug growled, "or I'm gonna kick your ass." Walter looked over at the girls. When Doug did the same, Walter brought his knee up as hard as he could between the asshole's legs. His nemesis dropped to the floor, groaning, holding his crotch. Walter stepped forward and kicked him between the legs as hard as he could. The hands didn't provide much protection. The girls looked on in shock, as Doug groaned and threw up. Walter barked at Veronica. "You two clean this mess up. Bad idea, bringing the asshole along, threatening me in my own home." Veronica whined, "We couldn't stop him. He heard us talking about it." "Well the price just went up." The girls ran into the kitchen, which Veronica knew so well. When they got back with the cleaning supplies, Walter had rolled Doug out of the way, and tied his wrists and ankles, using both their belts. Walter grabbed the curtain ties off the rear drapes, and re-secured the bastard, pulling the knots tight. "Don't hurt him," Cassie pleaded. "You shouldn't have brought him. You know how I feel about the fuckwad, you cheating slut." Cassie looked nervous. "Please, Walter. That was long ago. I made a mistake, Okay? I'm gonna do what you want. Just don't hurt him." "Every time you plead for him, you know you're making it worse, don't you? You chose him instead of me, cheating with him. You think I want to hear you choose him again? You invited him to fuck Veronica's ass, knowing what it would do to me!" "I'm sorry, Walter. I am. It was stupid. I'm gonna make it up to you tonight. Whatever you want, Okay? We can end it here." "Get in the bedroom. Both of you. I'm not gonna hurt him anymore, but I don't want him interrupting us." He pulled Doug's moaning form upright. "Now. I expect you both to be naked when I get in there." The girls walked off slowly, and Walter started dragging Doug to the bedroom. He left the fucker outside the door, and brought back a high-backed chair. He set it beside the bed, and with a good bit of effort, while the girls watched nervously from the bed, he leveraged Doug into it, and tied him in place. Doug was furious, cursing his captor. It got him a solid punch in the gut, and a threat of another blow to the groin. Veronica spoke up. "You said you weren't going to hurt him." "If he struggles or fights back, I'll more than hurt him." Walter grabbed a sock from the dirty laundry and one of his ties. Before long, Doug was thoroughly gagged and helpless. Walter laid back on the bed. "So, Cassie. It's been a while, huh?" She nodded, sitting naked, one hand covering her crotch, her arm covering her tits. "Come on, there's no need to be bashful. It's not like I haven't seen it before. Move your arm," he said, a little more forcefully. She uncovered her breasts, and Walter couldn't help notice her nipples were hard. "When's the last time you gave me a blowjob, Cassie?" "Senior year. After Homecoming." "That's right. The same night I found you in the room with asshole. You lousy cheating cunt." She pouted. "I was drunk, Walter. I swear, I tried to tell you, I thought it was you." "Bullshit. You knew exactly what you were doing. You were going steady with the bastard within the week. You knew how I felt about him." "Please, Walter, you have to-" "I don't 'have to' anything. Suck my cock, Cassie. Suck it now." She sighed, and started doing as he asked. After a couple of minutes he was as hard as he was gonna get. She pulled her lips away. "I'm sorry. Can we forget about the past for a while? Let me make it up to you." "Suck." She sucked, for the audience of two. Her live-in boyfriend, and Walter's ex-girlfriend got a hell of a show. She felt him pull her up by the hair. She was surprised to see he was smiling. "The sucking was good. Now fuck." She mounted his cock, enjoying the thickness, remembering how it had been. He'd been her first. She had loved him, loved him so damn much. Then that stupid party, too much flirting, way too much to drink. It was the biggest mistake of her life. She lost him, and he never even let her explain, never game them a chance. Maybe this was her chance. She rode him, and put everything she had into it. She tried hard to make him understand. She took her time. Walter had always had stamina. He got hard and stayed hard. She worked it, trying to get him to come for her, to let the others see. It was great. Walter had to know. Faster and harder, she rode him desperately until she felt herself slipping over the edge of pleasure, into release. She screamed his name, shuddering, letting the pangs rush through her. She laid on him gasping, feeling his strong hands