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Revenge

By: Black9900



Carley had just broken up with James, and James was feeling a little depressed about it. The two had been going out for some time, and James was pretty sure that Carley was "the one," when Carley slipped a Dear John letter under his apartment door before running off to Las Vegas with another man. To help out, James's friends decided a good night of club hopping would make him feel a little better.

It did not do much good, at the first two bars James just sat at the bar, nursing scotch and waters while his friends were out dancing and exchanging phone numbers. At the third bar, James decided to have a little fun and joined his friends on the dance floor.

He hadn't danced for very long when he spotted someone he would like to meet. She was a gorgeous brunette, wearing a white sleeveless shirt with no bra and a tiny, black skirt; she had long, flowing brown hair, golden tan skin, beautiful 38D breasts, tiny waist, perfectly rounded hips, and long, gorgeous legs incased in a pair of black fishnet stockings. He walked over to her and over the boom of the club, asked her if she wanted to dance. She said yes, and the two went to the floor together.

At first the two danced some distance from each other, but as they danced, the two got slowly closer together until they were grinding against each other to the pounding rhythm of the music. James hadn't danced like this in a long time, and his cock began to grow beneath his pants at the feel and grinding of this other woman against his body.

The two continued to dance, and James was getting more excited as the two began to dance even more erotically. Afraid of cumming there on the dance floor, James excused himself and went to the restroom. When he got there, he splashed cold water on his face to calm himself down and tried to will his hard on away. Nothing worked, as thoughts of that beautiful brunette and her large, firm breasts; her round, tight ass; and her tanned brown skin filled his mind and kept him excited.

James heard the door open and shut behind him, and he looked to see who came in. It was the brunette, standing in the harsh light of the restroom. Without saying a word, she walked up to James and kissed him passionately. James felt her tongue work its way inside his mouth, and he responded by running his tongue up and down her own. He felt the woman's firm, perfect body, slick with sweat from dancing as he was, and the sparse fabric that covered it. His hard on throbbed in his pants, begging to be released.

The two continued to kiss as the woman's hands found their way to James's pants, unbuttoning them and undoing the zipper. as James's hands found their way under the brunette's shirt, fondling the two large mounds of flesh there and ultimately slipping the thin fabric up over the woman's breasts, arms, and head as her firm breasts sprung free from their imprisonment, revealing the two large pink buttons of flesh at their tips. James's own cock sprung free as the woman found it and took it out of his boxer shorts, rock-hard and ready for action. James continued to kiss the woman, down her still sweaty neck, chest, breasts, and finally her nipples, as he found one and locked onto it with his lips, sucking it for all he was worth. The woman moaned lustfully, and began to stroke James's cock with one hand while her other massaged his balls, while he sucked her tits. James spasmed a little, and pre-cum bubbled out of his large, bulbous head and ran down the shaft and over the woman's hand. The woman reached up to lick the pre-cum off her hand, savoring every salty drop, then continued to jerk James off as he happily sucked her tits and massaged her breasts.

While the woman continued to jerk James off, he moved his hands down her stomach and up her skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties either, and her pussy was wet and slippery, telling James that she was every bit as turned on as he was. He began to finger her wet cunt, running his fingers around and over her lips and clit. One finger found her asshole, and he began to probe it as he continued to finger her with two hands now, his mouth still locked on her large, pink nipples.

He spread her lips with one hand, and casually slipped two fingers in her while he continued to probe her asshole and clit, her hot juices running down his arm to his elbow. The woman moaned audibly as she began to stroke James just a little harder, which made James that much more eager to please this unknown woman. He began to slip those two fingers in and out of her pussy, while still fingering her clit with two more fingers and probing her tight asshole with another. The woman began to move her hips back and forth to James's manipulation, telling him that she was about to cum. She began to stroke James hard and fast, her hand becoming a blur as it rapidly moved up and down his hard shaft.

James began to moan as he started to cum, and sucked her nipples as hard as he could while finger fucking her as fast as he could to make sure she came with him. It worked, and the woman moaned louder, telling him to never stop, it felt so good. Her sloppy wet pussy contracted around his fingers, as her hot cum flowed out around the two fingers in her, and her asshole contracted, pushing the finger James had inserted out. Waves of passion flooded her body as James began to cum too, shooting his hot wad on the woman's bare stomach and over her skirt, which was still on. The two stood there, holding on to each other while their orgasms subsided, moaning in passion together under the throbbing rhythm of the club just outside the restroom door.

Suddenly, before the woman could respond, James picked her up and sat her on one of the sinks in the club. The woman was not yet spent, sweating heavily, panting, but ready for another round as James began to stroke his cock, reawakening the erection he had moments before. The woman wiped the cum off of her stomach, and brought it to her mouth, tasting the salty fluid while James furiously stroked his cock, to get it nice and hard for another go. To help him, the woman brought her skirt up over her hips, wriggling the fabric inch by inch up over her hips so he could have full view of her sloppy, wet, unshaven cunt.

She began to finger herself for James, to help him regain his erection. She slipped one finger inside her asshole, as James did, and inserted three fingers in her pussy and began to move them in and out, each time she moaned ever so softly. It didn't take long for James to get hard with all this attention, and once again he stood in front of her, his throbbing erection proudly standing in front of her, ready for action.

The woman grabbed his cock with both hands and guided it to her ready cunt, and slipped the head into her. James took this as his cue and began to thrust his hips, sending his hard cock in and out of her tight, wet, warm pussy. She began to moan audibly again, asking James to fuck her hard and deep, and James shoved his cock in and out just a little faster to answer her demands. James again bent over so he could lick and suck the woman's large, pert tits while his hands traveled down her back and over her ass, where he squeezed and massaged the two tanned mounds there.

The woman reached down to the base of his cock and balls, where she began to toy with her clit and James's balls at once. James felt her hands rub and squeeze his scrotum, and James began to fuck harder and deeper to make sure he came inside her. The woman moaned louder, and wrapped her legs around James's midsection, screaming "YES! YES! HARDER! MAKE ME FEEL IT!" while she continued to play with her clit and squeeze James's balls.

James was fucking as hard and fast as he could now, all while he was sucking the woman's tits, and rubbing and squeezing her ass. She began to thrash back and forth, screaming that she was cumming again. Once again her hot juices exploded around James, coating his balls and legs with her musky cum. Her vagina contracted around James, almost pushing him out despite his best efforts. The woman screamed louder, pushed beyond her wildest imaginations of ecstasy.

James started his orgasm too, as he thrust himself as deep and hard into the woman as he could. His orgasm came in short, intense spasms of ecstasy as his cock released his hot cum into the woman's vagina, filling the woman to capacity. His own orgasm was so intense he caught himself screaming with the woman, in primal lust.

The woman slipped down into the sink where she sat, out of breath and slick with cum and sweat. Her large firm breasts glistened with moisture while her stomach, crotch, and inner thighs were all thoroughly coated in both James's and her cum. Cum seeped out of her pussy, down her ass cheeks, and into the basin, where it left a sticky mess. James too was a mess, his cock dangling between his legs, dripping cum down his pants; and his shirt and pants completely soaked through with sweat.

Tiredly, James began to wash up, trying to clean the cum and sweat off himself as best he could while the woman stood up shakily and staggered to where her shirt was and put it on. When James had washed up, he put his cock back in his pants and turned around to ask the woman her name. She was gone.

Revenge



[Note: This story is an expansion and development of a story I came across a very long time ago on the web. I do not know the name/pseudonym of that author, but I want to acknowledge his or her role. That version of the story was very short and, IMHO, underdeveloped, but the basic idea stuck with me and planted the seed for this expanded version. -- Cyanlot] 

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I knew they would get their revenge sometime. It began to torment me as I wondered when and how. The longer they waited, the more worried I was. I had no idea what form it would take or when it would come, but I knew one thing: they weren't going to forgive and forget.

Then, one morning, I awoke to find myself being handcuffed. By the time I was awake enough to realize what was happening and resist, it was too late. I don't know how they got in my apartment or what they were going to do, but I knew that the time had finally come. 

Connie and Denise would have been no match for me normally—indeed, they were no match when I provoked this bid for revenge—but I was handcuffed now and there was little point in resisting. Besides, if I managed to get away now, they would just try again. They weren't going to let me escape their revenge. Still, had I known what they had in mind, I would have tried harder. When I got a chance to look around, I saw it would have been no use anyway. They had their friend, Buck, with them to ensure compliance.

The two girls seemed very pleased with themselves; their plan had worked so far. They put a hood over my eyes and led me down the hall to the bathroom. I felt my underwear being pulled down and only when my cock slapped against my stomach did I realize how hard I was. Whatever fear I was feeling didn't interfere with excitement, indeed it seemed to intensify it. They pressed me into the shower and I was almost scalded by steaming hot water. I felt my body being soaped all over by four deceptively delicate hands (an altogether pleasurable sensation). Too soon, I was pulled from the shower, still covered with soap and I felt two razors beginning to strip my body of its abundant hair. They were doing a thorough job: beginning at the tops of my feet and working up my ankles, calves and thighs. I hoped they would leave my pubic hair. Shaving the rest of my body would keep me from going to the pool or gym for months, and this seemed like revenge enough—to me, but not to them I would soon find out. They didn't stop at my thighs; they didn't stop until my neck. Every hair from my neck down was gone: from my back, my arms, my chest, my legs, my crotch and even from around my asshole. The hair on my balls presented a special problem for the razors, so they plucked them. It hurt like hell (a fact that they didn't seem to mind), and given the alternative of two angry women with razors around my balls, I decided that it was all right with me. Twenty minutes later I was as smooth as a 12 year old girl.

This was really enough punishment, I thought. And I said so. It would be very embarrassing to me: I couldn't go to the gym or the pool and dating would have to be "platonic". They told me to shut up or things would go very badly for me. My punishment was only beginning and cooperation would make it a lot easier.

I was taken to the living room and pushed to my knees, my hands still cuffed behind my back. Walking and being touched were very strange experiences when my body was suddenly denuded of its hair. It felt, actually, quite sensual. There was a delay and some talk that I couldn't overhear, but soon the hood was taken from my eyes. 

Buck, who is rather big and a classic blond hunk, was standing before me naked. His cock was starting to get angry, and it wasn't aiming in the direction of the girls.

"Perhaps you didn't know it, dear boy," Denise said with mock gentleness, "but Buck is gay. We thought we'd give you a dose of your own medicine. And we think that Buck is the one to do it. He thinks you're kind of cute, so he agreed."

My head was spinning. Buck? . . . Gay? . . . Jesus! Who would have thought it. He looked as straight as they came (in two senses, right now) and he could have had any woman he wanted. Apparently, he didn't want any woman. Apparently, he wanted me. Very apparently.

"So, here's the deal," Connie continued where Denise had left off. "You give Buck a terrific blow job . . . make it good . . . make it look like you really like it . . . like you really want him, or we hold you down and you feel what it's like to take it up your sweet, little, virgin, hairless ass."

I took a look at Buck's hardening cock. One thing was for sure, I didn't want that thing splitting my ass cheeks. I didn't exactly want it in my mouth, either, but that seemed the better course. I engaged in some heartfelt protests and whining to see whether I could get out of it, but the girls were resolved; they were in no mood to relent. I agreed to suck Buck off.

"Remember, sweet cheeks. Make it good . . . make it look like you like it. And one more thing, remember to swallow." Connie smiled at the last reminder and went on to inform me, "We're the only judges about how well you do and it's never too late for us to change our mind about which door we want Buck to use. Buck says it doesn't matter to him." 

Like I said, between the two alternatives, it did matter to me, so I nodded, resigned to my fate. Denise unfastened the cuffs, telling me that I could do "ever so much better" if I could use my hands to fondle and caress him. The instructions were pretty clear.

I reached up to his hard pole. (Apparently just the talk and anticipation was enough to get him fully aroused.) It was large enough that I didn't know how much I could get in my mouth. I silently complimented myself on my decision to keep this thing away from my asshole. As I touched him, he moved closer until just the head of his cock was between my lips.

Well, I'd had blow jobs before. I knew what felt good. I could do this. While it was clearly too much for the girls to do for their revenge, I could do it and it would be over with. Then I could begin planning my retaliation for this indignity.

Buck put his hands on the side of my head and I soon learned how much of his cock I could get into my mouth without choking. (Not much.) He forced hard, and I learned how much of his cock I could get in my mouth with choking. (All of it. Well, if you count about half my throat as part of my mouth.) I tried to pull away, but Buck was insistent and Denise whispered from the sidelines that I wasn't looking like I was enjoying myself. Well, damnit, I wasn't—not one bit. But the thought of Buck slamming that shaft into my ass made my asshole clench in revolt and I decided to try to do a better job of acting.

I put my hands on his buttocks, pulling him to me instead of trying to push him away. And I sucked, really sucked hard, on his cock, pulling my cheeks in until it hurt and bobbing back and forth on his cock. He let my head go and allowed me to do the work and I moved on and off of him in long slow strokes. Sliding one hand around, I cradled his balls in my hand and felt them pulling up to his groin. It was interesting to think that I was holding his most vulnerable part in my hand—that I could, with almost no effort, cause him excruciating pain. I dwelled on the thought for only a second until I visualized what would happen to me if I acted on it. Then, I slid my hand to the base of his cock, making it look to all the world—well, at least to Connie and Denise, which was the only part of the world that mattered right now—like I was enjoying jacking him off into my mouth, like I wanted to feel his cock with my hand as well as with my mouth. Well, in a sense, I did. It kept about an inch or two of that monster out of my throat.

My jaw was killing me. I wondered how the girls who had sucked me off had managed to keep doing it as long as they had. (Of course, I had to admit to myself that their jaws weren't stretched as wide as mine now was.) I had to give it a break so I began licking his cock from base to tip. I started at the top and licked each side and the bottom, spending extra time on the bottom, much to Buck's pleasure. Then, when I thought my jaw could stand it again, I took him in my mouth once more and began to work hard on ending this thing. I was jacking him off with my hand and sucking every bit as hard with my mouth. I was bobbing my head so fast I was getting a headache. And, when Buck seemed to want to, I let him push my lips all the way to his pubic bone while his cock rammed my throat open. By the way he was breathing and clenching his leg muscles, I thought I was getting him close. I prepared for the inevitable, but was suddenly distracted.

"Look up at him adoringly," Denise, self-appointed stage manager for this charade, whispered from the sidelines.

I looked up at him adoringly. 

"Stop and tell him that you want him to shoot his hot cum in your mouth, to fill you with his sticky cream," Denise said, sotto voce.

"I want you to shoot your hot cum into my mouth, to fill me with your sticky cream," I repeated obediently.

"Now tell him that you love him and you love his cock. Tell him you've never been so excited in your life and that you are his cock slave."

Jesus Christ! This was getting a bit thick. I hesitated, but when Denise whispered, "How'd you like to feel that thing sliding in and out of your ass?" instead of answering her, I looked up at Buck adoringly and said, "I love you, Buck. I love your cock. I've never been so excited in my life. All I ever want to be is your cock slave, Buck."

Now Buck knew that I was just repeating the mandatory script, but he seemed to like it a lot. His eyes were glazed over as he looked down on me.

"Now go for it. Swallow it all, except leave a little bit to drip down from your lips onto your chin. And, remember: smile—you're loving every minute."

I pumped him hard again and sucked, trying to end this so I could close my mouth and give my jaw a rest. How bad could it be? I'd had lots of girls do it to me.

Buck was close again. Indeed, Buck was bucking—uncontrollably—and moaning. With the hand wrapped around the base of his cock, I felt his load begin spurting along his shaft toward my mouth. I thought I was ready, but it was all I could do to keep from gagging even before my mouth was flooded by his hot, sticky cum. When my mouth filled, and I swallowed only to find it filled again. I started to gag. I quickly suppressed it enough to swallow all but a little bit which I held on my tongue as Buck pulled out of my mouth. This little bit, I let drip from my lips onto my chin, as instructed. 

"That's very good," said Connie. She hadn't spoken throughout the entire episode and I instinctively looked in her direction.

I was aghast, appalled, ashamed. She had a video camera and had obviously recorded the entire thing. Now, she was zooming in on the cum on my face. That was embarrassing. But when she panned down to my crotch, I realized that I was unwittingly stroking my very erect cock. I was humiliated.

Then Connie blurted out so it would surely be on the video, "Look at that rock-hard little dick. He loves sucking cock."

With that, but only with that, my hardon wilted and I stopped stroking myself.

Reminding me that it wouldn't take Buck too long to recharge his batteries for a back door assault should that become necessary, they took me quietly back to the bedroom where they opened a suitcase they had brought along. They started taping again as they began removing clothing from the suitcase and dressing me in it: first a padded bra and very tight undies that would hold my cock down flat no matter what happened, then a tight skirt and sweater, thigh high fishnet stockings, and high heels. I watched in the mirror as Connie applied heavy makeup to my face. Gradually, and quite remarkably, my features were softened and soon I looked like a fairly attractive, though extremely sleazy, woman. I was thin enough to get away with it. (Get away with it?!) The finishing touch was a long blond wig.

"There," commented Connie, "pretty as a picture."

The camera went off at this point and I dared to hope that the humiliation was over. Denise disabused me of that belief. She warned me that if I was disobedient in any way, my manager at work and my friends like Rich and Mike and Jim would receive copies of the video of me doing Buck so well. 

I really had little choice. I was quite sure that Denise's prompting wouldn't be audible on the video, while my repeating the words to Buck would be. There was no sign of coercion recorded. Anyone who saw it would believe that I sucked him off for my own pleasure, that I wanted it, that I loved the feeling of his cock in my mouth, his cum on my tongue. Besides, even if people knew I was forced to do it, I would never live it down. 

So I resigned myself to whatever fate the girls had in store for me, but I didn't realize how dangerous and humiliating it would be. I got a suggestion that I wouldn't like it when they led me outside to their van. Now, it's one thing to be dressed like a woman—a whore, really—inside. It's quite another to go outside dressed like that. The girls persuaded me that I looked so convincing that no one would suspect it was me. On the way to the van, they gave me some lessons on walking to make me a little more convincing. I gladly accepted their advice figuring now that my only chance for not being found out was to make myself as inconspicuous as I could dressed like a cheap hooker. Maybe if no one looked at my face long enough, I wouldn't be recognized.

In the van, they worked on my voice. I tried falsetto and husky, but nothing sounded convincing. Denise said that I should just keep my mouth closed but quickly corrected herself to say I should just not say anything. Buck and Connie thought Denise's little joke was the funniest thing they had ever heard.

When we got out of the van, I began to get really nervous—the kind of "nervous" that you feel in your gut and in your balls. We were in the parking lot of my best friend's apartment and I was pretty sure we were headed to Rich's place. I balked for a second, but Denise just pointed to the video camera in her purse and I walked along without further complaint, trying to keep my balance. 

Inside, my friends Mike and Jim were sitting around watching TV with Rich. Denise introduced me as Cherry, and to my surprise my friends, who knew me better than anyone else in the world did (though not as well as they would when the day was over), didn't seem to recognize me. Denise told them that I was a friend of Buck's who had decided to start turning tricks to earn a little money and that I needed to practice my blowjobs. She wondered if they would be willing to do a little free instruction to help me turn pro.

Now, this was clearly the most ridiculous story one could imagine. But my three friends, smart guys all, seemed to accept it at face value—such is the power of the penis compared to the brain. Anyway, they didn't need to confer before agreeing. They needed to confer about who was going to go first and whether it would be in private or together. Somehow they decided on the order and Connie convinced them to do it together so that everyone could watch and comment on the technique to help "Cherry" improve. I was so grateful.

I had no choice but to play this thing out. Video or no, any attempt to stop it now would be worse than going on with the ruse. At least I didn't have to act like I was good at it or even liked it. So, the next thing I knew I was sucking the cocks, fondling the balls and swallowing the cum of my three best friends. To tell the truth, there was something exciting about the deception, about seeing how they would act in this preposterous situation, about seeing this from the "woman's eye" point of view. And the woman's eye point of view was on my knees as, first Rich, (since it was his house, he argued) strode over to me and said, in what I'm sure he thought was a commanding voice, "Unzip my pants and take out my love shaft." I almost laughed out loud but, fearing that it would give me away, I kept a straight face and took out his "love shaft". It was rather small, I might mention. Certainly much smaller than I was used to (I joked to myself, comparing him to Buck). Still, as it swelled in my hand, I realized that it would fill my mouth as much as I wanted. 

Let's get this over with, I thought, as I dove into it, or (rather) let it dive into me. I pumped him right from the start and sucked hard to get this over with. He didn't try to get me to look at him or say anything to him. He just wanted to shoot his wad in my mouth and, strangely, that's what I wanted too, because this wasn't going to end until all three of them had done that. 

But Denise, God damn her anyway, interrupted, saying, "No, no, no, Cherry! You're going too fast. You have to tease him. You have to make him wait for his orgasm, building up to it slowly so that when you finally let him cum in your mouth (She just couldn't resist reminding me of that.), he really explodes. And you have to make him think that you are enjoying it as much as he is."

So much for my plan of quickly sucking off my three friends and getting out of here. So I started to tease him and lick his cock and balls. Connie took her turn interrupting to tell me to suck his balls into my mouth. As I held one of his good-sized nuts in my mouth, I felt his balls boiling. I decided I had teased him enough and went back to his cock. When Denise tried to interrupt again, Rich (bless his heart) shut her up with a curt, and breathless, "Shut up! I'm about to cum."

And cum he did. For twenty or thirty seconds he pistoned in and out of my mouth pumping load after load of cum on my tongue. I swallowed as well as I could, but in the end I had to give up and pull off his cock; I felt the last shot hit me on my cheek. Being afraid that wiping it off would take off too much of my makeup and, so, reveal my identity, I touched it gently with my finger to lift it from my cheek and was getting ready to wipe it on the carpet when Connie said, "That's good. Now put your finger in your mouth and suck his cum from your finger. There's nothing a man likes better than to see a woman want his cum anyway she can get it."

So I put my finger to my lips and made a scene of sucking the last of his cum into my mouth. Rich said that I had done fine but he wanted me to lick his cock clean of any remaining cum and put it back where I found it. 

Okay, one down and two to go. It wasn't so bad really, and Rich sure acted like a fool. I was sorry I wouldn't be able to tease him about it later. I noticed then that Connie had the video going all this time. More blackmail material. It didn't really matter at this point, but it did remind me how much I didn't want my friends to find out.

Jim figured he was next and Mike didn't argue. It didn't matter to me, not that anyone cared what I thought anyway. I was hoping at that point that Connie and Denise had gotten tired of this giving directions shit and I could just suck Jim off and get this over with. Though as I said that to myself, I realized that I was very excited while I sucked Rich and held his balls in my hand. My own cock was trying to rise, unsuccessfully, against its bondage. And I was actually anxious to see Jim's cock and to find out how it would feel in my hand and in my mouth. The idea of having my friends' balls cupped in my hand, of holding their cocks in my mouth without their knowing, was tantalizing. I didn't figure I was turning into a cocksucker for real. There was just something about this scenario the girls had forced on me that made it exciting. I would never do this willingly.

Jim didn't have any cute things to say, but, like Rich, he expected me to take his cock out of his pants. I remembered, then, that I really like it when a girl does this to me, too. So, I unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. To my surprise, he was uncut. I hadn't known that, though I had never known my friends quite like I was getting to know them now.




Revenge



The skin of his shaft was rather tight and, as he swelled in my hand, his cock head strained to burst out. I put his cock to my lips and extended my tongue to enter the end of his foreskin to meet his cock tip. It tasted musky, but not bad. With my hand, I skinned back the shaft of his cock, popping his cock head out of the foreskin and into my waiting mouth. He was clearly enjoying himself, very much lost in his own world. But after a few minutes of reverie, he calmed down enough to consider the possibilities. Pulling his cock from my mouth, which I flattered myself, took him some effort, he began rubbing it on my cheeks and neck. He directed me to unbuckle is pants and take them down. When they were down, he told me to lick my finger, sucking it into my mouth. He obviously had plans for my finger and they probably wouldn't be ones I approved of. Choices weren't open to me, though.

"Now suck my cock into your mouth and press your wet finger in my asshole—very gently, girl," he instructed.

This wasn't something I'd counted on, but, hell, fingers could be washed, and I wasn't about to quit and have my friends see my video over this. So, I pushed my wet finger into his tight, hot asshole as I sucked his hard cock into my mouth. I played with different rhythms: sometimes pressing into him as I moved onto his cock, sometimes doing the opposite. He seemed to like it all. I got into it a little and moaned as I moved my free hand to my "breast" and massaged it. The padded bra didn't feel anything, but I think Jim liked the effect (and it kind of made me feel like I really was a woman, which made the whole thing more tolerable to me).

When I felt him on the verge of cumming, I pressed hard on where I thought his prostate was. Shit, I didn't know for sure, but I took a stab. I moved my other hand from my "breast" to the base of his cock and squeezed hard so his cum had to force its way down the tube to my mouth. It had no trouble doing so and, while he didn't cum as prolifically as Rich had, I had more of that burning cream to swallow than I cared to think about. When he was finished, I licked him clean without being asked. I pulled my finger out of his ass, sort of wiping it off between his cheeks and tried to get ready for scene three.

To my surprise, Connie interrupted the events to take me to the bathroom "to clean up for Mike". When I got a look in the mirror, I could see why and I actually thanked her. My wig had shifted slightly, my make up was coming off and my lipstick was all gone—smeared on the satisfied cocks of my two friends. They probably hadn't taken a good look at me before Connie got me out of the room, but if they had, they might have suspected something. If they suspected something, they might have investigated. And that would have been disaster.

Suitably "freshened up" I returned to finish the job. It looked as if Mike was more than anxious and he had had a little time to think about what he wanted. As it turned out, he wanted a lot. Unfortunately, I was in this for the duration, come what may (pun recognized, but certainly not intended). 

Mike had me take down his pants right from the start—not just down, but all the way off. He took his shirt off as I did this. He tried to take my clothes off, but Denise and Connie stopped him, telling him that that wasn't part of the deal and he would just have to put up with the limitations. He seemed disappointed, but he agreed. He wasn't in any position to bargain, really, though I guess his bargaining position was better than mine. He, at least, could call the whole thing off if he wanted to. He didn't.

What he did next really threw me. He lifted me up from my knees and pulled me to him kissing me. Not just a kiss, but a passionate, probing and very wet kiss. Now this shocked me for two reasons. First, though I had had cocks in my mouth practically all day, I certainly hadn't counted on this particular sort of intimacy. Secondly, I couldn't understand why he wanted to kiss my mouth and probe it with his tongue when I had just taken the substantial loads of his two best friends.

The idea seemed to delight Denise and Connie. They were probably sorry they hadn't thought of it earlier. Almost in unison, they chimed in that I should kiss him. They said that kissing was a typical preliminary to a blow job and if I wanted to improve my oral technique, I had to practice giving deep kisses. (It was bullshit, of course. Who kisses a whore? But, then, Mike had. So, who knows?) Denise, who was currently in charge of the ever-running video recording, made a point of saying, "Yeah. I really want to get *this* recorded!"

So, I opened my mouth to his tongue and, when he retreated, probed his mouth with mine. I tried as hard as possible to kiss like a woman—mostly yielding to him and touching him gently on the side of his face. I don't know if it seemed strange to him, but he seemed more than satisfied with it as he began to moan and push me down. I started to drop to my knees, hoping for a quickie, but he stopped me and made me kiss and lick my way down his body to his anxious cock. I didn't have any ruler or anything, and I guess it doesn't really matter, but while he wasn't as big as Buck, I could tell my jaw and throat would be tested more than they had been by Rich and Jim. I began my work in earnest.

"Not yet," Mike stopped me. "I'm not completely aroused yet."

What the fuck did he mean. If that wasn't fully aroused, I didn't want anything to do with his cock. He was hard, pointing up and as big as I wanted him to get. But, he wanted more foreplay. So I tied to lick his shaft and fondle and suck his balls. He pushed my head back so my tongue was touching him behind the balls. He seemed to like that a lot.

"Now, for the serious foreplay," he said ominously. What did he think I had been doing?

He lay back on the couch, and pulled my mouth back to his ball sack. Then, one hand on the back of my head, he rocked his legs up, spreading them wide to expose his ass to me. My head was pushed down and toward him, pressing my lips to his puckered asshole. I tried to push away, but he wouldn't let go of my hair and any struggling would have left my hair in his hand while I escaped.

"Come on, Cherry," he encouraged. "This really turns guys on. You can charge extra for this once you learn to do it well. Give me a nice sweet kiss and then run your tongue all around my hole. Dart in and out and finally plow it in as far as you can, trying to lick my insides clean." Now again, I found myself gagging. 

"I'm sure the Connie and Denise would like to get this recorded so they can go over it with you to help you learn."

I was sure of it too, even before they chimed in to confirm it. So, my tongue did his asshole—around the outside, flicking in and out and finally probing deeply. It was obvious that he loved it—he was pushing forward onto my tongue and helping me stroke his cock. Strangely, while I was partly revolted by this and thinking of further revenge I was going to have to extract for this indignity, I was also aware of my cock straining to rise up and yearning to be touched.

I pulled my tongue out of his asshole and slipped my finger in. I took his cock—now fully aroused, I hoped (though I couldn't see or feel any difference in it)—into my mouth. I guess the tonguing did its work because Mike was cumming almost immediately. I was ready to take his load in my mouth; I was almost becoming a pro. But that's not what he wanted. He pulled my face away from him and shot load after load on my face. Some of it landed in my still open mouth, but most of it hit me in the face. I closed my eyes when the first spurt hit me near the eye but I felt him splatter my cheeks, my lips, my nose and my chin. My face was covered with cum. When it was safe to open my eyes, I did so only to find that Connie had the camera right in my face, documenting the cum shower.

I started to wipe my face off but Denise suggested that I leave it alone, and that seemed wise given what a serious wiping would reveal. I got up to go to the bathroom, but Denise told me to wait. So, I stood there, covered with cum while everyone else chatted. Jim suggested that I might want to work on my other talents, but Connie said, "not now, maybe later." (Maybe later?!)

"Right now, we have to get this girl home to study the film. Practice is no good without analysis, you know."

So I was taken out to the van, with Mike's cum all over my face. Fortunately, no one saw us leaving. In the van, the girls joked with the very silent Buck about how good I was getting at sucking cock, always calling me 'Cherry' and referring to me as 'she'. They both join in, each trying to outdo the other with cleverness. It is sickening. But, they are right, I did do a good job. If I hadn't, I would have been exposed and humiliated in front of my friends.

They took me to their apartment and I rushed up hurriedly so that no one would see me. They let me go into the bathroom alone and I washed off all of the make-up. There was no point in taking off the hooker clothes since I had nothing to change into. When I left the bathroom, I found that I had deviated from their plans. I was taken back to the bathroom for the full make-up treatment once again. I was to be Cherry all day, it seems.

"Come on, Cherry," Denise said as I returned after Connie made me up. "You were great, girl. Let's watch the screening and we'll give you the reviews."

In the living room, the video was already running. I watched myself, still looking like a man, though completely without body hair, on my knees. I guessed that I was just making the decision to keep Buck's monster out of my asshole. I saw myself nodding and him stepping forward to me. Watching this, I couldn't believe that it was just that morning. So much had happened since then. I realized that it was after lunch time and I hadn't had a thing to eat all day. Well, I guess I had had several things to eat, but my stomach didn't feel full. I wasn't thinking about food, though. I was fascinated by what was on the TV—aroused by the sight of it, by the memory of how it felt, how it smelled, how it tasted. 

As the video played, I was increasingly excited and, finally slipped off the girdle-like panties that had so restrained me all day. It felt so good to have the pressure relieved and to allow my long-frustrated cock to rise at its desired angle. I thought I was just doing it to relieve the pressure, but soon I realized that I was stroking my rigid rod, a fact that had not escaped my tormentors. Denise and Connie were watching and giggling to each other about the fact that I could find any pleasure in my humiliation. I took some consolation in the fact that Buck was also stroking his cock. Of course, he hadn't been humiliated, and he was stroking a cock sticking up in men's pants, not one sticking out of a cheap whore's miniskirt.

Embarrassed, I stopped, but the girls insisted that I continue. I didn't protest. I had so much pent up sexual energy, not to mention, I assumed, so much bottled up cum, that I'm not sure I could have stopped if I wanted to—and I certainly didn't want to. Denise said she might come down and help me finish myself off if I stroked myself really nicely. The thought of her sucking my cock in her beautiful little mouth, or, if she chose, putting it in her sweet little cunt, or even just stroking me off, was very exciting—partly, I thought, because it made me feel less like a woman or a queer.

So, I stroked myself, pulling my skirt off and my sweater up. From time to time looking up at her hoping she would come down and give me a hand (or, better, a mouth or a cunt). But she just watched—sometimes me, and sometimes the video—with Connie, and exchanged giggles. Finally, I gave up on her and began working toward a climax. But whenever I did so, one of the girls would tell me to slow down, or to change hands, or something to throw me off my pace.

As I stroked myself and watched the video, Denise prompted me to describe how it felt to be made up like a woman, and to act like a whore. I had to describe how it felt to take each person's cock in my mouth. Did their cum taste different? Which did I like most? Did Jim's uncircumcised cock feel different in my mouth than the others? Which did I find most exciting? Did I think that length or girth mattered more? Did I like it more when I was in control or when a guy held my head and fucked my mouth? Did I like it better when the guy shot his load directly into my mouth, or when he shot it on my face and I licked it off? How much of a turn on was it to put my tongue in Mike's asshole? Did I wish I had a chance to do that to the others? Was I sorry that I didn't get to kiss the others? And so forth. The questions were generally unanswerable; they all presupposed that I liked everything.

When they weren't tormenting me with questions designed to imply that I liked what had happened, they were carrying on a running commentary on the action. Sometimes complimenting me (always calling me 'she' and 'Cherry'), other times pointing out where I had been inadequate in their eyes. Mostly, this was intended as further humiliation. Partly, I began to realize, it was intended to delay my orgasm to the time they felt was proper. It became clear that they thought that was when I was doing Mike. That was okay with me. I just wanted to cum.

So, when the video showed me beginning to undress Mike and kiss him, they let me stroke myself seriously—aiming at an orgasm. It wasn't long in coming. Well, more accurately, it wasn't long before it began—it seemed to go on forever. I spewed cum all over my thighs and stomach, even getting some on my black stockings and my bra. As I was cumming, I watched the video. It was just at the point when Mike was spewing his spunk all over my face. The girls seemed to like the timing. I reached over for something to wipe it off with but Denise, seeing my intention, told me to wipe it with my hand and lick it off my hand. 

"No!" I surprised myself less by my adamancy than by where I'd chosen to become adamant. (Truth be told: I had tasted my own cum before.) I guess I had just had enough. "I've done every disgusting thing you've told me to do. I've been shaved all over, been dressed like a two-bit hooker, sucked cocks, swallowed cum, and done other things I don't even want to mention. And you've recorded the whole thing. You've had your revenge. Now give me a towel to clean up and some clothes and let me take the video and go."

Denise started to say something, but I cut her off. "Don't talk to me about the video. If you're going to give it to my boss and friends, go ahead. I'm not going to let you blackmail me for the rest of my life. It's over! Finished! I'm going home."

"That's too bad. If you leave now, you'll miss act two."

"Act two?! I did act two, and acts one and three and four. No more!"

"Now, dear. There will be an act two. There will be or we will distribute the video where you least want it to go. We're not done with our revenge. We figure we have you for the whole day. But we promise: when the day is over, the revenge is over. You'll be free by the end of the day, maybe sooner if you're good. And then, if you want the video, we'll give it to you."

She seemed sincere, and I really didn't want that video given out. So, I began wiping the drying spots of cum from my chest and thighs. While I did, I had to describe its texture and how it tasted and whether it was different from Buck's or the other guys. Did I like eating my own cum as much as I liked eating other guys' cum? And more of that stuff. The girls pointed out that Buck hadn't made a mess, which was true because he hadn't cum. He was saving it, they said, for later.

When I was clean, the girls took me into the bathroom again for a shower. Carefully removing my wig, I entered the shower. The girls washed me off and it was an even stranger, and more pleasant, sensation than before. Now, my hairless body was hypersensitive to their soft hands. Very erotic. When they turned off the shower, they told me to get on my hands and knees in the tub. I started to ask why, but was told in no uncertain terms that my understanding wasn't required.

I couldn't see what they were doing, but I heard the water running in the sink and soon I felt a plastic tube being shoved up my ass. I felt a novel, and not altogether unpleasant sensation as my ass filled with warm soapy water. When they pulled the tube from my ass, I really had to take a dump. They let me sit on the toilet to spew out the enema. It seemed to go on for a very long time and I felt completely cleaned out, but the girls insisted on two more cleanings. Each time, I would feel my bowels fill with warm water to the point of discomfort. On these last two cleanings, they told me to just let it out in the tub and I felt the warm water run down my legs and into the drain. They rinsed me off when they determined that I was clean enough, inside and out.

I guess act two required me to be Cherry again, so the makeup was reapplied. But before they put my clothes back on, they taped my cock and balls all the way forward, up my stomach with flesh-colored surgical tape. I didn't understand what that was for, but I didn't ask. Then I was dressed as before except for the girdle-tight panties, which they said (laughing between themselves) would only get in the way.

They led me to bedroom continued preparations for "Act 2". Connie started recording again Denise got out an injector for contraceptive foam. She filled it with K-Y jelly and told me to get on my hands and knees on the bed. When I hesitated, she reminded me that the K-Y would make everything else a lot easier. So, she shot my ass full of lubricant and then pulled out a small vibrator which she pressed easily into my ass. She told me to just lie down and relax for a while. Denise left the room, but Connie stayed to keep recording.

When Denise returned, she had something with her but I couldn't see what it was. Connie told her that I loved the vibrator in my ass and I realized that I had been squirming slightly from the, very pleasurable, sensations of it. Denise wiggled the vibrator in my ass and pulled it in and out several times. My ass opened easily to it. Denise suggested moving to something more ambitious, and I felt the small vibrator being removed from my ass.

A new blunt object pressed between my cheeks. From the feel of it, it was one of those cock-shaped vibrators. Denise used her forearm and her other hand to pull my cheeks apart and I felt the pressure of an enormous bulge against my anus. It felt impossibly large as Denise pressed gently, but insistently on it. Eventually, my ass opened enough for her to push it in, but not without a good deal of pain. Denise seemed pleased with herself. She told me to rest again for a while, and Connie continued to video my impalement.

I tried to relax so the pain would go away. After another five or ten minutes of writhing—first in pain, and then in pleasure, I admit—Connie began reaching in front of the camera to play with the huge vibrator. She would twist it, sometimes gently, to hear me moan, sometimes roughly, to hear me wince. As I relaxed enough, she would press it in and out, eventually taking it all the way out and pressing it back in. Finally, she noticed me rear back onto it to feel it more deeply in me and, when Denise returned, said, with a giggle, "He loves taking it up the ass."

"Good thing!" Denise replied with a smirk.

I was led out to the living room, I found that my three friends (very close friends, now—even if they didn't know how close) sitting in the living room drinking beer and talking with Buck. Apparently the girls had invited them over to help me with some other skills.

Denise explained: "Cherry really appreciated the chance to develop her oral technique and the videos showed how much she learned. Here, we'll play it for you, to show you."




Revenge



I was aghast. The video began with me buck naked sucking Buck's cock. They would know. The girls saw my terror and seemed to enjoy it. Thank God, when the video started, it was in the middle, when I was at the apartment with my friends.

"Cherry has gotten pretty good at sucking cock," Connie began. The others seemed to agree. "And she seems to really like swallowing cum now. But she needs to work on taking it up the ass. She's never done that before and she doesn't want to get out on a "date" and not be able to perform adequately. So, we would like you, if you're willing, to break in her virgin ass."

Surprisingly, they were willing.

"Be gentle, though, guys. Remember this is her first time and she is taking it from three pretty well-endowed guys. She wanted it to be you guys because she feels like you are friends and will be considerate of her."

Denise directed me down on my knees in front of the couch so that my chest, with the large padded bra, pressed against the seat cushion and my ass was exposed to the room. She then pulled up the tight miniskirt what little bit it had to be pulled up to completely expose my bare cheeks and virgin asshole to my friends. I understood now what the surgical tape was for and tried to rock my pelvis down so that I wouldn't expose the wrong parts of me.

For some reason, Mike got first dibs on my butt. Maybe they decided to reverse the order. This was too bad, I thought, since he was the biggest of the three. But I didn't get a say in it. While the rest were dividing their attention between my divided cheeks and the recording of me sucking them off, I felt Mike's hands fondling my cheeks, pulling them apart. His thumbs pressed against my sphincter. If I twisted my neck, I could just barely see his face, but I decided it was better to look away. I'm not sure how much it was because I didn't want them to see more of my face than they had to and how much was for the same reason I look away when the doctor is about to give me a shot. 

I felt him lube up his cock with something Connie or Denise had given him and then I felt something soft pressing me between his thumbs—something soft, driven by something long and hard, and big. Despite all the lube, it hurt like hell at first. It was clear that Mike wanted to press in hard and fast, but he remembered to go a little slowly. Gradually, I felt the pain recede as my sphincter relaxed to grant him entry. Once I was fully open and the pain had mostly stopped, it felt . . . well, wonderful. The sensation of his smooth hard cock sliding on that exquisitely sensitive ring of skin sent waves of pleasure through my body. And, when he had gone in deeply the pressure on my insides was delicious. I realized that I wasn't supposed to like this and tried to keep from enjoying it. But Mike was going very slowly and it really felt good, and, in spite of myself, I pressed back on him to feel him deeper inside of me.

"He really likes it," Connie blurted out, stupidly referring to me in the masculine. But no one seemed to notice because she could have been referring to Mike as well. She caught and covered her slip: "You're doing great, Cherry. He's loving it." I looked over at her to see that, beside her, Denise was back to taping everything. Sometimes she panned past the TV that was running the video from this morning, usually, she focused on what was happening now. It didn't matter to me. I turned away and pressed back on Mike's spike.

When he had fucked me till I was completely open and felt only pleasure, I clamped down my asshole and squeezed him ferociously. He let loose an involuntary sound of pleasure and told me to keep doing that. So I milked his cock with my ass as he plowed me. It didn't take long for him to cum. I could feel the jets of hot, stinging cum filling my insides.

Mike pulled out and told me to "lick him clean". I shook my head and, for once, the girls came to my defense. They simply told Mike to go clean off in the bathroom and he left. I guess the girls were showing some mercy. It was hard to be thankful toward them, but I realized that they could have been crueler.

Jim and then Rich had my ass. They popped in pretty easily after Mike. I didn't really feel much pain, though sometimes if they hit me at the wrong angle it would sort of cramp me. I learned how to keep my ass lined up so that it didn't hurt, and I clamped down on their cocks bringing them to orgasms pretty quickly. At one point, I realized that Denise was zooming in for genital shots, which didn't surprise me, but at other times she focused in on my face. I was not showing anguish or pain, or even humiliation. After Rich and Jim had pumped their loads into me I felt like I had had a fourth enema, this time with my friends' cum. There was so much in there I imagined it was sloshing around.

The girls gave my friends the bum's rush, while I was sprawled on the floor and couch in a state of complete confusion. I realized that I was hard as a rock all through the time my friends were fucking my asshole. I almost came at several points and avoided it only by stopping my own motion back onto my friends' cocks and trying to think of something else. I didn't understand what this meant. I wasn't gay, not in any normal sense of the word. I didn't fantasize about guys or find guys attractive. But Connie was right, I did love getting it in the ass.

"Okay," Denise said. "We think we've done enough to you. The score is settled and there is nothing more you need to do."

I should have said, "Thank God," gotten up, dressed and left. I couldn't understand why I didn't do just that. But, what I actually did was say, "No."

They misunderstood. They thought I was threatening to get back at them. Connie said that if I was thinking about retaliation, they'd keep a copy of the video. She said they would never use it unless I tried to get even with them. But if I did try to get back at them, the video would find its way to the most embarrassing places. And she reiterated that it was over.

And I reiterated: "No. . . . Buck. I want Buck."

The girls couldn't believe it. Neither could I, really. But there you have it. What I had tried to avoid in the morning, I was begging for now.

"What do you want from Buck," Denise teased.

I was in no mood to play coy or to argue. "I want Buck to fuck my ass. I want him to fuck me now, to fuck me hard."

Buck was agreeable; Buck's cock was agreeable. Indeed, both were more than agreeable to the proposition and to me. Buck dropped off his clothes and knelt down behind me. I offered my ass to him, not worrying about what I exposed. He put his cockhead just on my anus and held it there, tempting me. Finally, unable to stand it anymore, I pressed back on him, pressing him into me. He pressed forward to enter me fully. I still didn't have any ruler, but I knew—I knew it in my gut—that he was bigger than the others. Again, my sphincter stung with pain and my rectum rebelled. But I forced them to milk his beautiful cock. Before too long, I was fucking him like I had the others: long, hard strokes through a clenched sphincter.

I felt myself nearing an orgasm from the pressure on my prostate, the sensation on my asshole and the friction of my cock rubbing through the tape on the couch. I made no effort to hold back. I welcomed the release as I felt my balls boil and the cum shoot up my cock into the pocket made by the tape against my abdomen. I kept thrusting until I was spent.

Buck seemed to love it too. I think making me cum just by fucking me in the ass was a turn on for him. So it startled me when he stopped and withdrew before he had cum. I didn't know what he had in mind. I was surprised when he stood me up and undressed me.

"We won't be needing these distractions," he said as he took off my wig, and tossed it on the floor. He lifted my sweater over my head and unhooked my bra, casting them on the floor as well. Then, he took off my skirt, revealing my taped cock and balls and a small balloon of cum in the tape. Finally, he took off my stockings. He looked at me and then looked around the room for a second. As he did, I realized that the girls were still recording it all. Buck found something that would serve his purposes: he picked up the sweater and wiped the makeup off my face. As he finished, he kissed me, first sweetly, then deeply. I didn't resist his kiss; I opened my mouth to him.

He lay me down on the couch on my back saying he wanted to see me when he fucked me. Then he pushed my legs up, spreading them to give him access to my ass. As I felt him press against my asshole, I closed my eyes and moaned with pleasure. Suddenly, felt him grab the tape on my cock and balls and, in one swift motion, tear them off. It stung like hell, and when I recovered, I realized that his rigid rod was fully inside of me, reaming me royally. With one hand, he reached down and spread the cum that was still in a puddle on my belly over his fingers. Then, he put them to my mouth for me to suck. I opened my mouth, pulling his fingers into me and licking the cum off them.

Buck pressed in and out of me, gradually accelerating to a fevered rate. He was nearing a climax and I clamped down on the huge shaft pistoning in and out of me to try to intensify his pleasure. The dam burst and wave after wave of cum shot into me, filling me and, I imagined, mingling with the cum of my other friends. Finally, I felt his cock soften and he withdrew it slowly. As it popped out of my anus, I heard myself sort of whimper. I didn't want him to leave.

He continued to kneel there between my legs, his head now resting on my stomach where remnants of the pool of cum still lay. He was breathing hard and I could feel his heart pounding on my thigh.

When he had recovered his breath, I pulled him to a standing position and sank to my knees before him. I held his lovely spent cock gently in my hand and brought it to my lips. He stopped me, as if to ask if I was sure—as if to say that he didn't need this. But I did. And I took him in my mouth to suck the remaining cum from his cock and clean him off, and caress him gently. His cock was covered with cum: his and Mike's and Jim's and Rich's. But I didn't mind that. It wasn't my first taste of cum, after all. There was also the taste of ass on his cock and balls, but that didn't bother me either. It just reminded me of how wonderful he'd made me feel minutes ago when he was deep in my ass.

After a few minutes of my licking and sucking, I felt his rod begin to swell again. With that, I felt a flutter of excitement—my pulse "skipped a beat" as they used to say. I fantasized that maybe I could make him cum again and taste his salty treat on my tongue. As I began to bob my head on his cock, the responding hardening, buoyed my hopes. I felt my own cock harden, too and stole one of my hands away from Buck to encircle my own cock and jack it off.

I tried for a single rhythm: my mouth pumping Buck's still swelling shaft and my hand pumping my own hardening dick. Images flashed through my mind. Images of the events of the day: of cocks in my hands, filling my mouth, splattering my face with cum, of my ass being stretched and violated by my friends. And I saw images of things that didn't happen. I imagined my cock in each of my friends' mouths. Of them lovingly and hungrily sucking my cock dry. Of me kneeling down behind them to pierce their virgin assholes with my hard cock. I let the images flash before me without trying to analyze them or control them.

Suddenly, I felt Buck's cock squirting cum in my mouth. It wasn't nearly as much as he had given me before, but I consoled myself, he had just given me a full load up my ass. I savored what he gave me trying to taste every bit of it. And, I jacked my own cock harder urging my balls to deliver one more load. Suddenly, I felt the inevitability of orgasm, and cum spewed from my cock onto my stomach and hand.

As Buck slowly removed his softening cock from my lips, I brought my hand up to my mouth to swallow my last load of cum. Denise moved the camera in for a close up of me eating my cum. And I heard, as if from a distance, Connie say, "Denise and I were planning to end the day by sucking you off if you were a good sport about the whole thing. I guess you don't really need us to. I guess you found what you wanted."

I had.



Revenge



My cell phone buzzed, making me jump. My first thought was that Megan was calling me, calling me to apologize, calling to ask me to forgive her. Forgive her for screwing me over and kicking me to the curb like a dog. 

I'd been dozing in the old, worn recliner in my darkened living room. The TV was on, and the baseball game I'd been watching was over now. Long since over, judging by the late-night used car commercial that was on and the darkness outside. I checked my watch. Twelve-thirty AM. Last time I'd checked, it had been nine.

Shit, I thought, and looked around me at the empty beer cans scattered around my chair. I'd killed off a couple of six packs of Milwaukee's Best, and my mouth tasted like a toxic waste dump. I also had to take a leak. Badly. 

I worked the recliner's lever as my phone buzzed again. It was on vibrate, sitting on the metal TV tray next to the chair along with the remains of the Hungry Man microwave dinner I'd eaten while watching the first inning. My feet dropped and the chair back pushed me upright. My head was swimming. I realized I was probably drunk, or damn near. 

The thought that it was Megan calling became a near-certainty, through some kind of weird alcohol-induced magic. Shit, I thought, I'm going to rip that bitch a new asshole for what she did. She'll wish she'd never heard of me. 

I grabbed for the phone, missed, and grabbed again. Success. It buzzed again in my hand. I looked at the number - a local area code, but not a number I recognized. Not Megan's number. Disappointment flooded through me, but I stabbed at the "answer" button on the screen anyway.

"Yeah, hello?" I said. My voice was raspy. I coughed.

"Hello," said a woman's voice. It made me sit up and pay attention. The voice was low, smooth as silk, and sexy as hell. 

"Is this Ryan Fendelman?"

"Yeah, this is Ryan. Who's this?"

"My name is Vivian," the woman replied. "You don't know me, but I hope to change that soon."

That throaty voice penetrated my beer-fogged brain like a bright flashlight beam. For some reason, it made me think of dark chocolate drizzled over rich cappuccino. And damned if it wasn't turning me on a little, too.

"Are you there, Ryan?"

"Yeah," I said. "I'm here. What are you talking about? Who are you?"

"Vivian Vanderbilt," she said, and even in my half-drunken state I thought, Right, sure it is, and mine's Elvis Presley. But I didn't feel like calling her out on it. I was too tired.

"That's a nice name," I heard myself say, and instantly felt like an asshole.

But "Vivian," or whatever her name was, just laughed. It was a husky, chuckling sound. It was the sexiest laugh I'd ever heard. My cock suddenly shifted in my boxer shorts. Fuck me, I thought. Who IS this chick?

"That's sweet, Ryan. YOU'RE sweet. But let me tell you a little more about myself. I'm a professional dominatrix."

I blinked, not sure I'd heard her right. 

"Uh, what did you say?"

That laugh again. "I'm a professional dominatrix, Ryan. I abuse men, and sometimes women, for money. Does that shock you?"

"No," I said, lying through my teeth. 

"It's okay, I don't bite," she said, as if I'd said yes. 

I shook my head, trying to clear the fog. "What are you calling me for, Vivian, or whatever your name is?"

"We have a mutual acquaintance, Ryan, she said. "Megan Lafollette? Does that name ring any bells?"

I almost dropped the phone. 

"How the hell do you know Megan?" I said, suddenly angry. "Is this some kind of bullshit joke? You're one of her slutty lesbo friends, aren't you? Don't fuck with me!"

Vivian spoke again, unruffled. Her voice was as silky as when I'd first answered the phone.

"No, Ryan, it's nothing like that. In fact, just the opposite."

I waited for her to go on, still certain that this WAS one of her lesbian pals, maybe the very one she'd been cheating on me with. But there was silence.

"Well?" I snapped. "Are you going to explain what that means?"

"It means that I know Megan very well, and have for a while now, and I know what she did to you. I know about the cheating, Ryan. And I want to help you get even with the slutty little whore."

"What the fuck are you talking about?!" 

"Calm down." The iron tone of command in her voice startled me. She had switched from silky smooth to dominating bitch in seconds. Without thinking, I obeyed, taking a deep breath.

"Better," she said. "Did you know Megan is into bondage, Ryan? I'm going to guess that you didn't. BDSM, ropes, whips, handcuffs, all of it. She's quite the naughty little thing." She chuckled again, liquid dark chocolate issuing from my phone. My cock was definitely coming to attention now.

"How do I know you even know her?" I said. "How do I know that?"

"Well, how about this: she has a small tattoo of a pair of lips on one ass cheek, and a Playboy bunny on the other. Does that satisfy you?"

She was right. Megan did have those tattoos, in those exact places. Not only did this woman know Megan, she had seen her naked.

"So, you still might be one of her girlfriends," I said. "Trying to mess with my head."

"That's true, Ryan, and there's no way for me to prove I'm not. But I think you're interested in what I have to say. Interested enough to keep talking, anyway. Am I right?"

I couldn't deny that I was curious now. It didn't hurt that her voice was turning me on so much, either. 

"Yeah, I'll listen. But how did you get my number, if you're not one of those sluts she hangs around with?"

"You'll understand, if you hear me out. Now, I said I called you because I want to offer you a chance to get even with the slutty whore who cheated on you. You'll never have a better chance than this, Ryan. I guarantee it." 

She paused, and I heard noises in the background. They sounded like muffled thumps, as if someone were moving furniture around.

When she spoke again, it wasn't to me, but to someone there with her. Her voice sounded more distant, as if she were facing away from the phone.

"Stop moving, slut! If you do that again, I'll put the nipple clamps back on!"

What the hell? I thought.

"My apologies, Ryan. Megan is here with me now, and she's...misbehaving." Another chuckle. "Anyway, another thing you probably don't know about your ex is that she is a submissive. That means-"

"I know what it means," I said. "She's there? Prove it. Put her on the phone."

"Of course. She's restrained right now, so I'll bring the phone to her."

I heard the sound of heels clicking on a hard floor. Then Vivian spoke again.

"I'm going to remove your gag for a moment, whore. Your ex-boyfriend is on the phone, and he'd like some kind of proof that you're actually here."

I heard muffled grunts, the sound of a catch being unfastened, and heavy breathing.

Then Megan's voice spoke, and there was no mistaking it: a high-pitched little-girl voice, what I thought of as the Bimbo Barbie voice.

"Mistress, may I speak?" she said.

"Yes, my little pain slut, you may speak," answered Vivian. "Talk to Ryan. Tell him what a filthy little submissive slut you are."

Megan's voice again, much closer to the phone, right in my ear. "I'm a filthy little submissive slut."

Holy shit, I thought. That's my ex-girlfriend on the other end of the line, saying shit about herself.

"Again, louder," said Vivian sharply, in the background.

"I'm a filthy little submissive slut!" said Megan, loud enough to make me hold the phone away from my ear. But damned if I wasn't enjoying this! The bitch that had cheated on me with a woman, had been seeing a dominatrix behind my back, and had dumped me, was degrading herself right here over the phone. I suddenly noticed that my cock was more than shifting in my pants now; it was fucking rock hard. My balls felt swollen, and there was a faint ache starting deep in my groin.

I smiled wickedly to myself, and said "Yeah, that's exactly what you are, you cheating bitch. You fucked me over. I hope that Vivian chick is going to punish you good."

After a moment, Vivian came back on.

"Megan has been my sub for almost six months now. I had no idea she had a boyfriend until I discovered your phone number in her contacts list. If I had known, I would have refused to take her on. I don't commit to a long-term relationship with a sub if I know they are committed to someone else."

That explained how she got my phone number. 

"Well, that's very ethical of you," I said, wanting to sound snarky, but my voice sounded a little shaky in my own ears.

"Yes, I like to think so," said Vivian seriously. "When I discovered her relationship with you, or rather when I forced her to confess to it, I demanded that she either break it off at once, or stop coming to me. I made her choose."

"And she chose you," I said gloomily.

"Yes. But it was her choice. I didn't coerce her one way or the other. And she's under no illusions about the need for her to be punished severely for not sharing this important detail of her life with me."

"Punished? How?" 

"Just a minute."

I heard the click of heels again, and she came back on a minute later.

"I went to another room. I don't want Megan to hear this. Her punishment is for you to have your way with her, while she is restrained and completely helpless." She paused, letting that sink in. "And, she will be blindfolded, so she won't know it's you unless you choose to reveal your identity."

Oh, fuck me. My dick throbbed now. The thought of fucking Megan, or making her blow me, or doing any number of other things to her while she was tied up almost made me cream my jeans. 

Vivian continued. "Megan will think you're a complete stranger, brought in to use her for his own pleasure as part of her sub training. That last part is true, by the way. If you take me up on my offer, it will kill two birds with one stone. You'll have your revenge, and I'll be able to put her through an important stage of her training program."

Training program, I thought. She takes this shit seriously.

I was silent for almost a minute. 

"Ryan? Are you interested?" Vivian said.

"Fuck, yes, I'm interested."

"Good! Can you come now?"

"Yeah." I didn't give a shit about the beer buzz; it was nearly gone now, anyway.

She gave me the address of what she called her "studio," and told me to be there in an hour. 

-

The address was in the industrial part of town, in a block of warehouses that seemed to stretch for miles. After some searching I finally found the right building. It was completely nondescript - no business name on the door, no signs out front, no indication that it was occupied at all. 

What did you expect, I thought, a big neon sign with "dominatrix" in flashing letters?

The parking lot was nearly deserted except for a black Lexus with a vanity plate that read "whpu." It took me a minute to realize it read "whip you." I wondered why she hadn't spelled "whip u," and decided the Bureau of Motor Vehicles probably wouldn't allow something that blatant. Clever, I thought.

I parked next to the Lexus, killed the engine, got out, and locked the car, making sure the anti-theft system was on. Then I walked to the glass door with the address Vivian had given me printed on it. It was dark inside, but by the orange light of the parking lot's sodium arc lamps I could make out a small, disused reception office with a dusty battered desk and a broken chair. At the back of the office was a windowless door. Faint light shone from underneath it.

There was a doorbell, and I pushed the button, keeping it depressed for a good ten seconds. I didn't hear anything from inside the building. The inner door didn't open. I waited a bit, then hit the doorbell again. Still nothing. There was silence except for the faint buzz of the parking lot lights. I banged on the glass door, hard enough to make it rattle in its frame.

"Hey, I'm here!" I shouted. I tried the doorbell again. Nothing.

After waiting another minute or so, I muttered "Fuck this," and turned to go back to my car. The whole goddamned thing had been a fucking joke after all. That bitch and her lesbo friends...

Then I heard something behind me, and turned around.

An overhead fluorescent light had been turned on in the reception office, and the inner door was open. Standing just inside the glass outer door, smiling warmly, was a woman that could only have been Vivian.

I almost dropped my car keys. She was easily the sexiest person I'd ever seen. My first look at her gave me the impression of authority and seductiveness wrapped in a tight and toned package. 

She was tall black woman, at least five-ten, and had a voluptuous figure that was emphasized by her outfit, which consisted of a black leather corset, tight black booty shorts, and knee-length black high-heeled patent leather boots. The corset placed her boobs, which were enormous, on full display. I was surprised her nipples weren't showing, so much tit flesh was exposed. And her face - her face was beautiful, movie-star beautiful, with big, dark eyes; high cheekbones; full, sensual lips. She had long, straight, very dark hair that was pulled back from her face into a ponytail, which was draped over one shoulder and ended just below her boobs. Her skin was a dark cocoa brown. Her age was hard to guess, but from what I could see I pegged her as a late thirty-something.

She stood there in the flickering fluorescent light of the dingy reception office, smiling, hands on hips, one leg cocked to the side as if she were about to start tapping her foot with impatience. I realized she was waiting for me to come back to the door.

I suddenly realized I had been standing there literally with my mouth hanging open. I snapped it shut, and began walking toward the glass door. My heart was racing and my mouth was suddenly dry. It occurred to me that I was nervous as hell.

When I reached the door, she unlocked it and pushed it open to let me in. I stepped inside, and she immediately closed and relocked the door behind me. 

"Ryan?" she asked. Her voice was much more seductive in person. For the second time that night, my cock began to stiffen just from hearing this woman speak.

"Uh...yeah, I'm Ryan," I said through my dry mouth. "Vivian?"

"Yes, I'm Vivian Vanderbilt. I'm so glad you came." She sounded sincere, and offered her hand. Her fingers were long and slender, with perfectly manicured nails.

I took her hand and shook it. Her grip was very firm, bordering on hard, not weak like so many other women I'd shaken with over the years. And she took my hand fully into hers, rather than pinching my palm between her thumb and fingers, another female handshake I hated.

I also noticed, now that I was closer to her, that my guess at her age had been low, probably by ten years at least. There were very fine lines around her eyes and on her forehead, and her dark hair had a few faint flecks of gray. But these features, and what they suggested about her age, didn't lessen her sex appeal. It did the opposite: I was in the presence of a confident, mature, experienced older woman who obviously took good physical care of herself. The word "MILF" came to mind, but her commanding presence made her more than just a sexy older woman who liked fucking young guys. Maybe an über MILF, if there was such a thing.

"Well," she said in a businesslike tone. "Shall we?" She gestured to the open inner door. 

I nodded and stepped through. Vivian came through behind me and closed the door. I heard her latch it. 

We were in the main warehouse space. It was one of the smaller units, but plenty big enough for her purposes, I guessed. It was outfitted as a dungeon, with crosses, racks, stocks, and other restraint devices that I couldn't guess the names of. There was a head-spinning array of whips, floggers, canes, and the like; these were hung from racks attached to the walls around the room. There were also a number of cabinets and armoires with plenty of drawers. I guess those held the small items, like nipple clamps. It was hard to take it all in at once; my overall first impression of Vivian Vanderbilt's "studio" was one of seeming chaos underlain by an organization that wasn't immediately obvious.

"Do you like my little lair?" she said from behind me. 

I nodded. "Yeah, pretty fucking amazing. It looks like you have everything here."

She laughed, that throaty sound. "No, not everything. I'm always adding to my arsenal."

She took me gently by the shoulders and turned me to face her. Our faces were only a foot apart. This close, I could smell some sort of faint, musky perfume that my cock apparently liked, because it stiffened a bit more. I could also see how beautiful her eyes really were. They were a deep brown that was nearly black. 

She looked directly into my eyes, still holding my shoulders gently. 

"Don't you want to know where Megan is?" she asked softly, with a small, wicked smile.

I nodded. "Yeah."

"I thought so."

Vivian let go of me and went to a metal door in one wall. She swung it open. Behind the door, in a small and dimly-lit side room, blindfolded and bound tightly to a large padded black wheel, was Megan.

-

She was nude, blindfolded, and pinned spread-eagled to the wheel, her arms and legs stretched to their fullest and her wrists and ankles tightly pinned in place by big leather cuffs with heavy buckles. Leather straps were buckled tightly across her arms, legs, and torso; there was even a strap across her neck and another across her forehead. Her small, pert boobs, tipped with the sweet little cherry nipples I'd enjoyed sucking and playing with many times before the bitch had betrayed me, were completely exposed. From the red stripes across them I guessed Vivian had recently paid those tits some special attention. Megan's nipples were currently in the grip of cruel-looking metal clamps. Thin chains extended from the clamps to the index finger of each hand. The chains were pulled very taught, stretching her nipples sideways, pulling the little buds into unnaturally long stems. I realized the purpose of the clamp and chain setup: if Megan moved her fingers, even a little bit, it would tug on the clamps and cause her even more pain. Her legs, spread very wide, left her pussy completely vulnerable, open to any kind of use or abuse. To complete the scene, there was a table beside her laid out with an assortment of whips, crops, canes, dildos, and other toys.

Megan was moaning softly when the door opened, but when she heard it, she started speaking.

"Mistress? Is that you? Mistress? God, these clamps really hurt, Mistress! Will you please taken them off? Please?"

She was whining. Vivian, who was standing just behind me, said "Shut your filthy little cocksucking mouth, slut. Just for speaking without permission, you'll endure the clamps for an extra half hour."

Megan groaned. 

"I have the guest I promised you. He's here with me now. His identity is not for you to know, unless he chooses to tell you. It may be someone you know. It could just as easily be a complete stranger."

Vivian walked slowly into the room until she was directly in front of Megan, her big tits pressing into Megan's small ones, making Megan groan again as the clamps shifted. Vivian kissed Megan deeply for several seconds, running her slender ebony fingers up and down Megan's arms and tracing across her tits with manicured fingernails. I could hear Megan whining softly during the kiss, like a small animal trying to get to a delicious piece of food that's just out of reach. 

Finally Vivian broke the kiss, leaving Megan panting.

"Our guest has my permission to use your body for the evening in any way he chooses. You will not be able to stop him. You will not be able to protect yourself. You will not even be able to see him. He will have total mastery over you until the session is complete. Do you understand, slut?"




Revenge



"Yes, mistress," Megan said softly. 

Vivian gave Megan a sharp slap across the face. Megan squealed. 

"Louder." 

"Yes, mistress, I understand!"

"Good. I will turn you over to our guest now. "

Vivian turned away from Megan and walked back to me. I was still standing in the doorway. She patted me lightly on the cheek and whispered, "Enjoy." Then she was gone, closing the door behind her. I was left alone in the small room with Megan.

By this time, my cock was rock-hard and pulsing heavily beneath my jeans, and my balls felt swollen with cum. My heart raced and my breath had become ragged. As I stared at Megan's helpless form strapped to the wheel, and her clamped nipples, and her pussy spread wide open, I was tempted to strip naked and fuck the shit out of her right then and there. It would have been so easy; just bend a little at the knees, position my cockhead against her pussy lips, and thrust upward. 

I managed to resist this impulse. I wanted to have fun with her, toy with her, make her feel the humiliation and helplessness I had felt when I found out she'd been sleeping around behind my back. With a woman, for Christ's sake. 

"Hello" said Megan timidly. "Are you there? Who are you?" She sounded scared. Good, I thought.

I didn't speak, but made sure she was aware of my presence by walking slowly and deliberately closer to her. The floor was bare concrete, and my footsteps sounded loud in the small room. Megan tried to turn her head to figure out how close I was, but she couldn't; the neck and forehead straps had her head immobilized. I stopped about five feet in front of her, and just stood there for a minute, then two, then three. Megan's fear became more intense the longer I remained still. 

"Hello?" Her voice was quavering now. "Hello? Sir? Please say something! Please! Who are you?" 

I said nothing, but instead inspected the "toys" on the table. After some thought, I selected a thin, flexible plastic cane, about three feet long. I bent it back and forth in my hands, getting a feel for it, then swished it loudly through the air, very close to Megan's face. She squealed with shock and surprise. I swished the cane again, this time past her right ear. Megan let out an incoherent cry of panic followed by a flood of words.

"Oh, God, please, sir, please, I'm begging you, please don't cane me, please don't, oh, fuck it hurts so bad when my mistress does it, oh, please, oh fuck..." 

By this point my dick was oozing precum and was trying to burst out of my zipper. I dropped the cane and stripped the jeans off, and my boxer shorts. I was now naked from the waist down. My hard-on bobbed and twitched.

I retrieved the cane and swished it past Megan's nose, missing it by an inch, maybe less. She gasped. Then, I changed things up; I began to tickle her lightly with the end of the cane, over her entire body: her hands, arms, face, breasts, her sore nipples, her stomach, her legs. When I tickled her hands they flexed involuntarily, pulling the nipple chains and clamps. The chains made a soft jingling sound. I finished by stroking the tip across the insides of her pussy lips, making her gasp.

Okay, I thought, time to get down to it.

I waited a few seconds, letting time draw out to heighten Megan's apprehension. Then, I struck my first real blow with the cane. It was across her thighs, and it was hard. She screamed, trying to struggle against the unyielding restraints. 

"Fuck!" she yelled. Her fingers convulsed again, pulling on her nipples.

After a few seconds, I smacked her again, this time across her midsection. She shrieked; the nipple chains jingled. I watched her stretched nipples bend deliciously.

"Oh, God, please say something!" she begged. For a moment I considered speaking, then decided to make her wait a little longer.

Slowly, deliberately, I walked back and forth in front of the wheel, making my footsteps loud, swishing the cane through the air. She tried to follow my movements but her head was too tightly restrained. I stroked the tip of the cane gently across one nipple. She moaned softly. Then, without warning, I flicked the cane hard across the other nipple.

"Ahhhh, God!" she screamed. "Please! Who are you? Tell me who you are!"

I was silent. I laid the cane back on the table quietly, and picked up a red leather flogger. It consisted of a short handle with a number of leather strips hanging from it. I positioned myself to Megan's right, as quietly as I could, so she wouldn't know where I was. Her breath was coming in short, panicky gasps now. Sweat trickled down her face and chest. I watched with fascination as a drop of sweat rolled down her right tit and perched on the end of one pinched and swollen nipple. 

After taking careful aim, I swept the flogger hard across Megan's boobs. There was a loud, wet smack. She cried out in shock and pain. I smacked her boobs again, and she screamed louder this time. Then I waited several long seconds, enjoying the way Megan's panting became gasping, and listening to the low keening sound that had started in her throat. She probably wasn't even aware she was making the noise, I thought. 

I began to swing the flogger rapidly in a circle. With each swing, the ends of the leather strips kissed her tits and nipples with the same wet smacking noise my first blow had made. Her keening became louder, and turned into a continuous whine, interspersed with barely intelligible pleas for mercy. Her entire body jittered in the tight restraints. Her boobs jiggled. They began to turn bright red. The chains jingled and jangled, and I watched the clamps being pulled back and forth.

Finally, I relented. I dropped the flogger to the floor, where it landed with an audible thump. Megan's breasts were swollen and her nipples were a fiery pink. She gasped for breath. Sweat poured freely down her body. Drops of it sprinkled the concrete floor beneath her.

"Oh, fuck, please, whoever you are, please say something!" Megan begged. "I can't fucking stand it, you can do anything you want to me, just please say something!"

I stood back and observed her. Tight, toned, athletic body; long strawberry blonde hair, now dark with sweat; cute sorority-girl face with a spray of light freckles across the nose; perfectly even, white teeth; firm B-cup tits; long, sexy legs. She'd been quite a catch, I thought, the hottest chick at the coffee shop where we'd both worked. I remembered the first time we'd fucked: it had been on our second date, and had been in the back of a movie theater. We'd fucked hard and as silently as possible, both of us getting off the on the risk of getting caught. We hadn't been, but the sex had been incredible. We'd made fucking in public places a regular thing. Now I knew that she got off on even kinkier stuff than public sex. I looked at her shaved pussy, and noticed a wetness there that was more than sweat. 

Then I realized something else: my cock was hard as a fucking rock, and was oozing precum freely. 

Well, shit, I thought. I guess Megan isn't the only one who's enjoying this. 

I moved in very close to Megan. I could feel heat baking off of her taught, sweating body. Hair hung down across her blindfolded eyes. 

"Are you there?" she said suddenly. "You're right in front of me, aren't you? Say something! Say something!" Her voice whined.

I slapped her across the face. She drew in a sharp gasp, and her neck and cheeks began to flush. My hand left a bright red mark. She whimpered softly.

Her nipples were practically begging for attention. Very lightly, I laid one hand onto the soft flesh of her right boob, and began to brush my thumb gently across the tip of the swollen little bud. Megan gasped again, and I thought that this time, it wasn't entirely a gasp of surprise or pain. The pad of my thumb made slow circles, rubbing the puckered skin softly. Megan began to moan under her breath.

"Oooohhhh...," she said softly. "Ohhhmmmmm..."

I placed my other hand over her left tit, and began to give that nipple the same treatment. Only about an eighth of an inch protruded out of the nipple clamp, and after rubbing it a few times, I flicked the tiny pink nub with one fingernail. This produced a small but satisfying cry from Megan. I flicked it again, and again, and again. Her tits jiggled and bounced as her body jerked with each little flash of pain.

After a few minutes of this, I decided it was time for her to know who was tormenting her. Releasing her tits, I put my mouth very close to her right ear.

"Do you know who I am, you cheating little lesbian slut?" I whispered.

Before she had a chance to respond, I yanked hard on the chains. The clamps popped off and clattered to the floor. Megan's scream was loud enough to hurt my ears. 

Then I grabbed the edge of the wheel and gave it a good heave. It was heavy as hell, but I put everything I had into it, and sent Megan spinning around and around. She moaned loudly. Her hair flew in all directions. Abruptly, I stopped the wheel with Megan upside down.

"Ryan?" she managed to gasp. "Ryan?"

"Yeah, it's me, bitch."

"What the fuck?" she said. "What the fuck? Why are you here?"

I didn't answer.

"Ryan? How did you...?"

"Quiet," I said, and made sure she obeyed by kneeling with her head upside down in my crotch, and shoving my sweaty balls against her mouth. 

"Mmmmppphh!" she cried. The vibrations felt exquisite against my sensitive ball sack. "Mmmpphhhh!"

"Yeah?" I said, laughing. "Yeah? Keep talking, slut. It feels fucking great. How do those balls taste?"

I squirmed my balls tighter against her mouth, closed my knees against the sides of her head, and reached down and pinched her nose shut. Immediately she began to struggle, and I felt panicky gasping against my testicles. She sucked them involuntarily in and out of her mouth as she tried to pull air in. 

"That's right, baby, breathe my balls. Breathe my balls. You don't need any air. Just breathe those big balls."

"Mmmmpppphhh!!" 

Her hands were jerking open and closed in fast spasms. Her feet wriggled like trapped little animals. 

I counted out fifteen more seconds, then released my grip on her nose. She sucked in a huge breath through her nostrils, making them flare out. I kept my balls pressed tightly against her mouth. 

I allowed her twenty seconds of air, then pinched her nose shut again. Panic set in immediately. The suction of her mouth around my balls as she tried frantically to pull air in felt fucking amazing. My cock was throbbing and quivering. 

I counted fifteen seconds again, then released her nose. I also moved my balls an inch or so away from her mouth. Megan sucked air in whooping gasps, her chest heaving. Her face was red from hanging upside down. 

"Do you like being smothered with my balls, Megan? Do they smell good? Do they taste good? You'd better give me a nice answer. Remember, I control whether or not you breathe."

"Why are you here?" she pleaded again, once she had enough breath.

I pressed my balls back against her mouth and pinched off her nose. I counted twenty seconds this time, enjoying the feel of her mouth working. Then I released. More whooping gasps. Her chest heaved, making her titties jiggle nicely.

"Don't ask me any questions, slut. If I want you to know something, I'll tell you. Understand?"

Still panting, Megan nodded. 

"Good. Now, do you like the way my sweaty balls taste?"

She nodded. "Yes." 

"I thought so. Now you're going to suck my cock."

I stood up and rotated the wheel a short distance until her mouth was level with my cockhead, which was swollen and purple now. I shoved two fingers into her mouth and forced it open, then shoved my shaft in. Her warm wetness felt amazing. She couldn't move her head; I had total control. I slid my length all the way in, touching the back of her throat and making her retch and cough. 

"Take it," I said in a threatening voice. "Take it all."

I let my cock stay buried in her throat for a minute, savoring the tightness. Then I withdrew until just the head was between her lips. 

"Suck my dickhead," I ordered. 

After a second's hesitation, Megan complied, licking and sucking at the engorged head like a big lollipop. 

"Yeah, that's right. You like my cock, don't you? You gave me some great fucking head when we were together, didn't you? Before you dyked out on me. You haven't lost your cocksucking skills, though."

I began to thrust in and out, face-fucking her. She was helpless to resist it. Her cheeks bulged out with each thrust in. Every time my cockhead pulled out of her throat, there was a little "gluck" sound. I fucked her faster, enjoying the "gluck gluck gluck" coming from her throat. All the time this was happening, Megan was whimpering from deep in her chest, whimpering in humiliation at being strapped to a bondage wheel and helpless to defend herself against getting skull-fucked by her pissed-off ex-boyfriend. 

I reached over and slid two fingers between her pussy lips, which were parted because her legs were spread so wide on the wheel. She was oozing slick warmth there. I began to massage and tease her clit and vag. Soon she was moaning with pleasure instead of humiliation.

"God damn, you are loving every minute of this, aren't you, bitch?" I said. "Every fucking minute! Your pussy is fucking sopping!"

Her mouth was still stuffed with my hard cock, so she was unable to answer. But the dampness between her legs was all the answer I needed. 

I withdrew my dick. Megan panted heavily, her mouth hanging open, and drool fell to the floor in long strings. 

"This is only temporary, you bitch," I said. "My cock will be right back in there in a second." 

I went to the table and picked up a Hitachi wand, which was already plugged into a nearby wall socket. I returned to Megan.

"Open," I ordered. She stretched her mouth as wide as it would go. I shoved back in and resumed the face-fucking. Damn, but her little mouth felt fucking amazing. I had to make an effort not to blow my load down her throat. 

I placed the head of the wand against her inner thigh, close to but not quite touching her cunt. I switched it on. The buzzing produced an immediate reaction. Megan hadn't been able to see what I'd brought back from the table, but she definitely knew what it was now. She squirmed and struggled and made squealing noises that were muffled by my thrusting dick. I saw her leg muscles working hard, muscles toned by many hours in the gym and many miles of running, and realized she was trying to bring her legs together, trying to force the buzzing wand onto her cunt and clit. 

"Oh, no, baby," I said. "Not yet. I'm going to make you beg for it."

I began to trace the wand slowly up and down her both of her inner thighs, coming close to her cunt lips and clit several times, then backing away. I moved it lightly across her lower belly and shaved pubic mound. Megan whimpered around my dick as I face-fucked her. Very slowly, I moved the wand in a circle around her clit, making the circle a little smaller each time around, until the cruelly buzzing head was moving in a tight little "O" with her engorged little clitty at the center. The hard little nub was bright pink, sticking out from its little hood of flesh like a tiny cock. The muffled cries became more urgent, and I saw her try to force her pussy and clit to move so they would touch the wand. It was no use; the restraints were far too tight.  

After a few minutes of teasing Megan's clit, I turned off the wand. She cried out in disappointment and frustration, a sound that felt incredible as it passed through my cock and balls. I continued fucking her mouth for a few more minutes, enjoying her helplessness, then withdrew. My cock was shiny with her salvia and my precum. Strings of spit hung from her lips. She breathed heavily.

"Did you enjoy getting face-fucked, baby?" I said. 

"Yes," she said immediately. I was a little surprised. I had expected more protest. "I loved it." 

I spun the wheel until Megan was completely upside down again. Her cunt was just below my chin as I stood in front of her, and my hard cock pressed against her tits. Her hair hung in a sweaty mess down onto the floor. I lowered my mouth until it was just above her clit. I breathed warm air across her clit and pussy.

"Oooohhhhhh..." she moaned. "Oh, that feels so good..."

I blew on her cunt a few more times, enjoying her moans, then began to kiss and lick and nibble her inner thighs. Her muscles quivered under my lips, and she began to beg.

"Oh, fuck, please eat my pussy, please, please, please," she whispered. 

"What did you say, bitch?" I said loudly.

"Please eat my pussy! Please! I'm so fucking horny, oh, God..."

Very delicately, I flicked my tongue across her clit. Fuck, but the little thing was hard! Megan squealed with pleasure. I flicked it again, and again. Heat baked off her pussy like an oven. 

