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Getting Back

By: rickoshay



CHAPTER ONE

The radio alarm came on just after seven, waking Georgina with "All You Need is Love". She was alone in her bed.

She sat up, flipped back the quilt and swung her feet to the floor. The front of her nightdress was a soppy face of a teddy bear. The colours were faded. She smoothed the thin cotton with both hands while she breathed in, pulling the picture tight across her breasts. She watched the smile on the teddy bear's face broaden.

"At least you can still smile," she said. 

She reached for the shapeless dressing gown on the bottom of the bed and pulled it on, then plucked absently at the loose threads on the fraying cuff. She heaved a sigh, then shuffled to the kitchenette. Her drooping shoulders showed how she felt about life in general and herself in particular. 

She put enough water in the kettle for two coffees. As she reached for the cereal packet from the cupboard her bare foot found a sticky damp patch on the kitchen floor. A glance at the murky stain distracted her from the morning ritual. She pushed the cereal back in the cupboard. She had no appetite. She made a mug of instant coffee and left the cramped kitchenette for the living room. 

The legs of the coffee table were slewed at a strange angle. The photo cube of six happy frozen moments was crushed on the floor. She sat on the settee and stared at the distorted photographs in cracked pieces of clear plastic, then carefully balanced her mug on the sloping table and picked up the damaged mementos of her past. 

Her face beaming happiness. Her wedding dress. Wayne's sloppy grin. 

She extracted the picture from the damaged cube and ritualistically tore it in half. She held the two pieces at arms length and let them drop. The message of her sundered marriage fluttered to the floor. 

The next picture. Newly weds in the dining room of their honeymoon hotel. Wayne's favourite picture. His broad grin and her startled look.

"Smile for the camera," he said. 

She still remembered her feelings of confusion when he stroked her thigh beneath the folds of the table cloth. She giggled when he whispered, "I want to touch my loving wife, open your legs." 

She complied.

"Don't move or he'll know what we're doing," Wayne whispered as the photographer approached.

"Smile for the camera," he said, as his finger pushed past the edge of her panties.

"Now that's one photograph that will really hold a memory." 

He kissed her, tongue and finger entering her simultaneously, while the room full of people all around them continued to talk and laugh and eat. 

It was shocking, confusing, but exciting. They went to their room soon after and made love.

She tore the photograph carefully, first separating the bodies from each other, then the heads from the bodies. These pieces joined the others on the floor.

The next picture was already damaged. Her father, mother and sister Hariet, all in wedding day finery. 

Georgina began to cry. The tears were for her father. She missed him terribly. She'd always been daddy's girl, his princess. Hariet was two years older than Georgina. She was the aggressive one, stroppy when she didn't get her own way. Jealous of the closeness of father and second daughter. Hariet demanded independence early in her teenage years. When she was eighteen she set herself up in her own flat. The more tractable Georgina was still coming home by ten so that daddy wouldn't worry.

She lent back in the settee and closed her eyes, almost unaware of the tears streaking her cheeks. She remembered her childhood. Sunny days. A smiling father, a tired mother, a scowling sister. Ice creams and picnics. But always daddy smiling, calling her his princess, buying her presents.

Daddy had always been so protective. He hadn't minded when she wanted to give up school half way through her A levels. He was pleased that she had broken up with William Bragg. 

She remembered the first night she went out with William. Her father had been so angry when she arrived home late. 

William Bragg. Her first real boyfriend. He was in upper sixth when she started her A level course. He'd kissed her at the Christmas party, and tried to get her drunk.

She remembered William with fondness, despite the untidy ending of their four month relationship. Despite Margot Goody. She had told Wayne all about William. He insisted on hearing every detail. It excited him. And his excitement excited her.

"Come on, tell me about him. We're engaged now. No secrets. You told me I was the first." Wayne was grinning. "I won't be jealous, but I want to know everything." And she knew from the butterflies of excitement in her belly he intended to find out and that she was looking forward to Wayne forcing her full revelations.

"There's nothing to tell. I went out with William Bragg for a while, that's all." She knew that wouldn't stop him.

"How long?"

"Four months."

"And he didn't make love to you? He must be queer."

"I was only seventeen."

Wayne snuggled up to her on the settee. Her parents were out. The gas fire was the only light in the room. 

"Tell me all the dirty details. I want to know everything he did to you and everything you did to him."

"Oh Wayne." Georgina was amused at his jokey insistence and only a little embarrassed. She was beginning to enjoy his racy conversation as much as his wandering hands.

"Tell me how you met." He swung his legs up on the settee and lay with his head in her lap.

"I knew him at school. At the sixth form christmas disco he kept tipping brandy into my coke." 

"And?"

"We danced and he told me he fancied me, he said I was the best looking girl in the school." She looked down at him and raised her eyebrows waiting for a comment.

"And?"

She wasn't going to get a compliment.

"We smooched and kissed a bit at the end of the disco. He was nice and in the upper sixth and he had a car, so I let him drive me home."

"And?"

"And daddy was furious because the disco ended at twelve and I didn't get home till one."

"So what were you two up to? Snogging in his daddy's car?"

"Yes." She smiled down at him.

"And did he feel you up like this?" Wayne's hands moved to cover Georgina's breasts. She felt the pleasurable tingle in her nipples that she had come to expect from his exploring fingers.

"No. He tried to, but I wouldn't let him. I was a good girl then." Her smile broadened. She hadn't complained at the liberty he was taking and she wanted him to notice how relaxed she was about the freedom she allowed his hands. She felt her nipples harden as he stroked them through the light fabric of the blouse and bra.

"And then?"

"He was away for christmas so I didn't see him till the new year. He took me to the cinema a few times on friday evenings and we met in town on Saturdays."

"Tell me about the first time you let him have a grope."

"Don't be sordid."

"Tell me."

"We'd been going out for weeks before I let him do what you're doing."

"Was it nice?"

"It was OK."

"Tell me about the first time you let him do this." Wayne's fingers undid the buttons of her blouse and he slipped his hands in to cup her breasts in the light support of her bra.

Georgina smiled down at him and stroked his hair. "You shouldn't be asking me about things like this."

"Of course I should. I want to know all about you. That's what we're about, really knowing each other. Now tell me all about when he did this." His hands continued exploring her breasts. 

"We went round to his house one saturday afternoon when his parents were out and he showed me his bedroom. We sat on his bed and kissed for a while and then he put his hand under my jumper."

"Did it get you all excited?"

"A bit." Georgina was feeling excited by the hand stroking her breast and by the conversation. 

"Did you let him undo your bra?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Lean forward." 

Wayne's fingers undid the remaining buttons of her blouse and as she lent forward deftly unsnapped the catch of her bra. Then his hands took possession of her breasts, cool fingers stroking over aching nipples.

"Did it feel good?"

"Yes."

"And did you let him see them?"

"Not that time." She continued to answer him in whispers.

"When. Tell me all the details," he whispered back.

"The next saturday we went to his room again and he put his hands up my jumper. Then he undid my bra and after a while pushed up my jumper. After that we kissed and he stroked my breasts."

"Nothing else? What did you do for him?"

"He wanted me to touch him but I wouldn't."

"You little tease. And the next time?"

"In his room again, a few saturdays later. We were on the bed and I had my top off. We'd been kissing and he put my hand on his trousers."

"Was his fly undone?"

"Not to begin with."

"Tell me, and do it." He took her hand and placed it on his crutch. She could feel his erection.

"He told me to feel it and he promised he wouldn't do anything. So I squeezed it like this," she squeezed Wayne's penis through his trousers, "while he stroked my breasts. Then he undid his trousers and put my hand inside his boxer shorts."

"And you wanted to? You just let him put your hand there?" 

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I wanted to know what it felt like. I'd never touched one before."

Their whispered conversation in the darkened room was building a bond of secrets in an atmosphere of trust. Georgina felt free to tell the man she loved what he wanted to know, and gratified by the pleasure she felt in telling him.

Wayne removed her hand and worked on his trousers. He guided her hand back to his bare penis.

"Did he get you to wank him?" Wayne lowered his voice to an tiny whisper.

"Yes," her whisper was a sigh. Her hand began wanking Wayne gently. 

"What did he do?"

"He kissed my breasts."

Wayne raised his head. His tongue snaked round Georgina's nipple. He lay back again and moved both hands back to her breasts.

"He taught you well. Or else you're a natural." He spoke in a normal voice that seemed to fill the room after the intimacy of the whispered confidences.

"Oh Wayne!" The magic moment was broken.

"Did you make him come?" 

Wayne's matter of fact tone made Georgina giggle. "Yes. He had to change his trousers and boxer shorts."

Wayne grinned. "And did you let him touch your cunt?"

The harshness of the way he spoke the word seemed to increase its volume. 

"Oh, Wayne, you know I don't like you using that word." She sounded shocked and hurt. She looked round the room as if to see who had overheard.

Wayne laughed at her reaction. "What should I call it?" He was whispering again. "Your love tube? Your entrance to paradise? Your pussy?" He put his arms round her neck, pulled her to him and kissed her, then whispered. "Or should I call it MY love tube, MY pussy, MY juicy cunt."

"Wayne, stop it!" The warmth had returned to her voice.

He laughed again. "We'll come back to that part later." He released her from his arms and his hands moved back to her breasts. "Keep stroking and tell me more about you and little Willie."

"I used to go round every saturday and do the same thing only after the first time he used to strip completely first."

"So the two of you would go to his room and strip off? No necking first or anything?"

The question startled Georgina. She was embarrassed by her reply. It made the relationship with William seem only physical."No, we'd just go into his room and he'd pull off his clothes and lie on the bed." 

"And you?"

"I always kept my knickers on."

"But you just walked in to his room and stripped off."

"Yes."

"Were you excited when you were walking up the stairs?"

Georgina remembered the tightness in her chest, the aching in her nipples and the warmth between her legs. It had been purely physical. Her body so looked forward to William's touch. She nodded.

Wayne rolled off the settee. "Strip off to your knickers. Quickly." It was an order, not a suggestion.

"Not here! We can't!" She was slightly breathless, excited by the forceful demand.

"Don't worry, daddy won't be back for another hour. I won't let daddy's princess be caught naked and panting in lust." He grinned. "As long as you don't waste time."

Wayne stripped quickly and then helped Georgina out of her clothes. He lay her on the floor. She was tense and kept giggling. He kissed her and stroked her body. He was excited and his excitement was contagious.

"Did you never take your knickers off for him?"

"No."

"But you let him touch you?"

"Yes. While I was stroking him I let him touch me."

"Like this?" Wayne's hand slid into her knickers and began to rub her clitoris.

"Yes." Georgina felt herself becoming wet and open. Her body enjoyed the feel of Wayne's naked skin on hers.

"Did he make you come?"

"Sometimes."

"While you were wanking him off?"

"Yes."

"So little Georgie-porgie likes having her little pudding and pie fingered." He lent forward and kissed her before she could complain. "And what a lovely juicy little pudding and pie it is. But naughty fingerlicking little Willie never got your knickers off."

"No."

Wayne was moving beyond William. His hands worked Georgina's knickers down and off. "I think your juicy little cunt wants something more than a finger in it now," he whispered. "Open wide, my cock is going to give it what it wants."

Georgina's legs were wide. Wayne moved on top of her and pushed into her welcoming warmth.

"Is this better than Willie's grubby fingers?"

"Yes," she whispered back. "Much better."

"I love the way your cunt loves my cock. They were made for each other."

Her arms were round him, pulling him hard against her, urging him on, driven by her pleasure and her fear that her parents could arrive home early.

"You're a wonderful fuck, Georgina," he gasped. "That's partly why I love you so much. Do you love me fucking you?"

"Yes, I do."

"Say it. Tell me what you love. Use the word."

She was loving it. She felt fulfilled when he was in her. "I love you fucking me, Wayne," she whispered. "I love you. Fuck me Wayne."

She remembered lying on the floor in front of the gas fire, totally naked, dreading to hear the sound of the door as her father returned. Wayne on top of her, pushing in, sliding between her legs, till he ejaculated onto her belly in a grunting gasping spasm of pleasure. She remembered sighing, partly from pleasure at his release, and partly in relief that they could dress before daddy came home.

"Your turn," he whispered. "You have to come like you did for your little Willie." His fingers took over and he smiled down at her, whispering, "Cunt. Juicy cunt. That's what it is and that's what it's called. And now it's my cunt. My juicy cunt. What is it?"

Georgina's body was responding, she felt her orgasm mounting. Two of his fingers slid inside her and then he stopped all movement and stared down at her. "Tell me what it is that I'm fingering."

"Don't stop."

"Tell me what it is I'm fingering and I'll finish you, then we can dress."

"It's your cunt," she whispered.

And his fingers moved again, rubbing over her clitoris. Her pleasure was mounting again. She felt the orgasm grow as his fingers worked their magic. 

"Tell me what it is again."

"It's your cunt, Wayne," she gasped.

"It's my cunt and you like me fingering it. Say it."

"It's your cunt, and I love you fingering it. I love you Wayne."

"You can come now," he whispered. "Tell me you love me."

"I love you, I love you," Georgina gasped as his dancing fingers released the orgasm they had so deftly built.

Georgina and her nice polite boyfriend Wayne were dressed and having a cup of tea when daddy arrived home an hour later. 

Georgina opened her eyes. The flat was empty. Her life was empty. Two months after her wedding the crash took her mother and father and left her lost and lonely, totally dependant on Wayne. 

Daddy was dead and now Wayne was gone too. 

As she stood up she bumped against the table. The broken legs gave way. Her coffee mug slid down the sloping surface and emptied on the carpet.

Georgina looked at the room and sighed. She was no longer interested. She went to the bedroom. 

The clock radio was still playing through the morning's golden oldie Beatles selection. The voice of Paul McCartney was singing "She's leaving home". 

She stood by the bedroom door and looked at the room. All the furniture was on Wayne's side. The bedside cabinet with the clock radio, the dressing table and chair, the wardrobe. Her ownership to the room was a path to the bed. She had to enter his territory even to get her clothes.

She walked round to Wayne's side of the bed, moved the chair and stood on it to reach her suitcases on top of the wardrobe. 

She only wanted her clothes and the few personal mementos she had brought to the flat when they first married. In her underwear drawer was the vibrator that Wayne had bought for her. She threw it in the bin. There also were the stockings and suspenders, crutchless knickers and peep hole bra. They followed the vibrator. 

She emptied Wayne's wardrobe and dressing table of her clothes then returned to the living room.

She had bought little for herself since she moved into the flat. She glanced through the CD collection. They were all Wayne's choice. She flicked through a pile of magazines. All Wayne's. She glanced at the videos. All Wayne's. It was as though she had stopped having any personality of her own on the day she married.

There were three books at the end of the shelf. They belonged to Georgina. Jane Austin's Emma, left over from her school days. It had never meant much too her, though she always intended to finish it. Nine and a half Weeks. That was a present from Wayne just before they married. She had read it and was more worried by it than excited. Fortunately Wayne hadn't bothered to read it. For him the video was enough. 

The last book was a tattered copy of a play, A Dolls House. She bought that at a charity shop the day after Wayne told her he would have more fun with a blow up doll. She had found it difficult to read at first, but then began to recognise herself in the yellowed pages. This one book was retrieved from the shelf and dropped it in the case. 

All of the possessions that she thought of as hers fitted easily into the two suitcases her father had given her when she packed the day before the wedding. She sat on the bed and looked around for what she intended to be the last time. It all seemed so unfair. She couldn't see why it had gone wrong, only how. 

At the beginning Wayne had been so perfect. Her mother liked him. Her father grew to accept that he would lose his princess. Even Hariet liked him. 

Wayne was twenty three when they met and so much more in control than any of the boys she had ever spent time with. 

The first time she saw him was through her bedroom window. She had just got out of bed and pulled her nightdress over her head. She was staring ahead expecting to see the view of the town over the bungalow roof opposite. Instead she saw a grinning face.

Wayne was painting their house. 

She froze, aware of her nudity, aware of a smiling handsome stranger grinning at her. He waved, then his face disappeared. 

Georgina was so embarrassed at their next meeting that she felt as if she was going to faint. But Wayne was very relaxed. He was leaning against his ladder by the front door as she was leaving. "I'm Wayne," he said.

She'd gaped at him, the blood rushing to her face.

"It's nice to meet you. Off to work?"

She nodded and rushed off.

"See you again, I hope," he called after her. "I'd like to see more of you."

That phrase and the slightly mocking tone he used stuck in her head all day. No one had seen so much of her since her mother had stopped bathing her.


Getting Back at Ex-Boyfriend



I was devastated when my boyfriend, Brad, broke up with me. I loved him and thought he loved me. We knew each other so well and had great fun together. There was nothing I wouldn't do to please him. But just like that he told me he wasn't sure he loved me anymore. He broke it off so suddenly and moved on, but I was still hung up on him.

The first time I saw Brad after we broke up was at a party. My eyes brightened when I saw him enter the house, but my heart sank when I noticed he was with another girl. They walked arm and arm, and I realized she must be his new girlfriend.

It certainly didn't take Brad long to get over me and find another girl. As the night went on I became drunker and more jealous. Brad barely paid any attention to me, and seemed very into his new lover. I decided I was going to get back at him. If he didn't want me, I knew lots of his friends would. I would make Brad jealous by fucking his friends.

I settled on Sean, one of Brad's best friends. He was handsome and sexy, and before I started dating Brad I was interested in Sean. I knew he was attracted to me; now it was just a question of getting him.

I walked up to Sean and said, "Can I talk to you? Alone upstairs?"

Sean sensed that I was bothered by Brad and his new girlfriend, so he agreed. I took his hand and led him up the stairs, casting a glance over my shoulder to see if Brad had noticed us. He was looking at us, but immediately shifted his gaze.

Once inside a bedroom, Sean said, "Kristin, I guess it must be tough for you to see Brad with Jacqui."

I sat down next to him on the bed and replied casually, "No, not really. He can have that slut if he wants her. Actually, now that Brad and I have broken up and he has a new girlfriend, I was hoping that maybe you and I could ... could start something up."

Sean looked at me with a combination of guilt and interest. "I don't know. Brad is one of my best friends."

I would not be denied. I wanted to get Brad jealous, and I was now also hot to get fucked by his friend. I had not had sex since Brad broke up with me, and the alcohol and itching between my legs prompted me on. I sidled closer to Sean and rubbed his thigh. 

"Don't worry about that. He's the one who broke up with me, and I want you. I want you so bad," I cooed. I then pressed my lips to his and kissed him. After a moment of hesitation, Sean kissed me back.

We made out for awhile, each of us breathing hard with desire. I then pulled my face back and smiled sexily at Sean. He watched me with wide eyes as I slowly took off my blouse and then bra. 

Sean admired my pert little tits for a moment, then reached up and caressed them. I sighed with lust as his fingers kneaded my firm flesh. I arched my chest and moaned when he began to gently squeeze my spiking nipples. 

Abruptly Sean dropped his hands. "I don't know if I can do this," he stammered.

