7 comments/ 20968 views/ 1 favorites Fiona's Revenge By: gb_1978 Fiona sat restless in bed, her hands brushing against her slender thighs. How long had it been since she dumped Clive? Weeks? Months? As Fiona polished off her first glass of wine, she reminisced about his reckless company, his late nights out with the lads and the lack of attention she received. She couldn't possibly imagine taking him back. Yet there were times, between the sheets, where she felt dominated by Clive and his sexual energy. Sometimes she imagined reaching for the phone, if only for an hour of passion. Knowing Clive though, it would only end in tears. She'd end up falling head over heels again and it wouldn't be long before he was sowing his oats elsewhere. What was her name? Rachel? After the secret text messages and the lingerie in the car, Fiona wanted to strangle her. But it had been weeks since that final explosive argument and Fiona was beyond the point of caring. He can have the bitch, she thought. As she went to light up a cigarette, her phone beeped. do u want 2 meet up tonite 4 a chat? I got a gud film 2 watch. hope ur okay babe -- luv sandra xx Fiona smiled briefly and drew a sigh of relief. At least there were some friends she could depend on. Sandra had been her best friend since high school and was always there for a giggle and someone to talk to. She was a bit of a tart around the lads but Sandra had a heart of gold, even when men trampled all over it. Sitting up comfortably against her pillow, Fiona sent a message back. still miserable about clive but fuck him. come on over and we'll have a few drinks. could really do with some company tonight. x Fiona looked at her laptop and thought about snooping on Clive's Facebook. She didn't want to look but in a way, she felt he was still a part of her life. Clive wouldn't see it that way, she thought. Clive would've seen her as "a nice piece of ass". In a lot of ways, she wondered why she had even bothered putting up with him in. And it wasn't just the sex. If that was the case, she'd have put her cleavage up on Facebook, sending messages like "Hello boys" to her friend list. Not that she would, of course. That was the sort of thing Sandra would do. Besides, her dad was on Facebook. Ugh. Fiona cringed and pushed the laptop aside before helping herself to another glass of wine. Then she grabbed the remote control for the television, hoping something interesting would be on. She flicked through the channels aimlessly. Rhinos mating? No, that strangely reminded her of Clive. The news was boring and would send her to a wine induced sleep. Fiona eventually settled on You've Been Framed for a few cheap laughs. Thirty minutes later and her phone beeped with another message from Sandra. ill b ther in 2 mins babe x Fiona put on her dressing gown and made her way downstairs. She didn't have a spacious studio flat; downstairs was a kitchen and bathroom, with upstairs being Fiona's bedroom and living room rolled into one. It wasn't a perfect home but at least there was a large bedroom she could unwind in. The bed had two large pillows which served as comfy back rests for whenever Sandra came over to watch a film. Sandra used to visit once a week but since she started working nights, it was harder for her to come over and visit. This was a rare occurrence these days and after being on her own for a few weeks, she was happy to have some company. Company eventually turned up in a leopard skin skirt, holding a bottle of Lambrini and a DVD. Good old Sandra, Fiona thought. "Come in love", said Fiona. After a short hug, they both went up to Fiona's room. Sandra started telling Fiona about some bloke she had started seeing from The Dog and Duck. Some cute builder with a nice arse, she kept saying and it wasn't long before Sandra's smutty sense of humour had Fiona in stitches. Fiona wished she could be as care free as Sandra but often, she lacked the confidence to do what she wanted. Eventually, the conversation veered from Johnny Depp to Fiona's ex-boyfriend from Hell. "I don't know why I can't be more like you," Fiona sighed. "You seem to go through life, completely care free and I'm here, stuck in a rut, waiting for Mr. Right to come along. After Clive, I just don't know what to do with myself." "Oh hun," laughed Sandra. "You don't need a Mr. Right. You need a Mr. Right now." "I've had plenty of them," Fiona remarked. "They're just...they're just so fucking useless." "Language dear," smiled Sandra. "We'll not tolerate smut in this house." Sandra did her "I'm innocent" look before swallowing the neck of her Lambrini bottle. When she came up for air, she continued. "It's fucking disgusting, I'll have you know." Fiona collapsed onto her pillow, laughing hysterically. After a few fits of laughter, Sandra turned the conversation back around to Clive, much to Fiona's dismay. "If