With no warning, I clamped my mouth over her clit and began to nibble and suck on it vigorously. Megan screamed with pleasure. Sucking, biting, licking, my hands massaging her thighs, my cock rubbing between her tits - the sensory overload drove her crazy. She moaned and whimpered and shrieked over and over, her body taught as a bowstring, her cunt muscles pulsing, her juices seeping from between her spread cunt lips. 

I stepped away for a moment and picked up a thick dildo from the table. It was black and veiny, with a large head, and had a vibrator built in. I returned to eating her clit, and slid the dildo halfway into her vag. 

"Oh, fuck!" she yelled. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, please fuck me with that fucking thing!"

I obliged her. I pushed the dildo in to the hilt, then withdrew it, then pushed it back in, this time turning on the vibration. Her pussy lips were stretched tight around the dildo, which was probably at least four inches around. Incoherent babbling issued from Megan's mouth; I doubted she even knew what she was saying anymore. I fucked her with the dildo while my mouth worked her clit. 

Soon the noises she was making changed, and her thighs began to quiver. I knew she was close. I slowly backed her off, slowing down gradually, then stopping. I pulled the dildo out and spun the wheel, turning her right-side up. 

Her face was deeply flushed, both from pleasure and from hanging upside down for so long. She was moaning softly.

"Please, please, don't stop baby, please make me cum, oh fuck, please make me cum," she begged softly. The blindfold was still secure, I saw; Megan was trapped in a dark world of pain and pleasure and sexual frustration.

I slapped her lightly across the face. She gasped and was silent.

"That's better," I said. "You'll cum when I let you cum."

I lowered my face to her boobs and went to work on those. I'd always loved Megan's tits. They weren't large, but they were perfectly proportioned, and stuck out in a sassy and sexy way that drove me nuts. I buried my face in one, then the other, motorboating them like crazy, biting the warm flesh, sucking the nipples, massaging them roughly with both hands.

"You like having your titties manhandled?" I said. "You like having these little boobies roughed up?"

"Oh, fuck, yes," she groaned. "Yes, yes, yes..."

I showed her tits no mercy. I squeezed and pinched her nipples between my fingers while my mouth continued to feast on her breast flesh. Soon her titties were covered with red welts and bite marks, and her little nipples were swollen again, like they had been when I'd taken off the clamps. 

When I'd had my fill, and Megan was panting like a racehorse, I stopped.

"Are you ready to cum now, you little lesbo slut?"

"Oh fuck yes!" she nearly screamed. "Oh, please please please, I'm so goddamned horny!"

"Good."

I removed the blindfold. She squinted and blinked, even though the room wasn't brightly lit. She looked at me with the green eyes I had found so bewitching when we'd first met. I saw a kind of desperate lust in them. 




Revenge



I unbuckled her arms and legs and head from the wheel. She almost fell forward onto the hard concrete floor. I caught her.

"Fuck, my arms and legs are asleep!" 

"Get down on all fours," I ordered, not giving a shit about her arms and legs.

She submitted, kneeling slowly down onto the cold concrete, then leaning forward until her forearms were on the floor also. I pushed her head down onto the concrete between her hands.

"Raise your ass."

Obediently, she pushed her tight little tush higher into the air. Her two ass tats, the lips and the bunny, got me even hornier than I already was. I had almost forgotten about them, but seeing them reminded me how much I'd always enjoyed taking Megan from behind. And of how much she'd loved being taken that way, at least before going lesbian. I was going to find out if she still liked it; my money was on yes.

I went over to where I had dropped the flogger earlier and picked it up. I stripped off my shirt, leaving myself naked. It was warm in the little room now, and I was sweating. My cock bobbed in front of me as I walked. I couldn't wait to bury it into Megan's tight cunt, but I forced myself to be patient. I had to properly prep the little whore first. 

Positioning myself behind her, I began to flog her ass, lower back, and upper thighs with smooth, regular strokes. 

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

The leather welted her flesh and made her cry out against the concrete floor. But her cries now were a mix of pain and pleasure, every wet smack making her squirm her legs and pussy, and I didn't need her to tell me how much she was enjoying it.

THWACK! THWACK!

"God! Fuck! Oh, fuck!" she shrieked.

I continued flogging her until her entire backside was a lovely glowing red, and her skin was crisscrossed with stripes. Then I tossed the flogger aside.

"Liked that, didn't you, bitch?" I said.

Megan, her cheek still pressed against the floor, said "Oh, God yes, yes, it was fucking amazing!"

Just then, I heard the door to the room open behind me. I turned, and there was Vivian, still done up in her dominatrix outfit and looking fine as hell. She stood in the doorway, booted legs spread, hands on hips, looking at the scene with an amused smile.

"Is it pussyfucking time, Ryan?" she asked sweetly. "I see little Megan has assumed the position."

"Yeah, it is," I said. "And about damn time, too." I massaged my swollen cock. Vivian looked down at it, and arched her eyebrows appreciatively.

"Very nice, baby," she cooed. "I think Megan will appreciate what you have to offer. Isn't that right, slut?"

Without moving, Megan said "Yes, mistress."

"Yes, you will." Vivian walked slowly over to where I stood. Her bootheels clicked loudly on the floor. I couldn't take my eyes off her huge tits as they bounced inside her leather corset. Of course, Vivian noticed me staring.

"Do you like my tits, Ryan?" she asked bluntly, looking me in the face. 

I flushed, suddenly embarrassed by this authoritative woman's direct stare. "Uh, yeah, they're really nice."

"Really nice," she said with a lightly mocking tone. I flushed even more deeply. "Boy, these are the best pair of boobs you've seen in a long time. Admit it."

I nodded. "Yeah, they are. They're fucking fantastic." 

"That's better." She patted my cheek, trailing her long nails down my skin and making me shiver. "Now, shall we take care of our little slut here? I think so. But we should do it properly. Wait here."

Without waiting for an answer, she left the room. Megan remained prostrate on the floor. I stared at her upraised ass and pussy with raging desire. But I didn't want to fuck her, not until I saw what Vivian had in store.

A few minutes later she returned, pushing some kind of low, padded bench on wheels. The bench was about four feet long and two feet wide, and was maybe three feet high. The top was cushioned with riveted black leather. Along both sides of the bench, nearly at floor level, were narrow runners. These runners had cuff restraints at each end. 

"Come here, slut," Vivian said sternly. At once Megan rose and went to the bench. She seemed to be very familiar with it, because she immediately crawled onto it, laying face down and placing her arms and legs on the runners. Vivian went around the bench and pinned Megan's ankles and wrists in place with the restraints. Megan was now bound in a doggy-style position with her legs apart and her pussy and asshole exposed. I saw where this was going, and practically came just thinking about it.

"Ryan, which end would you like?" asked Vivian, standing over Megan. 

"I want to fuck her pussy and ass," I said immediately, my voice a little hoarse with lust. 

Vivian chuckled. "I had a feeling you would say that. By all means, please help yourself." She gestured to Megan's backside. "She's ready for you. Aren't you, you little whore? You're going to be a good slut for Ryan, right?"

"Oh, yes, mistress, I am," Megan said eagerly. Her pussy squirmed against the soft leather beneath it. "Oh, I'm so horny," she said plaintively.

Vivian's eyes narrowed. "Quiet. We aren't interested in what you want. This is for our pleasure, not yours."

"Yes, mistress. I'm sorry, mistress."

I moved around behind Megan, massaging my burning cock, smearing precum all over the head. Her little holes looked inviting. She continued to squirm, making her pussy open and close a little. I stepped in closer, placing one foot on the end of one of the runners and my hands on the small of Megan's back. I saw the trampy little tattoos again, and gave each one a hard smack with my hand. Megan yelped. Then I positioned my cockhead between her wet pussy lips and slowly, slowly eased myself in.

And oh, fuck me, it was heavenly. Her cunt was tighter than I remembered; she must have been doing exercises to tone it up. It felt like a thick and slippery rubber band clenched around my shaft. I pushed all the way in, listening to Megan groan loudly with pleasure. I pushed in until I was balls deep, and I worked my hips around in a small circle so my balls would brush against the little slut's hard clit. I could feel her nub tickling my ball sack. She whimpered in response.

"Fuck, yes, you love it, bitch, tell me you love it," I grunted at her.

"I love it, I love it, oh fuck, I love it!" Megan shrieked. "Please, please, please fuck me!"

Then I noticed that Vivian had moved around to Megan's front and was standing directly in front of her upturned face. She was now wearing an enormous strap-on dildo. It was bright red, made of some kind of hard but flexible material, at least ten inches long. I couldn't see Megan's face from where I was, but what Vivian said next told me everything I needed to know.

"That's right, little slut, you're going to get spit roasted," she said sweetly. "Your ex-boyfriend on one end and your mistress on the other. And you're going to take it like a good whore."

Megan nodded frantically, her strawberry blonde hair flying up and down. I reached out and grabbed a handful of it and yanked back, hard. Megan cried out in pain. Her head was now tilted back at an uncomfortable angle, but it gave Vivian full access to Megan's mouth.

Vivian looked at me. "Thank you, baby! What a nice gesture. Chivalry isn't dead after all. Keep her head just like that."

"No problem," I said. I twisted a loop of hair through my fist and held onto it as I began to fuck Megan in earnest, ramming my shaft in and out of her stretched pussy, feeling my balls slap her clit every time I pushed in. Megan arched her hips into each thrust, greedily trying to get even more of me inside her slutty little cunt. I buried my cock as deep inside her as it would go, forcing little screams from her mouth with every thrust.

"She's enjoying your cock!" said Vivian. "Very nice work, Ryan."

I didn't answer; I was too busy wallowing in the intense pleasure of having my cock squeezed and massaged by those tightly toned cunt muscles. It was taking all of my willpower not to cum; I wanted to make sure I had a chance at her asshole, too.

Vivian had inserted her strap-on into Megan's willing mouth, and was face-fucking her in earnest now. I heard the same "gluck" sound now that I'd heard during our earlier face-fucking session on the wheel, only this was even louder and accompanied by a small retching noise every time Vivian thrust her hips and shoved the dildo in. I imagined this was because Megan's head was yanked so far back. The bitch probably gagged every time the big fake cock went in. Vivian had Megan's head between her hands, holding it perfectly still, making her a passive receptacle, completely helpless to resist having her mouth violated. But I could tell by the flowing wetness around my cock that my slutty ex-girlfriend loved being treated like this. 

Vivian and I got a nice rhythm going, so that Megan had a cock, fake or real, deeply inserted into her at all times. She rocked her body back and forth on the padded bench, as much as the restraints would allow, trying to maximize the pleasure of each thrust into her pussy and mouth.

"I think she's enjoying this a little too much," I said to Vivian.

"You're right, baby," said Vivian, and retrieved a riding crop from the table, which was within easy reach of where she stood. She handed it to me. "You do the honors."

I took the crop and began to smack Megan's ass, thighs, back, and shoulders with it. Each blow produced a flat crack that seemed loud in the small room. Megan's moans turned into screams of ecstasy, combined with whimpered pleadings to fuck her harder and faster. I was deliberately fucking at only a moderate pace, to keep her from cumming. I also wasn't touching her clit, except for the slapping it was receiving from my swollen balls. It must have been driving her fucking crazy. I knew how badly she needed to cum. 

In the middle of working Megan over with the crop I saw Vivian begin to strip off the leather corset. Without breaking her face-fucking rhythm, she undid the ties and loosened it, then let it fall to the floor. I was treated to the gorgeous sight of Vivian topless, a light sheen of sweat covering her delectable ebony skin, her large tits bouncing as she moved. Her nipples were huge - long puckered buds the color of dark chocolate. Her areolas were huge, too, the size of small saucers. I practically started drooling, and had to focus every ounce of my willpower not to blast my load into Megan's pussy. 

Vivian saw me staring at her boobs, smiled, and began to play with them. She cupped one in each hand and lifted them, and squeezed them together. She lifted a nipple to her mouth and sucked on it sensually. Then she pinched both nipples between the thumb and index finger of each hand and began to roll them gently back and forth. 

"Oh fuck," I groaned, feeling my balls and cock throbbing. "Oh, fuck, you have fucking great tits."

"I know," she said wickedly. "Want to play with them?"

"Fuck, yes," I said.

"Then come over here." 

She pulled the dildo out of Megan's mouth. Megan made a disappointed whining sound, and Vivian gave her a sharp slap across the cheek for it. Vivian gestured for me to come to her. With some regret, I slid my dick out of Megan's pussy (she was silent this time) and walked around the bench to Vivian.

Immediately, Vivian grabbed my head between her strong hands and pressed my face into those glorious tits. I was enveloped in coffee-colored flesh, smelling of some intoxicating perfume mixed with a light aroma of her sweat. She ground her boobs against the sides of my face, keeping my head pressed firmly in between them. It was fucking heavenly. I started getting dizzy, needing air, but not wanting to come out from between those boobs. 

Then she released me, and I drew in a gasping breath. After a moment, she pulled me in again, but this time not between them. She pushed my face directly into her left tit, so the nipple was squarely in my mouth. Without thinking I began to suck at it greedily, and I vaguely heard Vivian making low noises of pleasure. The long nipple was deliciously stiff and sweaty. After a minute, she switched me to the other tit and I gave it the same treatment.

Finally, she pushed my head away with a gentle shove. I was panting. 

"Oh, fuck me, that was amazing," I managed to say. 

"I know," Vivian said. "I think Megan enjoyed it too."

I turned to look at Megan, who was only a few feet away from us. Her face was turned up to look; she'd been watching the whole thing. A look of furious jealousy mixed with lust was on her pretty face. 

"Didn't you, little slut? You liked watching your ex-boyfriend play with your mistress's titties, didn't you?"

"Yes, mistress," Megan said sullenly. 

"I thought so. If you liked that, you'll like this even more."

Vivian grabbed my shoulders and pushed me to the floor on my back. I was still naked, and the concrete was icy cold against my sweaty skin. My cock jutted up at an obscene angle. She stripped out of the little booty shorts, revealing no panties underneath - just a clean-shaven brown pubic mound and a small dark slit. She left the boots on, and stood over me, planting one spiked heel on either side of my torso. Looking up, I could see her pink cunt between her slightly open pussy lips. I groaned with pure lust. 

"Megan, I'm going to ride your ex like a cowgirl now. He's going to give me as many orgasms as I demand, and you're going to watch. You will not be able to get any sexual relief; you will be left frustrated. You will not even be permitted to masturbate."

Megan wailed at this, tears streaming from her eyes. 

"But mistress, please, I'm so horny, I can't stand it, please..."

"Quiet, whore."

With that, Vivian slowly lowered herself down until her pussy lips hovered less than an inch from my cock. She grasped my shaft with her slender but strong fingers, and I groaned again. It felt so fucking good. Then, ever so slowly, she eased my cockhead between her pussy lips, and knelt astride me, pushing herself all the way down on my shaft.

I became lost in delirious pleasure. The exquisite sweet wet tightness made Megan's cunt seem only average. This woman knew exactly how to use her pussy; every muscle seemed trained to deliver maximum pleasure. With frustrating slowness she rose up again, then sat back down, then rose, then sat. Her cunt passage dragged at my sensitive cock flesh, sending electric tingles up and down my spine. I tried to thrust upward, but Vivian just rose with me, denying me the extra friction I wanted. 

"Fuck!" I cried out in frustration. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"No, no, baby. We do this my way. I'm in charge. You lay still."

There was no disobeying that silky, commanding voice. I lay as still as I could, the cold concrete against my back, the mind-blowing warmth enveloping my cock. I looked over at Megan; she was staring at us with her mouth hanging open and tears of frustration running freely down her cheeks. She looked like a whipped puppy. I smiled at her.

"Damn, your dominatrix is a good fuck," I said to Megan in short, panting gasps. Her only response was a whimpering moan. 

Vivian gradually began to increase the pace, and she finally allowed me to thrust up into her in rhythm with her movements. The pleasure tripled instantly. My poor, aching balls were so full of cum I thought they would burst. Her pussy lips pulled and sucked at my cock skin, and her vag muscles worked the shaft expertly. I closed my eyes and began to groan loudly. I couldn't help myself. I felt Vivian's hands close around mine and lift them to her boobs. I grabbed them and started to squeeze and grope and massage with frantic lust. 

"Pinch my goddamn nipples!" she commanded.

I obeyed instantly, rolling and squeezing them between my fingers. Vivian cried out with combined pain and pleasure. She reached down and returned the favor, scratching and clawing my own nipples with her manicured nails. I shrieked. It fucking hurt like hell but felt incredible at the same time.

Suddenly her fucking became more urgent. She threw her head back and screamed at the ceiling. Her pussy contracted into an impossibly tight little tunnel, crushing my dick. I screamed too. There was a spasm, and my cock was bathed in a slick wetness that hadn't been there before. 

Vivian wailed for what seemed like forever, clenching my dick with her cunt. Then, finally, the pressure relented and Vivian looked down at me, panting and gasping.

"That was orgasm number one for me, baby," she said. "I want three more. Then you are allowed to cum." She looked over at Megan with a cruel smile. "And little miss slut here gets to watch. But no cumming for her. No, no, no."

Megan whined deep in her throat. I could see her backside squirming frantically as she tried to rub her cunt against the leather of the bench. I knew it was no use. The setup was deliberately designed to prevent the slave from gaining any sexual relief without permission.

What came next was a haze of pleasure and frustration that seemed to last an eternity. Vivian's tight cunt, her bouncing tits, her nipple play, my hands all over her smooth brown skin: these were the sensations I would remember for a long time afterward. It was punctuated occasionally by a savage orgasm on Vivian's part. They didn't seem to diminish in intensity no matter how many she had. And she ended up having six more while riding me, not three. I didn't dare protest when the third orgasm came and went and she showed no signs of allowing me to cum. I was afraid if I did, she would get up off my cock and the whole thing would be over. 

Finally, I heard the words I'd been waiting for.

"You may cum now, Ryan."

Thank God, I thought, and started to fuck Vivian harder.

But suddenly she lifted herself off my dick and stood up, leaving me bobbing and twitching in the cool air.

"What the fuck?" I yelled, staring at her. I'd temporarily forgotten all about Megan.

"Don't worry baby, I always keep my promises. You can cum now. But I want you to do it in our little slut's ass."

Realization dawned on me. This was my ultimate revenge on Megan - to violate her anally and deposit my sperm deep in her rectum. She had never consented to anal sex during our relationship, saying it wasn't her thing or that it was "gross." Vivian must have known this, must have gotten it out of Megan at some point, because this had obviously been her plan all along.

I stood up slowly, a wicked smile spreading across my lips. I looked at Megan, helpless, strapped to the bench. She looked back at me with wide eyes. Her makeup was streaked down her face. She shook her head violently.

"No, no, no, not in the ass, please..."

Vivian smacked her hard across the ass with her open hand. Megan shrieked.

"Be quiet, bitch. Ryan has my permission to ass-fuck you, and you will take it. And you will thank him afterward. And, you'll remain quiet while he does it."

To ensure this, Vivian took a black ball gag from the table of toys and fixed it firmly into Megan's mouth. It was huge, and forced her small mouth to stretch open wider than I would have thought possible. Megan's eyes bulged and drool almost immediately began to leak from around the gag. I could hear her trying to make noise, but the gag muffled it almost completely.

"There," said Vivian, admiring her handiwork. "That should keep the little slut from bothering you. Now, take her asshole while I watch."

She didn't need to tell me twice. I moved around behind Megan. She tried to follow me with her eyes but I was quickly out of her line of sight. I stood directly behind her, legs on either side of hers, my cock just inches from her asshole. Her little rosebud was pink and clean, puckered like a tiny mouth that has just eaten something sour. 

"Has she ever been ass-fucked before?" I asked Vivian. I knew I hadn't taken her anal cherry.




Revenge!



Revenge! Or I Never Wanted This, but... Wow! 

By Mistress Tawny Suede

*****

Chapter 1

Bobby Bradley knelt by the side of the road. He was mildly drunk and high from the first joint he had ever smoked. The cop leaned back against Elizabeth's sports car and took firm hold of Bobby's head. Bobby was afraid his blonde wig would come loose so he let his head be guided. As the cop's large cock pushed past his lips and into his mouth, Bobby replayed in his mind the events that had led him to this moment! It was all Jack Morris's fault, he told himself, but that still did not save him from giving this cop a blow job!

It had begun the night before, Friday night. Peggy Conroy had phoned him up to cancel their Saturday night date. She said she was sick and would not be able to see him all weekend! He was disappointed. They had planned to go to a movie and then were going to go to Make Out Point in his jalopy. Bobby had been dating Peggy exclusively for the past three weeks. He would have liked to have been going out with Elizabeth Fox too, but she seemed to be infatuated with Jack Morris and Bobby had not been able to get a date with her.

Saturday morning Bobby had gone to the school yard to meet up with a bunch of their classmates for a game of pickup basketball. He had seen Jack there, and Jack had filled him in on the truth - Elizabeth had also cancelled her date with Jack. She'd had a call from a friend at college who needed a couple girls to go out on dates with some of her college classmates. Elizabeth had volunteered herself and Peggy, so the girls had packed up first thing this morning and driven out of town for their big dates tonight! They would not be back until late Sunday night.

Jack was really steamed, Bobby could see. But what could they do about it? Jack told Bobby that he was thinking of a plan for the guys to get their revenge and he would call him later! Bobby was mad at being so easily dumped, and told Jack he was game for anything!

An hour later Jack phoned Bobby saying he had a great plan and told Bobby to be at his place at five pm. He also told him not to worry about what he was wearing. Bobby probed for more information, but Jack was being mysterious.

At five pm Bobby parked his jalopy outside of Jack's parent's house. He was surprised to see Elizabeth's red sports car parked in Jack's driveway. And he was even more surprised when he rang the doorbell and Elizabeth opened the door!

"Elizabeth, what are you doing here?"

"Come in, Bobby." said Elizabeth sweetly. "I've got a surprise for you!" She must have a cold Bobby thought, as her voice sounded just a bit off.

"Where's Jack?"

"He's in his room. He'll be with us shortly. Sit here beside me on the couch!" She patted the couch with her perfectly manicured hand. "I have a glass of water here for you, I know you must be thirsty!"

Bobby drank half of the glass. He WAS thirsty. The water tasted a bit odd, but he put that down to the differences you find in each house.

"I thought you and Peggy had dumped us for the weekend, Lizzie!" Elizabeth smiled at Bobby and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek.

"Oh you are so naive, Bobby!" she said as she stood up. She twirled around, letting him examine her from all sides. "Do you think I look good, Bobby!"

"You always look good to me, Elizabeth! You know that!"

"Do I still look good, NOW!" said Elizabeth, with Jack's voice.

Bobby was stunned! "Jack, is that you? I mean... What!"

Jack Morris's knees buckled and he laughed and laughed and laughed at his friend's puzzled expression!

"Yeah, it's me, Bobby! Pretty convincing, eh?"

"I... I couldn't tell the difference! My god, how did you do that? How can you look just like Elizabeth???"

"It takes a lot of preparation, Bobby, believe me. And in a couple hours, you are going to know!"

"What?"

"You remember back at Hallowe'en, Elizabeth took me to one of her swanky rich folks Hallowe'en parties and I refused to tell you what costume I had worn?"

"Yeah..."

"Well Elizabeth decided it would be fun if we both went as witches, in fact as identical twin witches. So she convinced me to let her dress me up as her double. It took a couple hours of work and it helped that we are the same size more or less. At the end of it I was astounded to see that no one could tell us apart! We won first prize that night, and I have to tell you the sex afterwards was fantastic, the best I've ever had!

Bobby's anger rose at the idea of Jack fucking Elizabeth!

"Well," continued Jack, "since then I've dressed up a few more times, looking just like Lizzie, and I've gotten pretty good at it, as you can see!"

Bobby could see! If not for the voice, he would be convinced this was Elizabeth in front of him!

"And this has something to do with your plan for tonight?"

"It sure does," grinned the false Elizabeth. "I'm going to work the same magic on you and turn you into a double for Peggy, and then we are going to go out this evening, do bad things and ruin the girls' reputations! No one else knows that they are out of town, so they won't be able to prove that they didn't do the things that we are going to do while pretending to be them!"

Bobby's mind began to spin... too many do's and don'ts and didn'ts... but most of all... he would pretend to be Peggy? "Aw, come on Jack. You can't make me look like Peggy!"

Three hours later... (remember this IS a TG fantasy story!)

Jack had not let Bobby look in a mirror at all. For the past several hours he had worked hard on Bobby, getting him to shower and shave his body completely, then applying makeup to his face (particularly covering his freckles) , using a bit of glue to hold a blonde wig in place, and then getting him to put on a dress and undergarments. Bobby had breasts inside of his bra - even if they were just balloons filled with birdseed, they gave weight to his chest.

Bobby was now wearing stockings which felt strangely erotic on his legs, and for the past half hour he had been wandering around Jack's house on three inch heels, gaining confidence the more he walked. He also practised raising his voice to a pitch closer to Peggy's voice.

Finally at eight thirty, Jack touched up his own makeup and handed Bobby a purse. "Well, Peggy, are you ready to see yourself?"

Bobby nervously said yes and Jack led him to his mother's bedroom where there was a full length mirror. When he looked in the mirror, he was shocked to see Peggy and Elizabeth looking back at him. He raised and lowered a hand. He posed with hands on hips. He turned. The Peggy in the mirror followed his every movement.

"Oh my god, Jack! I don't believe it! I really do look like Peggy!"

"Your voice, Bobby! Your voice!" reminded Jack, in Elizabeth's voice! "Everyone tonight has to think that you are Peggy for our plan to work!"

"Right, right!" replied Bobby in his Peggy voice. He grinned at his friend and rival. "This might really work!"

"Okay, let's go!" said Jack, leading Bobby out the door to Elizabeth's car. "I convinced Lizzie to lend me her car as a consolation prize for the weekend. I didn't have this plan in mind at the time, but it will come in handy tonight!"

Bobby had difficulty lowering himself into the passenger seat of the sports car, with his three inch heels, but he eventually managed. "So, where to first?" he asked Jack.

"First we get comfortable in public. We're going to dinner at a nice restaurant. We have reservations at nine and should just get there in time!"

Bobby was nervous when they entered the restaurant. Elizabeth was obviously a regular here as the Maitre D greeted Jack as "Miss Fox" and told Bobby, "It is nice to see you again, Miss Conroy. Ladies, your table is not yet ready. If you would like to go to the bar, you may order a complimentary drink!"

At the bar, they were asked for id to prove their age. Bobby and all of his friends had reached the age of consent, and the drinking age, during the past year and so they could legally drink, but what was Bobby going to show the bartender to prove this? He hadn't thought to bring his own wallet.

Jack reached into his purse and handed his identification to the bartender who looked at it, nodded and returned it to the dark haired beauty. He turned to Bobby.

"Show him your driver's licence, Peggy." said Jack. "It's in your purse!" Bobby opened his purse which he had not previously looked in. Amongst the makeup he found a driver's licence - Peggy's licence! The bartender looked at it and handed it back.

Jack stopped Bobby before he ordered a beer. Instead the "girls" ordered Cosmopolitans. Once they had been served and the bartender was out of earshot, Bobby asked Jack, "How?"

"Last night when I went to Elizabeth's place to pick up her car, the girl's purses were laying on a table. I sort of helped myself to a few things from them that be useful this evening!" Elizabeth's face smirked at Bobby.

"You stole from the girls?!?"

"Yep, and it will serve them right. By the time we are through this evening..."

The Maitre D collected them at that point. He took them to seats on the outdoor patio. It was a warm summer evening. They asked for drink refills when the waitress came by. Jack opened his purse and took out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. He gave the lighter and one cigarette to Bobby, putting another to his own lips and asked Bobby to light the cigarette for him.

"But we don't smoke! I've smoked maybe five cigarettes in my life."

"You're right. But the girls don't smoke either, and we want to make them look bad. This restaurant is the first step. Look around. There are several people who know Peggy and Lizzie, and several more who are friends of their parents. That is why I picked this place! Our first step here is to be rude and obnoxious to people. Part of that will be appearing to be drunk, and smoking a lot!"

Bobby flicked the lighter and lit the cigarette that Jack held in his demure hand. Bobby noted that his fingernails were bright red and long, just as Elizabeth's would have been. He lit his own cigarette and realized his own fingers looked just as feminine!

When their second drinks came, Jack took a quick sip of his, made a horrible face and loudly told the waitress that the drinks were wrong. Everyone in the restaurant looked as Jack sent the drinks back and demanded that they be remade!

"Boy, you really sounded like Elizabeth then!" Bobby smirked.

"That's the whole point, Bobby!" said Jack, laying his hand on top of that of his friend.

When the replacement drinks arrived, Jack took a sip and pronounced them to be fine. When some friends of Peggy's parents stopped by the table to say hello, Bobby was polite but vague to them. He did manage to insult the way the woman was dressed and they left in a huff. While this was going on, Jack discretely dropped a small tablet into Bobby's drink. The tablet instantly dissolved.

When the appetizers arrived, Jack was about to order another drink, but the waitress brought two more drinks, saying that they were compliments of the two men at the bar. Bobby was startled, but Jack smiled. He batted his eyes at the two tall handsome men at the bar, and lifted his drink to toast them. Bobby did the same. The men saluted them back, and then made their way over to the table.

Jack invited them to join them for dinner and Bill and Chuck accepted. The two men looked to be in their early thirties. They turned out to be salesmen, in town for the night only, and looking to enjoy an evening of drinking and, of course, looking for some friendly local gals to spend some time with.

Bobby was very uncomfortable but for some reason he was feeling very hot and... uncomfortable in other ways. He could feel his cock trying to get erect in his panties, and he had no idea why.

The men proved to be amiable companions while they all ate their meals. Bill managed to slowly work his chair closer to Jack's and at some point his hand came to rest on top of that of the dark haired beauty and stayed there. Chuck meanwhile kept Bobby in animated conversation. When telling about himself, Bobby had to keep reminding himself that he was telling Peggy's story, not his own! The guys turned out to be smokers as well, and so all four had several cigarettes over the next hour. Several times, Bobby saw people at other tables eye him with displeasure, obviously friends of the Conroy family. He would just smile, give them a little wave, and blow smoke in their direction!

Jack said he had to go powder his nose and asked Bobby to join him. The "girls" excused themselves. Bobby almost walked into the men's washroom, before Jack grabbed his arm and guided him to the women's stalls.

There were a few other women in the washroom. Jack opened his purse and began to touch up his makeup. Bobby looked in the mirror and realized that he needed to make some repairs of his own, but was not sure how. Jack guided him on how to use the makeup in his purse, and then Bobby reapplied his own lipstick. While searching through his purse he came across a couple of reefers!

"Bobby, you are not flirting enough with Chuck!" said Jack.

"But he's a guy!" said Bobby.

"But he's a good looking guy. Bill is pretty handsome too," Jack giggled.

Jack giggled? wondered Bobby. What's going on?

"We want the girl's to come off looking bad tonight. We only have tonight to make this work, so do whatever you had to do to make Peggy look bad!"

"You like flirting with guys, right?"

"Um, yeah, sure, I guess," said Bobby, his fogged mind latching onto the suggestion. "I guess I just never really thought of it before!" Somehow the idea DID seem right to him after all. The idea made him all agitated... horny even. As he returned to the table, his three inch heels click clacking on the floor, his cock became erect at the thought of teasing Chuck. Fortunately his dress fit loosely enough that his unfeminine bulge did not show.

Back at the table the guys had ordered yet another round of drinks. Bobby was feeling giddy and did not object when Chuck moved his chair even closer and took Bobby's hand in his. He noticed that Bill now had his hand across Jack's shoulder and his other hand had a firm grip on Jack's hand.

Jack and Bill were lost in their own conversation and Bobby ended up talking more intimately with Chuck who was telling him that he was a very beautiful young lady! Bobby blushed. Their faces were just inches apart. Bobby was definitely beginning to feel turned on, but he could not figure out why. After all, this was a guy he was flirting with!

Bobby noticed Bill give a start. He realized that Jack's other hand was below the table. From the position of the bodies of the two, Bobby realized Jack's hand would be resting on Bill's thigh and then put his own hand down on Chuck's thigh, running his hand slowly up and down the man's leg. In turn, Chuck ran his hand up and down Bobby's hairless arm, sending shivers throughout the crossdressed lad.

Bobby was thinking how handsome Chuck looked but his thoughts were cut short when Bill sadly informed their new found dates that he and Chuck had to return to their hotel for a late night evening telephone conference call, but asked if the girls would like to join them at the hotel bar in an hour or so. Before Bobby could say anything, Jack agreed for the both of them.

As they all stood to leave, Bill put his arm around Jack's waist and drew the raven haired beauty to him. He kissed Jack on the mouth, and Jack enthusiastically kissed him back. Eyebrows raised at various tables around them. Chuck tried to kiss Bobby, but Bobby turned his head and the kiss ended up on his cheek. However, Bobby did give Chuck's hand a hard squeeze, which Chuck returned.

In the parking lot, as the guys drove away, Bobby looked at his friend. "You kissed him! You kissed a guy! Are you gay!"

"No, Bobby, I didn't kiss a guy. Elizabeth kissed a guy. And no, I am not gay. But you know, a girl has to have fun! That was actually a pretty good kiss! If we are going to make the girl's look bad, we have to be prepared to go a bit further than just holding hands!"

"So we have an hour to kill before we meet the guys at their hotel," said Bobby as he checked his makeup in the visor mirror. "Should we just head there now?"

"Drinks are too expensive at the bar there. I don't mind drinking there once the guys show up and will buy us drinks, but in the meantime, let's make a stop!"

Jack drove them to the neighbourhood where Peggy lived and they parked outside a corner liquor store. They were both feeling a bit woozy and Jack did not park very straight, which several people noticed. Some of those people said hi to "Peggy" as they went into the liquor store. Inside Jack ordered two mickey's - one rye and one vodka - and two packs of cigarettes. They had to show their ID to the owner, and he frowned at Bobby, disapprovingly, saying that he went to Fox with Peggy's father. Getting in the spirit of the evening, Bobby lit up a cigarette in the store, despite the no smoking signs. The owner was not pleased and told Bobby that he would be reporting this to Peggy's father. Bobby told the old man to go fuck himself!

Jack paid with one of Elizabeth's credit cards and turned to wave at the closed circuit camera filming them at the counter, ensuring that Elizabeth was plainly visible in the store!

Outside Jack hugged Bobby and they climbed in the car. While the store owner was watching through the window, they each opened up a bottle and took a long drink. Bobby screwed up his face at the taste. As they drove away, with their open bottles of liquor, Bobby could see the store owner pick up his phone and dial someone. Hopefully, Peggy's father!

Five minutes later Jack had driven the hot little car out to a country road and the two friends were laughing and enjoying themselves while taking sips from their liquor. Jack then reached into his purse and pulled out a joint!

"What are you doing with that?" asked Bobby.

"What do you think, silly?" said Jack as he put the joint to his lips and leaned towards Bobby. His hand rested on one of Bobby's and did not let go when Bobby lit the joint for Jack who sucked in strongly. He exhaled and then passed the joint to Bobby. "Here, try it. You'll like it!" Bobby was wary, but as soon as Jack told him to take a hit, he was willing. It was almost as if he was willing to do anything, so long as Jack told him to. He shrugged and took a hit. For the next couple of minutes they shared the joint. Bobby was aware of Jack's hand stroking his thigh. His cock became erect at the thought of Elizabeth teasing him.

It was time to head to the hotel. They rolled down the windows to air out the car as they headed back into town. But then, Bobby noticed flashing lights behind them. At first Jack sped up, but then he realized the futility of outrunning the police and he pulled over. The police car pulled up behind them, and two policemen approached their car, one on each side!

"Hello officer, is something the matter?" asked Jack in his sweetest Elizabeth voice.

"License and registration please, Miss Fox!" said the officer. "And your friend can show her identification to my colleague please!"

Bobby rolled down his window and fumbled in his purse to hand Peggy's license to the burly officer on his side of the car. The cop grabbed Bobby's purse and started searching through it.

"You know my name, officer. Have we met before?" asked Jack.

"We've done this several times before, Miss Fox. Almost weekly it seems. And it is Trooper Henderson, remember?"

"Oh yes, of course, trooper!" Jack batted his eyelashes at the young handsome officer.

Henderson's partner looked over at him and held up the two joints he had found in Bobby's purse. The officers ordered the two girls out of the car and took them to the back of the vehicle.




Revenge!



"My partner Trooper Samuels and I have conducted a legal stop and search, ladies. We had cause to stop you because you were driving erratically." Henderson pushed Jack so that his hands splayed against the trunk of the car and kicked his legs wide. Samuels did the same to Bobby. The officers then ran their hands up and down their bodies, searching. Thankfully neither probed their groins very carefully, so their secrets in their panties were safe. They then told the pair to turn around and face them.

"During our search we found open liquor in the car. We also found several sticks of marijuana, and from your actions we believe you each to be impaired. Miss Fox, the entire town has great respect for your father and all that he does for the community. But if you continue to flaunt the law like this I will have no choice but to take you in and book you." said Henderson. "Do you understand the seriousness of what I am saying?"

Jack nodded, but also looked at Henderson mischievously. "You've stopped me before, but have not taken me in?"

"Yes, Elizabeth. You've always been willing to pay the on-the-spot fine in the past." Henderson took a step towards her and put an arm around her waist.

"If I promise that I have learned my lesson, could I just pay that fine again, and we could be on our way?"

"Well, since both of you are in an unfit state to drive, I think that both of you will have to be... penalized. I believe Trooper Samuels will be willing to accept your friend's payment?"

Trooper Samuels nodded and stepped behind Bobby, placing his large hands on Bobby's hips, and then wrapping an arm around his waist, pulling him back against his body. Meanwhile, Henderson pushed the top of Jack's head lightly and Jack sank to his knees. Henderson undid his belt and then the button on his uniform trousers. Jack grasped the trooper's zipper and pulled it down. Down came the pants and a moment later the shorts followed.

Trooper Henderson's cock was already hard and stuck straight out from his body. Jack grasped the prick and with very little hesitation engulfed it in his mouth. Bobby could not believe it. His friend Jack was sucking the cop's cock! He saw Elizabeth kneeling on the dirt, a man's cock filling her mouth, but he knew that that was actually Jack there, blowing that dick!

He knew how good it felt - Elizabeth had given him a blow job twice. And she seemed to be enjoying it now.. No... no... it was not Elizabeth.. It was Jack. Oh, his mind was getting confused. He had drunk too much... and yes, he was high from the joint that he and Elizabeth had shared.

Then his waist was squeezed and he felt something hard jammed against his butt and remembered that he was in a similar predicament. And his own dick was quite hard. He was finding this whole scene to be a big turn on. His sometimes girlfriend Elizabeth was on her knees sucking off a cop, and he himself was being aroused by the arms of a large man!

And then Samuels pushed Bobby to his knees, and Samuels was pulling off his belt, and his pants were undone, and his shorts were down and suddenly Bobby found himself staring at a man's cock only inches from his face.

"Miss Conroy. I know your father, and I know he would not want to find out from me that his daughter had been drunk and high and had resisted arrest. It would really humiliate him if he had to come down to the station and bail his daughter out of jail, and then stand in the court room while a judge sentences you." Samuels smiled down cruelly at the blonde haired beauty.

"All of this can go away. All of this can be forgotten, If you just co-operate. You are a very lovely girl. I have a daughter about your age. And if one of my colleagues caught her smoking dope and being drunk in a car, I hope they would give her the same opportunity to not have a record!"

Bobby looked over at Jack and saw his lovely red lips bobbing up and down on the cop's cock, saliva dripping. "Elizabeth" seemed to be really enjoying the experience. Bobby's own cock was as rigid as it had ever been. But could he actually do this? Could he actually suck a cock!

Samuels pushed forward and Bobby reluctantly opened his mouth. Samuels smiled as Bobby extended his tongue and Samuels rested his cock on Bobby's tongue and then slowly slid his cock into the blonde's mouth. Oh god, this was going to be good, he thought. These college age gals might be inexperienced, but they were always enthusiastic once they got the dick in their mouth!

The cock felt very large and solid in Bobby's mouth. At first it tasted very musky, almost rank. But that flavour disappeared at his tongue and mouth moistened the dick. Samuels pushed and more of his thick cock slid into Bobby's mouth. Bobby grasped the cock to stop it from choking him, and he marvelled at the sight of his own painted fingernails wrapped around a man's dick!

"That is one sweet mouth you have, Peggy!" complimented Samuels. "I bet you have all the boys in your class lined up to get their dicks sucked! Oh, use your teeth, baby!" said the cop as he dragged his dick across the blonde girl's teeth, rasping his glans and shivering.

Bobby looked over at Elizabeth... (no, at Jack!) and saw that she (he!, oh his muddled mind was so confused)... he saw that Elizabeth, was alternating - first between sucking on Henderson's cock, and then pulling it out of her mouth and using her hands to jerk on the dick, concentrating on running her hands tightly around the glans! Elizabeth was looking enthusiastic, like she was actually enjoying the cop's hard cock!

It took only a few more minutes, and then Henderson yelled, "Oh fuck, girl! I'm cumming! Drink my cum, bitch!"

Elizabeth (Jack!) clamped her mouth around the cock and the cop let out a series of grunts, each coinciding with a thrust of his cock. Elizabeth made happy gurgling noises as the cop obviously shot rope after rope of cum into her mouth. And she swallowed!

Samuels had grasped Bobby's blonde head and was thrusting his cock in and out of the lad's mouth. Precum was leaking and lubricating his thrusts. Bobby found the flavour of the precum to be not unpleasant, but he kept thinking of where this stuff was coming from! He had a man's cock in his mouth!!

Jack rested back on his heels and watched his feminized chum suck the other cock's dick. So far, everything was going just as planned!

Samuels soon grunted, "I'm going to cum!"

Bobby pulled back horrified. "Not in my mouth! Oh please, not in my mouth!" Samuels leered down at the blonde girl but decided not to force her - this time! Instead he told her, "Jerk me. Jerk my cock until it cums!" Bobby grasped the cock with two hands and jerked on it. This he knew how to do. He had masturbated many many many times, and he knew how to make a cock shoot. And it was only a few moments later that he saw the cop's piss hole widen and then suddenly hot sticky cum shot out of the dick head and handed on his cheek. And across his eye, up his nostril, and even across his ear! Ewwwww!

"Ladies you are free to go. Please drive carefully!" was all that the cops said as they got back into their cruiser and drove away!

Bobby was exhausted and humiliated as he rose to his feet. Jack retrieved some tissues from his purse and wiped Bobby's face as clean as he could.

"How... how could you do that?" Bobby asked Jack. "How could you just get down on your knees and start sucking that cop's cock! Once you did that, I.. I had no choice but to do it too! If you had resisted, put up a fight..."

"If I had done that, then we would be in a jail cell right now, Bobby!" said Jack as he started to repair Bobby's makeup by the light of the interior of the car. "And our plan for revenge would have come crashing down. We are supposed to be naughty girls tonight, doing things that will get everyone riled up against them. But if we end up in jail, everyone will know it was Bobby and Jack who got in trouble, not Peggy and Elizabeth!"

"I think it's a pretty safe bet that those cops will talk to other cops, and they will talk to other friends. Soon the story will get around that our two deceiving girlfriends sucked off a couple of cops to get out of trouble!"

While they were talking Jack opened Bobby's purse and removed the two joints. He lit both of them and gave one to Bobby, telling him to finish the entire joint!

Bobby looked at his friend, puzzled, but took a hit. It seemed to calm him. So he took another. "Fine, fine, I get that. But how could you suck a cock. You said you weren't gay! And now I'm GAY! I sucked a man's dick!!"

"I'm not gay. You're not gay. Jack and Bobby did not suck any cocks. It was Elizabeth and Peggy who blew those guys. Just think of yourself as Peggy. I've been telling you that all night. For tonight YOU ARE Peggy! Whatever you do, you are a girl while you are doing it. As a girl, you like to tease men. You like to have a man put his arm around you or hold your hand. A girl likes to be kissed. A girl likes to please her man!"

"Tonight I am Elizabeth. And you are Peggy! Got it!"

"I am Peggy. You are Elizabeth." said Bobby.

"Repeat it again!"

"I am Peggy. You are Elizabeth."

"Now say it as if you believe it!"

Bobby's head was swirling. It had to be something more than just the booze and the dope. But he was finally understanding what Jack was saying to him. "I am Peggy. You are Elizabeth." he repeated again.

Elizabeth leaned over and kissed Peggy tenderly on the lips. Peggy kissed her back. Peggy's cock was still very stiff in her panties. She was eager for release.

Elizabeth put the car in gear. "We're late! I hope the boys won't be too mad! If they are, we may have to find a way to make it up to them!" She smiled mischievously. And off she drove!

Chapter 2

As they entered the hotel, the first thing the girls did was make a beeline for the washroom where Jack helped Bobby clean up any residual strands of cum. The two then touched up their makeup in the better lighting. Having done this a few times already this evening, Bobby was beginning to get more comfortable with the touch up. He also took a few moments to reach under his dress, into his panties and shift his straining cock into a more comfortable position. For some reason he was now perpetually hard for the evening!

When he put his dress back down and smoothed out the front, Jack took a look at him and said, "No, that won't do! I can still see a tiny bulge there!" And before Bobby could react, Jack pulled up Bobby's dress, reached into his panties and grabbed his cock! Oh god, now he could swear he was even harder than before!

"Jack, what are you doing!"

"Relax, "Peggy"! I'm just trying to rearrange your... problem. There, that should be better." He pulled Bobby's dress back down, stood back and looked. "Nope, still a bulge. Well, only one thing to do!" Jack went to the washroom door and locked it.

"Jack, why did you lock that?" asked a befuddled Bobby. The dope had his mind swirling and his dick was so damn hard. He was so fucking horny!!

"Relax, Peggy. This is your friend, Elizabeth. I just want to help you out with your little problem!" Jack reached behind Bobby and undid the zipper of his dress, lowering it gently to the floor. Then he knelt in front of Bobby and pulled down his panties. Bobby's hard straining cock pulsed as it stood at rigid attention.

"No. No. No. No. No. No. No, Jack. You are NOT going to do what I think you're going to do."

"Are you?"

And he did. Elizabeth's crimson lips parted and slid over Bobby's prickhead. Oh that felt so fucking good, though Bobby deliriously!

"You... you can't... you can't do this Jack! It's.. it's not right... oh god that feels so good!" Jack's tongue danced around Bobby's cock head, hitting the sweet spot just under the glans head!

Jack pulled his mouth off of Bobby's cock, and told him. "Remember Bobby. I'm Elizabeth. You are Peggy. You love it when Elizabeth blows you, don't you? She's told me she's gone down on you a few times! So just remember, I'm Elizabeth!"

Bobby did not have to remember for very long. It took only a minute before his leg muscles tightened and his balls jerked. Cum erupted from his dick into Elizabeth's mouth, and she swallowed his hot load! "Oh god, Elizabeth, that was so good!"

Elizabeth helped Bobby pull his dress back up, and the two girls retouched their makeup, again. In the mirror Elizabeth and Peggy stared back at them.

"That did it," said Elizabeth, grinning. "No panty bulge now! Now, repeat your mantra for me sweetie!"

"I am Peggy. You are Elizabeth." said Bobby.

"We are here to make the girls look bad! Remember that. But also remember that you want to please other people. You want to please men!"

"I want to please men!" Bobby repeated.

They found the hotel bar and Bill and Chuck rose to greet them. Elizabeth got a warm kiss from Bill and they were instantly holding hands and sitting very close. Peggy mentally shrugged and gave Chuck a kiss on the lips. In for a penny, in for a pound, she thought!

Chuck placed his hand on top of Peggy's and Peggy did not pull it away.

When the girl's drinks arrived, Elizabeth managed to sneak another tablet into Peggy's drink. Jack had been given several of the tablets and told to dose Bobby with them several times during the evening. He was told that they would make the redhead horny as hell, and very pliable - willing to follow suggestions. So far they seemed to be working well!

Chuck lit Peggy's cigarette for her. As she blew smoke at the ceiling she looked around. The hotel's bar was very busy this evening, very noisy. She saw several people whom she knew. Most of those whom she knew were friends of her parents, and by extension, they knew both Peggy and Elizabeth very well. Springfield was a small city. If you lived there all of your life, you got to know a large number of the people there, and they got to know you. A few people waved at Peggy over the next half hour, and she waved back.

The girls were now drinking Mojitos, and Peggy found the minty flavour refreshing. And intoxicating. They were delicious and went down easy. But he was feeling awfully woozy, and oh god, he had an erection again! Was it because the panties felt so good on his cock, or was he reacting to being constantly touched by Chuck? Truthfully, the more that Chuck stroked his arm or pressed his leg against his, the more he liked it!

Elizabeth, certainly seemed to be enjoying Bill's company! The two had pushed their chairs as close together as they could and their hands were constantly stroking each other. This drew long stares from many of the other people in the bar! Good, thought Peggy!

Elizabeth rose, Bill's hand tightly gripping hers. "Peggy," she said sweetly, "Bill and I are going up to the boys' hotel room. Why don't you give us twenty minutes or so, and then you and Chuck could join us for a final drink for the night if you like!" She said this loud enough that it drew the attention of many people around them. Elizabeth then turned her head and gave Bill a long lingering kiss before they turned and she led him by the hand to the elevators. Bill had a sly grin on his face!

Peggy had a good view of the couple all the way to the elevators. Bill pushed the button and as they waited for the elevator doors to open, Elizabeth put her arms around Bill's neck and drew him to her for a succulent kiss. Peggy could also see Elizabeth's hand pressing against Bill's groin. She turned back to Chuck and realized she was feeling... what? Hot? Yes. Jealous? Um, yeah. Despite the fact that Elizabeth.. um... Jack... was kissing a guy, she felt... jealous!

Why exactly. After all, much as she... HE... was Peggy at the moment, he was actually Bobby, and he should not be getting jealous about his friend kissing another guy. But, he couldn't deny it, watching that kiss had made him hot! Was kissing a guy so good, he wondered?

And without thinking further, Peggy leaned in to Chuck, and kissed him on the lips. Chuck was surprised, but returned the kiss. Their lips lingered, and the kiss extended. Peggy pushed her tongue past her lips, and Chuck touched it with his own. Peggy tingled and pushed her tongue further. Chuck sucked her tongue into his mouth. His hand reached tenderly behind her head and drew her more tightly to him. Their tongues duelled for long moments, and then Peggy drew back for breath.

"Wow," said Bobby, in Peggy's voice.

"Wow is right," replied Chuck. "That was... nice."

"Yes, it... it was. Unexpectedly nice!" replied Bobby as he moved his chair closer to Chuck's and allowed the man to put his arm around his waist! "I'm... I'm not usually quite so forward!"

"You're a shy girl, right?"

Bobby nodded. Blonde hair got in his eyes and he brushed it aside with his hand.

"Not very experienced?" asked Chuck.

"You... you might say that," Bobby looked down at his feet, but then back up again, into Chuck's eyes. "But I'm not afraid to learn, either!"

"Well, of the two of us, Bill is the aggressive one. You might be able to tell that. Your friend Elizabeth isn't very slow either it seems!" he grinned.

"I'm learning a lot about her tonight!" agreed Bobby.

"Well, they've had their twenty minute head start. Would you like to come up to our room for awhile, Peggy? I can promise you that nothing will happen that you don't want to happen."

Bobby bit his lip nervously and then remembered.. In for a penny, in for a pound. And the idea was to make the girls looks bad. So in a voice loud enough for others to hear, he said "Yes Chuck. I would love to go up to your room!"

Bobby... Peggy... Peggy... for the next while he was best to remember he was Peggy! Peggy rose and put her hand in Chuck's and they walked to the elevator. Peggy could see many eyes following them, and many whispers going from mouth to ear. Good!

Chuck pressed the button. As they waited, Peggy mimicked Elizabeth. She put her arms around Chuck's neck and drew his head to hers for a lingering kiss. Then she put his hand in his groin and for the first time in his life, Bobby squeezed another man's erection. Chuck had a very firm cock! Peggy's own prick was very rigid in her panties. Oh she ached for relief. It was as if Elizabeth had never sucked her off!

The couple held hands as they rode up the elevator. Chuck ran his thumb gently across the back of Peggy's hand, which sent shivers through her.

What was going to happen now, she wondered. How far was she willing to go to please this man. For she did intend to please him. She knew that as a woman for the evening, it was her duty to give him pleasure.

Chuck used his keycard to open the door. When the door was open, Peggy was startled to see Elizabeth on all fours on the bed, her dress, pulled up above her waist and Bill kneeling behind her. It was hard to see anything, but by his actions it appeared that Bill was fucking Elizabeth from behind!

"Oh god, you're so damn tight girl!" panted Bill, thrusting forward again.

"Fuck me! Shove that hard cock inside me!" purred Elizabeth. "Oh I love a good fuck!"

How... what... what was going on? Thought Peggy. That looked like Elizabeth, but it was actually Jack. How was he being... how could he...

Chuck took Peggy's hand and led her to the couch. They sat side by side and kissed for a few minutes, the grunts of Bill and Elizabeth filling the air and increasing the sexual tension. Chuck took Peggy's hand and placed it on his erection and she squeezed him. His tongue thrust into her mouth and she groaned. Bobby knew that he should not be turned on by these actions, not with another man. But Peggy was feeling hot and horny! Peggy used both hands to undo Chuck's belt and then she pulled down his pants. The shorts followed and Chuck's nice sized penis popped into view!

Peggy leaned over to get a closer look at the rigid cock. It looked very slick from the precum that Chuck had been leaking. It felt warm as she gripped it with one hand. In the background she heard Elizabeth groaning and telling Bill to fuck her harder, faster. Peggy's befuddled mind focussed on just one thing - the cock in her hand. The large firm shaft of manmeat just inches from her face.




Revenge!



Chuck whispered, "Suck it Peggy!"

Though it was meant as a pleading, a desire, Peggy's mind took it as a command, an order, and she leaned forward and willingly engulfed the knob of Chuck's dick in her mouth. It felt so very warm, and the texture was delightful - firm, but spongey. And the taste was not bad at all, a bit salty, a bit pungent, but still rather delicious. Peggy ran her tongue around the head of the cock, and then pushed her head down so that another two inches of the firm flesh slid into her mouth.

Chuck groaned in delight. Peggy grinned as best she could with three inches of hard meat in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down a few times, and then drew her mouth off. Chuck tilted her head up with a finger under the chin and gave her a long lingering kiss. Then he pushed her head back down, saying, "Oh yeah, baby. That felt so good! Suck me!"

Peggy glanced at the bed where Bill was still vigorously pounding away at Elizabeth. Elizabeth's face seemed to be twisted up in both agony and ecstasy. Her painted lips were smeared. Peggy suspected that part of the lipstick was on Bill's lips and some of it was on the shaft of his cock! And then part of the puzzle in her brain resolved itself as Elizabeth yelled, "Fuck my ass, you bastard! I need it so bad!!"

So Elizabeth.. Jack!! was getting fucked in the ass! Had Bill found out her secret... that she was not truly Elizabeth... or... heavens, did Bill know he was fucking a guy!!

But Peggy's thoughts turned back to the job at hand... or rather, in mouth. Chuck was groaning and now thrusting his cock upwards to meet Peggy's sucking mouth. He was starting to become a bit incoherent and also a bit more forceful as he neared his climax. And then... without warning her he let out a long grunt and grabbed Peggy's head firmly. Peggy squirmed but to no avail. Suddenly a thick gob of cum shot from Chuck's dick into her mouth and she swallowed instinctively. Chuck jerked each time he shot another stream of cum and each of these coated Peggy's tongue and teeth, before she swallowed!

Actually, she realized, the cum did not taste that bad at all. Both sweet and salty, with a gooey texture!

Chuck relaxed his grip and his deflated cock slid out of Peggy's mouth. Peggy scooted upright and cuddled with Chuck. She turned her attention to the bed and was just in time to see Bill give one last mighty thrust and then squeal "Oh shit, I'm cumming!" And his body twitched as he shot his hot load deep into Elizabeth's ass!

When his knees gave out and he collapsed, Peggy watched as his shrivelled cock pulled out of Elizabeth's ass. Before the dress fell back down to hide the scene of defilement, Bobby could see that Jack's panties were pulled down to give access to his asshole, but his cock was not visible. If Jack had been fast thinking, then Bill had not discovered that he was really a man!

Jack's ass was gaping open and Bill's cum was trickling out and running down Jack's.. no Elizabeth's thigh. Peggy had to remember... that was Elizabeth who just got fucked. Elizabeth was a girl. It was natural for girl's to get fucked. And Peggy had just sucked off a guy. Not Bobby!

Peggy was pleased to learn that Chuck was satisfied with how the evening had gone. He was not looking for anything else from Peggy. She straightened her dress and gave him a lingering kiss. Elizabeth straightened out her own clothes and then gave Bill a much more heartfelt kiss! The guys made their apologies that they were leaving town the next morning and would not be able to see them again. It had been a blast, but everyone knew that it was a one night stand for them all.

As they took the elevator back down to the lobby, Elizabeth asked Peggy, "So, did you have a good time?"

"You were right Jack! If I just think of myself as Peggy... if I just let Peggy overwhelm me... I can do anything! Well, almost anything. What were you thinking of! Letting a guy fuck you!!"

"Listen Peggy..." said Elizabeth, shaking her leg to get rid of a bit of cum... "I know that those guys were in town for important meetings with one of Mr. Fox's companies. When they go to their morning meeting and start talking about the two sluts they picked up tonight.. Well, the stories that will get told! Who knew that Elizabeth Fox was a slut for anal sex!!" He grinned at his blonde companion.

The girls stopped off in the washroom to repair their makeup again, and for Elizabeth to clean up the cum that was still leaking from her ass and down her leg.

Out in the car, Peggy said "Well that was quite the evening! I guess the girls are going to be thoroughly fucked when word of all of this spreads around town! That was a wonderful night Jack."

"It's only midnight Peggy dear!" smiled Elizabeth, taking a long pull from one of the mickeys. "We still have hours of fun left!" She handed the bottle to Peggy, who looked at it, then tossed her head back and drank deeply.

"What? But I figured... where are we off to now?

"Time for something a bit wilder, dear Peggy! We're going to a dance club!"

"Here, swallow this," Jack told Bobby.

Bobby looked at the small tablet that Jack handed him. "What is it" he asked.

"Don't ask questions, just swallow!"

Bobby shrugged and did what he was told. Exactly what he was told. The previous tablet had not worn off yet, thought Jack, but it was good to get another one in him now, before they got to the club. Bobby took another swig from the bottle to wash the pill down.

"Be a dear, and light cigarettes for us please, Peggy!" Peggy did as she was told, and handed one of the tobacco sticks to her dark haired friend.

As Elizabeth drove along, she rested one hand on Peggy's knee and stroked it gently. Peggy shivered in delight and rested her hand on Elizabeth's. "So what kind of club are we going to?" Peggy asked.

Chapter 3

As they entered the doors of the club, Elizabeth stepped up to a little counter and paid a cover charge. Peggy took a step beyond her and looked into the club and gasped. The music was loud and smoke filled the air. Obviously they had not heard of no smoking laws here. And it was not just tobacco that she smelled. There was quite a bit of weed being smoked as well.

When she looked closer, she saw many people filling the tables around the very large room, and a large number of people on the dance floor. But what surprised her was that there were very few guys dancing with girls. It was mostly girls with girl, or guys with guys. Peggy looked at Elizabeth in puzzlement.

Elizabeth gave a soft laugh. "It's a gay club, girlfriend! We are going to go and spread the rumour that you and I are lesbian lovers!" She smiled broadly!

Peggy's mouth popped open! "Oh!"

"Oh indeed!" grinned Elizabeth, giving Peggy's hand a hard squeeze!

As they walked to the bar, hand in hand, Elizabeth said hello to a few people that she apparently knew. And Bobby himself recognized several people in the room. Some were classmates, some were parents of classmates. Some of the older people he knew to be divorced or single. Some... hmmmm... there were a few men here whom he knew had wives at home. And most of them were sitting with other men, usually quite a bit younger than them!

At the bar, the girls had to show their identification. The rather butch looking female bartender served them their mixed drinks, and then Elizabeth took Peggy to an empty table. The girls sipped their drinks for a few minutes, and then Elizabeth took Peggy by the hand and dragged her to the dance floor. Bobby was hesitant at first, but Jack whispered in his ear to just watch the other dancers and do what they did.

Peggy found it a bit awkward gyrating in her three inch heels but soon she got into the flow and was bouncing and jiggling along with everyone else on the floor. As she had noticed before, it was mostly guys dancing with guys, and girls dancing with girls. When she saw a girl dancing with a guy, she took a longer look and realized that the girl was actually a guy dressed as a girl. Can everyone around us tell that I'm not really Peggy, he wondered?

Evidently not, because soon a couple of taller huskier girls came onto the dance floor and started dancing with she and Elizabeth. One of them was dancing very close with Peggy, constantly touching her arms and her hips, and trying to put her arm around her waist! Peggy found this very confusing... having a girl hit on her as a girl! Elizabeth noticed Peggy being uncomfortable and resumed dancing with her exclusively. Elizabeth also touched Peggy a lot, but Peggy did not mind this at all. She had always lusted after Elizabeth, so it was natural to be aroused by her.

As the girls danced together, they sipped from their drinks which they had brought along and set on a sideboard. Elizabeth dropped another tablet into Peggy's drink and was pleased to see Peggy finish that drink quickly. The dance floor became even more crowded and the girls ended up dancing very close together. Elizabeth had her arm tightly around Peggy's waist, pulling her to her closely.

Peggy's mind was swirling. But she knew she was having fun. She loved the feel of Elizabeth's hand around her waist. And the crowd was thick enough that they often found themselves grinding their bodies together. Peggy was feeling very aroused, with the crush of bodies. When she rubbed against Elizabeth her own rigid cock encountered Elizabeth's own hard knob, when the rubbed together it felt SO delicious! She mewed in contentment. Elizabeth kissed her hungrily and she kissed back, her hands on Elizabeth's ass, pulling her tighter so that their groins ground together in a frenzy!

As they kissed, then parted and danced, then kissed again, other hand from the crowd fondled Peggy as well. Hands rubbed her ass, her hips... even touched her breasts, and she found all of these contacts to be stimulating!

"You like having people touch you!" Elizabeth whispered in Bobby's ear. "You like touching other people! You want to give pleasure to others. You want them to give you pleasure!" As Peggy heard these words, she knew they were true. Elizabeth gave Peggy another long lingering kiss and her hand slowly rubbed against Peggy's stiff erection!

"You liked sucking Chuck's cock!" said Elizabeth. It was a statement, not a question. Bobby's mind latched onto that simple sentence and her replied, "I liked sucking Chuck's cock!" 

"You liked having me suck your cock!"

Bobby rubbed his cock hard against Elizabeth's leg. He needed release! "Oh yes, it felt SO good when you sucked me!" he said dreamily!

"You want to suck more cocks!"

"Mmmm.. I liked sucking cock. I would suck more cocks!" said Peggy dreamily. Several heads turned in her direction, and gave her an appraising look.

"You liked watching me get fucked!"

"I liked watching you get fucked!" Peggy was feeling tired. Her mind felt full. Heck, she felt drunk and high, from all the alcohol she had drunk, and the dope in the air! But she was so horny!

"Peggy wants to get fucked too!" said Elizabeth.

"I want... I... I don't know!"

Elizabeth ground her own cock against Peggy's! Peggy moaned. "Say it Peggy! You know you want to. Peggy wants to get fucked!"

"I... I want to get fucked!" said Peggy, in delicious agony. "I want a cock!"

Elizabeth led Peggy off of the dance floor. Peggy was a bit woozy on her feet, but followed meekly. Elizabeth approached a table in the corner of the room and handed over some money. A burly bouncer stepped aside and opened a door, through which there were stairs leading up.

"Where... where are we going?" asked Peggy.

"Upstairs, sweetie!" There are some private playrooms upstairs where we can enjoy ourselves!

Elizabeth led Peggy upstairs. The lighting was much dimmer. The stairs led to a large open area where there where couches and chairs spread about. There was a bar at one end and off to the sides where doors leading to what must be the private rooms. Milling about the room and occupying the couches were a large number of people wearing various amounts of clothing. But all were in the midst of fondling, caressing, kissing or fucking other people. Peggy's befuddled mind took in all of this and her cock pulsed in yearning for release.

Being a gay club all of the people who were paired off were of the same sex, male on male, or female with female. But in many instances there were three or even four people together. It was not an orgy, but rather a number of smaller groups having sex with each other.

"What is this?" asked Peggy.

"This is a sex club, sweetie" said Elizabeth squeezing Peggy's hand tightly. "People who wish to do so can come up here and have sex with their lovers, or with people they do not know. If they are not shy, they just use the couches. If they want privacy, they go to one of the rooms. But all of those are occupied at the moment. You can tell by the small red lights above the doors. Let's you and I go take that couch over there until a room comes free, okay?"

Elizabeth led Bobby to a couch over on one side of the room. Peggy stared as they walked. She stared at a couple of men who where kissing each other energetically, each fondling the others' long cock. They passed a girl who had her face buried in the pussy of another. Peggy stared at young white man his own age, bobbing his head up and down on the large cock of an older black man, while another fiftyish black man rammed his hard cock up the white boy's ass. Peggy shivered at the very thought! But her cock ached!

Elizabeth sat on the couch and drew Peggy down to her. Elizabeth kissed Peggy aggressively, thrusting her tongue into Peggy's mouth. Peggy sucked eagerly on Elizabeth's tongue and then groaned at Elizabeth grabbed her erection and squeezed hard. Peggy thrust her groin up, urging her friend to squeeze harder.

Elizabeth pushed them both upright. She reached behind Peggy and undid the zipper of her dress, and helped the blonde remove her dress. The slip followed, as too did the panties. Elizabeth reached up to undo and remove Peggy's bra and false breasts. Elizabeth's clothing followed onto the floor. The girl's were now just dressed in their wigs, stockings and heels. Their cocks were both very hard.

"But Jack!" Bobby said nervously. "No one is going to think that we are Elizabeth and Peggy now!"

"Relax, sweetie." said Elizabeth. Jack still had on his Elizabeth wig and makeup, and still used his Elizabeth voice. "Once we came up those stairs, no one no longer cares whether you are Peggy or Bobby, whether you are boy or girl. Up here, it is just about pleasure! Just enjoy yourself!" And she kissed her rival hard. Peggy hesitantly returned the kiss, but as Elizabeth pressed her lips to hers harder, she again became enthusiastic.

Elizabeth took Peggy's hand and placed it on her cock, then took Peggy's cock in hers. Bobby pushed his cock hard into Jack's hand and in turn squeezed Jack's cock. Both groaned into each other's mouth. Peggy rubbed Elizabeth's precum around her dickhead, making it slicker and easier to jerk.

Elizabeth pushed Peggy back so that she lay on the couch and Elizabeth lay on top of her. Elizabeth kissed around Peggy's neck and nibbled at her ears, then kissed down along her chest. Elizabeth took one of Peggy's nipples in her mouth and teased it. Peggy shivered and squirmed in delight.

But Elizabeth was growing impatient. Jack was growing impatient. As instructed, he had worked so hard this evening to bring Bobby to this point. Feeding Bobby all those tablets, placing all of the suggestions in his head, bringing him along slowly. It would all be worth it in the end. He would be free and he would have a substantial reward for turning his rival!

Ever since his own fall several months ago, he had thought about turning his arch rival. Making Bobby become what he had himself been turned into. And tonight that was happening. And it was time for the next delightful step!

Elizabeth lay atop Peggy, their hips moving, their cocks thrusting against each other as their tongues caressed each others lips.

"You like this Peggy! You like the feel of my cock on your cock!"

"Yes," Peggy repeated back. "I love your cock rubbing my cock!"

"You want to be fucked, Peggy! You want a cock inside you!"

"I want... I want to be fucked! Oh yes, I want a cock inside of me!"

"You want me to fuck you!"

"Yes Elizabeth. I want you to fuck me." The feminized Bobby thrust his cock against Elizabeth's dick. "Please fuck me Lizzie!"

Elizabeth took Peggy by the hand and led her across the room to one of the doors which was now open, the room empty. Hands reached out and touched them, caressed them as they passed couples and groups. Several tried to pull them down to join them, but Elizabeth wanted Peggy all to herself. At least for now.

Elizabeth pulled the door closed behind them. The room was small, just large enough for a box springs and mattress and couple of chairs. Elizabeth pulled Peggy to her and the two kissed hungrily, their cocks rubbing together delightfully. Elizabeth then pushed Peggy back onto the bed on her back. She knelt and spread Peggy's legs wide. She put a cushion under her lover's ass and then scootched forward. She rubbed her hand around the head of Peggy's cock and collected the free flowing precum, then wiped this around Peggy's asshole. Elizabeth's own cock was leaking copious juices of its own.

Jack placed the head of his cock at Bobby's anal entrance and slowly pushed his cock inside his rival. It met resistance, but Bobby was in a frenzy and moaned "Push it inside me! Peggy needs to be fucked!"

Jack bore down and another inch, then two, of his cock slid further in. He paused, withdrew a bit and then pushed again. His entire six inches slid inside Bobby, and he let out a sigh. Bobby was impaled on the full length of his dick!!

"It... it hurts! Pull it out! I don't want this!" cried Peggy, his fists in balls.

"Just relax, Peggy! You like this! Just give it a moment and it will be so much better!" said Elizabeth as she drew back her cock and then thrust it back fully into Peggy's ass! "Oh you have a sweet tight ass!"

Elizabeth paused with her cock Foxd deep in Peggy's ass. Peggy squirmed uncomfortably. Elizabeth extended her arms and her fingers grasped the nipples on Peggy's flat chest and slowly teased them. Peggy moaned. Elizabeth lay down on Peggy and her mouth met Peggy's. Peggy eagerly returned the probing kiss. Elizabeth pulled her cock from Peggy's ass and turned Peggy on her side. She lay behind her friend and slipped her cock back in the blonde's ass. Peggy protested feebly.

Elizabeth set up a steady rhythm, thrusting in and out of her friend's poop chute. From this position she was able to toy with her feminized rival's nipples, and kiss her. Peggy moaned, "Oh, that feels good now. What did you do? What is that spot right... right THERE! Oh, when your cock rubs me right there it feels so good!"

"You love the feel of my cock in your ass!"

"I love the feel of your cock in my ass!" repeated Peggy.

"You want my cock deeper!"

"Oh yes, Elizabeth, fuck me deeper, harder! I love your cock! Fuck me hard!" pleaded Peggy.

Again they changed position. Now Peggy was on her hands and knees on the bed and Elizabeth knelt behind her and thrust her cock into the blonde's ass. "Ohhhhhhh!" groaned Peggy, "Oh yes, deeper! Fuck me! Hit that sweet spot.. Oh ... oh.. Yes, right there! Oh, I'm cumming!" And without having had her cock touched, Peggy's cock erupted, splashing her jism on the bed!

Elizabeth resumed her pounding. Despite cumming, Peggy was feeling wave after wave of pleasure engulfing her body, emanating from her ass! She pushed her ass back against Elizabeth, urging her friend to fuck her more. She had her eyes tight shut and so she was startled when something touched her lips. She opened her eyes to find herself staring at a large cock. She looked up, and realized that the cock belonged to Chuck!




Revenge



That's it. Done. I've had it. Tired of beating my head against a brick wall for no result. I'm tired of repeating everything, of pounding everything into his head, of having to be satisfied with less than I want. I'm going to go out and become someone else, just for the night, someone unattached, with no history, no baggage, no expectations. Maybe a nice, attractive, no strings-attached stranger. A fuck with no conscience. A little freedom from my life.

I go to a bar in the city nearby. Not a very nice bar, certainly not the place to go if you want to feel good about yourself the next day, but dimly lit and full of men in various stages of late-night desperation. I go in, looking for something different and dark, something to break me out of my routine. I pick a seat at the bar and order something strong; I want a pleasant, blurry fog to consume me. After a couple of them, the rough edges are beginning to wear away; I feel relaxed enough to look around and survey the crowd. A bunch of sad losers, mostly. Well, I didn't come here for class and sophistication, did I? I spot someone at a table in the back; he's nothing special, but not too bad. Maybe just the guy to take me out of my own head. 

I walk over to his table and sit down without asking, something I've never even thought of doing before. I'm pretending to be someone else, someone with confidence, who goes after what I want. This is the opposite of the real me, a role I'm playing. I introduce myself, giving him a name as fake as my persona. He gives me a name, probably fake as well, but it doesn't matter in this game we're playing.

We make a little small talk, just to fill the silence. I'm torn between wanting to pretend this is a conversation we are having on a date, and just wanting to get on with it. He seems to be thinking the same thing. We chat about the weather, the food, the bar, but we both know what the other is thinking beneath the surface. After a minute, I decide to take the lead. I stand up and say "let's go". He grabs me by the hand and pulls me out of the bar, up the street, to the chain hotel on the next block. He registers us at the front desk; clearly he has done this before. I feel the first bit of contempt for the type of person he seems to be, but then I realize that I have become that sot of person too.

We head to the elevator and get in. On the way up he pushes me up against the wall and kisses me hard, almost viciously. No warmth or emotional connection at all. Just what I want for tonight. I feel my body start to respond, the pure animal, physical desire blocks out all of my rational thought of the risks, the consequences, the aftermath. He squeezes my breasts through the fabric of my blouse. He shoves his knee between my legs to open them to his touch. By the time we reach our floor, I feel handled, almost bruised. 

When we get out of the elevator, disheveled, we hurry down the hall to the room. He unlocks the door and pulls me inside. In a second I'm lying in the bed, skirt hiked up, with his knees forcing my legs apart again; this time he move his hand up to feel me, to tease me, to slip a finger inside, then two, feeling the wetness he's caused. He moves them in and out, more a gesture of possession than of pleasuring me. It pleasures me anyway though; I lift my hips to meet his thrusts. We stay like that until I feel close to climax, when he abruptly stops. "Get on all fours" he growls. I do; It doesn't occur to me to refuse. I hear him unzipping and unsnapping in the dark room, and suddenly his cock is in my mouth. One part of my mind starts to panic, but the other part realizes that this is exactly what I came here for. 

I try not to choke as he fucks my mouth. I think he is going to come this way, and I get ready to swallow, but he pulls out and positions himself behind me, entering me in one swift stroke. I gasp as he bites my neck and plunges hard. No words, just grunts and moans and half-articulated syllables. The physical sensations are nothing compared to the psychological ones- the secrecy, the danger of getting caught, being used for someone else's pleasure. I climax almost right away from the mix of it all. He holds me down and keeps going, harder and faster. Finally I feel him give one last huge thrust into me. He stays inside me for a minute, relaxing, then pulls out, zips his pants, and leaves without another word, leaving me with all of the thoughts and emotions swirling around in my head.



Revenge



Hey.... when did -" he started, "did you just - umm.." He held the drinks lower, much like his defenses, when he saw them, almost losing his grip on both Redhooks. He caught himself, hands trembling. "Trace, this is..." he started again, with spurious amnesia.

The girl, 22, pretty, shot him the most _don't even_ of looks.

"Uh, we've met." Tracy eyed the young redhead seated across from her at their table - which seemed much smaller than just a little while ago, somehow - with an indistinguishable combination of suppressed, fading anger, and tentative curiosity.

"You've... met?"

"Yeah. You know, when people introduce themselves to other people and exchange a word or two about themselves. Names.." Tracy explained. "Have a seat, honey."

A nice, romantic evening - or, as much as you can actually get from a bar - with his lady, to make up for being such a shit so often; a little sweet talk, reassurance, three-sheets and a good, lengthy fuck to end the night on has a pretty reliable habit of wiping the slate clean.

Clearly, this was a kink in the plan.

Michael set the drinks on the table, took the only seat available, between them. He kept a mostly firm stare directly on the wall ahead, glancing side to side, but certain to not make eye contact.

Tracy grabbed her beer. "Michael, this is Nicole. She came in, like.."

"Five minutes ago," Nicole continued.

"She noticed you headed over to the bar, having left from our table. Here I sat, another woman, so naturally she felt inclined to join me, out of an overwhelming sense of curiosity. Now, I've got it, too."

"Look, I can totally expl -" Michael tried.

"Oh, you totally don't have to. Nicole, here, already briefed me," Tracy spoke, calmly and collected. "And.. in rather lengthy detail, which kind of surprises me considering how long you were away." She looked at him, full on. "Shocking how much you can learn in just a couple short minutes." She took a substantial quaff from her longneck.

"Wait, you gotta give me a chance to -" Michael started in, futilely. "Some of it, admittedly, I could've done without knowing, due to content. Like the time when you guys spent the afternoon together in Zilker Park, in.. 'each others' arms, was it? A Saturday." To Nicole, "The 24th, right?"

"The 24th," Nicole confirmed.

"A Saturday that I believe, if memory serves me, you said you spent with family members, or some shit.."

"Trace, baby -"

"Or, the time when _you_, Nicole, fucked _you_, my boyfriend, on the back seat of _my_ Nova. A car I enjoyed driving right up until the moment I found out infidelity was stained all over the goddamn upholstery."

"Could you just please let me -"

"Or - and God, this has to be my personal favorite, because it's just so.... simple. That time when you told her something, what was it.."

"I love you," Nicole finished.

"I _love_ you! Yes, that's it. I think I've heard that one myself, once or twice."

"Ok, stop, PLEASE. And give me a minute."

"Why should we?" Nicole cut in. "What could you possibly have to say for yourself, in light of the recent information divulged, that wouldn't be another fucking lie?"

"Hello. WE? I'm - " Michael said, signaling to Tracy, "just.." he put up a finger, for Nicole to give him and Tracy a chance to talk.

"No. Michael, she's right. You're caught, sweetie. I'm more than willing to listen to any half-assed, less than genuine reasoning for having lied to both of us, by not telling either of us about the other all this time, that you may have. In fact, I can't wait. But, don't tell her to shut up. Makes you look desperate."

"I didn't tell her to - Look. You know I love you."

"Ooh, yikes, here it comes. You love me. Yeah, that's what you told me," Tracy said.

"I said it, and I meant it. I wouldn't have said it otherwise."

"Sure you would," Nicole interrupted. "Withholding the truth is what you're good at. God knows you've had practice. Who knows what you're capable of at this point."

"I mean, I wouldn't lie about it now."

"You lied about it before?" Tracy asked.

"No. But even if I had, why would I NOW when, as you said, I'm caught? I could just tell you, both of you, to fuck off - I'm a shithead, and I can't help myself - and walk outta here and not look back."

"Maybe you will," Nicole pointed out.

"I won't. This is hypothetical, Nikki -"

"Nikki? You've got an abridged version of her name, even?"

"What I'm trying to tell you, Tracy, is that even if I HAD lied about being in love with you - which I did NOT - I wouldn't have to lie about it now, and doesn't that mean something to you? It means that there were, ARE, real feelings involved."

"Real feelings, not love..?" Tracy asked.

"No - yes, love. I consider love a real emotion."

"That's right. Love is a single emotion. It's one word, Michael."

"Ok - what? Uh, I mean.. more than love. Love, and then some. Love has a lot of different parts. It.... extends."

"Ok," Tracy said, "so which part went to me, and which part went to her?"

"I know which part went to me," Nicole answered, rather smugly.

A good question, though. He was stumped for an answer, be it the right one (the truth), or the one he thought she wanted to hear.

"And you can't say, absolutely can't, that you loved both of us equally, because it would reduce the degree to which you may have at one point given both of us whatever your concept of love is, and it wouldn't mollify this whole fucked situation in the least," Tracy warned.

A waitress made her way over. "Anybody need anything?"

"I'll have a shot of 151," Tracy said.

"Make that two," Nicole said.

"Three," Michael said.

"Three shots," the waitress noted, and was off.

Composed, he thought, Michael began. "I love you, Tracy." He turned to Nicole, "And I love you Nicole.."

"You can't love us both," Nicole stopped him.

"Why not? I do. When I'm with you, I'm excited and turned on, and enthralled.." He turned to Tracy, "And when I'm with you, I feel..... satisfied. I'm content and satisfied with both of you, it's like a great thing multiplied. Why would I deny it?"