My body was burning with need. "You can. Don't worry about Brad. Tonight I'm yours," I pleaded. I pushed him onto his back on the bed and before he could react I was unbuckling his pants. I had never acted so brazenly before, but I was so drunk and pissed off at Brad and it had been a long time since I last had sex.

I freed Sean's cock and moaned at the sight of his big, hard erection. I was easy in college and had sex with lots of guys, but the last two years had been spent exclusively with Brad. I had forgotten how exciting it was to be with a new man. And Sean's cock was bigger than Brad's, a nice thick seven inches. I ducked my head down and began to suck on his throbbing manhood.

"Oh, God," Sean muttered as my lips rode up and down his hard shaft.

"Mmmm," I moaned, my mouth salivating around his thick meat. 

I used to suck off Brad often when we first started dating. I like giving head; it's so kinky and erotic. But gradually he seemed less interested in getting blown. And having sex, too. Maybe I should have realized then that things weren't going as well as I had thought.

But things were going well now with Sean. His cock throbbed hotly between my suckling lips, and my pussy seeped with arousal. My eyes hazy with lust, I gazed up at Sean while my mouth bobbed slowly up and down his meaty shaft. He peered down hotly at me, and I knew he was as turned on as I was. 

I slurped on Sean's swollen organ for a few minutes, then decided it was time to have him inside me. I gave his engorged cockhead a saucy lick, then sat up. I peeled off my soaked panties and hiked up my skirt, exposing my furry wet cunt.

"Fuck me, please," I whispered.

Sean pulled me on top of his lap and I moaned when his stiff manhood rubbed against my oozing slit. I reached between our legs and gripped his turgid rod. I jerked on it slowly, then pressed the spongy knob to my slick gash. I sat down on his hard dick and let out a sigh of delight as my hungry cunt was filled with his thickness.

"Oh, so good," I whimpered as my pussy sheath contracted around Sean's hard prong. I squirmed on his lap, enjoying the feel of his shaft pulsating deep inside my churning cunt. I then began to ride the full length of his bloated column of cockmeat, my firm ass smacking against his pelvis each time I became fully impaled.

Sean breathed hard as I bounced up and down on his hardness. He thrust up into me while he rubbed my heaving little chest and gently pinched my throbbing nipples. My entire body shook with desire as my new lover thrilled me.

It was a passionate and frenzied fuck. We did like each other and were friends, but at that moment we were just crazed, primal animals. I writhed atop Sean's muscular body, my frothing crotch humping against his as he drove his thick spike hard and deep into my clasping pussy.

A mighty orgasm began to rumble deep inside my very core. I pounded down harder on Sean's fleshy pole and collapsed on top of him as I came. I bit down on his throat while my cunt spasmed uncontrollably around his plunging member. 

While my pussy creamed over and over, Sean groaned into my ear, "Kristin, are you on the pill?"

I could tell from the way his cock throbbed inside my fucksleeve that he was close to cumming. I had stayed on the pill after Brad and I had broken up, as I liked the way it regulated my periods. I was even more glad at that moment that I had stayed on it, as I desperately wanted to feel Sean shoot inside me.

"Yes," I moaned. "Cum inside me. Fill me with your hot cum." I squealed with rapture when I felt Sean's thick cock balloon inside my cunt and erupt. My pussy clamped down around his flexing organ as he spewed load after load of creamy sperm into my receptive box.

My own orgasm was heightened as Sean's cum splashed against my back wall. When we finally came down from our climaxes, I smiled weakly at Sean and kissed him. He kissed me back tenderly, and we both giggled when his softening cock sloshed out of my soupy hole.

"Thanks. I needed that," I purred as I stroked Sean's wet, rubbery dick. I did need to cum, but fucking Sean also made me feel attractive. My ego had taken a blow seeing Brad with Jacqui, and now I felt better about myself. I was also looking forward to seeing his expression when he saw me and Sean come back downstairs together.

We each got dressed, and I knew Brad would have to figure out that Sean and I had fooled around. He had an angry red hickey on his neck, and I had that just-fucked look, rumpled hair and flushed skin. We walked down the stairs, and I saw Brad looking at us. He seemed a bit upset, but again went back to talking with Jacqui.

How callous he seemed. I was his recent ex-girlfriend and had obviously just gotten fucked by one of his best friends. Yet he still paid no attention to me. I did two more shots of tequila, then flirted openly with Jim, another of Brad's friends. I then asked him to come upstairs with me. I made a little bit of a scene as we left, acting quite seductive, and I was sure Brad saw us.

I had the same trouble convincing Jim to fuck me as I did with Sean. But soon enough he was pounding away into my voracious cunt. His cock slid easily on the slick film of Sean's cum, and he soon shot his own load inside me. I had fucked two different guys in thirty minutes, something I thought I would never be able to do. But the way Brad made me feel I was capable of anything.

Jim and I got dressed, but I left my bra and panties in the bedroom. I wanted to feel free and uninhibited. I fastened only one button on my blouse, showing lots of breast, and sauntered back downstairs with Jim. The guys at the party looked at me with keen interest now, and it excited me. I also liked the smooth feel of my bare pussy beneath my skirt and the obscene knowledge that I was almost naked in a room of men. Cum dripping out of my well-fucked cunt and rolling down my thighs, I smiled sexily as guys came up to me. I was on fire, more wanton than ever before in my life.

Brad frowned when he saw me, but again resumed ignoring me. I did some more shots, then resolved to really get back at my insensitive ex-boyfriend. My head reeling from alcohol and my body aching for more action, I approached a group of guys.

"Hey," I giggled. "I'm kind of bored here. Will you guys entertain me upstairs?"

One of the studs looked at me and smiled, "What do you have in mind?"

I flashed him a seductive grin and replied huskily, "Come to the bedroom upstairs and you'll find out." I then turned and went to the stairs. I lifted my skirt up a bit and exposed my firm, bare ass, and heard the guys hoot with delight. I then went into the bedroom, stripped, and lay down on the bed.

I waited a few anxious minutes, wondering what I was doing. This wasn't at all like me. I was inviting a gangbang with a bunch of men I hardly knew. I was acting like a complete slut, and I loved it. And I knew this would really hurt Brad.

I heard the guys outside the door deliberating.

"Do you think Kristin means it? She's usually so sweet."

"Yeah, she's sweet alright. Sweet face, sweet ass, and I bet a sweet cunt."

"You saw the way she looked at us. She wants it. Now let's give it to her."

Finally the door opened and in came the four guys. They looked at my naked body hotly as I preened on the bed.

"Fuck me," I whispered.

"OK," they said in unison. They closed the door behind them and began to strip. 

I watched them with eager anticipation as they took off their clothes and tossed them in a pile. They then stood around the bed, their hard cocks jutting provocatively towards me. My heart beat with lust; I was actually going to take on all four studs at once.

The guy with the biggest cock knelt between my spread thighs and thumped his meaty log against my dewy mound. I squealed with delight when he shoved his hard, thick pole up my seething twat. I humped my ass off the mattress, skewering my wet, clasping cunt on his giant tool.

The other guys watched their friend fuck me, then one of them knelt by my face and turned my head towards him. I opened my mouth automatically and moaned as he slid his smooth shaft between my lips.

I writhed and moaned deliriously as the two men fucked my mouth and cunt. My lips rode up and down the stiff cock pumping my face while my hips gyrated around the fleshy spike reaming my spasming pussy. I was gorged on cock, in my mouth, my cunt, waiting above me. There was so much hard fuckmeat around me, all waiting to fill my willing holes.

"Hey, Kristin, suck me too," one of the guys said hoarsely as he gripped my hair, pulled me off of his friend's dick, and thrust his cock into my mouth.

"Mmmm," I moaned as I slurped on the new manly offering. The hunk held onto the back of my head and guided it up and down his throbbing shaft.

Feeling neglected, the two other guys took my hands and placed them on their hard pricks. I jerked on their stony members and continued to suck and hump the ones pounding into my face and cunt. I was a trembling mass of molten flesh, overwhelmed by the obscene pleasure of taking on four guys.

"Nice tight, wet cunt," the guy between my legs grunted as he nailed me hard and deep.

"Hurry up and cum, man. I want some of that," the man in my hand breathed.

The men took turns fucking my face, waiting for my pussy to be available. One of them couldn't hold back any longer, though, and cried out as he ejaculated wildly in my suckling mouth.

"Oh, yeah. Drink my jizz, slut," he rasped as his cock swelled between my lips and spewed gobs of sperm down my throat.

"Mmmmph!" I gurgled as I swallowed the creamy ropes of cum. He held my head down on his erupting shaft, so I had no choice but to continue to suck and drink. I gulped down the tangy fuckjuice and greedily breathed in air when he finally pulled his sated organ from my lips.

One softening cock was quickly replaced by a hard one. My mouth gooey with sperm, the other guy began pumping my face with his engorged tool. The guy plugging my cunt then slammed in balls-deep and groaned as he came. I came with him, squealing around the cockmeat stuffed down my throat while my pussy sheath contracted around the thick, discharging member.

The stud filled my cunt with his hot seed, making his own contribution to an already brimming reservoir of sperm. He then pried his slackening penis from my ravaged vagina. I felt empty inside, but there was still more hard cock ready.

The man I was jerking off took his buddy's place. I moaned groggily and allowed him to turn me over on my hands and knees. I then sighed with satisfaction when he mounted me from behind. The guy by my head fed me his swollen cock and I was again filled with dick on both ends.

I rocked back and forth between the two studs. My lips slid down one thick, pulsating shaft, then I bucked back and rammed my enflamed cunt against the other hard slab of cockmeat. I moaned constantly as my fuckholes were pumped full with virile man-flesh. I then came again when the two guys who had already fucked me began to pinch my spiking nipples.

"Christ, just last month I was drinking with Kristin and Brad, and she was the picture of purity. Now look at that slut go. She can't get enough. If I had known how horny she was I would have asked Brad for a threesome," the guy rubbing my tits chortled.

"She may have acted so prim and proper, but deep down Kristin really is a hot slut," the stud reaming my pussy added.

I should have been offended by their demeaning talk, but I couldn't be. After all, I was acting like a bitch in heat. I was the one who instigated the gangbang. And I was loving the constant supply of hard dick, cumming over and over again as the men used me. 

But I also wanted to be a slut. I wanted Brad to hear how many other guys had enjoyed his ex-girlfriend. 

"Fuck her hard, Pete. Each time you really give it to her, she takes me down deep," the guy pumping my face groaned.

The men gripped my head and hips and shoved me back and forth on their engorged staffs. Through my lusty haze I heard the door open and more people come in.

"Yeah, I heard there was a hot chick up here getting banged," someone said.

"Hey, wait your turn," the guy thrusting into me from behind answered. 

It was soon the two men's turn to cum. I gurgled with joy as one shaft flexed between my lips and erupted while the other hosed down the inner recesses of my pussy. I guzzled down the torrent of hot sperm gushing into my mouth while my cunt milked my other lover's throbbing organ.

I then collapsed on the bed exhausted. I looked around and saw three new guys eyeing me lustfully. They were naked and ready to do me. One of them knelt between my legs and thrust his stony dick up my slick fuck tunnel. The other two took my mouth.

Now this was getting out of control. I wanted to get back at Brad and get fucked, but doing seven guys at once was a little much. But I was out of control. I willingly accepted each hard cock that was thrust into my well-used holes.

I don't know how many guys fucked me that night. More men came into the bedroom, and I was passed around like a cigarette. My mouth and cunt were always full with cock, usually at the same time. My stomach was swimming with sperm, and my splayed pussy drooled fuck cream.

I had become more depraved than I thought possible. Any sense of morality or self-respect had vanished. There was no limit to how far I would go to get back at Brad, or to satisfy my raging sexual desires.

I was squatting on top of one stud, riding his huge member, and sucking three cocks by my head when I heard the door open again. I turned to see how many more men had come in to fuck me. But it was Brad and Jacqui.

Brad stared at me stupefied. As I gazed back at him, a thick rope of cum arced out from one of the cocks and splattered against my face. Another guy came too, and streams of creamy jism were soon raining down on me, covering my cheeks, chin, nose, and hair.

I continued to look at Brad as I bounced on the meaty pole pulsating in my cunt and the men coated my face with their sticky seed. I then turned and took one cum-dripping cock in my mouth and slurped up the rivulets of sperm.

"You actually went out with her?" Jacqui said with disbelief.

I heard Brad mutter quietly, "Yes."

I looked at him again and my heart surged with delight when I noticed a pained expression on his face. But he also looked at me with pity and disdain. But I didn't care, so long as I had hurt him. And I had done that.

The guys stopped fucking me for a moment while they looked guiltily at Brad. Brad shook his head, then left. They then looked back at me.

I gazed at my lovers and purred, "Who hasn't fucked me yet?" Nobody spoke up, so I guessed they had all done me. "Well, then fuck me again."

The guys laughed, and my mouth and cunt were again filled with thick cockmeat.

Brad may have felt sorry for me, but I would show him. He would have to live with the knowledge that all of his friends were fucking me. And now that my libido had been unleashed, I was looking forward to doing every one of them.



Getting Back Ch. 02



In Chapter 1 Georgina Georgina learnt of love and marriage, disappointment and pain. She knew nothing of husband Wayne’s betrayal with her sister Harriet. After a fight, she decided enough was enough – she was leaving.


CHAPTER TWO

As Georgina walked the cases grew heavier. She hadn't enough money for a taxi and her sister's house was over a mile away. By the time she arrived she felt as though her arms were stretched enough for her knuckles to scrape the floor.

Harriet was not in. Georgina went round the back and found the spare key under the brick. She put her cases in the hall and made a cup of tea. She was sure that Harriet wouldn't mind. They had never been particularly close, but they were sisters. She wrote a note to explain the presence of the cases. And suddenly she felt good.

Already things were sorting out. She would stay with Harriet until she found a job and a place of her own. She would find her own friends. And maybe a lover. She pulled the engagement ring and then the wedding ring from her finger and dropped them into her purse. She was no longer married. No longer Wayne's property.  

Life was going to be good. Georgina locked the door and replaced the key under the brick. She was going to enjoy her new life. Nothing would stop her. She was going to do exactly what she wanted whenever she wanted. She felt good. She felt strong. She was ready for a real beginning.

The new Georgina sang as she walked along the street. This was quite a change from recent months when she rarely left the house and never sang. Her whole life was transformed. She grinned, clenched her fists and began to whistle. Her whistling technique wasn't very good, but that didn't worry her.

She reached the bank, ignoring the stares that followed her jaunty walk and tuneless whistling. She put the card in the hole in the wall, tapped in the numbers and grinned again. She withdrew all but one pound from the joint account. With two hundred and eighty four pounds in her purse she headed for the shopping centre.

She took her time over shopping, picking out clothes that were completely different from those she normally wore. She tried on everything, searching for inspiration. She felt that she needed a new image of herself for herself. But couldn't find one. Nothing caught her fancy in the first few shops she visited, so she took a break and treated herself to a cup of coffee and a cream doughnut. While she nibbled at the doughnut and sipped at the coffee seated by the window of the cafe, she watched others bustling around the enclosed world of the shopping centre. She felt quite sorry for the harassed mums with their little children and baby buggies. Perhaps things would have been different if she and Wayne had of had children.  But Wayne always said he was too young to be a father and that he needed to build the business up first.

With the plate cleared of the last grains of sugar and the tips of her fingers licked clean for the last time, she returned to the task of finding a new image. 

In the next shop she was holding a rather skimpy dress against her body when she was spoken to.

"It's Georgina isn't it? Hi, haven't seen you for ages."

Georgina looked round.  This was not the friend she would have chosen to meet. Margot Goody. She had rarely seen her since she left school. Margot Goody. The girl that William Bragg two timed her with. But that was the past. This was now. And it was good to have someone to talk to.

"Hello Margot! It's lovely to see you again. How's life?"

"Not so bad. Have a look." She smiled a triumphant smile and held out her hand to show a rather flashy engagement ring.

"Craig popped the question at last. Do you remember Craig Howarth?"

Georgina nodded, vaguely remembering a spotty youth.

"He's an assistant manager with the Midland bank now.  How are things with you and Wayne? I've hardly seen you since the wedding."

Georgina remembered. Margot had been going out with one of Wayne's friends. She'd tried to flirt with Wayne at the reception. Georgina grinned. "Brilliant," she said. She held out her hand, to show no ring. "I finished it last night."

"Oh," a look of concern softened Margot's face. "I'm sorry."

"I'm not. Wayne's a bastard and I'm so pleased to be shot of him I could fly."

"Oh!" The idea that someone could be pleased to lose a husband like Wayne was so alien to Margot that she was left speechless for a moment. She caught her breath and searched for a safer topic of conversation. "Are you still working at the fish and chip shop?"

"No, Wayne didn't like me working evenings so he made me jack it in. He still went out drinking of course, but at least I was there when he came home."

"Where are you living now? I mean if.."

"No longer in the flat. I packed my things and took them over to my sister's this morning. I want to get away from everything to do with him."

"What are you going to do about a job? Will you go back to the fish and chip shop?" Margot sounded very concerned and her face radiated feigned distress.

"I'll see what turns up." Georgina did not want Margot's pity. She changed the subject decisively. "What do you think of this dress?"

"I don't think it's quite you," Margot giggled. She lowered her voice to a whisper and accurately expressed Georgina's own  thoughts. "It's rather, well, tarty, isn't it."

The expected condemnation was enough to sway Georgina. "I like it," she said. She enjoyed the look of disapproval on Margot's face.

"Where could you wear it?"

"Anywhere, anytime." Georgina said. "In fact I'm going to wear it now."

Margot's surprised expression made her determined to carry her statement through. She went to the counter and paid for the dress. She asked the assistant to cut off the tags so that she could wear it out of the shop. 

It cost sixty pounds, but the dress was at a sale price and reduced by a third, so she felt pleased.

She went into a cubicle and put on the dress. Her bra strap was showing. She couldn't have that. With a joyful feeling of reckless abandon so she removed the bra. Then, since it was a hot day, she removed her tights as well. She looked at herself in the mirror and was pleased with the result. She re-joined Margot.

"It's a bit, revealing," Margot said. The dress gave a good view of her cleavage and the light material barely disguised the shape of her nipples.  

"You mean tarty," Georgina said.

"Oh no, not tarty, not really, but it is, well, young for you."

"I'm as young as I feel. And I feel good." She looked in the mirror and did a twirl, noticing the skirt was short enough to give a glimpse of knickers from the slightest movement. She was glad she'd removed the tights.

"If you don't go back to the fish and chip shop what will you do? There aren't many jobs around." Margot wanted to change the subject again.

"I don't care."

"What happened to your eye?" 

Make up didn't quite cover the discolouration of an old bruise. 

"A present from Wayne, almost a week ago."

"Wayne hit you? I didn't know he was like that."

"He's been like that for years. Every few weeks he liked to show me who was boss. It was really nice of him, but I never argued so I didn't understand why he needed to do it."

"Oh, Georgina, I am sorry."

"Don't be."

"Would you like to talk about it," Margot had her caring voice on, she wanted to dig the dirt. "We could go for a coffee."