I were you, I'd do something he would hate," said Sandra. "Such as?" Fiona asked. "Well," mulled Sandra. "Was there anything he wanted to do in bed? Maybe something which seemed, I dunno, weird?" "I don't want to go there Sandra. The last thing I want to do is get shagged by his mates." "Did he tell you that?!" Sandra giggled. "It's not funny Sandra!" Fiona snapped. She briefly composed herself. "He would say it all the time. "Oh, Darren says you're fit and wants to give you one", or "Can I bring some mates back?" You have no idea Sandra; sometimes I think he didn't really want me unless it suited him." "I know Fi but you should get your own back, especially after everything he's done to you." Fiona sighed and lay back into her pillow. It wasn't easy talking about these things although Sandra had been her best friend for years; if anyone was going to laugh at her, it sure as hell wouldn't be Sandra. "Can I ask you something San?" said Fiona nervously. "Sure babe -- what is it?" "What would you say if I said I did want to sleep with his friends, just to spite him?" "I'd say go for it. He'd never know what hit him. Maybe you could put it up on the internet as well..." "Sandra!" Fiona interrupted. "I can't do that!" "I'm only joking. But you should see some of the videos on the internet." Fiona, smiling to herself, passed Sandra her laptop. "Okay, show me." Fiona grinned cheekily. Sandra drank some of her Lambrini before pulling up a web site with a load of amateur porn videos. Fiona sat in amazement, shocked that Sandra knew the website address off by heart. "Oh. My. God. Sandra -- how the hell do you know about this stuff?" "Men," she giggled back at Fiona. "You know, I quite like watching these videos myself. Maybe we could do one together..." "Sandra!" Fiona hit her with a pillow. "Okay, okay. How about this one?" Sandra paused before reading out the title. "Dirty slut fucked in all holes." Shall we give that a go?" Fiona sighed. "What's it about?" "A romantic comedy, I think," said Sandra. "Four men struggle to take control of a woman and her desires." "Ooh, that sounds nice," replied Fiona sarcastically. "Don't knock it 'till you've tried it," smiled Sandra. She pressed play on the video and in a matter of seconds, Fiona's bedroom resounded with the noise of a woman getting fucked savagely by a group of hairy men. It looked vulgar and repulsive but Fiona couldn't help but feel curious as she watched. She had often thought about what it would be like to be dominated by a group of men. She knew Clive wanted to her like that but it was because her inhibitions - and their dwindling relationship -- that she often put it out of her mind. But as Fiona watched this video with Sandra, she felt a tingle through her body, that feeling she got when something -- or someone -- had started turning her on. She visualised herself being the woman in the video yet with Sandra around, she didn't feel comfortable thinking about it. Fiona quickly dismissed the idea and turned to face Sandra. "Actually, I don't think I'd want to try that," said Fiona. "Oh come on Fi. Not even Brad Pitt and Bruce Willis?" "That's different." Fiona smiled. "But let's face it - that's never going to happen." "Of yes it is!" Sandra grinned, waving the DVD she had brought over. "I never knew Brad and Bruce did a film together." "Yeah, it's bit of an odd one. But they're both fucking hot." Fiona nodded in agreement and as Twelve Monkeys started to play, she curled up next to Sandra. She missed this quality time with her friends. Clive often prevented Fiona from meeting up with friends whereas it was fine for him to go down the pub and leer at tarts all night. No more of that now, she thought to herself. Then she started thinking about what Sandra had said. As she lay next to Sandra, she couldn't help but think of her fantasy. Of course she wanted to fuck his friends and make them jealous but it was the sort of thing she thought about, not the sort of thing she actually did. Besides, she didn't really know his friends that well. There was Darren and Steve. Both of them were all-right looking, a bit like Clive. Tariq fancied himself as a bit of a player, always dressing up in smart shirts and jeans. Sandra once said she slept with him and remarked that his dick was the size of a cucumber. Fiona wasn't superficial by any means but she though of Clive's size and remembered being unimpressed. Thinking to herself, she turned over and poked Sandra. "You've slept with Tariq, right? What was it like?" "Oh that prick. He likes to think that he's God's gift to women." "Didn't you say he was good in bed?" "I said he had a big willy. I didn't say he knew how to use it." The two of them laughed and returned to watching the film. Fiona turned around to look at Sandra who was busy playing about with her mobile phone. After a few minutes of clicking, Sandra