"You don't deny it," Tracy pointed out, "you deny your_self_ it. As a sign of maturity, if nothing else. Otherwise, have it for a while, wallow in this personal nirvana you speak so fondly of, but be honest with anyone else who might be involved - namely us - because I think we have a say. Come clean. You can't withhold shit like who you're _also_ fucking. It's not fair, and then it's cruel." Firmly, "Be honest. Be a man when it comes to relationships. Give us a chance, maybe we can work with it."

The waitress returned with three shots. "These together?" Tracy nodded, handed her - probably without thinking, or caring - a twenty. "Keep it."

"Work with it, what do you mean?" he asked.

"I mean mutual agreement, all parties equal," Tracy said, slammed her shot. "I mean, consenting adults with the intellectual capacity to decide what is or is not right for them. I mean - not this. I'll let you in on a little secret, Michael, that anyone with a heart not set on mendacious auto-pilot already knows: Love doesn't strictly revolve around sex, even though, admittedly, we had it real good in that department. Love is also respect. And trust - oh God that must sound ridiculous coming from me. Look where trust gets ya... But anyway, both those things are, like.... gone, now, for me for you," she indicated her drink, "and I'm dry. Excuse me."

With that, Tracy stormed on up to the bar.

There was a suitable and just, yet nevertheless uneasy, silence in her absence. She'd laid it out, leaving a terse air of truth and exposure behind for the stranger and the culprit to deal with. Which they couldn't. No room for discussion.

Nicole eyed her lover, a moment or two, waiting for a possible come back, or explanation. Or, perhaps simply seeing him in a different way for the very first time, made to feel a bit easy herself that she wasn't the only one this was happening to.

"So, what's up?"

"What do you mean?" Michael asked.

"I mean, which one of us gets the pink slip? How do you expect this to work, now?"

"I'm not sure.."

"Well, you have to've had time to think about it."

"Not really. You guys are like one person to me, I'm serious."

"So, basically, you don't know what to do. That it?"

"I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Ahh.. how sweet. Why is it you didn't tell her or me that we've been sharing the same man when it first started, or maybe even a month into it, when that would've been much less hurtful than this? Why wait till we'd both feel stupid and used, or why not cover your track a little better? Just wondering.."

With that, she left him sit. Walked up to the bar, beside Tracy. The bartender handed Tracy a drink, which Nicole payed for.

"You okay?" Nicole said, then felt stupid for having. "That's a stupid question, of course you're not okay."

"I'm fine," Tracy assured. "This is the most pissed off I've ever _been_..."

"You don't look pissed off. I'd hate to see you get really mad."

"Yeah, well. This is as public as public places get. Maybe I've got too much consideration for how much I want to explode all over his misogynist ass right now might be for him. Here. It would embarrass me," Tracy said. "Hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."

"Oh, hell no. He deserved it. Women don't get the chance to put a guy in his place often enough. And then when they do, they don't."

"It's not over, yet. He can take some more. Just, maybe not here."

"I think you need another drink."

Tracy only nodded. She looked back to their table, and saw that Michael was no longer around. Probably left. Fucker..

Then, he was there at the bar with them. Wounded dog look intact. Nicole noticed him, it, and merely smirked. "We're not drunk enough, yet, for that to be cute. Why'n't cha give us a few hours."

"Can we get out of here?" Michael asked, sincerely. "Can we please continue this thing in private?"

Tracy drank.

"What's to continue?" Nicole asked. "You cheated on her with me - that makes you an asshole. You cheated on me with her - that makes you a double asshole. You're just one big, lying, cheating, two-time double-dealing, mean, mistreating..."

Tracy couldn't fight a laugh.

"... asshole." To Tracy, "what?"

"Patty Loveless, 'Blame it on Your Heart'," Tracy informed her.

"So...?" Michael inquired, once more.

"You are free to leave whenever you like," Tracy said.

"But, we came in your car."

"Call a cab."

"You'd make me do that?" he asked.

Tracy turned, glared him down. He backed off.

"Will you be okay?" he asked, whole-hearted.

"Fuck do you care," she answered, and faced the bar, again.

Michael watched the both of them a few seconds longer, and headed out.

"Now what?" Nicole asked.

"Find an oblivion, and drink into it."

"I have a bottle of tequila at my place," Nicole suggested.

"I've got two. Shall we?"

Nicole grinned, flirtatiously. Followed her out.

LATER ON

Tracy parked the car in Their driveway. Killed the motor. Hesitated before getting out.

"What's wrong?" Nicole asked, the same salacious grin on her face.

"Nothing. It's just... Michael may be here."

"Why would he be here? D'you give him your key, or something?"

"We live together."

"Roomies..?" Nicole asked.

"Yeah, so. We'll have to be quiet."

"Respecting his sleep..?"

"Not even. I just don't want to deal with.. him. Again. Tonight."

"That's understandable. Well, we can grab the shit and git. Onward to my casa," Nicole offered.

"If he gets up, yeah - I mean, if he is here, and we wake him."

Nicole placed an _ok, then_ hand on Tracy's knee, gave it a light squeeze.

Tracy, the slightest bit tipsy, lead them to the front door. Pulled out a set of keys, and slowly pushed the house key into the MasterLock with minimal rattling.

The lights were off inside. Tracy took Nicole's hand, lead her over to the bar. Nicole giggled as they stumbled through, trying their best to keep quiet but making noise as they moved nonetheless.

"Shhh..." Tracy pleaded, laughing at the same time. Which made Nicole laugh. Tracy pulled her over to the counter, put her hands on Nicole's hips. Keeping her still. Tracy's smile receded by half, to make her "shh..." command more authority, and Nicole obliged. She bit her lip to control any further outbursts.

"Ok," Tracy said, softly. "I'm going to get the glasses and, the.... the..."

"Booze," Nicole reminded, cracking up again.

"Shh. Now, you stay right here, and I'll go get everything ready." She stepped over to the cabinets. Quickly removed her shoes for hushed mobility.

Nicole took her's off, as well.

Tracy clanked the two small glasses together on the bar. "Shit," she said, still holding the bottle. She paused a second. "Ok, yeah - we have to be more quiet than this."

Nicole joined her. Took the bottle of Cuervo from her. She kept full eye contact on Tracy as she slowly, deliberately twisted off the cap. Poured two shots.

They toasted, before drinking. Nicole proceeded to pour refills.

"Men are so.... I mean I've always heard..... it's such a fucking cliche, but it's true. They've got that tuning fork between their legs that just goes off whenever anything with a nice pair of legs and tits walks by -"

"- ooh, don't forget about the ass," Nicole added, gleefully.

"- and there seems to be some set of repercussions only they know about to not paying attention to the goddamn thing - which must plain scare the shit out of them. And it's like.. even if you've found the guy who's sure to contradict all of that, the one guy you can show off to all you're friends and not have to worry about which one of them he'll be fucking 48 hours later.. turns out all that perfect fella was was some mental fabrication created to blind us from reality, God knows why, who's gonna stray the devotion path because it's easier than staying faithful." Tracy downed her drink, quickly. "Cocks, man... we love 'em, they're evil."

"There are fine alternatives to the male penis, love," Nicole said, suggestively. "How do you think he did it?"

"I just told you. Like what?"

"No, I mean how, for so long? We've been together a month and a half, almost. You guys?"

"Year," Tracy sighed.

"Really??" Nicole asked, genuinely surprised.

"There about."

"Well... that's commitment," Nicole pointed out, getting more and more steadily off subject.

"Sure, if you think of a serious relationship in terms of day. Like some work assignment with a deadline. I thought we had something, not to sound too corny, something that would last, when all I did was devote approximately 365 days of my life to every guy there's ever been, all wrapped into one single body. I should've been a porn star."

"You were going to be a porn star?!" Nicole asked.

"No, it was a joke. God, I feel like such a moron!"

"Me, too," Nicole agreed.

"No, I mean really, really dumb. As in, beyond the legal limit of acceptable stupidity. If there is one. And, I'm blonde, too - this doesn't help."

"I love your hair."

"How many people have you been with?" Tracy asked, directly.

"I dunno."

"Well, I've been with about twenty, counting some during me and Michael and some from before - mostly before. I don't know if that's a lot, but it feels like a lot, and in all that time the only thing that's changed is the size of the genitalia, the way it hangs or stands up. Men tell you they love you, you're their best friend, this is it for them, it's right, they've never felt like this before, and all of it is aimed at either getting you into bed, feeling momentary security that they are wanted goods, or to protect themselves from something. So, how are you supposed to believe a word any of them say enough to feel safe, and get some security of your own, when experience has taught you it's probably just bullshit? I feel. So. Stupid."

Nicole poured more shots. "I hate him."

"You do?"

"Yeah," Nicole said. "Why, don't you?"

"I hate what he did. As a human being, I think it's reprehensible. But, I don't know that I'd go so far as to say I actually hate him. Everybody's got it in them to do the wrong thing. Even you, I bet. Even me."

"What've you done wrong, lately?" Nicole pried.

"Nothing on scale with Michael's behavior, that's for sure. Though, I did cheat, too.." She takes just a second or two to consider that. "But, I mean, little things. Like, yelling at someone because you just feel like it and not because they deserve it. Or, getting into an argument over nothing. Wait, maybe those are one in the same," Tracy said, words trailing off in thought. "I don't know. Shit like that."

"Yeah. I guess I'm guilty, too."

"We all are. That isn't the point. I can't get over what he did. Maybe you're right, maybe I should hate him. But, I can't, because I can't stop thinking about how mostly great it was an hour ago before you showed up. I'm glad you did, don't get me wrong, but... I liked that feeling. Being with him."

"Being with him was nice," Nicole pondered. "In a strictly sexual sense. I mean, I'm sure I didn't have what you had with him."

"It was nice. What we shared.." Tracy said.. then, on second, "But, you know what, maybe it wasn't nice. He was never truthful - until forced to be - about this little emotional scam he's been running. Not for a second. Maybe nothing else was genuine, either. Maybe it was all just complete bullshit from day one." She slammed yet another shot. "Hurts to think about it like that, damn.."

"Love sucks," Nicole then stated.

"You were in love with him?"

"Lust sucks," Nicole corrected herself. "Were you?"

"In love? Or, in lust?"

"Either," Nicole asked.

"I liked fucking him a lot. Love? I can't be sure."

"I'm going to miss that."

"What?" Tracy asked, not altogether interested with the answer. She grabbed the bottle, freshened their glasses.

"Fucking him," Nicole clarified. "When I would give him head, he had this way of getting so.. all," gesturing, as Michael might have, "coming... now.." she continued, with exaggerated incomprehension. "Made him sound like a complete dork, but I loved it. The way I could drive him to a point where the words didn't come out quite like they should."

"You liked the feeling of control?" Tracy asked. Stated, rather.

"Oh, yeah."

"What else did you do with him?"

"Lots of things. Everything. It was never really boring with Michael. He liked sex a lot. Even more than me, if that's possible. Oral sex, that was the biggest thing. And anal sex, too."

"You like anal?" Tracy asked, slightly apprehensive to the idea.

"Oh yes," Nicole said, with emphatic preference. "You don't?"

"No. Hurts like a bitch."

"It hurts at first, I agree. But, do it a while, and you build up a resistance. And, then it feels way nice."

"I guess that's true with anything," was Tracy's only comment.

"What did he do with you?"

"Conventional stuff. I'd be on top, he'd be on top."

"Interesting."

"Not too. But, we did it often enough to make up for any lack of creativity there might've been," Tracy verified.

"He's a bastard. Bastard scum. What are we gonna do?"

"There's nothing to do. He's had his way with us. All that's left is to sever the ties that bound."

"I don't know if I'm ready to," Nicole admitted.

"Yeah, me either."

"So, what should we do?"

"Well, I'd say trash the place, but I have to live here, too."

"Too bad," Nicole mourned.

"Are you leaving him?"

"Yes."

"For sure?" Tracy asked, persistent.

"I think.."

"Well, then, if you leave and I leave, then he'll be alone."

"All except for the other one."

"You think he has someone else?" Tracy thought aloud.

"Maybe. Probably. Who knows? Who knows who would've shown up at that bar after me if we'd stuck around a while longer. It could have turned into a screwball comedy, or something."




Revenge



"Yeah, or World War fucking III."

"I think we should definitely do something to him. Something that'll screw with his head just like he screwed with mine and yours. Teach him a lesson, if not to straighten him out then at least put him in his place some more. Like.. I don't know. Something that feels completely and utterly painful and shitty, so he hurts and we can watch it. Like that Chinese thing, with the water," Tracy mulled.

"Chinese water torture."

"Yes. We should fucking drown him!"

"Whatever we do won't change him," Tracy pointed out.

"Why not?"

"Because, why would it? He did this of his own volition, and would've kept it up. Next time, he'll try harder to conceal the truth."

"Fuck that. He shouldn't get a second chance. It should end here, with us. We'd be doing the world a favor."

"So...?" Tracy asked, ready for reasonable suggestions.

"We should fuck him, one more time."

Tracy took a few moments to ponder this option. "Where's the logic in that?"

"Show him what he'll never get from us, ever again."

"Won't be doing that by leaving him?"

"Yeah, but this would be like us having a change of heart, that he can't understand and we don't explain, but it would mean, to him, that we've decided to forgive him and even that we want to be with him, together, as a trio instead of just two girls, separately, that he divides his time between. We're making it convenient for him, and telling him it's ok what he did to us. He gets us both, then we dump him. Once, and for all. Clean break."

"Right. Ok. But, wouldn't we be giving him one last time - as a thank you, for screwing us over?"

Nicole thought. Started to speak - thought further. Seeing her point. Start to speak, again -

"Fuck it," Tracy said, "I'm horny, anyway."

A car pulled up, outside. A set of brights, beamed through the curtains, diverted their attention.

Nicole, without discussing it any further, grabbed Tracy, and kissed her. A forceful one, at first, because of the momentum of its suddenness. Then, it became softer and more relaxed. Deeper, wide open mouths. Michael walked in, not bothering with a key most likely because he noticed Tracy's car outside - how could he not. Light came on, almost instantaneously. He did not move an inch further, seeing them from across the room, as they were.

Nicole stopped kissing Tracy, leaving her taken aback and breathless. "Hey," she called out to Michael. "Look who's here." She took Tracy's hand, both of them drunk, and lead her out of the kitchen. Stopping to address Michael, again, "I'm going to take your girlfriend to bed, now. Make that your _ex_ girlfriend," Nicole announced. "So... see ya."

"Wait - uh.." was his only reply.

But, they had already made it to the bedroom door, which was closed, and they had to actually get a grip on the door knob to turn it, which posed a bit of an obstacle because of the lack of lighting in the hallway. Nicole was the one to get it.

Nicole quickly flipped on the overhead. "This thing have a dimmer?" she asked, trying to set this up just right.

"Um, no, it's a -" Tracy began, interrupted by:

Nicole saying, "Fuck it." She kissed Tracy, again, impatiently, and with more intensity than before. She covered Tracy's whole mouth with her own, her tongue having little trouble finding its way inside, which Tracy accepted. And they stood there, kind of moving toward the bed and kind of away from it, not really in control of their feet or vision - just sucking tongues and lips.

Nicole did notice Michael approaching, in the background. He hesitated to come in to full view, though not by much. She timed this with pulling away from Tracy, and whispering, just loud enough, "I want you."

With that, Nicole pulled her over to the bed. She kept Tracy right in front of her, close, looking up at her.. her eyes, which were not quite sure what to make of this but willing and ready to go with it, anyway. Nicole pulled the tuck of Tracy's blouse up and out of her semi-tight, faded Jordache jeans. She then opened the blouse, button by button, bottom to chest, until it separated into two parts, exposing a nice, full set of breasts, held by a white, lacey bra from Victoria's Secret, probably, and flat stomach.

She moved her hands carefully over Tracy, her skin smooth and lightly tanned, to the bra, which could not be opened from the front. Tracy unhooked it, without pause, and tossed it to the floor, somewhere. Nicole leaned forward, her mouth against Tracy's stomach, licking at her navel, her hands on the small of Tracy's back, massaging her. Tracy had her hands on Nicole's head, fingers non-existent in her crimson hair. Stroking her. Nicole unbuttoned Tracy's jeans, lowered the zipper. From there, she had to push Tracy back so she could slip down onto her knees, where she worked the jeans down her legs. Tracy stepped out of them. She wasn't wearing panties, which didn't make total sense to Nicole who, also, didn't give a shit at the moment. Tracy's pubic hairs had been shaved earlier in the day - possibly because Michael liked her that way, possibly not - leaving her pussy naked, smooth and tan like the rest of her.

She had a tattoo of a rose - vivid red, with just as vivid a green in the leaves and thorns - on her left hip. No discernible stretch marks. Not a blemish on her, be it freckles, a birth mark, stitches - anything. Nicole placed her at about 115 - 120, tops, with 'C' tits. She had this wonderfully sweet, warm, clean smell to her that could only be mistaken for a woman who takes care of herself. Borderline perfection stood over Nicole.

This was going to be fun. Nicole lowered her head, still facing forward, eyes locked on Tracy's face the whole time, placing her mouth in direct contact with Tracy's cunt.

She teased it, at first, her tongue tracing a slow, gradual circle over the surface flesh. Not probing. Not digging in. Getting a taste. She repeated this process, licking Tracy where cunt meets thigh... sucking there, french kissing, leaving just a trace of lipstick. She brought up a finger, and wriggled it on in, tip... to knuckle... inside of her, now... causing Tracy to squirm... making Nicole laugh, a little. She pulled the finger out, and sucked Tracy off it in her mouth. She covered Tracy's pussy with her mouth, pushed her tongue deep inside... spread her legs, opening her up... she reached around, and held "perfection"s ass cheeks - nothing but Nicole's nose and chin visible, as she attempted to completely bury her face into Tracy's vagina. As she licked, and sucked, and slurped, and made moaning noises - for, you know, vibratory effect - Nicole spread Tracy's ass cheeks apart, her fingers slowly creeping in between the cheeks, one finger, at least, finding Tracy's asshole. Teasing it. Trying to get in further, while continuing to eat her out.

Satisfied with this side, Nicole spun her around, and went straight for Tracy's asshole. She gave each cheek a single lick, brushing her tongue over them, upward, and then snaked her tongue up, in between them, finding her rectum.

This caused Tracy to shift forward, suddenly - uncomfortable? turned on, but not wanting to lose control altogether? - and Nicole's tongue slipped out. She reached out, held onto Tracy's hips, both of them giggling. Michael finally made his way into the bedroom. His approach to the scene was still that of general reluctance, but not so much that it kept him away. Nicole noticed, at roughly the same time as Tracy, who crossed her arms to somehow cover up her bare chest from his view. Nicole, however, making some strange game of the situation, wriggled her index finger, signaling for him to come closer.

He walked over to them, moving in front of Tracy, who then, as if on cue, stepped aside - not to avoid the waiting tongue behind her, but to get away from the "bastard scum" of-the-Earth. He reached out for her, nonthreateningly - ease her hostility, make peace for time being.. SOMEthing. But, she wasn't having it; cold to the touch.

Nicole, acting peacemaker of the moment, stood from her genuflect position, and started undressing. Didn't take her long to get everything off, or maybe it just seemed that way - privately, for Tracy and herself - because they were already well soused, and maybe perceptions were fouled up. But, they were gone in no time, and she stood there, naked, with Tracy, whose head hung low, now.

Nicole kissed her softly on the cheek. She cleared her throat, breathed in, preparing herself for the next move, and she took a step toward Michael, who wasn't expecting it, and kissed him. Softly, at first - not out of tenderness, but more like someone tasting something they've never tasted before and it's turning out to be rank, or somebody kissing somebody else they secretly despise, on a bet, and the longer they can kiss the person and the more believable it is guarantees monetary victory. Michael, of course, confused it to mean reconciliation, and immediately thrust himself into kissing her back, his mouth open, her mouth opening, their tongues colliding. She let him touch her breasts, her thighs, between her thighs, her ass, and she reacted - though automatonically - moaning into his mouth and even gasping a little while he fingered her pussy.

Nicole reached over, took Tracy's hand, pulled her gently over to them. She leaned over, whispered something directly into Tracy's right ear. Smiled. Kissed her, again.

Tracy looked at Michael, dead forward. Eyes pointed. Concentrating. She kissed his available mouth, trying to get into it, not finding that to be very difficult since she'd done it so many times in the past. And, despite how much of an asshole he now seemed to her, she still enjoyed kissing him. Which showed, every time she offered her tongue to him. Nicole leaned in, to join the kiss in progress, and Tracy and Michael parted mouths and offered their still compressed tongues to Nicole, and the three of them stood there, mostly naked, sharing a long, involved, wet french kiss.

Nicole took Tracy's hand, again, and lowered it to Michael's crotch.

Tracy, needing little further help, unbuttoned him, pushed the zipper down, reached inside his jeans and fondled his cock through the boxers he wore. Hard, already; warm and stiff to the touch. She got down on her knees, pulled his jeans and boxers down in one, swift motion. He stepped out of them, just as Nicole got behind him. She reached around his waist, grabbed his cock and began to gently stroke it, while Tracy covered the head of his cock with her lips. Nicole used her free hand to tilt Michael's head back and put her tongue in his left ear, and she continued stroking him while Tracy licked and sucked on his enlarged head. She then let him slip from her mouth, and concentrated on his balls, licking up and down on them, and taking each testicle into her mouth one at a time, bathing them with warm saliva. She reached down, between her legs, wet her fingers with her juices and then replaced Nicole's hand with her own, smearing her wetness over his hot, pulsing-hard cock.

Nicole walked around him, joined Tracy on the floor, and the two women took turns suckling on his cock, licking Tracy's pussy juice from it and then meshing tongues. Tracy pulled Nicole's hair back into a ponytail, as she took Michael's cock into her mouth. Nicole made sure to catch Tracy in her peripheral, as she watched Nicole slide her mouth over the length of the erection. Tracy would watch, a moment or two, and then occasionally pushed her face closer so she could alternately lick at the corner of Nicole's mouth, hoping to perhaps push her tongue into the girl's mouth, and licking what little cockmeat was not hidden within Nicole's mouth. Michael kept a hand, just one, on the back of Nicole's head, which shifted forward and back, over and over, fucking her face.

They pushed Michael away, momentarily, and french kissed. Nicole then looked up at Michael, pointed downward, and he sat on the floor and then lay back. Nicole, instigator of the moment, instructed Tracy to sit over Michael's face, while she would work on his cock some more - wanting Tracy to only receive and not give pleasure, since that's what she deserved.

So, Tracy climbed on top of Michael's face, knees bent to either side of his head, her hands on his chest, balancing herself to not smother him - even though that's what he deserved. Michael placed both hands on her thighs, as he pushed his tongue deep inside her pussy. He moved his tongue in a circular, churning motion, inside of her, and then pressed his lips over one portion of womanflesh, sucked it hard. This made Tracy groan just a bit, but he hadn't found her clitoris just yet so there was nothing to get too huffy over. She certainly held no objection to his trying, though, which he did, digging in deeper with his tongue, his mouth locked completely over her cunt, searching for it. Somewhere... THERE IT IS - no.... As Tracy squirmed, and opened up even more to Michael's exploring tongue, he found it. Part of it. She decided to help him out, and used a couple of fingers over the correct spot, not only to offer assistance but because this felt really fucking spectacular, also. Once Michael had it, he would not let go,

clenching her hardened clit between pressed lips, flicking the tip of it very carefully with his tongue. This - after a number of times that he did it - made Tracy squirt into his mouth, which he swallowed, dutifully.

Nicole watched all of this, with admiring eye, while she stroked Michael's trembling cock fast... slow... fast, fast... slow. He was going to come, soon, which she in no way indicated to Tracy, who was much too lost in her own sexual fulfillment to notice, anyway. She couldn't decide whether to continue stroking him until he came, which would surely happen in a matter of seconds if she was not careful, or let Tracy have it. She tightened her grip around the base of his cock, and stopped pumping it, so she could make a decision. This was tough; once he came, would he need a break before getting to any actual fucking, and then during that period of time, would there be regret to consider for Tracy which would keep her from going on with this - whatever this was supposed to be? Would he just drift off to sleep, instead, and leave her unsatisfied? Would she - Tracy dropped down onto Michael's stomach, breaking Nicole from her spell. Tracy smiled - a sort of, 'I know what you're trying to do, and I appreciate it' grin. She noticed that Nicole had stopped pumping Michael's cock, though he was not even close to being flaccid, yet, and reminded Nicole of this with her lascivious eyes. And so, Nicole began again, pumping up and down, shifting skin up and down over the white cartilage beneath it, with her. Tracy felt Michael come to a gradual halt with his licking and sucking back there, and sensed what Nicole sensed.

Then, when he started going "Oh!... Coming... now....", muffled by Tracy's squatting, both women burst into laughter, based on an earlier conversation. With no holding back, Michael came like a fountain - semen spurting out in quick, short bursts, sending mostly clear, tart liquid onto Tracy's chin and nose, and over Nicole's knuckles, and Michael's stomach. He came hard, and afterward the two women spent time cleaning him off: Tracy licked the semen off his belly, Nicole licked her knuckles and then she licked what was now dibbling onto Tracy's lips from her nose, and they french kissed with the taste of sperm full in their mouths.

They rested a total of about two minutes, and then Nicole started to get nervous that what she feared might happen was. She immediately began to stroke Michael's cock back to life, until he reached full mast. This hurt Michael, at first, but he quickly adapted to the pain of erection #2, and then started getting right back into it.

But, Nicole wasn't about to just let him lay there and lazily take her jerking him off like before. She told him to get up, which he did, up to his knees where he waited patiently, expecting more fellatio, until Nicole put her ass toward him.

"Fuck my asshole," she chirped at him, head at an angle, looking back at him over her shoulder. Michael gave his cock a quick stroke, not like he needed it, to keep hard, and then brought the newly revived member to her tiny, almost invisible opening. Michael, having had much previous experience, knew this wouldn't last - that Nicole can get elastic when need be like no other female in the world that HE'D ever been with. Even Tracy. But, Tracy had a nicer pussy; not too loose, and not too not; just right - the kind you could spend hours on end eating out. He made the entrance into the tight hole in front of him in under five seconds, and started to fuck it, gingerly at first, out of respect, but then with more force, out of because he knew she could take it and that it gave her pleasure. Soon, Nicole was fucking back, pounding her hips at him to meet his forward thrusts until their bodies connected, and then started over. Michael leaned over her, his face at the back of her neck, and put his hands down over her inner thighs, massaging her pussy in a kneading-like manner. This made her react, and for real this time, and her teeth grit as she thrust her hips against him harder, and faster, and he knelt upright again with his hands on her hips, to regain a steadier position.

Nicole freed herself of him. She faced him, kissed him hard on the mouth.

"Now, I want you to fuck Tracy," she commanded.

Michael looked in Tracy's general direction. She was already on her feet, and took his hand. She backed up against the wall, pulling him along with her, until they were face to face, up close and that other word. His hands meandered on her thighs and stomach, slowly and meticulously, but she quickly had had enough of this and grabbed his hands and raised them until she had his hands pinning hers to the wall, over her head. She put her head forward for him, and he did the same, and they kissed hungrily. She kept her back pressed to the wall, but pushed her hips out to meet his hips, her cunt smothering his cock, and she wiggled a little and felt his penis twitch and tremble. He moved into her, his cock sliding up inside of her open, wet pussy, and he stayed like this, motionless, the only sound her heavy, erratic breathing. Her eyes her closed, now, and her head back, as she waited to take it. And, he began to fuck her, right there against the wall - a position he could not recall having done with either of them in the past. It was uncomfortable, but maybe that was the point; neither Michael or Tracy had a great deal of room to move, and stay converged like this - not much room for flexibility. So, with just the one to concentrate on, their fucking seemed worlds more intense.

Michael reached down and grabbed hold of her asscheeks, leaving no space between her and the wall for his hands to breathe, and his knuckles, he could tell, were getting white and numb. Not that it mattered in the least. He thrust himself up inside of her, over and over, his slick stiff flesh stabbing through her inner lips and creating a sort of warm - no, hot - brilliant friction. Tracy put up with this for only a couple minutes and then, panting, asked him "You got me?" and he said, panting, that he did, and then she bent her knees and lifted her feet from the floor in a jumping-esque movement and locked the heels of both feet around the small of his back. He knew what she wanted, and carried her the short distance to the bed, and lay her down, on top of her and still inside. She rolled over, on top, and he scooted back on the bed, and she adjusted herself a bit until she sat astride him, and fucked him by moving her pussy over his dick in a harsh, determined up-and-down movement. She kept arching her back, moving forward a little, his cock sliding out of her halfway, and then sitting down and engulfing him again until she picked up a fast, breathless pace. He had his hands on her ass, squeezing both the cheeks then letting them go, squeezing.. and letting go..




Revenge



Tracy walked over to them - she had been masturbating on the floor - and knelt by the bed. There was enough space between this one side of the bed and where they were crotch-fucking to rest her head, and so she did, her face right up in the action. She reached in and caught Tracy on a rise, and pulled Michael's cock the rest of the way out of her, and started sucking him off. He was already well lubed from her wet, which made for easy, swift stroking. She jerked his cock, while intermittently sucking and licking the swelled head, and he started to buck his hips. She was bringing him to the edge, again, and so she stopped, squeezed him hard and held on to prevent ejaculation. She licked his balls, and moved onto the bed with them, beside them, and pulled Tracy on top of her, and the two girls french kissed a while, and then Michael jerked himself off, watching them make out.

Tracy moved off of Nicole, and lay down on the other side of Michael. Nicole began kissing Michael, and pumping his cock at the same time, as Tracy put her mouth over the head. She stroked him fast, and soon the base of her fist was making slapping noises against his balls, and Tracy opened her mouth wide, tongue out, so that both her lovers could see it when Michael came. One look at her, and he did; come, thicker than before, surged forth onto Tracy's awaiting tongue, most of which dripped to the back of her throat, where she let it collect. None of the semen landed anywhere else. Nicole, not giving her a chance to swallow, leaped onto Tracy and buried her tongue into Tracy's still open mouth, trying to taste every bit of semen that she could. And, then Tracy swallowed, and continued licking at Nicole's tongue.

Michael was visibly spent. Exhausted, sweaty, panting. Cock wilting. When Nicole and Tracy had finished grooming, they stood, leaving Michael on the floor. Tracy turned to him, and said, "That was the last one. We're even."

"Wait, are you certain?" Nicole asked, reluctant.

"Absolutely, I am."

"Ok, then."

"It's been a real slice, Mikey," Tracey said, with malicious ease.



Revenge



My name is Lisa, I am going to tell you a story of how I got revenge on my roommate Kathy for steeling my boyfriend Jimmy away from me. Jimmy is the star quarterback on our college football team. He is 5' 10" Black Hair, Dark Brown eyes, a medium build and has a smile that stands out in any crowd. Knowing Jimmy from when I was with him he can be very jealous. One night I watched while Kathy signed on to her computer in order to get her password for her Internet account. I went to bed thinking of how I was going to get revenge on her for what she did to me. The next day Kathy went to class and I signed on to her computer to send an e-mail. I sent the e-mail to Jimmy's address but addressed it to a guy named Brad. The e-mail said as follows:

"Dear Brad, I really enjoyed our encounter last weekend and I want to try something new and exciting. I was going to try it with Jimmy and let him be the first to penetrate my virgin ass but Jimmy I don't think has as nice a prick as you do. I will meet you at our hotel at 8:00 o'clock. You are the best fuck I've ever had and I am looking forward to giving my virgin ass to you. Anxiously waiting. Kathy"

I then sent a few other e-mails and then I anxiously waited for my plan to take effect.

6:00 o'clock that night Kathy was taking a shower and I told her that I would be going out for the evening and that I would see her later. I left the room and went down the hall to wait in the corner for the fun to begin. Like clockwork Jimmy read his e-mail when he got back from class and the fun began. 

Jimmy raced over Kathy's dorm room and banged on her door screaming her name. Kathy had just gotten out of the shower and had just finished putting her panties on, wrapped a towel around her and opened the door to see Jimmy in a fit of rage. He started screaming at her not letting her get a word in. She got pissed off and told him to get out and to leave her alone. Jimmy in his state grabbed her and flung her over his shoulder and slammed her face down onto the bed. Kathy started screaming so Jimmy grabbed a T-shirt that was on the bed and stuck it in her mouth. Kathy was squirming, kicking, and trying to get up. 

Jimmy laid across her holding her down and reached for the extension cord that was plugged into the light. He ripped the cord out of the socket and proceeded to tie Kathy's wrists to her legs leaving her tied up in a kneeling position facing down on the bed. Jimmy grabbed her by the hair pulling her head back and screaming said, "You little bitch, so you think he has a nicer prick than me huh?" With that he grabbed her panties and ripped them from her body exposing her tight little ass. Jimmy removed the T-shirt from her mouth took Kathy by the hair and told her to suck on his prick. Kathy tried to talk to Jimmy but Jimmy told her to shut up and stuck his cock in her mouth. Suck my cock Bitch! So you want to lose your virginity tonight do you? Jimmy exclaimed. 

At that there was a knock at the door. Jimmy stuffed the T-shirt back into Kathy's mouth and went to see who it was. It was Jimmy's friend Bobby. Jimmy evidently called and explained to him what happened and asked Bobby to help teach Kathy a lesson. Bobby was well hung with about a 10" cock and Jimmy felt he would be perfect for his revenge on her. Jimmy brought Bobby over to the bed and took the T-shirt out of Kathy's mouth. He grabbed her by the hair and told her to suck on Bobby's cock. But Jimmy, she said. Jimmy again told her to shut up and do what he said. I want you to suck his cock now. Jimmy watched as Kathy sucked his friend's cock and began to be aroused by what was going on. He knew how good it felt when she sucked him off and he could see the look on his friend's face. 

Jimmy left his friend there for Kathy to suck while he mounted her from behind and stuck his cock in her pussy. He noticed that Kathy was getting wet and he told her that she was going to get what she wanted. Bobby's cock continued to grow in her mouth and Kathy was really surprised of how big his cock was getting. Jimmy asked Kathy if she liked his big cock. Kathy tried to answer but Bobby rammed his cock even further in her mouth pulling her by the hair and telling her the more she tried to talk the harder he was going to fuck her ass. Kathy's eyes lit up with terror, She couldn't believe that big cock could fit into her tight little ass. She knew she was in trouble. 

So you want to get fucked in the ass? Jimmy exclaimed. Jimmy then lifted her up to a sitting position on his cock and wrapped his arms around her holding her down. Kathy's nipples were hanging in Jimmy's face and he began to suck on them. He grabbed her ass and spread her cheeks and told Bobby to come from behind her while she lay on top of Jimmy with his cock inside her. Lick her ass Bobby, Get it nice and wet for your big cock. Kathy tried to squirm free but she couldn't move or say anything as Jimmy stuffed the T-shirt back into her mouth. Cmon Baby you know you want that nice prick in your ass. Now you are going to get what you asked for. Bobby leaned down and started to lick her ass and slid his finger inside her. He repeatedly did this until Kathy's ass was wet enough to start working in his big cock. Bobby spread her legs a little wider and begins to work his swollen mushroom into her tight hole. 

Kathy began to scream as his swollen member penetrated her waiting ass. As his pulsating rod worked its way inside of her anal cavity, Kathy's eyes widened feeling Bobby's erect cock sliding in and out of her anal opening. Jimmy exclaimed to Kathy "Like that Bitch? and told Bobby to slide it in deeper". The boys fucked her in rhythm for about 20 minutes before Bobby asked if he could have a turn fucking her pussy. Jimmy said sure and I'll take a crack at her little ass. Bobby then pulled his long swollen cock from Kathy's ass and rolled onto her side off of Jimmy. Bobby then grabbed Kathy by her hair and stuffed his swollen prick down her throat making Kathy gag on his rock hard cock. Jimmy stood behind Kathy playing with her erect nipples watching Kathy as she sucked his friend's swollen member. 

Bobby's cock was swelling enormously at the head to a point where Kathy could not open her mouth wide enough to accommodate his increasingly growing mushroom. Bobby's huge balls were hanging heavily smacking Kathy's chin as he fucked her mouth. Bobby then dislodged his cock from Kathy's mouth and laid down on the bed awaiting her dripping swollen pussy. Bobby told her if she promised to be quiet he would leave the T-shirt out of her mouth. Jimmy wrapped his arms around Kathy's waste and lifted her up like a doll and slid her pussy down around Bobby's awaiting swollen prick. As the head of Bobby's cock penetrated Kathy's pussy Kathy moaned in ecstasy as his swollen mushroom worked it's way in her pussy spreading her wide open. Jimmy bounced Kathy up and down on Bobby's swollen cock making her scream at the size of his member breaking through unexplored territory inside of her. Jimmy began to talk to Bobby while playing with Kathy's erect nipples. Asking him if he liked Kathy's tight pussy. He played and pinched her nipples enticing Bobby making his member expand inside her tight hole. Jimmy exclaimed, Do you like his cock bitch? Kathy screamed Yes as she moaned with pleasure and begged Jimmy to fuck her in her ass. Not yet Jimmy replied. 

As he lowered her tits towards Bobby's mouth telling him to suck Kathy's nipples while he fingered her ass. Jimmy's cock was ripping at the sight of Bobby's huge cock fucking Kathy's pussy. Jimmy stood up and mounted his Bitch sticking is cock into her wet tight ass, and began to fuck his little submissive bitch. The feeling of Jimmy's cock filling her up ass along with Bobby's big cock in her pussy sent shivers into Kathy's pussy. Jimmy spanked her ass while he fucked her and began to stroke Bobby's balls telling Kathy he was going to make his cock grow even bigger for her. As Jimmy stroked Bobby's swollen balls Bobby's cock began to swell and grew 2 more inches in length penetrating her deeper than ever . Kathy screamed and pleaded for Jimmy to stop playing with his balls as she could not accommodate his cock any longer. Kathy's muscles began to contract around Bobby's massive cock causing Bobby to release all of the build up cum in his balls. Kathy screamed as the cum shot deep inside of her womb. The sudden swelling of Bobby's cock caused Kathy to erupt in uncontrollable orgasm as the cum from Bobby's cock pumped her cavity filling it and causing her pussy to ooze with his hot juices. Jimmy felt Kathy's and Bobby's muscles contracting and that send him over the edge exploding his own orgasm deep inside her ass. After Jimmy composed himself he grabbed Kathy by the hair pulling her up off Bobby's cock causing all his cum to gush out of Kathy's spent pussy. Jimmy laid Kathy face down still tied and left her exhausted and spent and left the room with Bobby telling her that he had no more use for her. 

After I saw them leave I entered the room and walked over to Kathy who was still tied up with cum dripping out of both of her swollen holes. Kathy said thank God you're here, please untie me. I laughed and exclaimed to Kathy that this is what she gets for fucking me over and that I still had more in store for her. I looked at the clock and noticed it was about time for phase two. I had sent an e-mail to the geeks in our school from Kathy's computer telling them that I was sorry for treating them so badly and to come to my dorm at 9:00 o'clock and that I had a present for them. I told them not to bother to unwrap it just to have fun with it. I then blindfolded Kathy and stuffed the T-shirt back into her mouth. I cleaned off the both of her holes of cum and left the room. I was amazed to see 10 guys show up to fuck that little bitch for the duration of the night as I watched through the peep hole and played with my clit just as I did when Jimmy and Bobby were there but that's another story.



Revenge



Luke and I had been together ever since I was 16. He was the first, and only man I'd ever fucked. When I was 20, we got married. By the time I was 25, we lived in a little house with a picket fence, had 2.5 kids, and where the "perfect" couple. That's why I didn't understand the whole Koryn thing. I found her number by accident, really, while washing his work shirts. So, I did what any nosy wife would do. I called it. A woman with a really perky voice answered, and I hung up. 

So now, 2 weeks later, Luke's saying he wants a divorce. I was heartbroken, but also hell bent on revenge. I began stalking Koryn, plotting what I could do that would really mess with Luke's head. But when I saw her kissing some girl at her front door one night, it hit me. 

I began it casually enough, bumping into her in common places, but the night I saw her getting trashed at the bar, I made my move. I shimmied up to the bar, plopped down on the stool beside her, and looked her square in the eye. But I'll do away with the idle chitchat, it only takes up time. We ended up in her car, a tangle of hair, hands, and tongues. We were so wet, we couldn't wait to go anywhere, so I lifted her skirt, yanked down her thong, and began to tease her cunt. I licked her thighs, her belly, even let my tongue flit across her clit, but never put my mouth directly on her throbbing pussy. 

She disrobed herself completely, and I admired her from her emerald green eyes to her soft, small tits, to her adequate ass and hips, she was beautiful. I lifted my head to one breast, suckling like a baby. Her nipples grew inside of my mouth, and I wanted to feel that hardness in me. I undressed pretty damn quick, and lowered my aching slit onto her chest. I rode her tit like it was a dick, and it felt so good. Then I lowered myself, and licked my own juice off of her. She was begging me to fuck her, and hard. I put 3 fingers in her, slowly, watching her face as I filled up her soft hole. 

She was practically crying, she needed to cum so badly. I slid my whole hand up in her, it was so strange. I had her bend over the seat, and while I was fucking her with my arm, I began to smack her ass. 

She was very pale, and her sweet milky ass cheeks soon turned red. I was just about to finger her ass, when she suddenly convulsed on my arm, and the most cum I have ever seen in my life flowed down my arm. She lifted herself off my arm, and laid her chest near my pussy. I began rubbing my stiff clit furiously as she slid her nipple in and out between my swollen lips. When I came, I exploded on her stomach and chest, and she rubbed against me, making our bodies all sticky. 

Well, next time, I think we're gonna tie ol' Luke up and let him watch. Sweet revenge.



Revenge



I received an email today at work from Warren telling me to meet him at his brother's cabin; he had a surprise for me. I have been seeing Warren for a few months on the side; my husband is always away on some kind of business trip. Warren and I usually met at a hotel or up at his brother's cabin so I never thought that anything was suspicious at all. He had always taken such great care to be sure no one ever found out about us for me.

The cabin was two hours out of the city, it was great so peaceful. Like usual I was the first to arrive so I started a fire in the fireplace and made a pot of coffee.

I was sitting flipping through a magazine waiting for him; I had already changed into a long black satin nightgown that laced up on the sides, a gift from Warren.

I heard the door open I grinned to myself and stood in the middle of the living room waiting for him to come in. I froze in shock because it wasn't Warren who walked in but a woman, I recognized her from photos from around the cabin.

"Oh God I am so sorry, Warren told me..." I managed before she cut me off.

"Yes I know, told you to meet him here. Well I can tell you he won't be coming anytime soon." Her voice was hard and cold and if looks could kill I would be dead. 

I was flustered, I grabbed a blanket from the couch to cover myself, "I'm confused, what has happened? How did you know about us? Why did he send his sister up here to tell me this?" I was full of questions but a feeling of dread was warming my blood. Something wasn't right and I was starting to get a pretty good feeling that this wasn't his sister-in-law.

"You really are a stupid bitch, I'm his wife and I know because I sent you the message. He didn't cover his trails to well these past couple of weeks. I have read more than enough of your email to see what has been happening." It felt as if someone had wrenched my stomach my head was spinning.

I muttered, " He never told me, I swear he never...Oh God I am so sorry...Oh shit this can't be happening."

She began to come over to me every bone in my body began to scream danger. This really wasn't good I was alone with a jilted wife in the middle of nowhere.

I was shaking when I stood, " I think I should just go now."

As I moved to get by her she grabbed my arm and pushed me back down on the couch then slapped me so hard my head snapped to the side, " Listen and you listen good." She seethed, "You will leave when I am good and finished with your slutty ass."

I could taste blood in my mouth; I couldn't believe this was happening. I heard a car drive up and my heart leaped into my throat. I was so sure it was Warren who else could it have been. I watched the door intently waiting for him to walk in.

"You stay right there whore." She turned then left for the door.

With my hopes running high I jumped up fully believing I was going to see Warren in the doorway. My heart stopped beating when I saw four other women walk in, each giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

I began to panic " No, oh God, no." It was all I could manage to say. She glared at me from the door her friends looking towards me grinning.

"My tonight will be quite entertaining." One of them said.

Warren's wife stormed towards me yelling, " You don't listen very well, I told you to stay put."

She grabbed me by my hair and pulled me back into the living room and pushed me back into the chair. She came at me with her fists bunched but before I could cover my face I felt her fist connect a couple of times. 

Her friends rushed over and pulled her off of me telling her " That's enough stop it Hon, she'll more than pay for everything this weekend. Let us take care of things right now. Let Kelly here take you into the kitchen while we prepare. Have a cup of coffee and take something to relax. I'm sure we can handle things from here for you."

Listening to her made me cry, silent sobs racked my body as I curled up into a small ball in the chair. This had to be a horrible nightmare, I jumped as I felt someone touch me then whispered in my ear " It's ok slut, you're safe, for now. Let me see the damage, she wont come at you like that again, that I can I promise, no one will. We need you looking pretty for the camera."

I looked up in shock and as I did she had grabbed my face between her hands.

She looked quickly " Well a split lip a little bruising on the cheek but no other damage done."

The two other women came in to sit on the arms of the chair. " O.k. well let us introduce ourselves and tell you our part of the story. I am Sheri on your left is Tanya and on your right is Becky. Kelly is in the kitchen with your worst nightmare Julie."

I couldn't think my head was racing " I swear he never told me." Was all I could say.

"Shhh, you speak only when told from now on. It doesn't matter you see she's checked you out. You yourself married, then there was my husband, Kelly's husband, Tanya's husband plus many more. It would seem you've used your husbands office as your hunting ground." Sheri's voice was calm and oddly soothing as she spoke.

I wanted to be sick it was like time had stopped. The room was swirling again the blackness creeping in. 

Sheri began tapping my face " Stay with me slut there's no passing out," She paused, " yet." The three women giggled as Sheri gently brought my head between my knees to keep me from passing out.

Kelly called out from the kitchen " Hey Becky just hold on out there we're still waiting for a couple more, Terry and Jess are coming."

Sheri pulled my head up and looked into my eyes " Oh this is going to be fun." She smiled wickedly at me.

I could taste the bile in the back of my throat; I whispered, " Please don't do this."

Sheri grabbed one of my nipples and twisted hard, " I told you not to speak unless spoken to didn't I?"

I gasped out in pain managing a weak, " Yes."

"Yes what?" She replied twisting harder.

"Y-y-yes Ma`am." I stammered.

Sheri let go of my nipple and brushed the tears from my face. Her face lit up suddenly, " Terry, Jess I didn't hear you guys come in."

"Well we didn't want to interrupt your lesson. So does the bitch learn fast?" asked Terry.

Becky turned back to me and smiled "Well it seems she does have a little trouble doing what she's told. I'm sure we all can cure that."

Becky and Tanya grabbed my arms and pulled me into the middle of the living room as the others moved the couch out of the way then brought the table that was behind the couch into the middle of the room near me. As they finished they gathered around me in a circle.

A chill ran down my spine, my palms were sweaty, I couldn't move I was so frightened. I wanted the floor to swallow me up. I looked from one woman to the next trying to read their faces.

Becky was a tiny woman in her mid 30's, everything about her was tiny she seemed elfish in appearance. Her dark eyes were full of anticipation they glittered with excitement.

Jess was a tall young blonde, your stereotypical trophy wife. She stood there watching me with her arms folded and hunger on her face. Tanya was the opposite she looked like your stereotypical housewife. She had a thicker build and average looks.

Terry had fiery red hair and green eyes. She was standing with Kelly whose bright blue eyes were glowing. They stood there licking their lips like a cat watching a mouse.

Sheri was starting to look like a kid in a candy store. Her firm body was oozing sexual energy.

When my eyes fell on Julie I dropped them immediately to the floor, I couldn't look at her. I was afraid she would come at me again though she seemed a bit more relaxed, but looks can be deceiving.

"O.k. bitch strip." Julie commanded her voice hard and cold.

What I hadn't noticed was the thin riding crop she has in her hand. She crossed her arms tapping it against her upper arm. I couldn't move my eyes were glued to the riding crop in Julie's hand.

"All right you had your chance. Jess, Terry, strip her." Before I even had a chance to spin around Terry was in front of me and Jess was behind me holding my arms. I tried to struggle free but her grip was firm. Terry just grinned at me as she grabbed the front of my nightgown and jerked down on it, instantly tearing the straps. The nightgown pooled at my feet and Jess continued to hold my arms, I was so humiliated standing there naked in front of all these women.

Terri grabbed one of my arms while Jess continued to hold the other. They held me tightly as Julie came around in front of me smirking running the tip of the crop across my belly. I tried to back away but they held me firm. My eyes went wide when I saw the crop.

"It's time for payback." Julie raised the crop and brought it across my breasts. I had never felt pain like that before in my life, Jess and Terry let me fall to my knees. Before I could recover from the pain Julie brought it down again on my tits.

"That pain is nothing close to what I felt." Quickly she cracks the crop once on each breast.

She looked up " Who's next?" I snapped my head up; I heard a few stifled laughs.

"Oh pleases let me." It was Sheri. As Julie handed her the crop she said, " I'll need the rope." Sheri took the rope and handed it to Jess.

"Tie her arms together." Jess made sure the rope was secure as Terry and her walked away no longer needed.

Sheri stood behind me and grabbed my hair and pulled me back. I practically fell back I had lost my balance. I lay there on my back with my legs bent up under me. Sheri came around in front and kicked my knees farther apart exposing my pussy.

Sheri ran the crop slowly up from my cunt along my belly up along my breasts running it along my cheek then back down again. My muscles tensed as she brought the crop up over my skin as it brushed against my cheek I turned my face away sobbing.

I cried out as she brought it down over my pussy and along the insides of my thighs. Over and over as they each took their turns lashing it across my body. It felt like an eternity before they had finished, I could feel the welts burning. 

I was crying hysterically as two grabbed my arms and dragged me to the table, " Please no.please stop..." I managed to stammer. They began to tie me to the table.

Tanya grabbed my face roughly forcing me to look at her," I don't remember telling you to beg bitch." she spat.

They made sure that my ass was just at the edge of the table; my arms were stretched out and firmly tied to the legs of the table. They looped a rope around each of my knees and tied them so my legs were pushed up to my chest and spread open.

"Should we gag her?" asked Becky.

"No, there's no need for that." Julie grinned she came up beside my face and grabbed my chin firmly and turned my head away from her.

She ran her thumb roughly over my bottom lip, " Her mouth will be kept quite busy." 

She had turned my head so I could see that the women were stripping and a few were helping each other strap on rather large dildos. Terry was helping Becky, as she stood behind her she caressed Becky's tits and kissed her neck. When she noticed that I was being made to watch she grabbed the dildo and began stroking it like it was a real cock. Becky giggled and began bucking her hips as if she could feel her hand stroking. Kelly was stroking her dildo like she was jacking off watching the two. 

Julie looked up at Sheri and said, " All right baby work your magic."

I looked frantically between the two tugging at the ropes again. Sheri grinned as she stood between my legs and began tracing a finger along the inside of my thigh. I closed my eyes as fresh tears ran down my cheeks. Her finger continued it's gentle path up my inner thigh. I didn't want to like this, the feel of her fingers on me, but it felt so nice after all that has happened to me so far. 

I had never been with a woman before and in spite of everything I was beginning to enjoy the feel of her soft touch. Her finger found it's way to my moistening slit she spread my lips apart and then I felt her hot breath on my pussy. I kept my eyes closed I couldn't look at the others afraid of what they were doing, planning.

Her tongue slipped out and flicked at my clit making it hard, making it ache. As she did this her hands started to caress my breasts. Her tongue and fingers teased for what felt like only seconds before there was a sudden sharp pain on my clit and nipples. My eyes flew open; they had attached clips to my nipples and clit.

Sheri continued to tease the tips of my nipples with her fingers and my clit with her tongue. My nipples and clit were swelling, her tongue and fingers felt somewhat soothing as the clips bit into my skin.

I was squirming under her getting use to the pain of the clips, " All right that's enough for now." Julie whispered into Sheri's ear.

Sheri stood and moved to the side Julie was standing there wearing the largest of the dildos. My eyes were round as I looked around trying to see what was happening. I stopped when I saw Jess holding a camera already taping everything that was happening.

Julie bent down to my ear and whispered, " The rules of this game are before the person stops pounding into your cunt you have to get the woman on your mouth off."

Before I even had a chance to protest Tanya had her pussy already over my mouth, she sat with her back towards me. I felt a dildo rip into me making me scream. I couldn't tell which one it was my screams were muffled by Tanya's pussy.

"If you want it to stop you better start licking whore." I had no idea who said it my head was swimming.

I pressed my tongue onto Tanya's pussy I was unsure of what to do I had never did this before and with the dildo being slammed into me I was unable to really concentrate on what I was doing. 

My pussy was practically dry as I was being fucked mercilessly, " You'll have to do better than that of course if you like being fucked like this."

The pounding became even harder I closed my eyes and tried to collect myself. I took a deep breath and started to press my tongue into Tanya's hole, " Mmmm, that's a little better."

I wanted this to end fast I had to try anything to make them cum fast. I did my best to block the pain from my mind and to forget about the camera. I started to flick my tongue on her clit and around the lips of her pussy. I sucked on them and kissed them then I sucked in her clit again.

"Oh yeah that's it..." Tanya moaned over and over. 

I was finding all the spots and she began to rub her pussy over my mouth grinding it. 

I moaned and whimpered into her pussy as the fucking continued relentlessly. 

Suddenly Tanya pressed her cunt down on my face and began to shudder her cum was flowing over my lips.

"Suck it out of me Bitch, drink it all." As she came she flicked and pressed at my clit making me jump and strain at my ropes screaming hard into her pussy. Once she was satisfied she climbed off of me and between my legs was Becky with a wicked grin on her face as she slammed into my cunt viciously. 

Terry came over and licked at my lips, " Oh yes Tanya your cum tastes so sweet on her lips."

Terry climbed up next also facing away from me but the fucking stopped momentarily as someone else started to fuck me. On and on it went I had started to get into licking their pussies, my cunt was even dripping by the time they had finished.

Julie came over to me still wearing her dildo, " Of course the slut was going to like it. Now it's time for you to clean off our dicks."

She straddled my face and shoved the dildo into my mouth until I was gagging on it. Julie fucked my mouth until she was satisfied that it was cleaned enough. Sheri and Jess who were the last, they were about to take them off when Julie said, " Wait not yet we aren't done."

I moaned the ladies looked at her confused, " There is still another hole." Julie pressed her finger against my ass hole.

I panicked, " No, no, you can't please no." 

Julie slapped me hard on either side of my face, " No one asked you for your opinion."

I breathed deep Becky waltzed up behind Julie and handed her a bottle of oil. She rested her chin on Julie's shoulder and watched as Julie poured oil from the bottle between my legs. They watched as the oil ran down between my ass cheeks. Tanya had the camera and came around and got a shot of it.

Julie went first she pressed the tip of the dildo into my ass. I groaned loudly and tensed, she continued to press harder finally getting the tip in, " Oh yeah fuck her Julie, make the whore scream." 

"Yes fuck her ass."

"Fuck her ass like it has never been fucked." As Julie started to fuck me again they cheered her on. Julie's speed picked up I was straining against the ropes my mouth open in a silent scream fresh tears running down my face. 

The sweat was poring down my body as she continued to pound my ass her face twisted into a hateful look. The pain was becoming too much and to make matters worse Sheri, Kelly, and Becky stood beside me and each was playing with my nipple and clit. Each of them were being rough and gentle at different intervals. My voice was hoarse from screaming.

Julie stopped, panting, " I have an idea get her on her feet."

They undid the ropes and made me stand my knees were weak. Two of them held me up by my arms, " Here throw the ropes over the rafters then tie her with her legs spread. We can then fuck her ass and pussy at the same time." Julie grinned as she announced her next plan.

"Since she loves to fuck so much I am sure she'll love this." She sneered.

I would have dropped to my knees if I weren't being held up. Once done Julie came around behind me again and rubbed the tip of the dildo over my ass.

"O.k. who wants to go first?" She asked as she grabbed at my tits.

Jess stepped forward " This is going to be so much fun."

"Hold her ass cheeks apart for me." Julie asked.

Jess held my ass apart and Julie ran the tip over my ass hole then slid it in again holding it deep until Jess had entered me. Jess pressed hard into my pussy holding my face between her hands as they began to fuck me. She licked at my lips held my head back so I had to look her in the eyes. All I could feel were hands stroking my body and two large dildos fucking me. It was too much it didn't take long for me to pass out I was exhausted and the pain was too much.

When I came to I was laying on the floor my hands tied behind my back. 

Terry came over to me and knelt down " You wrecked our fun but that's o.k. we still have a whole day ahead of us."

Sheri came over " Come on lets move her." 

They had moved me over to the TV and sat me on the floor making me sit with my legs straight out in front of me and my back against the couch. Everyone came into the living room and sat down on the couch.

"We have a little show for you." Sheri told me.

When they all had settled they turned on the TV, what flashed across the screen made me gasp. They were making me watch what they had recorded. I had tried to look away but one of them had pulled my head up by my hair. 

"Watch." Julie commanded.

I was mortified that I had to watch this my body splayed out each of them fucking me. Close ups of my tongue licking their pussy. After a while it was like I was watching someone else, my pussy was becoming wet. I squeezed my thighs together hoping to get some kind of relief. 

Behind me I could hear them kissing, moaning, "I think the slut would like to watch us."

I heard a few giggles as Julie said, "Turn around whore."

I struggled to turn once I was facing them I kept my head down to embarrassed to look.

Julie hooked her finger under my chin and lifted my head, " Watch."

I bit my lip I didn't want them to see that I was enjoying this. Kelly's head was between Julie's legs as Sheri was fucking Kelly with a dildo. The others were licking Jess's nipples and pussy. I could feel the wetness of my pussy dripping down my thigh.




Revenge



As I watched someone behind me touched my shoulder. I didn't have to turn around I knew the feel of the hand it was my husband's. 

He whispered in my ear, "You will understand something right now. Since you absolutely love sex, these women will be in charge of that part of your life while I am away. You will obey everything they say."

My heart stopped beating for a moment then leaped into my throat. I nodded.

"Now I think we'll give these ladies their privacy they have worked hard all night." 

He kept my hands tied behind my back as he put my coat over my shoulders and led me from the house.



Revenge: A Dish Best Served Cold



It was just after twelve noon and I was returning home a few hours early. I hoped that my wife Betty would not be home. I was worn out having been away for three days on business. I needed a couple of hours rest and my wife was usually pretty horny when I had been away .

The trip had been enjoyable as it was to an area where we had previously lived. I had taken the opportunity to visit a couple of old friends while I was in there. As I pulled into the driveway and didn't see Betty's car so I was home free or so I thought.

It so happened that I didn't make much noise when I entered. It was not unusual for Betty to take a midday nap so if she was home and napping I wanted not to disturb her. It was pretty silent at first and then I heard a odd sound from the bedroom area. I listened carefully and decided that it was the sounds of impending orgasm.

"Oh." I thought. "She's masturbating. Might be fun to watch." My cock thought so too and voted by getting hard. 

Interestingly she seemed to be talking to herself. I never knew her to do that but I crept quietly wanting to hear just what she was saying. Then I heard the words but I didn't believe what I was hearing. Then I thought. "She's doing a fantasy. I wonder who her fantasy lover is?"

I got down on the floor and peeked around the door jam and about died from shock. The blinds were closed but I could see three people. Obviously one was Betty. She was kneeling on the bed with her naked butt hanging over the bottom. She was naked and there was a naked man behind her moving his midsection in a manner that I knew that his cock was fucking her cunt.

There was another guy spread eagle in front of her. Her head was bobbing up and down as if she was giving him a blow job. It was too dark for me to recognize either man. But they were all three enjoying the encounter,  

My first thought was to get my gun and shoot all three of them. Then I remembered that I no longer owned a gun.

Then I remembered, I did own a camera. A very good digital camera. Two thousand dollars worth of camera. A gift from Betty. Well I damn sure was going to give her a gift. She was going to get some pictures. I quietly slipped down to my home office for the camera.

It was fully charged and I set it for a special feature that it had. This feature allowed you to take a picture in low light and later see the picture as if there were plenty of light. The only problem was that it needed special equipment to do the enhancement.

I sneaked back upstairs and found a good hiding place and started taking pictures. I was just in time. They seemed all to be in the midst of orgasm. There were "I'm coming." comments and "Please come now." comments flying back and forth and I hoped that I had remembered to set the camera for as well as for video. 

I went quietly back downstairs and removed the disc for processing and loaded in a new one and put the camera back where it belonged. The disc I hid in my toolbox. I could do nothing with it until tomorrow. Then I slipped back out of the house and drove away. 

I called the house and got Betty and told her that I would get home in about a half hour. Then I stopped at a bar to do some thinking. I was really pissed but at the same time this was a chance to get free and clear and maybe even get ahead. After all she was the bad ass and she had most of the money. 

With the pics as evidence I would be able to divorce Betty and be way ahead dollar wise. I pulled out my cell phone and called a recently divorced friend who had bragged about what his lawyer had done for him and got the lawyers name and number. Then I called her and made an appointment for the next day at 10:00 AM.

I headed home getting more pissed as I went. I'd teach the bitch to fuck with me. How dare she. She was just a dumb broad. Her job was to stay home and take care of the house. 

Her other job was to be hot and ready when I wanted and to keep her mouth and cunt loyal to me. She didn't do that. 

"Just who in the hell does the bitch think she's fucking with. I'll fix her for betraying me. Besides she won't get any of my money. Maybe I'll even get some of her trust fund. She's been lording it over me for having more income than her for years. Yea. I'll fix the bitch."

I went home and all was serene and quiet and I acted as if everything was fine and I was just tired. Betty did try to act as if she were hot and ready. I gave her a little fingering and could tell that she was still full of cum. The bitch didn't even use a condom. I hoped that the guys were STD free. I begged off though in order to sleep and didn't get up till morning.

The following morning I retrieved the disc and at ten was at the lawyers office. I told her the story and she quickly drew up the papers and messengered them to the courthouse for the necessary filings and signatures. 

She gave me the name of a good computer guy/private detective who would enhance the images. I dropped the disc on the way to my work. About two hours later just before lunch the messenger arrived with the signed and recorded papers. 

I was itching to serve them and to see Betty's face when I served her and showed her the video. I called the computer guy to see if he had finished and he surprised me by saying.

"Yes John I copied the disc. It didn't need enhancement and I don't think you are going to be pleased with the result. You better come over and look."

I raced to the detectives office and he greeted me saying. "I hate to tell you this John but you've been had." Then he flipped some switches and said. "Watch the screen."

There in full color was a woman who was getting her pussy eaten and who was obviously enjoying the sensations. The problem was that it wasn't Betty. It finally dawned on me that it was our former neighbor Jessica. Then I recognized that the guy eating her out was me."

The video continued as we sucked and fucked and licked. The voices spoke of past and future encounters and of how cold Betty was and how she never was available to me. I realized that the video was made just three days ago.

This was followed by a similar video of me and Kathy taken just two days ago and very similar in nature to the previous one. I sat down in Jim's office as he handed me the disc. I tried to make sense of the situation. "That's a copy, not the original." He said. "So destroying it won't do any good." 

"She or they or whoever was way ahead of you. Obviously the ladies husbands are in on it as they had to have set up the cameras. My guess is that they set you up at your house also. And obviously they knew about the pics you took and where you hid the disc. It looks like you were set up somehow and now they have evidence and you don't. I hate to tell you this but I have no doubt but that your goose is cooked." 

I sat for awhile and then decided that it was time to go home and see if I could bluff my way out of my poor position. As I drove I thought about it and I soon knew just what to say to fix the problem. I always was able to talk the stupid little bitch into whatever I wanted. 

A little groveling and then some sweet talk. She was putty in my hands. I'd get her in bed begging for more before she even had her brain activated enough to think about divorce. 

I pulled my company car into the driveway and was surprised to see my Escalade outside. I never parked it outside. After all it cost fifty thousand plus dollars. A XMAS gift from Betty. It was in my name thank god but Betty made the payments. I couldn't see inside of it. I pulled up beside it and realized that something was different.

I parked and walked over to it. The first thing I noticed was that something was taped to the steering wheel. It had a blue cover. Then it hit me. It was court papers. My hands trembled as I looked around inside. It was full of stuff. I quickly realized that it was mostly my clothes and my personal stuff.

Just then I heard a sound behind me. A big rough looking guy pointed at the blue covered document and said loud and clear. "YOU HAVE BEEN SERVED." Then he walked away. 

I went to the front door. It was locked. I tried my key. It didn't work. Just then I heard Betty say. "All the rest of your stuff is in the garage. Let me know when you are coming to pick it up and I'll leave it open for you."

I looked around. I finally located Betty who was leaning out of an upstairs window. "By the way. In case you didn't recognize them the two guys were Bob Willis and Ted Jeffers. Remember them? Jessica and Kathy's husbands. I doubt if you are welcome at there house any more. By the way this has been in the works since you screwed Janie Reston about three months ago. She called to brag."

I got into my Escalade and drove to a small rental property that I happened to own and which had been vacant for about six months. Lucky me I thought. 

As I unloaded the SUV and realized that Betty had known the worst for a long time I recalled the old saying

"Revenge is a dish best served cold."    



Revenge: A Dish Best Served Hot



You awake to the feel of soft silken cords twined comfortably tight around your wrists and ankles - binding you to the corners of my 4 poster bed. "No blind fold - I want you to see all of this..." Your sleep fuzzed eyes focus on an avenging 'angel' in full glory from the wild bed-tousled hair to the demonic twist of pouty pink lips. I sit on my knees between your wide spread legs admiring the view. From the 'impish' twinkle in my eyes you know I enjoy seeing you spread before me - a slave to my torture "You are in for it now Master."

With a voice gruff from sleep, "Release me slave ...you will pay dearly for this insolence." You try to make it a testy show of impatience but, I can hear the sexual excitement in your voice at being awaked from a solid state of sleep, finding yourself in this position. My brows arch as I straiten my back and raise higher on my knees. I lord over you, clad only in evil intent with candle light licking on the cunning curves. I deliberately swing my hand up in the air - watching your eye follow the brisk movement.

"I know you are wondering if I am going to repay the punishment you inflicted on me earlier - but trust me ...I have a torture all my own." This said in lazy drawl that only spikes your curiosity. Was that disappointment or relief I saw in your eyes? Maybe it was anticipation... I place the pads of my fingers on your skin - painting - making a masterpiece with the strokes of my digits. The tracings send you convulsing on the bed. 

"You will cease this instant or there WILL be hell to pay later," you whisper through clenched teeth. Desire already seething violently below the depths of that haggard voice.

"Do be silent Master," a mellow purr "or I will have to gag you. Which would be a pity because you know what your sweet moans and taunting sexual word images do to me." Just to prove my point I straddle your bound leg and let my dampness trickle out and caress your skin. You must find this an amazing turn on, because squirming beneath me you respond..."Grrrrrrrrrrr LET...ME...UP,"short and nasty sounding then switching to a soft lure..."and I will give you what you want... you want cock - you always want cock - let me up and I will fuck you into submission."

I bite my bottom lip trying to resist that thirst inducing vision. "You're right - I do want that...But not yet. Now quite..." almost as an after thought - "Pleeeease." I stretch out over your body and place my finger on your lips to silence any more protests that might come tumbling from your sexy mouth. Oh but that sly tongue darts through your smiling lips to flick hot and wet against my finger. Stifling a moan I begin my assault on your body. Using the fleshy pad of my index finger I follow the alluring lines of your form. I try to memorize every liquid curve, every appealing patch of skin. Wanting to learn every contour to keep as an imprint in my mind to feed on at a latter date. You become warm malleable clay when I concentrate on your straining cock. Teasing you, fondling you, I make love to your burning silky flesh. I glide my cool knuckles over the delicate rough lose- skin texture of your testicles. I feel them retract and firm under my care. I am so addicted to touching you. When they pull up even tighter I chortle low and deep, feeling you shiver at my caress. You are moaning my name repeatedly now. "Dela, Dela, God I want you. I want to FUCK you. You want it too - I can feel you shake. Free me. Free me and I will take such good care of you."


I want you too, but I am willing to suffer to make sure you pay... Now I really begin to toy with you by placing my heavy breasts around your throbbing cock and leisurely begin to tit fuck you. On the down strokes I slip the tip of your cock in my mouth and on the upward strokes I make you withdraw with an ear cracking 'smack' from the suction. "Dela...let...me...go." Has now become your familiar chant. Every word precise and forced out of a body racked with moans.

The higher octave sounds you are making let me know you are climbing that pinnacle of exquisiteness. I stop my pumping at the instant I know it will only take a single air blow from my mouth to send you plummeting over the edge to your climax. A wispy laugh escapes me when I pull halfheartedly away from your tempting body. You lay whimpering for a few moments. ALMOST making me feel bad for doing this to you. But you ruin the effect with."FUCK! Dela let me lose." Now you rage, thrashing to be free of your bonds. An animal caged, hungry and seeing it prey - just out of reach. "Damn it- I want you. I know you want me. FUCKING free me! NOW!"

My whole intention was to excite and arouse you. To set your blood on fire and make you want me to distraction. You are there but, I think I may have pushed you too far. Hesitance inters my voice. "Alright, I will free you but just so you can get YOURSELF off - you ...you don't need me..." seeing the calculating look in your eyes, I know it is too late and I have to pay the piper for the lovely melody I played on your body. "Just promise you will give me a head start?"

Deadly quiet and serious now..."Dela, if you make me chase you - I will spank you again."

"IF you catch me. IF I let you catch me."

"I WILL catch you. We both know that what I chase - I catch. I do not give up the hunt if I want something bad enough," looking down at your spasming rock hard cock.. "and we both know I want. Last time I ASK... FREEEE MEEEE."

Resolved, I set out on my task of freeing you. I cautiously untie both your ankles then your left wrist. When I tentatively reach for the right one you snap the fabric in two, quickly lunge and capture me then brutishly flip me on my back. Caught off guard I lay there stunned under you, feeling the slight pressure of you canines as you bite down on my neck. "I'm ganna fuck you fast and hard now Dela. So hard you scream the walls down around us... Then fuck you and fuck you so good I'm ganna have to peal you from the ceiling."



Revenge: A Dish Best Served Wet



Before I get started on this one, let me first give you a little background. I met this guy once, and his name was Paul. Get used to that, because I'll be mentioning him a lot. He is, basically, the reason every single one of the following events occurred. 

I met Paul through work. Well, kinda. I was working as a receptionist at a Law Office, and returning from lunch, coming out of the elevator one day was Paul, and a couple, other (less attractive) men standing around him. He was crying. I was deeply concerned, so I approached him in the hallway. 

"Is something wrong?" I asked, with heavy concern in my voice. He inhaled deeply and sat up, looking me straight in the eyes, collecting himself slightly. 

"7 years, down the drain. Without even so much as a thank you!" he whimpered. "They push me, and prod me, and then kick me out on my ass!" I was slightly confused. I guess the confusion had leaked onto my expression, because just then, A large, dark woman leaned over and whispered into my ear.

"Laid Off."

Oh, it was so clear now. I still had a few minutes until lunch was officially over, so i sat with him. He had beautiful eyes. And the light bouncing off the tears rolling down his face mesmerized me. Eventually I asked him if he wanted to get together later, maybe get a bite to eat, understanding how rough this day must have been for him. He agreed. Long story short, We had a wonderful time at dinner (considering) and we made another date. 

These dinner dates went on for a few weeks, and eventually I had him over. We started dating more regularly, and after 5 months, we moved in together at my place. We also started having sex. I got home from work one day, and Paul was standing there, in a dimly lit room, wearing only a blue bathrobe. He started kissing me softly, and slowly sliding my hand down to his package. I didn't resist, and I'm still not sure why. He eventually had my fingers encircling his hard, long cock, and he started me in the motion of rubbing his shaft back and forth. Soon, the bathrobe (along with all of my clothes, bra, and thong) were on the ground, and I was sucking his cock with all my might, getting every drop of saliva I could onto his monument. And at the same time, his experienced, Agile tongue was working the inner grooves of my damp, exposed vagina. We did this for hours, and eventually, he failed to mention his impending orgasm, resulting in loads of hot steaming cum being pumped all over my face. 

The fantastic Oral Sex wasn't the only reason we moved in together. Paul was having major rent problems, having yet to get a new job. Everyday i would go to work, and he would clean and cook tirelessly. He always asked me to come home from lunch, but i explained that i couldn't, due to the Lunch Rush on the bridge. 

Fast Forward. 2 Months Later, and my Boss, Attorney Bill Walsch has me going to visit a plaintiff at home and take some notes. Well, I finish a little early, and decide, based on the location of this client, to skip home for lunch and surprise Paul. When I get there, the car is gone. I step inside to make and sandwich. Leaning in the fridge, i hear, from across the room, 

"Back So Soon?." It was NOT a man's voice. I look up, and see a slim, blonde lady, naked except for patent leather high heels, black fishnets, and a black leather Bondage top. 

"Who the fuck are you?" I yell, dropping the potato salad. 

"What? Who are you? Where the big guy?" 

"Get Out of My House!" I screamed, not fully comprehending yet the 'back so soon' remark. 

"Not until i get paid!" She shot back.

A Hooker. My Paul had been seeing a hooker while I was away. I was so infuriated... But i couldn't do a damn thing about it right now, and that pissed me off. 

"Hey, Skank!" I yelled. "Where's Paul?" 

"He said he went to go get some Chocolate Sauce and Whip Cream."

What to do... how could i possibly get back at that Bastard. USING me for sex and lodging. My past was quite beneficial here. See, I had, in the past, used sex to my advantage. Educationally, Professionally, and... um... Domestically. This may in fact be the way to go. I had never been with another woman before, but she was obviously an attractive one, comparatively. 

"You Clean? Diseases I Mean?" I asked coldly

"Of Course" she responded with disdain. She started to light a cigarette. I walked over and slapped her right across the face, forcing the cigarette out of her mouth.

"Get on the floor now, Skank." I barked. 

"Excuse Me?" She said, shocked. 

"You wanna get paid or not, you tramp. Get on the floor, and spread your legs! Do you own a strap on?" She grabbed the attachment for me, which i set down, and, seeing my opportunity, grabbed a set of handcuffs protruding from her bag and cuffed her to a table leg. 

"Now spread em." I ordered, sliding off my own skirt, and shoving my pink, young Pussy into her face. "Lick me, bitch." And she did. And as she did, i stared to moan. She was so much better at this than Paul. Than ANY guy... it was like she could pinpoint and use every one of my cunt's hotspots. I licked her hard. I Jammed my tongue into her hot clit. Fingering her at the same time, jamming my thumb in her cunt, and fingering an already lubricated ass hole with my index finger. I kept lapping up her juices, swallowing and savoring her fluids. Jerking and moaning to the expert tongue that was now sliding in and out of my vaginal lips. As hard as it was, I got up, and strapped on the Dildo. 

"I own you, do you understand?" I looked down on her, still wearing my button down work shirt, but little else. 

"Yes." was her only response. 

I knelt down first. And slowly slid the Plastic / Rubber head into her canyon. I watched her squirm slightly. I quickly tore off my shirt, and lied down on her, or breasts and firm nipples no rubbing together. I started kissing her passionately, sliding my tongue, dripping with her juice, in between her lips, tasting my own fluid on her tongue. And pumping her hard with that cock. We stayed there. Kissing, rubbing our rock hard tits together, and fucking, for what seemed like an hour. After a While, I got up, and I let her Fuck me. I needed to be fucked. I was flowing like a river now, i was So horny. The second she entered me I reached orgasm, but she didn't stop. She fucked Me so rough... she just kept banging me, her wrists still attached to that table. Another hour seemed to pass by. The phone rang, probably work asking why I wasn't back yet. I Obviously ignored it. 

We switched again, me on top, her my slave. But this time, I had something special In mind. I started to fuck her, then stopped. Watching all that juice flow from her skanky cunt. I Quickly licked it up, and spit it back in her mouth, ordering her to swallow it. She did. Then i turned her around, and Started Spanking her. Soon, it was obvious to her i was prepping that no good Prostitute Ass of hers. I Rammed that dildo into her ass, without a care for her well being. She screamed... long and loud, and i stuck three fingers into her pussy, still pumping her ass, feeling ounces of juice come from her. Soon I heard a door slam. I stopped, and removed the handcuffs from my victim. I had been planning this. 

When Paul entered the house, he yelled, "Sundae Time!" I guess he hadn't seen my car. I jumped him, and hand cuffed him to the wall, using the rack of a book shelf to do so. I yelled at him for twenty minutes, all the while naked, with a naked hooker next to me, and a Rubber cock on. I kept my hand on her cunt to tease him. Then i fucked her for hours, switching back and forth, teasing Paul, trying to murder him psychologically. Eventually, I realized i was going to have to pay this hooker, so I decided to stop. I took of the dildo and walked over and Slapped paul, then Unleashed his cock, which was hard as a log. I forced the hooker to kneel with me, and I pumped him hard and dry, not giving him the benefit of my lips. He came quickly, all over me and the hooker. We shot the cum back and forth a few times, getting it all over. She left, and I paid her a ridiculous amount of money. Paul's Money of course. I walked through the house, getting all of his things. Him still handcuffed and me still naked and dripping with Cum. I threw all his stuff on the front lawn.

"I love you too, bastard" I whispered in his ear, then kicked him hard in the balls, unhooked him and threw him out the door. 

Today, I spend a lot of time on the Literotica Chat room, under the name Amyo81, getting in on with men. AND with women. I always say you should walk away from an experience having learned something... I learned that women suck really good cunt. And i also learned never to trust a guy who wants to move into your place, instead of you moving into his.



Revenge: A Quick Decision



Saturday morning. John had headed off to play golf with his brother, Joe. Again. And I was left alone. Again. I sat at the kitchen table with my coffee stewing over my plight. Only 33 years old and a golf widow. Suddenly, I noticed that John had left his cell phone at home. 

Idly, I picked it up. I noticed he had one unread text message. Without even thinking, I opened the message that had been sent just this morning. Odd. As I read it, the blood drained from my face.

"Lvr, thank u 4 yesterday. Luv ur bg cock. Let's do again soon."

I grew hot with rage. The bastard was cheating on me. I found more text messages.

"J - okay 2 meet. Husband away all day."

That was yesterday. I had tried to reach John several times yesterday at the office and got his voice mail every time. 

Another. Thursday. 

"J - I need u. Wld luv 2 suk n fuk. Tomorrow?"

The fucking bastard. I'm sure I knew who it was. Some little tart on his sales team trying to get some good account assignments. There was a girl at a party a couple of weeks ago. Kept touching him while they talked. 

Just then, Dave, our neighbor's son entered the yard to do his weekly clean up work. I was sitting here, humiliated, weepy, angry and now I had to deal with this college student. I was wearing nothing but silk underwear and a camisole. I went over and looked in the mirror. Why in the hell would John need to get some from anywhere else? As I assessed myself in the mirror, I knew that my body was not the problem. My breasts were straining against the material. I still got lots of head turns from these. They were 36C and they defied gravity. And my legs and ass were also the envy of the neighborhood women. No, my body wasn't the problem. It was something else. 

Those text messages were forward, brazen. I had been less aggressive lately, content to have sex when John initiated it. Maybe I needed to try a different approach. 

I made my decision. I went to the back door and asked Dave to come in. Like most 20 year olds, he was slow to react. But as he approached he noticed what I was wearing, or rather, what I wasn't. 

He seemed guarded as he approached. 

"Dave. I have a different job for you today."

I motioned for him to come inside and as he did I closed the sliding door behind him. 

He turned to face me and I stood in front of him.

"I noticed you staring at me Dave"

"What? Mrs. Stevens. I wasn't. "

"Call me Christy. And yes you were. Were you staring at these?" I cupped my breasts with my hands. My nipples were drilling holes in the material. "Or this" And I turned around and wiggled my ass at him.

"Mrs. Ste, uh, Christy, I was just coming to work on the grass I swear. I didn't mean to look"

"You don't like the way I look?" I pouted and moved closer to him. 

"No, you're awesome. Hottest woman on the block."