caress her. "Other hole," Walter said softly. She blushed, and at the same time, felt so damn excited. The simple way he was using her, telling her what to do, making the other two watch. Luckily, she knew this was coming and had prepared herself thoroughly. She shifted forward, and moved his cockhead to her rear pucker. It took a couple of tries before he slipped past the tight entrance. She grunted, and he slapped her butt cheeks. "Good," he groaned. "So damn good." Cassie was pleased. She knew that groan. He was trying to act in control, but he was loving it. She moved slowly, taking him deeper, squeezing down on him. "Is that what you wanted? My poor little butt-hole? Stretch it all out, make me suffer? Do you want to hurt me, Walter? Are you going to punish my aching hole?" She wasn't aching. Not at all. She was definitely enjoying it. Walter held her hips, driving into her, going faster, deeper. "You hurt me, Cassie. And you couldn't stop, could you? You just had to get involved." "We hurt each other. I'm sorry. Fuck my ass, Walter. Fuck it hard, make me pay. God, I love your fat cock, baby!" Walter looked over and smirked at Doug. How does it feel, dickbreath? he thought. Doug didn't look like he was enjoying the show. Not at all. Cassie wanted it hard. So Walter was gentle with her, caressing her, loving her, moving her through different positions, kissing her back, working her up slowly to a frenzy. Then he gave her what she'd asked for, hard and rough. By the time he came for her, he'd wrenched another huge orgasm from her willing body. They cleaned up, shared some wine, and then he let Cassie suck him hard for Veronica, who'd been so very patient, quiet, waiting. Walter had a blast, positioning the girls how he wanted them, using them both, first their mouths and pussies, and finally alternating between their tight asses. He was in heaven. Walter was surprised when the girls started kissing, playing with each other's tits, sucking on them. It never went any further than that, but it was enough. Having Cassie on the bottom, with Veronica on top of her, the girls kissing passionately while he switched from one tight ass to the other was nothing less than fantastic. He had them coming easily, panting, crying out, soothing each other, while he used them hard. He entered Veronica again, knowing it was possibly his last time. Cassie held his ex in her arms, kissing her softly, while he pounded her perfect butt into submission. One last beautiful trembling orgasm set him off, pumping his cum into her. The girls lay together, holding each other, blushing. "Is that it, Walter?" Cassie asked. "One more. One more and we're done," He gasped. "Let's shower first." They allowed him to lead them into the shower, where they cleaned each other. Veronica was wheedling her preference. "Isn't it enough, Walter? It was my fault. You don't have to do her anymore." Cassie was cleaning his cock. "No, it's Okay. I agreed. Whatever you need tonight, Walter. I promised. I don't go back on my promises." Walter pinched her nipple. "Really? I guess that's something new." She blushed. "It was a mistake, and I'm sorry. I was young and stupid, alright?" "No, it's not alright. You cheated on me. You left me for him." "No, baby. I didn't leave you. I cheated, yes. I was a kid, and an idiot. I...I got drunk and let him seduce me. I was so wasted, I didn't even know it was him until you walked in the room. You threw me away afterward. I'm not blaming you, but I would have stayed with you. Made it up to you. You wouldn't have anything to do with me, remember? All because of a childish mistake. I was stilled pissed at you for that, for not fighting for me, for just throwing me away, over one ignorant mistake. That's why I did it, and I was wrong. I hope you'll forgive me." Walter knew she was right. He'd been furious, incensed. He'd shut her out of his life after she'd cheated with Doug. He knew it was Doug's fault, he'd pursued her doggedly, waiting for any chance to slip in. "You're right." He lifted her chin and kissed her softly. "I'm a screw up. I was young too, I couldn't handle it. I...I should have tried to work things out, not abandon you." He looked over at Veronica. "You too, beautiful. I was wrong, very wrong, and I'm sorry I hurt you." Veronica leaned into him, kissing his shoulder. "Me too. I was afraid to experiment, and I was cruel to make that tape and send it to you. Forgive me?" He kissed her deeply passionately, then found himself doing the same with Cassie. "Me too?" she asked softly. "Forgive me?" "Forgiven," he assured her, alternating