put her phone down, turned around poked Fiona. "I've just asked Tariq out for you." "You haven't! Oh my god San, I don't believe you!" "I told him you wanted it good and hard, all...night...long." Fiona punched Sandra playfully in the arm. "You're fucking lying!" "No, I just told Dave that I'm staying here and can't meet him tonight. If that's okay with you?" Fiona let out a sigh of relief. The last thing she wanted was her ex-boyfriend's mates phoning her for sex. She looked up at Sandra, nodding to let her know that she appreciated her staying over. It wasn't often she had this time alone with friends. After a few more glasses of wine, the two of them eventually drifted off to sleep. Sandra's snoring was relaxing although Fiona had difficulty sleeping. Her dreams were dominated by thoughts of men encircling her naked body. She imagined being at the mercy of these anonymous muscular men, stroking their large erections eagerly in front of her. As she thought of what it would be like to live such a fantasy, her hand slid down her pants, brushing against her clitoris. Then she woke up in shock; she couldn't believe she was doing this with her best friend sleeping next to her. Exasperated, Fiona rolled as far away from Sandra as possible before going back to sleep. In the morning, Fiona found it difficult make eye contact with Sandra. What if she had heard her moaning or rustling about under the covers? It was too much for her to even think about. Fiona quickly put on her dressing gown and made her way down to the kitchen to make breakfast. Sandra smelt the burnt toast and moaned out sleepily, "Make us some as well please Fi." Fiona smiled to herself, knowing that last night's incident must've gone unnoticed. After getting breakfast in bed ready, Fiona returned to her room, passing Sandra a cup of tea and some toast. "Thanks Fi." "That's okay. Did you sleep well?" "Not with you fidgeting all night," said Sandra. Fiona went completely red in the face. "It's okay Fi," said Sandra. "I know how strung up you've been over Clive." "I'm so sorry San. I don't know what came over me." Sandra looked Fiona in the eyes, leaning over to cuddle her. After a much needed cry, both of them sat up and enjoyed a bit of breakfast in bed. "We haven't done this in ages Fi, not since you finished Uni." Fiona sighed. "Those late night stop overs were the best. Although remember how you always used to wake me up whenever you brought lads back with you?" "Yeah," Sandra replied, eating her toast. "Maybe your itchy fingers last night were a way of getting me back. What were you dreaming about anyway?" Sandra grinned. "I'd rather not talk about it," said Fiona moodily, drinking her tea. Her phone started to ring. It was Clive. "Oh god, it's him." said Fiona. "Should I answer it?" "Tell you what babe," said Sandra. "I'll leave you to it and call around this evening. I'm off work for a few days anyway. Besides, we've got loads of catching up to do. If you don't mind, that is." Fiona was relieved to have someone around who wasn't going to judge her. She thanked Sandra and promised to call her later in the evening. After a quick hug at the front door, she returned to her bedroom where her mobile refused to stop ringing. She turned her phone off and switched on her laptop. After drinking the rest of her tea, she waited for Facebook to load up. Once on there, she moved the cursor over Clive's profile link. "It's now or never," she thought to herself and closing her eyes, she clicked the mouse. When she opened her eyes, what she saw made her angrier than ever. Whether it was sex or a full blown argument, she wanted to feel something and without hesitating for a second, she switched her phone back on. Sure enough, Clive rang back. "Yes? What do you want?" Fiona answered angrily, drumming her fingers. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry," Clive pleaded. "I know what I did was wrong." Fiona groaned. "You think that's going to change things? It's over between us Clive. Over. I don't want you calling me up as a last resort." "What do you mean babe?" Fiona paused to assert herself. "You know exactly what I mean. I've just seen your Facebook." Fiona stopped again before quoting from his profile. "Last night was fucking awesome. Can't wait to see you again. Kiss, kiss, kiss". Which one was it this time? Rachel? Jessica? Do you actually think I'm stupid enough to take you back after everything you've put me through?" "I still love you," Clive whined. "Go fuck yourself Clive," snapped Fiona, switching her phone off completely. For the rest of that morning, she lay in bed crying. Three years she spent with Clive, hoping he would change. He never did. Maybe Sandra was right, she thought. Maybe she should sleep with all his friends, just to piss him off. But that was never going to happen. She called up Sandra, hoping