"Well, Dave, I need you to prove that to me." I stepped forward put my hand on his chest , grabbed his shirt with my hand and pulled him toward me. Bigger and stronger than I, he did not resist. I got on my tiptoes and kissed him, pressing my chest against his. I could feel his cock stirring in his loose basketball shorts. I loved this feeling. I was the aggressor. I was getting what I wanted. 

I was in no mood for games. 

"It's time for you to get to work" I grabbed his shorts by the band and dragged him to my bedroom. I sat him down on the bed, turned on some music and started to strip for him. I swayed to the music, slowly pulling my tank top up and over my head. His mouth hung open trying to assimilate what was happening. His cock was less ambiguous. 

"Take off your clothes, Dave." 

He pulled everything off in a flash and I was now naked, alone with a young man with my husband somewhere on a golf course. 

I was rdy 2 fuk

And that's what I did. I knelt down and grabbed Dave's cock in my hand. Impressive. 8 inches and thick. I began to lick it like a pornographic popsicle, then stuck it in my mouth. The head of his cock grew in my mouth and I thought he would come any minute. Poor kid, I could hardly blame him. 

I bobbed my head on his knob and I caught sight of myself in the dresser mirror. I was a wanton site. I wished John could see this, what he had convinced me to do in revenge. 

I slid up and pressed my breasts around Dave's cock and slid up and down. On each downstroke I ended up with his cock back in my mouth. Dave had his hand on my head, guiding me to take him deeper. 

I then climbed up on him and started to slide his cock inside my wet, hungry pussy. God it felt good. He was just barely inside me and I felt full. As I slid down on him I felt like his cock was dancing on my clit. My first orgasm surprised me. As I fucked him harder and harder, I felt my anger giving way to an animal lust. I was uncontrollable in search of my own pleasure. Dave was a mere instrument of that pleasure. John wasn't here. He had his own game. This was mine. 

John grabbed me hard as his own orgasm waved over him. He thrust his hips up to meet me over and over until my second orgasm, less surprising but deeper than the first, overtook me. 

We lay together for a while. Not speaking. I never knew revenge could be so sweet. 

I told Dave he needed to get back to work, with a smile. He left the room and I went to take a shower. Later, I wandered back to the kitchen, wearing nothing but a thin silk robe. I just stood there watching as Dave worked away in the heat. I felt a little guilty about what I had done, but the phone was right there, reminding me of John's transgression. 

Dave caught sight of me watching him and he smiled a shy, self conscious smile. He looked again and I opened my robe to tease him some more. Then, without even thinking, I let my hands run up to my breasts. I pulled on the nipples and lifted one to my mouth. I never took my eyes off Dave and he stopped in his tracks to watch me. 

My other hand went down to my cunt where I began to tease and tickle my clit. Dave began to move toward me again as I played faster and faster. As Dave opened the back door, I turned my back to him and leaned over the kitchen island. I closed my eyes and waited with anticipation. 

Instead of a cock, I felt his tongue against my pussy as he French kissed my lips. It was a wonderful surprise and it took my breath away. 

Just then, the cell phone, the instrument of John's betrayal, rang next to me. This was delicious. I couldn't help myself; I picked up the phone. Dave's tongue drove deeper in and out.

"h-hello" I stammered as Dave's tongue hit a very sensitive place. 

"Chris, it's Joe. You found my cell phone." "Your cell phone?" "Yeah, I lost it somewhere and I just borrowed another one to see if I could hear it ring. So I guess I left it there this morning"

"This is your cell phone, not John's?"

"No. We have the same one. I'm expecting some calls so I'll pick it up after the golf game"

"It will be right here next to me" Dave's tongue was gone and now his cock was there in its place, urgently looking for an opening. 

So John hadn't been unfaithful. There was no revenge. I had been a fool. I had made a terrible, terrible mistake. I was just about to stand up and kick Dave out, try to undo the error I had made, when his prick found its mark and began to slide in. 

"ohhhh" 

Decision time. Go or stay. Let him fuck me again, or straighten this whole thing out and stop this. His cock was now fully embedded in me and his hips were pressed against my ass. What would you have done? In an instant, I rationally considered my situation, the implications for my marriage, for my self esteem. I thought about how John might react if he knew and how others would react if they found out. I thought of all these reasons and many more in the time it took for Dave to slowly withdraw his tool until he was just barely inside me. And my decision was made.

"Fuck me, Dave. Fuck me. Fuck me." 

And that's exactly what he did. And just about every Saturday since then, whenever John and Joe head off for golf, you can find Dave and his young, gorgeous cock in my bed, and various other places in our house. 

Not much yard work getting done these days. I might have to ask Dave to find a friend to give him a hand with that. 

2 mn r btr than 1



Revenge Affair



I've found through experience that things seldom end up the way we plan. Call it fate or karma, or whatever the hell you want to call it. I just call it life.

Growing up I always had big plans and big dreams. There were about five different professions I was sure I was heading for growing up, until the next idea grabbed me and changed my mind. Now I have a degree in marketing and I'm a consultant for a co-op of medium sized, privately owned businesses. That was never on my mind when I was growing up.

I also had several girlfriends over the years, a few of which I 'knew' were the one. But usually after a few months or a long summer break the relationship would fizzle out and we would move on, as was typical for a high school kid with no clear vision of the future yet.

But eventually I did meet a wonderful girl. Diane and I had a couple basic courses together in college, although she was focusing on child psychology and not marketing. Nevertheless, we hit it off. She was smart and witty. And she was also beautiful. She was average height at just under 5'6", but she was fit and had amazing curves in all the right places. She was one of those girls that looked great in any state of dress from formal to completely naked.

We dated for a little over a year. And each day we spent together was better than the day before. Our relationship was great, both intellectually and in bed. Diane loved adventure and was always interested in exploring new things. She was also an enthusiastic lover and liked to experiment just enough to keep things interesting.

Eventually we got married. We both had two years of schooling left and so we were in no hurry to start a family or make any big plans yet. We were both content to share our lives together, and worry about the future when it arrived. We've enjoyed what I would consider to be four good years of marriage. We both received our degrees and found jobs with great potential. Things appeared to be heading in just the right direction.

That is until about six months ago. There's nothing that I could put my finger on at the time, but something changed in our relationship. I noticed she was growing a bit distant and often seemed distracted. Whenever I asked her about it she simply shrugged it off as work-related stress. But I had a strong feeling it was something more. And as the weeks passed I began to suspect that she might be having an affair. At first I didn't want to admit it to be true. But looking back at the signs that were there, it's clear that she was seeing someone else. I wasn't sure how to deal with it. I had no proof other than the feeling in my gut. There were a lot of circumstantial indicators that something was going on. But nothing I could put together into a rational argument without sounding insecure. 

Then to make things even worse, my little sister called me on the verge of tears one evening and told me she had similar suspicions about her husband of three years. My sister Alexus and I come from a family that stressed commitment and keeping your word. Our parents had both died when I was in college, our mother from cancer and our father from a heart attack two years later. And as we grieved together we vowed that we would live our lives with the same values that our parents had. They had stayed together through hard times and good times over a marriage that lasted nearly 25 years. So it was difficult for us to face the notion that we both had spouses that didn't hold the same values, and were very likely being unfaithful.

Over the next couple of months Alexus and I continued to talk on the phone whenever we could. She and her husband lived in another part of the state, about two hours away. So we still saw each other several times each year. But the circumstances we now faced drew us even closer together. With our parents being gone, and with our spouses' infidelity, we were all we each had left.

Then about three weeks ago we both came to the same disturbing conclusion. Not only were we sure that our spouses were cheating, we had discovered evidence that they were having an affair...with each other. My wife had been shacking up with my sister's husband whenever they found the opportunity. Again, with hind sight being much clearer, we should have seen the signs. They both worked in the same industry. Diane was a children's counselor, and Alexus' husband Chad was a high school guidance counselor. They had obviously met at one of the many conventions they attend each year and had hit it off in such a way that they felt the need to explore a relationship with each other.

The final confirmation came when they both announced their plans to attend a week-long conference in Portland. Since both Alexus and I had growing suspicions that something was going on I called the hotel they were staying and, pretending to be Chad, confirmed his reservation was for a Mr and Mrs. And when Alexus called to inquire about Diane's reservation we learned that she hadn't made one. It wasn't definitive proof, but it was enough for us.

Now sure how to deal with things we decided that Alexus would come and stay with me for the week they would be gone. She told Chad that she wanted to do some 'shopping and stuff' and I explained to Diane that it would be a great opportunity for me to spend some time with my sister. The conference started on a Monday morning so they made plans to fly out on Sunday evening. And since the main airport is close to my house, Chad and Alexus drove over. The four of us had dinner out and then Alexus and I dropped them at the airport. It was an awkward couple of hours as Diane and Chad did their absolute best to pretend they were nothing more than colleagues. But their body language and fleeting eye contact with each other betrayed them.

Finally we put them on a plane and Alexus and I headed back to my house. We had barely made it in the door when Alexus collapsed into my arms in tears. We made it to the couch where we held each other silently for nearly an hour. We were both reeling from the realization that we were both losing our marriages. But there were really no words for the moment.

Eventually she composed herself and said she wanted to get settled and cleaned up. I brought in her suitcases for her and helped her get settled into the guest room, then left her alone. When she finally emerged a while later she had changed into her pajamas and robe. She had showered and cleaned herself up, but she had obviously still been crying. We held each other for several more minutes before deciding on one last check-up on our spouses just to confirm what we already knew.

Since it was already late we assumed that Chad and Diane would be getting ready for bed. So I called my wife's cell phone just to wish her a goodnight. She answered, sounding a bit tired and also a bit annoyed. But she did her best to sound like she missed me. I told her I was just making sure they got in ok. She assured me that she did, then insisted that she was very tired and about to get into bed. At that moment, Alexus called Chad on his cell phone. He has a special ring tone for her so it would be clear who was calling. And sure enough, as I was saying goodnight to Diane I heard Chad's cell phone ringing in the background. 

Alexus had essentially the same conversation with Chad that I had with Diane. But we both could tell from our conversations that our spouses were in the same room and both were getting ready for bed. So we said our goodnights, having received the final confirmation that our spouses were sharing a hotel room, and about to share a bed. We were already sure about our suspicions, but the final confirmation was still a big blow. We sat on the couch and held each other while we did our best to keep ourselves from going nuts and falling apart. Then agreeing that we should get some rest and try and sort things out in the morning we both went off to bed. Fortunately I had informed my clients that I was going to take a few days off so I wouldn't have to work all week. And we were obviously going to need the time to make sense of things.

Sleep was elusive as I wrestled with the same questions and emotions that my sister was obviously dealing with. But eventually I did sleep. And by morning I actually felt quite a bit better than the day before. There was a lot to deal with in the coming days, but I had finally accepted the fact that my wife was gone and my marriage was over. There was no more uncertainty. It was simply time to move on.

I was surprised to see Alexus emerge soon after, looking much better herself. "Good morning, Lexi. How did you sleep?" I asked.

"Hey there. I actually slept pretty well," she responded. "I had trouble sleeping at first until I realized that Chad is a piece of shit and I'm going to be better off without him." She joined me in the kitchen having poured herself a cup of coffee. "I mean, he's obviously been fucking around, excuse my French, for a while now. I was just too blind to see it. Looking back I was obviously fooling myself by believing we would work things out."

"I know exactly what you're saying," I added. "I mean, the signs were there. I think we were just...unwilling to believe it could happen to us, right?"

"Exactly," she answered back. "But now...I just want to get on with my life. I'm not looking forward to Friday when they get back. But I'm definitely ready to tell them both to take a hike.

"They deserve each other," I said, "and I wish them all the unhappiness in the world."

We looked at each other for a long moment before bursting out in uncontrollable laughter. It was a wonderful moment of release. All of the stress and anxiety and bitterness that had been building up inside us was draining away. When we finally regained our composure we enjoyed a simple breakfast together, talking freely about what we both were already referring to simply as our failed marriages.

After cleaning up from our meal we decided to get out of the house and enjoy ourselves. So after getting dressed we got in my car and headed out, neither of us wearing our wedding rings and both of us flaunting it. We had a great time being totally irresponsible. We ate junk food and spent money on trinkets we didn't really need, or even want. It felt wonderful to be spending time with my sister, just like we did before either of us got married.

By late afternoon we were running out of steam. So we found a simple restaurant and had some dinner. Again our conversation came back to our failed marriages. And though the anger and bitterness was gone, it was still not an easy subject. When we finished eating and had paid our bill we walked across the street to a park. There was a path that circled the entire park, and we found ourselves strolling.

Alexus took my hand as we walked. "Trevor, when mom and dad died I leaned pretty heavily on Chad, mainly because he was right there, at least most of the time. But you're really the one who helped me get through it. I know you had a hard time too, but it was really your strength that kept me going. I'm really sorry that this is happening to you, too. But I'm really glad that you're here with me now to help me through it."

I squeezed her hand as we walked. "Lexi, you know I love you. I not happy, in any way, that we're in this situation now. But we'll definitely face it together. Like we always do, we'll take care of each other."

It was wonderful moment. Regardless of the circumstances it felt great to be with my sister. We continued our stroll around the park, still holding hands. An older couple sitting on a bench noticed us as we walked by and we could hear part of their conversation. She said to him, "remember when we were young and in love like that? It's so nice to see young lovers taking time to enjoy a stroll like that. Just like we did when we first got married." He agreed and they held each other and shared a tender kiss. 

Hearing their conversation was a bit awkward. But neither Alexus or I said anything to them. We just let them believe we were a couple. We clearly had triggered pleasant memories for them. So we continued the charade as we walked. Strangely, by the time we got back to the car I was reluctant to let it end. I opened her door and before she climbed in we shared a hug. It was warm and pleasant and comforting. It felt good to have her in my arms.

It was the middle of the evening by the time we got back home so we both freshened up and put on more comfortable clothes. We ended up sitting together on the couch. The television was on but we were only half watching. Alexus had snuggled up to me and had her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her and held her as we chatted. It again felt good to have her in my arms. Feeling her warmth as her body pressed against mine was comforting, but in a way that I had never felt before.

Eventually our conversation came back to our spouses, as was inevitable in our situation. "I can't help feeling like I should have known something was happening long ago. Almost like I'm a fool for letting it happen," I mumbled.

"It's not like it was our fault, though." She responded. "I mean, they were the ones being devious. They're the ones that were cheating and lying to us."

"Maybe it's us who are naive," I offered. "They had the affair. Or maybe it was even affairs. Who knows how long they've been doing this." Alexus mumbled something that sounded like an agreement. Then after a moment I added, "Maybe we should have an affair, for revenge or something."

Alexus looked up at me. I couldn't quite read her expression when she said, "What, like we should go out and pick up dates at a bar or something?"

I just looked back into her gentle green eyes, not really knowing what I was thinking. "Or something...," was all I said.

We looked at each other for several seconds. Then Alexus moved her head forward and touched her lips to mine. It was a move that was totally unexpected, but one I think I was hoping for, and may have made myself in another second or two. The kiss was tentative. Then she pulled back and looked at me, as if she was looking for a reaction from me while thinking, 'what the hell just happened?'

But in that kiss, and in her look afterward, I knew what my answer was. I pulled her closer to me and pressed my lips back to hers. And then she just melted into me. It wasn't the kind of kiss where two people are trying to devour each other. But it was still full of passion, in a way that I don't think I had ever felt. Our mouths parted almost immediately and our tongues met.

We embraced for several minutes, breaking every now and then for a breath and a look into each other's eyes. Our tongues danced and caressed while our hands roamed gently but freely. Her lips were warm and soft against mine. After a while I moved down and kissed her neck and shoulder. She moaned softly in pleasure as I moved my lips across her skin. And when our lips met again a moment later there was a hunger that was starting to build between us.

Finally I stood up from the couch. I reached out and offered my hand to her, which she accepted without thought. She stood with me and melted back into my arms. She was a bit taller than Diane. At just a hair over 5'9" she was tall enough that she didn't have to crane her neck up for us to kiss. I'm roughly 6 feet tall, and must admit it is a lot easier to kiss a girl when you don't have to bend down too much.

After another embrace I took her hand and led her to my bedroom. What we were contemplating was incest, and was something we had always considered wrong or taboo. At least that's what our parents had taught us. But they had also taught us to always be faithful to our spouses, and we were already in the process of crossing that line, where in fact it had already been crossed for us. And despite the fact that she was my sister, there was a love and a desire for her unlike anything I had ever felt for anyone, including Diane.

Once in my bedroom we stood at the foot of my bed. I took her into my arms and looked into her eyes. With her arms around my neck she said, "Are we really going to do this?" Her words came out a bit breathy. Her desire was obvious, and matched my own. But I could also see the conflict in her eyes, a conflict that was also going in inside my own head.

But we had already started something that I don't think we could have stopped even if we tried. So I answered back, "This is so wrong for several reasons. But I love you so much Lexi. And I want you so badly right now that it almost hurts."

"Oh, god Trevor..." was all she managed to say before our lips came together again. We kissed passionately, with any remaining doubts about what was happening between us freely discarded. As our tongues came together, my hands moved gently over her back and sides. Eventually I reached down and cupped her ass for a moment before moving my hands up to take hold of the bottom of her shirt.

She had changed into a loose t-shirt which I pulled up her body. She raised her hands straight up for me to pull it over her head and arms. She had on a simple, yet sexy demi bra. It was white, but had blue lace trim around the cups. And her erect nipples formed distinct points as they pressed against the fabric. As I tossed her shirt to the floor her hands moved around my torso until she found the bottom of my own shirt. Mimicking each other's movements I raised my arms up as she pulled my shirt off, dropping it to the floor beside her own.

We resumed our kiss for a few seconds. But I felt the need to explore her body more and moved my kisses once again to her neck and shoulder. She tipped her head up and leaned back slightly as I kissed her chest. I cupped her breast in my hand as I kissed her cleavage, causing the bra strap on one side to slip off her shoulder. She moaned in response as she ran her fingers through my hair.

Her skin was warm, smooth, and pale. I kissed her chest and cleavage and the tops of her breasts for a while, caressing her skin with my lips, before reaching behind her to undo the clasp of her bra. She let her arms hang loosely at her sides as her bra slipped off and fell at our feet. I was aware of her hands returning to my bare sides as I resumed my tender ministrations.

Free of their confines I was finally able to see my sister's breasts. I had never actually seen them, even when we were growing up, despite how hard I tried to get a look. And now they were before me, uncovered in all their glory. They were not large, perhaps on the full side of a B cup. But they were round and firm. Her nipples and areola were a dark pink color, and stood out in a sexy contrast to her pale skin.

I took one of her nipples into my mouth, rolling my tongue around the button and sucking gently. Again, Alexus moaned in pleasure. I cupped both breasts in my hands and kissed each one, moving back and forth between them as I kissed and licked and sucked them. Her breathing has started to quicken a bit, and when she spoke, the words came out as almost a breathy whisper. "Oh, god, Trevor. You're making me feel so good."

After several wonderful minutes with my face pressed to her breast I finally moved back up to where we could kiss again. The kiss lasted only a short moment though. Alexus had moved her hands to the waistband of my shorts and, after hooking her fingers inside both my shorts and boxers, she gently but firmly pressed them down. As my shorts descended over my hips she broke our kiss and moved her lips to my chest. I have never been extremely hairy and so the hair on my chest isn't very thick, something of which I was grateful for as her lips found my own nipples.

I also have never had my nipples kissed or played with before. But the sensation was unexpectedly pleasant. It was like very mild electric shocks that coursed through my chest, but also causing a pleasant stirring in my groin that I hadn't expected. She let her lips linger on each of my nipples for a few seconds before she continued down my chest to my navel. And as her mouth descended, so did my shorts. My cock sprang free and stood up straight and true, as if reaching out longingly for the beautiful face that was heading its way.




Revenge Affair



She got down on her knees, her breasts brushing past my cock as she went lower. She kissed my stomach and navel for a few seconds, lingering just long enough to tease me, knowing full well how much I wanted what was about to come next. "God, don't tease me like this, Lexi. You're driving me crazy."

Finally she moved her lips past my stomach and I felt her place them on the head of my throbbing erection. It took all of my self control not to cum in her face right then. She kissed the head of my cock, sliding her tongue all around it. The sensation was like nothing I had ever felt before in my 25 years. She kissed my shaft up and down its full length, then went up and down again with just her tongue. 

She cupped my balls with one hand and took my cock in the other. The warmth of her contact was both sexual and lovingly tender. And after a few more kisses she took my entire dickhead into her mouth. I thought I was going to pass out as I felt her lips and tongue wrap around my tip. She pulled me out of her mouth with the sound of a wet, sloppy kiss, then took me back again. She did this several times, each time slipping her lips further down my shaft until half of my 7 inches was in her mouth. She held me there in her mouth for a long, wonderful moment before pulling me out again. 

I was about to protest when she looked up at me with a hungry grin. "I can't tell you how long I've wanted to do this. And your cock is even more beautiful that I had imagined it would be." And then she plunged her mouth back down onto my shaft and began moving up and down. I was in heaven as my cock moved in and out of her mouth, her nose brushing lightly through my well groomed pubic hair. I had never shaved myself completely, but always kept myself neatly groomed down there in hopes that something like this would happen. No girl had ever made me feel this good. The fact that it was my beautiful sister made it even more amazing and satisfying.

My mind was a blurr, my senses focused entirely on what was happening between my legs. "Hhooooooooohhhhhhhh yyyyyyessssss. You feel so good," I mumbled. Then I just closed my eyes and let my sister do her thing. Eventually, though, I had to sit down. My knees were already going weak, and the more she sucked on me, the weaker I got. Fortunately the bed was right behind me. As I fell backward my cock slipped from her mouth. But not for long. She leaned forward with me as I settled on the end of the bed, then took me right back into her warm embrace.

Alexus worked over my erection for several wonderful minutes, taking occasional short breaks to catch her breath while she stroked me with her soft hands. During her last pause she looked up at me again and said, "Trev, I want to taste your cum. I want to you to come for me, in my mouth." She must have sensed that I was close and that it wouldn't take much longer. She took my shaft back into her mouth and resumed her oral massage of my prick.

I immediately felt that wondrous sensation building in my loins. It was only a half a minute or so later when I felt the need to warn her. "Oh, jeez, Lexi. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna...ahhhhhhhhhh!" And then my cock was pulsing in her mouth. She clamped her lips tight around my shaft as shot after shot of my seed pumped into her mouth. When the pulsing in my cock finally ended she pumped me with her hand and lips to make sure she got every drop of my cum.

When she finally let my softening member slip from her mouth she looked up at me. I saw her throat flex as she swallowed my entire load. She leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips before sitting down on the bed beside me. We lay backward together, side by side. She was still licking her lips when I pressed mine to hers. I could taste a trace of the bitter-sweetness of my cum as I caressed her tongue with mine.

Finally I pulled back and confessed, "Baby, that was the first time a girl has ever let me do that. I've never had a girl let me cum in her mouth before. That was amazing."

She looked right back at me with a sheepish grin. "Well...that was my first time too. I always wondered what it would taste like but never wanted to try it before now."

We grinned together and kissed more. But after the wonderful treatment my sister had just given me I had an overwhelming desire to return the favor. That, and the fact that I was dying to see her pussy, drove me to move my kisses down her body again. She lay flat on her back as I teased her nipples with my lips and tongue. I was still amazed at how beautiful her breasts were. But there was something else I wanted more at that moment.

Tracing a slow, deliberate path down her belly with my lips and tongue I worked my way to the top of the flannel shorts she was wearing. Then with a quick glance up at her I gently slipped my fingers inside the waistband and pulled her shorts down her smooth, luscious legs. She lifted her ass just enough for me to get her shorts past, then dropped herself back to the bed as I pulled her shorts past her feet and tossed them to the floor.

I had intentionally left her panties on. I wanted to see her in them before taking them off of her. I wanted to smell her and taste her through her panties before removing them from her body. They were the same white as her bra, with the same blue lace trim. Obviously a matched set, which is something I have always thought was sexy.

As my sister lay there in just her panties, I slowly slid my hands up her legs, feeling her smooth skin as I moved myself back up toward the prize where her legs met. She spread her legs apart for me as I settled myself between them. She was still on the edge of the bed, just like I had been when she had given me that wonderful blow job. Now I was on my knees, leaning over her. When my hands finally reached the edges of her panties I spread my fingers out so that my I could still feel the smooth nylon against her skin while I rubbed the mound between her legs.

Her arousal was obvious. Her panties were completely soaked, making them somewhat see-through. I could easily make out the outer lips of her pussy as the wet garment held them tight. I ran my thumbs slowly up and down her slit through the material of her panties. Alexus moaned and arched her back slightly. I continued to tease her pussy like that for another half minute before I realized that I couldn't wait any longer.

With my thumbs gently rubbing her clit, I lowered my head down until my nose was no more than an inch from her dripping pussy. Pausing for a moment I took a deep breath, inhaling her scent. The musk of her arousal was strong and made me dizzy with desire. So after another deep breath I pressed my lips against her hot sex. I kissed and licked her through the wet nylon for a couple of minutes, still lightly rubbing her clit with my thumbs, until she couldn't stand it anymore.

I felt my sister's fingers run through my hair as she begged, "Trevor, please. Take off my panties. I need to feel you against my naked pussy. I can't take it any more."

In all honesty I would have done it soon anyway. But her desperation was enough to spur me to action and I pulled her soaked panties off of her trembling body. I was pleased to see that she, too, kept her pubic hair neatly trimmed. The bush above her slit was still somewhat dense, but it was neatly shaped, and her pussy lips were smooth and free of hair. The one thing that usually caused me to hesitate before licking my ex-wife's pussy was the way her hairs got in my mouth. There would be no such problem with Alexus. So wasting no more time I put my mouth right back where I had had it. Only now, without her panties in the way, I was really able to taste her juices. I ran my tongue up and down her slit, pressing it between her outer lips every few seconds.

Finally I moved up to where I could cover her clit with my lips. I slipped a finger inside her hot, wet pussy while I teased her clit with my tongue. After a minute I slipped a second finger inside her, then proceeded to slowly finger fuck my sister's delicious cunt, while matching the motion with my tongue on her clit. And once I got into a steady rhythm it took barely a minute until she was moaning with pleasure.

"Ohmygod yes...yeah...yeah...oh god, Trevor, that feels so good...yeah...yeah...I'm gonna...ahhhh...ahhhh...cummmm..." And then with a final yell her orgasm ripped through her body. I've never really seen a female orgasm up close like that. I eaten pussy in the past that resulted in orgasm, but nothing like this. Alexus didn't exactly squirt like I've seen on the internet. But she certainly gushed some fresh fluids that coated my face and hands. I continued to pump my fingers inside her and suck her clit, trying to draw her climax out as long as I could. But eventually she made me stop, the sensations becoming too intense.

As she lay on her back, panting and trying to catch her breath, I used my shirt and wiped off my hands and face as best as I could. Then I climbed onto the bed and lay beside her. Still panting she moved up beside me. Fully on the bed this time we lay side by side, our naked bodies pressed together. We kissed again, giving Alexus what I know now was her first taste of herself as her tongue passed over my lips.

After a minute or so she laid her head on my chest and snuggled herself tight against me. "I love you so much Trevor. You make me feel so good, like no guy has ever made me feel."

The only words I could find in response were simply, "I love you too, baby sister."

Once we had finally calmed ourselves down we started kissing again. As I held her in my arms I felt her knee slide over my belly. Alexus moved herself on top of me, her breasts pressing into my chest as we kissed. Then after a couple of minutes she sat up, resting her ass on my cock, which had already regained its full rigidity. She wiggled her ass a bit so that her pussy was right on top of my organ. I could feel the heat from her sex as she slowly slid herself back and forth along my length, coating me with the juices that were beginning to flow again from her pussy.

As she teased me she looked down and said, "I think I need you now. I need you inside me."

Without conviction I asked, "You think we should use a condom?"

"Hell no," was her response. "I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel my brother's cock inside my pussy with nothing else between us."

That was the response I was hoping to hear and I told her, "That's good...because I don't have any." That brought a giggle from both of us. And as I felt her raise herself up and take my erection in her hand I looked at her seriously and said, "I love you, Lexi. I always will."

I saw her lightly bite her bottom lip, then felt her press the tip of my cock against her wet cunt. I looked down as she slowly lowered herself and watched my cock disappear into my sister's lovely pussy. She was hot and wet and silky smooth, and it felt like heaven as my cock slid along her vaginal walls. She continued to lower herself until she was sitting on my legs. Then, after waiting a few seconds for her pussy to get used to my cock, she slowly started to move herself up and back down.

Neither of us were virgins. Hell, neither of us had been virgins when we got married to our future exes. But as we made love to each other for the first time it was like losing our virginity all over again. We took it slow, wanting to savor every feeling and every sensation and every emotion. And we said very little, content to look at each other as we consummated our new and forbidden relationship.

We quickly found a rhythm together. I pressed up each time she pressed down, as if the movement was so natural it was programmed into our DNA. Our bodies were one as her pussy lovingly gripped my aching cock. We held hands as we moved together but after a few minutes I just had to caress her magnificent breasts. And as I reached up to cup them in my hands, she lowered her hands to my chest. 

Her nipples were already hard and erect. I massaged the soft flesh of her chest, gently rolling her stiff nipples between my thumbs and fingers. And to my delight she returned the favor, stroking her thumbs across my nipples, sending tiny electric shocks through my chest and down to my cock. Each time she stroked my nipples I felt a heightened sensitivity in my groin as my shaft moved in and out of Alexus' body. And I had to assume she was feeling a similar sensation based on the way she moaned as I rubbed her nipples.

We kept our rhythm slow, wanting our love-making to last as long as we could make it. My mind was a buzz as I looked at her beautiful face, then her amazing breasts, and then at her delicious pussy as my cock slid in and out. And finally, after what had to be nearly 20 minutes, I felt that familiar stirring again. We both started to breathe more shallowly, and our rhythm quickened a bit. I knew I was getting close to erupting. But I really wanted my sister to cum first, or at least at the same time.

I was pleased when, only a short moment later, Alexus looked down at me and said, "I'm so close, Trev. You're making me feel so good. You're gonna make me cum. But I want you to cum with me. I want to feel you cum inside me." Her breathing grew even more shallow, and her voice grew more desperate. "Oh, god, Trev. I'm gonna cum. Cum with me. I want your cum so badly. Give it to me. Haaaaaaaaaaahhhhh...!" And then her moan turned into a cry of pleasure as her orgasm overtook her. I could feel the walls of her pussy vibrating around my cock. And it was all I could stand as I hit the point of no return myself. 

I grunted and cried out with her as my own climax arrived. "Oh, jeezus, Lexi. I can't hold it back!" And then I was pumping my seed into my own sister's womb, filling her uterus with blast after blast of hot semen. We both arched our backs, our bodies contorted as if we were being electrocuted. And when our orgams finally passed, Alexus collapsed onto my chest, my arms wrapped tightly around her.

Neither of us could speak, and we both struggled to breath for several minutes. Finally we gained out composure again and Alexus rolled off of me, my limp cock slipping from the loving embrace of her dripping pussy. She snuggled up against my side and we held each other. We chatted quietly as we pressed our naked but spent bodies together.

"Lexi, you are amazing. You almost literally set my body on fire. I've never felt that good in all of my life." I commented.

"You're one to talk, Trev. You are an amazing lover. You can do that to me any time and as often as you want." She responded.

And so our conversation went. It was a little corny at points, but the love and connection we felt for each other transcended everything and anything else around us. We kissed playfully. We touched each other teasingly. And then the kisses built in passion, and the touching progressed to fondling and caressing. Then finally I rolled myself over and on top of her. She spread her legs to allow me access as I pressed my mouth to hers, our bodies coming together again as if they were meant to be, as if together we were one complete body.

We kissed more and more passionately. And I spread the attention to her chest and neck before finally moving myself into a position where my now erect cock was poised at the entrance to her heavenly womb. Her body offered no resistance as I pressed myself into her hot, wet embrace. Again, we made love slowly. Only this time we were face to face as our bodies became one once more. We kissed, our tongues pressing together as I slid my organ in and out of the silky grasp of her vagina. Time seemed to disappear as our physical and emotional union grew stronger. And by the time we were nearing climax we were both coated in a thin layer of sweat. My sister came first, much to my delight. And shortly thereafter I was filling her belly with another round of my hot juices.

We fell asleep tangled together, naked and unashamed of our love. We had not only crossed the line of what most would consider forbidden sexual territory, we had left it far behind us. And neither of us cared. We both were more content in that moment, in our taboo act, than we ever had been. The pain of or failed marriages was totally erased, replaced by our new union that was stronger than any marriage vow.

We slept late the next morning. But that wasn't so surprising considering how late we had stayed up, and the amount of energy we had spent, or the fact that it felt so amazing cuddled up with my beautiful baby sister. We kissed a bit once we were both awake. But we both had pretty bad breath and both needed coffee. So we rolled out of bed, and since it was pretty warm already neither of us bothered to get dressed.

Naked, we strolled into the kitchen where I made coffee and Alexus got out some cereal. She fixed us both small bowls of Frosted Flakes. And as she was pouring the milk I noticed something else that is definitely worth mentioning. My sister has what I have long considered to be the most amazing ass on this planet. It's shaped like an inverted heart, full and round in all the right places and dimensions. And she's always kept in pretty good shape, so her waist was trim, further accentuating her amazing curves. It took all my concentration not to drool as I saw her bending over the kitchen table.

Finally I couldn't stand it any longer. He ass was just so perfect, and my cock had reported for duty and was ready to go. So I moved in behind her and took her in my arms. She cooed as I held her, and started to turn around. Stopping her I said, "No, sweetie, stay just like you are. I want to see your ass. I want to touch it and feel it." She gasped and then giggled as I pressed my rigid cock against her luscious flesh. "I've always thought you had the most amazing ass I had ever seen. Even when we were growing up. But because you were my sister I always pushed the thoughts aside. Now that we're lovers, now that your ass is mine and is here for me to see, I can't keep my eyes off it."

"My god, Trevor, you're so nasty," she answered as she bent herself forward, leaning onto the table and sticking her ass out for a better view. "I never knew these things about you. Not only are you a fantastic lover, but you know all the right words to say to make me feel like a hottie slut."

I took a half step back to take in the amazing scenery. It really was the most perfect ass I had ever seen. I caressed her flesh, from her waist down around her voluptuous cheeks. Her skin was soft, but firm in all the right places. 

After a good look I stepped back up to her and pressed myself against her again. I could tell, both by feel and by smell, that she was aroused again. And without a second thought I gyrated my hips a bit to reposition myself better, then pressed my hard cock between her legs and into the entrance of her slippery cunt. She pushed back against me when she felt the head of my rod slide between the outer folds of her pussy. Then with a satisfying bump our bodies came together.

It felt so fantastic to be inside my sister again. Her pussy was truly made for me and my cock. And since we were both rested, and in a playful mood, there was no taking our time. Taking a hold of her hips I started pounding that perfect ass for all I was worth. Each time I pulled back, then rammed myself back in, there was a slap of skin and a grunt of pleasure from both of us. Her pussy felt just as good this morning as it had the night before. And even though I had cum three times in roughly twelve hours already, I felt an orgasm building.

Alexus must have sensed that I was getting close. But she was obviously not as far along as I was. So as I pumped my cock in and out of her silky cunt, she dropped her hand down to her clit and started to rub herself.

The table was shaking underneath us and the milk was starting to splash out of the bowls. But that just served to spur us on even more as my sister called out, "yes, that feels so good. Take my ass and give me cock. Fuck me baby..." and on and on. I knew she could talk dirty as well as the next girl, but had never actually heard her until now. Of course, before last night I had never fucked her before so I had never had the occasion to hear her.




Revenge Affair



Not wanting to be outdone I gave it right back as I pounded her pussy from behind. "Oh, you like that don't you? This ass is mine and I'm gonna give it everything I've got." As she held on to the table her tits jerked back and forth, the flesh on her ass rippling each time I thrust into her. Eventually our dirty talk turned to just incomprehensible grunts and moans until finally we were both crying out in orgasm. I came first this time, but as my sister worked at her clit she wasn't far behind.

Spent, I grabbed a chair and collapsed. Alexus held on to the table for a few more seconds before finding her own chair to collapse in. It was a great start to the morning and we both sat contentedly while we caught our breath.

Finally we were able to clean up the mess we had made on the table and actually have breakfast. We took our time and enjoyed the moment. It was like any other normal morning breakfast, except for the fact that we were both naked and had just committed a further act of incest on the breakfast table. 

When we were done we cleaned up our dishes, and the wet spot on my sister's chair from cum leaking out of her pussy. Then we headed back into my bedroom and stepped into the shower together. I think our carnal desires and instincts had been sufficiently satisfied for the time being because we did a relatively good job of controlling ourselves. We took our time washing each other, making sure not to miss any nooks, crannies, cracks, or curves. Then we just stood together under the water, kissing and cuddling.

When the water started to get cold we figured it was time to get out. So we turned off the water and made a lazy attempt at drying off before falling onto the bed together. It felt great to have my sister's naked body in my arms. It was something I didn't think I could ever tire of. We cuddled and talked for a short while. But it was already nearly noon. So I figured it was time to start acting more like a responsible adult.

"So, Lexi, as much as I would enjoy spending all day in bed with you, we probably should get up and think about putting our lives together," I announced.

As I talked, she nodded and sat up. Then she slipped a leg over me and sat down on top of me. Her pussy was right on top of my cock and I couldn't help but to respond. Knowing the effect she was having on me she commented with a wry grin, "I like the idea of spending all day in bed, baby." To emphasize the thought she wiggled her hips a bit, causing her pussy to rub along my hardening cock.

But she was clearly just teasing, and after a couple seconds she added, "But you're right. What did you have in mind?" 

It was a bit distracting to have my beautiful sister sitting on top of me, naked, our privates mashed together. But we still needed to talk, so we both settled down. "I was thinking about our current situation, and possible immediate solutions. Since I couldn't spend another day living with Diane, and I don't think I could spend a day without you, I figured we could do a little wife swapping."

Alexus giggled and said, "Wife swapping? That's the best term you could come up with?" She wiggled her hips a bit more, causing my cock to swell a bit more underneath her.

Smiling back at her I replied, "You know what I mean. What I was thinking was that we could box up all of Diane's shit, throw it in her car, drive it over to Chad's house, dump it off, grab your stuff, throw it in your car and move it all back here where you belong. Then we can drop Chad's car off at the airport, let them know where it is, and they can get on with their merry life without us."

Alexus broke a smile that got bigger and bigger as I went on. When I paused she jumped in, "Trev, that's a great idea. I love it. Then they can do whatever the hell they want with each other and we can be done with their lies and crap." She thought for a couple of seconds before going on. "But what about Diane's work? I'm sure I won't have any trouble find work here. But will she be able to continue her counseling from there?"

I had actually thought about that already as well, so I responded, "Actually, Diane has clients all over the state. When they can't come to her she drives to see them, wherever they are. And most of the people she's been working with recently are over in that neck of the woods anyway. So the move would probably make things easier for her."

Alexus was nearly giddy by this point. "Big brother, you always impress me. I can't fathom why Diane would want to walk away from you like this. But I'm really glad she did. Because now I get you all to myself. Forever." By that point I was nearly fully erect. With her hot slit pressing down on my cock, and the notion of spending the rest of my future with this beautiful woman, my body was ready to get on with it. I felt her lift herself up enough for her to guide my cock to the entrance of her pussy, then lower herself down. 

"Forever is assuming that you don't kill me first," I commented as we started to make love again. And as our bodies moved together I couldn't help but add, "Honey, you make me feel so good, so happy. I love you with all my heart."

As we made love I marveled at my life as it was unfolding. I was clear to me at that moment that this was my favorite position to be in. My beautiful sister sat astride me, taking my penis in her wonderful vagina. Her perfect breasts pressed out from her chest, begging to be touched. I cupped them in my hands, rolling her hard nipples in my fingers. I could also glance down and watch as my cock emerged, then slid back inside her amazing body.

We moved together for nearly twenty minutes, wanting to make it last as long as we could. And then finally we were cumming, nearly at the same time. And once again I was depositing a little bit of myself deep inside her as my cum coated the walls of her uteris.

We rested for a bit before getting up and reluctantly getting dressed. Then we got into my car and went out in search of a quick lunch. Once we had eaten we made a stop at a local pack and ship store and picked up a bundle of boxes. Then it was back home where we started packing all of my soon-to-be ex-wife's belongings. There was more than we had anticipated. We had planned on taking some empty boxes with us when for bringing back Alexus' things. But we ended up using everything we had. It was mostly clothes and personal effects. It wasn't like we had to move any furniture. Chad had everything they would need in that department. But we wanted to get everything the first time so we could avoid having to make exchanges at a later date. And after going from room to room a couple of times I think we managed to get everything.

We were pretty exhausted by the time we were finished packing, and it was late. So we stripped naked and climbed into bed. We made love again before falling into a fitful sleep. The next morning I rented a small U-Haul truck and we loaded all of Diane's belongings. I drove the truck and Alexus followed me in Diane's car. Since it was in Diane's name, and Alexus' car was in her name, we would simply swap them along with all of their belongings.

It was late morning when we finally got to Chad's home, my sister's soon-to-be former residence. I unloaded all of Diane's boxes while Alexus set about packing up her own things into the additional boxes we bought when we picked up the truck. It was close to dinner by the time everything was packed and loaded back into the truck.

Alexus sat on the back of the couch and asked, "Shall we go? I've got everything that's mine or that I care about. And I really don't want to spend any more time here than I have to."

I was in agreement, but responded, "Same here. I'm just about ready to say goodbye to this place and this stuff. But there's one more thing I want to do before we go."

Alexus asked, "What's that?" But instead of answering I just took her hand and led her up the stairs to the master bedroom.

Turning to my sister I stated, "Even though I'm over this whole thing and ready to move on, I'm still a little bit pissed at the fact that another man would sleep with my wife. So as I final 'fuck you' to Chad, I want to fuck his wife, soon to be ex wife, in his own bed."

She looked back and me and offered, "Oohh, that sounds like a fun idea. I think I'd like to help you with that." And then we were shucking our clothes off. Naked, we stood at the foot of the bed and started kissing and fondling. Eventually we made it onto the bed where she pushed me down on my back and said, "since we're here I thought we could add a little spice to the situation. Chad always wanted me to suck him off and swallow, but I never wanted to. So for my little part of this 'fuck you' I'm gonna suck you off and swallow every drop again. Straighten up, fly boy. I want your cum."

I managed an "oh, hell yeah," as she took my aching cock into her mouth. She sucked on my organ like she had been doing it forever, with a passion that felt like her life depended on it. Feeling her lips and tongue slide over my cock, up and down my shaft, was another little piece of heaven. I tried to hold her hair out of the way for her, but I was more in the way than anything. So I just lay back and enjoyed the moment. I was almost disappointed when I felt my orgasm building after only a few minutes. But the release was again nothing short of amazing. And watching my sister take every shot and every drop into her mouth, knowing she would eagerly swallow it, made me dizzy just thinking about it.

When my cock had made its final spasm and Alexus took the last drop she moved up beside me. I gave myself a few seconds to compose myself before stating, "my turn", and then diving into her crotch. Her scent was hypnotic, and her taste was like a nectar from the gods. I lapped at her slit and her clit, taking in her juices, the concentrated on her clit with my mouth while I worked two fingers inside her dripping pussy. She writhed and moaned as I did my best to pleasure her, until she too was convulsing in orgasm.

We kissed and fondled and caressed each other until my cock was hard again. Then I pushed her down on her back and climbed between her legs. Sliding my erection into her cunt I then proceeded to pound my beautiful sister in her own marriage bed. We grunted and moaned and shouted as we fucked like animals. After a few minutes we changed positions, Alexus saying she wanted me to take her doggy style. So she got onto her knees and took hold of the headboard as I pushed back into her and continued pounding her pussy. Each thrust brought a satisfying smack of flesh on flesh as our bodies came together again and again.

Alexus came first, shouting in pleasure as I continued fucking her on the way to my own orgasm. Finally I erupted inside her, pumping my incestuous seed into her womb yet again. We collapsed in a sweaty tangle, not caring that we were getting the sheets dirty with our fluids. Her marriage bed, the bed that would now be used by my ex-wife and her ex-husband, was sufficiently defiled.

Once we regained our composure we gathered our clothes and got dressed. We grabbed a quick drive-thru dinner and then headed back to what we could now refer to as 'our' home. It was late by the time we arrived. So we unloaded the boxes and I returned the rental truck, dropping the keys in the night drop as previously arranged. While I was gone Alexus changed the sheets on 'our' bed. Then we showered together, again managing to control ourselves, but still staying under the water together until it ran cold. And feeling refreshed and ready to start our new life together we slipped under the covers. We made love like it was our honeymoon night, then fell into a fitful, contented sleep.

We spent the next day putting her things away and getting the house set up the way we wanted it. It was strange to think that the woman I had been married to for the past five years or so was now gone from my home. And in place of her things were the belongings of another woman who would now be living as my wife, sharing my life and my bed. And even stranger was the thought that this new woman was my little sister. A week before I would have considered the idea ludicrous. But now I couldn't imagine a more perfect partner than my beautiful sister, Alexus.

That evening I received a call, as expected, from Diane. We had agreed that she would call the night before they came home just to confirm their flight times and other arrangements. I decided to let her talk for a few minutes before telling her exactly what the arrangements for her pick-up would be. She told me their flight time and terminal, and how long it would take for them to get their luggage. Then added, "And, honey, there's something else that we need to talk about when we get there. I don't really want to go into it now. I'm pretty wiped out from the day so I'm gonna get ready for bed. But I'll see you in the morning and we can talk."

In response I said, "you mean you're pretty wiped out from fucking Chad all week. You may as well be honest."

She came back with a resentful tone that was part anger and part surprise. "Excuse me?"

But not giving an inch I continued, "Oh, spare me the act. We know you and Chad have been having an affair and have been sharing a bed all week. So save your resentment for someone who cares and put the phone on speaker so he can hear us too."

There was a series of huffs and puffs before I heard the sound of the connection change, letting me know it was on speaker. Then Chad, obviously struggling with the fact that he had been caught with his pants down, literally, said, "alright, you've got us. Now what?"

I jumped right in. "Here's the deal. We know you've been having an affair for at least a few months now. There's no point in denying it." I let that sink in for a few seconds before pressing on. "Trust is a big deal to our family. You've both broken that trust. And it's unforgivable. And there's no going back, literally. And by that I mean we've already moved Diane's things out of my house and into yours. And Diane's car is now in your garage. And Alexus' car and all her things are now here. She'll be staying with me now. So there' no point, or any need for you to come back here."

"Your car is in the economy lot in section M-7. The gate ticket is in the glove box. When you get back you can get in your own car and drive to your own home, and the two of you can continue your little affair to your heart's content. There's no more need to sneak around. You can fuck each other every night whenever you want, in your own bed, in your own house."

"We will be filing the official divorce papers next Monday. You should both be served by the end of next week. We don't expect any delays, so please don't cause problems with this. There will be no spousal support requested, and we don't expect or intend to pay any. Please don't make this more difficult than it needs to be."

Then as an afterthought I asked, "Diane, do we still need to talk tomorrow, or did I cover it already?"

After a short silence she spoke up, "Ah, no. No, I think you covered it all. I was actually...gonna tell you I wanted to move closer to...well, to Chad, but...I guess you know why, and it's really not an issue anymore."

Ready to be done with the conversation I said, "You can mail me your ring. Alexus left hers on Chad's dresser. So if there is nothing else, we bid you a nice life, for whatever that's worth." And then, without waiting for a response I hung up.

Alexus turned to me and said, "That was perfect, my love. You were wonderful, as usual."

I took her in my arms and we kissed. Then, "So now that's out of the way, what do you say we get started on our happily ever after?"

"Sounds good to me," She responded.

"I was thinking," I continued, "I have tomorrow off, still. And then it's the weekend. That means we still have three full days. There's really no need for clothing until Monday morning. Being naked with you is one of my new favorite pastimes. I just can't seem to get enough of your body." 

She responded by undressing, and I followed suit. We fell onto the bed together and embraced. After a few minutes she slid her leg over my stomach and sat up on top of me. As she took my cock and guided it into her pussy she commented, "You know, a thought occurred to me today. I should be ovulating right about now..."

We let that thought hang in the air as our bodies became one again.



Revenge Against Holly



Holly Galloway stored her carryon luggage, worn by numerous national and international trips, in the overhead bin of the sleek Canada Air regional jet. Her lips flashed a radiant smile as her hand touched the green I heart Ohio University sticker on the side of her baggage and her mind wandered back to her college days as she removed her jacket before settling into the window seat in the first class section of the aircraft. She fastened her seat belt and laid her weary and rain soaked head against the seat rest as she stared out of the window into the darkness that was Dayton International Airport. Flashes of lightening danced in the sky illuminating the tarmac and the other planes that seemed to be a standing army awaiting commands from the airport tower. The sound of thunder echoed in the air as Holly's hazel eyes roamed from the second row window to her two cousins, Rachelle and Natalie, who were seated directly in front of her. 

Natalie's eyes were darting around the cabin as she relaxed in the over sized seats provide to those elite few that flew first class. She appeared amazed at the luxury, space, and perks she was being offered compared to those passengers flying coach. Holly almost laughed as she envisioned Natalie standing in the aisle pointing and laughing at the coach class passengers. 

Rachelle seemed to be infatuated with the handsome young flight attendant with whom she was having an intense conversation. Holly's overactive imagination visualized Rachelle standing in the aisle with her cream colored shorts and blue panties pulled down below her knees. She was bent over her seat with her round firm ass in the air as the flight attendant fucked her from behind. Holly imagined his cock swelling in Rachelle's cunt as her nipples harden as they brushed against the arm rest as her breasts swayed back on forth, keeping pace with each thrust of the flight attendant's massive cock. . 

Holly shook her head to remove the erotic image. What a great investigative team the three of them made, Holly thought to herself before turning her attention to the tall stranger that was taking the aisle seat adjacent to hers. 

Holly had honed her abilities to assess people through her responsibilities as Dean Emeritus of the school of education at Ohio University. A sideways glance at the man settling into the aisle seat revealed a gentleman in his early 50's with graying black hair which appeared to have been recently trimmed. He was considerably taller than Holly's 5'7 "frame and while he was not athletic in build he also was not overweight. Holly caught herself thinking that given a chance, the stranger could go the distance in any athletic event. She would soon find out just how far he would go when given a chance. 

The dark gray suit he was wearing was made of luxurious material and had been custom tailored to his physic. His long arms ended in massive hands and lengthy fingers that were capped by manicured fingernails. Holly jealously eyed her own threadbare jacket, the best that Wal-Mart had to offer and her working hands with cracked fingernails. 

Holly summed him up as a professional who knew travel was necessary but he was also more comfortable behind the command desk in his office than sitting in a strange conference room. 

Holly's eyes returned to her window as she stared at the stark winter landscape while the jet set on the taxiway waiting clearance from the tower. The leafless trees pointed upwards like lightning rods on an old barn as thunder filled the air. 

Her mind began wandering to the past as the flight attendant's monotone voice droned on about having seat belts being fastened, exit rows, and the many safety features of the regional jet. Holly's busy schedule had prevented her from enjoying the pleasures of male companionship for several months and the vision of the flight attendant fucking Rachelle had started stirrings deep within her. Her lips parted and she smiled as the jet thundered down the runway, the vibrations of its engines pulsating through her body like ocean waves beating against the rocky coastline. 

Somewhere in the cockpit the invisible pilot pulled on the planes yolk and the jetliner skyrocketed into the cloudy skies. Holly imagined it was her row companion's body forcing her deep into her seat instead of the G forces caused by the unseen pilot. She convinced herself the hot air being emitted from the overhead system was his hot breath against her checks as his body pressed her deeper and deeper and into her seat. 

Her desires continued to be unsatisfied as the plane soon achieved cruising altitude and the flight attendant in his neatly pressed sky blue uniform began the task of requesting the passengers drink orders. Under normal circumstances Holly would have ordered tea or perhaps a soft drink but this flight was different and Holly was beginning to feel the stress. 

Holly had enjoyed her position at Ohio University but when the president of the university had recommended her for the prestigious position in NCATE, she had leaped at the opportunity to be considered. She had been through several NCATE examinations during her tenure with the university and had suggested a number of changes to the process during her job interview. The president of NCATE had been impressed with her suggestions and had offered her the directorship. At 36 she was the youngest person to be offered a directorship and now she had to proof her ideas were correct. This was the first time her and her examining team was heading to a university to test out the new examination process. 

The demands of her new assignment added to the unforeseen challenges of the directorship were the basis for her reason to deviate from her normal drink and order a more relaxing beverage. Holly heard Natalie snicker slightly when she ordered vodka. She could only imagine what memories about other vodka nights had passed through Natalie's mind when Holly placed her drink order. Holly unintentionally eased dropped as the stranger ordered a brandy. Matches his aloof personality, Holly thought to herself. 

She tried to engage him in the typical small talk that strangers shared about destinations and jobs; he worked and lived in the Dallas area was all he would admit to. The stranger answered politely but was clearly not interested in pursuing a lengthy conversation. So they sat next to each other in uncomfortably silence like jurors in a criminal trial until the drinks arrived. 

Holly finished her first drink and then ordered another. She must be more worried about her new assignment than she wanted to admit, Holly thought to herself as she downed the second glass of cheap vodka. The alcohol soon had the soothing effect she had desired. She sluggishly pulled her jacket around her body and used it as a blanket as her mind slowly drifted off. 

Nearly asleep, she began to massage her 36B breast underneath her jacket as her unconscious mind returned to that magical day when she had been inducted into Sigma Kappa. She fondly remembered that enchanted night when she had streaked across the campus of Ohio University towards the sorority house of which she would soon be president. Her mind recalled how the cold wind and threat of discovery had heightened her senses making her nipples and pussy ache for relief. 

Under her coat, her right hand continued to circle her dark brown areolas while her fingernails teased her nipples until they stood out from her breast like the lance of a knight extends out in a joust. Her left hand slipped down her side past her belly button and paused momentarily before sliding beneath her panties. Her breathing became harsher as she massaged her womanhood. Her body responded to her touch by rolling side to side, like a passenger on a runaway roller coaster. 

The turbulence triggered by the thunderstorm combined with Holly's erotic workout, rocked her body closer and closer to the stranger who had been watching her out of the corner of his eye. Low moans escaped her lips confirming what he had thought was going on beneath her jacket. The plane hit turbulence and rocked violently. Holly's body was tossed against the strangers shoulder. He quickly wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her to him to keep her from falling to the floor. 

Unlike a gentleman who would have awakened Holly, the stranger acting on animalistic urges removed his own suit jacket and laid it across his chest and legs, interlocking it with Holly's jacket in such a manner that she was effectively bound to his body. His and Holly's intertwined bodies appeared as if they were a husband and wife that had fallen asleep in each other's arms. At a casual glance their fellow passengers would never consider what was happening in the heated space beneath their jackets. 

Ever so carefully he reached his hand out and pushed her jacket down slightly so he had a clear view of the unconscious Holly massaging her tits through the blue lace bra that encased her breast. The voyeur, like a teenage boy gazing at the pictures of his first playboy centerfold, was transfixed by her cleavage and his cock began swelling within the confinement of his trousers. His lust driven brain began to ponder just how far he dared take this advantage. 

His mind and manhood struggled on that razor thin edge between what was right and what his manhood was screaming for him to do. Eventually his manhood won and he slid his hand down Holly's side until it was resting against her swollen breast. He let his hand remain there while he gazed over her face and jacket, looking for any sign that his intrusion was awaking her. 

Holly's continued kneading of her breast and pussy reassured him that his movements had gone unnoticed and he slowly slid his hand under her blouse raising it up over her bra. Her silken bra felt like the down from the feathers of the golden goose against his palm and fingers as he slowly began to massage her other breast. He used his free hand to slip behind her back and unfasten her bra. 

Carefully, like a cardiologist performing a delicate heart procedure, he slid the straps of the bra over one of her shoulders and then the other shoulder before he be pushed the cups away from her breast. Then he slowly pulled the garment through her blouse and hid it in the inside pocket of his jacket as a memento of his conquest. A souvenir he would enjoy latter when he was alone and remembering this encounter. He cupped the underside of her supple breast. Her rock hard nipples felt like pebbles between his fingers. 

He wasn't sure what excuse he would try if she awoke but his manhood commanded him to continue what he had started. His other hand slid under Holly's silk panties. He slowly removed Holly's hand from her damp pussy and placed it on the crouch of his trousers. Then he forced his fingers into the dampness between her legs. Like a giant dildo controlled by a master of pleasure, he slowly began finger fucking her tight moist pussy. His dildo fingers went deeper into her body, stretching her cunt wider and wider as he increased the tempo of his thrust. Her hips responded by pounding back and forth against the seat. Her nipples became as large and as hard as the hope diamond as his fingers continued their brutal massage. Her pussy juices began to flow like the famous falls in New York and her body temperature rose with her unleashed passion. 

Slowly Holly began to return to consciousness as her aroused body senses awakened her. Holly's eyes fluttered open. She attempted to scream in reaction to the unnoticed rape. Before she could open her lips the stranger leaned over and kissed her passionately, covering her screams with his kiss. 

His soft and gentle kiss contrasted with the rough massage he was giving her rock hard nipples and the even rougher finger fucking he was giving her wet pussy. She attempted to pull away but it felt like eons since a man had touched her in that way and even a longer time since she had climaxed. Her lips and tongue developed a mind of their own and intertwined with his. She gave into her lust and returned his kiss as his teeth began nibbling at her swollen lips. 

Her hand slid under the men's belt and she slowly began stroking his cock until it was harder then the steel beams that form the structure of the empire state building. She began to pant as she continued thrusting her hips back and forth against the invading fingers. They were forced to pause momentarily as the flight attendant passed by on his way to the rear of the aircraft. 

Perceiving this as the only opportunity during the flight, the stranger lowered her blouse and sprang from his seat, motioning for her to follow him. Like a well trained and obedient dog Holly followed his command. Three quick steps brought them to the entryway of the plane. The man turned and with one quick motion dropped his pants, freeing his swollen cock from its enslavement beneath his boxers. 

Reaching out he grasped her by the shoulders and pinned her against the door. His hands pulled her skirt and panties down even as picked her up in his arms. The aircrafts galley and entry blocked their passion filled bodies from the view of their fellow passengers as his enraged cock slipped into her pussy. Holly's nipples immediately harden as if touched by invisible ice cubes as she pulled her blouse off exposing her breast to the cold air of the cabin. The stranger's lips felt like a soft breast pump as he sucked on her tits even as his cock pounded her pussy. 

Her ass banged against the cold metal of the cabin door as her hips met every thrust of his manhood. Her ass checks reddened as if an unseen hand were spanking them as he propelled her up and down his swollen member. She could feel the men's cock swelling until it filled every crevice of her drenched and sore pussy. The sounds from the storm covered the soft moans and groans escaping from the love making couple. Their juices flowed together, with one last thrust the stranger and Holly climaxed in unison. Holly's hair was soaked but she could no longer tell if it was from the rain or from the sweat caused by the erotic exercise she had just endured. However, there was no time for them to enjoy the afterglow. 

"Prepare for landing." The pilot's voice rang from the intercom just above the couple's heads. 

They dressed quickly. Natalie and Rachelle gave her a knowing wink and smirk as she passed by their row on the way to her seat. She and the stranger sat in exhausted silence until the plane had landed and taxied to the terminal. Then the stranger leaned over and gave her one last kiss and squeezed her still throbbing breast before disembarking. 

Her cousins commenced questioning her as they walked up the gangway together. She managed to ignore their interrogation until Natalie asked her how it felt to be flashing all of Dallas. It wasn't until then that she realized she was walking around the world's ninth busiest airport without a bra. Her nipples and breast were clearly visible through her rain and sweat soaked white blouse. She quickly donned her jacket and used it as a shield to cover her still sore and swollen nipples. Her face reddened like a tomato does with the touch of the morning sun as she wondered how many hundreds of men and women had seen her nipples as they had passed her in the aisle. 

They reached the escalator that led to the tram and eventually the car rental agencies. Holly's face reddened further as she observed the stranger at the top of the stairs with the straps of her favorite blue lace bra dangling from his pocket of his suit jacket. She barely resisted the urge to chase after the stranger and retrieve her undergarment. 

She was concentrating so hard on the stranger that she almost missed the rising step. Fortunately, Natalie caught her before she fell. Natalie laughed as she said "He must be an amazing lover if the sight of him makes you so weak in the knees." 

Holly paused for a moment at the top of the escalator as her eyes roamed the passageway looking for the stranger. She definitely didn't want her cousins to start asking him questions, especially with her private clothing dangling out of his pocket. She could no longer see him and assumed he was gone from her life forever, an assumption that was soon to be proven wrong. 

One of the many perks that NCATE offered to the board of examiners (BOE) teams was Gold plus status with Hertz. This allowed Holly and her cousin's to bypass the normal counter check in and head directly to a designated parking spot where they found a Dallas Cowboys custom painted Ford expedition awaiting. The necessary paperwork was on the dash and the keys were in the ignition. 

They put their luggage in the back before Rachelle climbed into the leather driver's seat while Holly claimed shot gun, leaving Natalie to enjoy the comfort of the heated and cooled rear seats. Rachelle played with the Garmin until she had finally entered the address to the Sanford House in Arlington Texas. Then she guided the powerful and luxurious SUV out of the airport and onto the freeway. 

The Texas sun and seventy degree weather were an improvement over what they had left in Dayton. Holly slipped her jacket off and lowered her window. Her shoulder length reddish brown hair, a gift from her Irish heritage, blew in the breeze as the three young women discussed their current assignment as they drove to their destination. 

The BOE's job within NCATE was to review the curriculum of the candidate school to ensure they met the six standards for teacher licensure. The country's future, in part, depended on this accreditation process and the BOE teams took their responsibilities seriously. Holly's team's current assignment was the University of Texas at Arlington. 

Normally the prospective school would have established a room within their college of education with exhibits that demonstrated their ability to support the six standards. Most universities would have a few outside parties available for the BOE to interview and further establish the schools commitment to teacher education. These interviews and exhibits would be used by the BOE to establish the schools accreditation. However, under Holly's recommendation, these canned interviews would be supplemented with off campus interviews. Rachelle would be responsible for these interviews while Holly and Natalie reviewed the exhibits offered by the University of Texas at Arlington. 

Their discussion was interrupted by the sound of a car horn screaming from the car next to Holly's door. Holly turned her head at the sound and noticed a college age man driving a new red corvette with the T-tops removed. He smiled and gave Holly the thumbs up sign before speeding by the SUV. Holly set stunned for a second before realizing why the collegian had given her the internationally recognized sign for a job well done. 

Holly had been so totally immersed in the conversation that she had not noticed that the wind had caused her wet blouse to dry tight against both of her breast. The tight blouse had undone several buttons and the young voyeur had had a perfect view of her bare breast as he had driven by their SUV. Once more Holly had been flashing without really trying. I know what he will be doing later; Holly thought as she rolled her tinted window up and buttoned her blouse. 

Rachelle and Natalie snickered at Holly as they drove through campus past college park center, where the maverick's basketball team played while the wranglers cheered. Holly watched the arena pass as she remembered her time as a cheerleader at Ohio University cheering for the bobcats. She longingly recalled the feel of the male cheerleader's hands on her ass as he had effortlessly lifted her into the air and spun her around with her barely covered pussy visible to the thousands of fans in attendance. 




Revenge Against Holly



A familiar stirring started in her loins as Holly remembered how she had been stopped by a stranger that would eventually change her life as they passed the red brick exteriors of Hammond and Trimble halls, which house the school of education for UTA. She vividly remembered her day of dreams and the feeling of an unknown man's cock slipping into her wet pussy in McCracken Hall on the OU campus. She sat silently remembering her dreams until they arrived at Sanford house. 

The BOE team gasped in unison as they pulled into the parking area of the Sanford House. The Victorian Inn screamed of elegance from an era long since past. The calligraphy SH above the entryway proudly but silently boasted that this was Sanford House, while the Texas bluebonnets adorning the well maintained landscape ensured the world knew they were in Texas. 

The travel weary team unloaded the SUV and Holly opened and pulled an extra bra from her luggage. Her friends shielded her from the view of any possible intruders as she slipped her arms into the straps and fitted her breast snuggly into the bra. Then they walked up the rounded stairs to the arched doorway that was the entrance to the Inn. 

The three cousins were reminded of the sophistication of a bygone era as they entered and walked to the registration desk. Their footsteps were muffled by the lush ornate carpet and their eyes lingered on the antique furniture and paintings as they walked. 

The male receptionist stood behind the sparkling oak counter that was located directly underneath a winding spiral staircase. He confirmed their reservations and chatted briefly with them about the history of the inn before handing each lady and ancient skeleton key and directing them outside to their individual bungalows. 

They walked into the flowered garden and headed to their bungalows. Each one entered their apartment to find the same luxury as was found in the main house. Each bungalow had its own king size bed. A double Jacuzzi tub with a walk in shower, a gas fireplace in the living area finished the elegance. The kitchen offered a full size range, refrigerator and microwave. A vase of yellow roses sat on the table next to a complimentary bottle of wine that had been chilled to the perfect temperature. 

Without hesitation each woman poured a glass of wine before removing their clothing and sitting in their private tub. The caressing jets of warm water instantly began to relief the aches their bodies had from a day of travel and of course the extracurricular activity Holly had endured. 

Holly sat in her tub with the soothing jets caressing every inch of her body remembering the day behind her and other days from her past. She remembered; the stranger from the flight, the feelings of strong hands beneath her cheerleader uniform as she was lifted in the air, the feel of a cold night's air as she had streaked across and through the building on the OU campus and of course the initiation at the sorority. 

She especially recalled that special day in high school when she had strained the muscles in her legs during a rigorous cheerleading practice. The school had a hot tub in the men's locker room and her cheerleading coach had instructed her to go sit in the tub until her legs felt better. The coach had promised he would check on her once practice was over. 

She had hesitantly entered the locker room filled with the musky scent of men and had gone to the hot tub room. She couldn't sit in the tub with her uniform on and she hadn't brought a swimsuit to school, so she had stripped before climbing into the soothing water. The warmth had relieved the pain in her legs and she had fallen asleep. She had been startled awake by the sounds of the high school football team returning from field workouts... 

Back in Sanford House, Holly began massaging her almost bruised breast as she recalled how embarrassed she had been when the star quarterback had walked into the room with only a towel wrapped around his muscular body. She remembered how she had tried to cover her virgin breast with the suds from the jets as he had stood there smiling at her, all the while slowly and proudly lowering his towel. One of her hands massaged and pulled on her elongated tits as the other slowly played with the outer lips of her pussy. 

Even though the tub almost filled the room and the quarterback could have chosen any of eight seats in the tub, he had chosen to sit next to her with their bare legs touching each other. His blue eyes had sparkled like the ocean when rays from the setting sun reflect off of its waves as he had reached out and pinned her arms behind her. She had struggled against his strength but embarrassment and anger had turned to lust when his lips had touched her own. 

Holly's fingers tugged on her hardened nipples imitating the quarterback's lips from that day long ago when he had sucked on her nipples much like a baby pulling milk from its mother's breast. Other fingers penetrated her pussy mimicking the swollen cock from high school. Probing deeper and spreading her pussy wider and wider, just like his cock had swollen to fill every crevice of her young tight pussy. Her juices flowed in her memory and on her hands in the present day. Moaning and groaning, her hips banging against the tub with each thrust of his well remembered cock and her fingers today. Finally climaxing as she recalled how his arms had surrounded her shoulders and clutched her close to him as his juices had flowed down the shaft of his cock She remembered how his jet powered cum had filled her pussy. 

Holly climbed from the bungalow's tub remembering how the quarterback had triumphantly marched from the room with her clothes and his towel in his hands. The younger Holly had been forced to streak from the locker room in plain sight of the entire team. A team that earlier had flipped a coin to see which boy would be lucky enough to join her in the tub. 

A camera had begun flashing taking perfectly clear pictures of her naked body as soon as Holly had ran outside of the locker room. Fortunately, Rachelle had also been outside and she had quickly gotten Holly into her car and had driven her home. She had spent the rest of her senior year in high school trying to avoid the laughing eyes of her peers. Until graduation when her childhood pictures had been replaced by the hot tub photos and had been flashed on the large screen for the whole town to enjoy. 

It wasn't until her tenth high school reunion that she had learned the photographer's identity. It had been the cheerleading coach and Holly had won the most likely to be embarrassed competition. The carefully preserved photos had once more been shown to her entire class at her reunion. 

Holly stood before the bathroom mirror as she brushed her teeth. Her firm breast, taunt stomach and athletic legs of her 36 year old body reflected back into her perfectly rounded hazel eyes. She still could reel in any man she desired she thought to herself. 

Exhausted and satisfied, Holly called the front desk and asked for a 6 AM wakeup call before she laid on the over stuffed mattress of her bed and drifted off to a restful night's sleep. 

Meanwhile, Natalie was in the tub in her bungalow remembering an attempt to embarrass her boss, an attempt that had failed and left her subjected to her boss's sadistic control. 

Natalie had been working for the same company as an administrative assistant for the past fifteen years. A job she had enjoyed until her manager had retired and had been replaced by the outsider named Helen. 

Helen had burst on the scene like flames shooting through the roof of a house. She had come from a sister plant and had demanded everything be changed. Natalie went from being treated like a star of the company to being treated like the legendary red headed step child. Not only was everything she did wrong, everything she even thought about was wrong. Natalie learned to hate Helen as much as she had loved her previous boss. She had conceived the plot of revenge with the aid of Rachelle and Holly. 

In theory, the plot had been simple and infallible. She would invite Helen out to lunch with the excuse of trying to improve their working relationship. She would take her to the erotic dancing saloon where Rachelle worked as a bartender. While it was a strip joint it also was well known in the Circleville area for its lunch menu during which time the stages were empty of dancers. 

Rachelle had been a little wild in her teenage years and had contacts that would allow her to obtain GHB, more commonly known as the date rape drug. It could easily be poured into Helen's drink and within fifteen minutes it would eliminate all her inhibitions. That is when the cousins would strike, encouraging if not forcing Helen to do a strip tease on the center stage in front of coworkers. 

This private showing had to be approved by the clubs owners to ensure it truly was private. Rachelle had worn a tube top that barely concealed het nipples and shorts that allowed her round ass checks to hang out for her meeting with the owners. The owners had willing granted permission for the private showing. 

Private showings were usually reserved for bachelor parties but in this case, Rachelle had invited some regular late night customers. She had told them it was a review of amateur dancers. Holly had invited men from Helen's office, as a cover story, she had said it was a surprise welcoming party for Helen. 

The scheme had started out as planned. Rachelle had acquired the required drug and a surprised Helen had accepted Natalie's invitation. The coworkers had been there when Helen and Natalie had arrived. 

Rachelle had served as the waitress and led them to a table directly in front of center stage. Holly had been sitting there and stood as Natalie introduced her and Rachelle to Helen. Rachelle had filled there drink orders adding the special mix to Helens. Then she had joined them at the table. 

The four women had engaged in small talk about the weather as soft jazz music had drifted from the speakers. The three cousins had sat watching and waiting for Helen to take a sip of her special cocktail just like a fisherman watches his line to see the first sign of a fish taking the bait. The cousins had almost cheered as Helen had raised the glass to her lips, and then she had destroyed the cousin's dreams. 

"I know what you're trying to pull." She had politely stated "and it won't work." She had said as she lowered the drink back to the walnut finished table. "Now it's time for you to pay for your indiscretion." 

Like a lottery winner staring in disbelieve as the breeze catches his winning ticket and carries it away, the women had sat stunned trying not to believe what they had just heard. 

"I wonder what the police will find when they test this sample." She had said as she removed a small plastic sample cup that are normally reserved for drug test from her purse and poured the contents of her glass into it. "It might send some people to jail for a very long time." 

"No." The women had shouted as visions of orange jump suits had flashed through their minds. 

"We'll do anything you ask." Holly had stated. "Just please don't call the cops." 

"What do you mean by anything?" Helen had asked twirling the sample in her hand and smiling like the devil would smile at newly lost souls arriving at the gates of hell. 

The three conspirators had looked at each other before answering in subdued voices, "yes." 

In the tub, Natalie's hands began wondering up and down her sides, her fingernails scrapping the sides of her breast hard enough to leave marks with each pass. Her mind continued to reminisce. 

Helen had gestured at Holly and Holly had followed her like a goat follows the bell wearer to the slaughter. Helen had approached the stairs that lead to the left of center stage before stopping. She had pointed upwards and Holly had climbed up the stairs and paused at the top. 

"Please don't make me." Holly had whispered to Helen but she hadn't listened instead she had walked back through the darkened bar to the table where Rachelle and Natalie awaited their fates. 

The scene was repeated as Rachelle had been led to the stairs right of center stage. She too had pleaded with the avenger before climbing the stairs and pausing at the top. 

It was a shorter walk for Natalie who had been sitting directly in front of the stairs leading to center stage. 

Natalie's hands began massaging her sides. Traveling up and down squeezing and kneading before stopping to grasp the underside's of her 32A breast. Her long red fingernails teased her nipples as her mind returned to the bar. 

The lights had gone out and the bar had been in total darkness as the saloons manager's voice echoed from speakers. 

"The Bucking Bronco would like to introduce our first contestant." His voice had paused and a spot light had encircled Holly as her name had reverberated from the ceilings and wall. The crowd had cheered as Holly dressed in a tight fitting green T-shirt and matching shorts with Ohio University emblazoned across her chest and ass had moved onto the stage and grasped the pole in the center to steady herself. She had stood there wishing she was a lot drunker than what she had been. 

Once more the lights had dimmed as the commanding voice was emitted from overhead. 

"The Bucking Bronco would like to introduce or second contestant, Rachelle." 

The throng of men had screamed Rachelle's name as the spot light had followed her as she had wondered onto the stage clothed in her waitress's French maid outfit that barely covered her 34A bosom. The mandatory uniform for all servers at the saloon was finished with fish net stockings that revealed the long firm legs of her 5' 8" frame and the spiked heels of the red shoes that matched the color of her hair. 

Natalie's hand wondered down past her belly button and began to play with her neatly trimmed pubic hair while she used her other hand to gather and drip the warm water of the tub onto her soft and subtle breast. 

The lights had dimmed a final time but instead of a man's voice ringing from the speakers, Natalie had heard Helen's voice. "The Bucking Bronco would like to introduce our third contestant, Natalie." Red, yellow, green and blue lights had reflected off the overhead mirrored ball as the spot light had traced the path to the pole in the center of the stage. 

Dressed in a conservative knee length brown dress that matched the color of her hair, Natalie had forced the unyielding muscles of her stocking enclosed legs to stay with the spotlight. She had grasped the pole to steady her 5' 3" frame as her 34A breast had heaved back and forth tying to keep timing with her pounding heart. 

Natalie continued to remember that fateful night as her fingers crept lower and began to tease the outer lips of her pussy as her other hand roughly massaged her breast making her elongated nipples rock hard. 

Individual spot lights had shown on the three women who had been compelled to be contestants in Helen's mad act of retribution. The soothing sounds of jazz had been replaced with pulsating sounds of songs like American Woman, Cherry Pie and You Shook Me all Night Long. 

Helen had walked from stage to stage miming how each lady should act. She had Holly dancing like Jamie Lee Curtis in that famous strip seen from True Lies. Helen had tossed Rachelle a scarf to use as a replacement for the snake as Rachelle danced like Salma Hayek in Dusk Till Dawn. Lastly Natalie was forced to dance like Demi Moore in Strip Tease. 

"Take it off." The crowded had demanded as they sat watching the three contestants. 

The three cousins had acted as marionette's controlled by Helen, the master puppeteer. 

Helen had raced onto Holly's stage and placed her hands on her hips from behind forcing her to grind her hips and thrust them at the crowd. She had grasped Holly's hands and forced her fingers under her T-shirt. Holly's face had reddened as her arms were forced upwards. She had continued swaying and thrusting her hips even as her shirt was pulled over her head exposing her black lace bra to the crowd. Holly had continued her imitation of Jamie Lee Curtis as Helen had rushed over to Rachelle's stage. 

Rachelle had been standing on the stage slowly swaying to the music until Helen arrived. Once more Helen had slipped behind a contestant and had forced Rachelle to thrust and sway her hips at the crowd. Helen had grasped Rachelle's hands and had forced her fingers around the hem of her outfit. 

The crowd had cheered as Helen had forced Rachelle to raise her outfit over her head leaving her wearing only her white bra and panty set and her black fish net stockings. They had cheered even louder as she had pulled the dress up and down between her breast and pussy just like the snake scene from Dust till Dawn. Rachelle had continued dancing as Helen turned her attention to Natalie and walked over to her stage. 

Natalie's elongated tits were harder then she could ever remember them being as she continued flicking her fingernails against them. Her other hand probed her pussy deeper and deeper as she remember how embarrassed she had been when Helen had had stood behind her and raised her dress over her head. 

She had been standing there exposing her private clothing to her fellow workers. Helen's hands had made her hips sway, had forced her to bend downwards giving the men a clear view of her cleavage. 

Her drunken coworkers had seemed too drool as Helen had in one almost undetectable motion removed Natalie's bra and panties. Natalie had unsuccessfully tried to cover her breast and pussy with her hands. Helen had motioned for her to dance around the stage and Natalie had pranced and strutted around the stage. 

Helen had gone to the edge of the stage and pointed at both Holly and Rachelle. She had raised her hands as if removing their clothes and then had stood there moving her staring eyes between them, seemingly daring them not to follow her motioned commands. 

Holly had finished removing her clothes while Natalie strutted around her stage. Then she had begun dancing and twirling around the stage like a ballerina. Bending and twisting her body so her friends' neighbors and strangers could see every crevice. Not to be out done, Rachelle was soon bereft of clothing. Dancing and stretching across the stage until all of her coworkers were cheering and clapping for her. 

Natalie continued playing with her now aching body. Her backbone almost arced into a backbend as she met every thrust of her fingers into her dampening pussy. Her body temperature rose like the morning air does with the first rays of the sun. Her temperature soared and she began to sweat as she continued to remember. 

Soon all three women had been sweating from the warmth of the lights and the heat of the men pressing ever closer to the stage like avid basketball fans watching a tied game in the final seconds and the cousins responded to the men's attention. 

Whether it was from the heat or the cheers, Natalie couldn't tell, but the cousins had lost all inhibitions. 

Holly had grabbed her pole and climbed half way up before raising her legs over her head and wrapping the pole between them. She dangled there with the pole tight against her pussy, hanging upside down with sweat dripping from the underside of her heaving breast. The pole acted as a large dildo making her hornier and hornier as she slowly slid to the floor. 

Not to be outdone, Rachelle had climbed her pole until she was touching the rafters of the ceiling. With her hands and feet on the pole she arched her body out like the mermaid figureheads on ships from long ago and slowly descended as she spun around the pole. The crowd cheered as they saw her breast and pussy from every angle. 




Revenge Against Holly



Natalie hadn't climbed; instead she stood there thrusting her pussy against the pole. Then turning and thrusting the pole between her ass cheeks. Spinning and brushing her tits against the pole, the men in the crowd had grown hornier and hotter as they imagined the pole was the staff of their cocks sliding in and out of her pussy, her ass and brushing the tips of the tits. 

Helen had begun motioning to the men, almost calling them onto the stage. Three men were called onto each of the three stages where the women were. Helen pushed Natalie into one man forcing her to give him a standing lap dance. The other two woman followed suit without having to be commanded. 

The women had gone from man to man like sluts looking for the right John. The music had grown louder and more pulsating as they had rubbed their tight asses against the men's trousers until the secret seed inside had flared up into a thorny rose while the woman had grown hornier and hornier. 

Then Helen had motioned for the men to strip and they had done so with no extra prodding. The night had started out as an act of revenge but had quickly turned into a night of amazing passion. No more instruction was needed as the men took over. Pushing and forcing their way onto and into the women. 

Natalie began moaning, groaning and sweating has she came closer and closer to climaxing. She remembered turning her head side to side in wonder. 

On her right side she had seen Holly lying on a man with his cock in her ass. Another man was fucking her pussy while the third man was fucking her mouth. To her left, Natalie had her pussy pounded while the other two men were sucking her hard nipples. 