"I'd rather have a lager. Do you fancy one? They should be open." She wanted to show Margot that she felt free and happy and going to a pub without Wayne would confirm that she really was an adult.

Margot followed her to a nearby pub and waited while Georgina bought two lagers.

"You mustn't let what happened with Wayne put you off men." Margot said when they'd got their drinks. "They're not all like that. Craig would never lift his hand to me."

"That's what I thought about Wayne before he started. But I'll tell you what to do if he does. Don't put up with it. Don't worry about his tears and apologies. Don't try to understand. Just wait for your chance, smack him one, and leave the bastard."

"Did you hit Wayne?" Margot really was surprised.

"I really damaged him."

"What happened?"

Georgina grinned, proud of the memory. "He came in last night at seven, he'd gone to the pub after work as usual. He told me my cooking was crap and when I looked miserable he smacked me round the face and told me to pull myself together."

Margot nodded, waiting for more.
"He also told me I was crap in bed. He actually said he'd have more fun humping a blow up doll. That was one of his favourite lines. I don't know why it annoyed me so much. I suppose it's because I used to enjoy sex. When we first went out our sex life was fantastic. But in the last year he's only ever been good for five
minutes once a week." 

Georgina paused, memories of the early days had slid into her thoughts. She shook her head, then took a long drink from her lager. "They say men hit their prime early and tail off fast. A blow up doll is all the woman he'd be capable of satisfying. Anyway, instead of feeling miserable like I usually did, I felt angry. So I didn't stand there crying," she held up her fist. "I punched him." 

Georgina laughed at Margot's wide eyes. She remembered the feeling of exultation when her fist connected with Wayne's nose. She remembered the comical look of surprise on his face as he reeled backwards, caught the backs of his legs on the coffee table and fell heavily to the floor.

"Weren't you scared?" Margot asked.

"No, I never was scared of him in that way. I always thought it must be my fault and he was hitting me because of what I'd done. I was scared of losing him, not scared of him hitting me."

"What did he do?" Margot was clearly shocked by the story.

"He went wild." Georgina answered calmly. "He got off the floor, blood pouring from his nose. He yelled at me that I was a bitch and he was going to kill me. He tried to grab me, so I smacked him in the eye. He yelled again so I kicked him very hard, right where it hurts most and he curled up like baby and lay on the
carpet crying. I left him to it and went to the kitchen. I made myself a cup of tea but I was still annoyed, so I didn't make him one." 

Georgina was enjoying telling the story. It seemed to put the events into perspective, helping her to understand what had happened.

"Georgina!" Margot sounded horrified.

"Don't be so shocked, he's capable of making himself a cup of tea. And I had every reason to be annoyed, he'd spattered his blood on my dress, and you know how hard it is to get rid of some of those wash day stains." Georgina grinned. She was feeling good. Her own person.

"So what did Wayne do?" the bemused Margot asked.

"About five minutes later he came in the kitchen and told me he was sorry. So I told him to go fuck himself."

Margot's face registered shock again. She looked around to see if anyone else had heard the word.

"It's a perfectly reasonable thing to suggest to a total wanker, but he got all angry again," Georgina continued. "So I threw my tea over him." Georgina forced her face into a mock caring mould and covered one of Margot's hands with one of hers. "So you see, I did behave like a caring wife. He did get a cup of tea after all." She sat back and grinned at Margot's horrified face. 

"He wasn't grateful though, he just stormed out of the flat without so much as a thank you. That's when I finally realised that he's a stupid weak-kneed toe rag, and I didn't want to be with him any more." 

Georgina raised her glass to her lips and emptied it. Then looked directly in Margot's eyes. But she wasn't seeing Margot. "Why did I ever think I couldn't live without him? Since he left I've felt like super
woman. I've never felt so good in my life before. I'm me and I can do what ever I want." 

The words were more a prayer than a statement.
"Are you sure?" Margot asked. "Are you sure you aren't just, well a bit hysterical."

Georgina jerked back to reality and laughed. "Of course I am. I know how it must feel to be let out of prison after getting a life sentence. I am a new person. Reborn and ready to live. Want another drink?"

"Oh no, I couldn't have two at lunchtime. I ought to be going, I still haven't done the shopping for dad's tea, and Craig's coming round at six."

"Well I'm having another."

"Oh, I really can't stay and you shouldn't be here on your own."

"Don't worry about me," Georgina said, "I can look after myself. You go and shop.  See you again."

"Come and visit sometime," Margot said. "I still live at home. I'm in most tuesdays, that's Craig's bowling night."

"Maybe I will. It was good to meet you again after all this time."

Georgina went to the bar. Margot fluffed around a little, then said goodbye and left the new Georgina to her new life.



Georgina ordered her drink. There were three men at the bar. Perhaps men was a bit of an exaggeration. Georgina guessed they were just old enough to be drinking legally. They were trying to look cool.

"Let me get that for you," one of them said.

Georgina looked at him. He was about her height, with a friendly, slightly chubby face that looked as though it had been polished. 

"If you really want to buy it for me," Georgina said, "I'll be quite happy to drink it."  She was feeling good after her reconstruction of life for Margot. She sipped the lager, smiled at the stranger and returned to the table where she had been sitting with Margot. The man paid for her drink and followed her to her table. 

"Would you mind if we joined you?"

"I haven't come apart yet, but if you want to come and sit with me, I wouldn't mind." She was her old self, the person that worked in the fish and chip shop and bantered with the customers. She felt confident and wanted to prove to herself that she was able to talk to males other than Wayne. 

His two friends followed him. "My name's George, this is Wolf and Denzil."

"Denzil?" She looked at the third man, he was quite stocky and obviously of afro-caribbean decent. "How do you do, Denzil. I don't think I've ever met a Denzil before. I've met a lot of wolves and I'm another George."

"Your name's George?" George asked.

"Georgina, but you can call me George. You can call me anytime you want." The flirtatious persona she had slipped into was fun. She felt in control. Denzil obviously found her attractive and that was good for her morale. All three were also a bit nervous and working hard at being relaxed. That made her feel brave. 

The three men sat down.

"Is your friend coming back?" Wolf asked. "It's George's birthday and we're in the mood for a celebration." 

His face looked more foxy than wolflike, Georgina thought.  "Happy birthday, George. I'm afraid my friend won't be back, there's only me."

"That's enough for me," Denzil said. 

She looked at him, thinking how the new Georgina should answer. He looked strong. She wondered if he was as muscular in all parts of his body. She thought she would like to find out the truth about the black man myth, she'd never had sex with a black man. She'd never had sex with any man other than Wayne.  Denzil wasn't really black, but he was close enough for an experiment.

"I'm more than enough for you," she replied with an arch smile, "I'm enough for all three of you. But not on one lager." She was almost shocked by the brazen response. But it felt too good a line to retreat from.

They laughed. "Now we know you're available there's just the haggling over price," Wolf said. The other two looked at her to see if he'd gone too far.

George broke into the silence before she could react. "I haven't seen you in here before. Do you live nearby?"

"No, I only came in for a drink. Thank you for buying it. Cheers." She raised her glass and drank deeply. She was beginning to think she wasn't really ready for this.

"Cheers," they replied and they raised their glasses and drank.

"It's nice to meet a friendly and beautiful woman," Denzil said. It was clear from the way he looked at her that he realised she found him attractive. 

"You mean you fancy your chances," she said. " But what about your friends? Or are you the modern day version of the three musketeers."

Wolf laughed. "All for one and one for all you mean?" He looked at her hard, but grinning.

"Something like that," she said.

"Well if you're the one, I'd be happy to share."

"That's very nice of you," Georgina said. "I'm not sure that I'd be happy though. I'm used to one bloke at a time. It may be disappointing, but it means I'm in control." She made the movement from the gas advertisement of lighting an invisible cigarette light with her thumb. 

"Excuse me, I need to go. While I'm away, feel free to talk amongst yourselves. I shall return." She raised her glass to her lips and emptied it, then got up and went to the toilet. She was beginning to lose her nerve.

"She's a pro," Wolf said once she'd left. 

"Never," George said. But he was interested rather than denying.

"Of course she's a pro. Three of you but not for one lager. All for one. And then she goes off so we can decide if we want her. She's a pro. And very nice too, if you don't notice her eye. Fancy a bit?"

"I'm game," Denzil said. "What do we do, toss a coin for who goes first?"

"She'll decide that, she said she wants control."

"How much do you think she'll charge?" George asked.

"I reckon we could get the lot for maybe fifty or sixty quid. It's the afternoon, this is like bunts for her."

"Fifty or sixty each?" George asked.

"Naw, twenty each. Only, we're not going to her place, we'll take her out in the car or back to your flat George. I don't want to find some broken nosed pimp jacking up the price and judging from her eye that's what we'd find. Are you all in? 'Cos if not, I'll see what I can arrange for myself."

"I'm in," George said. "Are you sure she's a pro? You'll look stupid if she isn't."

"She's a pro, but she won't come straight out with it."

"She may not want to go off with three strangers either," Denzil said.

"Let me worry about that. Are you in?"

Denzil shrugged, "I'm in for twenty quid, but no more."

"Make it thirty," Wolf said. "We'll treat George to a birthday fuck."

Denzil nodded, "OK, but thirty's tops."

"Leave the talking to me. Denzil, get her another lager." Denzil went to the bar to buy the drink.

In the ladies, Georgina re-touched her make up and had a long look at herself in the mirror. She liked what she saw. The dress looked good on her, not exactly subtle, but good. It had certainly got the attention of the three men in the bar. She thought about them. They were a bit younger than her. She felt quite mature at twenty two. An old married lady. She guessed none of them had reached twenty yet. They were all OK, but she did fancy Denzil. 

She grinned at the thought that maybe the other two could warm her up for him so she was really in the mood to get the best out of Denzil. She shook her head at herself in the mirror and went back to the bar.

As soon as she sat down Denzil put a fresh glass of lager in front of her. She smiled her thanks. He nodded his head in acknowledgement and she noticed his eyes paused on her cleavage before returning to her face. He grinned.

"Cheers," Wolf said. He raised his glass to her.

Georgina raised her glass in reply and sipped. "Aren't you boys having another drink?"

"We were thinking of going on somewhere else," Wolf answered. "Maybe you'd like to come with us?"

"Where were you thinking of going?" Georgina asked. 

"We were thinking of going back to George's place, he lives just round the corner. A bit of music, a few drinks, a pleasant way to spend the afternoon."

Georgina laughed. "An afternoon with the three musketeers, now there's an offer." The offer was interestingly close to the idea she had just been fantasising about.




Getting Back Ch. 02



Wolf nodded. "There's an offer," he said, and winked knowingly at her. "You don't seem to be too busy at the moment."

"I was going to do some shopping," Georgina said. "I bought this dress this morning, and I fancied buying some other clothes."

"How much?" Wolf asked. "If you don't mind a blunt question."

"I don't mind at all. Sixty pounds, and well worth it don't you think."

"Sounds a bit expensive," Wolf said. I'd have though forty was about right."

"Sixty was the sale price. It should have cost ninety."

Wolf shrugged. "Fair enough," he said, "sounds expensive to me."

"It's good value for money as far as I'm concerned," Georgina replied. She looked down at her dress, noticing that the outline of her nipples seemed even more prominent. She was enjoying the effect the dress had on these boys. They saw her as an exciting mature woman, confident, worldly, and were trying to impress her.

"It's two now," Wolf said. "You come round George's place till five. How does that sound?"

"I haven't said I'll come yet. Anyway, I may not want to stay that long, that would depend on how well you kept me entertained. I like to be well looked after." She realised that what she had said was almost an agreement to go.

"You'll be well looked after." Denzil said. 

Georgina looked at him. She could read sexual signals in his eyes. These three men were suggesting that she go round to their flat and... and she was interested. She felt breathless. There was no mistaking their intention. They wanted her to.. Three men. Three strangers in a flat. To make love to... No, to fuck with three men in the afternoon. 

She felt giddy. She felt frightened. She wanted to go. She wanted the risk, wanted the adventure, wanted the ..  Wanted to get back at Wayne. Wanted to assert her new found freedom.  It felt right. Start a new life with a bang she thought, and she laughed. 

"And you'd be in control," George said. 

She read excitement in his body language. There was no mistaking what they would expect from her if she went with them. But she suppressed that thought. One action at a time. See what happens.

"OK," she said. She felt her stomach tighten in anticipation. "But I'm in full control at all times."

"Agreed," Wolf said. He stood up. "I just need to go to the toilet. Got some change boys?" 

The others pulled some change from their pockets and Wolf helped himself to pound coins from their hands.


The flat was small, little more than a bed sit with its own bathroom and built in kitchen area. There was a large bed settee, a small coffee table and in front of that a dining table with two chairs.

"I'll open a bottle of wine," George said. "Is that all right?"

"Lovely," Georgina said. She put her carrier bag and purse on the floor just inside the door.

"Why don't you take your dress off," Wolf said, as he dropped three packets of condoms on the coffee table. 

Georgina looked at the packets. There was a moment of silence. "You certainly don't believe in subtlety and time wasting," she said sharply.

"Time is money, why waste it. We all know what we're here for, so let's get on to the good bit."

"I like things to move at a more gentle pace. George did offer a glass of wine. Someone also mentioned music and pleasant atmosphere." She felt more nervous now, though in a way Wolf's blatant statement made things easier. There was no confusion here, they knew what they were here for and believed she did as well. She looked round at the door.

"Cool it, Wolf, and put on some music," Denzil said. "You're in control, Georgina, just say what you want."

"Well, Denzil," she said. "thank you for being a gentleman." She took a deep breath. Her stomach felt knotted and her knees felt wobbly.

"Come and sit down. Ignore Wolf, he's got a warped sense of humour.

She moved to the settee and sat down. They were still looking at her. She was the centre of attention. She pushed her hair back with one hand and looked round the flat. 

George was opening a bottle of wine, Wolf was looking through a collection of tapes. She had agreed to come here. She had come here. And they were waiting. They thought they were with a woman of experience and were waiting for her to take the lead.

"If you want to use the bathroom, it's in there." Denzil said.

"Not at the moment," Georgina said.

George had opened the wine and poured Georgina a glass. She took it and sipped. "Thanks." Some slow moody music that she didn't recognise began to play.

"Is that OK?" Wolf asked.

"That's lovely Wolf, thank you."

"This flat is short on atmosphere, George," Denzil commented. He switched on a side lamp, and drew the curtains. "That better, Georgina?"

"Much better, thank you," Georgina answered. She thought she should be beginning to regret her decision to come. But that wasn't how she felt. She felt light headed on a mixture of anticipation and dread. 

"Are you ready to take your dress off now?" Wolf asked. He grinned at her. His tone was enquiring, not threatening.  

"Please," George added. 

The breathless quality of his "please" made her shiver. She felt a rush of excitement at the repetition of the blatant request. She felt empowered to behave as freely as the request suggested. There was to be no play acting, only action. With her in the central role.

There were two dining chairs by the table opposite the settee. George sat on one, Wolf on the other, and Denzil perched on the table. All three were holding wine glasses. George was still clutching the bottle.

Georgina looked at them without answering. She sipped her wine. She had them in the palm of her hand. She was in control. She could take this as far as she wished. She felt powerful. They wanted her to take her dress off. Just like that. They were watching her, like an audience waiting to be entertained.

She put the glass on the floor and reached behind her for the zip. As she unzipped the dress her nervousness returned. She paused. "I'm not sure this is a good idea," she said.

"It's a brilliant idea," George said. His eyes were bulging slightly and there were beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Just do it," Wolf said rather sharply.

"Leave the lady to move in her own way," Denzil said. "A bit of anticipation, a bit of teasing, that's what makes life's pleasures full."

"You're a philosopher," Georgina said. She looked at his dark eyes and slow lazy smile. He was relaxed, but waiting.

"I'm a man who enjoys the good things in life and understands that the best things mature slowly and don't come too quick." He grinned. 

Georgina felt a shiver travel down her spine and wasn't sure if it was from fear or excitement.

"You're in charge," Denzil said. "You move at your own pace to tease and please."

"I'll go for that," Wolf said. "We got time, and you're the pro."

"It is warm in here though," George said. "So you might be more comfortable with the dress off."

Georgina laughed. He was like a puppy, eager to please and waiting to have his tummy tickled.

The three men sat passively, waiting for her move. The zip was down. She was holding the front of the dress. The fact that she had no bra on unnerved her. It was as though she had intended this to happen. She was glad that she was not wearing tights, she'd always hated the look of tights when she'd undressed in front of Wayne. 

She reached for her glass, still holding the dress in place with one hand. She sipped and looked at the men. "Cheers," she said, and raised her glass.

"Cheers," came the chorus reply.

Georgina tipped back her glass and emptied it completely.

"Would you like some more?" George asked.

"That would be very nice." Georgina smiled and held out her glass. She knew she was stalling for time. She didn't normally drink much and had missed breakfast. Three lagers and a glass of wine were having an effect. 

George stood up and moved closer. He poured some wine into her glass. His hand was shaking slightly.

"Are you nervous about something?" Georgina asked. She felt pleased that her hand was steady.

George shook his head.

"Excited, perhaps?"

George grinned and nodded. "You haven't got a bra on, have you," he whispered.

"No," Georgina said. She moved the glass to her lips and sipped. "So if I moved my hand... Well."

"If you were standing up, would your dress slide all the way to the floor?"

"I think it probably would."

George licked his lips, then moved back and sat down again.  

"Is that what you'd like to see?" Georgina asked.

"Please," George whispered.

It seemed like the easy option. She wouldn't have to do anything, just stand up, let go of the dress and let gravity do the rest. She wouldn't have to undress herself, just let the pull of the earth bare her body.

Georgina stood up. "Well, since it's your birthday, George, I suppose I ought to give you a little birthday treat, since you've asked so nicely." 

She held out her glass to Wolf. "Could you hold this for a moment for me," she asked. She was pleased by her composure. Wolf took the glass and put it with his on the table. Georgina looked at George. "Ready?"

George put the wine bottle and his glass on the table and nodded.

"La la la, la la la la," Wolf hummed The Stripper music. 

Georgina laughed, then dropped her arms. The dress slowly slipped off her shoulders and slid to the floor.

George sighed. Wolf stopped singing. Georgina looked down to the dress lying in a circle round her feet. She looked at her breasts and the pointy dark nipples. Then Wolf clapped. Denzil and George joined him, clapping and laughing.

"You have got a beautiful pair of tits." Wolf said.

Georgina looked at the three grinning faces. "Thank you. May I have my drink now?"

Wolf passed her glass. "How about a kiss for the birthday boy, then?"

Georgina smiled at George. She felt good standing almost naked but unafraid in front of three strangers. Wayne had tried to get her to do a strip for him soon after they'd married. He'd put on some music, he'd clapped and egged her on. But she'd felt stupid and embarrassed. She'd done it, but hated it. This time it had felt natural. Her choosing.

She moved closer to George and lent forward, he raised his face and she kissed him on his lips. His hands covered her breasts, kneading them as he kissed her. A stranger's hands touching her intimately and by her invitation. 

She straightened up.