she wouldn't be busy. "You just can't get enough of me, can you?" Sandra giggled. "I've just been on the phone with Clive." "Uh oh." "I told him to go fuck himself." "Good for you babes. Look, I'm busy right now but I'll be over later, okay?" "Thank you San. I really appreciate it." "Don't mention it. Bye!" Fiona collapsed onto her bed. If only there was something she could do to take her mind off things. It had been a month since she was laid off from the plastic moulding factory. It wasn't glamorous work but it paid the bills and it certainly stopped her from thinking about her then useless boyfriend. She closed down Facebook and did her weekly online job search. Accountants needed. Secretaries wanted. There never any level entry jobs for unskilled workers. Years ago, people were crying out for them. Not these days. Fiona eventually applied for a cleaning job at a nursing home, along with a leaflet distributor. Both claimed to exceed the national minimum wage and there wasn't any harm with sending out her CV. Shortly afterwards, the phone rang. "Me again," said Sandra cheerily. "I was wondering whether I could bring a friend of mine over this evening." "If it's Dave, forget it. I don't want to see you two humping all night." "Oh you'd love it really," Sandra said cheekily. "Oh really?" Fiona sighed, wondering if Sandra ever stopped being a floozy. "No, it's not Dave," Sandra said. "One of the girls at work invited me out for a meal and I said I was meeting up with you tonight. If you want, we can all hook up and get a Chinese between us." "Yeah, that sounds cool." "Okay then. See you later." "Later." That afternoon, Fiona spent the day looking through her old photo albums. She saw a picture of her and Sandra at Alton Towers from five years ago. They were both in their early twenties then. She looked so attractive; Fiona sometimes wished she had Sandra's looks. Sandra probably felt the same way, she thought. What was it men liked about them? Fiona stood up to look in the mirror. Her chest wasn't anywhere near as curvy as Sandra's but her bum was something every man seemed to desire -- she was always getting bum compliments. Fiona's legs were more slender than Sandra's but then, Sandra had sexier eyes and the sort of lips men would kill for. Who was she kidding? They were both attractive and capable of getting anything they wanted. So why did they always end up with ass holes for boyfriends? Fiona sighed and collapsed into bed with her photo album. Another photo of her with Sandra, this time on her 18st birthday. That was a great night out. She flicked the page and laughed at Sandra licking champagne off some hunky stripper's chest. He looked so handsome and was far more fun to talk to than Clive ever was. She longed to be with someone like that. Not because he was a stripper but because he wasn't afraid of himself the way Clive was. She ran her finger over the photo, imagining her tongue exploring his body, the taste of warm champagne in her mouth. Her thoughts wandered to the large bulge in his thong. Fiona parted her legs, running her hand between her soft thighs, gently brushing her clitoris. Moaning softly, she continued to pleasure herself over photos of this stripper. She made circles with her fingers and as she did, her mind slowly wandered to her group sex fantasy. Three, four, maybe five men? She wasn't concerned about how many there were, just that they were surrounding her, taking it in turns to pin her down and savage her with their hardened members. She thought of being controlled on her hands and knees, filled with cock after cock after cock, whether she liked it or not. Fiona moaned loudly, sliding her fingers inside her wet pussy as she further visualised her sordid dream. She imagined all of them encircling her naked body, clutching her breasts, shoving their rock hard pricks in her face. Her heart beat faster as she imagined kneeling down, pumping the massive shafts between her fists, sucking and licking every single one until they erupted all over her face. Fiona screamed out with pleasure, her body shaking intensely from what she considered to be the best orgasm in weeks. Maybe the best orgasm she had ever experienced. Flustered and trembling, she hurried downstairs to cool off in the shower. Later that evening, Sandra turned up with her guest. "Hey Fiona -- this is Lucy," said Sandra, holding a bottle of booze. "Hi Fiona," said Lucy, who looked slightly younger than Sandra. "Hi Lucy," Fiona smiled, inviting the two girls in. All three of them headed to the bedroom. "You'll have to excuse the mess Lucy -- it's been a terrible week for me." "Don't worry about it. It happens to all of us, sadly." "Men, huh?" said Sandra, opening a bottle of wine. She noticed the old photo album lying on the floor. "Been looking at the good old days?" "It was only a few years ago