soul kisses, while their soft hands brought his cock back to life. He pulled away. "You two are forgiven. Not the asshole. He did his best to steal you from me, Carrie. He tried and succeeded. Then he went and stole what should have been mine." He turned to Veronica, pulling her close. "I know I had forfeited any right to you, but that bastard jumped right in at the first opening." Walter turned off the water, and the three of them dried off. He sat the girls on the bed back-to-back. "We're going to try something a little...kinky," he teased. He tied their hands together behind them, and to each other. He tested the knots until he was satisfied. The girls were giggling. Anal Revenge in Triplicate - FTDS "Secure?" The both agreed, tugging at their bonds. "Good." He stood in front of Cassie. "Now suck." She sucked him well, deep and long. He switched sides, getting the same from Veronica, before returning to Cassie. Veronica might have the sweetest ass in the world, but Cassie could suck the chrome off a tailpipe. He was achingly hard when he pulled away, giving her a brief kiss. "Perfect," he whispered. He turned to Doug, untied him from the chair and dumped him on the floor. The bastard landed with a thud. A well placed kick to the gut had him moaning. Walter muscled Doug's upper body onto the bed, shoving him forward until his thighs were pressed to the side. "The way I see it," Walter said, suddenly tearing Doug's pants and boxers down to his knees. "Somebody owes me an anal virginity." He was stroking his cock, staying ready. Doug started struggling, as did the girls. "No, Walter!" Cassie pleaded. "It's too much. Don't." "What did I say about pleading for him, taking his side?" Walter growled. With one knee in the small of Doug's back, pinning him down, he grabbed the lube off the end table. The girls were crying, begging him to stop. It only made him angrier. He lubed himself up, and one hand clenching Doug's neck from behind, he used the other to guide his way home. Doug was whimpering, crying after the first minute or so. Walter pounded his ass mercilessly, his earlier releases giving him all the staying power he needed. When Doug stopped struggling, Walter threw him to the floor, and continued his anal assault. Doug's whimpers turned to moans, and Walter long-stroked his ass. "Jesus. The fucker likes it," he growled, looking up at the girls. "Don't, Walter. Don't torture him. It's bad enough." "I'm not kidding. I swear, he's hard, and moaning, pushing back against me." Walter pulled out, and separated the girl's hands from each other. He tugged them over to the edge of the bed. "Watch," he told them. He lubed up again, and slowly fucked his nemesis. He got up to a good pace, then stopped, pulling out until just the head remained inside. Doug pushed backward, his body betraying him pleading for more. Walter laughed, rolling the jerk onto his side, and hammering his ass. "Check it out. He's hard as a nail." Both girls giggled embarrassedly. Cassie wriggled to the ground, and maneuvered herself in place. She opened her mouth and sucked the bastard's cock. Each thrust Howard made, pushed Doug's straining dick into Cassie's teasing mouth. She pulled away laughing. "Fuck, Walter. He's about to blow!" "Don't suck him. I bet he can come just from being buggered." Walter grabbed Doug's hair tugging on it, fucking him harder. "Like that, you slimy bastard? You gonna come for us? Give the girls a nice show?" Doug moaned, trembling. Walter slowed his pace, slamming his cock into his arch-enemy. Slow extraction, pause, then hammered home. After a dozen or so strokes, Doug grunted, and shot his load. That was enough for Walter. He had better things to do with his cock then cornhole the fuckwad. He got up and wiped his cock thoroughly on Doug's face and hair. He went to the bathroom, and cleaned his cock, whistling merrily to himself. Back in the bedroom, Veronica had joined Cassie on the floor, and they were teasing the bastard mercilessly. Walter lifted Cassie's chin, and had her suck him. When he was satisfied, he picked up Veronica, getting her to squeal sweetly, and positioned her, straddling the idiot's head. He fucked her pussy, then her ass, pounding an orgasm out of her, before setting her aside with a smack on that perfect ass. He pulled Cassie over in her place, and jackhammered her backdoor, until he got a nice one out of her. He was damned close at that point, and kept going to the point of no return. He pulled out at the last moment, barely making it, and splooged all over Doug's cringing face. Walter caught his breath, then