"Let me kiss them?" George's hands moved to her hips and encouraged her to move closer to him. His lips covered one nipple, then kissed across her breasts to the other nipple and sucked on it gently. 

She looked down at his face nuzzling her breast then looked at the other two. They were staring, jaws slack. It was obvious that they could hardly believe their luck.

Denzil's hand moved to stroke the breast that George's lips had just vacated. Georgina looked at the dark skinned fingers on her breast as she felt George's tongue twirling round her other nipple.

"Now  now, Denzil," she said. "I'm in charge, and I'm looking after the birthday boy at the moment."

"Sorry, I just though I might start looking after you." Denzil said rather sheepishly. He removed his hand. 

Georgina put a hand on his thigh and smiled at him. She was pleased that he had accepted her rejection. She stroked his thigh. "We'll get round to that," she said. "Just keep your hands to yourself for the time being." 

She was in control. She looked down at his crutch, there was a noticeable bulge stretching his trousers. "You're pleased to see me aren't you, or is that a gun in your pocket?" She'd always wanted to use that line at an appropriate time.

Denzil grinned at her. "You can find out whenever you want."

Georgina felt a blush beginning. She distracted herself by stroking George's head. "That's enough for the moment, George. Pour me another glass of wine." 

As she said it she realised she hadn't emptied the glass. She swallowed the wine  and gave the glass to George. 

"I need to pay some attention to the wolfman or he'll begin to howl," she said. "Why don't you take your shirt off so that I can see your chest," she suggested as she moved past Denzil. She felt good giving instructions. She sat on Wolf's knee. One of his hands took hold of a breast. "Be gentle, Wolfman, I don't want any scratches or bruises."

"What happened to your eye then?"

"That was caused by a pig who wouldn't listen. He won't ever get the chance to do it again and I left him with bruises on his private parts to remind him of his bad manners."

"I'll be gentle," Wolf said. "I'm a sheep in wolf's clothing really."

Wolf moved to kiss her. Georgina allowed it. He kissed well, his tongue flicking across her lips without being too insistent to enter her mouth. His hand smoothed over her breasts, then up and down her back. She relaxed and enjoyed the sensations for a moment, then pulled away. George and Denzil were staring at her.
They looked hungry.

"That was nice," she said. She got off his knee. He made no attempt to stop her which increased her confidence.

"I got your wine ready." George held out the glass.

"Thank you, birthday boy." She took the glass and stood in front of Denzil. He had taken his shirt off as she had asked. She looked at his chest muscles, firm and well developed. She stroked his wide shoulder and thick arm. "Very nice, Denzil."

He began to reach out to touch her.

"Not yet, Denzil, looking only." His arms went back to his sides. "Good boy." 

His instant obedience made her feel stronger and more sure of herself. She sipped from her glass, then stroked his chest. They was no chest hair. The skin was smooth and she could feel the ribbed muscles as her hand moved down his stomach to stop at his belt buckle. He stared at her. She felt her knees going
weak.

"You can see mine if I can see yours," he said. He voice sounded less confident than the words implied.

"That sounds fair," she said. She slowly undid the belt buckle with one hand. Denzil didn't move. She undid the top of his trousers and worked the zip down. Striped underwear bulged where the zip had held the trousers tight. Georgina felt a tight ball akin to fear in her belly, but she didn't want to stop. She sipped her wine again, then slid her hand into the elastic top of the pants and eased a growing penis into view. It was big, and very dark. She squeezed it aware that she had passed a point of no return.

"Suck it," Denzil said.

Georgina shook her head. She emptied her glass and felt a little dizzy. She stepped back. She knew she was going to do it. Going to screw all three. "I think you should take off your clothes, birthday boy," she said.

"You've seen mine and I still haven't seen yours," Denzil said.

That was true. Georgina looked at Denzil's penis, sticking out of his pants. She hooked her thumbs through her panties and pushed them down. She sat on the edge of the settee to remove them and her shoes, then lent back.

"I still can't see yours properly," she said to Denzil. "You'd better take your trousers off."

Denzil slid off the table and took off trousers and pants, then sat back on the table.

"And you," she said to George. 

George began to undress a little self consciously.

"And you, Wolfman," she said to Wolf. 

Wolf grinned, stood up and stripped, his eyes holding hers while he did. 

"Does the birthday boy go first?" he asked.

Georgina nodded.

"Then Denzil?"

"No," Georgina answered. "Denzil gets the anticipation, Denzil watches."

The thought of Denzil, naked, dark skinned, with a turgid penis, sitting on the table watching, while she made love to two other men was melting her body. 

George was naked. Georgina lent back on the settee and looked at him approaching her. She pointed at the coffee table. George paused and took a condom. She watched him roll it on his erect penis.  She looked at Denzil. He took hold of his penis and pointed it at her.  Wolf was staring at her. His long penis jutting out of thick dark pubic hair. It was solid and curving up slightly. He was moving closer. She realised she had put herself into the middle of a male fantasy. She was the girl in the films that she had disliked Wayne watching.  

"She's really enjoying that," Wayne would say. "She's a horny bitch."

"That's me!"  Georgina thought. "I've put myself in the film."  

She looked around. George was kneeling by the end of the settee. He was lifting one of her legs onto the settee. He was staring between her legs. She'd seen the scene. Now she was in it. The star. Denzil grinned at her as George's fingers stroked between her legs. His penis looked huge. Wolf was beside her. A hand touched her hair.  It was Wolf's hand, not Wayne's. Wayne was not here. He was somewhere else. He was watching. Watching her. She was crap in bed. She was too inhibited. She was like a blow up doll. Wayne was watching. Wayne was not there.

Wolf's hand moved to her cheek. His finger curled round her chin, turning her head. His penis was a few inches from her face and it was big. Bigger than Wayne's. Bigger than Denzil's.   She had grown to dislike sucking Wayne. But the woman she had become for these three men would not be frightened of a penis in her mouth. 

Her mouth opened of its own accord. One of her hands moved to grasp the penis and her lips circled the shiny, smooth skinned head.  Wolf groaned. George's fingers were slipping inside her. He was adjusting her hips with his other hand.

"Play with your tits," Wolf said. 

She kept one hand gripping his penis, holding it so that she could control how she sucked and licked at the end. Her other hand moved to one breast on command. 

She was in a male fantasy and she knew her role. Wayne could watch. He could watch her enjoy all the pleasures he ever wanted. But all he could ever do was watch. He would never make her feel again.  He would never touch her again. He would never hurt her again.

George pushed into her. She sighed. The penis in her hand was throbbing. She looked up at Wolf and wanked it, smiled, then stuck out her tongue and licked the tear drop that formed on its one blind eye. 
Wolf groaned again. 

Georgina felt control. She wanked harder. Her hand that was feebly stroking her breast left for a different goal. It cupped Wolf's balls. She gripped them, and wanked him harder as George pushed in. She wanked Wolf in time to George's thrusts, nipping and licking at the sensitive skin of the head as it was uncovered by her hand manipulating his foreskin. Manipulating. That was all there was to it.

George's efforts became frantic, demanding her attention. His hands were gripping her breasts, his body almost covering hers as he tried to push faster and deeper inside her. She spread her legs wider, let go of Wolf and gripped George's shoulders.

"Fuck me then, birthday boy," she whispered as her hips moved in time with his.  "Fuck me."

She felt his climax approaching and groaned to speed it on. George cried out as he came. Georgina grinned as she wrapped her legs tighter round him and squeezed him dry. She relaxed as he pulled out.

"That was good, birthday boy. One to remember."

Wolf had picked up a condom from the table and was putting it on.

"Time for you to suck a black cock," Denzil said. He got off the table and moved towards her.

Georgina wanted to keep control, to keep the upper hand. She was the woman from the film. She knew her line and knew what she was due. 

"Not till you lick a white pussy," she answered.

Denzil smiled. He pushed the coffee table out of the way, lifted Georgina off the settee and put her on the floor.

"Together," he said.

He straddled her face and lowered his head between her legs. She saw the penis moving down and grabbed it before it hit her face. Denzil balanced on his hands and knees, head dipping to lick between her legs.




Getting Back Ch. 02



Georgina controlled his penis with both hands, wanking it while she took as much as she could comfortably fit in her mouth. She was keeping control, but it was difficult. She didn't want to be choked by the penis. She wanked it harder. Denzil's tongue was hitting the spot, slushing over her open vulva and vibrating against her sensitive clitoris. She squirmed her pleasure. Denzil reacted. He rolled off her onto his back.

"You want it in your pussy," he said.

Georgina nodded. She reached for a condom that had fallen to the floor, unwrapped it and fitted it over Denzil's cock. He lay still, waiting for her. She straddled his hips, held the erect penis and lowered herself onto it.

"All the way, girl," Denzil said.

Georgina worked on the cock, getting it deeper till the entire length was inside her. Denzil grinned up at her.  George stood near Denzil's head, his penis now as limp as the expression on his face. Wolf knelt beside her. One of his hands caught one of her breasts, distracting her. His lips found hers and he kissed her while Denzil's hips thrust up at her, his cock filling her. 

One man under her, one man kissing her and one man watching her. She groaned.

Wolf broke from the kiss. "Hold him tight and fuck him hard," he whispered. He pushed her down. 

Denzil's arms circled her back and she ground her pubic bone against his. She was riding him. She was in control.

"George, get some butter, we're gonna have a sandwich," Wolf said. 

Georgina heard the words, but they meant nothing to her. Denzil was pushing up hard and she was struggling to ride his stiff cock. His hands gripped her shoulders, pulling her body tight against his solid chest. His cock throbbing and grinding inside her. Her pleasure was intensifying.

Wolf was stroking her back, then her buttocks. She felt his finger slide across her anus, then something soft and cool being rubbed around. She groaned as he slid a finger into her. She tried to move, but Denzil's arms held her like a vice and his cock ground into her.

Then Wolf was pressed against her back. His penis pushing up her bum. She groaned as it made its way into her. 

She had lost control. Her enjoyment froze, suspended by the rear assault.  Wolf pressed on and in, slowly stretching the tight muscle, opening her, forcing a passage, sliding deeper, till he was as deep in her as Denzil. She felt as though she was going to split.

Denzil groaned and with a spasm of energy ground against her as he grunted out a climax. Wolf was still riding her. She felt battered and squashed. She groaned as Wolf moved to his short strokes, lying like a limp rag doll on Denzil's hard body, his softening penis still deep inside her.

She heard Wolf grunt and felt his body jerking his orgasm, then he pulled out of her.

Georgina rolled off Denzil. He grinned at her. "You really are something," he said.

Georgina lay on the floor trying to get her breathing back to normal and to lose the feeling of nausea.
"Would you like another glass of wine?" George asked. "There's a little left."

She shook her head.

"Are you OK?" Denzil asked.

"I don't think I can move," Georgina answered. She felt deflated and almost defeated.

Denzil laughed. "Open up the bed, George, this lady needs to lie down in comfort." He knelt by her and picked her up. He seemed to do it effortlessly. 

George pulled the settee and it opened into a bed.

"And a clean sheet, George, this lady deserves the best."

Wolf helped George put a clean sheet on the bed while Georgina hung limply in Denzil's arms. When the bed was ready he put her on it gently, propping her against pillows provided by George. 

He sat on the edge of the bed. "Girl, you are something worth looking at," he said. He kissed her.

"Easy," she said, "I'm not ready for round two."

Denzil laughed, then got off the bed. "What you got to drink, George?"

"There's nothing left, except for tea."

"Sounds good," Denzil said, "the lady needs a tea break."

George giggled. "Would you like a cup of tea?" he asked.

"Yes please, I'd love one." A polite offer of a cup of tea and her polite acceptance. The situation felt unreal. She had fallen down a rabbit hole and ended in a nightmare wonderland.

Wolf laughed. "Make it tea all round." He went to the table, which was just beyond where the bed settee had folded out, and sat on one of the chairs facing the bed. "A cup of tea and a beautiful view, what more could a man want."

"The wolfman is right," Denzil said. He grinned at Georgina. "Sitting here, looking at a beautiful woman, drinking a cup of tea, that sounds good." He moved to the other chair and sat down. "It's like having a living television set with the best video on it. Man, this picture is real life like. Cept you don't see beautiful
woman like this naked on a bed in real life."

Georgina stretched and shifted to ease the feeling of discomfort in her bottom. She appreciated the compliment. She had survived the ordeal and they thought she was still in control.

"The tea won't be long," George said.

"Hey, George, you got a torch?" Wolf asked.

"There's a bicycle lamp in the cupboard by the door."

"I got an idea," Wolf said as he moved round the bed to the door. He opened the cupboard and hunted in it, then returned to the chair. "Switch off the side light, George, we'll turn the television into our own theatre."

"I won't be able to see to make the tea."

"You can turn it on again when the kettle boils."

George turned off the light. The room was semi-dark.  Wolf switched on the torch. "Spot light on a star," he said. 

He shone the torch at Georgina's feet then moved it slowly up her legs, over her hips and belly and paused on her breasts. The pool of light lit up her top half, but not her face. Then he took it down a little so that the centre of the pool of light was her crutch. He passed the light up and down her body a few more times. 

"That," he said, "is not so much a body, more a work of art."

"The kettle's boiled," George whispered.

"You have no soul man," Denzil said. "We're studying art here."

"But a cup of tea would be nice," Georgina said. She felt a bit embarrassed by the torch picking out parts of her naked body.

"OK, George, lights, and tea."

The side light came on again. Georgina sat in the centre of the bed aware that Wolf and Denzil were still looking at parts of her body as though the torch was focusing on them.

"Hasn't anyone told you it's rude to stare?" Georgina asked. 

"We're not staring, we're admiring," Wolf answered. "When you've got a body like yours it deserves to be fully appreciated. Those are lovely tits and I love the way your nipples jut out."

"Thank you. Is the tea ready yet?"

"Just coming." George gave her a mug of tea, then gave Wolf and Denzil theirs.

"No sugar?" Denzil asked.

"Sorry, I don't take it."

"Shit, I hate tea without sugar. No sweeteners or anything?"

"I got some honey," George said.

"I'll try it."

Georgina watched Denzil take the honey jar and spoon some into his tea. She sipped from her mug. It felt weird sitting naked on a bed sipping tea with three naked men also drinking tea watching her.

"Do you like honey, Georgina?" Wolf asked.

"Not in tea."

"Generally?"

"Yes," Georgina said. She wondered why he had asked.

"I'll let you have some then," he said.

Wolf moved to the bed with the honey spoon and wiped it over one of her nipples.
George giggled as Wolf moved back to his chair. "Help yourself to the honey."

Georgina sighed, she rubbed a finger over the sticky nipple, then licked it. George giggled again, an excited, nervous giggle. Wolf and Denzil were staring at her breast. She rubbed the wet finger over the nipple again, cleaning off some more of the honey. She licked it clean again. She was amused by the look of total concentration on the three faces. She sipped at her tea again. 

"Have some more honey," Wolf said. He filled the spoon and moved onto the bed. She remained still while he smeared the honey on both her breasts.

Georgina looked down at the shiny trails of honey. Her nipples were hard. The three men were waiting to see her touch them. This was the sort of game she had enjoyed with Wayne early in their relationship before he took a more uncompromising control of the games. She drank her tea and held out the cup.
Wolf took it.  She licked the fingers of both hands slowly, then stroked them over the sticky breasts, moving each hand in turn back to her mouth to lick off the honey, then back again to the breasts. She enjoyed the sensations her touching was causing in her nipples and enjoyed even more the reaction her actions were causing in the men. 

Denzil was grinning at her, and his penis was filling. He took it in his hand and waggled it. She giggled.

"Lie back and relax," Wolf suggested. "And I'll give you some more honey." She lent back against the pillows. Wolf filled the spoon, but this time he didn't smear it on her breasts, he rubbed it between her legs and over her pubic mound.

Georgina looked at the three faces staring at her, waiting. One of her hands was smoothing over a breast. The other moved down to catch some honey that was trickling down her thigh.

George moaned as his eyes fixed on the fingers sliding over her thighs. She giggled again, raised her knees and smoothed her fingers round and over her pouting vulva. 

"Beautiful," Wolf said. 

Denzil was staring. He still had his cock in his hand and was rubbing it gently.

Wolf took his cock in his hand and he too began rubbing. They were watching her and masturbating. 

She moved the hand to her mouth and licked the fingers. Her other hand moved to her thighs to collect more of the sweetness.  George was holding his cock and masturbating slowly too. He looked embarrassed
when she caught his eye. She looked away and rubbed her hand over her vulva, then switched hands once more. One hand at her mouth, tongue licking the fingers. One hand between her legs, collecting the honey. 
She could feel her vulva opening, enjoying the attention of her fingers and their eyes. It wanted to be rubbed. She wanted to be admired by these men. Three men captivated by her open legs and rubbing fingers.

Wolf was grinning at her, his hand moving slowly up and down the length of his cock. He was staring at her eyes.

"Taste good, honey?" he asked.

"You try it," she answered. "You put it there."

He laughed, then knelt at the bottom of the bed. His tongue snaked up her thigh. She relaxed on the bed.

"Dip your cock in the honey jar, Georgie boy," Denzil said, "and get the lady to lick it up for your birthday."

George stared at Georgina, then took the spoon and smeared the honey on his cock. He moved to the edge of the bed and knelt by her. Georgina looked at the head bobbing between her legs. Wolf's tongue and lips were working well. The pleasure that had been suspended by his attack on her bottom was returning. 

She looked at the cock dripping with honey that was being offered to her. She took it in one hand and began to lick it. She looked up at George, his eyes were shut. She gripped his cock tightly and rubbed her hand up and down the length of his shaft. He groaned his appreciation. She put her lips tightly round the distended head and flicked her tongue across the underside where the foreskin joined the penis.

"That looks good," she heard Denzil say. Wolf's lips were fastened round her clitoris and his tongue was chasing the slippery bud. 

"Oh man," Denzil said. "This is some lady. Suck that dick clean," He laughed and moved to the other side of the bed. "I'll clean up these titties." 

His mouth was on her breasts, a warm wet tongue flicking over her nipples. She rubbed harder at George's cock. She felt Denzil move. One of his hands trapped the breast closest to him and held it. George was lying almost across her face, his cock twitching in response to her hand and mouth.

"Suck me," Denzil said. He was on his knees opposite George. She turned her head and reached for Denzil's cock with her spare hand. A cock in each hand and a mouth fastened on her clitoris. 

A wave of pleasure swept up her body and her lips circled Denzil's cock. She was still wanking George. She moaned, then sucked hard on Denzil. 

George was thrusting towards her. She moved her head and pulled at the two cocks, bringing them together and trying to get them both into her mouth at the same time.  George was panting. She could feel that he was near to coming. She wanked harder and licked. Denzil was holding her hair, stopping her head from moving. Two cocks were banging against her open mouth, stopped from pushing in too deep by her hands
wanking them. Wolf's tongue was whipping her clitoris lifting her towards orgasm. She moaned. 

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" George grunted.

She twisted his cock out of her mouth and his cum splashed her breasts. She pumped him dry.