San," laughed Fiona. "Yeah but it feels like ages sometimes. Which is part of the reason I wanted to invite Lucy over. She's getting married next week." "Poor girl," laughed Fiona. "I mean, congratulations Lucy", she added, smiling. Fiona's Revenge "Thank you Fiona," said Lucy. "And," Sandra added, "We're trying to organise her hen night. It would be great if you could come out with us all. I know you won't know many people -- it's mostly the girls from work - but you're not going to get over Clive when you're stuck in a rut like this." "Thanks Sandra," replied Fiona who looked nervous. "Something bothering you?" said Sandra. "About last night. I really didn't mean to..." Sandra interrupted. "She was having a fiddle in her sleep and woke me up." Lucy burst into laughter. "Oh no, you never!" "It's not that I want to talk about!" snapped Fiona, before calming herself down. "I was thinking about what you said last night San. After speaking to Clive earlier and after seeing his Facebook and all the floozies he's chasing around, I want to do something to get back at him. I just don't know what to do." There was a brief moment of silence which was interrupted by Lucy. "What did he do Fiona?" Lucy asked politely. "Oh," said Fiona. "He only cheated on me, treated me like shit and made me feel useless." Sandra and Lucy both sighed, hugging Fiona to cheer her up. Then Lucy spoke up. "You know, Sandra's right. You should hook up with one of his friends. You don't even have to have sex or anything. Just make sure he knows that you're going out on a date. Once he knows you're not going to get back with him, seeing you with someone else will really make him jealous." "Thanks but I want to do more than that Lucy," said Fiona. "Like what?" asked Sandra. Fiona sighed and poured herself a glass of wine. "Promise you won't laugh." Fiona said. "Okay," said Lucy, with Sandra nodding afterwards. "I mean it! Promise me, properly." Fiona started to get anxious at what the two girls would think. "We both mean it, don't we Sandra?" said Lucy? "Fi, we've been friends for years, haven't we? I'm not going to laugh. Well, not unless it's funny." Sandra smiled, much to Fiona's relief. "Well," said Fiona nervously. "I want to have sex. But with a group of men. I've always had this fantasy although the way Clive approached me about it made me feel like I was nothing but a piece of meat. But that's exactly what I want right now and I want to show him what he's missing out on." "Show him?" said Lucy, wondering what she meant. "I don't know," said Fiona, struggling for answers. "Maybe I could get his friends and bring them over here, get it filmed and put it on the internet. I don't know. Part of it turns me on because it's something I've always thought about but at the same time, I know that if I did something like this, it would really piss Clive off. It sounds weird, doesn't it?" "It does sound weird," said Sandra. "But to be honest, I've thought about stuff like this before as well. I don't think I'd actually do it though. What about you Lucy?" "I dunno," Lucy replied. "I've seen stuff like this with my fiancée but it's something we just enjoy watching. I wouldn't do that with him. But if you want to do it Fi, then you go for it." "And," Sandra added, "I'm telling you this as a friend and in confidence -- remember when we used to go out partying?" "Yes," replied Fiona. "Why do you say that?" "Well I've seen the way you danced with men, before you hooked up with Clive and if I'm being completely honest, it turned me on. You've got a beautiful body Fi and I could easily see it being in a porn video. I think you would look really fucking hot." Fiona blushed. "Oh Sandra, whatever would I do without you?" "Buy a dildo!" giggled Lucy. The three of them started giggling like lunatics as they continued to discuss Fiona's plans for revenge. "Well, I think we could go through with it. I think the first part is actually getting the boys together," said Fiona. "And that won't be easy as Clive is with them most of the time." "Simple," said Sandra. "When they turn up for the gang bang..." "Do you have to be so crude San?" Fiona interrupted harshly. "Ahem. When they turn up for the GANGBANG, if he is there, you turn him away." "That won't work. He'd spoil the moment by banging on my door." "Okay then how about this?" Sandra paused for a moment. "I'll organise it for you. I know for a fact that a few of his mates fancy me. It wouldn't be any trouble for me to get them around here for some fun." "What would Dave say?" Fiona giggled. "He wouldn't mind but I'm not the one who'll be shagging them!" laughed Sandra. "I'll just set everything up for you." "What will you do then?" "I'll film it, of course!" Sandra grinned. "That would be weird Sandra!" "Actually," Lucy interrupted. "I could do that. I've done film editing in college and I've already got