stood and started dragging Doug down the hallway. The girls worked their way to their feet, following, naked, their hands still tied behind their backs. At the entrance, Walter released Doug's feet. When Doug got the stupid idea to struggle, a well placed knee to the groin settled him down. Walter dragged the poor bastard outside. He turned to the girls standing just inside the door, neither willing to walk outside naked. "I'll be just a moment." He started loosening Doug's wrists. "I got it on video," he whispered to his long-time foe. "Taking it up the ass, and loving it. Coming from an ass reaming, you sick fuck." He took his own belt and threw it back inside along with the curtain ties. He untied the necktie around the SOBs mouth, letting him spit out the dirty sock. "I'll get you, you bastard," Doug growled. Walter stood, then kicked his foe in the belly. Hard. "Let it go, idiot. I've got the goods on you. The girls will take my side or Veronica's video gets leaked. You stole my woman, you ass, and you paid for it. Now get the fuck out of here." He gave the guy a kick to the side, leaving him to finish getting his hands free from his own belt. Walter entered the house, closing the door. "Either of you want to go with him?" Neither replied, looking at each other first. "Good." He bolted the door, and with an arm around each waist, he pulled them both close. He took turns kissing each. He steered them back to the bedroom. "We're even now. No more video threats. All is forgiven on my part. How about you two?" The peeked at each other. "All even, all forgiven," Veronica said softly. "Same here," Cassie answered. Walter laughed picking up Veronica and tossing her onto the bed, Cassie joining her moments later. "Untie us," Veronica whined. "Not yet, my love," he teased, helping her to her knees, sitting upright. He got Cassie on hers, facing Veronica. He stood between them holding their heads, and sliding his cock into their mouths one at a time. "Kiss," he told them. They pressed their lips together, and he pushed his cock between them, the two sets of lips bracketing his shaft, and she slid it back and forth. "Damn, you girls are hot," he groaned. "First dibs," Cassie called out, laughing for a moment before Walter's cock entered her mouth. "Bitch," Veronica laughed. "You got him first in high-school." Walter switched to Veronica's mouth, and Cassie leaned down and licked on his balls. "Yeah, but you had him a lot longer, slut." The sound of Doug's engine revving, before he pulled out with a squeal of his tires, had them all pause. "Damn, I bet he's going to be pissed," Cassie said. "It's not too late to join him," Walter growled. Cassie flopped backward on the bed, spreading her legs. "No way. I got first dibs. And I'm not letting you throw me away again." Veronica knee-walked over beside her, before stretching out. "How's this supposed to work out, baby?" she asked as he maneuvered his way between Cassie's legs. "Fuck if I know. You two figure it out. All I know, is I'm not kicking anyone out, or letting either of you leave without a fight." Cassie purred as he pumped her pussy. "Think you can handle us both, stud?" He gave her a kiss, then moved over between Veronica's legs, and settled home. "Don't know, but I'm sure as shit gonna give it a try!" ~ * ~ * ~ An Ending - in case the last paragraph wasn't enough. Doug was stupid. He didn't know when to leave things well enough alone. Walter got a visit from the police. He and the girls explained it was all consensual, and Doug got pissed when Cassie decided to stay with Walter. Nobody was married, nobody was injured. It was just friends getting a little kinky. Their stories were consistent, but not identical enough to be suspicious. The matter was dropped. Doug was stupider. He trashed Cassie's stuff. Her name was on the apartment lease, and it ended up costing him most of his savings after small claims court was finished. Cassie was taken off the lease, as part of the judgment, and moved in with Walter. Doug was even stupider. He just couldn't let it go. He confronted Walter in a bar, and threw the first punch. He couldn't remember receiving the last one. He just remembered waking up in the parking lot, hurting all over. The off-duty cop took Walter's statement, and let the man buy him a beer. No charges were pressed. Walter went home before he got drunk. The girls were sympathetic to his few bruises, and he fucked their pretty little brains out. Doug's balls were too bruised to fuck anything for a while. He received an anonymous email with close-up pictures of two well fucked, pretty