Natalie had been forced to the stage floor where one man sucked her wet pussy until she was thrusting her hips against his tongue. Another sucked her nipples while the third man was shoving his cock down her throat. 

Natalie screamed as her pussy juices flowed mingling with the warm water of the hot tub as she remembered how she had cum over and over that night. 

Man after man had jumped onto the stages, some fucking the same woman over and over while others chose the variety pack of all three women. The bar bell had sounded not for last call but instead for last fuck. Finally the crowed had left taking the women's clothing. 

The naked and abused women had made it to Rachelle's car and had gone to their homes. The last sight they had seen before pulling out of the parking lot was Helen standing at the door seeming to repeat the closing scene from the Beverly Hillbillies. Ya'll cum back now, yeah hear. 

Natalie's relationship with Helen and her coworkers had never been the same since that night and Natalie had jumped at the chance to be part of the BOE team. 

Natalie struggled out of the tub exhausted from her work out. The large plush towel felt good against her skin as she dried herself off. Not bad for a thirty one year old lady, she thought to herself as she patted her firm round ass before climbing into bed. 

In her room, Rachelle was relaxing in the tub as her mind began to wander. 

Three years ago the cousins had agreed to a tag team wrestling competition as a fundraiser for the local school district. Sixteen teams composed of three wrestlers had competed, eight teams made up of teachers and eight teams made up of parents. Tickets had been sold and the event had been held at the high school gym with the winning team getting twenty five percent of the ticket sales as an incentive. 

Rachelle, Natalie and a mutual friend had been on one team while Holly, being a teacher, had been a member of the school principal's team. The event had progressed through the afternoon until the only teams remaining were Holly's and Rachelle's. Through sheer luck Rachelle had pinned Holly, wining her team the trophy and cash award. Sharon, the principal had been outraged, claiming Holly had thrown the match. 

"You're a cheater." Sharon had yelled. "I dare you and your cousin's to a real completion." 

Holly had tried to walk away but the principle had followed. "Chicken." she had screamed. "You're taking the money and running. I dare you to a tag team match at the Fox's Den." Fox's den was the local strip club. 

Holly had looked at Rachelle and Natalie before turning and saying. "You're on, be there at eight when amateur hour starts. I will make the arrangement with the owner. You win and you can have the money, we win and you're our slaves for a day." 

Word had spread fast in the small community and Fox's Den had been packed with men and women when the cousins had arrived the next night. All three had looked around the bar and recognized respected members of the community: Mayor Johnson and school superintendent Patterson, to name a few. 

The bar's owner had taken the team backstage where they had been presented with several costume options they could wear. 

Holly had chosen the very brief bikini-like costume of scale mail with boots and gauntlets that depicted Red Sonja. The bra fit her breast perfectly while the panties had hugged her hips and barely covered her nice firm ass. 

Rachelle had chosen the white slip and bra combination, shorts and the amulet belt, bracelet and headband that were the internationally recognized symbol of Isis. The bra pressed her breast together while the shorts had hung from her wide hips with the tip of the downward pointing amulet stopping just above her womanhood. 

Natalie had chosen the costume of the world's most lethal woman, Elektra. The slip like bra hung downward to her belly button while the tight shorts revealed her long firm legs. 

After dressing the three women had looked at each other and smiled. 

"We're the three avengers." Holly had said as they stood behind the curtain waiting to be introduced to the crowd. 

The crowd had been cheering as the master of ceremonies voice rang from the speakers. "Introducing Holly, Natalie and Rachelle." The curtains opened and the cousin's walked onto the stage where three circular rings had been erected. One was filled with Jello, another with whipped cream and the last one with mud. 

A drape on the other side of the stage had risen as "Introducing the academias. " The announcer's voice had ringed from the rafters. Sharon, the school principal, Tina, the biology teacher/female wrestlers coach, and Cindy, the chemistry teacher/women's basket ball coach had appeared dressed in costumes that resembled those worn by the gorgeous women of wrestling. 

Tina had been dressed as Babe the farmer's daughter. The costumes red with white polka dot tub top had left the underside of her breast exposed. The outfit had been completed with extremely tight blue jean shorts that had outlined her firm rounded ass and left her ass checks exposed to the viewing audience. 

Cindy had been dressed as Sally the farmer's daughter. The outfit had consisted of a tight pink with white polka dot top and blue jean shorts. Her outfit left minimal to the audience's imagination. 

Sharon had been dressed as Olympia the goddess. Her golden top had looked like a string against her ample breast and had barely covered her tits. The V shaped matching shorts had had an upward cut that had exposed her perfect ass checks while outlining her shaved pussy. 

Three referees dressed in white and black pin stripped shirts and tight black shorts had motioned the ladies forward. Instead of tag team wrestling, the owners of the bar had chosen to have three individual matches. Two wins out of three matches would determine who the winning team was and straws would be drawn to choose who would wrestle whom and in which ring. 

The six women had formed a circle as the man with the straws walked from one to the other letting each woman pull a straw from his fisted hand. 

Tina and Rachelle had pulled the long straw. They would wrestle in the whipped cream. Cindy and Natalie had pulled the medium straw and would wrestle in the Jello, while Sharon and Holly pulled the short straw and would wrestle in the mud. 

The superheros and the glow women had stood on opposite sides of their assigned pits waiting and listening to the referee's directions. Whistles had sounded and the women dived into their pits. They circled each other waiting for the other one to make a mistake. 

Rachelle's hands began pleasuring her body as the warm water raised her body temperature. She continued remembering the wrestling match as her finger slipped into her already damp pussy. 

Natalie had soon found herself overpowered by the taller and stronger Cindy. She managed to tear the bra from Cindy's bosom as she was falling into the pink almost pussy colored Jello. The Jello had mingled with her hair, slid between her ass cheeks and covered her slit. 

She had torn the panties from Cindy's ass as she struggled to push her off of her shoulders. The nude Cindy had continued to straddle Natalie's shoulders as she tried to pin her. 

The ref had raised his hand and slapped it once then twice against the Jello, but Cindy wasn't satisfied to simple pin Natalie. She wanted to embarrass her too. She pulled Natalie up by her hair and paraded her around the ring like a prize cow being shown at the livestock market. 

The crowed had almost exploded when Cindy placed her hand over the red cloth covering Natalie's breast. Slowly she had torn the material slickened by the Jello away exposing Natalie's breast to the cool air and bulging eyes of the crowd. Her bare skin had contrasted with the pink slime covering the rest of her body as her tits had hardened from exposure to the cool air of the club. 

Once more she had paraded Natalie around the ring before tripping her into the Jello. She had grabbed the cloth from around Natalie's hips and it had torn it away as Natalie fell. She had grasped the wrist of the naked Natalie and had pulled her through the ring like a caveman pulling his women into their cave. 

She had pulled Natalie up and placed her in her in a head lock. 

She moved Natalie around the ring like a child pulling a rag doll. She forced her to bend forward and backward. Cindy had tossed Natalie from side to side as Jello had flown from her tits and pussy. The Jello had been flung into the crowd. Men sitting at the edge of the stage had scooped up the Jello and had licked and sucked on it as they had imagined it was Natalie's real tits and pussy. 

Then without warning Cindy had forced Natalie against the ref. She forced Natalie's legs up and down the ref's leg. She forced her downward until her lips rubbed against the crotch of his pants. His cock had hardened against her lips. 

Natalie had been tripped and fell to the floor with Cindy on top of her. She was pinned as she felt something being slapped against her face. Once, then twice, on the third slap she had realized the ref was using his hard cock to count her out instead of his hand. 

The ref had raised Cindy's hands over her head as a sign of victory. The crowd had cheered as the ref had forced his thick hard cock into Natalie's mouth. She had kicked her legs, trying to force him away but Cindy had kept her pinned to the floor as he fucked her mouth with his hard cock. The ref had increased his tempo until his cock had swelled and exploded in her warm mouth. Natalie almost gagged as his cum had flowed down her throat. 

Rachelle's fingers probed deeper and spread wider as she remembered what had happened to Natalie. She continued massaging her breast cupping, kneading and teasing them as she remembered. 

Rachelle had circled Tina watching her every step. Then she had lunged at her legs missing them and ending up chest first in the whipped cream. The cream had covered her face and moistened the clothing over her breast leaving her tits clearly visible through the thin cloth. Tina had tried to take advantage of the situation but had slipped and fallen on her back next to Rachelle. 

The two had scrambled to their feet sliding in the slippery liquid. They had clenched each other in a bear hug with each woman seizing the opportunity to untie the others top. The men had cheered as the women had circled the ring with their tops slipping further from their breast with each step. Finally the tops had fallen into the now swampy cream. 

The bare breasted women's tits had hardened as they had circled the ring with their breast rubbing against each other. Tina had lost her footing and had slipped, releasing her grasp on Rachelle as she fell backwards. Rachelle had grabbed her and put her in head lock. 

She had forced Tina to walk around the ring like the winner of a beauty pageant would walk down the runway. The men had cheered as Rachelle had forced Tina to her knees. They clapped even louder as Rachelle had forced Tina to the mat. 

Rachelle had sat on Tina stomach backwards and had pulled her legs in the air. As the ref was counting to three, Rachelle had grasped Tina's shorts and panties and had pulled them off before tossing them into the crowd. 

Men had acted like football players going for an errant pass as they had dived for the clothing. Those who didn't fight for the clothing had cheered when the ref had slapped Tina on the ass for the third time, officially ending the match. 

Rachelle's fingers continued to work magic on her body as she lay in the tub remembering how the count of the winning teams had been one to one. 

Rachelle had thought the match was over and had stood raising her triumphant arms into the air. The ref from Natalie's match had grasped her from behind. He had forced her to kneel and the crowd had roared with approval. He had grasped her tits with one hand as the other hand had pulled her shorts and panties off. With one thrust his hard cock had entered her ass. 

Rachelle had tried to scream at the raping her ass had been taking but the second ref had gagged her by shoving his limp cock into her mouth. She had knelt there as the men had continued to fuck her ass and mouth. 

Tina had lain under her and began licking her damp pussy. Cocks had swollen in her ass and mouth. Tina's tongue and fingers had worked miracles on Rachelle's swollen pussy. The moaning of the men and women had been masked by the cheering of the crowd. The men and Rachelle had cum together, their juices falling and mixing with the whipped cream. 

Water began splashing out of the tub as Natalie's hips met every thrust of her hungry fingers. Nearing climax, Natalie continued to remember the final match between Sharon and Holly. 

The final match had been short. Holly had known before the competition had begun that she had to lose or risk being fired from the job she loved and had to have. 

Holly's former acting classes had come in handy as she had appeared to stumble as she circled the ring with Sharon. Sharon had grabbed hold of Holly's legs as she had stumbled and had fallen on her as they both landed in the muddy soup. 

Holly had pretended to struggle as Sharon had straddled her hips. Sharon had leaned down and used her hands to hold Holly's shoulders against the muddy mat. Before a count could begin, an evil grin, like the grin a sadist might have as they punished their victim, spread across Sharon's face. 

Instead of pinning Holly, Sharon had pulled her shoulders away from the mat and before Holly could protest, Sharon had removed Holly's muddy bra and flung it into the crowd. She had twisted Holly back and forth causing her breast to sway like tree limbs caught in a mighty storm. The men in the crowd had cheered louder and louder. 

Sharon had raised her body off of Holly's hips just long enough to tear Holly's shorts and panties off her limp body. She had tossed the clothing into the crowd and immediately slammed the naked Holly against the ground. Maddened by this unnecessary torture, Holly had forgotten her need to lose and had fought against Sharon. 

Holly had managed to free her arms from Sharon's control and had immediately plucked the bra off of Sharon's exquisite breast and had ripped the shorts and panties off her ample ass. Her advantage was short lived as Sharon soon had her pinned to the mat. 

The refs from the other two rings had shouted one and two before each one had knelt and begun sucking on each of Holly's breast. Holly's nipples had involuntarily hardened at the touch of their magical lips and tongues. 

Holly's face had reddened as the third ref had run up to the two gladiators and had slapped Holly's ass with his hand. He had screamed "three - you're out." Sharon had raised Holly's hips off the ground allowing the third ref to slide under her. 

He had quickly shoved his hard cock into her ass while one of the ref's sucking her nipples had removed his death grip on her breast and had positioned his enraged cock over Holly's mouth. 

Sharon had used the cock in Holly's ass as the fulcrum of a teeter totter as she had grabbed Holly's stiff legs causing Holly to rock up and down. The cock in Holly's mouth had penetrated deeper as Sharon had forced her legs down and the cock had slid out of her mouth as her legs had been raised. 

Pain and pleasure had shot through Holly's breast as the remaining tit sucking ref's teeth had grasped her nipple while Sharon had raised her legs causing Holly's chest to fall and stretching her nipple farther than seemed physically possible. Sharon had continued teeter tottering until the cock in her mouth had exploded filling her throat with the man's cum. 

The two refs' and Sharon had grabbed Holly's legs and head. They had spun her around like she was a merry-go-round on the cock still in her ass until it had swelled and spewed. Cum had overflowed her ass and had dripped into the muddy pit. Then they had tossed her abused body to the floor. 

Holly had lain in the mud knowing she could have won but she needed the job more than the winnings. 

Sharon, oblivious to Holly's throwing of the match, had paraded around the stage with the other two teachers. Their arms raised in triumphant stopping before each vanquished foe. They stopped in front of Natalie and pointed to the crowed screaming "Feast upon the defeated." 

Men had jumped onto the stage pushing and shoving each other until they had reached Natalie and had forced her once more into the Jello. Soon her pussy, mouth, ass and hands had been filled with the manhood of the crowd. 

The winners had proceeded to Rachelle's ring and once more had pointed to the crowd inviting them to partake of the spoils. Whipped cream had flown across the stage as Rachelle had been slammed into the ring. Men had been pawing and clawing every crevice of her body. 

Finally the teachers had reached Holly's ring. Once more the scene was repeated as horny and hungry men had fucked, sucked and spanked every inch of her body. 

Rachelle's orgasm was hard enough to splash water from the tub across the room as she remembered how they had been treated like a buffet with each man going from woman to woman doing whatever they desired until every inch of the cousins bodies were redden by the spanking, sucking and fucking. 

Covered in cum the women had crawled out of their rings only to be confronted by the teachers who had demand payment. Sharon had smiled harshly at Holly as she had received the cash. 

Rachelle stood before the mirror and dried herself off while admiring her firm breast and legs. Not bad for being thirty three, she thought to herself as she climbed naked into the king size bed. 

The three well rested women met for breakfast the next morning. They discussed the day ahead while enjoying the enticing dining experience and eyeing the well proportioned waiter. Each woman left a sizable tip as their minds recalled their actions from the previous night. 

Rachelle dressed in a tight fitting top and shorts that hugged her rounded ass, took the SUV and headed towards Bobby V's, the local sports bar and college hang out. Her assignment for the day was to interview, without seeming to, local students to see what their feelings towards the university were. 




Revenge Against The Bitch Boss



MY boring office job was only supposed to be a way of earning some cash over the summer - the work was pretty mind-numbing stuff, just filing and data entry, and independent thought was definitely not part of the routine.

That meant plenty of time for day-dreaming about the talent on offer. I was the only young guy there, and the only one in a junior position, and there were some very tasty babes working in the same open-plan room as me.

The pick of them was undoubtedly a stunning dusky secretary called Shona, with thick black hair and a coffee-coloured complexion. She always dressed demurely but it was clear she had a stunning figure and I whiled away many a happy moment wondering what her generous lips would look like clamped around my cock.

But whenever I tried to strike up a conversation with her in the hope of it leading to an after-work assignation, she always found some excuse to steer my off in another direction and then get back to her work as quickly as she could.

The other girls working in the office were pleasant enough but there weren't many stunners among them. The boss, though, was something else - a real ice queen who went out of her way to let everyone know she was in charge and treated all the junior staff like dirt.

Her name was Helen but she preferred to be called Mrs Watkins, and she had a habit of looking down her nose at you as if you were the lowest form of human life.

That didn't mean that she wasn't fuckable, far from it - her facial features were sharp but sexy and accentuated by a classic short dyed blonde hairstyle that helped to emphasise her no-nonsense executive status, and beneath her crisp blouses and tailored suits she went in and out in all the right places. Even though she was probably in her late 30s she looked good to go, if only someone could crack that cold exterior.

I very rarely had anything to do with her - I was too lowly to be worth bothering with, I suppose - so I was puzzled to be called into her office late on afternoon for what was described as an interim appraisal session.

As the door closed behind me, I couldn't help reflect that the office was a step up in glass from the dull open-plan workspace I had just left behind. Mrs Watkins had a large desk and sat behind it in a high-backed leather executive chair. There were a couple of smaller chairs on the other side of the desk, and off to one side was a more relaxed seating area with a couple of small armchairs either side of a low table. Although the wall facing on to the main office area was entirely made of glass, privacy was made possible by floor to ceiling blinds, which were already drawn as she gestured to me to take one of the seats in front of the desk.

She began by giving me a po-faced rundown of how the company worked and how all staff had regular appraisals, and needed to get good ratings if they were going to stay on the strength. She didn't go so far as to spell it out in words, but she made it clear that I needed to get a good report from her if I wanted to carry on working there - and that she knew that I needed the money, and jobs elsewhere were hard to find at short notice.

The rest of our conversation seemed to go smoothly enough, but just as it seemed that the session was about to come to an end she seemed to drop her pen onto the floor beneath the desk.

"Oh, get that for me will you, James?" she asked, leaning back in her chair and pressing the fingers of her two hands together. "I don't want to crease this suit."

Thinking little about it, I dropped down to my knees and tried to see where the pen had fallen - but I wasn't looking for the pen for long. I could see straight away that the desk had no 'vanity panel' and my face was only a short distance away from her shapely, stockinged legs.

And not just her legs - the stockings came to an end at mid-thigh level, beyond which I could see creamy flesh and the smooth skin around her shaved and shining pussy. 

From above I could hear her calm and commanding voice: "James, to ensure a good appraisal there is a practical test that I like to employ. I have to be sure that you are willing to follow the instructions of your superiors, and carry out tasks to their satisfaction." Her legs parted slightly and I could see the moist folds of her cunt. "You may begin..."

As a chore, it had the edge on an afternoon of filing, so I moved forward and went to work. Her pussy was hot but fresh, and I was soon lapping at her clit as her thighs pressed in against my ears, with my cock naturally responding and straining against my trunks as I breathed in the glorious aroma of her sex.

The strange thing was that I could tell she was getting off on it, through the twitches of her muscles and the juices that were flowing from her crack, but she never made a sound and I got the impression that from the waist up she wasn't moving at all. If anyone had stuck their head round the door she would have just appeared to be sitting at her desk, and maybe that was the idea.

After about 10 minutes, she firmly said: "You may stop now." As I stood I could see her considering the bulge in my trousers where my cock still ached for release, but she dismissed me with little more than a nod and I walked carefully back to my desk.

There wasn't long left until clocking-off time, so I resisted the temptation to slip away to the toilets to jerk off and relieve the tension between my legs, although I have to admit that when I got home I couldn't resist a fast and furious session, fantasising about what might have happened next if Mrs Watkins wasn't such a cold and controlling bitch.

The next day at work she acted as if nothing had happened, treating me as if I didn't exist, and life went on as normal for most of the day.

But in the last hour before qutting time, I couldn't help but notice that Shona was called into Mrs Watkins office. She was in there about half an hour, and when she left she looked flustered, confused, and immediately headed out of the office.

I had an inkling of what might have been going on, and quickly left my desk to catch her. She was feeding change into a soft drinks machine in the lobby, and grabbed the cold can as soon as it dropped down, popping it open and downing half of it in a couple of gulps.

"Hi, Shona," I said, trying to be upbeat. "You look a little upset. Didn't your appraisal go as well as you would have liked?"

She looked at me blankly, and looked away. "Hey, you can tell me about it," I said. "I had mine yesterday, and I have to admit it wasn't exactly to my taste either..."

She took another swig of her drink and then realised what I was saying. "You too?" she asked "That 24 carat bitch, who does she think she is? She knows I can't afford to lose this job and I have to do whatever she wants - but come on!"

"Don't sweat it," I said. "It's just a power trip for her, and I've certainly done tougher things to stay in a job."

"It's OK for you, you're a guy, eating pussy is something you're supposed to like. Whatever you might think, I'm not gay and I've never done anything like that before. I feel so used..." She flushed, and looked away again.

"I'd get on my knees for her every afternoon if it meant there was a raise in it," I laughed. "The only down side is that she left me feeling so horny I couldn't get my mind back on work for the rest of the...oh, hang on. That's why you're really upset, isn't it - she got you hot, too, didn't she?

"I am not gay!" she hissed, looking around to check that nobody was within earshot. "I am not!"

"Nobody says you are - but it's only natural that when you're in a sexual situation with an attractive human being, you're going to react. And when you react, you'll be frustrated if you're not able to take that to a conclusion. Let me tell you, if you were reacting in that way and I was anywhere near, I'd do everything I could to make sure you were satisfied."

She gave me a long look, and whispered: "You're here now, aren't you?" before taking my hand and leading me two doors down the corridor to a little-used interview room. She locked the door behind us, turned to me and said again: "Yes, you're here now."

I grabbed her and kissed her passionately as she pushed her body against mine, my cock leaping instantly to full attention as I sensed her need. 

"At your service, and you're in charge," I said. "You call the shots just like that cow Watkins - I can stroke you, I can lick you, I really want to fuck you but it's up to you."

"Yes, yes, yes," she said, as I roughly pulled up her skirt and clamped my hand against the moistness of her panties.

"All three?" I laughed, pressing two fingers into the crack of her cunt through the fabric. "She did get you going, didn't she? Sure you're not even the slightest bit gay?"

"Not at the moment," she grunted, dropping to her knees and unzipping my trousers with one fluid movement. As my cock sprang out, her warm lips engulfed it and her head began bobbing up and down as she hungrily deep throated me, coating me with her saliva.

I knew I wouldn't last long if she carried on, so I pushed her backwards and again yanked up her skirt, quickly grabbing her panties and pulling them down her legs and away. I parted her cunt lips with my fingers and arrowed in on her clit with my probing tongue, savouring the electric reaction of her body as I hit home - so unlike the almost frigid reception in the boss's office the day before.

Shona squirmed and writhed with pleasure as I continued to probe, her fingers roughly grabbing at my hair and pressing me harder against her sex. "Jesus," she moaned. "I don't care if it's a man's tongue or a woman's, but I need this."

As her excitement grew, I took a chance and pressed a thumb into her butt, already moistened by the juices flowing freely from her pussy. She reacted as if she'd been given an electric shock, and then began to gasp and judder as my tongue continued to lash her love button. She came explosively, her pelvis straining upwards against me, before slumping back with a sigh. "Fuck, that was good," she said. "Now what shall we do about you?"

My cock was still yearning for release, and twitched involuntarily as her cool hands wrapped around it. "If you'd asked me yesterday morning I'd have told you my fantasy since I came to work here was so see your lovely lips wrapped around my cock," I said. "But that was before I had the chance to see the rest of your gorgeous body."

As she continued to stroke me, I leaned forward and unbuttoned her blouse, revealing firm breasts hardly contained by a white lace bra, which I lost no time in pushing upwards and over her smooth mounds. "Now I've got something else to daydream about," I muttered, dropping my lips to the erect nipple of her right breast and sucking hard, forcing a shiver from her.

"And when I've finished daydreaming about my cock in your mouth, and your amazing tits, I'll daydream about fucking your sopping pussy from behind..."

I pulled her around on to all fours, positioned myself behind her, and drove my cock in to the hilt in one smooth movement, leaning forward at the same time to reach around her and grab both her tits. "And what'll you be daydreaming about, Shona?" She grunted as she pushed back against me, squeezing her muscles urgently against my rigid length. "I'll be thinking about how good your cock feels deep in me," she breathed, as she built towards another orgasm. "I'll be thinking about being drenched by your come."

She reached beneath her to tickle my bulging balls and tip me over the edge just as she came for the second time, sighing as I buried myself in her and spunk pumped from my dick again and again. 

"And I'll be daydreaming about getting my own back against that bitch Watkins," she said, with a cold certainty. 

"Funny you should say that," I said. "I've been thinking, and I've got an idea..."

After work I took Shona out for a drink and explained how I planned to put Helen Watkins on the back foot and we carefully worked out how we would go about getting the revenge that my lovely workmate was determined to achieve.

The first step was down to me, and required me to make an excuse to stay late the following night and, when there was nobody around but the cleaning crew, make some minor technological adjustments to Mrs Watkins office.

After carrying out a few checks and tests to make sure that the system was working to my satisfaction, we were ready to move on to the next part of the plan. Although we had an agonising wait of three days, our chance finally came when one of the more experienced office administrators, a married woman called Carly, was called in for an 'appraisal interview' late on a Friday afternoon.

She returned to her desk half an hour later, sat down and resumed her duties. It seemed to fit the pattern, but we had no way of knowing straight away whether Mrs Watkins had provided us with the leverage we were after.

Again I stayed late that night, checking up how my little adjustments had .performed. I called Shona straight away: "I've got it," I told her. "It's just what we need. Want to come round to my place to see it?"

Shona arrived on my doorstep within 15 minutes, wearing a tight and clinging tee shirt and a tiny skirt, showing off her many assets to their best advantage. I'd already transferred the files from the tiny camera I'd installed in such a way that it had a clear view of Mrs Watkins' desk, and set up my TV for a premiere screening. I'd rigged it so that it could be activated remotely, and I had set it to record as soon as Carly had left her desk and headed for her little meeting with the boss.

Shona sat down on the sofa alongside me, and I pressed play. The office quickly came onto the screen, with Watkins sitting behind her desk looking just as cool and collected as she always did.

There was a knock, then Carly - a short, dark and curvy woman who must have been in her 40s, but kept herself in good shape - came in.

"Thank you for coming to see me, Carly," said Watkins. "I think in view of your excellent work and consistent performance, I will be able to give you an excellent rating and every prospect of a positive salary review. However, you know there is another part of the process..."

Carly didn't look too happy about it, and it was clear that Watkins didn't just pull her seedy stunt on office juniors - anyone who wanted to say in her good books was forced to submit. Carly, we knew, was divorced and still had one of her three kids at home, and struggled to make ends meet. "Let's get it over with," she said. "You've been doing this to me for five years now, and I've never been happy about it - but you're the boss and I know how things are."

Watkins looked at her sternly. "I don't think you should sound so ungrateful, Carly," she said. "It's quite simple, I look after my staff and sometimes I ask them to look after me. Come around this side of the desk, why don't you?"

Carly did as she was told and as she rounded the desk Watkins pushed back her executive chair, parted her legs a little and settled back against the leather. Carly knelt, just as Shona and I had done, and began to pay close attention to her boss's pussy.

Again Watkins sat calmly, hardly moving at all, with her hands gripping the arms of her chair. She closed her eyes, and we could see from the way her nipples hardened and pushed out against the crisp fabric of her blouse that she was aroused, but she took no action to encourage Carly or to get further involved in the sex act she had instigated.

After about 10 minutes, she simply said: "That will be all, Carly, thank you" and sat, still with her legs apart, as the other woman stood, turned and headed out of the office.

"It's not over yet," I said to Shona. "Keep watching."

As the door closed, Watkins reached into a drawer on the right hand side of her desk and removed a smooth, silver, slim vibrator and flicked it on. It took her only a second or two to apply the throbbing aid to her clitoris, and almost immediately she began to jerk and writhe as she finally gave in to the sensations pulsing from her sex.

"I told you it was all about control," I said. "She wants to prove that she has power over other staff, but she also wants to show that she has the control to resist showing emotion when she's getting a good licking from whoever is her chosen victim.

"Then, when she's alone, she has to give in to it - on her own terms. Just think, when we were getting it on in that meeting room, she was just around the corner, sticking that vibrator in and taking care of business. It could just as easily have been my cock, but she doesn't want to play that game."

"No, but I do," Shona purred, grabbing hold of me through my jeans. "I know we can get our own back now, but that's for later. Right now, I want you inside me."

"So watching one woman lick off another, and then watching a woman pleasuring herself with a vibrator, gets you so hot you have to have a cock? Are you sure you're not even a tiny bit gay?"

"Fuck off," she grunted, unzipping me and teasing me to full hardness, which took about half a second. She pulled her top up over her braless breasts, rolled astride me, hitched her panties to one side and then sank down onto my waiting cock in one smooth movement. "And fuck me."

I was happy to oblige, burying my head in her glorious breasts and grabbing roughly at her perfect buttocks as she took control, rising and falling on my manhood until her orgasm overtook her and the sight of her in the throes of ecstasy caused my cock to twitch and pump spunk into her waiting hole.

We agreed to wait another few days to gather all the evidence we needed, and at the end of that time I had gathered clips of three other members of staff being forced to submit to Mrs Watkins demands. I looped all four files, each carefully datestamped, together to create the case for the prosecution and then Shona and I decided to go on the offensive.

First Shona arranged a meeting with Mrs Watkins close to quitting time, when everyone else was packing up for the day and getting ready to go home. When everyone else had left the office, I slipped the memory stick containing the video files into my top pocket, knocked on the office door and, without waiting to be beckoned, walked in.

"Yes, what do you want?" Mrs Watkins asked severely. "Can't you see I am busy?"

"That's what I wanted to discuss," I said. "I know exactly how busy you have been over the last few days, and I think it's about time we did something about it."

"What are you talking about?" Mrs Watkins didn't suspect a thing, but it was our firm intention to make her pay for her abuse and teach her a lesson at the same time.

"Well, they say a picture is worth a thousand words, but the pictures I'm about to show you can be summed up in just one - disgrace," I said, slipping the memory stick into the port on her PC and quickly setting the film clips playing. "Here's the evidence of systematic abuse of your staff, sexual harassment, not to mention jerking off in work time. Coupled with statements from the two of us, I'd say that if this comes to the attention of senior management you'll be out of a job in an instant."

Mrs Watkins couldn't tear her eyes away from the screen, which was now displaying a segment showing her plunging the vibrator into her sopping cunt. "How?" she gasped.

"Just a little technical trickery - all we had to do was press the record button after that, and you never suspected because you didn't believe that anyone would have the guts to get their own back. You thought you controlled each and every one of us, but now you know that's not true."

"What are you doing to do?" she asked, still distracted by the images on the screen.

"It's tempting to get you kicked out on the street," I said, turning off the movie show and slipping the memory card back into my pocket "And that can still happen, believe me. But we've had a talk about it, and decided that punishment in kind would be the most appropriate course of action. Follow my instructions from now on. You will put both your hands on the top of your desk, you won't move a muscle until you are told to do so - you're about to go on a training course."




Revenge Against The Bitch Boss



She hesitated for a moment, then obeyed. "Watch and learn," I said, as Shona stood and took her place by my side. "Sex is a two way thing, and when you expect someone to pleasure you it's only polite to repay the compliment.

"Take me, for example. After you made me lick you out, my cock was rock hard and I was desperate for release, but you didn't make a move. Let's review what your options might have been...

"First, there's the simple hand job." At that, Shona smoothly unbuttoned my trousers, pulled down my boxers and revealed my swelling prick. "Just a gentle up and down motion is all it needs, nature will take it's course," I commented, as Shona's warm palm enclosed my cock and she began to wank me off.

"Of course, you can be more intimate, and move on to the blow job," I said, as Shona knelt before me and slipped my dick between her lips. "Every man loves to see his cock disappearing into a woman's willing mouth." Shona cupped my balls and expertly lapped at the swollen head of my cock, making it more difficult for me to keep up a dispassionate commentary.

"Some women don't like to suck cock," I said. "But there are lots of other options. A tit fuck always makes a nice change..." At this, Shona shrugged off her blouse, slipped out of her bra and cupped my straining cock between her breasts, demonstrating how her cleavage could become a cunt with the support of her hands. I could see from the hardness of her nipples that she was enjoying the experience as much as I was. She continued to tit fuck me, waiting for my next cue, but I luxuriated in the friction of her breasts against my member for a few moments longer.

"You may decide that the best way for both parties to receive satisfaction is by full intercourse," I said, picking up the script we had agreed in advance, checking that Mrs Watkins was still following instructions and remaining stock still in her chair, hands on her desk. We didn't want her sneakily slipping that vibrator out of her drawer and masturbating in response to the free show - we wanted her to feel some of the frustration that she had subjected us to.

Shona stood and slipped off her panties, though she still sported the stockings and suspenders she had decided to wear. Looking Mrs Watkins in the eye, she bent over with her elbows on the side of the desk so that her tormentor had a clear view of her dangling tits, and her rear end jutting up provocatively. "There are many positions for sexual intercourse but for purposes of demonstration we will adopt the rear entry position," I said, sliding into Shona's wet hole and beginning a series of deep, powerful strokes that made her grunt in pleasure.

I continued to drive into Shona for another two minutes, bringing her closer to climax, but felt my own inevitable explosion coming. It was time for the next stage.

I withdrew from Shona, who retreated to the couch which Mrs Watkins had in her office for informal chats. She lay back, her legs apart, lazily fingering herself as I began the next stage of the 'training session.'

"OK," I said, turning to Mrs Watkins. "You may now unbutton your blouse." She hesitated for a moment, and then her hands began to work the buttons of the crisp shirt that enclosed her shapely breasts. Beneath the cotton was a snow white laced low-cupped bra. "Pull the cups of your bra down so that I can see your breasts."

She did so, and they were spectacular - full and creamy, with dark and prominent nipples. "Do you know what I am going to do now?"

"You're going to come on my tits," she said, quietly.

"Quite right," I replied, beginning to stroke my still-firm cock. "You made me an unwilling partner in your sexual release, and now it's my turn. Has a man ever spunked on your tits before?"

"No, never."

"Of course not, it's probably too messy for a control freak like you. You always want to call the shots, but this time you're just going to have to sit there and take it. Now play with your tits for me."

Her fingers went to her nipples, which quickly hardened and lengthened as a result of the attention. God, her breasts were gorgeous.

I could feel my come inching up my cock, ready to explode, and I slowed my strokes accordingly until I could hold back no more. 

"My appraisal of your tits, Mrs Watkins, is that they are missing a certain something," I grunted, as ropes of come leapt from my cock and splattered over her neck, breasts and bra. She flinched, but didn't move back in her seat and continued to toy with her nipples until my multiple ejaculation was complete.

"Right," I said. "That's me sorted, but I'm afraid that's just the first part of your lesson.

"You also left Shona confused and frustrated by your demands, not to mention the other women in the office. She's on your couch, she's got her legs apart - I think you know what to do." Mrs Watkins looked across to the undressed underling on the couch, waiting patiently for her turn and keeping herself poised for action with one hand teasingly placed between her legs and the other cupping a breast.

"I've never done that before," the boss admitted, hesitating.

"Neither had she, neither had any of the others, I expect - but that didn't stop you forcing them to just because you could. Get over there and start learning."

Mrs Watkins stood from behind her executive desk, her come-caked tits still jutting forward from her unbuttoned blouse and displaced bra, and walked round to where Shona lay.

"No hands on yourself," I warned sternly. "You may be tempted but your job is to make her come, not yourself. Now get on your knees and get to work."

Mrs Watkins knelt down uncertainly, and ducked her head to the moist triangle between Shona's legs. At first she just looked as Shona continued to gently stroke herself, but then, tentatively, she removed Shona's fingers and began to explore for herself. Shona murmured in pleasure as she quickly found the sweet spot, and then grunted in more animal tones as Mrs Watkins began to apply more pressure.

As I watched, I could feel my cock beginning to twitch back to life but I was determined not to be distracted, although the sight of Mrs Watkins eyeing a soaking pussy up close and personal, not to mention the tight skirt stretched over her shapely backside, was interesting, to say the least.

"Not just your fingers, get your face in there," I said, sternly. "Find out for yourself what another woman's cunt tastes like when you're forced to put your tongue into her."

She obeyed again, dipping her head and extending her tongue, moving her hands to stroke up and down Shona's sides and eventually find her waiting breasts.

Because of all the cock and finger foreplay that had been part of the plan, it wasn't long before Shona's breath was coming in short gasps and Mrs Watkins' tongue began to work more feverishly in response to her excitement. "That's right, I'm the fucking boss now," Shona hissed as she clamped her thighs around the other woman's head and pushed herself to a shuddering orgasm. "That's what I was waiting for..."

As Shona slumped back onto the couch, exhausted by her climax, Mrs Watkins stood, trying to compose herself and adopted the dignified look of an executive in control, despite the pussy juice smeared all over her lips and her half-naked breasts.

"This has been very instructional, but now I have a suggestion," she said. I nodded to her to continue. "You're right, the control aspect was the thing that got me off, but I never really considered how much it might be resented. I never wanted to go any further with anyone in the office because I thought it would affect my status - but I suppose we've gone a bit beyond that now.

"I like sex but I have difficulty asking for what I want, and what I need, so quite often I am very frustrated - and doing what I did was one way of addressing that. 

"But if I'm standing half-dressed in my own office, come drying all over my chest, with two other people who are clearly as horny as I am, I haven't really got any excuse for not taking it to another level."

I interrupted: "You're not really in a position to make demands, you know."

"I understand that," she replied. "But I think you'll be interested in joining in."

She walked back around to the business side of her desk and opened the drawer in which I knew she kept her vibrator. "You've seen one of the things I keep hidden away in here," she said. "But you haven't seen a newer toy of mine that I haven't really had the courage to experiment with yet."

As she talked, she pulled out what, after a few seconds of puzzlement, I quickly realised was a flexible double-headed dildo. In her other hand she held a small remote control, which she handed to me. "I'm sure you can work it out," she said, some of her self-confidence and arrogance returning as she returned to the couch.

"Shona, dear, would you like to carry on?" she asked, her tone much more friendly and inviting than it had been the last time she had instigated a scene involving the two of them.

Shona's eyes widened, at first in fear and then in anticipation at the dildo that Mrs Watkins held before her. "Some people say you don't need a man to get deep pleasure, so let's find out, shall we?"

Without waiting for a reply, she began to rub one end of the dildo around Shona's cunt lips before exploring deeper. Shona was still so wet and willing from all that had gone before that it wasn't long before the chunky dildo was buried deep inside her.

"Now it's my turn," said Mrs Watkins, shrugging herself out of her blouse, hoisting up her severe skirt and slipping out of her knickers 

Mrs Watkins sat astride Shona and positioned herself above the other end of the jutting dildo. "Would you like to help me, Shona?" she asked, leaning down and kissing and licking the other woman's nipples. "First of all I need you to pay some attention to my breasts, too - you'll find that they taste of come at the moment, but I'm sure you won't mind."

Shona hesitated for a moment, as if suddenly taken aback by her earlier concerns about being gay, as if realising for the first time that she had just been licked to orgasm by another woman and was now speared by a giant dyke dildo. 

But the hesitation quickly turned into a considered contemplation of Mrs Watkins' superb tits sitting in front of her face, and she gave into temptation, taking one nipple and then the other into her mouth. "That's lovely," Mrs Watkins encouraged. "Yes, clean them off for me, that's fantastic."

All the while she was rubbing herself against the other end of the dildo, getting ready to take it into her. "Now I think I'm ready, Shona," she said. "Can you help me again?"

Without needing to be asked twice, Shona reached in front of her and held the dildo firm as Mrs Watkins eased herself down along its length in one smooth movement. "Jesus," she muttered. "That's big."

The two women were now cunt to cunt, each moving tentatively against the other as they began to find a gentle rhythm that would help them to become accustomed to the hefty cock substitute that joined them.

"Now," said Mrs Watkins, turning her head to me. "Press that button, and let's see what happens." 

The remote control she had handed me had simple controls, one button for one and off and three more for increased settings. As I pressed the first control, I could just about hear the hum as the cunt-buried dildo began to vibrate. 

"It vibrates and it ripples," said Mrs Watkins, breathlessly, as the sensations began to overtake her. Shona, already so well-juiced, was less considered in her reaction. "Fuck me," she exclaimed. "That's good, that's good - suck my tits, now, hard, I'm going to come again."

As Mrs Watkins bent down to oblige, and Shona's hands came around her to grip her tight buttocks as she might grip a man who was plunging into her, I decided - and my cock agreed - that this was no time to be a spectator. I pushed the remote control up two levels, and both women immediately responded to the more intense sensations that communicated themselves to their willing cunts.

With a single stride I positioned myself behind my boss, and roughly passed my fingers around the sticky, juicy place where both their cunts met around the dildo and swiftly transferred that moist and makeshift lubrication to Mrs Watkins' upturned butt-hole.

"What do you think you're doing?" she blurted, but there was no anger in her voice.

"If today was the first time you've eaten out another woman, I'm betting that you've never taken it from behind before, never mind felt what a double penetration is like," I grunted, getting myself into position. "So this is really going to be something to stick in your diary."

"You bastard," she snarled. "You know I can't refuse."

"And I know you probably don't even want to, you horny bitch," I replied, as I pressed my helmet against her moistened cavity and pushed, firmly but with control. She grunted, partly in pain and partly in surprise, but pushed back against me and the end of my cock disappeared into her hole. She gasped, gathered herself and then pushed back even further.

As Shona quivered beneath her, she began to follow suit as the combination of a rippling dildo in her cunt and my cock pushing into her from behind began to create sensations she had never felt before.

I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out for long, because the virbrations from the sex toy were transmitting themselves to my dick as well - it felt fantastic, and I didn't hestitate as I increased the depth and the speed of my strokes, watching in horny fascination as my cock disappeared into her back passage time and again.

"Don't you dare come in me," she hissed as her legs began to shake and her eyes widened with pleasure. "Come on her tits this time so I can lick it off..."

"Plenty of time for that later," I replied, as I pushed all the way in and felt my cream flood up and out into the depths of her. "I've now come on your tits, and come in your ass, but you've got plenty of other holes that I can fill with my spunk. I think this could be the start of a very satisfying partnership."

Mrs Watkins said nothing. She had collapsed, gasping, on the couch alongside Shona, her tits heaving with exertion and her face flushed with pleasure. The sight of the pair of them, sweat-drenched but sated, was one to treasure. Thank goodness I had left the camera running since I'd walked into the room - neither of them knew that, but it was going to be fun letting them find out.



Revenge Against the Ex



To the readers:

This story is not a typical DG Hear romance story. If you don't like revenge, interracial or gangbang stories you may want to pass on this one. Every now and then I have to tell it like it is. A big thank you to WanderingScot for editing this story for me.

I looked out my motel window when I heard voices. I saw a black man and a white woman talking. Normally it wouldn't have bothered me but this time it was different. It was my ex daughter.

**** 

This story begins about twelve years ago when my son moved to Michigan. He and a friend of his got job interviews at an auto plant. They both got the job and rented an apartment and moved in together. Eventually his friend got married and my son lived by himself.

He was always on the quiet side around us. We couldn't believe it when his friends always said what fun he was. I guess he kept it from us. In high school he dated a lot of girls but never really stayed with anyone very long. He hardly ever talked about them. I guess that is why we, my wife Catherine and I were surprised when he called us and said he was going to bring a girl home for us to meet.

She was beautiful. She was twenty-two and seemed very friendly. We could see what our son Mark saw in her. We learned her dad was Mexican and her mom Slavic. They met in the Mexican restaurant that she worked in. They had been dating for a few months. We never had a clue.

We were so happy for the two of them. They seemed so happy together. It was about three months later when our son called and said they were getting married. We asked him if she became pregnant and he said no, they were just in love.

We went to Michigan for their wedding shower and met her family. They were such wonderful people and treated us like we knew them for years. We couldn't have felt more welcome.

Our whole family went up for the wedding and all our relatives who lived in Michigan attended the wedding. Everyone said what a wonderful couple they made. If there was any negative point that we saw in her it would be that she was so pretty that she could be high maintenance.

Life for all of us went on fine. We would visit them a couple of times a year and they would come and see us. It did bother us that they were both materialistic. They had to buy a house and each leased a new car. Had to have everything new. I guess it was just the generation.

About a year and a half after they were married Sarah became pregnant. We were happy for them, but her parents were ecstatic. This would be their first grandchild. We already had three others by my daughters. When it was time for the delivery of the baby Mark called us and we went up the next morning. They had a beautiful baby girl and named her Maria. Everyone was so happy for them. We stayed in town for a few days to help in any way we could.

We wondered what kind of dad our son would be and he turned out to be great. Sarah breast fed the baby or left breast milk for her when she went to work. We bought her the pump. Our son had no problems feeding, changing or being up with the baby. We were so proud of him.

Life went on normal for all of us with the regular visits until Maria was around four years old. We received a call from Mark and he said he was taking a couple of days off work and coming home. He told us that Sarah was pregnant again and she told him it probably wasn't his.

We were devastated. Every parent loves their kids if they are ten, twenty or thirty. They are still your kids and you want to do what you can to help them. When Mark came home, he told us what happened.

"I got home from work and Sarah kept walking around looking very nervous. I asked her what the problem was and she told me she just took a pregnancy test and it was positive. I told her that it was fine and we would deal with it. That's when she told she was pretty sure it wasn't mine.

"I got pissed and asked her what the hell she was saying? She told me she was having an affair with a man at work. She had the gall to tell me that she felt they were soul mates. I had to get the hell out of the house before I beat her to death. I told her I was leaving for a couple of days and would deal with it when I got back. My mind was a mess."

Mark's best friend at his wedding was going through a divorce and the two of them went out, probably to get drunk. He didn't come home that night but when he came it the next morning we asked him what his immediate plans were.

He told us he was going to ask her to move out. He wasn't sure what else he was going to do in the short term. Her mother babysat for them while they both worked. He did call her from our house and told her he wanted her out of the house within the month. 

We talked to him the following week. He still was quiet on what his plans were. We were surprised to hear that the man she was having an affair with was nine years younger than her and was of Mexican descent.

Like most kids Mark didn't listen to us. She did move out of the house and into an apartment. Our son still gave her a hundred dollars a week for support of Maria. Sarah's mom was devastated when she received the news. Hector, her dad stopped talking to her. They all loved Mark and couldn't believe Sarah could be so stupid. We believed that they thought Mark contributed to the divorce in some way but never pushed the issue.

Mark did tell us he decided not to apply for a divorce till after the birth of the baby. Sarah and the baby would both be covered under Mark's insurance which would cost a pretty penny. He was afraid that if the child was his that he might get stuck with the bills.

Mark and Sarah only talked when it concerned Maria. Christine, Sarah's mother usually was the go between. Mark said she cried many times about the breakdown of their marriage. She actually hoped that maybe they could work it out and get back together.

We heard that Ray, the possible father of the child quit his job at the restaurant and went back to Mexico for awhile till things cooled down. It was probably a good move.

When it was time for the child's birth we asked Mark if he went to the hospital since for Maria he helped in the delivery room and was the proud dad.

He told us that he went to work. Sarah's Mom was the only one there during the delivery. Mark said he went after work to see the baby. When he saw the baby boy was definitely darker he looked at Christine with tears in his eyes and told the nurse not to list him as the father of the child and left the hospital without even talking to Sarah.

The following day he went to see a lawyer and started divorce proceedings. We had heard that Ray was back in town but Mark never said whether or not he had seen him.

Mark had to give Sarah half their net worth and a hundred twenty-five dollars a week in support for Maria. They had joint custody of Maria. Mark just didn't want to fight it. He said he was just going to make sure his daughter was well taken care of. He had to take out another loan to pay her portion. He did get the house and most everything in it.

Over the last couple of years he visited with us and always had Maria with him. She loved my wife, her grandmother. I believe it is because my wife is a very caring person. She did everything with Maria. They would go shopping, play games, ride bikes and anything else you could think of.

Maria often cried when she had to go home. My wife told her she would see her again soon. In fact my son bought her a cell phone and she calls my wife every week.

I haven't talked with Sarah since we heard about her cheating. If she calls to talk to Mark or Maria when they are at our house, I just hand them the phone. I can't forgive her for what she did to my son and his marriage. Our whole family dislikes her now.

As I mentioned our son hardly ever tells us anything. Even when we ask we're lucky to get an answer. He's a very private person and I guess holds it all in.

One day Maria called us and told us that her mom and Ray got married. They named the baby boy, Ray Jr. Maria calls her half- brother little Ray. She calls her stepfather Ray, never dad.

Mark seems to just go along, never tells us much. He says his life is work, taking care of Maria and when she's with her Mom, he goes to the bar with friends. He never mentions any women except as friends.

I believe he was still in love with Sarah and probably would have considered taking her back if the baby was his. His exs still love him. In fact his ex father in law and one of Sarah's uncles are on the same bowling team as Mark. It really is an odd situation. They wanted to keep in touch with us but it is just too much for us. We cannot accept the fact that their daughter ruined so many lives. We do send a Christmas card each year but that's about it.

I've seen Sarah through our Son's window when she drops off Maria every once in awhile when we are there. I can't get myself to even say hi to her. One day when we went to visit Mark and Maria, there was a little boy there. Maria told us it was her brother Ray, he was three at the time.

Christine who usually watches him had an emergency to attend to and Mark offered to take him for a few hours until his mother got off work. Mark said he didn't hold any ill will towards the kid, it wasn't his fault his mom was a slut. We all went to an Italian restaurant. Mark ordered little Ray spaghetti. The little guy was on the chubby side but cute.

Mark said he has him over to play with his sister once in a while. He seemed to listen to Mark. The only problem is he kept calling Mark 'Dad'. He would hear Maria say it so he just repeated it.

"Ray, I'm not your Dad, you call me Mark, ok?" Mark must have repeated that sentence five times while we were in the restaurant.

Life went on but in the back of my mind I had always wished Sarah wouldn't have gotten off so easy for what she did to my Son. We told Mark that we didn't think her new marriage would last if she thought they were soul mates and he was nine years younger. It wouldn't be long before he would be looking for younger pastures.

****

I make small deliveries for a company and they asked me if I was going to Michigan soon. I told them I could go anytime. I could always stop and see my son and granddaughter. I also had other family there.

I went the following Saturday and made the delivery. I stopped by my son's place and took him out to lunch. He told me he had to work that afternoon; they were working seven days a week and he needed all the work he could get.

Times have been tough and he was cut back to thirty-five hours a week and was falling behind on his bills. I knew this because his mom was sending him money - well actually she was paying a couple of his bills directly. We wanted to make sure they got paid.

His bitch of an ex wouldn't settle for less money while he was falling behind on his other payments. In fact she asked him for more money but the court didn't grant her any extra when they saw what he was already paying for. He bought Maria almost all her clothes and carried the insurance on her.

Sarah put her in dance classes and had the bills sent to Mark. I almost called him a wimp until he told me that he would do anything for his daughter. She was his life. That I could understand having had three kids of my own. There is nothing I wouldn't do for my kids at any age.

When I arrived at his house he told me that Maria was spending the night at her grandmother's house. She was watching little Ray also. I guess Sarah was going out with friends and her husband was taking a trip to go see his sister in Indiana. He would be gone for the weekend.

Mark said I could spend the night at his house but he had to go to work. I just told him I would catch a cheap motel up the road a bit and spend the night there. I hugged my son and wished him the best. I told him that if he ever wanted someone to talk to, I'd be there for him.

I drove about forty miles and found a motel near a shopping center. I figured I could take in a movie and maybe even stroll through the mall. I went to the desk and checked in. With a name like Johnson there were many of us. I decide to pay with cash.

When I was in my room cleaning up I heard a man and woman talking just outside my window. As I mentioned earlier I saw a black man and a white woman. Normally it wouldn't have bothered me but this time it was different. It was my ex daughter.

What the hell was going on? We were a good fifty miles from where she lived. I remember my son say that her husband Ray was gone for the weekend and she was going out with friends. Was this black guy the friend? I truly had my doubts that anyone in her family knew about this date, especially her dad who really didn't like black people. I guess before Mark met her that a black guy kept trying to get her to go out with him and her dad put a stop to it. 

I heard her say, "Let me get out of my work clothes and you can take me to the Olive Garden like you promised." He smiled and they headed into the room next to me.

I was sure it was her. She had on a shirt with the emblem of the restaurant she worked at, along with a pair of tight fitting shorts. They were really too tight for a married woman her age, but she still had quite the body and wasn't afraid to show it.

They came out about fifteen minutes later and got in his car and headed off. My mind started to wander. I think I saw to many spy shows. I wasn't a secret agent but I was foolish enough to act like one. I figured I had about two hours to set up a plan.

Finally maybe I could get just a little revenge on my ex daughter who ruined my son's life.

I headed across the street to an electronics store. I asked the salesman if they carried any kind of surveillance equipment. He smiled and took me to a part of the store that was loaded with everything for any kind of surveillance.

I explained to him that I want a tiny camera that could be hidden easily and I needed it to work with a remote control recorder. He smiled again and told me that the surveillance equipment sold like hot cakes.

It cost me three hundred dollars. I would have to explain the bill to my wife when the bill came. She always yelled at me for getting more electronic equipment.

The salesman told me he hoped I caught the culprit I was looking for. I had mentioned that someone was stealing things from my office and that I only needed something that would work within a hundred feet away but needed to work through closed doors and walls.

He told me this little gem was perfect for the job. If it was mounted high enough up it could scan the whole room.

I thanked him and went back over to the motel. I went to the front desk and asked for an extra key card. I told them my wife might be coming by that night and I wanted a key for her. I had my key card in my hand. He asked me for what room and I told him twenty instead of my room which was eighteen.

He handed me the card and told me to have a nice evening. I smiled and went to room twenty. It was scary being in someone else's room. I looked around and I saw Sarah's overnight bag. The man had his suitcase opened up. I had picked up some cleaning gloves so I wouldn't leave finger prints.

I tried to act like I've seen them do on TV on spy shows. Damn I was nervous. What if they came back early? I would be up a creek without a paddle. Hell, I didn't really know why I was here.

I found the perfect place for the camera. It fit neatly in the smoke detector but only gave a great view of the bed. That was fine with me. If there was any action, it would probably take place there.

I went back in my room and turned on the recorder and played around with it a little making sure I knew how to use it. I guess I had become obsessed with my new toy and couldn't wait for Sarah and her friend to get back.

I heard the car pull up and turned the lights off in my room. I heard them laughing and the black guy who she called Joe helped her out of the car. He put his hand on her ass as they walked to the room.

I flipped on my recorder but they were slightly out of range. Finally Joe asked her to sit next to him on the bed. He was doing a lot of sweet talking as I watched him put his hand on her leg. She smiled but didn't stop him. He pushed his hand further up her skirt and I could see her spreading her legs for him.

I wish I wouldn't have but I was getting a hard on watching the seduction of my ex daughter. Joe hit pay dirt. He pulled her panties aside and began to finger her. He leaned over and kissed her and began pumping his finger faster in her.

She was breathing hard when he quickly took his fingers out of her and put them to her lips. "Suck your juices baby," he said.

She began sucking his big black fingers. He was smiling and he stood up. "Take off you blouse and skirt while I make us a drink," I heard him say.

She stood up and for a short time was out of the pictures. When she sat back down all she had on was a flimsy red lace bra and matching panties. Damn, she still looked good. She had a somewhat dark complexion but had an all over tan on top of it.

Joe handed her the drink and began rubbing her tits while she was drinking it. He excused himself for a minute. He said he had an important phone call to make. I couldn't see him but he must have been standing near the smoke detector because I could hear him.

"She's just about ready. I already gave her the ecstasy and she's drinking it now. Twenty minutes will be fine. I'll have her primed and ready."

Holy shit! He was inviting company. I had to wonder if Sarah knew or even cared. She had finished her drink when Joe unfastened her bra and laid her back on the bed and began to suck on her tits.

"Am I the first black man you've been with, Baby?" he asked Sarah.

"No, I've been with a few over the years," she replied.

"You know you're going to get fucked big time tonight. You'll have all the black cock you can handle," said Joe.

"Are you that good?" laughed Sarah. "I can take whatever you can dish out."

I don't think she had any idea she might be getting gangbanged.

Joe smiled at her and slipped off her panties. "Let me eat this pussy before it becomes filled with cum."

He didn't get any argument out of Sarah as he removed her panties and started eating her pussy. Sarah kept asking for more. She must have been feeling the start of the drugs.

"Fuck me you black bastard," she said.

"You suck my cock first you Mexican slut." She leaned forward and took his wet cock in her mouth and gave it a hell of a blowjob.

"That's enough Babe, I want to come in that juicy pussy." He pushed himself into her and was fucking the hell out of her pussy. She had both legs in the air.

There was a knock on the door. I heard Joe say, "It's open, come on in," as he continued to fuck Sarah.

"Who are they? What are they doing here, Joe?" Sarah asked.

"You wanted the fuck of a lifetime and I'm getting it for you," Joe laughed as he came in her pussy.

"No, you can't be done, I haven't come yet," cried Sarah.

"Don't worry Sweetheart, that's why we're here to help you out," said one of the other black men.

Joe climbed of and his friend took over, pushing his cock into a very wet pussy. "Yes, fuck me, make me come," I heard Sarah say.

The other man took his cock out and went up to her head, turned it toward him and started to face fuck her. She didn't hesitate taking it in her mouth.

I had a hard-on to beat hell. I had to stop watching for a few minutes. I stepped outside my room and Joe was in front of his room smoking a cigarette.

"Sorry about the noise. Have a hot little Mexican chick in there that loves to fuck," said Joe.

I looked past him, the door was ajar. I saw his two friends doing a job on Sarah. She didn't seem to mind a bit.




Revenge Against the Ex



"What's the price of admission?" I asked Joe.

"I think two cases of Budweiser should cover it," said Joe with a smile.

I handed him thirty dollars and said, "That should cover it."

His one friend had just come in her mouth. The other was shooting his load in her pussy. She was having an orgasm.

"Do you mind turning her over so I can take her doggie style. I'd like to play with her big brown ass." I didn't want her to see me. I couldn't take that chance but I wanted to fuck her in the worst way.

Joe told his friend to turn her over for me. As soon as he did I walked in, dropped my pants and took my very hard cock and jammed it into her overly wet pussy. I held on to her big brown butt cheeks. I even spanked them a few times.

It the mean time Joe told his friend to go buy the beer and came in and had Sarah suck on his cock. He looked over at me and grinned.

I kept plowing her pussy from behind. She was on her knees so I had great access and even though she had already taken a pussy full of cum I got friction because of the position. I was about ready to shoot my load in my ex daughter. Right when it was time to shoot, I pulled my cock out of her pussy and pushed just the head of my cock into her ass and let go with my biggest load of all time.

Joe began laughing and told me he wanted some of that big ass. I pulled out and quickly pulled up my pants and stepped outside. Joe pulled out of her mouth and pushed his hard cock into her ass.

When I stepped outside another car pulled up and some more guys got out. The other fellow who went after the beer came back and handed me one. I started a conversation with him to see how this might have all got started in the first place.

Luckily their room was the end one and we were able to stand around the side of the building. Seeing a half dozen black guys in front of a door could be intimidating.

The door was closed but I heard Sarah tell Joe that she needed to use the rest room. He had let her up and told her to clean up some while she was in there. He had invited more company.

I could just imagine what happened when she sat on the toilet. All that cum and piss coming out of her. To me it would have been quite gross. I have to admit that I have read a lot of stories and have seen porno movies with gang bangs and such. Just never thought I would be part of one, especially with an ex daughter.

She spent quite a bit of time in the bathroom. I heard Joe tell her to hurry up. She had friends waiting on her. We heard her shut off the shower but was still a few minutes coming out of the bathroom. It was hard to believe that she took the time to put on some eye make-up and lipstick.

Jerry, the man that handed me a beer told me that most all the guys that were there frequented the Mexican restaurant that Sarah worked at. She was always a flirt and a tease. She would literally let the men touch her ass and slide their hands up her legs.

Many of them had asked her out but she always said that she was married and her husband wouldn't approve. They all have said that some day they would fuck her and she always just laughed.

Joe was in the restaurant supply business. He was a salesman and sold restaurant supplies to many of the area restaurants. According to Jerry, Joe had been working on Sarah for about three months. Each month he stopped he offered to take her out for dinner.

"She has let him feel her up behind the restaurant. Each month he got a little further. Jerome who is in the room now is his brother. He and Jerome said that if he ever got her to a motel he would give the rest of us a call. We could do what we want to her for fifty bucks a piece.

"He told us that he would slip her some drugs to make her more agreeable and be able to last most of the night. He called Jerome and I this afternoon and told us it was on. He said he was taking her out to dinner and then to this motel. He gave us the room number.

"We asked him if we could get hold of a few of the other guys that she had been teasing and he said it wasn't a problem. As long as they paid their fee and obeyed the rules."

"What are the rules?" I asked.

"They weren't allowed to hurt her. You know, slap her around or leave bruises. They could get head, fuck her as many times as they wanted but when he says it's over, they would have to stop. He said he wanted her available for the next time."

"Are you saying she will do it again?"

"Most of the ones Joe sets up always come back for more. Well, I better get back in there. I'm ready for a good fuck."

I took another beer and went to my room. As far as the rest of the guys knew, I just left. The recorder had been recording everything while I was out. That meant that I would see myself fucking Sarah and coming in her ass.

I watched as this guy Jerome was laying naked on his back, his cock standing straight up. I heard Sarah's voice but couldn't see her yet.

"Joe can I have another drink. If I going to do your friends, I going to need some stimulus," I heard Sarah say.

"Slide down on my brothers pole while I make you a margarita," replied Joe.

Sarah came into the picture. She was totally naked with a head band holding her hair back. She climbed up on the bed and lowered herself on Jerome's cock. Someone handed her a drink. I don't know if it was spiked or not. I don't think it would have made any difference. She was a slut in every sense of the word.

I was getting tired and believe it or not getting bored with watching her fuck one or two guys at a time. I let the recorder run but turned down the volume and went to sleep.

I suddenly woke up and looked up at my screen. All I saw was Sarah lying there asleep. It looked like she was covered in cum and was all wet. I didn't see any other movement and no other sound. I looked at the clock and it was after four in the morning.

My recorder had stopped after six hours but was still showing the picture. I got up, got the room key and quietly open the door to her room. She was alone and out cold. Her hair both on her head and her pussy was matted with cum. The wetness I could see smelled like urine when I walked into the room.

Her mascara had run down her face and her lipstick smeared. I've never seen a woman so covered in cum in my entire life. I've read about it but never saw it live. I almost felt sorry for her but my guess is she loved it. I guess I'll know when I play it back.

I took my camera out of the smoke detector took one last look at the slut lying on the bed, shook my head and went back to my room. I did leave the extra keycard on the dresser.

I would have liked to have recorded her when she got up in the morning but I had to get my camera back. Besides I could only see what happened on the bed. Since I was awake I decide to head for home. I stopped at the office and gave him my keycard, got my receipt and left.

I drove about twenty miles before stopping to have breakfast. I had a hard time believing what I did last night. In one sense I felt bad about it but in another, I got my revenge on her and I must say a good fuck. I wasn't sure what I would do with the disks. I thought about it all the way home.

****

I do have to say that it bothered me seeing Sarah lying there when I left. I knew she was breathing but I had to wonder if she was alright. I was afraid to check on her any closer in case she woke up. It was weird getting all these mixed feelings.

I called my son a couple of days later. I used the excuse to double check to see if he and Maria were coming to visit in a couple of weeks.

"Yeah Dad, we're still coming. Maria was sad that she didn't get a chance to see you over the weekend. She's looking forward to seeing her grandma."

"So everything is alright? You sound a bit aggravated?"

"Oh, it's that damn Sarah. When she dropped off Maria today she said she was going to ask child services for more child support. I work my dick in the dirt trying to make a few extra bucks to catch up on my bills and she thinks she should get more."

"Maybe Child Services will see it your way. After all you have Maria about half the time anyway," I replied.

"I pay her child support, she has a husband that works, she works and I think he has a few illegal's living in their basement, all giving her money. She says she still is having trouble making ends meet. Hell, all she does is waste it on more makeup and jewelry. She dresses like a slut half the time. I asked her why didn't she just sell her ass for the extra money and she got pissed and left."

Mark had no idea that what he said was almost true. If she sold it instead of giving it away she would have had plenty of money. I know it bothered him every time she asked for more money. She really was a money hungry bitch. I decided she wasn't getting any more from my son.

My wife had card club so I decided to check out the DVD that I copied. I ran it at ten times the speed since I saw most of it anyway. I was making a duplicate copy only I was going to take out the part where I fucked Sarah. That's the last thing I wanted anyone to know.

I slowed the tape and watch the last hour as I copied it. She was sucking one guy while the other fucked her. Some of them were fucking her pussy and others in her ass. Toward the end of the tape all the guys pulled their cocks out of her and came on her. She laughed and smiled.

She did look a little drugged up but no one was forcing her. I heard one guy telling another to hurry in the bathroom, he had to piss. He was told to just piss on Sarah, she wouldn't care. That's exactly what he did along with a couple of others.

After that she just rolled over and went to sleep. The tape became silent since everyone had left. I have to say for awhile it was erotic seeing her get fucked. After I fucked her my emotions waned and it just looked like a bunch of black guys fucking a white gal. The eroticism to me had gone. It was just the degrading of Sarah and she didn't seem to care.

I made a number of copies of the tape. I had trouble finding addresses for some of the people I was sending it to. I had to go on line and finally found what I needed.

I sent a copy to Sarah's parents to let them know Mark wasn't the cause of the divorce. I remember them telling Mark that maybe it was partially his fault. So now maybe they could put the blame where it belonged.

Speaking of Ray, I sent him three copies. I told him, one for him and a couple for his friends. Maybe now he might get the same feeling my son got when he cheated with Sarah.

I sent one to the restaurant supply business so they could see how their employees treat their customers. The last one I sent to Joe's wife. I figure she might be interested in what her husband's job entailed.

I didn't send one to my son because I wanted him to find out from someone else. I was sure someone would tell him. I also decided to let Sarah's employer find out the hard way. I had a salesman that comes into our store mail them from Indiana. That's where Ray had relatives and it sure would make everyone wonder who did it.

It was less than a week later when I got a call from Mark. "Dad, I have something to tell you. It's about Sarah."

"Is she still giving you a hard time?" I asked.

"No, she cheated on her husband Ray."

"What? When? Are you sure?" I asked.

"Ray stopped by here to talk with me."

"I thought you never talked with him and did your best to avoid him."

"He stopped by and showed me some pictures of Sarah screwing some black guys. I don't want to get into it now but just thought I'd mention it to you. He was all shook up and asked me if I received a video of Sarah. I told him that I had never received anything. He gave me a video that he received in the mail.

"He said that he was going to divorce her and have a test done to see if little Ray was really his kid. I told him now he knows how I felt when I found out she was screwing him and having his kid. He got pissed when I told him he just got what he deserved. I'll tell you more when Maria and I visit next week."

"Keep us updated. I should say I'm sorry but I'm not. Did Ray say who sent the VCR tape?"

"Dad, no one has VCR's anymore but you. Get with the program, it was a DVD." He laughed thinking I was old fashioned. I can live with that.

When I told Catherine, my wife, she said she wasn't surprised. If Sarah could cheat on Mark it was only a matter of time before she cheated on Ray. When I told her Mark said the guy was black she just shook her head.

She said, "I feel sorry for Maria, little Ray, and Sarah's parents. They have to go through that shit all over again."

I told her Mark would tell us more when he came to visit next week.

Maria called the following week and said she was going to live with her grandma and grandpa. She told us that Ray left and said he wouldn't be back. She wasn't very upset about living with her grandparents because she spent more time with them than she did her Mom.

My wife didn't push for any other information. They would be visiting soon.

Mark had a lot to say when he came to visit. He said he wanted to talk with me but later would explain some of it to his mother. First he told me more about the video Ray had given him, and I reacted with some disbelief at his graphic description of the content.

"Dad, I couldn't believe she was gangbanging a bunch of black guys. I watched about twenty minutes of the video and had to stop watching it. It made me nauseous to see the mother of my daughter being a total slut for black guys. I mean I saw at least six guys having sex with her before I shut it off."

"I could see why Ray was totally pissed now. I thought it was bad when she just screwed one guy. Now I have to wonder if she was ever true to me, from the beginning."

"I got a call from Hector. He asked if I received a video in the mail. I told him I didn't but Ray stopped by and showed me some pictures and left a video. I told Hector that I wanted to come over and talk to him and Christine. I was worried about Maria." 

"When I got to their house Christine was crying. She asked if I was going to ask for full custody of Maria. I told her that I had an idea that I wanted to discuss with them. I told them I didn't want Maria staying with Sarah any longer. I suggested that if they agreed, I would have shared custody of Maria with them."

"I knew how much they loved her and I needed help because I worked so much. If they would have Maria move in with them that it would be shared custody and I would continue to pay the hundred and twenty-five dollars a week, but to them."

"They asked about her seeing her mother. I told them that she could see Sarah every day, I didn't care. I just wanted to make sure that she was safe and I knew they cared for her as much as I did. So, that's what we arranged. If Maria isn't with me, she's with her grandparents."

Mark told me that he watched more of the video and couldn't believe what a slut she became. "Dad, I've seen porno that didn't contain the shit she was taking part in. I guess I was lucky to get out when I did. If I knew she had done that to me I would have probably hurt her bad. She's lucky we had Maria. It was the only thing keeping me from beating the shit out of her."

A couple of weeks went by and Maria called us to talk to my wife. I told her that when she was done I wanted to speak to her Dad.

"Did you find out anymore about the situation? Maria called us and said Ray moved out for good."

Mark replied, "Hector told me that Ray had a DNA done and he wasn't little Ray's father. He packed his stuff and left for Mexico. When they asked Sarah who was Ray's father she said she didn't know. So I guess she made me a big time wimp too."

"Just be glad you got out when you did. At least you have Maria, she's a great little girl. Is little Ray living with Sarah?"

"Yes, as far as I know. I don't think Sarah will be able to afford her house on her paycheck alone. I heard that the wetbacks living in the basement moved out. They were relatives of Ray. We'll just have to wait and see what happens next."

Mark explained a lot of the story to his mother. He never used the words fuck and suck around her. He did call Sarah a whore, bitch and slut. My wife got the picture pretty quickly. She said that Sarah was such a beautiful woman but with no morals.

In the weeks that followed my wife talked with Christine, Sarah's mother, often. Their major topic was Maria and everything she did almost daily. She was so lucky to have two grandmas who loved her so much. Christine was glad to have someone like my wife to talk to.

Mark called us about two weeks after he went home. He said the shit hit the fan. I guess Joe got fired from his job and his wife kicked him out. Mark said Hector told him that Joe and his brother Jerome were both found at Jerome's house beat up pretty badly. The police believed it was a Mexican gang that did the beating. They would both be in the hospital for quite some time. He also said they wouldn't be fucking any women again.

Two days later there was a black and Mexican feud behind the restaurant where Sarah worked. The Mexicans got the best of it till the police broke up the fight. Hector did say that a lot of the black guys in the video were on the tape of Sarah.

"Dad, I know there isn't any proof but I honestly think Hector was behind the beatings and the feud. I know he never talks to Sarah anymore but she was still his daughter and he has always had a dislike for blacks."

"You could be right but keep it to yourself. I know that if it happened to your sisters that I would get revenge if I was able. We try to always take care of our kids. I don't think Hector is an exception, he is a proud man and I can see him getting his revenge."

The owner of the restaurant fired Sarah. Now she was about to lose her home. Mark said that Christine called and said that since the death of Hector's mother a couple of months ago that he suggested letting Sarah and little Ray live in her trailer. It was located on the back of their lot behind their house.

She wanted to run it past Mark and make sure that he was alright with it. He told them he didn't care as long as Maria stayed with them.

Hector called his brother Henry who owned three Mexican restaurants. At one time Sarah worked for him and so did Ray. He fired them when he found out they cheated on Mark. He liked Mark and was also part of the bowling team.

Hector told him that Ray had moved on and Sarah got fired since the owner felt she was the cause of the fight behind his restaurant. Of course Henry already knew the whole story. He was family.

He agreed to hire Sarah but said if she started any shit there he would get rid of her. She started work the following Monday. They all helped move Sarah and Ray into the trailer. Hector still wouldn't talk to her but did all this because she was his daughter. He told Mark that family always takes care of family.

Christine watched Ray while Sarah worked. She told Sarah that she burned too many bridges and had better straighten out. She was running out of second chances.

****

It's been almost a year since all this occurred and everything seemed ok. We hear from Maria at least once a week. Of course Mark was back to telling us nothing. We got all our gossip from Maria.

She did tell us that a lot of times when her dad took her somewhere he would take Ray along. He finally got Ray to call him Mark instead of dad. We know he felt sorry for the little guy. He didn't do anything wrong except being born. He knew that Sarah had no idea who the father was or she would be looking for child support.

"Grandma, I think daddy's got a girlfriend," said Maria over the phone.

Now there was a true surprise. Mark would never talk about any women in his life. He would always say they were just friends.




Revenge Against the Ex



"What makes you say that, Honey?" asked my wife.

"Cause when grandma took me to his house I saw him kissing Julie when I looked through the window. He stopped when he heard us at the door."

"So how long have you known Julie?" my wife asked.

"I don't know, a long time, maybe a year. Sometimes she goes out with us."

"Well, I'm happy to hear your dad has a girlfriend."

I was surprised when my wife told me. Mark came down to visit with Maria for a couple of days. We waited for him to tell us something. Finally he said, "Mom, is it alright to invite a friend for Thanksgiving this year?"

"Of course, you've had a friend here just about every year."

"It's a woman, Mom. She's just a close friend. Her name is Julie. She's a nurse at the hospital."

"She's welcome to come anytime. Are you two getting serious? The last time you brought a woman home you married her."

"Mom, she's not like Sarah. Well, she's pretty but she's not materialistic or high maintenance like Sarah was. I was young back then. I'm a lot older and smarter now. You guys will love her and she wants to meet you."

"We would love to meet her too. Tell her she's welcome to come anytime."

"There is something else I want to tell you." He wanted to make sure Maria was outside riding her bike. We thought he was going to tell us that Julie was pregnant. Nothing would surprise us anymore.

"Maria is my biological daughter."

We were a little shocked when he told us that. "I thought you said you would never get tested. You didn't want to take the chance that she might not be."

"I didn't do it, Julie did. She kept asking me to give blood so I finally did. She took a sample and matched it with Maria's from when she fell a few months ago. She showed me the match two days ago. Maria is my daughter"

"We're so happy for you."

"I asked Julie what would she have done if it had not been a match. She said she would never have told me."

"She sounds like a wonderful woman," said my wife.

"I told her I was never tested for Ray since he was so dark. She said that I wasn't Ray's father. She checked his blood type and it doesn't match either mine or Sarah's."

"At least you know for sure," I said.

"We take Ray with us a lot. He doesn't have a man to look up to except for me and Hector. We do our best to treat him with love. Even Hector brings him to the bowling alley. Ray's his only grandson and he had his last name changed to the same as his. Sarah changed her name back to her maiden name also."

Now everything is looking good. We're waiting for Thanksgiving to meet Julie. Mark needs a good woman in his life. She must be really nice because Maria loves her. That's a good start.

Life goes on.

*

Thank you for reading my story.

Comments are welcome and appreciated.

DG Hear



Revenge & Company



As Larry sat across from the man on the couch, he couldn't believe that he was doing this, or that something like this was possible. He has heard about it through a friend over a week ago, and had spent many long hours on email and the phone to finally arrange this meeting. Bill, the man across from him, leaned forward and looked Larry in the eye.

"Are you sure?" Bill asked seriously. "This is the last and final chance to back out."

"I'm sure," Larry said with a deep breath and dropped the five one-hundred dollars on the table. He watched Bill pick it up with indifference. Like Larry, Bill was a student at the university. He was a senior and the head of one of the frat houses. To all outward appearances, Bill and his frat house was no different than any of the others. But two years ago, after discovering a very specialized need on the campus, the fraternity, most of them lawyers in training, started a secret club they called "Revenge & Company" to help those men in need. Larry didn't believe the story when his buddy first told him about it, but now, sitting across from the president of the club, he knew it was real. 

Revenge & Company was created for men who had been betrayed by girlfriends at school. It was a service that was always needed, and truth be told, there was much need for a sorority version as well. But that wasn't their problem. They were men, and the club was there only to help their fellow brothers. It was simple enough. Five hundred dollars got the scorned boyfriend whatever he wanted. Sometimes he only wanted to humiliate her because he didn't want to lose her. And, sometimes, the relationship was over and he wanted much, much more. 

For Larry, it was over with Annette. The moment he heard about the party, he ended it. They had been dating exclusively for over a year, and worst part for Larry was that she didn't even seem too upset when he told her that it was over. She had gotten drunk and slept with two guys at the same time at that party, and she brazenly told him that he could be replaced anytime she wanted. She hurt him, and now he had the chance to hurt her back.

"So," Bill said as he slipped the money into his shirt pocket. "We know the story, and you know what we can do. What's it going to be?" Larry frowned and looked to the floor. As much as he wanted to hurt her back, he still cared for her in some deep part of himself. Shaking his head, he steeled his nerves and looked back up.

"She told me that she could replace me anytime she wants," Larry grunted. "I want to make sure that every guy on campus knows what kind of whore she really is so no one will want her for anything other than a fuck for the rest of her time at this school."


Bill raised his eyebrows and smiled knowingly. "I get the idea. Next Friday we're having a party at the house. Annette will be there. Why don't you stop by as well."

"I'll be there."

***

Larry arrived by 10:00 and the party was already in full swing. He knew a few people there, and spent the next couple of hours having a few drinks and doing his best to avoid Annette whom he spotted shortly after his arrival. He not only wanted to not see her, but he was afraid that the guilt of what he had set up would be written from one end of his face to the other. She would get hers by the end of the night, and he wanted nothing to spoil it. It was easy enough to do. The large house was packed with literally hundreds of forms in various states of intoxication, all yelling and talking and running and dancing. It was a typical frat house party, Larry thought. He would have gone home shortly after arrival if it weren't for the set up.

His blood burned every time he caught a glimpse of her from across the room. She was dressed to kill in her short, black skirt and halter-top. Annette was a tall girl, a few inches under six feet, with long, blond hair that fell down the middle of her back that contrasted sharply with her deep tan. She was thin, with only small handfuls of tits, but with flared hips and the tightest, most shapely ass Larry had ever known. It was his favorite part of her. And it seemed a favorite part of most of the guys she flirted with before moving on, swaying her hips to enhance their view of her curved ass cheeks.

It was after midnight before Larry saw Sid pull Annette aside and talk with her. Craning his neck, Larry tried to follow the frat boy as he talked and flirted with his ex-girlfriend. Sid was one of Bill's friends, and was the indication that they were finally getting something going. He was a tall, broad man, and made it this far on a football scholarship. But when his knee blew out, it was Sid's intelligence that kept him enrolled even with the lost free ride.

Whatever Sid was saying seemed to work, and he escorted a blushing Annette towards to the stairs. Sid paused and whispered something in Bill's ear, and then glanced Larry's way. Larry was certain of the look, but didn't get a chance for a second look as Sid escorted the girl up the stairs. Larry started to head off in pursuit, but Bill intercepted him. 

"Come with me," Bill yelled over the music in Larry's ear. He pushed his way through the crowd into a side room. It was fairly packed, but the banging music was slightly muffled. "Outta the way," he snapped at a man sitting on an ottoman in front of the big screen TV. "My friend, Larry, here wants to watch some TV." Bill steered Larry into the empty seat and flicked on the TV. There was nothing but static and Larry frowned. "Don't worry," he whispered for Larry's benefit. "It gets better. Just stay put and watch."

He patted Larry's arm, and a few of the people in the room laughed as Larry was left alone in front of the fuzzy screen. Crossing his arms, he tried to keep his burning face averted and patiently waited.

Sitting on the large bed, Annette allowed herself to be kissed as the music and laughter droned in the background. She liked Sid's hard body against hers, and he was a pretty good kisser, she thought. She even allowed his hand to gently rub her upper leg. She felt electric currents run from his touch to her cunt and moaned. Sid finally broke the kiss with a wet smack.

"I heard about the party," he whispered as he nibbled her ear. "You really took on two guys?"

Annette blushed and started to turn away but decided to hold her ground. "I did," she said proudly. "Two at once."

Side smiled at her. "That must have been quiet an experience."

"I liked it." She tried to kiss him again, but Sid pulled back.