"Take mine in your mouth," Denzil said, "and swallow it, it's good for you." His hand pushed hers off his cock and his fist began to pump the stiff flesh. He gripped her hair. She looked up at his face. He had a look of intense concentration. 

"Open," he ordered. 

He pulled her hair, twisting her mouth to his cock. She opened her mouth and a jet of cum hit her lips. He thrust forward pushing into her mouth. "Suck it dry girl, suck it dry."

She sucked and swallowed as he wanked the last drips into her.

Wolf's tongue had stopped its work just as her orgasm was building. He'd seen her breasts sprayed with George's cum. He'd seen Denzil pump his seed into her mouth. Now he wanted his pleasure. 

He gripped her thighs and pulled her down the bed, then paused to put on a condom. He grinned at her, then moved on top of her prostrate body and pushed hard into her.

She was ready. Twice her pleasure had been spoiled, now she was ready to fly.  Wolf's cock pounded into her and the thwarted orgasm swept through her body. She moaned her pleasure. 

Wolf rode hard, adjusting to her writhing body and continuing to ride hard when the throes of her pleasure subsided and her body relaxed. 

The hard pounding cock pushed her up again to another orgasm almost as soon as the first had spent itself. She came again, and again. Her body was racked with a multiple orgasm the like of which she had never known before.

When Wolf pulled out of her he left her breathless and moaning. She felt as though she'd sprinted for ten miles, every muscle was exhausted. She lay panting and gasping.

The three men knelt on the bed looking at her. George fondled a breast, Denzil copied.

"She's one hell of a ride," Wolf said. "Shit you don't mind paying when you get a woman like her. I'm knackered."

"That's one birthday present you'll always remember, George," Denzil said. "I need a pint. Let's pay her the sixty quid and go and get plastered."

They got off the bed and found their clothes while Georgina lay musing on their words. Slowly it sank in. They thought she was a prostitute. Sixty quid. They were going to pay her sixty pounds.  She was horrified as she remembered the conversation. She had told Wolf the price of her dress when he was asking the price of her services. 

She couldn't look at them, couldn't speak to them. She found her pants and shoes and pulled them on, then put on her dress.

George refolded the bed into a settee and replaced the coffee table in its usual position.

"Thanks, Georgina," he said. "That was brilliant."

"And I'm not complaining either," Wolf said. "You said you gave good value, and you do." He had his wallet out. "Cough up, Denzil."

Denzil passed him some notes. Wolf added them to those in his hand and held them out to Georgina. She looked at his hand but didn't take the money.

"It's all there, as we agreed. And don't try jumping the price just cause we each had two goes. It was all inclusive."

She didn't know what to say, or what to do. He moved his hand closer. She took the money.

"Come round the pub again," Denzil said. "We're there nearly every night and we'd be happy to recommend you. You're the best."

Georgina went to the door and picked up her bag and purse. She felt numbed. She opened the door and left quickly to calls of goodbye from the three men she had just had sex with.  She left with sixty pounds in her hand and a feeling of horror in her belly that made her want to puke. She raced from the flat, out into the street and away not thinking about where she was heading.  



Getting Back Ch. 03



If you have not read Chapters 1 & 2, perhaps you should. As a reminder to those who have, the story so far – Georgina rebelled against her bullying husband Wayne and he left the flat after their fight. He went to Georgina’s sister Harriet, with whom he had been having an affair that Georgina had never even suspected. Georgina packed her possessions and left her old life behind. Her subsequent celebration of freedom led to group sex with three men who mistook her for a prostitute – and paid her for their pleasure. She ran from the scene horrified by what she had done and what they had thought of her.

CHAPTER THREE Sexual confusion and murder

Georgina's flight ended in a park. It was late afternoon. She sat on a bench and tried to calm herself. She watched others walk or sit, singles and couples, old and young. Normal people with normal lives. She felt different from them. Lost. They knew who they were. She didn't even know why she did what she did.

Gradually she relaxed. She blocked the thoughts of what she had done with thoughts of what she should do. She was still firm in her resolve that she would never go back to Wayne. There was no life for her there. And she wished to become alive again. Her own person. Not the half person she had been as Wayne's wife. Not the person she had been for the afternoon either, not a whore, her own person, whatever that was. She needed help. She needed someone to talk to who would care enough to give her support.

There was only one person to turn to. Harriet had always been strong. Always been her own person. That was the next step as surely now as it had been when she left the flat intent on finding a real life.

She walked slowly to Harriet's house, watching other people moving past her. They all seemed to be traveling in the secure knowledge of where they were going. She wanted that same security.

Harriet was at home, Georgina could see her sitting in the kitchen drinking a cup of tea. She tapped on the glass of the back door, opened it and stepped in. 

Harriet sat where she was, her face registering no surprise and no concern. She looked as though she was waiting for her.

"So what's going on?" she asked. "Why is your luggage in my hall?"

"I've left Wayne," Georgina said. "I put the bags there this morning." It seemed like an incredibly long time ago.

"According to him, he left you. He came round. He's looking for you. Where have you been? And why are you dressed like a tart?" Her tone was flat with disinterest and disdain.

Georgina looked at her sharply. "I dress the way I want. I've been out. I'm an adult."

"Then try behaving like one. What happened, PMT take over? Wayne said you went mad and started throwing things just because he was home half an hour late."

"What?"

"He said he had to leave the flat to give you time to calm down."

"I did throw things - well, a cup of tea. And I did go mad. Then I went sane. I've left him, for good."

"Don't be stupid, Georgina, you've had a row, you've made a fool of yourself, now it's time to go back and sort it out. You can't end a marriage just because your husband's half an hour late home." The flatness of tone was changing. Harriet now sounded irritated.

"I've left him because I don't like him hitting me."

"Hitting you? If I was Wayne I'd smash you into a pulp. Look at the way you dress. You always were stupid but do you really believe men like their wives to look like tramps? He told me what happened. He said you hit him."

"I did," Georgina answered.

"Then what the hell do you expect? You always were a spoilt, bad tempered brat. He's quite calm about it. Though I don't know why. He wants you back. He's worried about you, and very upset that you left. He should be back at the flat by now. You can use the phone. Tell him you've come to your senses."

"I have come to my senses. And I'm not going back to him."

"Oh? So what are you going to do then? Because you're not staying here. You have a flat of your own and you have a marriage to sort out. So get your bags and go home."

"I'm not going back." Georgina was almost in tears.

"Three years of marriage. Not quite till death do us part. He was the only decent bloke who ever showed any interest in daddy's little princess. He's got a good job, a nice flat, gives you everything you want. And what do you do? Give up work, waste money, keep the place like a pigsty and dress like a slut. You're a waste of space with the morals of a tom cat."

"He made me stop working." Georgina was shaken by Harriet's indictment.

"And for that you want to leave him? You're a selfish little cow. Now take your stuff and get back to him before he changes his mind."

The logic was too annoying. Damned if you did and damned if you didn't. Harriet had always been the same, always judgmental, always knowing best.

"I've left him. I'm not going back!" Georgina was shouting now. "I should have known you'd take Wayne's side. He's a bastard and I'm not going back to him. Not ever."

"Well I'm not going to be a part of breaking up your marriage. It's time for you to grow up, little sister. Get a hold of yourself. You can't run to Daddy this time. Daddy's little princess has to sort out her own life now."

The venom in the tone shocked Georgina almost as much as the casual reference to the death of their father.

"Harriet!"

"Harriet!" Harriet mimicked. "Stop being such a soft selfish bitch. Grow up and fuck off home to your husband. You aren't staying here. Got it?"

"I got it," Georgina said. "I have grown up. And I'm not going back to my bastard husband. And if you don't want to help me, then fuck you! Since you like Wayne so much you can have him with my blessing. It's time you got another man in your life you sanctimonious bitch."

She was surprised when the flat of Harriet's hand struck her cheek.

"Don't speak to me like that you pathetic little slut or I'll give you a slapping that will make you realise how gentle Wayne is. Take your fucking belongings and fuck off out of the house. And don't come back till you can behave yourself."

Georgina took her bags. Anger carried her and the bags out of the house and down the street. 

Then she realised she had nowhere to go.



Wayne arrived half an hour after Georgina left. He found Harriet in a strange mood.

"Still looking for your little wife then? She's been here. Why didn't you sort it out this morning?"

"She'd already left the flat when I got back. I knew she'd come here. Where did she go?" 

He sounded as though he cared and that irritated Harriet. She shrugged. "I don't know, and I don't really care either. I chucked her out and told her to go home. She said she isn't going back to you though."

"Where will she go then?" Wayne sounded genuinely worried.

"I don't know. I don't think she knows either. She'll go back to you in the end. She hasn't any gumption and she's got nowhere else to go. Maybe a night on the streets will do her good. Has she any money?"

"I don't think so, maybe a few quid, but that's all, unless she took the cheque book and went to the bank."

"Good. Then don't worry about it. A night walking the streets carrying her luggage will do her good." She laughed. "She was dressed for it.”

"Maybe I could find her." Wayne half turned towards the door.

"Don't bother looking." Harriet said. She smiled at him. "Let her sweat for a while. Or better still, let her shiver. She deserves it. She was nasty and upset me. She upset you too. I think we should make each other feel better."

"I ought to try to find her. I have someone to see as well."

"Someone to see?"

"Business," he said.

"That can wait too. I want to burn off some of my anger, and I've just thought of a very nice way of doing it." She undid the top button of her blouse.

"I really ought to go," Wayne said.

"Don't be a silly boy." She undid another button and another. Wayne didn't move. She pulled the blouse free of her skirt and held it open. "Have you started thinking about something other than my stupid sister and your stupid business?" He didn't answer.

She stepped closer to him and put her hand to his crutch. She squeezed gently and felt him thicken. She lowered her hand and cupped his balls. Again she squeezed, increasing the pressure until the expression on his face told her she was close to causing pain. She smiled at him again. "Now you know I don't like arguments." While the hand maintained its grip on his balls her other hand moved to undo the top of his trousers and slide down his zip.

"I want you upstairs and naked on that bed. And I want it now. OK?" She squeezed a little more.

"Not so hard," Wayne said.

"Tell me what you are going to do," Harriet whispered.

Wayne grinned sheepishly. "I'm going upstairs."

She pulled his penis free from his underpants and stroked it. "And then?"

"I'm going to take off my clothes."

"Good boy," Harriet said. She stroked his penis again, then released him. "Up you go."

She smiled as she watched him clutch at his trousers and head for the stairs. She didn't want him to find Georgina yet. Let the bitch have a few really miserable hours before she had to crawl back home. It would make her all the more sensible in future. Harriet wanted to keep Wayne, but on her terms. And that meant Georgina had to be his ever loving wife. There would be no fun in it otherwise.

She followed Wayne upstairs. She intended to enjoy a long and playful session. He would be begging for release before she let him finish. 

Wayne stripped quickly while Harriet watched.

"Hands and knees," she said.

Wayne grinned and went down on all fours.

"Good boy." She smiled at him. "You deserve a reward." She removed her blouse and bra. "Shoes."

Wayne crawled over to her and removed her shoes.

"Knickers and tights."

His hands went under her skirt and pulled her knickers and tights down, then worked them off her feet.

"Good dog. Up on the bed."

He took his position on all fours on the bed.

"What a pretty dirty dog he is." Harriet lent against the door frame and smoothed her hands over her breasts. She smiled at him, then moved beside the bed and stroked his back. Her other hand went under his belly to hold his cock. She pulled on it until it was hard. 

"I think I'll have you tied. Lie down."

Wayne lay on his back. She tied his ankles and wrists to the corners of the bed.

"And now we shall begin. I'm going to play with you until you're exhausted."





The suitcase seemed to have doubled their weight by the time Georgina found a small hotel. She registered. It was not a cheap place but she needed a haven to give her the time to stop and think. She was irritated by the look the receptionist gave her and by the request that she pay in advance, but she managed to contain her anger. 

She was shown to a small room with a very small double bed, but at least it had its own bathroom. She stripped and stood under the shower. The hot water running down her body washed off some of the anger and loneliness she was feeling. She noticed flaky patches on her breasts and realised what they were. Dried sperm. She scrubbed her whole body clean, fighting the thought that her sister was right, that she was a slut. That she had the morals of a tomcat.

Once out of the shower she lay on the bed and wept. She wept for the loss of Wayne. Not for the Wayne she left, but for the Wayne she thought she'd married. She wept for the loss of her sister. She had been so sure that Harriet would support her in her decision, would listen to her story of married life. She wept for the dress that cost sixty pounds and the return of sixty pounds that the dress had brought about. 

After her weeping she felt more calm. She also felt hungry. She had hardly eaten all day. She dressed in jeans and sweatshirt and left the hotel to get something to eat. Her eyes felt puffy and she didn't fell like being seen by the other guests.

The reluctance to be seen by others made her postpone eating. It was seven o'clock. She wandered the streets for a while, then came to a decision. She would talk to Harriet once again. She just needed to talk quietly and calmly and explain the truth of the marriage she had left. Wayne had poisoned Harriet's mind before she got there. If she explained quietly and reasonably, without calling her sister names and shouting at her, then they could work it out. Georgina did not want to feel totally alone in the world.

It didn't occur to her to use the front door. She went round the back. The door was unlocked so she walked straight into the kitchen and through to the living room, calling out Harriet's name as she went. 

If she'd heard the noise before she called out she would have left quietly and returned later, but she'd already called when she noticed the noise of bedsprings and heard the moans. 

She was still going to leave, hoping she hadn't been heard, when the noises from upstairs stopped abruptly.

"Who is it?" Harriet's voice.

"It's only me."

"I'll be down in a minute." Harriet's voice again. She sounded breathless. 

Georgina grinned to herself, "Morals of a tomcat she says, and she's bonking some bloke's brains out." 

There was a scurrying upstairs and some whispers. The trouble with modern houses is that they're not intended for real people to live in. Footsteps on the stairs, and Harriet in a dressing gown.

"I was just running a bath," she said.

"I heard." Georgina grinned at her. If you'd told me that was why you didn't want me to stay I would have understood."

Harriet looked frosty.

"It's OK, I'll go. I only wanted to say sorry for losing my temper. I'll come for a chat some other time if I'm allowed."

"I don't want you using the back door again." Harriet said. "I'm entitled to some privacy. Have you decided what you're doing yet?"

"Yes, I told you, I'm not going back to Wayne. Now you get back to your fancy man, I'll come and see you some other time." She grinned and waved, then left by the back door.

She had almost walked out of the street when she realised what she had seen. Even then she had to go back and check. It was Wayne's van, parked a little way down from Harriet's house. She looked up at the bedroom window in time to catch the glimpse of a face before it ducked out of sight. 

Harriet was bonking her Wayne! Well she wished her joy of him. She gave a V sign to the house, kicked the van door and stomped away. 

She marched back to her hotel, her only possible place of refuge, hardly noticing the tears that ran down her cheeks. She went straight into the bar and ordered a double gin and tonic, then sat in a corner and nursed her drink. She felt truly alone. She had lost her husband and was glad, lost her sister and was sad. She had no job and limited funds. Nothing seemed worthwhile. She bought another double gin.

A man in his fifties sat near to her with his pint of beer. He nodded as he sat down. "You look a bit fed up," he said.

Georgina scowled at him.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. Only trying to be friendly."

"I don't want to be picked up."

"That's good, I've got a bad back." He grinned and she was almost able to raise a smile in return. "Anyway, I'm too old to pick up young girls in pubs. Are you all right? You do look very miserable you know?"

"I feel miserable. And I'm not in the mood for company. So just leave me in peace please."

The man nodded and adjusted his chair so that he was looking out at the bar rather than towards her. 

Georgina sighed. She was miserable, but even a few words with a stranger had lessened her loneliness. She finished her drink and went back to the bar for another. When she sat down again she felt bad about being so abrupt. 

"I'm sorry for being rude," she said quietly to him. "I am feeling very miserable."

The man turned to her. "No matter," he said. "We all feel like that sometimes. You're staying here aren't you?"

She nodded.

"Hotels are very lonely places."

Georgina nodded again.

"How much longer are you here?"

"I don't know." She needed to find somewhere. She needed a job.

"I'm off tomorrow, Three days in one place and off to the next. I only spend three nights at home each week. At times I get really bored with the traveling." He shrugged. "Then again, at times I get really bored at home. Have you eaten yet?"

Georgina shook her head.

"I'm going somewhere else to eat tonight. This place is all right, but I like a change to shorten the evening. I'd be glad of some company if you're not too worried about being seen around with an old man."

"Are you trying to pick me up?" Georgina asked. "Because I'm really not in the mood."

The man smiled. "If you would like me to pick you up, I'd be thrilled. But if you'd just like some company and you're willing to have diner with me, I'd be very pleased. I'm not sure if I know the difference, but I do know when a woman's happy to chat and when she's willing to do more than chat. And I don't press my attentions where they're not wanted."

"I am hungry," Georgina looked at him very seriously, "and I would like some company. But that's all."

"Fine by me. Do you want to change? I want to get out of this suit and have a quick shower."

Georgina nodded.

"What room are you in and I'll give you a knock when I'm ready."

She told him. They finished their drinks and went to their rooms.

Georgina felt a bit unsteady from a surfeit of gin. She chose a skirt and blouse. She had just finished dressing and doing her face when there was a knock on the door. She opened it.

"Ready?"

"Almost." She stepped back to let him into the room while she brushed her hair.

"Now that's a nice dress," he said. He was looking at the dress Georgina had bought the day before, it was hanging over the back of a chair. She looked at him in surprise. He grinned. 

"I know my dresses. I travel in women's clothes." He waited for her response.

She laughed but failed to return the joke. He shrugged. "Not many women can get away with a dress like that. It's the sort of thing many want but few can wear."

"You mean it looks tarty."

"I mean it looks beautiful if you have the body for it, and you say it looks tarty if you haven't." He grinned at her.

She thought of Margot and Harriet, both of whom were a bit chunky. She giggled.

"I would like to see you wearing it, it's not often I get the chance to see my best lines worn by the people they're designed for. Are you ready?"

Georgina nodded. She put down the hairbrush and picked up her purse.

"Then let's go."

"Are you sure you don't want me to change first?" she asked, with thinly veiled sarcasm.

He grinned. "You look exceptionally beautiful as you are. I am honoured to escort you."

Georgina did a mock curtsey and followed him out of the room.

Her new companion finally introduced himself as Roger. He chatted easily, talking about the clothes he took round a variety of the smaller and more exclusive shops. They settled on an Indian restaurant and Roger ordered a large and varied meal. Georgina drank little, and gradually the effects of the gin wore off. After the meal they went to a pub and took drinks into the garden.

"So," Roger asked when they were settled, "what is the problem? You really are upset about something."

The easy conversation and good food had a relaxing effect on Georgina and she was able to tell him about Wayne and the breakdown of their marriage. He cheered loudly enough to make her feel a little embarrassed when she got to the part where she knocked Wayne to the floor.

"I don't see why you're miserable, you're well shot of him."

Georgina nodded. "I'm not miserable about that. It's my sister." She explained how her sister had told her to return Wayne, then how she had found Wayne and her sister in bed together. And he laughed.