little assholes, dripping with cum. Doug was the stupidest. He didn't like the countless calls he got, from having his number written on the wall of every men's room in every truckstop and gay hangout in the area. After months of it, he decided to confront one of the bastards. He chose the wrong guy to do it to, and the wrong place to do it at. After being the centerpiece of a weekend long gangbang, he finally let it go. He started dating a guy named Bruce. Walter lived the joyous, frat-boy, harem dream life for almost two years. He never had to look beyond the two beautiful women sharing his bed for his happiness. Cassie was overjoyed to have another chance with Walter, her first true love. Veronica was mostly content, and loved the sex. She eventually met a good looking guy at work who came on strong, and after talking it over with her roommates, decided she wanted to date him. Within the month, she was no longer part of the sex games, and three months later she moved out. She was married within the year, and Cassie was her maid of honor. Walter and Cassie gave them the Big Green Egg grill as a wedding gift. Walter proposed to Cassie after the wedding. Veronica was her maid of honor. It was a big wedding, Cassie's family had money and no expense was spared. They used the best florist in town. Doug and Bruce were happy for the business. Walter and his new bride spent a two week honeymoon in the Greek isles. There was a lot of ass-fucking going on, but she insisted that every other load end up in her fertile young pussy. No more mistakes were made on either of their parts, at last none big enough to damage what they had found with each other. Veronica and Jeff remained their closest friends, and the Big Green Egg provided many years of weekend barbecues for the two couples and their families. They had five kids between the two households, and a combined 97 years of wedded bliss. Doug and Bruce didn't have any kids. They had two cats and a bird. They were happy and their business flourished. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Anal Revenge "You want me to fuck you up the ass? You sure?" "Yes, I'm sure. But, Todd? I've never done that –" "Don't worry. You'll love it. I promise!" He bent over her and kissed her gently on the lips before giving her a smile. Almost reluctantly, Todd pulled his cock from Traci's pussy and then dipped his fingers into her cunt. She was wet enough, so there would be no lube needed. He ran his fingers over her asshole, feeling it pucker to his touch. "Get on your hands and knees, Traci. It'll be easier for you. And play with your clit. When I tell you to, push out, okay?" "Okay," Trace whispered. She turned around and knelt on the couch, grabbing the arm for support. Suddenly her heart was pounding and her breathing came fast. She nearly jumped off the couch when she felt his tongue on her ass, licking the place where soon his cock would be filling her. She put her head down on her hands, and waited patiently, anticipating the pleasure he promised. Todd lubed her ass with his tongue, and then spread her ass cheeks wide. He pulled the thong away to the side. He ran his cock along her slit, teasing her pussy, feeing her wetness. "Frig your clit, Traci. It'll make it feel better." He felt Traci mover her fingers over her clit, and heard her sighs of pleasure. He moved his cock up to her precious offering and ran his cock over the soft skin. He began to push his cock through her tiny open and he heard her gasp. "Push out, Traci. Now!" Traci pushed out as directed, and suddenly felt the head of his cock push past the muscles around her ass. She felt herself stretched in a way she had never felt before. She was gasping not from pain but from the unexpected fullness of the feel of his cock in her. Her fingers worked over her clit, and she could feel her body responding. "Traci, I'm going to let you determine the speed and depth, since this is your first time. When you are ready, take more of my cock." Traci worked her clit all the harder, pleasant sensations coursing through her body. As her body grew accustomed to the feel of him, she began to push back against him, slowly. Slowly, she took him into her ass. The feeling of being full was new to her, but she was surprised there was no pain. Once he was fully inside of her, she felt his hands on her hips, holding her in place, allowing her to get used to him. He moved slowly, rotating against her, letting her feel more of him, and she sighed. Her clit was beginning to swell under her fingers and she knew her second orgasm would not be long in