"You're here on your parent's money, aren't you?"

"H-how did you know that?" She pulled back and tried to cross her arms in front of her uncomfortably.

"Just a guess," he answered with a tone that made Annette think it was anything but a guess. "The story of your little sex night hasn't really gotten around. After all, threesomes aren't so uncommon at college. But what do you think your parents would say if they found out how their baby girl was spending their money?"

Annette's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," Sid beamed, "what do you think they would say if they saw the pictures of what you did?" Annette's jaw dropped. Was he serious? Pictures? She didn't remember any pictures? But she was quite drunk and barely remembered there being two guys that night. 

"So," she finally said defiantly, staring him in the eye. "What do you want, a fuck? Let's go." The door suddenly opened, and Bill entered the room with another member of their frat, Shawn, close behind. They closed the door and locked it behind them. Bill was head of this house for a reason. From a wealthy family, his fit build and good looks oozed American power and influence. Shawn was a thinner man, not bad looking in Annette's eyes, but not nearly as appealing as the other two. She liked her men a little fitter.

"It's going to be a fuck, alright," Bill said, "but with all three of us."

Annette's eyes widened. "No fucking way!" She started to get up, but Sid held her down.

"You do all three of us now," he said, "or you get to explain to your parents what you were doing in those pictures. Your choice." 

Annette stared at the three men for long moments. She considered making a run for it, but if they were serious, her parents would pull their money on the spot. Stories got around, but no one ever really believed them, especially when they came from frat boys. Her reputation would be stained, but not permanently tarnished. She had just enough drinks to talk herself into it before pulling her halter-top over her head, exposing her tanned torso and bra covered tits. What Annette did not know was that her top removal was done at the cheers of several men who now flocked around the TV. The TV screen had suddenly turned on to a bedroom scene at the same moment Bill and Shawn had entered the room. At first the gathered group watched confused. But confusion turned to excitement as they waited eagerly for the apparent foursome to begin. The picture was of decent quality, and there must have been several mics hidden about the room that provided excellent sound. 

Larry's eyes bulged, and so did the lump in his pants when the men advanced on her. He took a quick look around the room and smiled. The small crowd was quickly growing as word started to spread through the party. This was something Annette would never live down.

The men stood in a semi-circle around her as she sat on the bed, and Annette glanced once more when Bill started to undo his pants. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, she thought. Oh well, maybe she could suck them all off quick, or even a quick fuck, and be done with it. Her eyes widened when Bill finally pushed his pants and boxers to his knees. His 8-inch cock sprang out and bounced in front of her face. It was beautiful in her awestruck eyes. A perfect thickness for its length, it was large without being obscenely huge. It made her mouth water, and she wanted to reach out and touch it, but waited patiently as the others slowly exposed themselves.

Sid went next and pushed his pants and underwear down. His cock was around 7-inches, smaller than Bill's, but it was also much thicker. She guessed it was as a big around as a pop can and there was no way she would be able to get her hand around it.

What made Annette - and some people watching on TV - gasp was when Shawn finally revealed himself. His cock bobbed obscenely from his thin frame. Like the rest of him, his cock was thin, but it was over 9-inches long and easily the longest she had ever seen. Her eyes stayed locked on the specimen before her until Bill finally spoke.

"Time to earn our inaction," he chuckled at her. "On your knees bitch."

Annette flipped her head to the side, sending her blond hair out of the way over one shoulder and sank from the bed to the floor. She immediately went to the middle of the group of men and opened her mouth as wide as she could around Sid's fat cock. It was a tight fit, and took a little adjusting, but she managed to plunge down halfway on his cock. Sid moaned and closed his eyes, locking his fingers in her hair. Annette's hands reached up and wrapped around Bill's large cock and Shawn's long, thin one. They were all such strange contrasts, but the girl was happy that none of them were tiny. If she was going to do this, she was going to enjoy all of it. 

She sucked Sid's cock for a couple of minutes while jerking off the other two before Bill grabbed her head and pulled her away. As soon as her head was turned, he plunged his cock into her waiting mouth. He sighed in delight as three-quarters of his cock sank into her mouth and slowly began to fuck her face. Sid shuffled to the other side of Bill so Annette could once again jerk off two cocks.

"Fuck," Bill grunted. "She's amazing with her mouth."

The contrasts of the thick monster and the thin one was even stranger in her hands, but stranger still was the feel of the thin cock in her mouth when Bill finally gave up control to Shawn. Shawn wasted no time in plunging his cock into her mouth. Annette had deepthroated before, but always on her terms. Shawn continued to feed his cock into mouth and it pushed easily into her throat until her nose bumped into his pubic hair. She was surprised at how easily the thin organ slid down.

As the men took turns having hand jobs and head, the room down below soon filled up. The single people stood and stared, but some of the couples became more aroused. One girl was on her knees, sucking her boyfriend's cock, while another guy fingered his girlfriend's bare pussy. The smell of sex soon mingled with the smells of the party.

Annette took turns on each cock, loving the different textures and sizes and tastes in her mouth. When she fucked those two guys at once, it was simple and quick, one after the other. They didn't take their time, or even let her suck their cocks. It was something she could get to like, she thought. She slurped happily on each cock in turn, stroking the others lubed with their precum and her saliva, until Bill finally pulled her off his cock and to her feet.

"That was good," he said, smiling at her. "Really good. But we want some of you now. Take off your clothes."

"Yeah," Sid said enthusiastically. "Let's see it."

"Show us what you got," someone from the TV room shouted out.

"Take it all off, baby," someone else joined in.

Annette licked her lips and tried to keep herself from shaking as she undid the front clasp on her bra and allowed it fall away to the sides. With a shrug, she dropped it off her shoulders and to the floor. Hooking her thumbs in the side of her short skirt, she wiggled her hips from side to side and the let the garment fall to the ground. Annette closed her eyes and quickly swept her thong after the skirt before she could change her own mind.

There was a gasp from three men before her and several in the TV room. She was breathtaking. She had an allover tan that including her small but firm tits, and around her mostly shaved cunt. Only a small, neatly trimmed line ran from the top of her cunt upwards, Her nipples were rock hard, and her clit throbbed brightly against the dark tan. She opened her eyes and found the men quickly getting out of the rest of their clothes. 

When Bill was completely naked, he moved and stood in front of her. Annette liked the way his fit body looked so close to her and for a moment expected him to kiss her. Instead, he shoved her backwards. Annette stumbled back and fell onto the bed, and before she could react, the men were on her. Bill went straight for her cunt, eagerly lapping at her wet cunt that was quickly getting wetter. He moved a finger along her slit before finally forcing it into her hot, tight hole. The other two kissed and licked and groped at her tits and stomach and sides and neck and anywhere else they could get at. Annette moaned and purred as the men worked her over. Bill's tongues and fingers were magic on her sensitive lips and clit, and the she quickly found that she liked the rough treatment the other two were giving her tits and body. It caught Bill by surprise when she suddenly locked her legs around his head and shuddered.

"Fuck," she screamed. "Fuck. Lick me. Fuck, I'm cumming. Yesssss."

Annette's entire body shuddered and shook with the massive orgasm that ripped through her over stimulated body. Bill licked and slurped at her lips, lapping up her sweet juices. He continued until she finally settled down, her body bathed in sweat.

"Anyone else want a go?" Bill asked as he backed away and wiped his mouth to the cheers of some of the people down below. "She's pretty tasty."

"I think it's time we got on with the real action," Sid said from her tit.

"Alright," Bill said as the three of them stood in front of her again. "What's it going be, sweetheart? Who do you want first."

Annette looked them all over through slitted eyes and finally lingered on Sid. "I want that one," she said, pointing. "I want that monster to fill me up." Sid smiled and started to climb onto her, but Annette moved out of the way. "On your back. You have to give me control of that thing."

Sid only shrugged and climbed onto the bed and lay down on this back. His thick cock pointed straight up at the ceiling. Annette pumped it a few times before straddling his hips and lowering herself until the head of his cock bumped into her cunt. She guided the cock head along her wet slit, rubbing her juices onto it, before finally forcing her hips down.

Annette closed her eyes and bit her lip as she tried to force the thick cock into her tight hole. Gritting her teeth, she repositioned her hips and forced herself down again. This time, the head of his cock popped inside. Annette moaned, much to the approval of the onlookers, and pushed down harder, taking more and more inside her. Her cunt walls strained to accommodate the large intrusion, but she finally made contact with his waist, taking his entire length inside of her. 

She sat on top of him for several moments, allowing her cunt to adjust to the huge size. Sid reached up and started squeezing her tits, running his fingers into the soft flesh. Annette moaned again and started to slowly rock her hips back and forth as Sid moved his hips up and down. Soon, they found a rhythm and Annette began to pick up speed, pounded herself off the hard cock.

"Fuck," she screamed and suddenly stopped. Her body shook and shivered and her cunt spasmed on Sid's cock. He could feel her juices flowing down the crack of his ass. "Fuck!" she screamed again and fell forward, her tits mashing into his chest.

What do you think?" Shawn asked as the two men watched. "Is that not the sweetest ass in the whole world?"

"Looks pretty good from here," Bill agreed. "Why don't you get some of that. The lube's on the dresser. I'm gonna get some more of that mouth. She's an amazing cocksucker."

Sid had his hands on Annette's hips and was gently coaxing her to move again when her eyes suddenly widened and she froze. Sid saw Shawn move in behind her and wrapped his arms around her body so she couldn't move.

"What's going on?" she asked with panic for the first time as Shawn's hand touched her ass.

"Just relax," Sid said, but with an edge in his voice that meant business. "You'll like this. Trust me. And you're going to get it either way." He carefully whispered the last part in her ear.

Shawn ran his hands over the firm globes of her shapely ass, kneading the flesh in his hands before finally smacking her hard. She whimpered but Sid held her firm. Shawn scooped two fingers into a jar of vaseline and applied the lube to her asshole. Again she tried to squirm, but Bill leaned down and whispered in her ear. She closed her eyes, but remained still. Shawn slowly but forcefully eased his two fingers into her ass. She screamed with the initial intrusion, much to the onlooker's delight, but forced herself to relax. She had done anal before, and knew what to expect, but never with a huge cock in her cunt at the same time. 

Shawn continued to push until his fingers were past the second knuckle and smiled. "She's got one hell of a tight ass. I'm going to love this." 

He finger fucked her ass a few times before he pulled free with a shriek from Annette, and smeared another blob of vaseline onto his cock. Working it over his entire length, he moved forward until his cock head touched her ass. 

"Now just relax," he warned her. "This is going to be great."

All Annette could think as the cock head bumped into her asshole was that she was glad his cock was so thin. Any thicker, and she was certain it would have torn her apart. As it was, she bit her lip and screamed through a closed mouth as the cock squeezed in its first inch. Going slow, Shawn forced two more inches into her before he pulled back nearly all the way out, scooted forward, and thrust in once again. This time Annette did not hold back and screamed as the cock seared into her delicate bowels. Six inches were inside of her when he finally stopped. Pulling back again, Shawn rammed into her hard until eight inches were deep inside her. Annette shrieked as she felt her insides rearrange to accommodate the two cocks that invaded her. It was the most full she had ever been in her entire life, and would never again feel so completely filled.




Revenge & Company



With her mouth fully open, Bill took the opportunity to push his own cock passed her inviting lips. Her eyes flared open in shock, and she gagged on his organ. The men took all the initiative. Bill grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth from the front. Sid pawed at her tits again and bucked his hips upwards while Shawn grabbed her hips and fucked his thin cock deep into her tight ass, made all the tighter with Sid's thick invasion.

Annette could do nothing but allow herself to be used. What surprised her the most was the way her body relaxed and she soon found herself enjoying the painful yet fulfilling fucking. All three holes being fucked at once; it was true gangbang that she would have never knowingly allowed herself to get into, and a unique, if consequential, experience. It was sight many of the people who watched the big screen would never experience and never see again outside of a porno film.

Bill was the first to go. Annette began to react to his face fucking, sucking his cock and running her tongue along the base of his shaft. When she reached up to play with his full balls, he lost it.

"Yeah," he snorted. "I'm cumming baby. Swallow it all, bitch."

The first blast of hot cum shot into her throat and she pulled back enough to catch the rest of it in her mouth. Bill bellowed as spurt after spurt of his cum shot into her hot mouth. Annette swallowed as quickly as she could, careful to devour every drop, until Bill finally started to soften and pulled himself free. He fell back, panting into a chair and watched the finale, giving a quick thumbs up in the direction of the camera.

Annette had barely finished swallowing his load when her mouth opened in a squeal.

"I'm cumming again," she screamed. "Fuck, yes. Fuck me harder. Fuck me!"

As her body gyrated around the two men, it became too much for either of them. The unbelievable tightness was hard enough to endure, but her sudden orgasm sent them both over the edge. With a unison of grunts and bellows, the two men came inside of her. To Annette, it felt like liquid fire searing her insides as the hot cum pumped deep inside her ass and cunt in load after burning load. Annette finally fell forward exhausted, leaving the two men to disentangle themselves from her and leave her on the bed. Bill got up and approached the camera.

Larry smiled as the screen went blank and the people cheered. It was exactly what he wanted, and whatever guilt he felt would be easily contained. His satisfaction was complete when people started asking who the chick was, and several classmates spoke her name. It would be a name and event remembered for a long time.

Annette stared at the ceiling while the men dressed, gathering her strength and trying to come to terms with the experience she just had. Finally, she propped herself up and looked at the men.

"So, that's it right?" she asked. "The deal's done. You won't sent the pictures?"

"You can pretty much count on that," Sid chuckled.

"Yeah," Bill nodded as he flipped the cover off the hidden camera. "But I think we need to talk about this rather incriminating tape…"



Revenge and Promise



“I see ya, ya slut bitch.  I see yer big floppy tits an’ yer hot little ass.  I see yer naked cunt, too, and it makes my dick hard.”  He rubbed the crotch of his cotton golf slacks as he continued to whisper to himself.  “You oughta get fucked by a real man ‘stead of that pussy wimp.  I’d have that cunt shootin’ cream all over me.  I jus’ might give ya a real treat and bust that little ass-cherry for ya, too.  I betchya’d like that, ya little ‘ore.  You’d take it all and beg for more.  Yeah, ya’d like gettin’ reamed out s’much you’d beg for it agin.  Well, I’d give it to you agin...right after ya sucked it off.”  He chuckled silently.  “Yer s’big a slut, ya’d probably like that too, wouncha?  Suck off my cock, and suck up all my cum.”

The slightly drunken man stood quietly looking through his binoculars at the apartment complex. The tall hedges that defined the property line provided excellent cover for his surveillance activities, and even though the park officially closed at sundown, it had been a simple matter to push through an opening in the brushy growth a block away, and walk to this vantage point.  The rise was the high point for several blocks, and afforded an unimpeded view into the bathroom and bedroom of her apartment.

Veronica stepped out of the bath and reached for a towel.  The subtle scent of peach still seeped from every pore as she patted herself dry.  She looked in the full length mirror that formed the shower door and smiled at the woman who stared back.  Her body was not the silicone-laced and hip bone studded exotic dancer type, but she was comfortable with the lush curves and soft valleys that posed in the mirror.  She was accustomed to the stares of most men she met, and always fancied they really liked women the way nature made them.  Had she the inclination, her life could have been filled with lovers, but she had become selective after her divorce.  It was better to live alone than to give herself to another man who would treat her like a mindless machine suitable only for his own pleasure.  Tomas had come into her life as the wind off the ocean;  she had blinked, he was there, and she had known he was special.  After they made love on the beach, she was convinced Tomas was the man for whom she had waited.  Still, she was cautious.  The hurt was still there, just under the surface of smiles and laughter, and wouldn’t  allow her to reveal her true feelings.

Veronica sat on the closed commode and stroked the cream rinse over the soft skin between her thighs and then over her rounded belly.  The growing hair was beginning to itch, and she wanted to stay smooth for Tomas.  She trimmed to the edges of the small strip of brown, close cropped curls that pointed the way to her sex, and then spread her thighs wide as she concentrated on the satiny smooth lips that would sheath his manhood.  After completing the practiced series of short careful strokes with the razor, Veronica washed away the residue with a cloth and relished the sensations the soft terrycloth towel imparted.  

The final act of her nightly cleansing ritual was the application of the almond scented lotion to every inch of her skin.  Before Tomas, this ritual was an excuse for the self-pleasure that eased the tensions of the day and prepared her for sleep.  After their meeting, it had become a recapture of some of the feelings she had experienced as he thrust deep into her belly until she cried out in ecstasy.  Quickly, she finished her arms and shoulders, and began caressing the rich, white liquid into her breasts.  She watched her dark brown nipples rise at the touch of her open palms, and remembered the rougher skin of his hands.  Her hands slipped down to cup and massage the undersides, and then circled each as far as her hands would reach.  Squeezing gently, she allowed her slippery breasts to ooze between the grasping fingers until she was lightly pinching the nipples between thumb and forefinger.  A slight rolling motion and a gentle tug made her catch her breath.  Again, she cupped the soft, yielding globes before squeezing them through her hands, and when she closed her eyes and gave way to her imagination, it was Tomas causing the sharp spasms that tightened her womb.

Her hands lightly stroked the lotion into the slight round of her belly, and for a second, she imagined the hands were his.  The lotion had become absorbed, and she poured more into her palm before anointing her legs.

Veronica used both hands to circle her toned calves and rubbed the lotion into the smooth skin.  She paid careful attention to her knees before beginning on the velvet surface of her thighs.  She was proud that her thighs were tight with the fitness of walking and swimming, but were not the muscle-bound hams that some women spent hours developing. To her, a woman’s thighs should be a soft cradle for her man, and she loved the feeling of Tomas’ hips brushing against them.  She could almost feel him as she massaged the almond scent into their inner surface, and she let her mind drift to their encounters on beach and bed.  Her fingertips unconsciously swept the length of the sensuous separation of the puffy lips and then dipped between them to the soft, swelling wetness that circled her passage.  Her head went back as she stroked the wrinkled skin, and she gasped when she brushed the side of the hood that cloaked the center of her sexual being.  Veronica brought her other hand to her breast and began to tease the firm nub of the nipple and the dark bumpy circle that formed its base.  The fingertips between her thighs began to circle the growing little bud, and ripples of pleasure surfed the contours of her belly.  

Had she known how to prolong the sensations, she wouldn’t have had the will.  Since the experience of Tomas’ caress and the feeling of him inside her, she had only to drift on the stream of her memory for her own touch to plunge her headlong into the pit of her release.  As her fingers fluttered over her slippery lips and swollen button, Veronica writhed in the rapid ascent to climax, and suddenly, with a tiny cry, the shuddering explosion shook her from head to toe.  She continued to caress herself until the coursing waves subsided, and then capped the lotion bottle.  A quick rinse removed the scent of passion from her fingers, and she turned out the light as she stepped into the bedroom.  In a few moments, she was lying in the dark, and curled into the pillow she held against her front.  In a few minutes, she was asleep.

“Ah..., fuck”.  The rope of semen shot from his cock to land on the hedge leaves that partially concealed him.  The man had pulled the swelling organ from his pants as he watched Veronica shave, and as she began rubbing in the lotion, he stroked himself slowly.  When it became evident that she was pleasuring herself, his excitement heightened, and he pumped himself to release just as she was leaving his view.  “That shouda been in yer sloppy wet cunt.  I betcha were thinkin’ ‘bout havin’ a big dick stuck in that hole.  Either that, or you were thinkin’ ‘bout suckin’ cock.  Well, we’ll see.  I’ll betcha’d hate havin’ my cock shoved in that little box, wouldn’tcha.  You’d scream yer fuckin’ head off, wouldn’tcha?  I’d shoot my load in ya and make ya hold yer legs together to keep it in there.  I’d make ya suck it off, too, jus’ like the ‘ore y’are.  We’ll see.  We’ll jus’ fuckin’ see, bitch.”

Veronica woke late and hurriedly dressed.  Her new boss seemed like an understanding guy, but she didn’t want to push her luck.  She grabbed her purse and locked the door on her run to her car.  In a few minutes she was speeding down the highway to the exit for the office.  She thought it was unusual that almost every car pulled alongside her for a few hundred feet, then honked and drove away.  Crazy California drivers, she thought.  She made it to the parking lot with ten minutes to spare, and saw Jennifer parking in the spot behind her.  She liked Jennifer, and waited for her to catch up.

“Veronica, who the hell did that to your car?”

“Nothing’s wrong with my car.”

“Well, it’s the only one I’ve seen this morning that says, honk if you wanna fuck me, on the back end.”  Jennifer giggled.  “Honey, you may be horny, but you shouldn’t advertise the fact.  It’s not ladylike.”

Veronica stared at the white shoe polish that spelled out the crudely written message.  The longer she stared, the more infuriated she got.  “Those damned kids two apartments down must have done this.  I yelled at ‘em to get their skateboards out of the parking lot last week, and this is their way of telling me to get screwed.  Just wait ‘til I get home and talk to their mother.”  She opened the trunk for the old towel she always carried in case she had a flat, and scrubbed the chalky letters off the paint.  It was still barely visible, but the little Honda was due for a wash anyway, and she made a mental note to take care of that on the way home.

It was a pleasure working for the new manager, Harry Cromwell.  He was organized, thorough, and never asked for changes to her work.  If anything, Harry seemed to be overqualified for the job.  It appeared to Veronica that he knew everything about the business from the moment he set foot in the office, and the change was refreshing.  She looked forward to coming to work everyday, and Harry seemed to enjoy working with her.  He was constantly asking her about what had happened with this account or that, how her old boss, Peters, had done things, and most importantly for her, how she thought things should be done in the office.  She’d noticed herself smiling from ear to ear whenever Harry asked for something.  It did seem odd to call him Harry, but the first time she had said “Mr. Cromwell”, he’d said that made him feel old, and that she should call him by his first name.  And God bless his balding little head, he always called her Veronica.  Peters had called her Ronnie even though she had repeatedly asked him to use her full name.

The carwash took a half hour of her free time, but it did remove the last traces of the shoe polish.  Veronica parked in front of her place, and walked down to talk with the skateboarders’ mother.  The third time she pounded on the door, the next door neighbor yelled through the window that the family had been away for three days.  Veronica walked back to her apartment in mild shock.  She had no enemies of which she was aware, but someone had picked her out of all the other residents to write that crude message on her car.  She was still wondering why as she drove to Tomas’ house for dinner, and thought of everyone she had known for the last couple of years.  She had caused no harm to any of them.  She continued trying to solve this riddle, and took no notice of the beat-up white Toyota sedan that had worked it’s way to follow two cars behind her.  She took the exit to the coast road, and was soon cruising up the blacktop that led to Tomas’ drive.  The rickety gate that stood sentinel over the gravel drive to Tomas’ private beach brought a smile to her face.  Tomas had still not locked it, but it really didn’t matter;  now, she just took the steps that led from Tomas’ patio to the secluded horseshoe of sand.  A half mile later, Veronica made the left turn into Tomas’ drive and in two minutes was parked in front of the sprawling two-story beach home.  

Veronica had been surprised at the grandeur of the place on her first visit.  The home had been built in the fifty’s, and sported the opulence befitting her movie producing first owner.  The mission style blended well with the view of the Pacific that filled the glass paneled rear of the living and dining rooms and den.  Though the deep blue of the ocean beckoned one from the large expanse of manicured back lawn and gardens, an in-ground pool with pool house grew from their center.  She had sampled the crystal clear water of the pool, and often on weekends, she and Tomas spent the entire day lounging on its brick paved shore.  When the evening breeze wafted salt air up the slope to the house, they would take Rocky, Tomas’ black lab, for a walk on the beach.

Since their chance meeting, and her resulting incredible sexual experience with Tomas, Veronica’s life had taken on a fairy-tale feeling.  Tomas was a vice-president of the corporation that had just purchased her employer, Osborne Products.  The day after their meeting, Tomas had fired her old boss, and asked her to dinner at his house.  They had made slow, lingering love on his bed, and she woke the next morning filled with a love of herself, a love of live, and a love for this slender, dark man who had magically appeared in her life.  In the three weeks since, she had floated through the days and nights on the stream of her thoughts of the present and the possible future.  The crude message on her car had been an abrupt bend that had caused her to pause, but she decided not to burden herself or Tomas with the incident.  She had decided it was probably just the handiwork of one of the teenagers who frequented the park behind her apartment.

At the ring of the doorbell, Veronica heard Rocky’s deep bark.  Rocky was the second love of her present life.  Veronica had always wanted a dog, but the apartment owner had little understanding of a tenant’s desire for a pet.  Rocky had taken an instantaneous like to her, and she loved him back with all her heart.  When Veronica visited the beach home, Rocky was seldom far from her side.

Tomas opened the door, and she easily fell into his outstretched arms.  The deep kiss took away her breath, and she pulled him close.  

“Tomas, you sure know how to greet a lady.”

“No, only very special ladies.”  He smiled.  “I thought we’d dine on the patio tonight.  The breeze is cool, and the sunset should be really nice. Maria has fixed a nice baked grouper stuffed with scallops, and we’re also having carrots in cream sauce and stuffed cherry tomatoes.  I found a nice Chablis the other day, and I bought a case.  We’ll sample it tonight.”

“It sounds yummy, but honestly, Tomas, if I keep eating like this, I won’t be able to get into any of my things.  Can we just have a salad sometimes?”

“Tomorrow, I promise, we’ll have salad.  Maria makes a crab salad with buttered croutons and cold pasta and parmesan cheese that will make you drool.  I’ll ask her right after dinner.  As for not fitting into your clothes, well...I can’t say that would be all that bad.

Veronica frowned at the glint in his eye, and feigned a slap to his arm.  “You may be able to eat all those calories and not do anything, but I’ll blow up like a balloon.  Maybe she could leave out the crab and croutons and other stuff, and substitute a nice vinaigrette?

“All right, it’s one naked salad for the lady, but I won’t share if you change your mind.”

He offered his arm and they walked to the patio.  Rocky, as usual, fell into step beside her.

After dinner, Veronica rose, picked up her glass, and beckoned to Tomas.

“I need to walk after that feast.  Let’s go down to the beach.”

Veronica hadn’t worn hose in anticipation of this walk, and she stopped at the bottom of the steps to slip off her heels.  The gritty surface of the sand massaged her feet as she walked to the water’s edge.  The firm sand that was washed by the gentle waves felt cool.  She breathed in deeply of the musky ocean smell that seemed to be blown inland in the wake of the sun’s rushing dive beneath the horizon.   God, she loved the ocean almost as much as she loved life.  

Tomas put his arms around her waist and pulled her hips into his thighs.  He nuzzled her neck and Veronica lay her head back on his shoulder.  

“Tomas, do you ever wish you were a beach bum instead of a vice-president?”

“Every day when I come down here, but that’s not a very practical wish.  Without a job, I’d be living under an overpass, and I’d have never met you.”  He kissed her gently on the cheek, and she turned to face him.

“Well then, I wish we were the Indians that lived here before California was settled.  We’d live on the beach, and catch fish, and make love every day.”

Tomas chuckled.  “I like the part about making love, but I’m lousy at fishing.  We’d probably starve to death in each other’s arms.”

Veronica put her arms around his neck and gave him her best stare of raving passion.  “There are worse ways to go.”

By now, Tomas knew the signs she made when inviting him to share her body, but he enjoyed the little ritual that she played out these occasions.  Veronica looked at him, and her green eyes smoldered with the fire of passion.  Her lips parted, and she raised on her tiptoes to press her lips to his.  Her eyes were just closing in anticipation of the soft crush of her mouth on his when Rocky barked.

“Oh, Rocky, you bad boy.  Can’t you see that we’re having a good time here?”

Thomas laughed.  “He knows that.  He just wants to join in.”

“Well, he can’t.  I’ve seen that tongue.  It’s a lethal weapon.”

Neither of them saw the reflected orange flash cast by the binoculars as they climbed the steps.  Neither of them saw the man make the crouching trot back to the white Toyota parked at the end of the gravel drive.  He waited until he saw them enter the house before starting the engine and driving back down the lane with the headlights off.

They sat on the patio bench talking over the background of soft jazz.  They both enjoyed going out, but the quiet conversation seemed right to her.  They had spent many such nights just sipping a good wine and talking about their lives, dreams, and each other.

“Veronica, do you ever wonder why we happened to be on the beach at the same time?”

She had asked herself that same question a thousand times, and the answer was always that some higher power had arranged it.  They had been drawn together on that night so quickly  that she couldn’t imagine any other cause.  She had longed to tell him that, as he walked her back to her car, but she hadn’t been sure.  After the weeks of being with him, she was more certain of her love that of anything else in her life.   She started to tell him, but her practical mind overpowered her emotions.

“I don’t know, just coincidence, I guess.  I came here a lot, and it was probably only a matter of time until it happened.  Why?”

“I don’t know...I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately and -”

His words were cut short by the ring of the telephone.

“This is Tomas....Oh, hi Norm....The retreat?...Yes, I can make it, I think, if I leave early tomorrow morning.  How long will we be there?...OK, I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

Tomas face was sober when he rejoined her on the couch.

“That was Norm Chambers, the CEO.  I have a meeting at the retreat in Vermont in two days.  I’ll have to leave early to get there in time, so I guess you’ll have to make your own salad.  I’m sorry, but I have to go.  There’s only one phone, except for cell phones, and Norm will make us leave them in our rooms.  He doesn’t like to have his meetings interrupted.  I’ll try to call you every night, but it will be late.”

“Every night?  How long will you be gone?”

“Norm said we have a lot of plans to make, and it’ll take a couple of days.”

Veronica stood and reached behind her back to unzip the light cotton dress.  It fell to the floor in a soft pile.  She walked to Tomas, put her arms around his neck, and melted his mind with her flashing green eyes.  “Well, then I guess you’ll just have to make love to me all night to tide me over until you get back.”  

Tomas easily picked her up and carried her to his bedroom.   Maria had turned down the sheets, and he lowered her to the soft cotton surface.  He made to rise, but Veronica pulled him to her lips.  Veronica’s kisses of passion were hot, wet experiences of sensations that set his every nerve aflame.  He eased down beside her without breaking their union, and lightly caressed her sides as she stroked his hair.  She pulled the light bra up over her breasts and guided his hand to the soft globes.  His touch sent a small purring sound through her lips.




Revenge and Promise



He pushed gently away, and undressed as he drank in the curves that sprawled erotically on his mattress.  Veronica smiled up at him as she finished removing the bra, and looked positively devilish as she rolled the panties over her thighs.  She raised her hips from the bed and slipped them down, and then kicked them over her slender ankles.  With a small sigh, she stroked her hands up her inner thighs and spread them wide.

“I shaved last night, just for you.  I’m all soft and smooth.”  She ran her hands over the pouting lips.  “You should feel just how soft and smooth I am.”  Veronica slipped her finger through the slightly parted petals and moved it up.  “Ummm.  You’re going to feel so nice inside me tonight.”
She slipped the finger back down, and it pushed deeper and deeper until it was hidden.  “I’ve been waiting for this all day, lover, and I’m all wet and slidey for you.”

Tomas climbed on the bed and knelt beside her.  He ran his hand up her thigh and caressed her sex.  “It is smooth.”  He tried to open her thighs enough to lay between them, but Veronica squeezed them shut around his hand.

“Uh-uh, sweetie.  Not yet.”  She raised herself, and pushed him on his back.  “You always take control.  Tonight, I’m gonna drive you crazy first.”

He was always amazed by the sensations she could create with just two hands and her lips.  Veronica nuzzled his neck and then kissed her way down his chest.  She detoured to kiss each pectoral muscle, and then found the way down his hard belly.  Her hands cupped his butt and kneading it before lightly raking the skin with her nails.  The sharp sensation caused him to flinch, and she giggled.  “I think you like that.  Let’s do it some more.”

The nails scratched his skin from mid thigh to the top of his hips, and little tingles raced through Tomas’ body.  She repeated the movement with the same effect, and then swirled her fingers through the dark curls around his belly button.  “Hmmm, you have an inney.  I wonder if there’s an outey somewhere around here?”  The hand slipped lower and softly collided with his stiff manhood.  “Yep, this is definitely an outey.”  Her fingers closed around the shaft and slipped up his length.  The rigid member jerked.  “I’m gonna love having this outey in my inney, but first, you’re gonna groan a little.”

Tomas slipped his hand underneath her and lightly tweaked her nipple.

“Hey, that’s not fair. Now, behave yourself.  I’m supposed to be driving you crazy.”  She pulled away and breathed on the head of his cock.

Tomas groaned.  “You’re doing a pretty good job of that.  Oh, God.”  Veronica had just licked his shaft from base to tip.

“It seems like you like that too.   Let’s see what happens if I do this.”  She licked again, and then closed her lips over the swollen, purple head.  Tomas rocked his hips toward her.

“Ah-ah-ah, I’m gonna drive for a while, remember?  Just lay back and enjoy.”

The soft lips pulled him in and then released him with a quiet “pop”.  He felt the soft tongue slip wetly up the underside again, and then the heat of her mouth closed over him.  Fingernails softly raked against his chest as Veronica suckled gently and then let him go.  Again the wet lick caused his cock to pulse, and he couldn’t help the groan as she sucked him between her lips and cradled his balls.  Her other hand closed around his length to keep him from thrusting into her throat, and she traced little circles around him with her soft tongue.  The hand began stroking him, and Tomas caught his breath.

The woman is an exquisite torture, he thought.  He had experienced this before and knew she would turn him into a groaning, thrusting slave to his pleasure before she stopped.  The anticipation made the sensations more intense, and soon he was excited to that very state.  He had to stop her before...before...no...not yet...

She knew it was coming and moved her face aside as her small hand quickly pumped his shaft.  The white spurt landed on his thigh, and was followed by a second and third before she released him.

The impish little voice barely broke through his spinning mind.  “Are you crazy yet?”

“I’m stark raving mad.  I’m also going to spank that sweet little butt, you little devil.  Why didn’t you stop?”

“If you spank me, I won’t do it again.”  The devilish grin was back.  “We’ve never done this before, and I just wanted to try it out.   I think it was fun.  You should have seen your face.  Do I look like that?”

“I don’t know.  I’m usually pretty busy at the time.  God, where did you learn -”

“Now, now, it’s not polite to ask that question.  Let’s just say it’s a natural talent, OK?”

“Whatever you say, but it’s my, or rather, your turn now, so lay down here.  It’s going to take a few minutes for me to get, um, crazy again, and I intend to use them well.”

Tomas knew the little dark nipples were a special place on her body, and he loved rubbing his fingertips over them as they wrinkled into rubbery nubs.  He watched in pleasure as the dark circles beneath them changed from satiny smooth skin to ridges that sprouted little bumps.  Veronica had closed her eyes and her parted lips spoke silent encouragement.  His mouth closed over the right nubbin and pinched gently.  Veronica’s sharp intake of breath was a satisfying prelude to what he knew would culminate in pure ecstasy for both of them.  He suckled gently as he caressed her belly, and felt her muscles tense as he pinched again.  Tomas moved to the other breast and teased the rough tip with his tongue.  Veronica stopped him by mashing his face into the yielding mound as she moaned.  He pulled firmly on the nipple and she moaned again.

“I love that;  God, do I love that.”

As much as he loved her brown tipped breasts, Tomas loved the rest of her body as well, and he set about exploring the gentle hills and valleys of the woman who lay beside him.  He continued to suckle and tease each breast as his hands roamed over the curve of her waist and hip and then down her silky thigh.  He slipped his hand between the two slender pillars of satiny skin and Veronica parted them.  The friction of his fingertips sent shivers through her as he made his way to the parted portal of her sex, and when he brushed lightly over the shaven lips, Veronica spread her thighs wider.  The little slit opened enough to let the swelling inner petals seek their share of Tomas’ gentle touch.  He spread her sex and rubbed softly over the convolutions of this most secret skin.  The slippery surface rippled under Tomas’ fingertips and she lifted her hips to gain more pressure.  Now it was his turn to tease.

Tomas made feather-light strokes from her beckoning entrance to the hood that covered her little gem.  He slipped a wet fingertip beside the small bump and stroked lightly.  Veronica gasped again.  Tomas adjusted his position to accommodate his swelling shaft and repeated the whisper-soft touch.  At the end of his short journey through her flower, he felt the little bud beginning to appear, but didn’t touch it.  His finger just slipped along the side again, and pulled the little hood back a bit.  The breathy “Oh” from Veronica completed his return to readiness and he pressed himself into her thigh.

His finger dipped deep and was coated with her slippery nectar.  Tomas curled his fingertip up to the top of her passage and massaged firmly before slipping back to the surface.  Veronica’s little button had emerged and he barely touched the tip.  Veronica cried out and her hips jerked.  He brushed it again, and sucked hard on her nipple, and she pulled his face into her breast.  The small circles he was tracing around the little nub made her arch and cry out again.  Veronica threw her leg over him and pushed him on his back.  She rose to straddle his shaft and reached between them to take it in her fingers.

Tomas chuckled.  “But Veronica, we didn’t get to the best part yet.”

“I don’t care.  I’m gonna explode if I have to wait any longer.”

She pushed his shaft down on his belly and settled over it.  One rocking motion of her hips split the lips of her sex with the shaft of his cock, and she began to rub herself over his length.  He felt the little nubbin raking over the underside of his manhood as she spread her wetness on both him and herself.  Veronica lifted her hips, grasped the stiff shaft, and pushed it to the entrance of her passage.  With a loud sigh, she slowly sank over his cock until the curls on her mound meshed with his.

“If you only knew how it felt to have you inside me.”

“But I do, and it feels great.”

Veronica lifted herself almost to the point of allowing him to slip from the velvet grip of her lips, and then slowly impaled herself again.  As she repeated the motion, Tomas lightly stroked the underside of her breasts.  Veronica shivered, and he placed his palms over her nipples.  He moved his hands in circles in time with her movements, and her speed gradually began to increase.  Tomas slipped one hand between them and found the little nub that was straining to touch his cock as she slipped over him.  He began the same circular rubbing motion, and Veronica began to breathe quickly.  Her belly rippled as he rolled her nipple at the same speed, and when he tugged gently, Veronica threw back her head.  Her familiar little “Ah” popped from her throat and she ground her sex into his crotch.  He quickly rubbed the very tip of her little button and tugged her nipple firmly, and her head lolled to one side.   The satin grip of her belly around his manhood tightened and he thrust into her.

Tomas had learned that the art of making love was one of gentle, gradual, excitation of both partners;  his intention was to make tonight as pleasurable for Veronica as he could manage.  His earlier quick release had allowed him to more control of his own level of arousal, and he was taking his time.  A light caress on soft skin here, a gentle pull on a nipple, a teasing tickle on her protruding love button served to bring Veronica to the edge, and Tomas stopped.  She opened her eyes and started to speak as he rubbed the little button firmly.  Veronica moaned, jerked her hips to bury him in her silken softness again, and tried to quicken the pace.  Tomas wouldn’t allow her to do so, and stayed with her movements to keep himself buried in her.

With each rise in passion, Veronica passed the last level of tension, and after Tomas had lain quietly for the third time, she was panting and trying vainly to stroke herself over his member.

“God, don’t stop again.  Let me go, God, let me go.”

Tomas complied and resumed the long strokes.  This would be the time;  this would be when they would find release together.  He could not hold back again.  Veronica’s warm, wet, grasp was impossible to ignore any longer.  He moved his hands from the hold on her hips to caress her sides.  Veronica was rocking mindlessly over him now, and when he roughly brushed the tips of her nipples, he felt the shudder in her belly.  Veronica placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned into them.  She thrust herself over him with increasing speed.  The little button raked the shaft of his member slightly until he again slipped his finger between them.  He found the stiff little nubbin and  massaged around and over the silken surface.  Veronica began the series of little sighs and moans that meant she was close.

The end came as it always did.  Veronica seemed to open to him wider and wider until he felt the end of her passage pressing against him.  The sensation was incredible and he lost control.  Tomas thrust hard inside her as she rode down on him.  The ripples began cascading over his buried cock, and he rolled her nipple and then pulled.  Veronica’s cry of passion was followed by another, and then another, until her body shook with the first wave of release.  Tomas thrust deep and then lost himself in the wet clasp that pulled him deeply into the wet heat of her inner core.  The hard thrust that lifted them both caused his seed to burst from his body.  

Veronica had become a mindless mass of sensations and shuddering waves of release.  She jerked her hips back and forth over the manhood that spewed white, sticky strings of warm liquid deep in her belly, and her cries filled the large bedroom until she collapsed on his chest in the reverie of spent lust.

Veronica lay listening to his heartbeat as it slowed from its racing pace, and thought of how she had grown to need this man in her life.  Their first coupling on the beach had been more than just a simple act of sex.  She had become one with his body, and afterwards, for the first time in her life, she had found the feelings of security and satisfaction as Tomas cradled her in his arms.  The feelings were confusing;  after her divorce, she had become wary of involvement for fear that the result would be marriage, the subtle passage from being a partner to becoming her husband’s  property, the final battle to become herself again, and then the ending in divorce.  She could not, would not, let that happen again.  If only she didn’t have these feelings, she’d -.

“A dollar for your thoughts.”

She opened her eyes into his smile.  It took a bit of mental effort to subdue the feelings of bliss enough to push herself up.  “I’m just thinking about how wonderful you make me feel, and it’s a penny.”

“Only a penny?  I think your thoughts would be worth much more than a penny.”

He wanted to tell her that her thoughts were priceless to him, and that he hoped she had the same feelings about them as did he.  It was agony, not being able to tell her.  He had to know the outcome of the meeting first.  Depending on the decisions made there, she might hate him, and he wouldn’t cause her more pain by forcing that emotion after he’d said he loved her.

“Tomas, I don’t want to have any thoughts tonight.  I just want to be with you while I can.”  Veronica leaned down and kissed him.  Her breasts brushed the short, curly hair on his chest, and a tiny tingle raced down her body.  The contraction in her belly pushed Tomas’ flaccid member from her.  Veronica looked between her thighs at the soft cock that lay on Tomas belly.  “OOPS, that wasn’t supposed to happen.  You get right back in there where you belong.”

“You’ve worn the little guy out, and he needs to rest.”

“He can rest tomorrow;  tonight, I want to feel him again.  You may stop when I pass out, thank you, and I’ll settle for nothing less.”  Veronica giggled wickedly.  “Now, let’s see what we can do to wake up my tired little soldier.”

Veronica was exhausted but satiated when she arrived at her apartment.  They hadn’t managed to keep going through the night.   She had fallen asleep after their second exquisite union, and hadn’t stirred until she heard Tomas in the bathroom the next morning.  She had tried to entice him to rejoin her under the sheets, but he had a flight to catch, and after some wonderfully arousing kisses, he had left.  Veronica thought about a shower, but decided to wait.  With any other man, she would have wanted to remove the sticky feeling that she felt between her thighs, but with Tomas, it was different.  She imagined herself living in this house with him as his life partner, and much to her surprise, a fleeting thought of bearing his children insinuated itself into her mind.  She smiled at the notion of a little girl and boy running on the beach with Rocky, but quickly frowned the thought into obscurity.  She didn’t even know if Tomas felt that way about her.  She might only be a good fuck that he would tire of shortly.

The note taped to her door brought her out of her dreamlike state.  She unfolded the white typing paper and read.

		Did you like your fuck last night?  Wait ‘til you feel my stiff cock in your cunt.  			You’ll never want that fucking wetback again.

Veronica quickly looked in all directions, but saw no one.  She unlocked the apartment, stepped inside, and locked both locks.  It wasn’t until she tried to dial the phone that she realized she was shaking.

The police sergeant was comforting, but was otherwise of little help.  He took the note, but told her that unless they found a fingerprint, which was unlikely, the ink-jet printed characters were of no help in tracing the writer.  He recommended that she keep her door locked and report anything suspicious.  He had been gone only five minutes when the phone rang.

“Hello.”

The male voice was muffled and low.  “Hello, bitch.  I see you called the cops.  Won’t do you any good;  I’m smarter than they are.  Is that bastard’s cum still drippin’ down your legs?”

She tried to calm the panic.  “Who is this?  What do you want?”

“I’m the cock that’s gonna fuck your brains out.  I bet your tits are gettin hard already.  You go wash that jizz outa your pussy.  I want you clean when I stick it in.”

She slammed down the receiver.  The caller ID said only “pay phone”.  Veronica called the police again.

“Miss Renas, we got the number from the phone company;  it’s a pay phone in the park back there.  Nobody was around when we got to it, so we don’t know who the guy might be.  You’re sure you haven’t upset anybody in the last few days?  Most of these stalkers are either mad at the target, or they think they’re in love with them.  How about someone that you turned down for a date, or someone who flirts with you at work?”

“No, except for my boss, all the other people at work are women, and he’s never done anything like that.”

“Well, we’ll check him out anyway, just in case.  In the meantime, can you find someplace else to stay?  He knows you’ll either be here, at your boyfriend’s or at work.  If you’re not here, he won’t be able to bother you.  We’ll have a car drive by here every couple of hours to see if he comes back, and even if he finds out where you are, if you’re with somebody, he probably won’t risk anything there.  Most of these people are not very brave.  That’s why they leave notes and make obscene phone calls.”

Veronica called Jennifer, and after throwing a few things in a suitcase, she drove to Jennifer’s house.

That evening, she tried to reach Tomas at the retreat, but the woman on the other end said the staff was still meeting.  She promised to tell Tomas of her call, and to give him the number, but didn’t know when they would be done.  It was almost midnight when Jennifer’s phone rang.

“Veronica, it’s for you.  I’ll, uh, go take a bath.”

“Tomas?”

“Yes, sweetie.  I’m sorry about the time, but when Norm gets going, it’s hard to shut him up.”

“Tomas, somebody is trying to get me.  He left a note on my car, and another on my door, and somehow, he knows about us.  I got a call from him tonight, and he said he was going to...rape me.  I’m scared to death.”

“Have you called the police?”

“Yes, but a fat lot of good that did.  They can’t find that he’s left anything they can use, and just told me to stay somewhere else for a while.  I’m at Jennifer’s.”

Veronica paused when she heard the woman’s sultry voice in the background.  “Tommy, come on.  Our drinks are getting warm.  I like my men warm, but I like my drinks cold.”

“Tomas, who was that?”

“Oh, that was, uh, Judy, my secretary.  She came along to take notes of the meeting.  She and the rest are here in the hospitality room for a little relaxation before we go to bed.”

Veronica’s tone was tinged with irritation. “Will you be going to bed alone?”

“Of course I will.  What are you think..., Veronica, this is just what I’m telling you it is, and nothing more.”

“Why don’t I hear anybody else in the room?”

“They haven’t gotten here yet.  The meeting just let out.”

“I see.  OK, well, I’m sorry I bothered you.”

She didn’t hear his plea of “Veronica”.  The phone was already on the hook.

The phone rang a few seconds later, and Veronica picked it up.

“Tomas, I really don’t want to talk to you right now.”




Revenge and Promise



I was the same muffled voice.  “Well, that’s all-fucking right with me, ‘cause I hate that chicano cocksucker anyway.  By the way, your roommate has great tits.  Not as big as those jugs you haul around, but still really fucking nice.  Maybe I’ll screw her after I get done with you.  I’ll letcha watch if you want.”  Veronica slammed the phone down in the middle of his laughter, and ran to the bathroom to get Jennifer.

The police combed the area, and found nothing.  One of Jennifer’s neighbors told them about seeing a white Toyota in the neighborhood earlier that day, but as the cop said, there were about ten thousand white Toyotas in the city, and without a license plate number, they couldn’t do much.  They promised to have a car drive by the house.

Now, she hoped Tomas would call again.  She fell asleep on the couch at three, and Jennifer woke her at six.  Neither had slept well, but they dragged themselves into work.  Her voice mail light was blinking and she dialed the access and password numbers.  

“Veronica, this is Tomas.  I know you won’t believe this, but what I told you is the truth.  I didn’t get the chance to tell you before you hung up, but the meeting will end tomorrow morning and I’ll be home in the afternoon.  I’d like to pick you up at Jennifer’s about seven, if you’ll grant me one last meeting.  We have a lot to discuss.  I hope I’ll see you then.”

The day passed slowly.  In between trying to do her work and trying to keep her eyelids from falling shut, she thought about Tomas’ message.  Should she believe him?  Maybe he was telling the truth.  She’d never thought she was glamorous enough for Tomas, and maybe he did have another woman with him, a woman fit to be in his company at such an important meeting.  She knew from Peters that a gorgeous wife could be a career boost for a rising executive.  If his wife was an example of what was required, Veronica knew she didn’t have a chance.  Maybe it was his secretary, and Tomas just took the opportunity for a little fun.  By the end of the day, she had dissected everything fourteen times and was still without a believable conclusion.  Her instincts even confused her.  Veronica knew she loved Tomas, but her practical side said she hadn’t known him long enough to really know him.  Maybe he was just playing her along with a couple of other women to satisfy his sexual urges.  All she knew for certain was that she had to talk with him.  When she and Jennifer got home, Veronica dressed casually in low-cut jeans and a T-shirt and waited for Tomas.  At five to seven, he drove in the driveway.  He made a little small-talk with her and Jennifer and then they drove to his house.  Tomas noticed the little white car behind him, but since Veronica hadn’t told him about any car, and wasn’t talking now, he thought it was just someone going the same way.

Veronica expected to see Rocky’s toothy laugh when Tomas opened the door, but instead was greeted by a plump, smiling faced woman of about sixty.  The woman’s expression was so stiff as to almost be a frown.

“Veronica, meet Judy.  Judy, Veronica.”

“Miss Renas, I owe you a rather large apology, I’m afraid.  Tomas and I were alone in that room together, but it was just as he told you.  I’ve worked with him for ten years, and we joke around a lot.  I knew he was calling you, and I thought I’d mess with him a little.  I didn’t hear everything else he said.  I guess the doctor is right and I do need a hearing aid.  Anyway, I didn’t mean any harm, honestly.  I know you can’t ever forgive me, but I didn’t want you to think Tomas was doing something behind your back.  He seems rather taken with you, and I couldn’t live with myself if I thought I’d messed that up.”

“But you sounded so..., sexy.”

“It’s all right, you can say it.  I know I sounded like I was just panting to get in his pants.  It’s just a thing I can do.  It  drives my husband nuts when I do it to him.  ‘Course, we don’t get it on as much as we used to, but it’s still fun to turn his crank once in a while.”  Judy blushed.  “That didn’t come out right, but you know what I mean.  Well, I need to get out of here.  Tomas says you have a lot to talk about.

He took her hand, and led her through the door into the salt breeze that washed over the patio and pool.  He noticed that she selected one of the chairs by the table instead of their usual seat on the long, padded bench.  He eased down into the opposite chair and stared off into the starlit, inky blackness over the Pacific.  After a few moments, the crickets and other night creatures resumed their concerto for the evening.  Both of them sat listening to their own thoughts until Tomas cleared his throat.

“Veronica, I know you’ll need a little time to sort all this out, but I need to tell you everything now.  The meeting was to decide some things that affect you, so I couldn’t say this before.  I -”

He had caught the twin flashes of reflection of the patio lights that he was certain were not some animal’s eyes.  The crickets had stopped again as if holding their breath for something to happen.

“Veronica, keep looking at me.  Someone is on the beach stairs with binoculars.  Just sit here as I leave, and then start taking off your clothes, but very slowly, and whatever you do, don’t look out toward the stairs.  If nothing happens in five minutes, call the police.”  He stood, touched her cheek, and then walked back to the house.  

She sat for a few moments before the probable reason for his actions dawned on her.  Tomas had seen somebody outside, and wanted her to keep him or her watching.  She stood and stretched her arms over her head.  She knew this would cause her breasts to rise.  If the intruder was a man, she figured he would watch that.  She hugged herself and then let her hands slip over her sides to the jutting mounds.  She felt dirty, knowing that some pervert was staring at her magnified image, and was glad he couldn’t see the look of disgust that she wore.  She whispered to herself, “Get a good look, you asshole.  It’ll be the best you’ve seen for a while, and probably the last if I have anything to say about it.”

Veronica heard Tomas whisper, “Rocky, Alert”, and then the soft opening and closing of the gate to the kennel.  It was all she could do to avoid looking toward the soft sound of the surf as she picked up the hem of the T-shirt and slowly pulled it up.  She paused to caress the round of her exposed belly before lifting the shirt higher.  She allowed it to catch under her breasts and pulled it tight.  It formed tightly to her cups before snapping over them and revealing the white lace bra.  It was a simple matter to stretch her arms up again and pull the shirt over her head.

She tossed to shirt casually on the chaise and reached behind her to undo the bra hooks.  Veronica knew Tomas and Rocky must be getting close to the steps, and let the bra slip from her shoulders.  She rubbed her sides where the bra had left wrinkles and then massaged her breasts.  Under different circumstances, the rubbing would have felt good, but she was more disgusted now than before.  She swore to herself that she hoped the asshole was getting his jollies, because if she could have reached him, she would have kicked him in the balls.

Veronica had unzipped the jeans and hooked her thumbs in the waistband when she heard Rocky’s savage growl and then a man’s scream.  She could not avoid turning to look toward the beach, and saw Tomas running in the direction of the stairs.  The stairs themselves were hidden in the pitch-black of the moonless night, and she could only hear Rocky’s continuous growling and something thrashing on the ground.  The cordless phone was on the glass topped table, and she picked it up and dialed 911.  After giving the reason for the call, the address, and promising to stay on the line, she turned back toward the stair.

She heard, “Rocky, Out!”, and strained to see what had happened.  She soon saw a moving blob emerge from the night.  Tomas was forcing a person toward the house, and Rocky was trailing beside them growling and barking menacingly.  As they got closer, Veronica could see that Tomas had one hand on the man’s collar, and the other was between the man’s legs, and was pulling back on his arm.  When the man stopped, Tomas raised his arm, and the man staggered forward to avoid being thrown on his face.  She would have laughed had she not been so scared.  When they reached the cement of the patio, Tomas pushed the man down on his face and sharply commanded, “Rocky, Guard!”  The man raised himself to a sitting position and she immediately recognized Peters.  Rocky sat down inches from Peter’s face and growled softly.  

“I believe our old friend Peters is your stalker, Veronica.  I’ll make sure he doesn’t bother you again.”

It was two more hours before the police finished their questions and drove away with Peters handcuffed in the back seat of the squad car.  She had signed the complaint, and she and Tomas had both given statements.  He walked the police to their cars and stayed outside for a few minutes.  When he returned and  closed the door, she rushed to his arms, and burst into tears.

“Hey, there’s no need to cry. He’s been babbling to one of the cops, and I gather that Peters is a pretty pathetic man.  His wife left him the day after he was fired.  He married her to get the trophy wife he considered so important to his success.  He thought she was stupid, or so he told me at a meeting when he’d had a few too many manhattans.  He bragged about how he made her give him blow jobs.  I met her at the V.P’s party after the acquisition.  She was beautiful, all right, but she talked a lot smarter than he gave her credit for being.  As soon as his paycheck dried up, she went to see a lawyer.  She wants the house, half the savings and checking accounts, and Peters’ prized Jag.  Apparently, she also ran all his credit cards to the limit.  He was broke, without a job, and was really pissed at you for flipping him off that day.  Your address and phone number, as well as Jennifer’s, were in his PDA, and he decided to scare you a little to pay you back.  He was watching you from the park every night, and saw us leave your apartment one evening.   He figured you were the cause of all his troubles, and decided to scare the pants off you.  I don’t think he was much more than a coward who liked to spy on you, and to scare you with notes and phone calls, and he’s basically confessed to everything.  Peters is going to go to jail, and he won’t bother you again.”

Veronica wiped her eyes and sniffed.  “I know.  It’s just been...I was afraid and then I thought you were with another woman and -”

“That’s all over now, and though this isn’t the best time, we have to talk before you go to work in the morning.”  For the second time they walked out onto the patio and this time, she sat down on the long, padded bench.

“Tomas, you told Rocky to attack Peters, didn’t you?  And then you told Rocky to stop, and he did.  The way you brought Peters to the house...where did you learn that?  And Rocky.  Did you train him?”

“As you once told me, it’s not polite to ask that question.  Let’s just say that I haven’t always been a corporate vice president, and that Rocky’s a very special dog, OK?  Now, let’s get back to what I need to say.”

“We had the meeting to decide the fate of your office. You aren’t supposed to know anything about this, of course, but I had to tell you.  During the due-deliberance process, we looked at every office of Osborne Products.  Most of the company was doing very well.  Your office wasn’t doing enough business to support its overhead, but it was the only one in such a state.  We decided to go ahead with the acquisition and then figure out what to do with our little problem.  You probably noticed that Peters was submitting all sorts of reports.  We compared them with the financial records and sales numbers.  When they didn’t match, we knew Peters was lying, and we decided to send him on his way.  After he was gone, we got the correct numbers and the real picture came to life.  Your office is probably never going to do better, and we can easily merge its operations with the office downtown.  That’s what the meeting was about, and the decision was to cease operations here.  That means that all the employees will be let go.”

“Even Harry?  He’s only been there a few weeks.”

“Harry is the chief financial officer of the corporation.  Norm put him there to get the books straightened out, and to see if anything could be done to save it.  I’m afraid it’s beyond help.  Peters really messed things up with the vendors and customers alike, and we bought Osborne too late to do much that wouldn’t require lots of time and more money than we’re willing to invest.  The announcement will be made tomorrow, and the office will close in two weeks.”

“So, you’re telling me that I have to look for another job.”

“That’s what we need to talk about.  The answer is yes and no.  Your current job is over in two weeks, but Harry is very impressed with your performance and wants to offer you the position of manager of the downtown office staff.  The money will be a lot better, but it means an hour’s drive each way if you stay here.”  He paused, and then took a deep breath.  “I want to offer you another alternative.  I’ve thought about this a lot, and I wanted to tell you sooner, but I had to wait until we decided what to do.  Veronica, I love you.  I’ve loved you since I saw you that day on the beach.  At first, I thought it was just the way we made love, but I like just being with you and I like talking with you.  I love everything about you from the confident woman you show the world to the little girl that comes out when you play with Rocky.  I can’t imagine ever being without you, and I’d like to marry you if you’ll have me.  You won’t need to work anymore, so you wont have to worry about relocating.”

“I see.  I’m a charity case.”

“No, dammit.  I don’t care if you work or not.  I just thought -”

“Tomas, I’ve been married before.  I never told you because some men think divorced women are...well, they think it’s easy to get them into bed.  I left him because I was becoming something he owned and cared for instead of his partner.  I couldn’t stand being the woman people only knew as his wife.  I needed to be known as me.  It’s taken me years to find Veronica again, and I’m not going to go back.”

“I know about your marriage, at least that there was one.  I read your personnel folder when Harry said he wanted you downtown.  You took two months leave of absence and gave the reason as getting the divorce cleared up.  That doesn’t matter to me, Veronica, and I won’t ever make you take the back seat.”

“It still hurts, Tomas.  I don’t think I’m ready to risk that pain again, not yet.”

“So your answer is no?”

Veronica felt so cruel when she saw the look on his face.  She put her arms around his waist, and looked into his eyes.  “The answer is maybe, if I can take the job downtown.  I love you too, more than I can ever tell you, and I don’t think I would be the same without you.  I just need a little more time to prove that I can make it on my own if I have to.  The drive won’t be all that bad.  You make it every day, don’t you?”

“Do you think I could convince you to move here, with me, while you’re proving that?  It’s hell when we’re not together, and Rocky keeps going to the door to see if you’re there.  I think he likes you more than he does me.”

Veronica grinned in the devilish little way he’d loved since he’d first seen it.  “I think you might have a chance, if you play your cards right.  I warn you, though, I’m not that easy to live with.  I get these cravings...”

“From the looks of the front of your T-shirt, you’re having one of them now.”

She looked down at the rigid nipples that stuck out through the soft cloth, grinned again, and her voice became low and  sensuous.  “Well, are you going to do anything about it?  If you aren’t, I suppose I could go find Rocky.  You know, he has the lon-n-n-n-gest tongue.”

 “We have to get one thing straight.  I’m perfectly capable of taking care of most things, and I don’t need Rocky to help.”

“From what I feel through your pants, I think things are getting straighter all the time.  Now, stop talking and make love to me.  It’ll getcha big brownie points with the new woman of the house.”

Tomas scooped her into his arms and started for the bedroom.  He didn’t know how long it would take, but somehow, he would convince this wonderful woman that she should be his wife.  In the meantime, they would live here by the ocean and he would show her that she would be an equal partner in their lives.  That’s what she wanted, and he understood.  Big decisions took time, and he had all the time in the world as long as she was with him.

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Revenge and Remorse



Many thanks to techsan for editing this story.

Different versions of the main event in this story have been told here several times before by different authors, which means that similar crap happens all over the world.

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The winner got all her love and at last I, Eddy Hanson, was invited to her apartment where she, during a dinner at her apartment, told me that I was the winner. 

It had been a rough game between Elliot Robertson and me before our dream-girl, Linda, made her final choice. Elliot and I came from different clubs and had signed up at the same time to the local soccer team after it had climbed up to the first division. Both of us did well and got some fame as the new soccer stars in our Scandinavian town. We were singles and enjoyed the pleasures soccer stars got from the local girls until Elliot and I met Linda. It happened one day at a small café where Linda had a temporary job as waitress while she was searching for a hairdresser job. Both of us began to flirt with her and within a short time both of us even had tried to get a date. She refused to choose one of us and as neither intended to "give her up," the three of us usually went out together. Indeed a silly game, but she was very pretty woman, well worth a try. 

She was fair to both of us, which meant that neither of us got into her panties before she had dumped one of us. Both Elliot and I could rather easily have found some other girl as beautiful as Linda but our relation had developed to a stupid "chicken race" which neither of us wanted to lose. It was a hard game to play because Linda found it exciting and did her best to get it to last little longer than necessary. 

However after a while I began understand that Elliot was leading the game when I heard the rumors that a local illegal "bookie" had opened betting about "Linda's choice." The once in time equal odds had turned out not to be funny news for me.

Even Elliot had heard about the bookie and the odds indicating him as the expected winner. He suspected that the bookie had gotten some kind of inside information from Linda's friends. When even Linda's best friend had whispered the good news in his ear, he had phoned the bookie and staked big money. Even with low odds it would give him a nice and totally safe profit.

During our competition Elliot and I had lost the main part of our once in a time good friendship and he couldn't resist the temptation to tease me for his expected victory about Linda. Elliot went so far in his bragging that he promised to give me a video showing how she performs all the nasty tricks he would train her to do for his pleasures. 

He even wanted to celebrate his victory with a hot party at a mate's summerhouse. Of course, I wasn't invited but a very sexy looking Brazilian stripper was. Though booze would be flooding in large quantities, nothing serious was to be happening until the sexy stripper did her act.

People whom I know that were there told me that she was great, so great indeed that every man had gotten a hard on during the show, which had gotten one of the attending girlfriends humiliated and shouting, "What the hell has she got that I don't have?"

She had run to the "stage" and began stripping, immediately followed by several of the other girls and very soon even the few remaining girls had joined them stripping on the stage. 

Nobody could blame the crowd of horny and boozed young men when even they began to throw off their clothes. The guy who owned the house got a great idea, removed the main fuse and shouted, "Let's have a 'happy fifteen minutes' in the dark!" 

The crowd replied, "Yes, yes, yes." So began the so far most famous orgy in our Scandinavian town. The result wouldn't have been anything other than some funny memories of unknown sex partners in the dark for some of the participants if Greg Jensen had not been there. Greg was hired to videotape the stripper and party as a gift to Elliot. Nobody cared about him being there and during the "happy fifteen minutes" nobody had wasted as much as a single second by thinking about him. 

Greg had an expensive video camera with infra red light and capacity to tape in almost total darkness, which he did. I didn't know him, had never met him, but for some reason he liked me better than Elliot and had put some good money on me in the bet. 

When Greg saw Elliot being sucked and fucked on the floor by a big titted blonde with a bit scandalous reputation, poor Greg did only what many others would have done in an equal situation. He made a good video, which turned his expected lost money to a fair profit. Of course, it was a bit nasty thing of him to give Linda a copy of the infamous tape, which caused her to suggest to Elliot that he take a hike to a very hot place. Elliot threatened to sue Greg, which he never did.

Though I was totally innocent of the whole mess, Elliot accused me for losing his money and Linda's cherry, which she in fact already had given away several years ago, and he even threatened to get revenge on me by and by. He was really a bad loser indeed. He even tried refusing to pay the bookie until one of the bookie's nasty friends paid him a polite visit, which changed his mind. To my great relief Elliot's contract was bought by one of the big soccer teams and he left the town rather soon after the party so we had no connection after that. A few years later I heard some rumors about his marriage and thought, 'good for him.'

I had invested my soccer money in a nice house, where Linda and I moved in together. It was her suggestion that we wait with the wedding until we been living together for ten years and have a really big wedding then. There was nothing strange about that. Many people - about 50 percent of the couples here - are living together unmarried. She had a funny idea that married couples took each other for granted and therefore lost the sparks between them. I didn't object because I was happy to share my bed with her, with or without golden rings on our fingers. It didn't matter for me. We even had two nice kids, four and six years old today.

Besides playing on the local soccer team, I had continued my studies to become an accountant and even had a part-time job in an accounting company. When I gave up the soccer about five years after Linda and I became a couple, a partner and I opened our own accounting business. We made the right choice at the right time, which in a short time gave us a fair profit.

Now it was mine and Linda's ninth year living together. In my opinion we still had a good relationship though there were some small quarrels now and then and the passion wasn't what it was when we first moved together. But how many couples can say that nothing will be different after ten years? In fact it was nine years and ten months with the big wedding only about two months ahead. Linda and her mother had been taking care of everything. They had already booked an old church, a romantic inn for the party, a band, and a classic over 50 year old Bentley, a honeymoon trip to Bali and many other things when the shit hit the fan.

It hit me as lightning from a clear blue sky one Thursday evening after work. I was sitting in the kitchen together with the children when Linda rushed in and began shouting, "How in the hell could you do that to me?"

"Do what?"

"Don't play stupid! Why in the hell did you do that at your damn course?"

"Do what? Could you please calm down and tell me what I've supposed to have done?"

"Don't pretend to be innocent. Can't you at least be a man and confess?"

"Confess what?"

"Who in the hell is she?"

Now I had had enough and shouted back, "Shut up with that bullshit in front of the children. Are you on some damn drug? Calm down and tell me what the hell this is about when the children are sleeping." 

Instead of saying anything to me she went to our bedroom and stayed there the whole evening. When I came in there after giving the kids some supper and got them into their beds watching some programs on TV, she told me, "From now on you are sleeping in the guestroom. Get your things and go there."

"Hell, no, I won't go. It is your farce and if you don't want to share the bed with me, feel free to sleep somewhere else."

She left without a word.

Not much was said the next morning. I asked her, "Could you please tell me what's the matter with you yesterday?"

Her only reply was, "We'll talk tonight. My parents will take the kids for the weekend."

On Friday evening, we had a short version of our usual "family fun" with the kids and to my pleasure the both of us pretended to act in a normal manner until Linda took them to her parents.

When she returned she had take away from a new Mongolian restaurant with her and I opened a bottle of wine.

After eating for a while with small talk about the kids, she asked me, "Why have you cheated me?"

"Cheated? I've never cheated you."

"Yes, you have. I have got evidence."

"When and where. Could you please show me that so called evidence?"

"Do you want to marry me or skip the wedding?"

"I love you and have been looking forward to this wedding for ten years. But it is up to you, only if you will stop this farce. I can swear that I'm innocent of your accusation. It doesn't matter when and where the imagined cheating was supposed to happen."

"It was at your latest tax information-class."

"For heavens sake, we were 28 men and two women who had their husbands with them there. Could you be kind and ask somebody or rather everybody who was there before you are going to destroy everything we have built up together during ten years."

"A clever attempt but not clever enough to convince me."

"Please at least tell me who's put that crap in your head. It must be somebody who hates me or envies our wedding."

I can't remember if she replied. The last thing I remember from that evening was feeling tired and Linda helping me to the bedroom. 

I woke up sometime Saturday morning in my bed with a terrible headache and pain in my belly. My mouth was dry and I couldn't move either my arms or my feet. To my fear I noted that I was lying diagonally on our bed with my wrists and ankles tied and bound to the bed legs, which were the only possible way to fasten the knots. The pain in the belly got worse and before I had thought about what to do, I puked. I succeeded in turning my head so everything got to Linda's side of our new very expensive bed. After resting a few minutes, calming down and thinking about how to act I shouted, "Linda," and she came into the room. 

During my army service, I had gotten some training in how to act in hostage situations and knew that the main rule is to calm down and try to get a dialogue going. Therefore I began with asking her, "I have a terrible headache. Could you please give me water and an aspirin?"

She got a fearful look on her face when she saw what had happened to the new bed and left the room but returned with an aspirin and a bottle of water. While cleaning up the worst of the mess in her bed, she told me, "The friend of ours who witnessed your cheating is here and I'll thank him for the information by giving him some sex as my revenge for your cheating. When we are even, I promise to be a lowing faithful wife."

"Do you really understand what you are doing? Do you really want to skip the wedding?"

She replied, "You'll marry me if you love me. Otherwise my friend has promised to replace you."

"Who is he? Are really sure that he knows me or ever been at the course? Tell me who he is and let me talk to him and I'll show you that he is only trying a dirty trick for getting you laid."

"You will see him. We have a TV camera in the spare room and you will see everything on this monitor. If you had confessed yesterday, I would have gotten my revenge at a hotel without telling you anything about it. Don't blame me. You denied it and preferred it this way." 

Now I noted a color monitor on the nightstand, obviously with a cordless connection to a TV camera in the spare room. It showed the empty bed there.

"Where did you get this expensive equipment? Your insane farce seems to be well planned in advance."

"My friend has rented it."

"Please calm down and understand that he must be somebody who hates me or us like hell and doesn't want to see us married. Can't you see that you are in his trap? Why this farce if you really love him more than me and want to marry him instead of me? You are a free woman and can leave me anytime you want without making me hate you like hell."

" I like him very much but I don't love him as much as I love you. I really hope that you love me and will forgive me as I will forgive you when we are even."

"We will never be even if you don't stop this at once. If you really love me, please let's take a time out for a week and go and see everybody who was on the course and ask what he or she saw there. If one of them agrees with your lover, I promise to let you fuck him as much as you want before the wedding. Please, Linda, please, don't throw away our ten happy years and cancel our wedding."

"Nice talk but I'm still 100 percent convinced about your cheating and now it is too late for any new deals."

She had not weakened a single millimeter and I understood that soft talk was for deaf ears and tried a new tactic. I told her with a hard voice, "Linda, be sane and understand that if you fuck that asshole here in my house, I'll track him down and beat the crap out of him. You'll fuck up our wedding and will be thrown out from my house this very day and never get back in here. You can be sure that I will never forgive you for doing such a dirty shameless thing to me, never in hell. Do you understand what I am telling you? Be sensible and stop this if you love me or keep going if you want your ass thrown out of this house today. But don't complain afterwards."

Now even she had got angry and shouted "You will see." Then she slapped me hard in my face, put silver tape over my mouth, and went out of the bedroom.

Hopefully I had put some doubts in her mind because the bed in the spare room remained empty and I heard voices, which sounded like arguing. But I lost my hope when I looked at the monitor. The camera was in our spare bedroom where we had put our old double bed when we bought the new very expensive one in which I was lying helpless.

Then Linda came into the picture, stark naked and a few seconds later was followed by a naked man with an Elvis Presley rubber mask covering his face. I couldn't recognize him.

Linda began to speak; "Now it is your turn to be cheated. Does it feel good?" Then she told "Elvis" to lie down and began to suck his cock. After a while she shouted, "That feels good. Revenge is really sweet."

Thereafter "Elvis" began to fuck her doggy style. He did it without a condom, but that wasn't my problem because I had no intentions of fucking Linda, never in hell. To my great disappointment, "Elvis" had remained silent the whole time, obviously afraid that I would recognize his voice.

I had seen enough and began to work at getting free. I understood that, if I panicked, it would make the knots worse and decided to think first. It didn't take me many seconds to find out how to do it. The weak point was the tie, which held my bound wrists to the bed-leg. A tie is made of two parts and on this cheap tie made of some strange thin fabric the sewing hopefully was the weak point. I had bought it during a holiday trip in Thailand only for it's bright colors, a funny gimmick at some party, but Linda had never allowed me to use it. She understood that I would throw away everything she had used to tie me and therefore only chose ties she disliked.

On the monitor, I could see and hear Linda screaming about how good her lover was. They could hardly have heard the noise when I, using all my strength, succeeded in dragging off the tie between my wrists and the bed-leg. The first thing I did was to take of the tape over my mouth. Thereafter it was an easy game to pick up my key ring from my left pocket. In the ring I had a mini-model of a Swiss army knife, which I got as a gift from a satisfied customer a few years ago. Now I thanked him in my mind for paying the extra for getting the best quality. I succeeded in pulling out the blade, put the knife in my mouth and begin the tie, which held my wrists. It took some time even with the sharp knife to cut me free, but I did it. Thereafter it was no problems to cut off the tie that held my ankles. I was free.

Linda was now speaking to the camera, "Please understand that I'm doing this only because I love you so much. I'm going to fuck him only one more time before he will leave our house and we are even and can continue with our life."

What a silly bitch? Did she really believe that there was anything else than disgust between us any longer?

I waited while she sucked him hard and they began to fuck in missionary position. A perfect time for my next step in this sad drama. I resisted the temptation to use a weapon of any kind because it could end in uncontrolled mess. But I took a pair of gloves from the entrance cupboard, put them on and sneaked up to the guest room on the second floor. The door was closed so I stood behind it and listened to their moans and groans before I took a deep breath, opened the door and rushed into the room screaming, "YOU'LL BURN IN HELL!

It took them by total surprise and "Elvis" didn't have a chance to react before I had hit him with several hard punches and he lay still over Linda, who began screaming, "Don't kill him! No! No! No! Don't kill him!"

I had no such intentions, but I continued to hit the "Elvis mask" until I was sure he was knocked out for a while and then I dragged the mask off his face and found out that the damn asshole was my old friend Elliot, who had succeed in canceling mine and Linda's wedding. 

Linda continued to scream and I shouted to her, "Shut up, slut. Get dressed and get your spoiled cunt out from my house." 

She got a terrified look in her face but stopped the screaming and began to cry. Elliot had begun to groan, so I dragged him to the floor where I gave him several hard kicks between his legs until he lost unconsciousness again. Then I took his arms and dragged him down the stairs and out to the garden where I threw him in a bed of roses.

He had parked his silver metallic Audi A6 Allroad on my driveway. I got a hammer from my garage and smashed all glass on the Audi and scratched "Pimp" on the front doors. I didn't know or care how this terrible day would end for me. But one thing was for sure; even if Elliot lived to a 100 years, he would never forget his Saturday morning fuck with Linda. 

Then I went back to the spare bedroom. A still naked Linda sat crying on the bed and I told her, "Get dressed and piss off from my house. Your belongings will be out on the lawn during the day and I'll call your dad when he can begin to take them away."

She tried to say something about showering but I shouted, "SHUT UP AND GET DRESSED! NO DAMN SHOWER FOR YOU IN MY HOUSE! GET MOVING!"

I found Elliot's clothes with his wallet and car keys. I investigated his wallet and found his business cards. I took one card and threw the wallet to the pile of his clothes and told Linda, "Lover boy lies naked in the bed of roses. Get the creep dressed and away from my property before I change my mind and will give him one more lesson."

She sobbed, "Oh, Holy Lord, please forgive me." And she had a look of fear on her face when she got quickly dressed in jeans and T-shirt and took Elliot's belongings and rushed out to him with them. 

I went down to the kitchen, took the cordless phone and rang the home number on Elliot's card. A female voice replied, "Lottie."

"Hi, Lottie. You are Elliot's wife, I presume?" 




Revenge and Remorse



"Yes, who is asking?"

"My name is Eddy Hanson and I used to be a friend of his until ten years ago. In fact we were even competitors for the same girl. I've been living with her for nine years and was expecting to marry her within three months. But I regret to tell you that Elliot was here today and changed my plans."

"I don't understand."

"It's why I rang you, Lottie. Elliot and my girlfriend, Linda, drugged me, tied me to my bed, and fucked before a camera so I could see them on a monitor in my room when I lay there tied to the bed. But I was lucky enough to get loose and regret to say that both Elliot and his car got a little damaged when I showed him away from my property."

I told her everything she wanted to know and asked her where Elliot had been during the days I was supposed to been cheating during the course.

Linda had come back to the house while I talked with Lottie. I told her, "Good news for you, Linda. That call was to Elliot's wife. She told me that he was at home, more than 600 kilometers from the course where you, silly slut, believe he saw me cheating. Fucking you wasn't his first cheating, so Lottie will divorce him now that she's got me as a witness. Elliot is all yours now, Linda."

She screamed, "Do you know what you did to Elliot? You must let him shower and clean the wounds from the roses."

"Get his cheating ass off my property before I get mad."

Then she remembered her errand and told me, "Elliot demands his camera and monitor."

I took my hammer, rushed up to the spare room, smashed his camera, broke the tripod and rushed to the bedroom where I smashed the monitor. Then I went out and threw them into the back seat in his car through the broken glass and told him to piss off while he still could do that.

When he began to threaten me with police and lawyers, I gave his car an extra hard hit with the hammer and off he went in a hurry.

Back in the house, Linda sobbed, "Oh, Holy Lord! What have I done?"

"Fucked up your old family and got a new boyfriend. He was your first choice ten years ago and now he is yours. Don't complain. You got what you wanted. He promised to use you as a fuck slut then if you had chosen him instead of me."

Then I took Linda's hand, took off her engagement ring and gave her mine and told her, "That's it. I'll call your dad and ask him to rent a van and get your belongings as soon as I get them out of the house. You can take almost everything in the house except the soiled beds, which will be destroyed."

"What are you going to tell my parents?"

"Not much. Only the truth."

She sobbed and said, "Please try to forgive me. We must talk when you have calmed down so we can talk."

"Yes, we have two children to talk about ... if they are mine. I'm sure your mom will take care of them a few days until the worst problems are solved."

Thereafter she left my house and our relationship with Elliot's cum still in her pussy.

I ran after her to the driveway and said, "Your key to the house, please." She gave it to me and left.

I rang Linda's parents, talked to my kids and told Linda's dad to hire a van to came here and get her belongings because we had split up. When he asked why we did it, I told him the same story I had told Lottie. 

A few minutes later Linda's mother rang me and she was in shock about the cancelled wedding and begged us to calm down before we did any thing stupid. I could only tell her that I was very sorry but could see no way out of the mess Linda had created. I told her shocked mom that Linda expected her lover had to replace me at the wedding. A slight problem was that his divorce would take at least six months. 

It was the worst day in my life but I had much work to do so I rang six of my friends. Four of them were in position to help me and one of them came by a supermarket where he bought a pile of cardboard boxes. Even two wives came with their men and began to pack the boxes. 

When the beds from the spare room and master bedroom were out on the lawn, I took my electric chainsaw and cut them to pieces. I didn't care a shit that the bed in the master bedroom was almost new and very expensive. Since Linda had given Elliot coffee at the kitchen table before they began their show, I even cut the table and kitchen chairs to pieces.

I stored my clothes, a few personal belongings and everything from the children's room in the garage. The gang worked hard and about four o'clock the house was emptied. I rang Linda's father and told him that the house was emptied and Linda could take everything on the lawn and what was left on Monday evening would go to the city dump. He told me that he had hired a van and two friends to help him.

I left with my friends and invited them for a barbeque, which was held at my best friend's house where I stayed overnight.

On Monday morning, Marie, my secretary, noted at once that I had serious problems and asked me with a fearful look in her face what had happened to me during the weekend. I told her the truth. She got a shock and was silent for a minute before she asked where I was living for the time being. I told her the truth that my friends had offered me their spare bedroom but I intended to find some kind of place of my own during the day.

Marie had a suggestion; her newly divorced sister Anna had a nice guest room with a small kitchen above the garage, which I probably could rent until I found something more permanent. Marie knew that Anna, a nurse at the main hospital, had worked on Sunday and was at home. Marie called her and Anna was interested in her suggestion. Marie and I went there at once. The room was much better than I expected, the sister was easygoing and a very handsome woman, and we had a deal within a few minutes.