Getting Back Ch. 03



"You're not jealous are you?"

"No."

"Then be happy for them. She'll learn the truth of what he's like the hard way, and because you've already told her about it the first time will be enough. Leave them to punish each other, you've got your own life to live. And it doesn't last as long as you think. Get back in and enjoy it."

"That's what I intend to do. But I need somewhere to live and a job. That's not going to be that easy."

"Well don't worry about it tonight. Do you want another drink?"

"Are you having one?"

"No, I've had enough for one evening. I fancy feet up and telly now with a cup of coffee. I'm an old man and I've got work in the morning."

They made their way back to the hotel. 

"Come for a coffee before you turn in." Roger suggested.

Georgina nodded and followed him to the room. He switched on the kettle. "Make yourself comfy." Georgina sat on the edge of the bed. "Fancy a brandy? I always have one last thing at night, for purely medicinal purposes." 

He didn't wait for a reply, just got two glasses and poured brandy into them. "I always carry my own, the mini-bars are a rip off." He gave her the brandy and went back to making the coffee. 

Georgina sipped. 

"You'll have no trouble getting a job, or another man for that matter. Don't be in too much of a rush to replace the one you just got rid of. Play the field for a while. How do you like your coffee?"

"White, no sugar please." 

He put the cup on the bedside table. "Hope you don't mind an old fart giving you advice. You're under no compulsion to take it."

She shrugged. "It's easy to say I'll have no trouble getting a job, but I still have to get one. And the same is true of another man."

"There must be other men around who are interested in you. You're quite a looker. You picked me up easily enough."

She laughed.

"You wear that dress I saw and they'll be round you like wasps round a jam-jar."

She stopped laughing. 

"What have I said wrong now?"

"Nothing," she said bitterly. "You're right about the dress. When I bought it I picked up three men in a half an hour."

Roger laughed again. "That's no reason for a sour face. Weren't they much fun?"

"They were fine." Georgina knocked back her brandy and changed her glass for the cup.

"Then don't look so miserable about being attractive. Or didn't you enjoy being admired by three men."

The memory of three naked men staring at her body filled her mind, closely followed by the memory of sixty pounds for services rendered.

"They thought I was a prostitute."

Roger stared. "I don't understand."

"They thought I was a prostitute."

"Did they think you were an attractive prostitute?" He smiled at her. "I don't mean to shock you, but prostitutes don't look any different from other women. What made them think you were a prostitute?"

"I was flirting."

"And?"

"They said they were celebrating a birthday and asked if my friend was coming back and when I said there was only me, one of them said that was enough for him, and I said I was enough for all of them."

Roger chuckled.

"Then one of them talked about my dress and shopping, and another one asked how much. I told him how much the dress cost. Only he thought I meant how much I cost."

Roger laughed. "When did they realise their mistake?"

"They didn't."

"And when did you realise the mistake?"

Georgina began to cry.

"It was just a misunderstanding, nothing to be upset about. You were chatted up because you are attractive, you were propositioned because of a misunderstanding. What's the problem?"

"They gave me the money," Georgina wailed.

"They gave you the money?" Roger had stopped laughing. He sounded concerned. "You needed the money. That's understandable."

"No. When I went with them I didn't know they thought I was a prostitute. They gave me the money afterwards." 

This time the laugh burst out in guffaws.

"Don't." Georgina said.

"I can't help it. They paid you for what you were giving for free. That's a priceless story. All three of them? Together? And then they paid you. And you're upset because they thought you were a prostitute! Oh, Georgina. That deserves another brandy."

"It's not funny."

"It's wonderfully funny." He refilled the glasses with brandy and passed her one. "Here, it'll make you feel better." He sat down on the chair by the side of the bed and grinned at her. 

Georgina sipped at the brandy and looked at him. She was sniffing.

"Did these three men enjoy themselves?"

She nodded.

"Then they got their money's worth and left happy. Did you enjoy yourself?"

"That's a stupid question."

"No it isn't. If you didn't enjoy yourself, was the money worth it? Was it less enjoyable than say, twelve hours factory work?"

She stared at him.

"And if you did enjoy it, then wasn't it nice to get a bonus? For three years you skivvied for your husband, let him screw you and allowed him to beat you. All for board and lodging. Who gave you most pleasure? If it was your husband you should go back to him. If it was the three strangers then you should stop feeling upset."

"It's not the same." Georgina sniffed.

"Of course it's not the same. One you did for love until you didn't love him any more. The other for fun. One left you bruised and broke, the others left you with money."

"I think I should go." She felt to upset to listen to his stupid theory.

"I'm sorry I laughed. You don't have to go."

"I do." Georgina sniffed again.

"OK. But get things in perspective. A misunderstanding is a misunderstanding, a tragedy is a tragedy. I wish I'd seen you in that dress, you must look stunning in it. I'd be happy to pay for a girl as lovely as you."

Georgina moved to the door, she felt so angry she couldn't speak.

"A piece of advice, Georgina. Don't take things so seriously. Be thoughtful, be careful, and take you pleasures where you find them, life's short."

Georgina left, slamming the door behind her. She felt humiliated. She told him what had happened and he had taken it all so stupidly. She needed sympathy for her mistake, not to be laughed at.

In her room she cleaned her teeth, removed her make up and undressed for bed. As she took off her bra she looked at her breasts. She remembered honey on her nipples. She pulled off the rest of her clothing and switched off the light. Cuddled up in bed, she remembered six eyes staring at her breasts, watching her hands, honey between her legs. She remembered sperm in her mouth, George's groan as he came, Wolf's hard cock thrusting into her. 

"You're the best," Denzil had said when they paid her. 

Shame swept over her body at the memory. Six eyes staring at her. A cock in each hand and a hot tongue between her legs. Playing with herself while they watched.

Her hands held her breasts. She realised with horror that her nipples were hard. She moved her hands and turned on her back. 

"I'm a slut," she thought. "I'm depraved." But another feeling was fighting with her shame. She moved a hand between her legs and found that she was wet, dripping wet, and open. Her clitoris was aching.

As she rubbed her fingers gently over her swollen clitoris she began to weep. She wept for the Wayne she had loved, the smiling, cocky handsome youth who wanted to marry her. She wept for the hours in the fish and chip shop and the smell of burnt fat in her clothes. She wept for her sister's rejection. She wept for her new dress and for three men watching it slip to the floor. She wept for the juddering orgasms and the sixty pounds of shame.

Suddenly aware of what her fingers were doing, Georgina threw off the covers and climbed off the bed. She stood for a moment, still weeping, then went to the bathroom. She switched on the light and turned on the shower. The water ran warm. She adjusted it and stood under a jet of water cold enough to take her breath away. She turned slowly, cooling her body, trying to change her desires.

In the mirror she saw herself, her firm breasts with jutting nipples. She tipped back her head and directed the jet of cold water on her breasts till they ached. But her belly still felt hot.

She had stopped weeping now. She turned off the shower and reached for a towel. She rubbed herself dry, then went back to the bedroom. She switched on the bedroom light and saw herself in the wardrobe mirror. Her belly was flat, the dark triangle of pubic hair seemed more prominent than usual. She closed her eyes and saw her body lying on a bed open, willing, wanting.

When she looked in the mirror again it was her face that she saw staring back. She could see that she had taken the decision, but was not aware of taking it. She picked up the dress and slipped it on. She stared in the mirror again. 

"Now we'll find out," she said.

She picked up her key and left the room.

The impetus for action almost deserted her as she knocked on Roger's door. She was ready to turn and run when the door opened.

"Hello again," he said. The television was on behind him. "I didn't expect to see you back again tonight."

"You said you wanted to see the dress," she answered.

Roger stood aside and motioned her in, closing the door behind her. "It looks as stunning as I thought it would." His eyebrows were raised, asking why she had returned.

"Twenty pounds," she snapped. "You said you'd pay. Give me twenty pounds first, then you can do what you want."

Roger smiled at her. "You are in a state. What's brought this on."

"You said you'd pay. Well it's twenty pounds," she was attacking him with her words. 

"Don't be angry." He grinned. "Can I deduct what I spent on you for dinner and drinks? That was about fifteen. Seems fair to me."

She stared at him. This was not how he was supposed to respond.

"I haven't much cash left. Unless you take credit cards?"

"No, I.." Her anger dissipated and left her confused.

He checked his pockets. "Sorry, only got three pounds twenty two pence. Here." He held out his hand. "Well take it then."

Georgina opened her hand and accepted the money. 

"Does this make you a willing prostitute, or just a mixed up girl who's so angry with herself that she wants to be punished?"

Georgina stared at him. 

"You really do look good in that dress. You are a very attractive woman. But are you here to humiliate yourself, to earn money, or to have fun?"

"I don't know." There were tears streaming down her face. "It's all too much. Leaving Wayne, and my sister, and what I did."

"Maybe you're just feeling lonely and need a cuddle."

"I don't know." But she knew she needed something.

"We'll start with a cuddle," Roger said. He turned off the television and began to undress. "Slip out of the dress and get in bed. You need some TLC." 

Georgina was still crying. She undid the dress and let it slip to the floor. Roger had his back to her, taking off his trousers. She slid into the bed. Roger turned. She saw his cock, small and soft, as he turned off the light. He got into the bed beside her.

When his arms went round her she didn't react. He pulled her to him and held her close. One of his hands stroked her back softly. She snuggled against him.

"You're cold," he said.

She didn't answer. The warmth of his body and the security of his arms relaxed her. The turmoil in her head dissipated. She sighed.

"Feeling a bit better?"

"Yes, thank you." It seemed very formal.

"Do you want me to make love to you?"

She didn't answer. The hand stroking her back moved round to slide over one of her breasts. "You're feeling a bit warmer." She still didn't answer. He moved so that she rolled onto her back. She felt that she was a rag doll, with no control over her body. "You have lovely silky skin." The hand stroked over her other breast and then down to her belly. When he kissed her she did not react, merely lay passive. When his hand pushed her legs apart she did not resist. When his fingers rubbed between her legs she lay passive. She was a rag doll. When his finger pressed against her clitoris she moaned. The rag doll was shaken. 

She began to cry again. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted him inside her. He wasn't Wayne. Wayne was fucking her sister.

"Would you like me to stop?" He was aware of her tears. His fingers curled and slid into her. "You are wonderfully wet. I don't think your body wants me to stop." She didn't reply.

He moved, she guessed he was putting on a condom. As the weight of his body rolled onto her she made her mind go blank. She couldn't think about what she was doing or what she had done. It was too much. She was lost and could not think.

He pushed into her and she moaned again. 

"Your cunt likes cock, Georgina. You are built for love."

She felt the pressure of his pelvis on her clitoris and the thrust of his cock inside her. He began to move, gently at first, she felt as if he was slowly pumping life into her body. Her skin began to tingle. Her legs opened wider. Her hips began to respond. Her arms found their muscles and curved round his back, pulling him closer to her.

She was doing it again. Fucking a man who was almost a stranger. She was a slut. She was a whore. Her body told her that by the way it reacted.

Roger was riding her harder now, picking up pace. His hands gripped her shoulders and his body ground against hers. And her body was encouraging him, thrusting up against him, her response matching his actions and encouraging more. 

Her confusion was forgotten, there was only the pleasure of the moment, the all consuming concentration on her sensations. She was aware of Roger's approaching climax and squirmed against him to hasten her own. As Roger came she held him tightly, gyrating her hips, grinding herself against him, not allowing him to stop until she her own orgasm was over.

Roger rolled off her panting. "You're a fantastic lover," he said. "Your body really knows what it's doing. You're built for love."

"You mean I should be a whore full time," she said.

He laughed. "Yes. Or be my mistress. I'd rather have that. I'll be back in two weeks. Will you still be here?"

"I don't know."

"I'd like to see you again."

She stared at him. He was waiting for her reply. "You mean you want me to leave now because you've finished with me?"

He laughed again. "You really have a problem. Stop being so negative. You're a beautiful attractive woman. Enjoy yourself."

"Thanks for the advice, I'll maybe see you in two weeks." She got out of bed and found her dress.

"You don't have to go, but I do have to be up early in the morning."

"I'll go. I won't see you in the morning I'm having a lie in. Good night."

Georgina made her way back to her room. She didn't switch on her light, just slipped out of the dress and into bed. She was tired and fell asleep immediately.





The man was dressed in black trousers, black polo neck jumper and black leather jacket. His small body was hunched behind the wheel of the metallic blue BMW. His dark eyes were fixed on the dark street. His fingers, in black leather driving gloves, drummed on the leather covered steering wheel. Other than his fingers he had barely moved for the hour he had been waiting. A still shadow, unnoticed in the shadows of the car’s interior.

A small van pulled up in front of the block of flats. The words in white showed boldly on the side of the van, Wayne Wright, Painter and Decorator.

The small man waited until Wayne had locked the driver's door, then he slid out of his car and moved almost silently to join Wayne as he entered the block of flats.

"Wayne," he spoke quietly, "I was beginning to wonder where you'd got to."

Wayne was startled by the sudden materialisation of voice and body in a street he had thought deserted. He stared at the man for a moment before answering. "I've been out. What do you want, Felix."

"Your missus is out too. I went and knocked."

Wayne frowned, "What of it?" he said tersely.

"We were supposed to meet tonight. You didn't come."

"Things happened. I couldn't get there. I was going to find you tomorrow."

"No need now, I've found you. Have you time for a quick word?"

Wayne shrugged and led the way inside. He was a little unsteady on his feet and was giving off a strong smell of beer. After Georgina had seen him looking through the bedroom window he'd dressed quickly. Harriet was furious with both him and Georgina. He'd left as soon as he could and gone straight to the nearest pub. He'd downed five pints while nursing his anger at the way things had turned out. He was still angry. He also felt unwell, he'd had a pickled egg with his beer and it was sitting heavily in his stomach. He felt like being sick but couldn't throw up while the little man was there.

He fumbled with the key before finally opening the door of the flat.

"What's been happenin' here then?" asked the quiet voice.

Wayne looked at the broken coffee table, the large coffee stain and remains of photographs on the floor. "We had a party and it got a bit out of hand."

"Looks like world war three." The man's mouth moved to form a smile, but the expression on the rest of his face remained impassive.

"I got things to do. What do you want?" Wayne did not try to keep the sound of impatience out of his voice. He had never liked like Felix Lightfoot and was in no mood to hide his feeling.

"The last place you gave me. I lost the notes. Don't worry about it, they aren't lying round anywhere, I was destroying some stuff and they got mixed in. Can't be too careful. I need the info again."

"I'm not a fucking secretarial service." Wayne slurred his words.

"Take it easy, Wayne boy, I'm happy to pay again. You get double bubble for my mistake. It sounded like a good one." He pulled a wad of notes from his pocket. A hundred. Here you go."

Wayne shrugged and reached out for the money. 

"The notes first."

"OK, I'll see what I can do."

"I want them now," Felix said.

Wayne walked to his desk. His wallet was on it, opened. He looked at the wallet. His cash card was gone. "The bitch," he gasped. That meant she did have money. She wasn't walking the streets. She'd be in some hotel spending his cash.

"The notes," Felix reminded him.

The bedroom door was open. From where he was standing Wayne could see the empty drawer lying on the bed. "The fucking bitch," he grunted. He charged into the bedroom. Felix followed Wayne silently, sneering at the drunken waddle. He saw Wayne's anger directed at the empty drawer lying on the bed.

"Problem?"

"The bitch." Wayne snatched the empty drawer from the bed and threw it into the corner of the room. He went to the other side of the bed, eyes searching. He picked up the bin and emptied it on the floor. "The fucking bitch."

"What's wrong."

"Nothing. I'll get the notes to you, fuck off I've things to do."

"You haven't lost them have you?" There was a hint of menace in the quiet voice.

Wayne was angry. "I haven't lost anything. You just fuck off. I can't do with you now."

"Looks to me like you've lost a lot. You two had a bust up?"

"Mind your own fucking business."

"It is my fuckin' business, Wayne boy. Has your missus walked off with your notes? Your notes are about my business. It's not good to keep that stuff around. How much does she know about me? You're making me feel like a worried man." The voice was just as quiet, but it had a harder edge. The small man moved round the bed and closer to Wayne.

Wayne ignored the tone. "I don't give a fuck how you feel. I have worries of my own. The notes are safe. And she knows fuck all about you."

"I want the notes, Wayne."

"I don't give a fuck what you want. The fucking bitch. He kicked the bin viciously. "I'll fucking sort you out when I'm ready. I got my own problems."

"She left you then, Wayne boy? She gone off with some other man?" Felix was irritated by the drunken lout and was intentionally trying to rile him.




Getting Back Ch. 03



"I told you to mind your own fuckin' business." Wayne shouted. He was angered by the intrusion into his life. He already felt hard done by. His wife had left him. She had hit him and then left him. Harriet was probably going to dump him. And now the little shit Felix was goading him.

"And I told you it is my fuckin' business. I want them notes and I don't care a shit who's fucking your wife. I want the notes Wayne."

Wayne's anger came to the boil. He turned sharply and grabbed the small man by his leather jacket. "I told you to mind your own fucking business you little shit." One of his hands left the coat and back swiped Felix across his face. Felix fell on the bed. "And don't fucking tell me what to do." 

The rage that had been building since Georgina hit him exploded inside his head. He reached for the little man's throat with one of his large hands. Throwing his weight forward, he pinned the frightened face to the bed. First he felt the surge of pleasure, almost sexual in its intensity, from the look of helpless fear as his fist pulled back to smash his power and authority into the helpless victim. 

Then he felt the pain.

Felix did not know why the knife was on the bed. He was not even aware that it was a knife. He only knew his hand had closed something when he fell and that it fitted perfectly into his grasp. He raised it, and as he raised it Wayne's hand captured his throat and Wayne's body weight lurched forward to crush him. Felix saw the fist rising for a smashing blow. He saw the look of sadistic pleasure on Wayne's face. He saw the look of exultation change to one of shock. 

The blow never fell. The knife in Felix's hand entered the soft part of Wayne's belly just under his ribs sliding in at a slight angle, straight into his heart.

Felix pushed the heavy body from him and scrambled to his feet. Blood stained Wayne's shirt front. His eyes were wide. Death had taken him totally by surprise.

"Cunt." Felix hissed. "Stupid cunt. Where the fuck did that knife come from? Who the fuck cares, you fucking shit. Well now I don't have to worry about your fucking mouth. Just your stupid fucking notes."

He paced the room nervously, glancing round, stopping to stare at the body. He went back to the living room and paced it. He had touched nothing except for the knife. And he was wearing gloves. 

He left the flat silently, pulling the door to behind him. He moved quietly, eyes checking everywhere to ensure that he was not seen. He waited for a few moments in the car until he was certain he had not been observed, then he turned the key in the ignition and drove away carefully. 

No one would remember his car, it was well down from the flats and it was near to midnight. No one had seen him enter with Wayne and no one had seen him leave. No one, other than Wayne's wife, even knew that they knew each other. 

And who would be blamed? The couple had obviously had a fight. And she was gone. The police would not be looking for a man barely connected with Wayne, they had the motive. He was almost in the clear. Only the notes. She was unlikely to connect the notes with him or his activities, but he wanted those notes destroyed. 