coming. She began to move against him, first away and then towards him. She could hear his groans and knew he wanted this as much as she did. At first, the feeling was a little uncomfortable, yet as she began to relax, a feeling of pleasant fullness came upon her. She began to move more quickly, wanting to feel him go deeper into her ass. "Oh, Todd. I want to know what it is like to be truly fucked in the ass! Fuck my ass, Todd!" Todd knew he couldn't hold out any longer. The sight of his cock buried in Traci's fine ass was more than he could stand. He grabbed her hips and began to move more quickly against her. Soon he was fucking her ass as though he were fucking her cunt. The skin of his belly was slapping against her ass, and he could feel his balls banging against her pussy. His mind was beginning to fog over, but he wanted her to cum with him. "Traci, cum with me. I'm almost there, cum with me." Todd gritted his teeth, his fingers digging into her flesh, as he banged away at her ass. The feeing of her tight muscles around his cock was more than he could stand and he could feel the cum boiling through his body. Just then, Traci felt her body begin to go over the edge. She felt the convulsions begin, the waves of pleasure taking control of her body. "Todd, yes, I'm cumming! Oh yes!" She cried out. As soon as he felt the muscles in her ass squeeze his cock, Todd felt himself explode deep within her. He rammed himself deeply into her ass. He held himself there, feeling his cock empty and drain itself into her body. He pulled his cock out of her ass and squeezed the last remaining drops of jism onto her ass cheeks. Traci was amazed at how much more intense her orgasm was with Todd's cock buried deep with her ass. For a while, she felt as though she wouldn't stop. But, eventually, she floated back to reality, just in time to feel Todd pull out of her ass and feel the dribble of cum on her ass. Todd leaned over Traci, breathing heavily, waiting for his heart to stop beating so hard. They stayed that way for a couple of minutes, until they both collapsed onto the couch. Todd wrapped his arm around Traci and pulled her towards him for a long kiss, which she eagerly returned. She then snuggled into him, and they caressed each other's bodies. Slowly, the alcohol began to wear off, and Traci began to realize the full impact of what she had done. How would Todd feel? How did she feel? What would happen next? An awkward good-bye? She looked up at Todd and he kissed her forehead. "It's getting late," he stated simply. "I need to get going so you can get some sleep." "Yeah, okay," she replied with a whisper. He looked at her hard, before getting up and pulling his clothes back on. Traci tucked her breasts back into her bra, and then slipped her dress back over her head. She watched as Todd made certain he had everything he had arrived with. Then he turned to her. He pulled her towards him and wrapped his arms around her. "Traci, you are a beautiful woman, don't ever forget that. And the gift you gave me tonight is one I feel honored accepting. I can't tell you how pleased I am that you gave that part of yourself to me. Thank you." "Well, thank you for making it nice. More than nice. I liked it." "I thought you would," he said with a smile. "Take care of yourself, be good to yourself." "Yes, Todd. I will." He kissed her then, long and slow and tender. When he released her, he quickly kissed her forehead, turned, and walked out the door. As Traci locked the door, she heard him start his truck, then saw his lights as his drove away. Would she ever see him again? Why would she? Maybe. Traci stretched and yawned. She thought back over the night, and a smile curved along her lips. She knew she would be sore tomorrow, but for now, she felt wonderful and beautiful and alive. She started for her bedroom, and noticed the message light on her phone answering machine was blinking. Stopping she turned it on, and froze when she heard John's voice. "Traci, damn, I'm such an ass. I'm sorry. For everything. I'm sorry I started seeing Cathy. I'm sorry I kept all that shit. I'm sorry we fought. I need you, Traci, and I want you in my life. Please, Traci. Do you think you can forgive me? Can we at least talk about it? Look, if you get this message tonight – no matter how late – call me, okay? Please? Traci? I – I love you. Really. Please call, Traci, please." By the end of the message, Traci was smiling. As she picked up the phone and dialed his number, she knew she would always have the sweet remembrance of tonight's secret to look back on. Yes, life was good.