Soon afterwards, I went to a real estate broker and put the house up for sale. I took the broker to the house to take pictures. Linda's father had hauled away everything and the neighbor who was hired to take away what remained of the beds, table and the chairs had done his job and he got his payment.

Back at the office, Marie told me that Linda had rang several times. I promised to take her next call, which came only ten minutes later. First came all the expected bullshit about how sorry she was and it was the most stupid thing she had done in her whole life when she believed everything that Elliot told her.

"You wanted to believe him because you wanted to fuck him. You are not stupid and, by using a very small part of your common sense, you ought to have known that he lied about me. The truth is that he wanted to get even with me because he lost a lot of money when you choose me. He hated me. It doesn't matter that it was he himself who fucked up your contest. It's because he wanted to destroy our wedding plans and you had no doubts about helping him. Do you really believe that he for one single second thought that I would marry a damn slut who humiliated me in that cruel way? He knew me better that that, that's for sure."

"Oh, my God, can you ever forgive me for being such a fool?"

"Have you fucked him every time he's been back in town? His wife will dump him so feel free to marry that asshole and be sure that you will be cheated. I regret to say that I never did that to you. Today I really regret all those chances I skipped during the years."

Linda understood that it wasn't the right time to talk about our broken relationship and asked me about our economic matters. I told her that I had taken 50% from our joint account and that was all we had to share. She could keep her car, her own private account and everything she had collected on the lawn. 

She asked me with a worried voice, "How about the house and the stocks?" 

"My private property, and I'm giving nothing to you. You would have been a wealthy slut if you had done your whoring after the wedding. You paid a high price for Elliot's cock and I hope you think it was worth that."

She hang up and when her father rang me after a few minutes, I told him that according to the laws of this country she had gotten more than her legal share and given the present circumstances I felt it was impossible for me to give her anything further than her legal right because it would have felt like a reward for what she had done to me. 

Monday evening Anna invited me in to her house for a cup of coffee and some small talk. In fact we talked the whole evening. Anna told me that her ex had cheated on her with a fellow worker. She had found a 12 pack of condoms in his suitcase when he was on his way to a five-day trade show and conference trip abroad. He had gotten totally mad, hit her hard, and bragged about his affair with a married fellow worker. Two divorces was the final price for the 12 pack of condoms in his suitcase. After some quarreling, they had come to an agreement for shared custody of their ten year old daughter, Jennifer, who was with her ex that week. 

I told Anna my story and she could hardly believe how Linda could act in such a stupid way. Though it was a part of Anna's job to understand human behavior, after many questions she dismissed all thoughts about Elliot blackmailing Linda. Anna found it impossible to find a simple explanation for why a clever woman like Linda did what she did. Probably she felt that the big wedding had turned to her mother's show and didn't feel comfortable with it, perhaps because she had some doubts about whether it still was real love between us after so many years if she missed the hot passion from the first years. 

After thinking about it, Anna could only guess that from time to time Linda had some "greener grass on the other side of the fence" thinking and sometimes even doubting if she really had chosen the right man ten years ago. Obviously Elliot had connected her at the right time for performing his nasty intentions, catching her in a doubting fram of mind, and as a clever con man, he had put a number of pure lies in her head about how much he had missed her in all those ten years. 

Elliot must been very convincing when they met because she didn't make any attempts to check his stories though it would have been very easy for her to find out that most of his stories were pure fiction. Elliot's story about my cheating had given her, at least in her mind, a valid reason to get the sex with him she dreamt about in those ten years. Elliot had probably worked out a plan and succeeded in convincing her that I would never dump her because she would be within her rights to get even and we would be happy again after that. Of course, that was only the best answers we could imagine that evening. Anna understood me when I told her that I could never sleep in my house again.

Within a short time, Anna and I developed a good relationship and began to do small favors for each other. She took care of my laundry and I did the main jobs in her garden. Sometimes I even took Jennifer to her soccer training and soon the handsome female trainer had begun to use me as some kind of voluntary assistant, which caused some jokes from Anna. Could she be jealous?

To our great pleasure, Jennifer and I became friends and so did Anna, Jennifer and my kids. I felt that Anna was much more than a hostess when my kids visited and I think she felt the same, because I could note a trace of relief when she asked me if I had found a new house and I said no. No doubt I had to do something but I didn't dare take the first step.

One day Marie asked me to tell her what I really felt about Anna and I replied that her ex must have been the most stupid man in our town when he cheated on such a lovely wife. Marie started laughing and told me that Anna had said the same words about Linda. Then she looked me in my eyes and said, "For heavens sake, do something before it is too late!"

I did. Jennifer was at her dad's for a week, so it was perfect timing. I succeeded in booking a table at a popular restaurant I knew had a good band this evening. 

On the way home I bought a large red rose, took it with me, and rang Linda's bell. When she opened the door, I gave her the rose and told her that it was my turn to treat her to a meal and asked if she would join me tonight. If so, I would pick her up at eight o'clock.

She said it was a happy surprise for her, but then she shook her head and said, "I'm so sorry, very sorry indeed, but a doctor has invited me out tonight."

What could I say? I said, "Maybe some other time?"

"Yes, of course. I rather hope many times. Cheer up, my friend, and see the matter from the bright side. The doctor is a 55 year old married woman who wants me to help her in a research project and I would love to have a date with you. Please wait for me here in the house and we can have a nightcap together when I'm back."

Anna was back by half past eleven. She made two delicious crab sandwiches and opened a bottle of her best white wine. It was very romantic meal in candle light with soft music. The evening could only end in one way; both of us understood that anything else was out of question. 

Naked in her bed we got involved in tender lovemaking during the main part of the night. It was a really great night for both of us. By morning, Anna gave me a very good breakfast in bed before she joined me for an intensive morning fuck.

I noted by her behavior that she wanted to say something and when I came out from the shower she smiled and asked, "Yes or no?"

What could I say? What was right? I replied, "Your choice. What's best for you is best for me."

"Okay, you're moving in to the house today." 

I had no objections and within a few minutes we were moving my clothes and a few other things into her house. Later on that day, we went to the shopping center together where I bought her 24 red roses. 

When Jennifer came home Sunday evening, saw the roses in the living room and the smiles in our faces, she shouted, "You two are together now! Are you?"

When we agreed, she hugged us both and told us that she was very happy for that. That was the start of a new happy family.

Epilog.

In the beginning of our separation, Linda felt very humiliated and made it very difficult for me to see the children because I hadn't given her much more than her very small legal assets in the separation and had DNA tested the children. However, the tests showed that I was the father and after Linda had calmed down we began to co-operate on raising our children.

While waiting for our daughter at the hospital after a bicycle accident, Linda told me about having lunch with Elliot two years earlier but she denied any cheating then and stated that he had begun to call and e-mail her at her job two weeks before he came to town for conning her. I told her that Lottie and I had talked several times. She had filed for divorce and thrown Elliot out of their house, which always had been recorded as her private property. Linda said she had neither seen him nor heard from him after she helped him away from my rose bed and had not wanted to do that either. She had been seriously depressed when she found out what easy prey she had been when he soiled her to get even with me for something I never did him. Elliot never dared to demand any compensation from for the damaged car or TV equipment nor did he contact the police.

About a year after our separation Linda met Fred, a nice guy who worked as a librarian. Within a few months, she moved in with him in his three-room apartment. He had no kids of his own and took good care of Linda's and mine during Linda's weeks to keep them. It was Anna who rang him and suggested that Linda and Fred meet Anna and me at a restaurant to once and for all set the rules for the children. They would be simple rules that co-operate instead of compete with clothes, gifts and events. 

Fred was an easygoing man so we had no problems finding solutions to the actual matters with him. Linda was chilly but reasonable so even we could solve the actual questions and from now on the children knew that they could not play one family against the other for getting advantages. Two weeks later we met Jennifer's dad and his new woman. Anna's ex couldn't hide how much he disliked Anna's and my relationship but thanks to his new spouse we solved the questions with them.

Anna and I are not married yet, but I'm sure that it is only a question of time.



Revenge and Retribution



I found several stories in a dusty old file in my old, seldom used, lap top, I thought I would submit them. GE 286.



My name is Terry S. Mc Murtry. I am six feet two inches tall and weigh 230 pounds and don't have much fat on my body. I stay in good shape because my wife, Marianne, insists on it. I run 2 miles at least 5 times a week. Marianne runs with me most of the time. We both go to the gym on Saturday mornings. She is always smiling and happy. 

My wife and I had been married for ten wonderful years when I noticed a change. It was a dramatic change. I didn't have a clue about what the problem was. It seemed everything was fine one day and the next day she was furious with me. She didn't smile anymore.

I racked my brain trying to think of anything I had done wrong. I had never even thought of being unfaithful. I was in love with my wife and I was sure she felt the same about me. We had a nice home in an upscale neighborhood. Our house wasn't the largest one or the smallest. We had two girls and one son.

We were a normal family. Marianne and I ran our asses off between us, I had my own business that was growing rapidly, and we both were running for the kids for sports, dance lessons plus the school just kept us on the go. Our twin girls, Samantha and Savannah were seven and the boy, Terry Jr., was six. I had a vasectomy right after Little Terry was born and Marianne had her tubes tied.

When she suddenly changed, I asked her what the problem was she would say something to the effect that if I couldn't figure it out I was stupid. We went through 4 or 5 weeks when she very rarely spoke to me and closeness, kisses, or sex was nonexistent. She never smiled at all. Then, as suddenly as it started, it was over. I came home from work one evening and she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. Things were back to normal and I still had no idea what I had done wrong. She would only say that the problem had been with her and that she had worked it out. It was several days before we had sex and the time that had lapsed seemed to make our loving fresh and more delightful than ever.

I had wondered about it and had made some changes. I had hired a new salesman and he made most of the road trips now. He was very good and my business increased. We manufactured and installed large reverse osmosis plants for towns, ships, hotels, and other large users. I had developed a better osmosis membrane that lasted much longer and could be back-washed several times for even longer use. I had four domestic installation teams and four international teams. We do more and more of our sales via the internet these days. I didn't travel much anymore.

I thought our sex life was even better than before the change. She started enjoying oral sex much more. Previously she didn't like it very much and had never let me cum in her mouth. Now she swallowed it and even kissed me with a mouth full of my cum and we passed it back and forth. In Marianne's defense, I should say that she was and is a very beautiful woman. She is not a slim willowy type girl, and she is not heavy either. She has large lovely DD cup breasts and a perfect ass on a 5 foot 6 inch frame. She weighs 130 pounds. She is a brunette with a killer smile and a very happy and upbeat attitude. She really enjoys playful sex, dressing for me in sexy outfits, and role playing. 

She had been brought up in a very strict religious home. It took her a long time to even try anything but straight missionary sex.

We were fortunate that we had good neighbors and a full social life with lots of friends. There were several couples we got together with on a regular basis. We learned that four of the families on our block were into group sex, swinging. Marianne and I discussed it at length and decided that it just wasn't for us. We told them 'maybe someday but not now'. We told them we honored their right do as they saw fit between consenting adults. They said they respected our decision and it wasn't brought up again. 

We still enjoyed their company at parties and cookouts. We were always among the first to leave any gathering. There were never any comments or suggestive remarks made. Our next-door neighbors Frank and Lucy Polanski were among the swingers and we still liked them pretty well, and we still got together several times a month to go out clubbing, or we went next door for cocktails or dinner. We knew they went to the swinging parties on the first and third Saturdays of every month. I never liked the way he looked at Marianne but I thought he was harmless.

Marianne and I had great sex several times a week and a very passionate night on Saturday nights. Once a month each of the grandparents would keep the kids overnight and we played with each other until the wee hours of the morning. We took turns bringing breakfast in bed to our spouse on those Sunday mornings. We usually made love again after breakfast. 

We rarely planned anything on Friday nights because we were generally tired after a hectic week. Often, after we got the kids settled down and they were asleep Marianne would go to bed early. I would surf the net on my PC in my den. Occasionally I would explore a new porn site or two. I had discovered Literotica.com several years before and would generally read a story or two before going to bed. I tried all the various genres but my favorite was 'Loving Wives'. What I often do is to go on a page listing the different story categories, and then I cover the list with my hand and blindly pick a category. I then go to the top of the page that randomly comes on the screen. I then click on what is called the "Story Spinner" this selects a story at random from that category. That night it came up on a story by a Karen Kay. It was a story about a white husband who was forced to find black lovers for his wife. He was what was referred to as a 'Cuckold'. He was humiliated and physically brutalized by his wife's larger black lovers. I couldn't believe any man would let a situation like this continue. At the end of the story there was a reference to Karen Kay's web site, karenkayonline.com. I was curious so I went to the web site. 

On her web site there was a catalog of amateur interracial movies on DVDs. I randomly picked a page and skimmed through the items there. Each DVD has some still shots and a story of what the DVD was about. All stories on the page had white wives being fucked by black men, including several of Karen Kay herself having sex with a black lover while her husband operated the camera.

I skipped down to another page and stopped on another DVD it was titled 'KD0009 Teasing Hubby'. I was startled by the pictures. There was a girl who could be Marianne's twin. She was smiling at the camera with a huge black cock in her mouth. Another still picture showed her straddling his legs with his cock deep in her pussy. Then I noticed there was a sample clip you could download and view. I tried it!

Damn, it WAS Marianne. I recognized her necklace, and dangly earring set I had given her for her birthday a few years ago. She was wearing her favorite garter belt and black ankle-strap stiletto pumps with her skimpy French Maid play outfit. She even had on the little lace gloves that went with the costume. 

I went back and read the story line again. It said the woman's name was Diana. The story had no relationship to Marianne and I as far as I could see. I ordered the DVD. I was positive my marriage was over. I went to our room and packed a bag. Marianne raised her head and sleepily asked, "What are you doing Dear?"

"I'm leaving you, don't try to reach me. I will be back in touch when I think I can look at you without throwing up."

"WHAT?"

"You heard me, I'm out of here!" 

"Wait, what's going on, what happened?"

"Think about what you have done that could cause me to feel like this, I'm sure it won't be hard for you to remember." I picked up the bag and was gone. I got a motel for the night, it was a waste of money because I didn't sleep a wink. How could she have done this to me, I thought she loved me. What about the kids, I knew I couldn't desert them no matter what. I also knew I didn't think I could ever face Marianne again. What in the hell was I going to do.

In the morning I called my office at 15 minutes before nine. I knew, Selena, my secretary would be there and would answer my private line. I told her I wouldn't be in that morning and that I would call later. She said, "Boss, please don't hang up, I need to talk with you. Marianne called earlier and was hysterical, she sounded very upset. She said you were leaving her. I can't believe her, what is going on?"

Selena has worked for me for eight years, I just couldn't get anything done without her. She is a thirty- two year old, gorgeous black woman. Both Marianne and I are very fond of her. I sighed, "Honey, I found out last night that Marianne has been cheating on me. I am having a rough time myself, I don't know what to do. I know do not want see her for a while until the urge to hurt her diminishes some. I need to sleep but every time I close my eyes I see her laughing and smiling while she makes love to a black man. She wasn't just fucking him, she was loving him and enjoying him! I don't think I can ever sleep again. I may have to blow my brains out to get any rest." I heard Selena screaming for me to not hang up but I did. I had to.

I tried going to a movie, it didn't work worth a shit. I couldn't keep Marianne out of my mind. God, I missed her and my kids already. I sat in a bar sipping Captain and water until the bar closed. The next day I just sort of wandered around. I never knew I could miss that cheating bitch so damned much. She was everything to me. So what do I have now? NOTHING! What was I going to do? How could I have been so stupid? Then I remembered the Breckinridge Status Report, damn, it was supposed to have been reviewed and answered by today, I hadn't even looked at it. I figured I had better call the office and tell Selena to make an excuse for me. I hit the auto-dial and she answered. 

"Terry, where are you? Turn your ringer back on."

"Listen, girl, call Breckinridge and tell them I am sick and I'll have an answer for them tomorrow, OK?"

"No, it's not OK. They already called wanting an answer, they said that if they don't have it by close of business today your contract will terminate by default. You better get your ass down here or it will cost you big time."

"I can't think straight, I don't know what to tell you, right now I really don't give a shit what happens!"

"Alright, I'll tell you what is going to happen, if you default on this contract the nonperformance penalties will clean you out. They will destroy this company and ruin you financially. Your kids will be on welfare! Now get your ass down here, I know you have the answers in your head. Will you do it for me? Terry? I need this job. 

"OK, OK, I'm on my way, have all the data lined up for me before I get there, I'll see what I can do."

"OK Terry, come on down to the office and we will help you straighten this all out." I told her I was on my way. I guess I owed it to Selena, she took care of her sick mother and needed the money. She had been willing to work any time I asked her. She was a loyal and dedicated employee. I didn't want to let her down.

I walked in the main office and headed for my private office. Selena jumped up from her desk and rushed to me. She stopped and looked me up and down. "Boss, you look terrible, you look like something the dog wouldn't bother dragging in. Get in your office and set down before you fall down. Here, let me get you some coffee and a jelly donut, OK?"

"Yeah, I haven't had much of an appetite lately." She fixed the coffee and brought me a couple of donuts. I sipped the coffee, it tasted good, Selena pointed to a donut. I shrugged and took a bite, I tried to swallow and gagged, it started to come back up. I put my hand over my mouth and managed to keep the bite down, but my stomach was heaving around and I pushed the donuts away.

Selena watched me carefully with tears running down each cheek. She stood and said she would be right back and left the room. She was only gone a minute or two then she came over beside me.

She softly said, "Boss, you know I love you and would never do anything to hurt you, please take these two pills, they will relax you and ease your pain." I took the pills from her and put them in my mouth, I washed them down with coffee. I gagged a little but kept them down. She looked at me and said, "Don't worry about the Breckinridge Report, I handled it and they are happy." 

Selena turned my chair, then pulled another regular office chair in front of me. She lifted my feet into the seat of the chair and then rocked my chair back and locked it in the reclining position. The chair had a high back and supported my head. She moved behind me and gently pressed my eyes closed. Selena whispered, "Just lean back and relax for just a minute and then we can get some things straightened out. Just close your eyes and relax, everything will be alright, we both love you."

Things were getting blurry, I vaguely wondered about 'both'? Then I slept.

I heard my name and woke up. I tried to figure out where I was and then I recognized that I was in my office. I saw Selena's pretty face in front of me. She smiled, "Did you have a nice rest Terry?" 

"Hun? What's going on?" I tried to set up but I couldn't move. My arms were fastened to the arms of the chair.

Selena said, "Let me help you." and moved behind my chair. I felt the back of the chair lift and heard the click as it locked in the upright position. I saw her walk to where she could remove the chair from under my legs. I felt or sensed a person behind me. 

I turned and saw Marianne! She looked worse than I had ever seen her. Dark circles under her eyes, no makeup. She had tears coursing down both cheeks. She looked tired, pale and wan. I wanted to turn my head but I felt a deep sympathy for her. I hoped she was not hurting as much as I was. I waited to feel the anger that had burned inside me before but all I felt was a deep sorrow for both of us. I wanted to tell her not to cry but all that came out was "Why?" 

She sobbed and buried her face in her hands. There was no way she was faking the sheer agony she showed. She sort of melted into a heap on the floor, her body racking with gut wrenching sobs. I struggled to get loose. "LET ME GO. I NEED TO HELP HER." 

Selena grabbed my shoulders, "You promise you won't hurt Marianne."

"Hell, I could never do that, no matter how angry I am. I have felt like beating the crap out of her but when I see her I know I can't do it, even if it's killing me knowing she doesn't love me." Selena unfastened the Velcro straps holding my arms. I went to Marianne, lifted her to her feet and held her against my body. I felt her arms slide around me and she held me tightly. We stood like that for several minutes.

She lifted her head and looked up at me. "I never stopped loving you for even one second. I will always love you."

I sighed, "I'm sorry, I just have trouble believing that. I fact I don't believe it at all." 



Selena put her hands on my face and turned it towards her. "Terry, I know it's hard but if you listen to Marianne you will know it wasn't that she didn't love you that caused her to make a stupid mistake, it was because she loved you so much."

I looked at Marianne, "Can you tell me about it?"

She looked up at me and the tears flooded from her eyes,

"Sob! Can Selena tell you? Sob, I cry when I even think about how stupid I was." I picked Marianne up and carried her to the couch. I sat and held her in my arms, I looked at Selena and nodded.

Selena said, "About two years ago a neighbor of yours told Marianne that you were cheating on her with your secretary, me! She laughed at him and told him to get serious. He said he would prove it. Several weeks later he showed her pictures of you and I sitting in a booth laughing and smiling, I was touching your arm. He had several similar pictures of the two of us together at various places. He had a picture of us leaving a motel room together. He had a set of pictures of us embracing. Then for a clincher, he showed her a picture of you fucking me. He wouldn't let her keep the pictures. He said it might put the source in danger."

Marianne was watching me, I said, "I remember everything but the last thing, it never happened. You and I have had many lunches together. It must be obvious that we are good friends, nothing more, but it might look different. We did leave a Motel room together the day you, Marianne and I met your family at the airport and took them to the motel. Marianne, you stayed in the car while I helped with the luggage. We made two trips to get it all in the room. The last must have been a morphed picture, that's easy to do on a PC. One thing I need to know, who was the neighbor, Frank Polanski?"

Marianne jerked, "How did you know, who told you?"

"No one told me, I have seen how he looks at you, and I know what a slim ball he is. What did he do tell you that you needed to get even by screwing him?"

"Yes, that is just what he did! I told him that would never happen, I told him I had to fuck a big black stud to get even with you. I told him I wanted to make a video so no one would get hurt. I didn't think I could do it in front of you, I knew you would have to be restrained and I was afraid you would be injured. Frank said he had a great camera and that he would film it and protect me." 

"Where did you find a black stud?" 

"I called one of our other neighbors, Betty Stewart, she and her husband are into swinging and I told her what I wanted to do. She said I was wrong, that getting even usually backfired on the person getting even. I should have listened to her, but I was so pissed at you I wasn't thinking straight. She was afraid I would get hurt or get a disease if I picked the wrong guy. She said Frank couldn't even protect himself. She said she knew a guy who would do it and was very gentle and nice and was really well endowed. She said I would really enjoy this guy. So I told her to see if he was available."

"So did you enjoy it?"

"Yes and no! He was very gentle, and was a very nice man. I had a hard time relaxing with Frank there. I know he was figuring he would get a turn with me too, but I made it clear I didn't want that. Leon, my 'date' heard me and assured me that Frank wouldn't touch me. I just wanted to make you hurt like you had hurt me."

"Marianne, I never cheated on you, never."

"I know that now, but I thought you had."

"So you made the tape, I have only seen a couple of stills and a 30 second trailer of you fucking him. I did order a copy on line, it should be here any day now."

Marianne looked at Selena, Selena walked to my desk and handed me an object in a padded plastic envelope. I shook my head, "I'll look at it later." I looked down at Marianne, "Is it as bad as I think it is?"

Tears ran down her cheeks, "Worse! I don't want you to see it."

"You made it to show me didn't you?"

"Yes, but then I thought you were cheating on me, I thought you were going to leave me, I thought all sorts of crazy things every time you left the house. I was so angry with you I was afraid to even talk to you because I just knew you were screwing Selena."

"How did you find out you were wrong?"

"Things Frank was telling me didn't add up. He said you were taking Selena to a motel every Wednesday afternoon. So I went down the next Wednesday afternoon to accost you and Selena when you came back from the motel. When I got to your office you were gone but Selena greeted me and she seemed really happy to see me. She didn't look ashamed, frightened or surprised to see me. She said you were at your usual Wednesday afternoon meeting at the manufacturing plant."




Revenge and Retribution



I asked when she you expected you back? She looked at her computer and motioned for me to look at it. I saw you sitting at a table drinking from a coffee cup. I could faintly hear people talking. Selena explained that she had you on your web cam so she could make notes of the meeting so both of you didn't have to be away from the office at the same time. She said you had been doing that for years."

I felt like a damned fool and was scared of what I had done. I broke down and cried. I told Selena what I had done and she was furious with me."

Selena said, "You are damned right I was, I told Marianne that I didn't believe her. I told her I thought she did it because she wanted some strange cock, and that now she was afraid you would find out."

I looked at Marianne, she was looking at Selena and nodded and then looked at me, "That is what she said."

Selena smiled at her, "I told you to prove me what you were saying was true." Selena looked at me, "Marianne described the black man she had sex with. I thought I knew who she was talking about and asked her a few questions. You called the meeting at the plant to order and I turned the recorder on. Then I put Marianne in your office and made a few phone calls. I talked to Leon Walker, he did verify everything Marianne said. I know Leon very well and he is a very honest person. He said he told Marianne she was making a big mistake. He did not like Frank and was afraid to leave her alone with him. I thought about what to do. I told Marianne to go home and relax and forget it had ever happen and to pray you would never find out."

I looked at Marianne, "Have you had sex with this man since that one time?"

She stared at me. She shook her head, "No!"

I softly said, "Did you want to?"

She flared back, "Hell NO!"

"Have you betrayed me with any other man during our marriage?"

"Nooo, never!" She sobbed, "Never."

"How can I ever believe you or trust you again?"

"I don't know, but we have to try? I never stopped loving you for even one second. I will never stop loving you. I was conned by an expert. I didn't believe in you when I was fully aware of the kind of man you are. It is no excuse, but I had been hearing and reading of so many husbands who cheated on naive wives who thought their husbands loved them that it was easy to hoodwink me. You are such a handsome and sexy man, most women would love to grab you."

"How did that video end up on that porn site?"

"They bought it from someone. They had a receipt containing releases from what were purported to be the people in the video."

"Did Frank end up with the DVD?"

"He told me he would have to edit it and that I would get the only copy. He brought it over the next day, I burned it."

I looked at the two women, "I think Frank owes us something. Don't you?"

Both of them nodded.

Marianne smiled, it was a chilling smile, there was murder and mayhem in that smile. "Selena and I have made a little hobby of gathering information on Frank Polanski for the last couple of years. I talked to all the neighbor ladies. Frank had seduced or blackmailed over half of them. His wife Lucy had too much to drink at one of the neighborhood parties and I walked her home. We talked for a long time. She hates the swinging lifestyle they live. They have an agreement that they are not allowed to have sex with anyone unless the spouse is present and agrees. Lucy said she was sure he was cheating on her. She is a school teacher and he works from home selling insurance."

I had to think of something we could do to him that wouldn't get us in legal trouble or in jail, but would teach him a lesson. Selena smiled, "How about we do what we did to you. Then when he is knocked out and secure, we all come in and question him and build a case against him. Oh, his wife and his girlfriends should be there too."

Marianne smiled, "Where can we do it, it will have to be in a place that is very private so he won't bring someone running if he yells for help."

I had to put in my two cents worth, "If his wife won't go along with this it won't work." 

"OH Terry, we know that, Lucy and three of his ex-girlfriends are waiting outside. Some of them want to hurt him bad."

"Bring them in."

Selena went out the door and returned with four lovely ladies. I knew Lucy, of course, and one of the other ladies who was also a neighbor. I was introduced to the other women. Marianne said, "Ladies I have told all of you my story, My Hubby knows everything. Please tell all of us your stories about Frank and what he did to you. Lucy, would you start it off please start off."

Lucy told her story of Frank's lying, cheating and breaking the rules they had agreed to live by. She said she had only agreed to join him in the swinging lifestyle under those rules. She said she wanted a divorce while she was still young enough to find a nice guy and have children.

Marge, the other neighbor told how he had convinced her that her husband was cheating on her. She had filed for the divorce and because our state has a 'no-fault divorce' law is she only had to plead irreconcilable differences. Her husband disappeared after the divorce. When she learned she had been lied to her husband was gone. She was unable to find him. She suspected he had gone to Australia or somewhere. This had happened four years ago.

One of the ex-girlfriends, Bobbi, told of how he had ruined her marriage when she would not give in to his advances, he told her husband that she had sex with Frank and many other guys. She wanted Frank dead. The other woman said Frank had ruined her marriage, Patsy told her husband that Frank was threatening her if she didn't have sex with him. Frank had already told her husband that she had engaged in group sex with he and several other guys and that she would try and blame it on him. She was also divorced.

We discussed what the punishment should be. Most of the girls favored castration. I said it was too easy on him. I wanted to retain the sex urge but remove his ability to ever have normal sex with anyone. I told the ladies, I want him to get as horny as an old tomcat, but I want him to suffer because he can't scratch that itch. Do you know what I mean?"

My wife said, "I think that is a wonderful idea, how can we do that." 

I said, "Hell, I really don't know, we will have to research it."

Marge said, "Hey, I'm an RN. I have an idea about how we could work it. We could never reveal how it happened and do it so that he will never know who did it to him. If he ever found out we could all go to jail."

We put our heads together and worked on our plan. It was changed several times but we eventually came up with what we thought was a workable plan. Lucy provided the knowledge we needed about his habits and his daily routine and about how he would react to various things. 
 I went home with Marianne. I explained that I still had not forgiven her and that I would sleep in the spare bedroom. The kids were happy to see me and I was happy to be with them again. After dinner I went up to the spare room and got ready for bed. I turned out the light and lay awake listening to the noises as the kids talked and helped with the dishes. There was a long conversation between Marianne and the children but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I heard them come up stairs and get ready for bed, use the bathroom and then it was quiet for a while. Then the door opened. Marianne walked in wearing a little baby doll gown. I held up my hand and she stopped. I motioned for her to leave. Her shoulders drooped, she slowly turned, she looked back over her shoulder and I could see the anguish on her face and the tears running down her cheeks. She quietly shut the door.

I thought about Marianne, our life together, our kids, what this was doing to them, and what it was doing to me. In the morning I waited until the kids were off to school and Marianne tapped on the door and said my breakfast was ready.

She didn't appear to have gotten much sleep either. She was standing by the stove when I entered the kitchen. She smiled slightly and said, "Good Morning, Terry."

I said, "We have to establish Frank's daily pattern so we can devise a plan."

Marianne walked to the kitchen desk and got a yellow legal pad. "We have it pretty well worked out. Here is what he did every day of the week for six months. The summary is last with an average day for each day of the week.

We discovered that he walked on a path through the woods at the nearby park every other day. I scouted out the park one afternoon. The trails he walked were not used on week- days very much. Just one group of elderly folks used them every morning about seven in the morning. Frank started his walks at seven thirty. I scouted him for four mornings when he walked and he always took the same trail to a spot about a mile down the trail then turned around and returned the way he had come. It took him 18 minutes each way. It didn't vary more than a few seconds on any day.

I found a good ambush spot about a quarter of a mile from where he turned around. The path went through an area of thick under brush. There was a game trail that paralleled the main trail about twenty feet into the thick brush. I carefully cut a trail from the game trail to a thick clump of brush beside the trail. I was very careful to conceal the new trail by not removing too much foliage. I rubbed dirt into the fresh cuts to age them to the casual observer.

The next morning I crouched in the brush along the trail in dark clothing and wearing a ski mask. I heard Marianne in the radio earpiece, "He is heading back now, no one is behind him." 

Patsy's voice said, "Everything is clear back to the trail head. Go for it Boss." I saw Frank coming down the trail and got everything ready. As he passed me I sprang on him from behind and slapped the chloroform saturated cloth over his nose and mouth. He only struggled for a few seconds before he passed out. I dragged him off the main trail and into the new trail. I covered his head with a black cloth hood.

I dashed back out to the main trail and as I was making sure all signs of the short struggle were erased. I heard Marianne in my ear, "Watch it Terry, there is a group of joggers headed your way. You only have a minute or two." I slipped back in the brush and dragged Frank well away from the main trail. I reached in my shirt pocket and removed a preloaded syringe. I removed the needle cover and carefully ejected the air from the dose of anesthetic. I rolled Frank on his side and injected the shot through his shorts into his ass. He would be asleep for nearly half an hour.

Selena and Marge walked up the new trail and Marge checked Frank's vital signs. She looked at me and gave a thumbs up signal. She started to say something and I put my finger to my lips and she was quiet. I could hear the joggers talking as they went down the trail. We heard their footsteps on the asphalt trail fade into the distance. 

I told the girls we could talk but I was worried that Frank might be able to recall what we said under hypnosis. Marianne smiled and handed me two ear plugs. The ear plugs were a very snug fit. I replaced the hood and we were able to talk freely.

Selena ran back to her van that was parked on a park service road and came back with Frank's bike. Lucy had told us that Frank rode his bike on the same trail once a week but went much further. Frank's bike had a metal water bottle carrier attached in the center of the handlebars by the adjusting bolt for the handlebars. 

I carried the bike to the main trail and went to a previously selected spot. There was a metal trail marker on a steel post giving the distance to the Trailhead. Just past the marker was a small oak tree. I carefully placed a broken tree branch on the trail before the sign. I kicked the marker, bending it down to the ground. I took Frank's bike and bashed it over the branch, the marker and into the tree as hard as I could. The handlebars twisted and the front wheel bent badly.

I hurried back to Frank, removed the ear plugs, took off the hood and helped the girls carry him out to the bike. We then carefully dragged him over the sign, the bike handle bars and the bottle holder making sure his shorts were ripped from the waistband to the crotch. One leg of the shorts was almost ripped off. We rammed good old Frank into the tree head first, scratching his head and tearing an ear. I looked over the scene and grabbed Selena's hand and left Marge with Frank while we checked how the area looked. We grinned at each other then saw Marge drop some things in a plastic bag and the give Frank another shot in his arm. She grabbed the bag and ran past us and down the new trail. Selena followed her. I checked that all evidence that the new trail had been used was covered or removed. I heard Marge's voice in my ear plug, "Making the call right now!"

I ran up the trail about fifty yards and took a side trail to the service road. They met me in the van and we went up the road a little farther and picked up Patsy. We took the road out the other side of the park and stopped and listened. We heard the wail of a siren in the distance. We grinned at each other. We saw Marianne's rented car approaching and I got out and got in the car with my wife. We headed home. The other girls left too headed away as planned. We all had good alibis for that morning. All the evidence was burned in the incinerator at the county dump. It was for destroying personal papers and bank statements etc..

When we got home Marianne slipped next door to see Lucy and told her it had gone very well as far as we could tell.

While Marianne was there the phone rang and Lucy answered. It was the police telling Lucy that her husband had been badly hurt in an accident. She did a great job of acting surprised and upset over the accident. She told them that her husband had left earlier for a bike ride and she was worried because he hadn't come home. She found out where he was being taken to the emergency room. She told the police she would be right there as soon as she could find someone to drive her, she said she was too upset to drive herself. 

Marianne and I changed clothes. I put on a suit I would wear to work. Marianne was stunning in a brown leather pants suit I bought for her a year or so ago. She had brown booties with 3" high gold plated heels and she carried a large brown leather bag. The pants fit her like a second skin. She would snap some necks today.

I gave her a low wolf whistle and she smiled at me. She said, "Do I look OK?"

I smiled back, "As usual, you take my breath away." I shook my head and turned and headed for the door. I heard her heels behind me. Lucy met us at our car, she was more casually dressed, as if she had been interrupted at a household chore.

At the hospital the ER doctor told us that Frank was still in the operating room. He said that he had sustained a hard blow to the head and had a possible concussion. He had suffered many cuts, bruises and contusions, but the worse damage was to his genitalia. He informed us that his penis had been virtually amputated by some sort of bracket on the bike when he crashed. The doctor said the prognosis for salvaging much of the penis was very poor because the part that was cut off was badly crushed and shredded. He said that Frank was very lucky that some good Samaritan had called the police and reported the accident. He could have bled to death.

The police talked to all of us. Marianne and I informed them that we were on our way to go in town to a meeting when Lucy, our next door neighbor had asked us to bring her to the hospital.

I said that I thought I had seen Frank leaving on his bike earlier when I was getting my newspaper. Marianne said she had not seen Frank in several days. Marianne and I sat with Lucy until Frank was in the recovery room. The surgeon told us that they had only been able to salvage about an inch and a half of his penis. He said that they were not able to say if it would function sexually. Otherwise there were no other serious injuries except for a slight concussion.

Lucy decided to stay until he came out of the anesthesia. Marianne and I went home. We changed into more comfortable clothing. I sat at the kitchen table and waited for her to come down. I used our throwaway cell phone to call Selena, I told her how Frank was doing. She laughed and said it was perfect. Selena asked, "Have you and Marianne made up yet?"

I said, "I don't know if that is possible." 

"What, I thought you had moved back home!"

"I have but I am still sleeping in the den. I think I am going to have to look at that whole video before I make up my mind."

"Are you sure you want to do that? What good will that do?"

"I don't know. I just feel I need to know what went on. I know she fucked him and gave him a bunch of blowjobs. He never used a rubber. I guess she was lucky and didn't get AIDS or something and give it to all of us."

"Oh Terry! Marianne made him bring a fresh doctor's report saying he was clean. I have talked to him. It took them six hours to make that DVD because she broke down and cried over you so much. Leon said he had never seen a woman who loved her husband as much as Marianne loves you. He said she hated what she was doing but she thought it was the only way to bring you to your senses."

"The clip I saw sure looked as if she was loving everything they did."

"Terry, they had to do every scene two or three times because she would break down and cry in the middle of what they were doing. Frank would erase the scene and they would do it over. Frank got pissed off with her because she wouldn't let Leon cum inside her. She did let him cum in her mouth but not her pussy."

"I still see her smiling at the camera, smiling at me really I guess, with her mouth full of his cum and with cum all over her face. I see that every time I try to sleep. I still love her, I just hate what she did and I wonder if she did it before or after that or will do it again. How can I ever trust her again."

Selena said, "I can't tell you anything but what I believe about that. I am positive she is telling you the truth about what happened. I have had everything she said verified by the other two people who were present. I KNOW she loves you with all her heart. I don't believe she would ever cheat on you again. She thought you had cheated on her or it never would have happened in the first place. She has never denied what she did or that she was totally wrong. I believe her."

I thought for a second. "Well, I have to admit that I agree with your assessment of the situation. I still can't sleep though. I still don't trust her. How do I fix that?"

I heard a voice from behind me say, "Sweetie, you don't have to fix that, I have to fix it for you." I turned and saw Marianne. 

She stood in front of me. "I was the cause of everything, I didn't trust you and believed lies about you that if I had thought about the man I know you are I would have known you didn't do those things. 

"I am the one who foolishly and deliberately committed adultery and broke our sacred wedding vows. God, how I have cried and cried over that. I cried while I was doing it because I knew that even if you were screwing Selena it would hurt you. I was praying that it would shock you into realizing you were hurting me too!

"Will you let me prove my love for you and let me prove I will never be unfaithful to you in any way?"

I looked into her eyes and saw the start of the tears. I asked, "Will you watch the DVD with me and explain how you were feeling and exactly what you were doing. Then, when it is over, will you tell me why I should believe you?"

She stared at me, "I think I would rather die than do that. If you insist, I guess I will have to do it, I can't stand the idea of dying and having you believe, for all eternity, that I stopped loving you. That never happened nor will it ever happen." 




Revenge and Retribution



I believed her and I felt as if a tremendous weight was lifted from my shoulders. One irresponsible and illogical mistake did not erase the ten years of devotion she had demonstrated. I still had a few nagging doubts, but I had nagging doubts about a lot of so called facts.

I looked at Marianne and said, "OK Sweetie, show me how much you love me, make me believe you."

She did.



Revenge As A Working Girl



She was as nervous as hell. She had given up smoking as a teenager, but wished that right now she had a pack of cigarettes in her handbag. Anything to stop her shaking with nerves.

She had chosen her outfit carefully. The black push-up bra with matching thigh high lace panties. The black dress that ended an inch above her knee and had the keyhole cut out to show her cleavage to best advantage.

On her feet, her highest black heels with the silver 5" spike. Any higher and she would never have been able to walk on them. As it was, they thrust her hips forward and accentuated the natural sway of her body.

Bare legged but sporting a fine tan, she had applied slightly more make-up than she normally would, particularly around her eyes, and she had deliberately chosen her most crimson red lipstick with matching nails.

As she drove to the bar, her heart was pounding, the pulse in her temple throbbing like mad, and more than once she almost turned round and drove back. But she was determined to do this, partly to prove to herself, if not to him, that he was not the only one that could play away and also, now, driven by the lust that the idea had planted in her brain.

She stood at bar, while her drink was poured – white wine spritzer with soda. After paying for it, she took it to a seat in the corner, where she could observe everyone that came in, and – more to the point – they could see her. As she walked across the room, she was conscious of around a dozen pair of make eyes, perusing every inch of her body.

She sipped her drink and looked around. As her gaze fell on each man, they looked away and resumed the conversations they were in or returned to reading their newspapers. 

'Damn!' she thought, 'I should have brought a magazine or something.'

Too late now.

To look as if she was occupied, she opened her handbag and pretended to rifle through it. 

'Can't you find your cigarettes?' asked a male voice, as a man, holding a freshly pulled pint of beer sat down beside her. 'Would you like one of mine?'

'I – er ,' she started, not sure whether to say she didn't smoke.

Before she could answer, he interrupted.

'Of course, we have to go outside to smoke these days,' he chuckled.

She smiled back.

'Of course', she replied.

He stood to let her move first. Collecting her handbag and drink she did so, and responded to his gesture to go through to the back of the bar where a patio was set aside for smokers.

When they reached it, they found themselves alone on the patio. He lit two cigarettes, took one from his mouth and handed it to her, and smoked the other himself.

She put it to her lips. The first time she'd smoked in more than ten years. As she drew lightly on it, she was grateful it was a menthol brand, one that she had favoured in her youth, and although she coughed slightly at first, her second draw sucked the smoke into her lungs and she relaxed visibly.

'I should have asked,' he said, 'On your own?'

'Yes', she replied, blowing smoke in the air as she looked in his eyes.

'Meeting someone?'

'Who knows?' 

She had thought how such an exchange might go and had made her mind up that, without being totally blatant, she would make it clear from the outset what she wanted.

He smiled and sucked on his cigarette.

'You wouldn't be on the game, would you?'

She felt herself blush, and was amazed at her own reply.

'Well, a girl has to live.'

He laughed and his response was almost quicker than she anticipated.

'How much?'

Now what did she say? She hadn't planned on this. To back down now though would make her look stupid and the idea of being paid for sex made her feel even more turned on than she already was.

'Er – £100, for full sex that is.'

'Is that all?' he replied, his eyebrows raised. 'I thought you would cost more than that, looking at you.'

Now she was thinking at 100 miles an hour.

'Well, let's say, in certain circumstances, I apply a discretionary discount.'

'Circumstances? Like what?'

'Like if I fancy the client., or if he offers me a cigarette.'

He laughed.

'My car is outside,' he said.

'The money first, please,' she replied, staggered at the way she was handling this.

'I would prefer to pay you in the car, rather than here where others might see.'

'OK, let me finish my drink'.

They both downed the remains of their drinks. She stubbed out the cigarette with her foot, twisting her leg as she did so in a way that she knew made guys look at her. 

'After you,' he said and followed her through the bar to the front of the building.

'That's mine, over there,' he said, pointing out a Porsche Carrera.

She smiled at him.

'Nice', she said, 'but not big enough – for me to work, that is.'

He laughed.

'My apartment is around the corner, if that's OK?' he suggested.

'Fine', she replied.

He opened the door to the Porsche and held her hand as she lowered herself into it. As she did so, her dress rode up almost to the top of her leg. She smiled at him and made no attempt to pull it back down.

He got in the driver's side, and was about to start the engine.

She put her hand on his arm.

'Sorry, darling,' she said. 'The money?'

He laughed and pulled five twenty pound notes from a wallet stuffed with cash.

Seeing her eyeing it, he said, 'and there may be a bonus, if you're good.'

His apartment was the last word in luxury. A penthouse, on top of a 26-story building, it looked out over the city and down on much of it. As she enjoyed the breath-taking view, she felt him behind her, his hands tracing the outline of her body.

She turned and pushed him gently back. Stepping away from him she put into practice for the first time the routine she had been working on in her mind for weeks.

She reached around behind her and unzipped her dress. She let it fall to the floor. She leant forward, giving the push-up bra the chance to work at its maximum. She unclipped it and let it fall off too.

Stepping out of the panties, to reveal a totally shaved pussy, she kept her shoes on and walked slowly towards him.

Looking in his eyes, she undid his belt, then his zip and tugged at his trousers. He did the rest, taking them off completely along with his socks and shoes. She felt his erection through his boxers before unbuttoning his shirt, very slowly, button by button.

With her left hand she pulled at the waistband of his boxers, with her right hand she reached inside them and put her hand firmly round his erect cock.

He gasped as she did so, and she smiled back, raising her eyebrows slightly in mock surprise.

After stroking it for a few seconds, she pulled his boxers down and he stood out of them, both of them now totally naked apart from her shoes.

She felt her nipples become rock hard as the air conditioning fell lightly on them, the feeling arousing her even more than she already was.

She knelt before him and, taking his cock again in her right hand, kissed the circumsized bell end. Then she placed her lips around the end, completely encasing it before slowly sliding every one of his seven inches into her mouth till she felt it touch the back of her throat.

She sucked deeply and slowly, moving her mouth up and down it, and when it was just out of her mouth, stroking the exposed part with her hand.

She cupped his balls with her left hand and squeezed them gently. She heard him moan and knew he wouldn't hold on much longer.

He knew it too and pulled her to her feet. He picked her up and carried her across the room, kicking open a door into his bedroom. As he walked she felt the tip of his cock brushing against her, leaving trickles of pre-cum on her lower back and her ass cheeks.

He placed her gently on the bed, she parted her legs and he lay across her. He bent his head to suck on her breasts, as his engorged cock pushed into her willing cunt. She was now so wet he just slid in to the hilt.

Suddenly scared, she pushed him off.

'What the fuck?' he said.

'C-condom,' she stuttered, flustered by allowing her passion to forget her own protection. 'You must wear a condom'.

Half smiling, but also desperate to complete what he started, he pulled sharply on a bedside drawer, took out a sachet, tore it open with his teeth and slid the condom onto his cock.

'OK?' he asked.

'Yes, yes of course'.

Smiling again, he leant over her. She slid towards him so her hips were on the edge of his bed, her shoes just touching the floor, he legs wide open, her pussy dripping.

She looked up at him.

'Fuck me,' she said.

He wanted no further bidding. His cock slid back in and he moved in and out of her with such energy she almost lost her breath.

Her tits were on fire, her hart was thumping and now she felt her tummy tightening. She knew she was about to cum and she could tell that he was fighting to hold his back so that he didn't get there before her.

'CUM!' she shouted at him. 'Cum! Fuck me. Fuck me now. I want to feel you pump inside me.'

And she did.

He exploded into the condom, and she felt his cock throb and pulse as he filled the sheath with his spunk and then she shuddered. She felt the wave of her cum race through her body and she screamed, very loudly.

He lay inside her for a while, his cock still throbbing slightly, and she felt herself cum again. She screwed up her face as she shuddered once more, crying out more softly this time.

After they'd dressed, barely exchanging a word, he reached again for his wallet, pulled out another £200 and handed it to her.

'Can I have your number?' he asked. 'I would like to do that again, soon. And by the way, I have paid more than £500 before and it has been nowhere near as good as that. I think you should revise your rates, discount or no discount.'

She blushed and gave him her mobile number, her mind still reeling at what she had done, let alone what she was now doing, setting up the possibility of a further meeting.

'Do you mind if I pass your number on to a select few of my friends?' he asked. 'I know about three or four guys who would readily do business with you.'

'Er – y-yes, of course,' she smiled.

'Good. I'll call you a cab.'

At home that night, she let Mark fuck her for the first time in weeks. The first time, in fact, since she had threatened to leave him after discovering that he had slept with his secretary on a business trip to Spain.

She was still so horny, that she just wanted cock inside her again, and Mark was by no means a bad fuck. She came before he did, but let him ride her until he, too, filled the condom she had made him wear. All the talk they had had about making a baby was now on hold.

She had a new secret life of her own, and she was determined to enjoy every minute of it.



Revenge at Omega House



The rule was written in stone-the brothers of Omega House did not party the weekend before Finals. An Omega was expected to excel in all aspects of campus life-socially, athletically, academically. Forgoing two days of orgiastic delights was a small price to pay for the extraordinary benefits that came with the three letters the brothers wore on their chests. The contacts Omegas developed with successful alumni guaranteed success in business, medicine, the law, or politics. Those alumni expected much from the current crop of Omegas, and top grades were an absolute must.

And so the house was quiet on that Saturday night, when normally it would be filled to capacity with the school's Beautiful People. Instead of plying some pretty freshman with vodka punch then deflowering her in the wee hours, Sean Cavendish sat at his desk, re-reading "Sense and Sensibility" for the twentieth time. He loved Jane Austen, loved everything she wrote, and writing this paper on her work for his English Lit class hardly taxed his brain. 

He was as anxious about tonight's event as the other brothers, but as the fraternity's President he had to set an example, and so he sat in his room, working serenely, as though nothing unusual was about to happen. He paused long enough to sip some tea and look out the window. The snow was knee-deep on the broad lawn that fronted the house, and Sean eased back in his chair and admired the tranquility of the night. The black sky was clear, and a strong full moon bathed the trees in silver light. "Very beautiful," he mumbled, and wished that it wasn't so calm and peaceful. He wanted a howling blizzard, with a wind-chill of thirty below, but he was thankful enough for the deep snow. It would do.

He returned to his work, pulling quotes from the novel to use in his paper, and as the minutes passed he heard noise coming from downstairs, the front door opening and closing, the growing buzz of voices as more and more of his brothers arrived. He didn't join the gathering crowd, not yet. He had to set an example. So he waited, pretending patience, waiting to be summoned. 

He didn't have long to wait. There was a knock at the door. "Enter!" Sean called.

A pledge named Gavin pushed open the door and stood at attention. "I beg your pardon for interrupting, sir, but the Master of the House requests that all brothers report to the front room."

Sean treated Gavin to a polite nod and said, "My compliments to the Master of the House, and tell him I will be down presently."

The young man evaporated. Sean marked his place with a thin gold strip and switched off his desk lamp. He unbuttoned his light blue oxford and tossed it on the bed, and moved to a tall dresser that stood opposite to his bed. Inside the deep bottom drawer were eight sweatshirts of different colors, each embossed with the three Greek letters of his fraternity. The one he picked was dark red with black letters, colors that reflected the mood of the house. 

He went downstairs and joined the crowd, and spent ten minutes shaking hands with men wearing sweatshirts similar to his own. It wasn't a spirited group-voices were hushed, the whole atmosphere appropriate for a funeral home.

Sean watched as several brothers walked up to a tall, young man with close-cropped blond hair. He waited, and in his turn shook the young brother's proffered hand. "Eli, how are you?" he asked. 

"I'm OK," Eli said with a wan smile. "I really, really appreciate this, I can't tell you how much."

Sean put his hand on Eli's shoulder. "You're my brother. When a brother's has a problem, we rally round. We all do." Eli nodded, and his weak smile brightened just a bit. "You'll feel better when it's over. We all will."

He made an informal count and determined that, of the fraternity's 80 active brothers, all were here except for the three he knew had approved excuses to be away. He made his way over to a burly junior named Clay, and Sean shook the hand of the Master of the House.

"Excellent work," Sean said. "You're keeping discipline tight, keeping everyone sharp."

"Thank you, sir." Clay checked his watch. "It's time. Excuse me."

Clay stepped to the center of the huge room and shouted, "Your attention, please!" The room fell silent in a heartbeat. "All pledges in the basement, now!" 

Fifteen clean-cut and fit young men filed out of the huge room. As they left Eli spoke up. "I apologize for inconveniencing you tonight. It's finals week and everyone here has more important things to do than clean up my mess."

"Fuck, knock it off!" one voice called.

"Wouldn't miss this for the WORLD!" said another.

There were other calls of encouragement before the sound of the heavy basement door banging shut echoed through the house. Clay said, "Absolute silence is essential, gentlemen. Not a word, not a sneeze, not a breath. If you see anyone committing an infraction, report them to me for punishment." He cast his eyes around the room, and a look of purpose hardened every face that looked back. 

A leather chair and matching ottoman were brought and placed in the center of the room. The chair was dark brown and heavily upholstered, the kind of chair you could would settle into and go, "Ahhh...". Three brothers set up small platforms in a triangle around the chair, and then they unfolded aluminum tripods and attached digital video cameras. Each brother peered into his camera, fiddled with some dials and switches, and gave identical thumbs-up signals to indicate they were ready. 

Clay stood at the door of the big house, and when he said, "Gentlemen! Take your places, please" the remaining seventy-seven brothers quickly and quietly established a wide perimeter around the chair. They stood at attention, feet apart, hands behind backs. They waited, the huge room silent as a tomb.

Sean watched the doorknob twist, and as it opened he saw a tall, broad-shouldered man in a rich camel-hair coat steering a girl by the shoulders. The girl had thick, curly hair the color of flame, a long, graceful neck, and skin pale as the moonlight. She wore a light blue sweater that hugged the full swells of her breasts, a black miniskirt with black stockings, and fashionably clunky black heels.

She needed the man's help walking across the broad foyer because she wore a blindfold that covered half her lovely face. "Where are we?" she asked. Some of the younger brothers flinched at the sudden intrusion of her speech. It could be difficult to stay quiet under these circumstances, but Sean had been through several of these events and knew that now was the time to relax. There would be time for each of them to speak later. 

The man said, "This is my house, of course." He removed his coat and draped it on a table by the door, and helped the girl with her coat. The man was a suitable match for the for the gorgeous young girl. He wore a black, form-fitting jersey that showed off his sculpted pectoral and abdominal muscles. He was extremely handsome, about 30 years old, with dark hair, a movie-star profile, and a Florida tan. 

He made eye contact with the brothers circled about him, and when he saw Eli he gave a respectful nod. Eli mouthed, "Thank you."

The circle parted just long enough for the couple to move toward the chair, and then it reformed. The girl giggled as the big man brushed the hair away from her neck and kissed her. "What are we going to do?" she said, feigning innocence.

"We...are going to indulge our fantasies."

His hands roamed over her body. "Mmm...what fantasies to you have in mind?" 

His left hand slipped under her sweater and his fingertips danced across the smooth skin of her belly. "I have a fantasy of making love to a blindfolded young woman, giving her all the pleasure her body can endure, while she can only imagine what I'll do to her next." He kissed her earlobe. "Doing to her with his lips..." His hands slid up to her breasts, "with his touch..." He ground himself against her ass. "With his cock."

The girl was breathing open-mouthed, and rotated her ass against the front of his pants. "Franco, please, fuck me."

His free hand unzipped her miniskirt, and it fell to the floor. Underneath she wore a black garter belt and a silky black thong. Sean watched with concern as all the color ebbed from Eli's face. Was it seeing her this way that did it, or had the garter belt been a gift, maybe something she'd bought herself to surprise him one night? He watched Eli swallow hard and compose himself, and Sean returned his attention to the scene before him.

Franco helped the girl step out of the miniskirt bunched around her ankles. "I love this," he said, his fingertips tracing the lines of the straps. "So rich, so luxurious."

"I wore it knowing that you were going to fuck me. I wanted to surprise you."

"You did, my darling, you did." He pulled her against his body, her back against his chest, and he kissed her long neck while his hands patiently explored her magnificent body. He seized the hem of her sweater and gently pulled it over her head, her fluffy red curls bouncing as he tossed the sweater on the floor. Her breasts strained against the black satin cups of her brassiere. Franco put his hands on those breasts and nuzzled her neck. "You're a very beautiful woman, Samantha."

So that was her name, Sean thought. Until now her name had escaped him. Until now he'd though of the girl who Franco was slowly bringing to an erotic boil simply as The Cunt. He thought this name suited her much better than Samantha. Samantha was a name for an honest, upstanding Irish girl, the kind that Sean's mother would want him to marry. It wasn't an appropriate name for the filthy slut cunt bitch now breathing heavily through her open mouth. 

"Oh, oh, yes, yes," she murmured as Franco's fingers slipped inside her brassiere. He kept kissing her neck, and before long Samantha spun in his arms and kissed him passionately, her tongue licking his lips before plunging inside his mouth. She pulled back and said, "Take your clothes off, I want to suck you."

He gently turned her again so her back was to him. He resumed pawing her body and said, "I'm not nearly done with you yet. When I am, you will be on your knees, and you will beg me, beg me to fuck you." Her knees wobbled as he hissed these last words. It wouldn't take much to get this girl on her knees, Sean guessed.

Franco reached between her breasts and with a deft flick of the wrists unclasped her brassiere. Her milky breasts popped out, and they could all see her pale pink areolas tipped by nipples darkening with excitement. He used his thumbs on her nipples, gently tweaking them until they flushed a deep, cherry red. 

"Oh, God," the girl moaned. "Oh my God, I knew this was going to be incredible, but you are making me feel so good, I'm getting so fucking wet, I...oh!" Franco pushed his groin against her ass. "Oh, God, you're big, I can feel how big you are."

"Can you?" He thrust himself hard against her ass, thrust himself against her again and again, and she moaned like a sow. 

"Are you really going to fuck me?" she panted. "Please, don't just eat me again. I have to have you inside me, you have to fuck me."

Sean was impressed, it had only taken Franco five days to meet this girl, steal her away from her lover, seduce her, and earn her trust so much that she let him blindfold her before they made love. He'd been the right choice after all. Not that he would have bet against Franco's success. He was, after all, a legend. 

Franco's fingertips slid down to her naval. "You like cock, don't you?"

"Yessss..."

"Let me hear you say it, let me hear what a dirty girl you are."

"I love cock," she said savagely.

"Big cocks?"

"Yes, big cocks, like yours."

"Big, hard, thick cocks?" He pressed against her.

"Yes!" she moaned. "I love getting fucked by big cocks, I love feeling them throb in my pussy, I love feeling them spurt in my mouth! Now please, fuck me!"

Franco made eye contact with the brother aiming the camera from his right, and when the brother gave an enthusiastic thumbs-up Franco smiled with satisfaction. He returned to the task at hand. He moved to the chair, leading Samantha by the hand, and sat. He had her straddle him, and when she settled herself on his groin he leaned forward and caressed her left nipple with his tongue. He circled the rosy bud over and over again before drawing her nipple into his mouth.

"Oh Jesus, I'm gonna scream!" She writhed in his lap as his tongue slithered between her cleavage and began an assault on her right nipple. "Will anyone hear if I scream?"

Sean's eyes quickly scanned the room. A few of the younger brothers reacted with smirks, but when they saw Sean and several of the older brothers glaring back they quickly controlled themselves. 

"Make all the noise you want, darling," Franco said. As his mouth went back and forth between her taut nipples Samantha alternated between coos of delight and cries of desperate need. "I...please...I need you to touch me!" she moaned. Franco stood and Samantha wrapped her long legs around his back. They kissed, deep, wet kisses, and Sean noted with satisfaction that the color was back in Eli's face, back with a fury. His face was as flushed as Samantha's excited nipples, yet he still looked in control of his emotions. 

Franco eased Samantha into the chair and knelt between her legs. As he slipped her panties down her thighs she moaned with anticipation. "Please, PLEASE, tell me you're not just going to go down on me. Please fuck me."

He settled himself back between her spread legs and said, "I will, I will. But I have to have your taste in my mouth."

"OK," she said, a wide smile brightening her face. He leaned forward and buried his face in her crotch, his head thrashing back and forth. The soft sounds of his tongue lapping at her moist pussy was quickly drowned out by her increasing loud cries of pleasure. "Oh, oh, yes, baby, yes! Lick me there, ooh!" She spread her stockinged legs wider and wider and ran her fingers through his thick black hair. 

"Suck it!" she said savagely. "Suck my clitty, suck it!" She arched her back, moaning in ecstasy as Franco's tongue slithered up and down her dewy slot.

"Oh, honey, I could really fall for you," she said with such honest emotion that Sean was slightly embarrassed by it. "I could totally give myself to someone as incredible as you...oh....oooohhh...oh, eat me, lick it, yes!"

The girl bucked and thrashed like a madwoman through her orgasm. Her hips lifted from the chair and Franco slid his huge hands underneath and cupped her buttocks, lifting her into his hungry mouth.

"Oh, God," she groaned as her climax subsided. "That was a big one."

Franco got to his feet and said, "Speaking of big ones..."

"Yes, please, take your pants off, I want to touch that big cock, I want to get it nice and big and wet before you put it inside me."

Franco stepped back and started unbuttoning his shirt. "You're a dirty girl," he teased.

She lay back and crossed her legs. Her dark red lips creased into an arrogant smirk. "Oh, you have no idea." 

He tossed his shirt on the floor. A brother stooped to pick it up but Franco shook his head, and the young man silently resumed his place. He said, "Tell me the dirtiest thing you've ever done."

"It's hard to decide what's worst."

He laughed. "What would you least want your parents to know about."

She threw her head back and laughed too. "Oh, that's easy. My mother's a teacher, and a good friend of hers got a job teaching at my school. Mr. Collins, senior Algebra. The guy used to stare at me when he came to visit my parents, I mean, it was so obvious I couldn't believe my parents didn't notice."

Franco was smiling from ear to ear. "So what happened?" he asked, encouraging her as he stepped out of his loafers.

"I made sure I signed up for his class, even though I'm terrible at math. And when I took the first test and got a D, I gave him this sob story about how big a failure I was and how my parents would kill me. I told him I'd do anything, ANYTHING, to help my grade."

Franco unzipped his pants. "He made you do extra problems, and tutored you after class?" he teased. 

"No..." she giggled. "He made me go down on my knees and suck his dick. Well, he didn't make me. I suggested it, and he seemed to think that was good enough."

Franco pulled off his boxers and stood there naked, his huge erection sticking up between his legs. "You got a good grade, I hope."

"A blowjob after every test and I ended up with straight A's." She leaned forward, her hands reaching out. Her tongue slithered out and she licked her lips. "I've blown my Math 110 teacher all this semester. I mean, after last year I'm not going to do very well in math, am I? I made sure I signed up for a section with an older male professor, and after the first class I just walked up to him after the first class and said I'd give him blowjobs in exchange for an A. He was a tough bargainer, he made me suck him off in his office right then before he'd even consider it."

Franco silently moved toward her. "That seems a bit ungrateful, demanding a blowjob up front."

She grinned and leaned forward, her tongue touching her upper lip. "I blow him after every class, and I get an A-minus. He's a hard grader, he doesn't give many A's, and he didn't want to arouse suspicion."

"I bet if you ask him in the middle of one of your blowjobs for an A, he'll give it to you."

She said, "If you bring that huge cock over here, I'll prove that I'd deserve it."

Sean watched with satisfaction as Franco stepped close enough for Samantha to wrap her hands around his cock. She'd condemned herself, in her own words, and that was always the best way. The beautiful redhead stroked Franco's enormous penis and her lovely lips parted. "Oh God, you're huge."

A deep, satisfied rumbled rose from Franco's chest. "Will I be the biggest you've ever had?"

She said, "Well, my high school boyfriend had a cock like a horse, but I dumped him a month ago. I can't wait to get fucked by a big, thick cock again."

Sean noticed that Eli was blushing a bit, and several of the brothers had smirks on their faces, but still no one made a noise. Eli's prodigious endowment was an endless source of jokes for the brothers, so her comment hadn't come as a surprise. But saying that she "dumped" Eli only strengthened the case against her. No one dumped an Omega. Ever. 

She pulled him closer, closer, until the fat head of his penis was just touching her lips. Her tongue shot out and caressed his tip, swirling over the head. He took a deep breath and relaxed. "I thought you liked cock. Why did you dump him?"

She licked and kissed his cock while she spoke. "There's more to a guy than his dick, even though he needs to be big enough. You're big enough, honey, believe me." She sucked him back into her mouth and took him deep into her throat before she released him again and continued, "He was a year older than me, and his freshman year he joins this big frat up here, they all think they're king shit. They think they're like anointed by God or something." She pinned his cock against his belly and gave the underside a long, moist French kiss. "He didn't know what I up to while he was here getting tortured half to death by his asshole brothers."

"What were you up to back home, you naughty girl?" Franco groaned.

She grinned up at him. "This. I made all sorts of new friends last year, too. Amazing how nice a boy will be to you after you do this to him." 

She bobbed her head up and down his shaft, and Franco let her go for a full minute, his eyes shut, obviously enjoying what she was doing to him. He let out a long sigh and shivered a bit. "Baby, you're good. You're very, very good."

She barely slowed down as she said, "I know. I want to show you how much pleasure I have to give to you." Again she used her lips to press his cock against his sculpted stomach and the sounds of her long sucking kisses seemed obscenely loud in the huge room. 




Revenge at Omega House



Franco took long, deep breaths, controlling himself. "So how did you end up with that other frat guy, the one I saw you with? What house did he belong to, Zeta?"

She swept her tongue under his helmet and for the first time Franco groaned, unable to deny the pleasure of it. "During Thanksgiving my boyfriend goes home and I go to this other frat house wearing one of his letter sweatshirts. I'd already decided to dump him, and this Zeta is in one of my classes and was always hitting on me, so I figured, let's see how much he likes me. Would he hit on me while I was wearing my boyfriend's letters?" 

"I guess he did," Franco said, leading her along, interrupting her again as she gave him head.

She let him slip from her lips again and smiled up at him. "I gave him a blowjob, and when he came he pulled out and came all over the sweatshirt. A bunch of his brothers watched us too, they took pictures of it, the Omega letters all splattered with semen. He has the picture on the desk in his room." She batted at Franco's fat cockhead with her tongue. "But compared to you, Damien's cock is like a pencil."

Now the had the name of the Zeta brother. Damien. Sean knew and despised him. Omega House would deal with him, very soon. The girl continued, "He'd fuck me and I barely felt him. Even when he fucked me in the ass it didn't feel like I had a man inside me."

"You had anal sex with him?"

"Omigod, I love it! If you want, you can fuck my ass, but first you have to be inside my pussy. I'll go insane if you don't fuck me." Her lips spread in a wry smile. "I'm a bad girl, aren't I?"

Franco let the disgust show on his face. "Yes, you are."

"And that's what you love about me?"

His lips curled in a cruel smirk. "Uh-huh."

So they had it from her own lips, enough to destroy her utterly. She'd admitted fucking that bastard from Zeta. They'd heard the stories from several sources, but now they had it from the sow's own lips. Now there would be no holding back, she would be shown no mercy. Sean rocked back on his heels and allowed the corner of his mouth to rise with satisfaction. Tonight would heal many wounds, and inflict just as many.

The brothers who surrounded the man and woman making love all had murder in their eyes. As one of the senior brothers it was Sean's responsibility to provide an example, and he kept his face impassive and made eye contact with as many of the young brothers as possible. No one broke the line, no one said anything. Now wasn't the time, and Sean was pleased to find that his brethren shared both his hatred and resolve.

The girl was devouring Franco now, sucking him faster and faster, deeper and deeper into his mouth. "Girl, you're GOOD," he groaned. "You give head like a pro."

"Maybe I should major in oral sex?"

"You don't need a degree to suck cock. You learn from practice."

She giggled. "Oh, I've had lots and lots of practice. Not that my old boyfriend even knew, but after he left I was very much in demand back in high school."

Sean wondered how a bright guy like Eli could get involved with a slut like this. But, he sighed to himself, this was a remarkably beautiful girl, and Eli was still very young and didn't know about the world, about the place that beautiful women held in the lives of smart, successful men. He would have to learn that lesson, and his education was the responsibility of the older, wiser brothers. Sean had to admit that he too had problems coping with women of extraordinary beauty, especially one in particular. Well, tonight would be an excellent lesson for them all.

Franco's muscular buttocks clenched and flexed as Samantha drove her lips down to the base of his shaft over and over again. "If I'd known you were this good, I would have let you suck my cock the first night we met."

She extracted his cock from her wet mouth and said, "I would have sucked you right there in the bar. I was creaming in my pants the second I saw you. I would have blown you in the bathroom or your car...I would've done anything you asked me to."

He put his hands on the side of her head and gently eased himself back inside her mouth. She took the hint and enthusiastically resumed blowing him.

"Mmm...mmm...uhhhhhh..." he rumbled as the girl's skilled lips and tongue pleasured him. "If you don't slow down I'm going come in your mouth."

"Oh, please, I want to taste you, I want to feel your come pour down my throat!"

"If I do that, I won't be able to fuck you. Not the way I want to, anyway." She moaned and pulled him deep into her mouth and Franco pulled his penis from her lips with a loud pop. He held his cock and beat it against her cheek. "Beg for it," he said, slapping his slick cock against her face. "Beg me to fuck you."

"Oh, pleeeese, PLEEEEEASE, fuck me with that big cock!"

"Beg me!"

She slid from the chair and got down on her hands and knees. "Oh God, I'm begging you, please fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Stick it in me and make me your whore. I'll do anything you want me to do, just fuck me!"

He kept hitting her with his cock, "Slap...slap...slap," and it took some discipline for Sean not to shift his hips and give his growing erection some friction. He'd never done that to a girl before, and he filed it away in a corner of his brain.

"Oh baby, please, don't you want to fuck me, don't you want to stick it inside me..."

He dropped the girl on the ottoman and her buttocks bounced off the cushiony leather. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge, her legs high in the air, her plump, juicy pussy obviously ready for him. He squatted down a bit and got his throbbing cock aligned with her hole.

"Baby, oh, baby," she moaned as his probe sought her opening, and when he found it and pushed home an animal cry escaped her lips. "UHHHHGH! Oh God, you're so fucking deep!"

Franco eased his cock out of her moist tunnel, and then slowly reinserted himself. He did this a half-dozen times, making her writhe in ecstasy. "Baby, just pound me, fuck my brains out."

"You wanna get fucked, you naughty girl?"

"Oh please, I want..."

Franco didn't let her finish. He slammed himself inside her, hard, so hard that she squealed with a combination of pain and surprise. Franco's thrusts were so violent that her asscheeks lifted off the ottoman, and a fierce smile creased her pretty face. "Ohhhh, baby, that's how I like it!" Her pert breasts jiggled lasciviously as Franco's powerful strokes echoed through her body. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" 

Franco lifted her off the ottoman and had her kneel on the chair, with her breasts pressed against the high padded back. He got in behind her, his knees under her ass, spreading her legs wide, and impaled her with his thick frank. "Ahhh, fuck, YES!" she screamed, using her arms to pull herself higher up the back of the chair, until her dainty breasts sat on the shelf formed by the squared-off chair, and her face contorted in a feral scowl as Franco started again with her. 

He gripped her left hip with one of his huge hands while the other snaked up her body to caress her stomach, her breasts, her throat. She grabbed his roaming hand and frantically pulled it to her lips, sucking one of his fingers into her wet mouth, her face a mask of sick lust.

And the cameras got it all, every second of it. Sean knew that the camera directly opposite the girl had her in close up, had every moan, every curse, every gasp of ecstasy. It would make very interesting viewing.

Franco pulled out and lifted her effortlessly by the waist. He flopped back in the chair and sat her down in his lap, her back against his chest. She reached down between their splayed legs, grabbed his cock, and fed his snake back inside her vagina. She slid down until Franco's dick was balls-deep inside her, and her head lolled back and she said, "You're so deep in me I can't STAND it!"

They started to fuck, Franco urging her on by saying, "Come on, girl, ride me, right that big cock!" Samantha put her hands on his powerful thighs and arched her back as she rose up and down his prodigious length. Her brilliant red curls fell in his face, and he kissed and bit at her shoulders as she rode him. He put his hands under her knees and helped her along, up and down, up and down, her firm breasts jiggling every time her buttocks smacked against his legs. At one point his dick slipped out from between her legs and Samantha moaned, "Noooo!" She reached down and gripped his cock, slick with her wetness, and pushed the head against her slot. She shifted her hips and he popped back inside. "Ohhh, God, you're so hard," she gasped. The camera situated before the two straining lovers got a fantastic view of their inflamed genitals grinding together.

"Oh, honey, you're the best ever. You're the best fuck I've ever had!" Franco reached down between her legs and diddled her clitoris with his fingers, and her whole body shook as he brought her to orgasm with his cock and slippery fingers.

"I love you, Franco!" she sobbed. "I've never said that to anyone and meant it before, but I love you." Tears spilled from under her blindfold. "I love you so much. And I can tell from the way you fuck me that you love me too."

A look of disgust and incredulity came over Franco's face. He put his hands back on her hips and started fucking her faster and faster. "Franco, please, please! Tell me you love me!"

"I'm getting close, baby," Franco said through gritted teeth. "Your pussy is gonna make me come."

"Please, please!" she shrieked, "I want to feel you explode inside me!"

"Inside you," he growled, "or all over your pretty face!?"

A crazed, evil grin creased her creamy lips. "Yes!" she crowed, exultant. "Come all over my face, come in my mouth, just spray your come all over me!

He pulled out, tossed her into the chair so she sat deep in its cushioned softness, and knelt on the edge of the seat He re-entered her that way, her ankles on his shoulders, his hands on her buttocks, lifting her pussy into the perfect angle, 

"Oh God, oh GGGGGGOOOOODDDD! You have every fucking inch in me, oh, God! Faster, fuck me faster! Fuck me like a whore!"

"You are a whore," he agreed. "I'd pay big money to fuck a slut like you."

She loved that. "Yes, fuck me like you paid for me, fuck me like I sold you my pussy, to fuck as hard as you want!

Franco blew heavy gusts of breath from his open mouth, sweat glistened on his face, which showed an intensity of concentration that had been absent until now. His hungry eyes stared at the girl's pert bobbing breasts, and at his thick penis, pumping away in the slippery churn between her legs. He was getting very, very close, and that meant it was time. The Master of the House raised his hand, and he and all the brothers pulled ski masks over their heads.

"Baby," Franco whispered. "Oh, baby, baby, you ARE a little whore, you're a little slut! You're a dirty little cunt and you know it!" 

"Yes! I'm a slut, I'm a dirty little cunt! Fuck it, fuck my cunt!"

He arched his back and fucked her even faster. ""Oh baby, yeah, baby!"

"Oh, honey, yes! YES! I can feel you swelling, you're getting harder and harder, you're gonna come soon!"

He grabbed her hips and crashed into her, blasting away at her slick pussy with his throbbing stick. "Here I come baby! You ready for it?"

"Ohh, ohh, yes!"

Franco's thrusts became more spastic, the rhythm gone as his clenching orgasm demanded release. He yanked his cock out of her pussy and leapt forward, pressing his quivering manhood to her lips. "UHHH, YEAAAH!" he groaned, jerking himself off in her face. Just before his cockhead exploded Samantha seized his prick in her hands and stroked him to orgasm. "On my face, honey, honey, on my...oh...OH!!" 

His first spasm poured a thick rope of come over her entire face, from her scalp down to her chin. She kept pumping him and he kept ejaculating, spurt after spurt of semen splashing over her cheeks, her nose, her forehead. She opened her mouth wide, tongue extended, and pulled his cockhead to her lips. He finished by pumping the rest of his load into her mouth, all the while exhorting her on, "Oh, baby, suck it, SUCK IT!"

His orgasm went on and on, nearly drowning her in semen, but at last he finished, and the girl collapsed back in the chair, wheezing, "Oh, Franco, that was so good, your come tastes so good...I love you so much. I've never had a man make my body feel so good, who knew how to make a woman feel so good." She kept her hands on his softening penis, gently caressing it, wiping away last dollops of his seed and bringing the sticky fingers to her mouth.

When she finally released her hold, Franco didn't hesitate. He backed away, and she sighed again and again, catching her breath, wiping away the clotted come drying on her flawless skin. "That was incredible, that was so incredible. That was the best fuck of my life." Her fevered breathing slowed, as she eased down from the intensity of the past fifteen minutes. While she collected herself, Franco pulled on a pair of grey sweats, a dark blue sweatshirt with the fraternity letters, and a ski mask. He took a place between two similarly dressed brothers. 

"Can I take the blindfold off, please?" she asked. "When we fuck again tonight I want to see you, I want to see your beautiful face and body while you make love to me."

"Go ahead, take it off," Franco said from his place in the circle. "Take it off."

She pulled the black sash up over her eyes, and pulled it through her fiery red hair. She blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting to the light. At first, there was no reaction. She expected to see her sexy lover standing there, nude, sweaty, and gorgeous, and instead she saw...she saw...she saw...

She looked left, looked right, and then spun around 180 degrees. The shock hit her hard. Her pale skin turned chalky, her lower lip trembled, she began panting as fast as she had in the midst of her climax. She turned around and around and around, spinning like a dog looking for a place to lie down. Her frantic blue eyes took in the scores of huge, malevolent figures standing at attention, surrounding her. She looked from face to hooded face, looking for pity, or kindness, and finding only menacing masked men tightening the circle around her.

"What...what...what...?" The poor girl dissolved in front of them, breaking down, free-falling into hysterics. She crouched down, trying to cover her breasts and crotch with her hands, hiding as much of her lovely body as possible. As though they hadn't already seen every square inch of it. 

Her wild eyes read the letters stitched on their chests, and she burst into tears. "Why are you doing this, please, please, just let me go, let me go..." Sobbing, she fell to her knees, still covering her breasts with her hands, trying to hide behind the ottoman.

But she was surrounded, there was nowhere to hide. The brothers took a step closer, tightening the cordon around her. "No, NO!" she sobbed, the tears streaming down her face. "Don't hurt me, please, please, don't hurt me!!" She buried her face against the ottoman, her terrified sobs echoing against the high ceiling. 

Then her face flashed up. "Eli, please, help me! Help me! Eli, please, honey, please, I love you, I love you, please...I know you love me, you would never hurt me..." She looked around and around, looking for the eyes of the boy she once promised to be true to. But the boy those eyes belonged to had changed immeasurably in the last fifteen minutes. She couldn't pick them out. "Eli! PLEASE!" 

One brother leaned closer than the other. "You fucking slut," he said, in a normal voice. This part was rehearsed, they each had a part to play. 

The girl's head shot up as the words were spoken, and she shook her head beseechingly. "No! No! That was all a lie, I just wanted to make him jealous, that's all!"

A brother said, "Slut!"

Another: "Fucking slut!"

Another: "Dirty fucking slut!"

And, another: "Dirty fucking cunt slut!"

It became a chant, a mantra of hate, each brother taking his turn, the taunts coming from in front of her, behind her, to her left, to her right. Her head jerked back and forth, she flinched after every insult, and her eyes now had the delirious glow of one caught in the depths of terror.

The brothers coalesced into a tight circle around her, maybe fifteen brothers in the front row, the others packed in tight behind them. And then started to chant, softly at first, and then louder, and louder, "Fucking cunt bitch! Fucking cunt bitch!! FUCKING CUNT BITCH!!"

Her eyes, once a sexy, sparkling blue, now appeared disconnected from her brain, and clouded over with a sickly opaque glaze. She was gone, now, gone with fear and humiliation. Her chin was tucked against her breastbone and she pressed her breasts and stomach against the ottoman. Sean watched closely as six specially-picked brothers moved in behind the girl and seized her arms and legs. They held her limbs gently, and when she started to struggle they let the girl exhaust herself with her spastic twists and turns. 

When she finally found voice and started to scream another brother stepped out from the crowd and, his touch almost a caress, placed a wide square of duct tape over her mouth. Her struggles became even more violent now that she couldn't scream, now that her only means of resistance was the squirming and thrashing of her body.

The brothers holding her arms and legs quickly solved that problem. More duct tape was produced, and they wound the sticky silver strips around her wrists and ankles, trussing her up tight. Even then she fought them, and they let her, let her writhe until she was still.

It was time, but the brothers waited, waited for Eli to end the ordeal. When he finally spoke, it was from behind a wall of his brothers, so that the girl could only hear his disgusted voice.

"You're a cunt," he said. "You're a cunt, you're mother's a cunt, and someday you're going to have a bunch of little cunt kids."

And now it was Sean's turn to speak. "Get this slut out of my house," he said. "Take her to the scumbag she spreads her legs for. Show them how Omega treats those who embarrass us."

Seventy-six voices shouted, "YES, SIR!" in unison. 

Sean watched his brothers march out of the house with military crispness, the girl carried aloft by six brothers in the center of the formation. All but a handful of brothers stayed behind, dismantling the platforms and downloading the video files into the computers. Several brothers, Sean included, slipped slender digital camera into their pockets. An event like this must be recorded for the house archives.