Felix regretted the sudden end to the business relationship that had proved so profitable over the last five years. He hated staking out prospective properties himself, it was time consuming and dangerous. Even more, he hated entering properties that had not been thoroughly checked out. He had never been to prison and did not want to learn what it was like. 

The mishap of the night before was unfortunate, but unlikely to compromise him - though he would feel safer with Wayne's notes destroyed. At least Wayne was no longer a threat. All in all, things were working out well. Careful planning and attention to detail were all that was required. Wayne had been his best source of information, but he had other sources. It was time he took a more relaxed attitude to work anyway.

In the flat, Wayne's lifeless eyes stared at the ceiling. The coffee stain dried permanently into the carpet, and the small torn pieces of photographs on the bedroom floor waited to pass on their message about Georgina.



Getting Back in the Game



I had just gotten back from the gym, and was reaching in the fridge for some juice, when I heard my daughter coming in the kitchen behind me. I stood up and handed her the bottle, knowing she'd want some, too. "Thanks Dad, but I already had some with breakfast." She was dressed for work and looked well put-together, as usual. "I've got to work until 7, but I may go out with Ryan afterward. What do you have going on today?" 

"Well, I have some work to catch up on..." 

"It's Saturday!" she interrupted. 

"I know, but it's fairly important stuff for my newest client. Some design documentation for their applications." She huffed and gave me her sternest look.

Erin was always a bit of a mother hen personality, but ever since her mom had passed about a year and a half ago, it'd become magnified. She was constantly trying to take care of me, make sure I was doing alright, and a million other things. I'd usually just roll my eyes at these moments, though I appreciated how much she obviously cared. "I just don't want you overworking yourself," she clucked. 

"I know honey, I do. But it's somewhat urgent, and I have to pay your tuition somehow." She frowned at me before kissing me on the cheek. 

"I have to go, so I don't have time to argue with you. But promise me you'll have some fun today." 

"I will," I responded, "I'm going to dinner with Keith later." She sighed slightly. "What?" I asked. 

"I really wish you'd get out there and start dating again." 

I paused a moment, and then said "Hon, you know I don't want to get into anything serious right now." She started toward the door. 

"Ok, well then at least go out and get laid. Trust me, you're a catch, especially with the younger single girls. Especially." She put extra emphasis on the last word, and I was about to ask her what she meant by that, but she was already out the door and heading for her car and the mall.

I downed some breakfast and then went to my home office. The work I had on my agenda had seemed really daunting, but I ended up powering through it in just under three hours. As I was saving the documents and sending them off to my client, it occurred to me that I really needed a shower, since I was still a bit gross. I went to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and glanced in the mirror as I stripped off my clothing. "Maybe Erin was right, I should go out and get laid," I caught myself thinking. I'm 46, but still look quite good, even 10 years younger. I work out regularly and my build is decently muscled and lean, without looking overly bulked. And it had been a long time. I started thinking about maybe getting online on some hookup site, finding some cute girl, and my cock started to swell just a little bit. I shook my head to clear it, and was about to climb into the shower when I heard my doorbell ring. Odd, I wasn't expecting anybody today. I quickly threw on some shorts and ran down the stairs. 

When I opened the door, I saw Erin's friend Emily on the doorstep, backpack slung over her shoulder. "Oh, hi Martin," she said. All her friends were pretty familiar with me, I had it on decent authority I was one of the "cool" parents due to my relaxed nature and younger age. 

"Hi Emily," I responded, "Erin's at work right now, sorry." 

"I know, that's okay," she said, "I'm actually just here to return a pair of her shoes I borrowed and get my novel back. I need it for class next week." 

"Ok, no problem. Go on into her room," and as I said this she stepped into the living room. 

"Thanks. Hey, do you mind if I use your wi-fi for a minute while I'm here? I need to check email and do a few things real quick." Emily was walking in front of me, and I had to admire the view. I've never been much for younger girls, but she was a major cutie, and today, she was dressed to leave little to the imagination. She had on a short top that covered her small but very cute and perky breasts, and showed her nice, toned stomach. She was slim built and slim hipped, which wasn't usually my thing, but had a nice little bubble butt that her tight white jean shorts showed nicely. Slightly pale complexion, reddish blonde hair, and big blue eyes. 

I caught myself and realized I was staring at her butt, and quickly piped up, "Go right ahead, make yourself at home. You know where everything is. I'm gonna go grab a shower real quick. I need one after the gym." 

"Thank you," she responded. She paused and looked at me as if she had something on her mind. 

"Yes?" I inquired, as she stood there eyeing me. 

"Nothing. It's just...I have to say, whatever you're doing at the gym these days, keep it up. You look hot." She smiled a bit suggestively. 

"Um, thanks..." I stammered as I went up the stairs to my bedroom.

"What the hell was that?" I wondered to myself. Was Emily coming on to me? No, you're probably just horny, and Erin is right, you do need to get laid, I thought as I restarted the water and climbed in. And the truth is, I was realizing how horny I really was lately. I'd been taking care of myself fairly frequently since I didn't want the complication of a relationship, and I as I looked down, I realized that I was actually getting hard in the shower thinking about that subtle and alluring little smile of hers. I soaped my member, and halfway thought about taking care of business in the shower, but decided not to since Emily was still downstairs. Perhaps I would use her as mental fuel later, thinking about bending over that 20-something little booty while I rubbed one out. I quickly finished my shower, got out, shaved, and put on some deodorant and cologne before stepping out of the master bath into my bedroom. I was completely nude and heading toward my dresser for fresh underwear, when I saw Emily reclining on my bed and jumped with a start, crying out "Oh my God!"

Emily just smiled as I quickly looked around for something to cover myself with. "Awww, don't do that, you've got nothing to be ashamed of, trust me," she said, as she raised herself up slowly onto her elbows. 

"What are you doing?" I demanded, as I quickly reached back and grabbed a towel from the bathroom. As I turned back around to face her, she had already crossed nearly the entire distance between the bed and me. 

"I'd think that's obvious, Martin," she purred. "I was hoping to catch a glimpse of you naked." She came up to me, put her soft hand on my stomach, and then her other on my neck. Her touch was glorious, and I stared into her big, gorgeous eyes, captivated. What the hell was happening? I knew I should stop this. "Of course, I was never good at the whole 'look but don't touch' thing," she added. 

"Emily, we...we...I can't do...this," I stammered.

"Do what?" she cooed, as she quickly moved her hand around my midsection, undoing my towel and cupping my ass. I could smell her sweet and glorious perfume, the cool rush of the room's air, and as she pressed her body into me and my rapidly-hardening cock, I started to weaken. Damn, it had been too long. Still, I couldn't do this, I knew it. She was one of my daughter's friends!

"I can't do this. You're one of Erin's best friends. It's not right." 

"What?" she said, batting her eyes, pressing her firm tits into my chest. "I'm grown. I'm 22 years old, which is hardly a baby." She brushed her lips softly against mine, and I could feel her breath as she spoke softly. "I can be quiet about my conquests, if it means I get to sleep with a sexy and experienced man. Besides..." she slid her hand from my neck to my arms and chest, squeezing my muscles, "I have to say, to me..." she slid her other hand in front, and grabbed my now raging-hard cock, "Everything here just feels right." She started to pump me slowly, and my knees slightly buckled at the feeling of her soft hand.

I was weakening, and I knew it. "But, I'm not prepared. I don't have any..." 

"I'm on the pill," she interrupted. "And if you prefer, I'll only let you cum in my mouth. I love the taste of cum." At that, I was toast and she knew it, and leaned up to kiss me. It took me exactly 2 seconds to grab her, open my mouth to let her stick her tongue down my throat, and press her tightly against me.

We kissed hard, tongues swirling and dancing toward each other, for a couple of minutes, fondling each other as I removed her top and grasped her breast. It was firm, with the kind of elasticity that only youth can bring, and small, pink, erect nipples. I bent down to give it a quick lick, and she enjoyed it, but after a few minutes pushed away slightly and said, greedily eyeing my cock, "I want to taste that."

She got down on her knees, and after a couple of deliberate and full licks up and down the sides, plunged most of me into her mouth. She sucked her cheeks in a bit at first, then slowly started doing a figure-8 motion while slowly sucking me in and out of her mouth. For a younger girl, she really did seem to know what she was doing. I felt my knees weaken a bit and my eyes roll back in my head as she got a bit more aggressive, slowing down only to occasionally give me eye contact, which has always been a huge turn on for me during head. 

She alternated out a few strokes of my cock with her hand while she came up for a bit more air. "You are amazing at that. My god!" I exclaimed. 

"I love sucking guys off. From beginning to when they rocket off in my mouth," she said with an evil grin. 

"Well, you need to stop, because I'm not ready to cum yet," I said, and despite this, she managed to latch on for a few more sucks before I stepped out of her reach. She actually whimpered a bit as I bent down and helped her up, leading her to the bed. I could already tell that this girl was going to be fun.

As I laid her down on the bed, I pulled down her shorts, smelling the musky perfume of her pussy, and as I spread her legs apart, I could see that her snatch already appeared to be drooling. She reached down for my cock again, and as I sidestepped it, said "Can I at least suck you off later? Giving head gets me so wet." 

"I can tell," I chuckled. "Tell you what, we'll see." She pouted slightly, as crawled up on the bed and bent over to administer my first kisses to her gorgeously trimmed cooch. I kissed around and then on her lips, and as she started to breathe deeper and lift her butt up a bit, I began to draw the first strokes of my tongue up her clit. She shuddered as I dived in further, and her pussy began to drip regularly. I lapped up her sweet, sweet nectar and dove in further, hitting her clit from side to side, alternating out with strokes from a flat tongue, bladed, and teasing her rapidly with the tip flicking back and forth.

I've always enjoyed eating a woman out, and this girl was a real joy to lap up, tasting of honey and oh so loud and appreciative. She quickly moved from moaning to a higher-pitched squeal, and when I put a finger inside her and started hitting her G-spot, she went even louder. As I hooked my finger up, she arched her back and hips upward, and started yelping in short, almost barking bursts as I dove in and started tonguing and fingering her for all I was worth. "Oh...oh...oh...oh my fucking God!!" she announced loudly, as she squirted my face with a nice little spray of her cum. I stood up to swallow, and she pulled me in towards her. 

"Sorry, I should have warned you, I get really wet. Sometimes I even squirt a bit like that," she said, almost apologetically. I felt like I'd won the lottery. 

"Good. That's a gigantic fucking turn on for me." She smiled, darted up, and quickly kissed me deep, savoring and moaning a bit as she sucked her juices off my face. 

"I can't wait to taste me on your cock." I twitched involuntarily at those words, and she wasted no time grabbing me and guiding me down to her waiting hole.

Now, I'm decently sized, but more than length, I'm fairly thick, so I've learned to go slow the first time I penetrate a girl. But Emily wanted none of that, apparently. As I pushed the head in and out slowly, deepening my strokes, I was on about my 4th or 5th thrust when she grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled, impaling herself on my entire length. She wrapped her toned little legs around my back, trapping me there, and I had to take a second to make sure I didn't shoot right then, I was so turned on. She was tight and so wet I could already feel her running down my shaft. I began plunging in and out of her slowly, and she growled a guttural "harder."

I picked up my pace and intensity a bit, and grabbed her around the waist, pulling myself in deeper with each thrust. I could feel her wonderful, tight pussy grasping at me, as she slowly seeped her liquid down my shaft and balls. "Harder, fucking impale me on that cock," she growled, and I started really pumping her, feeling the burn in my arms and my ab muscles. "Goddamn you have a nice cock!" 

"And you have an amazing pussy, my dear," I responded, as I slammed her extra hard. 

"Fuck me harder. Fuck me as hard as you fucking can!" she yelled, and I accommodated, pounding her with everything I had, but after about 30 frenzied seconds, I knew I wouldn't be able to keep that pace up. Instead, I pulled out, and as she shot out a "Heyyyyy!!" I stood up on the carpet, reached out and pulled her by her ankles to the edge of the bed, and plunged right back in. 

By this point, I was turned on to the point of primal, and I grabbed her hips and started pulling her into me as I slammed my hips in with each thrust. She started moaning hard, reaching up to stroke and claw at my chest, then grabbed my biceps as I flexed them with each pull of her. "Goddamn, goddamn, oh FUUUCCCKKKKKKKK!" she let out with a long wail, as I felt her pussy contract so tight around my cock that it actually slightly hurt. I stopped because I couldn't move my dick an inch, as she squirted a bit harder than last time. "Goddamn!" she exclaimed, "nobody has ever gotten me to squirt like that!"

"Maybe it won't be the first time," I exclaimed, and since I needed a quick breather from the pistoning, I bent down and started aggressively fingering and licking her pussy again for a brief bit. She quickly arched her hips up, and within less than 30 seconds, I got her to squirt again, though not quite as violent as last time. 

"Come here with that beautiful cock," she said, as she quickly moved forward and started sucking me. "Mmmm, I can taste me on you, damn it's delicious," and she started sucking me with amazing enthusiasm. I let her continue for a bit, and as she put nearly all of me in her mouth, I could tell she wanted me to cum in her mouth, but I had different plans.

I pulled her off me, and as she started to protest, lightly shoved her back on the bed. I entered her and started at a medium pace, then started fucking her again for all I was worth. She pulled back and whispered "I want to feel you on top of me again," and I crawled back up on the bed and started giving it to her hard again. She arched her body up, and I ground down, making her shudder, then I pulled out and started spanking her clit with my hard member. It only took about 20 seconds for my hunch to be rewarded, as she squirted hard and sprayed my entire crotch and even up to my stomach with her warm, sticky cum. "Holy shit!" she exclaimed, and I felt a bit of pride realizing I was the first man to make that happen to her. 

I plunged back in and she wrapped her arms around me, pressing her slightly damp flesh into mine. The feeling of her breasts pressing against my chest, her scent, the intoxicating wetness and feel of her pussy, it was all getting too much for me. I could feel the familiar rising in my balls, and I knew that it would be hard to make this last much longer. 

"I need to cum soon," I panted out. 

She reached up snaked her fingers into the hair on the back of my head, pulling me close and kissing me deeply. "Good, baby," she cooed, "where do you want to cum? My mouth? My tits?" 

"No, I want to cum in you!" I blurted out. 

"Good! Cum in me. Cream me, I want to feel you shoot deep inside me. Cum in me baby!"

That was all it took, as I plunged in to my balls and rocketed deep inside her. I pushed in so deep I felt her arch against me and scream out in pleasure, and I pushed the last fraction of an inch deeper, as she screamed out, "Oh fuck yes, fucking cum in me baby, make me cum again!!" with a final moan, and with that, I shot my load hard in her, pumping her full so hard that I actually felt a slight ache in my balls as they emptied.

My vision tunneled down for a second as I felt my balls contract, and I had to steady myself so as not to crush her. I felt her partially catch me and whisper "It's ok. I'm not made of glass, you won't break me." I paused and caught my breath as my vision returned to normal. 

She reached up and kissed me deeply. "That..." she paused, catching her breath, "that was fucking incredible" she panted. 

"Yeah, that was pretty god damn good," I agreed. We stayed joined for a couple of minutes, breathing hard, touching, occasionally kissing, until I started to flag a bit and slide out. I slipped to the side of her and laid facing her, as she did the same. After a few minutes of silence, she spoke first.

"Wow. Can you get another rise out of that thing?" she asked eagerly? 

"At least once more, maybe two or three," I said grinning. 

"OK, good, because I have plans for you today." I glanced at the clock. It was a bit after 3pm. I had nothing going on, and I knew she just needed to be gone before Erin got home. 

"I'd like that," I said. She slid to a sitting up position, spreading her legs. "Nobody has ever made me cum like that. Of course, I guess that's part of the bonus of fucking a man that knows what he's doing, instead of a college boy" she said with an evil glint in her eye. I was beginning to wonder what kind of monster I had awoken. "I do wish you had let me suck you off, because I love tasting a man's cream, but I couldn't deny you your wish, especially not after you gave me a dicking like that!" She was spreading her lips, and grinning at me like she was ready to go again, which, come to think of it, she probably was.

Emily leaned over, kissing my dick lightly, then slowly began tongue-bathing it clean, licking up the drops of leftover cum with great enthusiasm. She sucked the last remaining drops in my member out with a bit of force, and I was starting to show signs of life again due to her ministrations, but I knew that I wasn't quite there yet, so I leaned back down on the bed after she was done. She sat back with her legs spread again, spied a water glass on my nightstand from last night, downed a swallow, then handed me the inch or so remaining in it. "Drink up," she said. I downed the rest, then she took the glass from me, and put it right beneath her pussy. I watched as she pushed my cum firmly out of her pussy and into the glass, waiting a bit as it all ran out thickly. I could see a bit of her juices mixed with my jizz, and was fascinated as I watched her swirl the glass a little bit, then tilt it back and let every drop fall into her mouth, as if it was the most natural thing ever. Slowly, she swirled her tongue, a look of pure pleasure and lust on her face. She opened her mouth, and showed me the cum, then went back to swirling, the same look of pleasure plastering her face. A minute passed, and she did it again, showing me what looked to be a bit less, then again another minute of swirling. Finally, I saw her swallow, and grin real big as she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. "All gone!" she proudly proclaimed. "You, my dear, have some great-tasting cum," she said as she grinned like the Cheshire cat. 

I realized I had gotten closer while I was watching this display, fascinated, and was kneeling on the bed, mouth open, having just witnessed one of the most unabashedly lustful and nasty acts I had ever seen a woman I had been with perform, and I realized that I was so turned on every part of me was buzzing and practically ready to fuck right now. Emily glanced down and smiled, saying "Well, it looks like somebody approves of what a cum-hungry bitch I am." I glanced down, and realized my dick was at complete attention, full and pointing at the ceiling. She bent down, and started sucking me, but this time more aggressively. Her tongue rippled along my shaft as she sucked every inch of me into her throat, and I responded by pulling back and beginning to fuck her very willing mouth. She pulled me out of her, gently sucked and licked on my balls, and then pulled me deep into her throat again, pausing every few strokes to massage me with her throat. I was in heaven, it had been ages since I'd had head like this.




Getting Back in the Game



Ch. 1 Frontier Days

She was a widow of over two years; her husband's illness and subsequent death had left her sexless for almost three years and she was ready to get back in the game. What she needed more than anything was a hot hookup: an intimate physical connection that would hopefully lead to the blissful release of orgasm! Her tryst with Roger started as a lovely one night stand that would bring her out of her shell. She had asked the Universe for Roger. Well, not specifically for Roger, but she had told the Universe that she "just needed to get laid," and she is sure this was the Universe's response.

The week she had made this request to the Universe, she was planning a trip to Cheyenne with her very good friend, Kelly, to see Tim McGraw at Cheyenne Frontier Days. It was a Saturday night concert and they already had tickets. At the last minute they decided to go up and see Kid Rock on Friday night. Being the risky woman they were, they decided that they could take their chances and would just buy tickets when they got there. They went up with a few other friends and had the great luck to stay at a cozy little house on the edge of town and avoided hotel charges. They started their fun while getting ready for the show: four ladies drinking and laughing and primping. They did several shots and were all fairly tipsy before they even left for the show. She could tell it was going to be a wild night, no matter what happened!