Sean followed the main group, a few paces behind, a general monitoring the maneuvers of his troops. The whole body marched in step down Fairmont Road, down the two blocks to Zeta House. The few people walking on the sidewalk quickly crossed the street when they saw the phalanx of masked men marching down the road. Sean wasn't worried about bystanders witnessing the dénouement of this episode. In fact, Sean wanted witnesses, as many as possible. The faster the news of Omega's revenge against this wayward bitch spread across campus, the better. 

There was a party in progress at Zeta House. Not a big party, maybe a hundred diehards who didn't care about their grades, or their futures. A dozen or so people stood outside the front door, people waiting to get in, couples looking for some fresh air and quiet so they could agree on arrangements for copulating later.

As Sean's brothers turned up the long walkway to the house they began the chant. "Omega...Omega...OMEGA...OMEGA!" they bellowed as loud as they could, their massed voices rising to the dark sky. The few people standing outside slowly started to back up, into the safety of the front door. This mass of tall, masked men marching on the house could only mean trouble, serious trouble. Their boots crunched the snow as they trod across the lawn, spoiling the smooth, peaceful whiteness that blanketed the lawn. 




Revenge at Omega House



"OMEGA! OMEGA! OMEGA!". The brothers massed together, their voices thundering against the brick face of the house, drowning out the music and voices from inside. Now faces peeked out of windows, to see what the hell was going on out of the front lawn. 

It took a full minute before the Zeta brothers assembled and walked into the night, to confront whatever threat loomed in front of their house. Sean could tell from their body language that they were nervous, and afraid. They had good reason-while Omega and Zeta had roughly the same number of active brothers, nearly the entire Omega brotherhood was mustered here tonight, while more than three-quarters of the Zetas were in their apartments, or with their girlfriends, or, hard as it might be to believe, studying in the library. Sean took several pictures of their pitiful stand.

"Get the fuck off our lawn," one of the Zeta's shouted, and was immediately drowned out by the relentless blare of "OMEGA! OMEGA!". Sean let his brothers exercise their lungs a few seconds more, and then he put two fingers in his mouth and whistled sharply. The chanting stopped. "Forward!" Sean said, and the mass of Omega's marched in step up the lawn to the front door.

The Zeta's spread out, but the Omega front was much too wide for them to cover. Sean watched as the Zeta brothers slowly backed up, obviously frightened, and he smiled with satisfaction. Now it was time to give them something to be afraid of. 

Ten feet before the front door the Omega's stopped. The six brothers holding the girl went to work on her with scissors, slicing the duct tape that bound her wrists and ankles. Sean waited long enough for them to cut her free, then said, "Zetas fuck the trash Omega throws away!" The six brothers marched forward, one of them tore the tape from her mouth, and they threw the girl, still nude, into the tall snowdrift that bordered the walkway. 

"FUCKING CUNT BITCH! FUCKING CUNT BITCH!" the brothers screamed, their voices not so disciplined now, the fury in their pulsating shrieks. The girl looked like she wanted to bury herself in the drift, but the ice and cold finally grew too painful, and she leapt to her feet and struggled through hip-deep snow like a fawn trying to sneak away from a looming wolf. Sean and several other brothers snapped pictures of her pathetic struggles. 

One Zeta found the courage to say, "This isn't over, Cavendish. We'll get you. Not tonight, but eventually."

Sean, standing in the middle of the pack so the Zetas couldn't identify him from his voice, said, "Oh, we're not done with YOU yet, believe me. This was just the beginning. And," he said, laughing loud enough for all to here, "if you cowardly sons-of-bitches are any indication, then we have nothing to fear."

He let his brothers laugh at this, then bellowed, "OMEGA!", and seventy other voices boomed, "OMEGA! OMEGA! OMEGA!" They left the Zeta House grounds at an even pace, not running away, but moving quickly. They kept up the chanting as they walked back to their house, a gloating shout of victory.

Back at the house the brothers quickly stripped off their masks and took off their sweatshirts, handing their gear to pledges who gave them mugs of coffee and hot chocolate in exchange. The mood was exuberant, but still controlled. As Sean had warned, Omega House had only taken a partial revenge tonight. There was still much work to do, but it could wait until after Finals Week. Now the brothers took a moment to enjoy tonight's success, laugh at the cowardice of the Zetas, and appreciate what they'd accomplished. 

Sean walked into the house's big dining room, where three brothers sat at the long oak table working on desktop computers. He stood behind them and watched as they used video editing software to turn the raw footage they'd shot with the three cameras into a most interesting movie. "Did you get it all?" he asked.

A young brother named Steven grinned. "Oh, we got a lot of great shots. Good picture quality, perfect sound, and some fantastic close-ups."

"How long will it take for you to get the final edit?"

"Maybe three, four hours. We have to digitally remove Franco's face, that'll take some time. We'll put about fifteen seconds of generic footage at the start, just shots of campus, stock video we have on file. Then we cut right to the good stuff. "

Sean nodded. "Don't spend more than three hours on it. It doesn't have to be perfect." He moved down the table to Larry, a brother addressing FedEx envelopes. "Where are we sending it?"

Larry checked his list. "Well, one tape to her parents, of course. Eli said her grandparents pay the bulk of her tuition, so they get a copy. She used to be a singer in her church back home, if you can believe that, so her priest gets one. We have the addresses for three of her best high-school friends and three girls who hated her, so they each get a copy. We're also sending copies to the head of her high-school cheerleading squad and the captain of the football team, to make sure it gets lots of play all over town."

"Good idea. Who else?"

He checked his list again. "We found the address for that high-school teacher on the 'Net, so one goes to his wife. Another two go to teachers her mother is friends with. Her professor isn't married, we know, so we'll send one to the President of the University and one to the dean of the mathematics department."

"No," Sean said. "Don't send one there. We'll blackmail the professor, threaten to expose him if he doesn't give us straight A's. We can also use it against the University in case something pops up in the future, threaten to release the tape to the local newspapers and expose one of their teachers trading sex for grades."

"I hadn't thought of that," Larry said, nodding with admiration. Then he went back to his list and said, "I think that's it. Do you want us to post clips on the 'Net, we could set up a website, post stills on the usual Usenet porn groups..."

"No, not yet. Later we might, but I think for now this will do." He clapped each young brother on the shoulder. "Good work. Get them out tonight for Monday delivery."

"Yes, sir," Larry said. "We'll finish in time."

Sean thanked them again and walked back into the big front room. He found the man he was looking for, and extended a hand. "You live up to your reputation, sir," he said, shaking Franco's hand.

"And so did you," Franco said. "It all went perfectly. You're planning and execution was flawless."

"The hard part was getting her here, and we accomplished that thanks to you."

Franco accepted this compliment with a nod. "To be honest, it didn't take much to get that girl on her knees. I'm surprised she's so thin, with all the come she swallows."

Sean laughed. "Indeed, indeed." He kept the jovial smile on his face as he asked, "So, was it as good as it looked?"

Franco grinned and showed his perfect teeth. "Better. She was one of the best I've ever had. She'll never go hungry with a body and a mouth like that. She's better than the pros I've fucked."

Sean nodded and extended his hand again. "I thought you were enjoying yourself." The two men shook, and as he took his leave Sean turned and said, "Oh, I heard you and your wife are expecting again?"

The handsome man beamed with delight. "That's right, we're due in March. We already have a boy and a girl, so I don't care what flavor we get this time. We can't wait."

"Congratulations, and be sure to let us know when the baby's born."

"I will, I will. I'm going back home tomorrow, I told my wife my business trip would take ten days, so she'll be happy to get me back a few days early."

"It's a testament to your skills," Sean said. "She's a very lucky woman."

"No, I'm a very lucky man. If you met my wife, you'd understand what I mean. You'll have to come visit us, we'll show you around San Francisco."

"That sounds great. I'll try to clear my calendar...maybe next October? Give you enough time to get settled with the baby."

They shook hands again, and Sean took his leave and cut across the room. The house was clearing out, brothers heading back to their apartments to study or turn in. Sean found Clay lecturing a group of young brothers and interrupted. "We need to be on high alert for the rest of the week."

"Yes, sir. I was just telling these gentlemen that we need to be careful. Always travel in groups of three, at least. Let your girlfriends know that there's a problem, and we'll arrange for escorts for them too."

"Excellent. Security here at the house has to be airtight. They'll make a move on us here, eventually."

"Yes, I know. I'll be in touch with our moles inside Zeta, they should be able to give us advance warning. When they come, we'll be ready."

"I know we will," Sean said. "Carry on."

The house was slowly clearing out, and Sean paced back and forth, talking to everyone, gauging each brother's mood. Standing near the door was a freshman brother named Brad, a tall, athletic boy who was in the last pledge class. He stood alone, a smile frozen on his face. Sean took his time wondering over to him, not spooking him. When he suddenly appeared at Brad's side the young man blinked with surprise. "Oh, hello, sir" he said.

"Good evening, Brad. Could you help me move some chairs from the dining room to the kitchen?"

"Of course, sir." He followed Sean to the dining room and carried two of the heavy wooden chairs to the kitchen. 

"Have a seat," Sean said.

"What?" the boy asked, wary, suddenly afraid. 

Sean sat down and crossed his legs. "Sit, please." Brad folded his lanky frame in the chair and sat with his hands on his knees. "Relax!" Sean laughed. "This isn't an interrogation."

Brad eased back a bit. Sean said, "What happened today, with the girl-it bothered you, didn't it?"

"No, sir, not at all," Brad protested.

"Yes, it did. It's written all over your face. And I know what to look for because the first time I saw something like this I had the same expression frozen in place. That look of disbelief and horror."

Brad looked at his shoes. "We're going to destroy that girl's life. I don't know if its right to do that."

"You're correct, it's not right," Sean said. "What we're doing is harsh, and absolutely ruthless."

"Then why send the tapes? Why not stop right now and leave her alone?"

Sean recrossed his legs. "The Romans had a word that they often used, dignitas. It's like the word dignity, but the meaning was more intense, more important. Roman nobility drew their dignitas from their families, their honored ancestors. Every important decision they made was first examined through the lens of dignitas. Would a marriage enhance their dignitas? Would allowing an insult from a man of lesser family to pass without comment diminish their dignitas?" 

Sean paused to make sure he had Brad's full attention. He did, and so continued. "Your dignitas was not just a reflection of your own status. It affected your ancestors, and your future progeny. Once gained, dignitas was the most precious gift of all. Once lost, it was almost impossible to regain."

Sean leaned forward. "The fact that Eli's girlfriend dumped him is of no consequence. It's his problem, to deal with as he sees fit. But when she fucked that scum from Zeta, when she let him ejaculate on our letters, she insulted every Omega. You, me, Franco, the brothers who lived in this house fifty years ago, the brothers who will live here fifty years from now."

The boy was nodding, and Sean said, "You want to be a lawyer, is that right?" Brad nodded, and Sean said, "When you graduate, Omega alumni will help you get into the law school of your choice. When you pass the bar, the best firms in the nation will outdo themselves trying to hire you, because you are an Omega. Men you don't know, whom you've never met, will bend over backwards to help you realize your dreams. Because you are their brother. Because you are an Omega."

Sean's eyes locked on Brad's. "When someone insults us, it affects the dignitas of every Omega. You, me, the men who will help your career, the little boys starting first grade next year who will come to you someday for help. We have to defend the dignitas of our brotherhood, each of us, every single day."

Brad was nodding now. "So, what we're doing to her, it's not because of what she did to Eli."

"Exactly, Brad. Exactly. The punishment is so severe because she has to pay for the injury she did to all of us." 

Brad's nodding became more animated. "That fucking bitch," he said.

The lesson learned, Sean stood and Brad leapt to his feet. "Thank you, sir."

Sean shook his hand. "No, thank you, brother."

One more duty to perform. Sean waited until the house was nearly empty before he approached Derek, who was Eli's big brother, his sponsor within the fraternity. Eli was Brad's sponsor, and Sean saw a thread of weakness in this line that he wanted to draw out before it became a more serious problem.

"A pleasant diversion before finals?" Derek asked when Sean got his attention.

"Not so pleasant," Sean snapped. "A waste of our valuable time. And I hold you responsible."

"Me? Why?"

Sean felt his face flush. "Stand at attention before me! And when I put a question to you, you say 'Yes sir!'."

The smile instantly left Derek's face. "I'm sorry, sir."

"You're supposed to mentor Eli, to be a firm guiding hand. Wouldn't you say that tonight's exhibition was a poor reflection on your leadership?"

"Yes, sir."

"Add to that the fact that I just had a conversation with Brad and had to explain why our destruction of that bitch wasn't a despicable act, and you can understand why we're having this conversation. Because I shouldn't be having conversations with Eli and Brad. You should," Sean said, driving his index finger hard into Derek's chest. "And if you don't start pulling your weight, the next time we have one of this exhibitions you'll be the star." 

Derek swallowed hard. "I understand, sir. I'll be more proactive."

"Good. Good. That's what I want to hear. And what I'll be looking for." He leaned close. "I'll be looking very, very closely."

Twenty minutes later the house was quiet. Only the brothers who lived there stayed behind, and most of them were in their rooms, studying. A call had been placed to the police to keep an eye on the Zetas, and since the Omega's paid the local constabulary a tidy yearly stipend their own house was well-protected. There would be no trouble tonight. 

Sean couldn't concentrate. He was blocked, he sat before his laptop and the words wouldn't come. He knew the symptoms, knew what he had to do to shake off this malaise. He grabbed his coat and knocked on the bedroom door of the Master of the House.

"I'm going out."

Clay looked up from his physics textbook. "I don't think that's wise, sir."

"I'll be careful."

"I'll pick two brothers to go with you."

"Not necessary. If I'm not back in 2 hours call the Marines."

"I have to ask, where are you going?"

"To see Lindsay. And then to visit our friends."

An almost imperceptible smile flashed for a second across Clay's lips. "Very good, sir."

"No needs to know about this," Sean said, grinning despite himself.

"No one will," Clay said, and turned back to his book.

Sean drove his Ford Explorer into town, checking his rear-view mirror every ten seconds and finding no tailing headlights. He stopped in a convenience store and bought two pints of ice-cream, one butter pecan, the other mint chocolate chip. He drove down College Avenue and stopped at a large, L-shaped apartment building. Before Sean got out of the truck he dialed a number and waited. A soft, dreamy voice said, "Hello?"

"It's me," Sean said, trying to keep the excitement from his voice. "Is it OK if I come over?"

"You know it is, always."

"I'll be there in twenty minutes. Be ready." He hung up without waiting for a reply, aware that his brusqueness masked a towering desire. He tried to put it out of his mind as we walked into the apartment building

The girl who opened the door to Apartment 201 was tall, dark-haired, and lovely. She wore a gray sweatshirt and jeans and her silky hair was pulled back in a ponytail, but she was still a knockout. She leaned against the door, resting her forehead against a raised arm. 

"I thought you had a paper to write."

"Maybe I missed you too much to concentrate." He held up the bag. "Got time for a snack?"

She peeked inside the bag. "For butter pecan? Oh yes." 

Sean sat on the leather sofa and watched Lindsay scoop ice cream into two small glass bowls. He observed her carefully, critically, and tried again to decide if he should marry her. They'd dated for almost two years and he knew he couldn't find a better woman to be his wife. Lindsay was beautiful, intelligent, ambitious, and of good family. She wanted to be a college professor, an acceptable occupation for the spouse of a man like him. She would be a good mother to his children. And he knew she loved him very much.

She looked in the bag and pulled out the second pint. "You know I don't like mint chocolate chip."

"It's not for you," he said. "It's for a friend."

"Oh," she said, and without further comment put it back in the bag. And that was the moment when he decided that he would marry Lindsay. Because she knew not to ask questions. She didn't ask him what friend. She didn't ask if he was going to see this friend tonight. She didn't ask because she already knew the answers to her questions. And she knew not to ask them. She knew the rules of the game, and was content to play her role.

And as he watched her bring him his ice cream, he decided that the role she would play the rest of her life would be that of Lindsay Cavendish, wife.

She frowned at him with mock concern. "Such a serious expression."

He smiled. "Just tired. And we had some trouble with the Zetas tonight."

"Oh, them," she said, rolling her eyes. "Nothing serious, I hope."

"We took care of it." 

That was the extent of her curiosity. When he finished his ice cream Sean kissed his future wife and took the mint chocolate chip with him. He drove up Shortledge Road into campus, to the low, three-story dorms that dotted the west side. He parked in front of the building at the far left and strode into the lobby. Greek Alphas painted on the walls marked this dorm as the home of the school's most prestigious "face" sorority, where one hundred striking young women set the campus standard for beauty, fashion, and haughtiness. 

Male students were not permitted to enter female dorms without an escort, but Sean was not an ordinary student. The girl sitting at the desk in the lobby recognized him, and a slow smile illuminating her gorgeous face. "Sean, I'm surprised to see you out tonight."

He pressed the elevator button and sat on the desk, crossing his legs, smiling down at the girl. "What's your name again?" Putting the girl in her place.

The wattage of her smile dropped by half. "Kelly."

Sean nodded, smiling patiently. "Is that with an I or a Y?"

Her cheeks reddened. "With a y."

"Oh, yes, that's right," Sean said. He waited a beat, then he said. "We've had sex, right? I'm pretty sure I remember..."

She flushed crimson. "Yes, we did. It was after the Texas game, there was a big party at the house, you invited me to your room..."

He smiled and nodded. "That's right, I remember now. That's the night you lost your virginity, right?"

"Yes, Sean."

The elevator dinged. "Kelly, when you address me, you say, 'Yes, sir'."

When he walked in the lobby the woman sitting at the desk had been a sexy, confident seductress. Now she was a trembling little girl close to tears. As he walked in the elevator, his eyes boring into hers, she said, "I'm sorry, sir," and thankfully the steel doors slid shut before he lost control of his face and started laughing. "Girls," he sighed.




Revenge at Omega House



This time his destination was Room 307, second to last on the left side of the hall. He knocked three times, and shifted his hips to give his burgeoning erection room to grow. When the girl inside opened the door his penis leapt like a porpoise breaking the surface. She was young, just 18, with the dewy, succulent lushness teenage girls possess. Her hair was platinum blonde, her lips full and pillowy, her blue eyes were deep, dark, and dim. As beautiful as her face was, it was her body that made Sean painfully stiff between his legs. She wore a pale purple teddy with an embroidered paisley pattern and a gauzy wrap around her shoulders. Her impossibly full breasts floated high inside the half-cups of her teddy, and her hips curved out into the perfect rounds of her buttocks. Sean's mouth went dry as his eyes ate her up. 

"Amber, darling, how are you?" he said tenderly, and kissed each of her beautiful cheeks before printing a kiss on her glossy lips. "How is your paper coming?"

The girl focused her blue eyes on his chin. "Not too bad."

"Do you want me to go over it for you?"

"No, that's OK."

He took her face in his hands and kissed her again. "Darling, it's no trouble."

She led him to the computer sitting on her desk. Neither of them mentioned the fact that the only thing she wore was an expensive piece of lingerie. Sean pulled the mint chocolate chip ice cream out of the bag and handed it to her. "I brought your favorite," he said.

The beautiful girl's smile was sweet and earnest. "That was so nice of you, Sean. Thank you so much."

Another kiss, and he said. "Have a little snack, and I'll look this over."

He rushed through her paper, rewriting practically the whole thing on the fly. She sat on a chair behind him, her long legs crossed at the knee, spooning ice cream into her pink, warm mouth. My God, this girl excited him. One of the prime benefits of being a senior Omega brother was selecting an Alpha pledge to serve as your mistress for the year. The brother was expected to treat the girl as a man would treat any paramour, with gifts and expensive dinners and shopping excursions. The girl, and they all were girls, none over 19, gave the men what they had to offer-themselves.

As the president of the fraternity, Sean had first choice of the girls. He remembered that night, walking up and down the halls of the Alpha dorms in silk pajamas and slippers, sipping from a snifter of brandy, feeling all the world like Hugh Hefner. He carefully examined each girl, imagining her sucking him, sitting on him, down on all fours and looking over her shoulder as he mounted her. 

When he saw Amber, the other ninety-nine girls might as well have been pieces of furniture. She was so beautiful, so sexy, so indescribably juicy that he felt a sudden frisson of fear that some other brother might take her away from him. He walked right up and took her hand, kissing it with a formal bow. "My name is Sean," he told her, loud enough that everyone up and down the halls could hear. "I'd like to get to know you better." He kissed her cheek, and looked down the hall at the envious faces of his brethren. She looked just as he hoped-nervous, apprehensive, but agreeable. She said, "I would like that very much." He led her into her suite, and locked the door behind them.

During their conversation she admitted her virginity, explaining that she'd waited because she wanted to give herself to a man, not some high-school boy. It took all of Sean's self-control not to fall on his knees and sing hosannas to the heavens. He didn't deflower her right then and there, that would have been bad form. He did that two weeks later, in a luxurious hotel room, the bed strewn with rose petals, candelabra in each corner of the room providing warm, flickering light. 

He tried to make the event as memorable as possible, and succeeded, except for the matter of his own performance. Less than a minute after penetrating her he exhausted his patience and poured himself hot and thick inside her. He did not apologize for his haste, of course, letting her think that this was normal. But he didn't forgive himself, or, more to the point, he didn't forgive HER. She excited him so much that he couldn't restrain himself, and every time he made love to Amber he found himself exploding inside the velvety cavity between her legs before he could fully savor the sensation.

There was, however, one sure way to re-establish his self-esteem. When he finished editing he said, "Come here, darling." She set the carton on the floor and snuggled into his lap. "You're paper was very good."

"Was it?" she asked, biting her lower lip and almost making Sean sick with lust. He wanted to be inside her, he wanted his penis between her legs, but he took a deep breath and controlled himself. He kissed her, his tongue gently fencing with hers, tasting mint chocolate chip and the mysterious sweetness of her mouth. She slipped the straps of the teddy from her smooth shoulders and offered him her dark brown nipples. "Make love to me," she whispered.

He nuzzled the deep cleavage between her breasts, inhaling her scent, before his mouth moved to her nipples. She cooed softly and ran her fingers through his hair as he sucked and nibbled at her. "Fuck me, please," she sighed. "I want you to fill me up inside."

Sean took one last deep breath. "I want to fill up your mouth, darling. You thought the ice cream was your dessert, didn't you?" He shook his head. "No, your dessert is right here," he said, patting his crotch.

Her face went pale, her bottom lip quivered. She didn't dare refuse him, even the idea of insubordination wouldn't flash through that lovely, empty head. But her distaste was apparent. "I'm waiting," he barked, and she jerked at the sharpness in his voice.

"I'm sorry, Sean," she said, sliding to her knees, nesting between his legs. She unzipped him, pulled down his pants and boxers. He was so ready that the head of his penis was already slick with his lubrication. Sean watched raptly as her warm little hand closed around the shaft of his cock. Just her touch was enough to elicit a tiny gasp. "Let me make you feel good," she said, her blue eyes so gentle, so loving.

She lowered her head into his lap, her lips closed around the bulbous head, and she began sucking him. Sean gasped again, this time much longer and louder. He kept his eyes locked between his legs, at the beautiful girl whose mouth slid up and down his penis, giving him more pleasure than he'd ever experienced in his life. She was very good at performing oral sex, having learned the art from the older Alphas, and combined with her beauty and overt sexuality she soon had him writhing in the chair.

"Amber, darling, yes," he whispered. Her mouth made loud slurping noises, she knew he liked to hear the wet sounds of her mouth loving him. Sean remembered the girl sucking on Franco's enormous dick, her lust for him, her desire to have his meat in her mouth. Breathing through his mouth, Sean wondered if Franco had enjoyed performing for them, showing off his sexual prowess, the enormity of his penis. Sean imagined himself fucking Amber in front of her brothers, fucking her so hard, and for so long, that she whimpered and cried and begged for his semen to soak her insides.

"Oh!" he moaned as her warm mouth and stroking fingers broke him yet again. "Oh, Amber, I love you, you know that, right?"

She looked at him, her eyes so big and innocent. "I love you," he moaned, and hated himself. Every time he climaxed with Amber he couldn't help himself, he told her over and over again that he loved her. Whether he did or not wasn't the point-he should control himself, and he couldn't.

He didn't want to come yet, but Amber's patient cocksucking was more than he could bear. Then he remembered Franco, beating that bitch with his dick, and he frantically pulled his penis from her mouth and slapped it against her face. "Oh!" she said, surprised, as he smacked his cock against her soft cheek. His penis didn't make as loud a sound as Franco's enormous shlong, but it excited Sean tremendously.

"Beg me!" he groaned. "Beg me for my cock!"

"Please, pleeese! Let me blow you, let me make you feel good!"

He kept hitting her, until he tapped his cockhead against her lips, and she kissed his purple helmet. "Please," she moaned. "I'm on my knees, I'm begging you, please..." Her tongue caressed him and his whole body twitched. He couldn't believe how much he loved smacking her with his cock, couldn't believe she liked it, couldn't believe this exquisite girl was his, all his...

"Suck it!" he panted, and Amber teased him with her tongue for just a few seconds more before burying her nose in his pubic hair, deep throating him with such enthusiasm that his eyes rolled back in his head. .

"Oh, honey, don't stop, don't stop..."

She pulled her mouth away and furiously pumped his slippery cock. "NO!" he roared, and seized her head with both hands. He stuffed his penis between her lips and humped her face. She squeezed her eyes tight as he erupted. "OH! OH! Honey, honey...OH!" He let out a cowlike sound of joy. "I love you so much, yes! Suck me!"

His penis erupted in her mouth, an enormous flood of semen flowed into her loving mouth, she kept her head moving up and down even as he jerked and moaned in the throes of his climax. He couldn't help himself, he looked into her eyes and moaned, "I love you, I love you..." 

His orgasm finally ended, but his heart still pounded, his body still tingled, and he still held Amber's lovely face in his hands. His penis still filled her mouth, which was now also filled with something else. She tried to pull her head back, but he held her fast. "Swallow it," he said.

He waited, but she refused him. A single tear fell from her cheek. Her face flushed red, she couldn't breathe through her mouth with him stuffed there. A hot rage boiled inside him. "SWALLOW!" he demanded.

At last, unable to fight it any longer, she obeyed. Her throat clenched, once, twice, and then a final time. Sean's anger left just like that, he sat back in the chair and his doughy penis slipped from her lips. More tears streaked her golden face, and he reached out and tenderly brushed them aside. 

"That wasn't so bad, now was it?" he asked. She shook her head no. "It gets easier every time?" She nodded. "You know how much I like that, don't you?" Another nod. "Good. That's good."

He stood, pulled up his boxer and jeans, and helped her to her feet. She was a bit unsteady, and he put his arms around her and held her close. "Why don't you go and freshen up a bit?" he whispered into her ear. He released her from his embrace and she ran to the bathroom, where he heard her brushing her teeth. When she returned, he kissed her on the lips and said, "I'm sorry, darling, I have to go."

"So soon?" she said, and the disappointment on her face cut him to the quick. 

"I'm afraid so. I have to study, and so do you." He hugged her again, holding her close, his chin on the top of her head, and he inhaled the fragrance of her hair. "We had some trouble tonight with one of the other fraternities, so some of my friends will be walking you to class and making sure no one bothers you."

"Will I see you before the break?" she asked.

He wanted to say no. He should say no. He should let her pine for him during the Christmas break, show this girl that she had no hold on him whatsoever. But he couldn't help himself. "Of course, darling. Of course." He kissed her on each cheek, the on the lips. "Good night," he said.

Sean did not immediately leave the Alpha dorm. He walked to the big suite on the second floor and knocked. The girl who opened the door was Sean's age, a busty redhead with what are called blowjob lips. This girl, Sean knew from experience, was not at all squeamish about swallowing semen.

"Is Liz here?" he said.

The redhead's moist, plump lips spread into a seductive smile. "Yes, she is, do..."

"Get lost," he said, and walked right past her. The woman he was looking for was lying on a couch, watching some nighttime soap opera. She was tall, thin, and elegant, her black hair chopped into a chic array of spikes. "Study break?" he sneered.

"Sean, how nice to see you," she said, her voice a confident purr. He loomed over her, his expression pitiless. Her smile wavered. "How can I help you?" she asked, and Sean glared at her until she added, "sir?"

"Next time that girl up there refuses to do her duty I'm bringing my brothers up here and we're going to see how many men you can satisfy in a night. I've just about had it with your lack of leadership."

She looked frightened, and that pleased Sean, it put his feet back on the ground. "I'm sorry, I'll take care of it personally."

"I want her to do it happily. Enthusiastically. I want her begging me to let her do it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, of course, I'm sorry, sir."

He turned and left her room without another word. He felt good, almost exhilarated. But in the lobby he ran into three of his brothers-Eli, Brad, and Derek. Sean was taken aback, embarrassed that he'd been seen in this place on this night, it made him look weak. But Derek saved him. He said, "I decided to act on your suggestion tonight, sir. I thought it was best to get these two back in the saddle right away. Were you making the arrangements for us?"

Sean smiled. "I was. Go up and see Liz, I just got done speaking to her. Tell her I sent you, tell her," he smiled evilly, "tell her I sent you three to inspire her to do a good job for me. She'll understand." His brothers beamed with surprise and delight, and Sean motioned them closer. "And really give it your all." He looked each young man in the eye to make sure he was understood, and they nodded back with enthusiasm.

The three young brothers, excited at the thought of fucking one of the senior sisters, and the head of the Alphas at that, fairly ran through the lobby to the staircase. Sean walked out into the cold, clear night, filled his lungs with fresh air, and blessed the stars twinkling above. What a wonderful world. What a remarkable night. 



Revenge at What Price



Alex breathed heavily, sighing for the thousandth time as his eyes stared into the screen. His eyes burned as they began to water, as they surveyed everything on the screen again. After one more long breath and sigh he turned away as he ran his fingers through his thick hair. He rustled his own hair as he began to rethink his career choices like did every day, He knew his time was limited until that certain woman would make her way around and give him hell again. He turned swiveling in the chair back staring at the screen. His hands began to sweat as he looked at the time. He looked around the cubicles making sure the witch wasn't on her way yet. Finally after staring at the same line of codes for hours, he saw it the break, the bug. He moved quickly holding the delete button as he typed quickly. The ticking of his keyboard blocked out the certain sound of heels on linoleum. Then he heard it the screech he had learned to dread. 

"Still not done, I give you one task, one simple task to complete, everyone one else was way ahead on their fifth or sixth." Her voice drifted off in his head, after a while it always turned into a low pitched wine. She would always talk loud enough to make sure to get the entire offices attention. He could feel everyone eyes burning on him, whether it is pity, or shame the attention was enough to piss him off. His fingers dug into the rests of the chair as he gritted his teeth; he tried to ignore her it was always the best thing to do, but she definitely made it difficult for him. His eyes turned to see her face, that same smile she always had, the same one that drove him crazy. She was the only person he knew who could smile while the belittled and yelled at someone. "Sometime I don't even know why I keep you around, how hard is your job really." He turned fully to face her, it wasn't enough that she was a total bitch, but she was absolutely gorgeous. She looked like a fairy tell princess, long golden blonde hair draped down her back, a sharp thin face, and deep pool blue eyes. Her small frame exaggerated her curves. She looked like she should be modeling not terrorizing the office. Finally she had enough as she turned leaving Alex sitting in his chair an angry stew, His eyes stared at her tight ass as she walked away, something about the way she talked to him he wanted to fuck her so much more, to make her his bitch. 

He mumbled under his breath "You'll get yours Beth".

Alex turned back to his screen as he began working on his next project when he heard another set of footsteps approach. He watched as a friend moved sitting on his desk as she shook his head. The young man spoke as Alex never turned away from his desk, "I can't understand why she hates you so much, I thought your one of the best buggers here. But she really does hate you wow, public humiliation." Alex glared at his friend from the corner of his eye, trying his best to focus on his work before he gets yelled at again. His friend rambled on about this and that, almost all of his words lost upon Alex's deaf ears. Until finally "You she should see her house to man it's crazy, it's hard to believe how little she pays us." Alex's head snapped back as he stared at his friend for a second. 

"You're telling me you know where she lives? Where!" His voice rose to a point he didn't mean it to go but from the first second he began to plan his revenge. 

"Yea its down a ways from Stone Street, but you really can't miss it, the place is huge" his friend retorted without even thinking of why Alex would be so curious. 

"You just made my day man" Alex quickly hugged his friend as he went back to work with a new vigor he hadn't had in a long time, his friend wondered off felling weird after the hug. 

The rest of the day flew by; he had hardly seen Beth the entire day, but out of the corner of his eye as she made her passes. His mind imagined tying her up, taking her doggy style punishing her like the bitch she was, he knew deep down he could never be so brave, but the fantasy caused his cock to ache in his pants. He had hardly even noticed the day go buy as people began to leave their cubicles as he grabbed his things heading to his car. Just as he was about to walk out the door he felt his phone vibrate, his eyes read the screen as he quickly replied with a smile, "Hey sorry have to cancel, some work stuff came up, but this could totally change my work life" The reply was quickly answered "Well good luck, see you later." With that final look he headed into his car. 

Alex's hand shook as he stared at the house before his, a large country home made of bricks with stone pillars at the entrance, along the way was a long gravel driveway with a new ford truck in it. The house was beautiful, large enough that some people could even call it a mansion. She was beautiful, rich, and a cunt. It all didn't seem fair, how she could live this way after everything she put him through, the way she acted. He felt his phone vibrate as he silenced it, reaching into his car as he pulled out a metal baseball bat. He drew closer to the car as gripped the bat swinging into the headlights, each swing making his blood beat faster. After smashing every headlight he moved to the tires stabbing each one flat. He breathed heavily as she turned away from the car as he headed back to his car grabbing a carton of eggs. He took the egg in his hands and threw it as hard as he could into the house. He smiled as he heard the egg it the house. Although it could be said that it was hard to notice on such a huge house each one mattered to him, as if every egg could replace the rude comments.. He turned around going back for more eggs. His mind was so clouded with revenge, all he could hear was his heart beating inside his ears. His was so distracted that he wouldn't hear a door close, the clicking of heels, or the sound of a bat being lifted from a rock drive way. Alex laughed one last time as he bent down his hand reaching for a fresh egg. He threw it waiting for the sound of the egg to hit but what he heard was something else the sound of the baseball bat hitting the back of his head. 

He awoke to the ringing inside his head, everything blurred as his head pounded the room spinning around him. Through cracked eyes he tried to make sense of the room, a dark bedroom very bare. His eyes saw the cushioned bed, a nightstand, a camera on a nightstand standing right infront of him with a blinking red light. He realized quickly that the camera was pointed at him and filming. His hands moved to grip his head as he felt the cuffs around his wrist. He tried to move feeling all of his limbs chained to the corners of the bed. He pulled at his leather cuffs trying to get free until his wrists ached. He finally gave up all hope of freedom disappearing as he waited to be murdered. He wondered what sick person would do this to him or more so what they would do to him. 

His eyes looked around the room wondering just where he was as he heard a door close as he heard heels head into the room. His eyes glued to the door way as he heard them get closer. He struggled to breathe as his eyes watched as Beth walked in. Her golden blonde hair was braided down her back, her eyes smoked with dark red lips. Her pale skin glowed under her dark makeup; black leather corset clung to her skin as her huge breast hung over. The dress clung to her every curve showing off her amazing figure. Her garter led to long dark stocking down her long gorgeous legs to her tall open toed heels. Alex's eyes were mesmerized by the woman in front of him, his eyes unable to pull his way from her long legs. He always thought she looked like some sexy princess, yet now she was something different the hottest woman he had ever seen dressed as a dominatrix She grew closer as he remained breathless, trying to speak unable to understand the situation. Just as he was about to find the words her voice rang out different before, strong, powerful, and controlling. "You have been bad, I could have forgiven the eggs, but what you did to my car that's unforgivable, you'll have to pay."

Alex moved pulling against his chains with all his might as he tried to stand up to defend himself. His head pounded as he felt dizzy even trying to think. He opened his mouth," no that wasn't me, it..." Only seconds from him opening his mouth he felt her hand come across his face sending he back on his back. The hit increased his dizziness as he tried to steady his body. Beth moved closer as she stood right before the bed her hands close to Alex's face ready to show him what happens when he talked back. Her body leaned over him as her chest leaned over showing more of her cleavage. Despite all the pain he was in his cock ached inside his pants, he could not have been more turned on. 

Her red lips curled in a devious smile as he shut his mouth. She withdrew her hand from his face as she put her hands on his chest. "You're going to pay, I saw what you did, and I also know that you don't have enough money to pay for my car so you're going to pay me back another way." Alex's head still spun around from the slap but everything he heard confused him. He hated her with all of his being, but something about her attracted him in such a way that drove him crazy. Her hand slowly traced down his chest to his stiff cock that tented in his boxers. "Aww isn't that cute, but you've got the wrong idea." She moved as her hand lifted the corset revealing a huge veiny cock. It hung below her dress limp easily two times the size of his own six inch cock. Alex's eyes bulged as he pulled against his chains again not daring to open his mouth. Slowly everything she had said came to his mind as he panicked pulling like crazy trying to escape. 

Beth smiled more as she watched him try to escape, watched as his futile attempt to escape and the hope inside him began to fade. Her hands moved across his chest as her nails traced up his body to his face. He fought her and tried pull away as she slapped him again making sure to get his attention. Her cock began to grow watching his struggle, watching him give up control and hope. Her blood boiled fighting to pace herself and fully enjoy it. "That's right you sissy, let me show you how to use a real cock." She moved closer up the bed as she sat on his chest her cock running up his chest until it laid right before his lips. Her hand slid up his face as she grabbed his hair pulling hard until he cried out as she moved pushing her thick cock inside his mouth. She pushed her hips forward burying her cock down into his throat. She moaned loudly rocking her hips back and forth pushing further, trying to shove more of her huge cock down his throat. 

Alex choked as he tried to fight it, tears ran down his face as he tried to catch his breath. Her cock buried deep as she buried it down to the balls. Alex gasped and coughed as every second made his head spin as he fought to breath. After a few minutes she stopped pulling her cock from his mouth. He panted trying to catch his breath wondering if she was going to kill him. His eyes stared at her cock hardly able to believe the size of it. The cock was fully hard, curved nearly sitting nearly 10 inches, nearly three inches wide, putting his own meat to shame. Her voice rang out as she held out her hand closer to his face holding his gaze. He flinched tight ready to be smacked again but it never came. "You're going to suck my cock like the little bitch you are, or I'm going to shove it down again, understand?"

Alex nodded his head lightly as she moved pushing her cock against his lips smearing precum across his lips. Alex breathed heavily as the musky smell overwhelmed his senses. He moved to the base as his tongue ran from the base to the head. His tongue traced every edge of the head as he flicked at her whole. He waited until the first moan to tightly wrap his lips around the head as he slowly bobbed his way down her shaft. His eyes turned toward Beth seeking her approval as he watched her head lean back as her whole back arched. He sucked lightly as his tongue danced around the head, as the cock spasmed filling his mouth with precum. The salty taste filled his mouth as he moved deeper his tongue licking the bottom as he took it half way down rewarding him with more cum. He felt Beth's hand grip his hair as she pushed his head further down her cock. He felt disgusted and dirty and gay, and yet his cock ached to get free from his boxers, he pulled at his chains wishing to touch it. The faster he went the more precum filled his mouth, the salty taste driving him crazy even turning him on. His lips sunk deeper as the cock began to sink down his throat until he had eight inches, quickly coming back to the head sucking lightly, before taking it down even further than before. 

Beth began to go crazy as she thrust her hips pushing further until she felt Alex's nose hit her pubes, as she ground her cock down his throat. She grabbed his head holding him there as her cock balls tightened, his face turning blue, but it was so close. Alex felt the last breaths leave him as he felt the cock tighten in his mouth as load after load of cum filled his mouth as he fought to swallow all of it. Finally Beth pulled her cock from his mouth as his head fell back against the pillows staring at the celling. His head spun as he tried to wrap his head around everything that happened, his cock ached so bad he could hardly remember being so horny. His mouth filled with cum he couldn't taste anything else. The sight of Beth's face when she came burned into his mind, so distracted he hardly noticed that same cock growing closer to him. His eyes drifted as he felt Beth lift his legs pulling his boxers finally letting his cock free, her cock laid next to his putting him to shame. Her cock lowered as he felt her huge head push against his tight whole. He panicked and fought again with what little strength he had left to no avail as her cock pushed harder against his whole. 

Beth tight grabbed his legs up spreading them as she pushed her cock slowly slipping into his tight whole, lubed by his own spit and her cum. Her trusts were slow and strong, it felt like an eternity each trust filling him more and more ever so slowly. The huge cock felt like it was ripping him open his ass burned deep. "Your soooo tight oh, it feel so good. . Beth's hands gripped his shoulder tightly as she pushed more and more inside of him. Despite all the pain there was something so satisfying about being filled. She was only inches from being fully inside until Alex couldn't fight it anymore a loud moan escaping his lips, he watched Beth's wicked smile as her fingers dug into his shoulder as her strong hips pushed rapidly into his tight whole. Her soft thrust turned violent as she slammed more and more of her huge cock into him. His cock tingled as he felt her cock push into prostate as his entire body shook. Alex fought the chains as he felt his cock stiffen, without even being touched he began to cum as he shot rope after rope of cum all over his chest. 

"Oh you like that don't you, you like taking my cock up your tight ass. That's right your my little bitch. Ohhh cumming already I'm just beginning." Every thrust buried her deeper until her balls slapped against his ass, turning on him on even more. He gripped her so tight that even the slightest movement drove her crazy, she felt her cock begin to tighten as she felt another orgasm building. She grabbed harder as her nails dug into his shoulders slamming her cock deeper until the sounds filled the room. She moved grabbing his legs as she lifted him up pulling her cock almost all the way out before slamming it all the way back in. Alex screamed in both pleasure and pain as his cock spasimed again sending more cum on his chest. Alex moaned again and again, every thrust driving him over the edge as he began moaning without control. Nothing in his entire life felt as amazing; finally she slowed as she buried her cock deep inside of him. Beth's voice cooed out as she ever slowly fucked his tight ass. "I want to hear you beg for it, beg for me to cum In you like the bitch you are." 

Alex instantly cried out as soon as she slowed, "Please fuck me, ohhh please keep fucking me." His cock ached so bad as he wished he could touch it as he felt his third orgasm building as her cock continued to push deep inside his ass. Alex could hardly feel the pain beyond the immeasurable pleasure. He felt his balls tighten again until he felt Beth push one last time burying all the way in until she unloaded what felt like gallons of cum into burning ass. His body collapsed as he felt her cum soothing his burning ass. Slowly he fell asleep with Beth still inside of him, his eyes drifting to the red blinking camera as he drifted off.



Revenge By Objectification



This story is for adults only! Do not read any further if you are a minor or offended by nudity/sexual content!

I would like to thank Zipulips and Sihaya for their editing contributions. 

Written by Petrifry

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Julie and I were sitting on the couch in her campus apartment.

"Rick, I'm not asking you to stop living the way you want to live. But you need to understand I've never been with a guy and I'm not willing to become a notch on your bedpost." She was a tiny (barely 5'1" and about 100lbs soaking wet) shy, soft spoken, studious kind of girl, definitely not the "hook-up" type. 

"I know, Julie. If I wasn't willing to understand that, I would have been gone the second I realized that about you." I said. "The way you are is very commendable. I am just blown away from getting to know you these past few months. I'm tired of random hook-ups and I respect that you hold men to a higher standard than that."

I then leaned over and kissed her. She put her arms around me and started kissing me back.

"Let's make tonight a new beginning for both of us." I said softly in between kisses.

Still kissing and with our arms around each other, we made our way into her bedroom. I stepped back and took off my shirt, exposing my large muscular torso. She un-did her scrunchy, letting her long, light brown hair fall down to the middle of her back. Nervously, she stood and allowed me to undress her. Her body had a natural slenderness to it, not so much from working out. She wasn't hot in a "Hollywood" sort of way, but her natural beauty was consistent whether she was dolled-up or just hanging around in sweat pants and a t-shirt.

Eventually, we were naked on the bed. I never got too fancy with those innocent girls. Basically, I use my sweet talk to get their clothes off, then we always end up with me thrusting back and forth in the missionary position. There's was nothing like hearing a girl with a quiet, shy exterior moan in pleasure with a touch of pain. Even though I'm rather large guy, man, was she tight! Prior to that night, she had been a 19-year old virgin!

The next morning, I was dressing as fast as I could before she woke up. You could say I had a gift. I could talk any woman I wanted into bed. I was usually really good about sweet talking them in the after-math of it too, but this was definitely a situation where I needed to just hit the road quick!

As I was leaving the building, I was chuckling over when she said 'notch on the bedpost'.

My phone then beeped with a new text. I was expecting it to be one of my many girls,(If it were Julie, I had no intentions of returning it) but it ended up being my one of my professors. 

I walked through the door of my archeology 101 classroom, where Dr. Sandra Stone had told me to meet her immediately. Her classroom looked more like a museum with all the unusual artifacts in display cases everywhere throughout the room. She was facing the board, writing some notes on it for her next class (she also taught sculpting to the art majors).

From the back view, she could easily be mistaken as a student, since she was about 5' 4", slightly stocky, but with a well curved frame. During class her wide, perfectly round butt and her straight, brunette hair that went down just past her shoulders, had always distracted me. I'd have loved to have added her to my list of 'one nighters' I had here at college.

When she turned back around her face revealed that she was in her early forties, but still absolutely bangin'! Her bespectacled brown eyes were burning a hole right through me it seemed. She slightly smirked over busting me checking her out, but she quickly got serious. "Plagiarism is an offense punishable by expulsion!"

"But I can't get expelled!" I pleaded "Can't I just write a new paper? I'll give anything to avoid facing the humiliation of getting kicked out of college. What would people think?"

The smirk returned to her face. "I'll tell you what. Let me talk to one of my sculpting students. She took this archeology class last semester and aced it. She'll tutor you to get you caught up. If your new paper is less than perfect..." she took off her glasses and said with a mocking smile, "you're gone."

Later on I went to the gym. I was having a tough time focusing on my workout, knowing that this was probably the last time I was ever going to see the campus gym. I was sitting in the chest press machine when this little blonde hottie zipped in front of me. I damn near lost my grip on the handles.

She was about 5'6" with long, slightly wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, and a body that showed she was a regular in the gym. She had her gym bag over her shoulder and was wearing jeans and a cropped shirt that revealed her nice tight abs.

"Hey Rick." It was this girl, Tessa. I recognized her alright. I had nailed most of the girls in her sorority and I had a one night stand with her last year. She was the "bad girl" type, but I still had to feed her my lines about how I didn't want a relationship. She seemed strangely okay with it, and what was even stranger was that we became friends after that. "Looks like I'm your tutor." She started to laugh. I knew right away she had some crazy idea.

She explained that if she was going to help me I was going to have to help her with her sculpting class...as a nude figure model. I was quick to comply. It's not like she had never seen me naked before.

As we arrived at the house, I recognized a lot of the girls that were hanging out front, as well as in the hallway when we first walked in(I had banged most of them). Normally, they either avoided me or gave me dirty looks. It was weird that they were smiling as I walked by, almost as if they were anticipating my arrival. The door at the end of the hallway opened into Tessa's living room. She must have done something to get good status around there because she was living in an apartment. "Wait here." She smiled, then went into her kitchen. When she came back she had a glass of wine. "A little something to take the edge off." She explained.

I laughed because I was already calm. "You've seen this before." I said motioning to my body. I had been working on it for years. I had actually gained both some size and tone in the past year.

"Mm hmm," Her smile had become a seductive grin. "and you just might see something later too." She ran her hand across my chest "Try the wine anyway, I made it myself." She handed the glass to me and I tried a sip. It was fruity tasting but I couldn't figure out what kind. I'm a beer guy mostly.

Tessa walked across the room and turned to face me. "Time for you to get naked." She stood with her arms crossed making it clear that she was going to stand and watch me. Her blue eyes were glazed with excitement.

"Your gonna sculpt in your living room?" I asked.

"My way of sculpting doesn't make much of a mess. Now lose the clothes."

I stripped while she stared in admiration. Between pieces of clothing, I took big swigs from the wine. It really was good. By the time I took my last sip I was completely naked.

"So you like the wine?"

"Y-yeah." I said. I was feeling pleasantly buzzed but it didn't feel like alcohol. "What is this? What's happening to me? I can't move!" I was too buzzed to be scared, but I knew for a fact I had been drugged.

Tessa approached me. Her grin now had a touch of evil in it. "Relax. Its just a blend I put together to help you keep still while I make a statue out of this incredible body."

With a soft touch, she ran her hands up my biceps, across my shoulders and chest, then down my abs. She took a step closer almost kissing me, pushing her body against mine and continued her hands down the crevices of my obliques, then the sides of my legs. She took her hands off and walked behind me. She placed her soft hands on my traps and gently glided her fingers down, going along the striations in my back muscles. "I'm going to capture every inch of you in stone."

Despite the feeling of intense euphoria I was still coherent enough to realize that Tessa was acting kind of strange. As she was stepping back around, she ran one hand across my butt. She then put her finger in the ripples between my pecs and traced them, continuing down the cuts in my abs, stopping just before my manhood (which by now was so hard it was almost painful). "That comes after." She whispered. Her touch had made me astronomically aroused to the point where I knew it wasn't normal but at the same time I didn't care. It had to have been the drink and it felt amazing!

Tessa took my glass in one hand and gently pried my fingers off with her other hand. She walked back across the room bending over to place the wine glass on the table. Just watching her heart shaped ass was sending me off in my own world. "Be right back." She called over her shoulder as she went into her room.

I then heard the sound of squeaky casters, followed by the sight of Tessa pushing a large mirror with a duffle bag hanging from her shoulder. She placed the mirror so I could see myself and slung off the bag and opened it. She pulled out a shield. Why did she need a shield to make a sculpture?

"You see Rick, your about to watch a plan unfold that Dr. Stone, my sorority sisters, and I have been working on since last year. For starters, Julie wasn't a virgin. I think you were guy number 2 or 3 for her. We needed the bait to be able to play the part perfectly and she was closest to the real thing. Before we went through with this plan, we wanted to test you and see if you really were that much of a low-life. Congratulations, you passed. Anyway, Dr. Stone showed me this shield and explained it's powers." Tessa held it in the mirror. It had the face of Medusa engraved on it. "As you can see, the reflection does nothing to you. Also," She then held it in front of her face. "Because I'm a chick, I can look right at it and still...nothing."

She lowered the shield and focused her evil smile my way. "When Dr. Stone called and told me we had a candidate to test this out, I thought 'awesome' but when I found out it was you, well that was just too perfect! You're whole life you've looked at women as nothing more than sex objects for your own pleasure. Now it's your turn to found out what it's like to be treated like an object. With this shield, I'm going to turn you to stone. You will be suspended in the feelings of arousal which you are feeling right now, but make no mistake about it. This is for our pleasure." She then said with a giggle, "As far as sex afterwards, well, you're definitely fucked!"

Needless to say, I still didn't take her words seriously but it was clear to me that the situation was weird. I still had the euphoric buzz and the sexual arousal, but I found I could force myself to move slowly. I forced a step towards her.

"Nice!" she said "Your even going to pose for me."

As I took a second step she tilted her head slightly and said, "Mmm...That'll do." She stood with one hand on her hip and held up the shield as if she were a proud warrior. The eyes on the shield as well as her eyes began to glow red.

I instantly froze in mid-walk. My body felt like I had dry skin to the thousandth power, almost as if I was covered in paint and it was starting to harden. I noticed in the mirror - my skin was turning gray. There was a crisp, cracking sound. I had to do something quick! I gave it my all to try to move. I tensed my body up and flexed all my muscles out as far as they would go. If I could speak I would have grunted like I was bench pressing. With all that effort, I felt myself budge about an inch and saw tiny cracks appear all over my body. Before I could even relax my muscles, the cracks quickly smoothed out and the grayish color was getting lighter. Now I couldn't move at all. At first it felt like I was encased in a stone shell but as the color got lighter and the cracking began to sound muffled, it felt like it was sinking deeper into my body. My eyes became little white orbs (I have no idea why I could still see). In the mirror, I saw myself standing there with very detail captured in stone, just as Tessa had said. I had become a white alabaster statue! Tessa's eyes and the shield's stopped glowing. When she lowered the shield she looked as if she was shaking off some cobwebs.

"That was a rush." She replied with a deep exhale.

There was then a knock on the door. "All set!" yelled Tessa.

The door then opened and Dr. Sandra Stone walked in. She looked me up and down as she walked past me. Tessa put the shield back in the bag and handed it to her. She looked at the bag then at me. "Cool!" She commented with an approving nod. She was looking at me in utter amazement, but she seemed more impressed with the effects of the shield than the fact that I was standing in front of her totally naked. Dr. Stone put on her glasses and pulled out a small notebook. In a state of awe she circled around me and inspected me.

She then stopped to knock her knuckles on my chest. As she began jotting down data she admitted to Tessa what she'd done. "I hacked the computer and fixed his records. As far as anyone knows, he got expelled for plagiarism. You'll get a cut of the cash I get for the shield, you get to keep him," She then smiled. "and by the way, he looks absolutely beautiful! He definitely gets you a 4.0 for sculpting class."

"The best thing is we don't have to listen to anymore of his bullshit."

After Dr. Stone left, Tessa yelled into the hallway for her sorority sisters to come in and check this out! As they began piling in, the site of me naked, muscles flexed, turned to stone, and with a big hard-on was met by many giggles. I also heard coos like "wow!" and "That shield thingy actually worked!" Around twenty-five or so girls had filled the room. In time, they all had drinks and a party had gotten underway. They cranked the music up and danced everywhere around me. Throughout the night they continued making comments like, "Tessa knows how to make a man stiff!" or "That body was already rock hard!"

Tessa then called for everyone's attention. "Sisters, tonight is a victory of sorts with a pretty sweet trophy to show for it." She explained to the girls that with the curse she had put on me, I was aware of everything going on around me and that my sexual arousal was more intense. It was like being the entertainment at a bachelorette party. As they became more and more under the influence, and even more rowdier, they took turns dancing provocatively in front of me and running their hands all over my body just as Tessa had done earlier. The sensation on my stone body alone was more incredible than any orgasm I'd experienced before. I still couldn't wait until they got to my favorite part but they would always stop just before touching my member (still 100% at attention in its stone form). Clearly, they were messing with me and I couldn't do anything about it. 

At one point during the night, Julie stepped out from the crowd. It looked uncharacteristic of her, the way she was shaking her hips and waving her drink overhead. She lifted her shirt up, just below her breasts as if she were about to flash me. She then let it drop back down and waved her index finger. Even though her voice was drowned out by the music I could tell she was saying "Uh-uh." She then turned her hand around and held her middle finger a few inches from my face. This brought an eruption of cheers. 

As the party ended and the last group of girls was leaving, Julie made one last comment to rub it in about my current state. "Hey Rick, don't go anywhere!" I then heard her and her friends laughing as they disappeared into the hallway. It was weird, yet quite arousing to hear her innocent sounding voice speak with such nonchalant evil. 

After closing the door, Tessa stood behind me. "So, Mr. Big-Man-on-Campus, did you seriously think you were going to get away with treating us like objects? Well it looks like you're going to be our object for a l-o-o-o-n-g time." She looked me in my stone eyes through the mirror and whispered in my ear. "This just gives whole new meaning the saying 'your ass is mine' hee hee." She gave my stone behind a couple pats.

She then made her rounds shutting off the lights and took one last look at me before going to bed. I felt myself dozing off as well. I guess even as a statue you need to sleep.

When I awoke I saw that I had been moved. I was on a pedestal at the far end of the long hallway facing towards the front door where I stand to this day. I'm part of the tour whenever the new girls are being shown the house. Whereas the new girls just take a quick looks at me as they walk by, the girls from the party would occasionally pause to look me in my eyes and give me a quick wink.

As the years went by, I recognized fewer and fewer of the girls from the party that night. Eventually, they had all graduated and moved on, never revealing to the new girls that I had been a real man once. To the current sorority sisters living in the house, I am nothing more than a decoration. I am a mere object for their viewing pleasure.



Revenge Can Be So Sweet



They had been 18 the night the accident occurred. Ethan had wanted Jamie with every inch of his Six foot three inch frame for as long as he could remember. 

They had been childhood playmates...but sometime in those years between 12 and 15...Jamie became a goddess. Ethan knew he wasn't unattractive by any means...in fact many people considered him more attractive than Jamie. 6 foot three and a woodsman...that's how most described him. He grew up working his father's ranch. 

Thick dark brown hair...almost black, and eyes that were as blue as cornflowers. Straight white teeth... and a smile that would melt an icy void between any woman's thighs. His voice was deep and coated with a gentle southern drawl, and his figure...that man could have been an ox. 

All the ranch work left him muscular, lean, and tanned but Ethan wasn't the type to flaunt what he had. He often wore loose jeans and workboots, with a tshirt, or button down in winter... and it was his modesty that drove women absolutely crazy. Ethan was shy and quiet, but intelligent. He took care of his father, cooked and cleaned, and worked the ranch during the day. He had wanted to go to college but his father needed him at home, and Ethan stayed. 

Ethan could have had any woman he wanted, but the woman he wanted was Jamie. Jamie was the best, not only because she was his best friend but because he knew that behind her girlish playful exterior beat the heart of a demon. 

Jamie was liquid sex...perfect in shape and form. She was Five foot three inches of playful wood nymph. Short cropped brown hair, and dark brown eyes kept her face youthful. Jamie had the type of face that wasn't gorgeous, but beautiful to behold. Jamie could pull off every look in the book, and god was gracious when he handed her a generous helping of curves. Her hips were round, and her breasts large, and her ass... was to die for. Ethan felt guilty the first time he masturbated to the thought of her ass...but he soon got over it.

Because she was his best friend, Ethan had a hard time conveying his feelings for her. It came down to one night, there one night together before Jamie left for college. Ethan knew this wasn't the greatest opportunity, but he had to try.

Jamie was always a dangerous type of girl. To adults she seemed the sweet innocent child, the good student, the fun flirtatious normal type of teen. But to those who knew her...especially Ethan...they knew that underneath the opposite reigned. Jamie had been driving that night...it was Jamie that caused the accident...it should have been Jamie that went to prison...so why did she let Ethan take the blame?

Jamie woke with a start, remembering where she was...who she was... and what today was. Ten years later...Jamie had been through college and had become a journalist, while Ethan sat in prison. She had moved home when her father passed away, and bought a little house of her own. Jamie and her mother always looked in on Ethan's father, and brought him groceries. Jamie swung her legs off the bed and got up for a glass of water. She rubbed her face as she looked in the mirror. She had felt guilty every single day of her life. She had visted Jamie once while he was in jail...he had told her of his feelings...but she had been scared! Scared someone would find out the truth...so she lied and told him she did not have feelings for him. Jamie always had loved Jamie, but he was so much smarter and more attractive that she was too nervous to ever ask him out. That day in the booth...through the bulletproof glass she had watched the color drain from his face and lips...he had growled at her and told her never to come back, and she never had. Today he's a free man, and he will go home. She knew she wouldn't sleep for the rest of the night.

They saw each other in town many times over the next few months, never speaking, Emmy always looking away. It was in church when they first spoke.

"Why if it isn't Miss Jamie Lynn", a deep voice growled from behind one Sunday morning.

Jamie stopped washing her hands and stood stock straight, she had needed to use the ladies room and had quietly slipped out after the sermon to go to the bathroom. Ethan had followed her.

Jamie couldn't think or breathe...her heart was pounding... she could see him in the mirror behind her...leaning in the doorway in black slacks and a white dress shirt rolled to the elbows... looking relaxed and very menacing. But god in heaven did he look delicious. Not as tanned as he had once been, but every bit as handsome, and muscular. There was a small scar above one of those gorgeous blue eyes, and his smile had become lopsided...teasing...and malicious. This was a dangerous man.

Ethan noticed the fear in her eyes...and her inability to say anything at all. He spoke again.

"Oh yes it's me...and your right...I have changed. Ten long years James. Ten years and the only thing I had to think about was you turning me down. I had to fight off cocksuckers every damn day...and all I had to keep me warm at night was the sight of your back as you walked away from me."

He had growled this last part.

Jamie was frightened, and did not know what else to say but,

"What....what do you want. You're not supposed to be in here...you can't trap me in here I'll scream!" Jamie realized she had said the wrong thing. His eyes flashed lightening, and he reached her in two steps, and slammed her against the bathroom wall, his hand cupping her throat in a stranglehold.

"Go ahead and try".

Tears ran down Jamie's face...she thought surely he was gonna kill her for lying to the police. Sure he had been ready and willing to save her then...but he wasn't that way anymore.

"Please don't kill me...I ... I don't know what to do".

Ethan cursed under his breath. The feel of her body pressed to his...the slight smell of lavender that she always wore...the tears on her cheeks...gave him a massive hard on. He wasn't going to let her get the best of him...even if his anatomy wouldn't respond the way he'd like it to. Ethan smiled a bit. He had a plan.

"Do you know what prison does to a man..." he squeezed a bit tighter on her soft neck. Jamie shook her head no. "Prison...turns a man into a monster..." He growled in her ear and rubbed his erection on her thigh". 

Ethan got lost in the smell of her, and tore his hand away from her throat and up her skirt, deftly ripping off her underwear before she could blink. 

"No... please don't... don't...what are you going to do?" Jamie cried.

"Something I've dreamed about since your high and mighty cunt walked away from me years ago".

"You...you told me too!" She cried softly...

"Doesn't matter"... he drawled. With that Ethan tore her head back and kissed her roughly, thrusting his tongue between her teeth, and his hand...

Received a wet greeting. Ethan stopped long enough to growl something about always knowing she was a slut, and tore her mouth apart again...leaving light whisker burns on her cheeks...he began to kneed her inner thigh.

Jamie was angry at herself for what she had done to her best friend so many years ago to turn him into this crazy, foaming fiend. She was scared that she was about to be raped, and she was confused by her very apparent arousal...as was Ethan.

"P..p..please Ethan...I...I haven't...I'm a..."

Ethan stopped cold. She was a virgin.

Jamie panting, and crying tried to close her legs against his hand, which he all of a sudden withdrew. Ethan stood up with a pained look on his face, and all of a sudden kissed her again, with a minor amount of ferocity compared to the first kisses. He walked out of the women's room to his truck. Inside his truck he thought to himself,

"Goddamnit you still want her! After all the fucking hell she put you through..." He knew he couldn't rape her. But he'd be damned if she wouldn't be begging for him too in the next couple of weeks". He roared out of the church parking lot...he had to get somewhere private and fast.

Jamie picked up her torn panties, and threw them away, and tried to patch her makeup while she caught her breath. She was still scared, but oddly wasn't angry. Jamie didn't know what to expect from Ethan, but she knew whatever happend she had gotten was deserved.

Jamie knew there would be bruises on her thighs, and whisker burn on her face... she knew this wasn't the best time or place ( the church bathroom! Scandalous!!) but she had to finish! He had melted her insides, to a living stream...and just because she was a virgin did not mean that she didn't indulge every now and again. That teasing stroking finger that had encircled her clit had nearly driven her over the edge, while he had raped her mouth. 

She could taste him on her lips, and smell him...feel his hard chest pressing against her hard nipples through the cloth of her dress... She pulled on her nipples with one hand, rubbing her ass against the stuccoed walls creating a lovely feeling of friction on her fanny. She yanked down the top of her dress and pulled away her bra cups pinching and flicking her nipples biting on her lower lip. She began to moan loudly...creating a rhythm between her pulling on her tits...and tickling her soft uncovered ass with the wall... Jamie moaned Ethan's name aloud...creeping her other hand to her dripping slit...making tiny circles around the outside of her button just as Ethan had done...Jamie began to pull on her clit...

Faster and faster...she cummed violently on her hand...moaning Ethan's name again and again ...bucking violently...wishing it was Ethan's finger and not her own that had been stroking her clit.

Ethan had pulled into an empty parking lot behind an old factory that was no longer being used.

His massive erection was straining to be let free from his slacks. He unzipped, and pulled out his best kept secret. There was no doubt among the women in the town that Ethan was the best looking bachelor around...

But if they had witnessed the massive cock that came out of his pants...he would never have had a moment's rest.

A rigid 12inch ramrod was pulled out of his boxers...it was solid steel... with a massive mushroomed purple head at the tip. It was a good 9 inches in diameter...and it was oozing precum due to his recent encounter with his old flame.

Ethan had expected that he would want her...had expected to exact his revenge...but what he hadn't expected was her virginity. 

"FUCK..." he thought to himself as he...using the precum as lube...began to jack his massive stiffy. 

"I've got to have her cherry...I've got to get what I wanted so long ago..."

His thoughts drifted to their outing today. She had worn a nice cotton dress to church, with little sandals. She looked the same as she had when they were teenagers...just more mature...more wise and if possible more beautiful. He had followed her to the bathroom silently watching the sway of her hips...watched her scratch her calf with one foot as she stooped to quench her delicious lips...lips he had roughly kissed and licked...and bit... "Oooh Fuck..." Ethan groaned at the thought of her taste... he thought of the way her tits jutted out of her dress as he rubbed her thighs...and at the thought of her wet slit, and hard clit...

Ethan growled loudly as he began to shoot cum all over the bottom of his steering wheel...thick, hot, white jizz ...he longed to shoot it in Jamie's pussy...and mouth...and

Her beloved little asshole.

Ethan finished and chuckled to himself. His shirt, slacks, door, and steering wheel were covered in thick white sperm. Ethan had always been proud of how much and how often he could cum, and today was no exception. He reached in the back for a towel and said aloud to himself...

"I'm gonna make you my cumslut if it's the last thing I do.



Revenge Can Be Sweet



"The no-good, sniveling, whining, sexist pig" she says as she stomps around her living room. "I can't believe he dumped me over the phone. I can't believe he dumped me AT ALL." She stomps some more. "Well I'm too good for him. Calling ME a cold fish. HA!! I'll show him." She picks up her drink and takes a big gulp.

Before she can change her mind, she walks over to the phone and places a call. A male answers on the other end and she lays out her plan to him. Never one to pass up a little fun, he readily agrees. He promises to arrive at her place at the specified time. She says goodbye and starts to make the arrangements for the evening.

Picking up the phone again she places another call to "the pig". Playing on his ego, she asks him to come over so they can talk. She gives him the time to arrive. He says that will be fine. She then tells him to just use his key if she doesn't answer right away because she may be taking a nap. He agrees. She continues her preparations. She puts a bottle of wine in the refrigerator to chill, cuts up some fruit and vegetables for "nibblies".

Then she moves on to her favorite pastime. She goes into the bathroom and starts the water, hot and steaming, just the way she likes it. She puts some drops of lavender bubble bath and watches the bubbles appear. She turns to the mirror as the tub fills and puts up her hair. She tosses a white terry towel onto the towel warmer and strips off her jeans and sweatshirt, tossing them into the laundry hamper. She takes off her panties and bra and tosses them in also. 

Looking at herself in the mirror she tries to see herself as others see her. Starting with her legs, she eyes them critically. "So they aren't the longest legs, they are nicely shaped," she says out loud. She moves to her hips and rests her hands on them. "Mmmmmmm not bad," she murmurs. She splays her hand over her flat stomach and around her waist. She raises her hands and cups her breasts in her hands. "Well, they aren't the biggest," she states. "But they are . . . ummmmm . . . perky, yeah, perky," she says as she giggles.

Stepping into the tub she leans back and rests her head on the edge. The warm water caresses her skin and relaxes her; she lets all thoughts of revenge and anger seep away into the water. She feels her eyes slide shut. 

She feels a light touch on her shoulder. Slowly she opens her eyes and sees him standing in her bathroom. Startled she sits up and says "What are you doing here?" He grins at her and looks his fill, she not realizing that she is giving him a little show as the bubbles slide off her chest. She looks at his grin and realizes where his eyes are and squeals and sits back down in the water, under the bubbles, crossing her arms over her breasts.

She blushes as he asks "Do you know what time it is?"

She shakes her head no.

"It's 7:00, didn't you tell me to come over at 7:00?"

"Oh God" she exclaims "I must have fallen asleep. "Can you give me a couple of minutes and I'll be out in a jiffy?"

He shakes his head no.

"No?" she asks.

"No," he replies.

"Why not?" she asks again.

He responds by undoing the buttons of his shirt. He opens it and slips it off his shoulders letting it drop to the floor.

"No, no, no," she cries. "That's not the plan. I said we would just have dinner and when "the pig" gets here, he would catch us, but we were only supposed to be eating, I didn't have anything else planned."

He chuckles as she scoots farther down in the water and reaches for the button of his pants.

"I've just changed the rules," he replies to her stammering statement.

He pops open the button of his pants and unzips the zipper, pushing them to the floor. He chuckles again at the look of shock on her face.

"But . . . but . . .but . . ." she stutters.

"But nothing" he says. 

He pushes down his boxers and kicks them to the side. He stands there a minute as she starts at his feet and looks up and down his gorgeous body. She stares at his cock for a moment and watches as it lengthens and swells in front of her. She licks her suddenly dry lips. Under her hands she feels her nipples pucker in response. 

He takes a step and her eyes widen in surprise. He takes another step as she starts to stammer again "But . . "

He chuckles as he steps into the tub. He sits down as she scoots her legs up to her chin. He grabs her feet and pulls her to him, placing her legs over his thighs, and pulling her as close to him as she can get. He wraps his arms around her securely.

For a moment, she can only stare at him, surprise written on her face. He leans in and kisses her neck lightly, trailing his tongue over it. He hears her sigh and feels her nipples pucker against his chest. He trails his thumb over her bottom lip encouraging her to open her mouth. She licks the tip of his thumb. He buries his hands in her hair as they kiss; hard, wet, deep, tongues mating, caressing.   

She slides a hand down over his chest, nails gently raking his skin. Through her fingertips, she feels the shiver that goes through him. He smooths his hands down her back, pulling her close, crushing her breasts to his chest. She wiggles her hips, pressing herself against his hard cock. He pushes his hips up against her, making waves in the water. The slippery bubbles allow them to slide against one another, creating a friction like no other. 

He cups her ass in his hands and lifts her slightly. He blows the bubbles off her breasts and hears her moan. He licks the underside of her breast, circling it with his tongue. She takes his head in her hands as he leans forward to suck on her nipple, pulling it deep into his mouth. She moans again as sensations flood her body. He moves to the other breast as he squeezes her ass in his hands. Her hands clutch at his shoulders.

She wiggles her hips again brushing the head of his cock against her pussy. His moan is muffled against her breast, as she does it again, and again. She takes his head in her hands and tips his head back, brushing her lips across his as she brushes her pussy across the head of his cock. Taking control of the situation, he slides her slowly down his body, the bubbles contributing to the feeling of skin sliding against skin. Her nipples graze his chest sending little shivers through her as the head of his cock presses against her pussy.

Her tongue flicks out and licks his bottom lip as she flexes her hips and slides his head against her slit. She moans low and flexes again as a shudder rolls over her. This time, he flexes his hips, his head falls back and a groan escapes him "Dammit, woman."

She feigns a look of innocence and smiles slightly as she responds "Yesssssss?"

He chuckles as thrusts his cock into her pussy with one thrust of his hips. She gasps at the sensation and wraps her hips around his back and squeezes tight. They continue to kiss; long, slow, drugging kisses. She rocks her hips back and forward, setting a slow pace to start, the water creating the feeling of slow motion. They continue the slow pace as their passion builds. She loses all sense of time, of herself. There is only she and he, together as one.

As she rocks her hips again his, she gradually increases the pace. She can feel his heart racing as she is pressed against his chest, matching the rhythm of her own. As he continues to slide in and out of her pussy, their movements cause small waves in the water. The water cascades over the side of the tub to pool on the floor.

She can feel him throbbing deep inside her. He flexes his hips, pushing himself deeper. He slides one hand over her breast, squeezing, his thumb raking over her nipple. His other hand slips low over her stomach, her navel. He presses two fingers against her clit and wiggles them back and forth.   
She tears her mouth away from his, gasping for air as her whole body goes rigid. She grabs his shoulders in her hands, her nails digging in. Throwing back her head, she screams as she cums hard, fast, her muscles clenching at his cock, pushing him over the edge. He captures her mouth with his own again as he cums deep inside her, thrusting into her hard, deep. She collapses against his chest, panting lightly. He gently kisses her cheek, he own breathing laboured.

She hears a low sound and tries to place what it would be. She hears it again and raises her head off his shoulder. He hears her gasp. He follows her line of vision and sees her "ex" boyfriend standing in the doorway of the bathroom. She squeals in surprise and grabs a towel to cover herself.

"How can you do this to me?" he shouts.

She only looks back at him and answers "To you???"

"Yeah" he says, "I thought we had something special."

She can feel a bubble of hysteria start to form. "Special?" she asks. "Is that why you were screwing the waitress the other night?"

He looks away sheepishly then looks back. "Well I think we should put all of this behind us," he says. She nods in agreement and says "You can leave your key on the counter."

Her ex shakes his head and replies "No, I meant we should forget all this and move on. I was watching you, you were incredible."

She blushes slightly and wiggles her hips causing little waves in the water and him to start to harden inside her again. She looks at him in surprise but he just smiles, holds her closer and plants a kiss on her neck.

"I guess I just needed the right motivation."

She gives him a quick kiss and looks back at her ex-boyfriend.

"Oh, I doubt I could ever forget this night and you need to leave now."

She gives another little wiggle as he caresses her hip under the water,"I've got more important things to do."

Her ex turns and walks away down the hall. She shouts after him "And lock the door behind you."

She turns back to him and trails a finger down his chest, watching the bubbles slide off. "Now, where were we??" 



Revenge Can Be Very Sweet



Janet and Charlotte never got along together. They worked at the same company and even lived across the street from each other. They avoided each other because they'd already had a couple of public confrontations and neither one wanted a repeat. All of that made it a very unusual thing for Janet to receive a phone call from her hated rival.

"Why are you calling me?" Janet asked. Charlotte was speaking in a nice-nasty tone of voice that was giving her the creeps.

"I audited some of your accounts and it made for some fascinating reading," Charlotte answered. "I know your secret."

Suddenly Janet felt weak in the knees. She tried to brazen it out. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure that's how you want to play this?" Charlotte asked sweetly. "Maybe you like the idea of going to jail."

Janet took a deep breath. "What do you want?"

"I want to walk across the street and talk to my new best friend," Charlotte answered and then hung up.

Soon, too soon to suit Janet, she knocked on the door. Charlotte was wearing the biggest ear-to-ear smile that Janet had ever seen and it scared her to death. "May I come in?" she asked.

Charlotte walked into the house and headed for the living room. 

"Look, Charlotte, I know we've had some problems in the past. Maybe I can make it up to you somehow. I want to do whatever it takes to fix things."

"I have some ideas along those lines," Charlotte replied. "It involves you doing what I say when I say it. No hesitation."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Janet asked and not really sure she wanted to know the answer.

Charlotte looked her up and down. Janet was wearing a sweater, jeans, and sandals; her blonde hair was wavy and full.

"I think you know exactly what I mean. I am master, you are slave. It's that or jail, your choice. Are we clear on that?" Charlotte asked, still in that super-sweet tone of voice.

Janet swallowed hard. "I understand."

"Wonderful! Now, first things first. Strip," Charlotte commanded.

"Are you for real?" Janet said in a panicky voice.

"Oh, I couldn't be any more 'for real' than I am right now. Drop your duds, sweetie."

With great reluctance, Janet kicked off her sandals. She took off her jeans and tossed them onto an easy chair. She pulled the sweater over her head and tossed it there, too. Standing there in her bra and panties, she tried to reason with this crazy woman.

"Charlotte, this..." but that is all she was able to say as Charlotte pulled out her cell phone. The threat was clear. Janet took off her bra. Once her large breasts were free from their confinement, Charlotte's eyes bugged out.

"Are those fuckers real?" Charlotte asked.

"Yes," Janet answered.

"Damn, those are some big jugs! No wonder the men in the neighborhood go stupid when you walk by. Okay, Sugar Tits, drop your drawers."

Janet hesitated, then she pulled them off quickly revealing a neatly trimmed bush of black hair.

Charlotte started laughing. "Well, I guess that answers that question! Now, Sugar Tits, I feel the need for some fresh air. Let's go in the back yard."

"No, Charlotte, please!" Janet looked through the glass doors and saw that Mr. Wilkins, her 50-something neighbor, was in his back yard watering the lawn. "I don't want that man to see me naked!"

Charlotte held her cell phone in her hand. "I think we should go outside. From what I can tell, you need some sun to get rid of those ugly tan lines. Oh, and one more thing, play along with whatever I say out there or you are dead meat. Comprende, Sugar Tits?"

Almost ready to cry, Janet nodded her head.

"One more thing," Charlotte said, "make sure he gets a real good beaver shot from time to time."

Charlotte led the way into the back yard. She was talking a little loud to make sure that Mr. Wilkins knew they were out there. "It sure is nice out here this afternoon."

When he turned around, he had the shock of his life. His gorgeous neighbor was strolling around her back yard in the nude. He was speechless.

"Hello, Mr. Wilkins," Charlotte said. "Care to join us?"

"Uh, sure," he said and almost stumbled as he walked from his back yard to Janet's. 

Charlotte set up chairs for herself and Mr. Wilkins and a chaise longue for Janet. She also made sure that Janet's chaise was set up directly opposite Mr. Wilkins so that he could get a great view. He tried not to look, but his eyes could not turn away. 

From time to time, Charlotte would mouth the words to Janet, "Beaver shot" and Janet would spread her legs enough to give the man the full view. After a while, Charlotte asked Janet to get them some beers. Without a word, she got up and went to fetch them. While she was gone, Charlotte decided to give the knife a little twist.

"You know, she just recently decided to start this 'nudist lifestyle' stuff. What do you think about it?"

"Well, uh, I guess it's okay, it don't hurt anybody," he stammered.

"I'm worried about her. She's so desperate for a man right now that I'm afraid that some guy is gonna take advantage of her. It would be very easy right now," she said and she hoped he'd take the bait. About that time, Janet returned with three beers and when she leaned over and gave him his beer, her big breasts swayed right in front of his face and it was like he'd been hypnotized.

"Uh, I don't think I'm gonna drink that beer after all. I gotta go," he said and then he was gone.

"Damn! Maybe those tits of yours intimidated him," Charlotte said. She drank her beer in silence. "I have an idea!" She set her beer down and took off her denim skirt and panties. "Since he didn't want your services, I'll give them a try. Come over here and go down on me."

"Are you gay?" Janet asked.

"Nope, but suddenly the idea of you eating me out sounds like a great way to point out who's in charge. Besides, I've never had a woman do that before and I've heard great things about it. Have you ever tried it?"

Janet shook her head. She was totally repulsed by the idea. Looking down, she could see that Charlotte had the thickest, hairiest bush she'd ever seen before.

"Don't you ever trim that? I mean, damn! You got more hair between your legs than you do on your head!"

"Quit complaining, start licking," Charlotte said. 

Thinking to herself, "this or jail, this or jail, this or jail," Janet got down on her knees and put her face between Charlotte's legs. She started slowly, repulsed by the smell and the overabundance of hair. Still, she gave it her best, anything to avoid jail.

She licked and licked until she thought her tongue was going to lock up. Every time she'd start to pull away, Charlotte would grab her by the hair and pull her right back in. Charlotte climaxed several times, so at least it made her happy for a while. 

Eventually, Charlotte relaxed and let her stop. A quick look at her cell phone and then she said, "Not bad. Twenty-five minutes of licking! Wish my boyfriend would do that. You sure you never ate pussy before?" she asked.

"I'm sure," Janet said and spit out a hair.

"Tell you what: that was good enough that I will give you some free time to do 'whatever.' But first, I need to check out your wardrobe."

They went into the house and Janet showed Charlotte all the nice, expensive clothes she had. Charlotte selected a sheer, white top that was part of a sleep set (definitely not intended as outer wear), an extremely short mini-skirt, and a pair of high-heeled black pumps.

"It's about 1:30 now. Be at my house, wearing these three items, and nothing else, at six p.m. sharp. Now don't be late." Charlotte started to walk out of the room and then she stopped and turned and said, "Oh, and one more thing: brush your teeth before you come!" Charlotte laughed as she went home.