They arrived at the Frontier Days Arena and poured themselves out of the cab, staggering slightly and laughing their way over to the ticket line, trying to decide what to do next. As they were pondering their next move, Kelly looked around and exclaimed, "Roger! Hi, Roger, what are you doing here?"

Roger was an acquaintance of Kelly's and a total player. She had never met him, but Kelly filled her in quickly. Roger had two a few tickets to the show, but he was alone and was trying to sell the other. Kelly looked at Roger with a knowing and mischievous gleam in her eye then looked at her and said, "Roger, this is my friend, she'll take your ticket, I'll go see if I can get a seat next to you guys." 

You have to love a friend who can see the potential adventure in an instant and will skillfully move everyone in that direction!

Some of the group had VIP passes and would be standing in the arena front and center. Not wanting to be left out, Roger and the girls decided to see if they could sneak into the VIP area. On the way, they stopped for drinks and shots in one of the campers on the grounds. While socializing their way between these stops, she and Roger negotiated the terms of the ticket, amicably agreeing that the ticket was worth one really good blow job.

She was sitting at the camper's kitchen table with Roger standing next to her. She was overcome by the immediate need for any type of intimate contact with a man. She grabbed Roger by his belt loops and sat him on her lap. He tried to resist, a little, but stayed put after she put her hand on his leg and started rubbing his thigh. How brave she was after several shots of Fireball!

With the concert approaching quickly, there was no time to complete the payment in the camper. The drunken herd migrated to the VIP zone, attempting to get through without VIP passes. The plan was to appear that they belonged; a fairly good plan that worked well for her and Roger, but not for Kelly. Unfortunately, she and Roger did not notice they were missing Kelly, and went in and started drinking and milling around with the crowd.

Walking through the open arena on their way to the stage, Roger suddenly grabbed her arm to stop her, put his arms around her, and put his lips to hers. He pushed his tongue into her mouth insistently and explored her it passionately, showing his need to be as great as hers. Her legs became weak and she had to hang on to him tighter, just to keep from melting down to the ground and giving in to her intense desires.

Too intoxicated, from the booze or the desire, she and Roger stopped and entered into a passionate emrace and lost themselves in the moment not realizing they were in the middle of the arena for all to witness. 

They discovered that Kelly did not gain entrance into the VIP area with them, so instead of heading to the stage they went back to their seats to watch the show with her. The real show was just starting, however, for the fellow concert goers. Roger began to make-out with her AND Kelly! During the entire show the three of them kissed, laughed, danced, sang, fell down, got up and had a wonderful drunken time. After the show, they grabbed a hold of Roger and insisted that he was coming with them back to their cozy little house. They weren't letting him out of their sight.

Earlier in the day, when they had arrived at the house where they were staying, she was being nosy, opening doors and peering into rooms and closets. One door led to the basement and she had gone down to explore. There wasn't much down there: a treadmill and a few couches. When she got back to the house after the concert, she knew exactly where she was taking Roger. They only needed one of the couches.

She grabbed his hand and led him down to the basement. Roger grabbed her and kissed her again with that same intense need. He began moving his hands over her body. She felt a tingling in her thighs creeping to her vagina. She could barely control herself, even though she was mostly unsure of how to proceed. She had been faithful to her husband forever, and this would be the first man she had been with in over 20 years.

Luckily Roger knew exactly what he was doing and her seduction efforts turned to being seduced. Roger began removing her clothes, first her shirt and bra. His attention went to her breasts. He started by kneading them, then licking and sucking her nipples. She felt them hardening, sighed and groaned; it had been so long. 

He removed her jeans and soaked panties, pushed her down on the couch and spread her legs, revealing her beautiful pink pussy, dripping with desire. She almost lost her mind: a man was touching her, feeling how wet and excited she was, desiring to please her. Roger put his mouth on her and began playing with her clit, almost sending her over the edge right there. He came up and put his mouth to her ear and whispered, "You taste so good." 

That simple sensual statement alone almost made her cum, but he put his mouth back on her womanhood and using his tongue and lips brought on a wave of multiple climaxes. she arched her back with each explosive release. Her squeals of pleasure could be heard throughout the house and her friends smiled and gave each other knowing nods, some wishing they were receiving the same tongue lashing.

Roger then turned her over; he was going to take her from behind. The anticipation of having a man inside of her made her even more excited and she moaned loudly again before he was even in her! Unfortunately, too much alcohol took a toll on poor Roger and she didn't get too much of that feeling, just enough to know that she needed more.

She asked him to just put his naked body against hers. That simple act of human contact, that feel of a man's body against hers, that reminder of what she had been missing for so many years, is what really started her on her sexual journey.

Roger made a request for a second chance, which she fully accepted, besides, she still owed him a blow job for the concert ticket. This is what pushed what could have been a lovely one night stand into an erotic love affair.

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Ch. 2 Learning to Sext

After the long eventful weekend, she was glad to be home and alone. While zoning out in front of the television she got a text from a number she didn't recognize and all it said was "Hi." 

This anonymous text put her completely out of her element. She had never received a random text like that and didn't know how to react or what to do. 

She hoped it was Roger sending the text, the only person she could think of whose number she did not know. She was disappointed when she asked Kelly, who mistakenly told her it was not. 

She was a little apprehensive, but sent the reply, "I am sorry I don't recognize this number. Who is this?" 

The reply text came right away, "It's Roger." 

Her heart skipped a beat and she lost her breath for a moment. Could it be that she would be able to have sex again? He was very amiable and asked how she was and how the weekend went. She was happy he seemed interested, but decided to cut straight to the chase and sent the text, "Don't I still owe you a blow job?" 

Roger appreciated that he did not have to side step into what he really wanted and responded, "Yes, I believe you do. When can I get it? I want another chance at that pussy of yours, too."

This was her introduction to sexting. Being married from age 23, and dating before cell phones and texting, you just kind of miss out on the entire cybersex age.

She had never had someone just come right out and tell her that they wanted to lick and suck her clit, in person or in a text. It got her so excited she got wet instantly and she had no idea of how to respond. They did not text much that evening and she went to bed and softly rubbed her clit and masturbated thinking of Roger's mouth on her again and how it might feel to have his hard cock inside of her. 

Roger texted her again first think in the morning, "Hi." 

"Hi, Roger." she replied.

"I want to suck your nipples" he texted. 

"Ooooh, that sounds nice" she texted back. 

"I want to lick your clit" texted Roger.

"Mmmmm, tell me more" she responded becoming wet with the anticipation of how he might respond.

"I want to slide my hard cock into your warm wet pussy" he finally texted.

"You ARE making me wet, I want that too" she replied as her heart began to race at the thought of a hard cock being pushed inside of her. 

"When can you?" asked Roger in text. 

This became the three words that she hated. Of course she was available most all the time; Roger was the one who had to come up with an excuse and reason to not be home. 

Kelly had told her that Roger had a girlfriend, but she chose to ignore that and proceed as if she had no knowledge. They never discussed the fact that he had a girlfriend. However, having a girlfriend created scheduling problems. It was technically simple, but obviously not easy. They could not schedule anything for that first week because her Aunt Flo came to visit. That was very unfortunate, but they had big plans for the next week and they could still sext each other every day. 

Here are the hindrances to being a new sexter who also happens to be literate: One, you spend way too much time trying to think of the most erotic thing to say that flows and makes sense and has complete sentences with no spelling errors and that you didn't say yesterday or the day before; and two, you have no pictures. 

This lack of pictures became the major obstacle to her sexting career. She didn't know what kind of pictures to take or how to actually take them. She really had no idea what she was doing. 

Roger wanted a picture of her nipple. She was at work wondering how she could accomplish this. She went into a bathroom stall, took her shirt off and pulled her tits out of her bra. She didn't turn the volume down on her phone so anyone who might happen to come into the bathroom could hear the "click, click" of her trying to take a picture of both her nipples, one of her nipples, a full boob shot, they all looked horrible to her. Good grief, then someone actually came into the bathroom. Her face turned beet red, even though no one could see her. She gave up. 

She was sitting at her desk trying to decide what to do and then decided she could easily run home to take the picture. Working five minutes from home has plenty of advantages -she would learn in the next few months the full extent of these advantages. For now she learned it made it easy to go home and take pictures for her sexting partner. 

She got a picture of one of her nipples and sent it to Roger. He said he liked and that it was hot, It wasn't long after that, however, that he asked for a picture of her pussy. Really? How was she going to get that shot?! She talked to Kelly about her photo dilemmas and Kelly just laughed, being a sexting veteran, and told her that she needed to have stock photos that she could shoot off at any given time. 

Still, what should these photos look like? Kelly gave her examples by letting her look at her photos . She thought some of them may be doable. However, she was not sure how she had gotten some of her shots she had in her phone. Roger continued to insist on a pussy picture. She was not sure if it was something she actually wanted to take, or send to anyone if she did.

She went home at lunch, took off my clothes and lay on her bed with cell phone in hand. She spread open her legs and stretched her arm as far as she could and started snapping. Snap, look - God no! Snap, look - God no, again and again. After a half hour of snapping and looking and cringing she found a shot that she thought could be acceptable if she decided to send it. She got dressed and ran out of the house to get back to work. 

Roger continued to ask for the picture and she continued to stall and give excuses. He begged and pleaded and demanded that she send it, so finally she closed her eyes, held her breath and hit send. Well, that wasn't so bad. Of course, she asked for reciprocation and he sent it right away. Her first dick shot...she had to tell Kelly right away. She and Roger continued back and forth this way for a week until they could finally meet again in person. 

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Ch. 3: Getting Fucked Good

The plan was to meet at her house Wednesday afternoon. She was so excited that she left work early to get ready. She wanted to shower and do her hair and makeup and try to look her hottest for her first real sex in almost three years. As she waited for him she paced through her house and tried to imagine what it would be like. She started drinking beers to try and calm her nerves. She also wondered how she should behave when he came to the house. Should she offer him a beer or other beverage or just grab him and drag him to her room? 

A text from Roger, he is running late...dammit. She drank another beer. A text from Roger, still coming, but it is going to be later than he thought. Ugh! The anticipation was killing her. 

A text to Roger, "If you don't get here soon, I will have to start without you." 

A text from Roger, "Lol, I am almost there." 

When he finally got there he grabbed her and kissed her long and hard. His kisses were deep and seductive and spurred her sexual urges. She asked if he wanted a beer or if he just wanted to go right up to her room? He wanted a beer. Holy shit, how much more was she supposed to withstand. She got him a beer and stood there watching him opening it and putting the bottle to his lips and slowly taking a long hard draw, then thought, "Is that enough, can we go now?" 

He smiled and took another drink, then kissed her again and started pushing her up the stairs. 

He kissed her and ran his hands over her body while walking her to her room. As soon as they reached the bed, he rolled her onto it and crawled on top of her his hard cock pressing into her thigh. He began kissing her again, the same deep seductive kisses that sent electricity radiating through her body, causing her to moan as she moistened in anticipation. 

He started removing her clothes: her dress came off first. He kissed her cleavage that was pushing out of her bra while he was unsnapping the it and taking it off. He kissed and licked and sucked her nipples as she moaned again with pleasure and relief. He moved his mouth down her stomach, grabbed her panties and yanked them off. He spread her legs and buried his head between her soft thighs and ran his tongue up and down her lips, paying special attention to her clit, using his tongue to probe and tease it. She climaxed with his mouth and tongue in a way she had never experienced before. It made her dizzy and out of breath. Her heart was beating so fast she thought it would jump out of her chest. Roger got up and began to undress while she watched and caught her breath. Before she could completely recover from that beautiful orgasm she saw his beautiful fully erect cock and knew she was ready for more. 

She dropped to her knees and put his cock in her mouth. It was so hard and smooth and felt so good against her tongue. She put it as far in her mouth as she could before she would start gagging and slowly moved her mouth up his cock moving her tongue around and around the head and shaft. She sucked the head as she pulled his cock out then went back down on it as far as she could before slowing pulling it out again.

Roger said, "I want to fuck you." 

He pulled his dick out her mouth and pushed her on to the bed. He spread her legs again and moved his firm and smooth body on top of hers. He held his thick cock and rubbed it up and down her moist opening, then slowly pushed just the head inside of her. She gasped. Inch by inch he slid the rest of his throbbing member all the way in. That was it; that was the moment, it felt so good to have a nice hard cock deep inside of her tight almost virginal pussy. He fucked her with her legs pushed back to her shoulders then grabbed her right leg and swung it to the left, flipping her over in one continuous motion and then began fucking her from behind. When he pushed himself inside of her again and went in as far as he could, it took her breath away. She knew at that moment that she wanted to be fucked that way for the rest of her life. 

He fucked her hard, pounding her until she almost hit her head on the headboard, but she loved every minute of it. She giggled with contentment when she felt him cum inside of her. He slowly pulled out, kissed her ass and flopped down beside her on the bed. They talked for a while, small talk to get to know each other maybe a little better. He said he was meeting his son for drinks and had to leave, but they talked for at least a half hour more. Then Roger got up, got dressed and left. She slept better that night than she had in years. She really thought she would never hear from him again and was pleasantly surprised when she got a text from him the very next day. Roger wanted more...and so did she.



Getting Back



Hariet smiled at Georgina's attempted smile. Wayne took a photograph, then put down the camera. He moved to the side of the bed and his hands took hold of Georgina's breasts and squeezed. One hand moved to between her legs. He rubbed at her clitoris, grinning in triumph at Hariet as he began to get a response.

In reply, Hariet undid her blouse and pulled it open. She was not wearing a bra. She dropped the blouse on the floor, undid her skirt and let it slither to the floor. She was naked. She smiled at Wayne. He grinned, his fingers still working on Georgina's clitoris. 

Hariet silently moved close to him. She undid the cord of the dressing gown and pulled it off his shoulders. His hand left Georgina and he stood up. Hariet dropped the dressing gown and put one hand on his cock. She wanked him gently, then lent forward and tweaked one of Georgina's nipples. Wayne was shocked, and thrilled. Hariet grinned at him, pulled on his cock and pointed at Georgina's mouth.

Wayne climbed onto the bed, straddling Georgina's body.

"Suck me," he said.

"Wayne." The name was used as a complaint, but not a refusal. 

He raised her head with one hand, supported himself on the wall with the other, and pushed his penis against her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked. 

Hariet watched, then picked up the camera. She focused carefully, then took a picture of Wayne's sitting on the face of a naked spreadeagle Georgina. She tapped Wayne on the shoulder when she saw he was beginning to enjoy Georgina's mouth too much. He nodded and withdrew, then climbed off the bed. 

Hariet picked up the vibrator and grinned at him. She twisted the base. It began to hum. She rubbed it around Georgina's clitoris for a few moments, then twisted and prodded it slowly inside her, easing it deep. Wayne watched, his tongue flicking nervously across his lips. 

When Hariet extracted the vibrator she nodded at Wayne and he untied the cord that held one of Georgina's hands to the headboard. He tied the cord round her thigh, tethering her hand near to her cunt.

"You do it, rub yourself." he said.

"I don't.."

"Hurry up, I've got the camera ready," he snarled.

Her hand moved to rub herself. They watched while Georgina masturbated, Hariet's hand pulling at Wayne's cock. She could see their reflection in the dressing table mirror. She could see herself wanking Wayne while her blinded sister masturbated for their pleasure. Hariet felt good.

Wayne put the vibrator into Georgina's hand. "Use it. Work it deep inside yourself."

Hariet smiled at Wayne then took hold of his ears and pulled him to his knees in front of her. She guided his head between her legs and felt his tongue explore her cunt while she watched the whole scene in the mirror. Georgina working the vibrator into herself. Wayne on his knees in front of her, his head between her legs.

She stepped back and pulled him to his feet. Then they left Georgina with the vibrator humming between her legs and went to the living room. 

Hariet had Wayne lie on the floor. She mounted him and rode him till he exploded inside her. When she finished they had a cup of coffee before she dressed and left. It had been a memorable evening.

But now Georgina had rebelled. Hariet wasn't really surprised. She knew that Wayne hit her from time to time, she hadn't actually advised it but she did feel a lot of satisfaction from the knowledge. She really felt annoyed that Wayne had run off when Georgina fought back.

Wayne appeared from the bathroom, shaved and dressed and ready to go. Hariet moved from her pose when she was sure it had registered in his feeble mind. She got off the bed and pulled on her dressing gown.

"I still don't see why I should apologise," Wayne said.

"Because otherwise you won't get her back. And I'm not going to wreck my sister's marriage. If you lose her you lose me."

"This is stupid," Wayne muttered. But she knew he would do as he was told.

Hariet dressed and they left the house together. Wayne was giving her a lift to work before going back to make his peace with Georgina. 

Neither of them saw the forlorn figure with heavy suitcases turning the corner into one end of the street as Wayne's van pulled out of the other end.

Wayne went back to his flat after dropping Hariet off. He was worried when he found the flat empty of Georgina and her clothes. He did not want to lose Georgina, particularly as he knew that Hariet meant what she said. He would lose both of them. He had grown accustomed to his life. The master in his own home, totally in control of his wife. But not master with Hariet. She played the lead in their relationship and he found that exciting. He had to get Georgina back.

It didn't take much thinking to work out where she would be. She had no where else to go but Hariet's house. He knew he would find her there. She must have arrived just after he and Hariet left. That worried him for a moment. The best kept secret could have been discovered. Then he relaxed. What could be more natural than a loving husband going to his wife's sister to ask her help.

It was early for a drink, but he felt in need of one. He poured himself a glass of malt whisky, his Christmas present from Hariet. Usually he was a beer drinker, but this was the time for a bit of dutch courage. He had to crawl to Georgina if necessary and he didn't want too bad a taste left in his mouth from doing it. 

He had another slurp of whisky and felt it burn its way to his stomach. He re-lived his anger at Georgina's violence. Maybe he shouldn't hit her so much. But she definitely shouldn't have hit him. He'd been too soft, he decided. He should have smashed her to a pulp. She wouldn't have gone running off to her sister's then. 

Wayne looked at his watch. It was just after nine. He was supposed to be working. But that was the nice thing about being your own boss, you chose your own hours. He worked on his own and he made a good living out of it, both from the painting and the little extra earner on the side. That made him almost as much money as the painting and took a lot less effort. The place he was working on at the moment was perfect for it. He'd pick up a couple of hundred extra for sure.

He drained the glass, feeling confident again. Life was sorted. Pick up Georgina, tell her everything would be alright in the future. Then work, see Felix and pick up some extra cash. Maybe take Georgina out for a meal this evening and sweet talk her a bit to get her firmly under control again. 

He left the flat and drove to Hariet's house. There was no answer when he knocked on the door. He was irritated, but not worried. Georgina would have realised that Hariet was at work. She would return later. He'd call and pick her up when he'd finished the house and finished his extra bit of business with Felix.