a small amateur camera set it. This sort of thing would be easy for me. Sandra could just watch and make sure nothing weird happens." "As opposed to watching her best friend get fucked by her ex-boyfriend's mates?" There was a moment of uncomfortable silence. Fiona found it difficult to believe that this was actually being discussed out in the open. Yet Sandra and Lucy seemed to be taking it all with a pinch of salt. Fiona wanted this more than anything, to fulfil her fantasy and to get back at Clive. She didn't visualise her best friend being there as a part of her fantasy. "Sandra," said Fiona before trailing off into an awkward silence. "Fiona," said Sandra, adding to the silence. "I'm not sure if this is a good idea. I'm starting to have doubts." "So you don't want to do this?" "It's not that -- I've been wanting to do something like this for years. I've just never been able to go through with it because I felt nervous talking about it and didn't feel confident enough to do something so, well, kinky. But talking about it with you has really made me feel better about myself. I just hoped it wouldn't have to involve anyone I was friends with. What if something went wrong and I lost you as a friend? I wouldn't want that to happen." "Fiona, you're never going to lose me as a friend. I promise. How many arguments have we had over the years? At the end of the day, we both respect each other and we're always going to be there for each other. You know there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you." "I know. Thanks San." sighed Fiona confidently. "So you'll just get the guys here?" "Yes. That's all." "And how are you going to do that?" quizzed Fiona. "Easy -- I'll just say we're going to have some fun in the bedroom...." "Sandra!" "...and that we want some men to help us out." Fiona laughed. "You know, that could actually work." "I know," smiled Sandra. "I've used that line before." All three girls started laughing and giggling like lunatics. There was a huge weight off Fiona's shoulders and as they sat around, discussed how stupid men were, Fiona knew she could trust Sandra with anything. Although she didn't know Lucy, she needed as much help as she could to organise this whole thing. After the two girls said their goodbyes, Fiona went back to bed and thought of this plan being put in motion. Sandra the pimp and Lucy the camera crew. She giggled at the though of it all although she couldn't help thinking of Sandra's earlier compliments. Was she really attracted to her? Fiona knew there was a chemistry with Sandra but only as a friend. She never thought of being with her in that way. Fiona tried to scrub these thoughts from her mind but as she lay in bed, thinking the plan over, she thought of Sandra lying naked next to her. It was no secret that Clive fancied Sandra; she imagined how he would seethe with rage if he found a video of his ex-girlfriend being seduced by Sandra. And a room full of his best friends. Clive would rue the day he cheated on her, that's for sure. For the remainder of the night, Fiona lay in bed, wondering what tomorrow would bring. The following evening, Sandra and Lucy turned up with a bottle of wine. "You'll never guess what?" grinned Sandra. "What?" "We've spent the day talking to Tariq and he thinks we're going to have a threesome." "Oh, you never?" "Oh yes I did and guess what?" "What Sandra?" Fiona felt slightly excited but perturbed that she would arrange this without her input. "I told him we wanted more than that -- he's bringing his friends over in a few hours!" "What about Clive?" said Fiona. "That's the bad news. He doesn't know what we've got planned but he does know that I'm meeting a bunch of his mates here. Knowing him, he'll probably try and gatecrash. So I'm bringing one of the lads over from work. His name's Gareth. He's built like a brick shit house and Clive won't stand a chance against him. So it's just going to be you, me and a group of men." "I thought it was just me with a group of men." Fiona scowled. "Oh, come on Fi," giggled Sandra. "We're not really going to do anything. We'll just try and get them in the mood." "I don't know Sandra. I wish you could've told me about this earlier." Lucy interrupted the two girls. "Sorry to break up the domestics but I really need to get my camera set up." Fiona sighed and turned to Sandra, smiling. "You really did all this for me?" "What are friends for Fi?" Sandra gave Fiona a huge hug before lying down on her bed. "Okay guys," said Lucy. "Let's try a few poses out before they get here. I need to make sure I have everything ready before the camera starts rolling." Sandra took the lead and took off her blouse, exposing her large chest. "Sandra..." Fiona sighed, wondering what the hell she was doing. "Don't worry Fi -- I'll make sure nothing happens to you." "Promise?" "Promise. Now shut up and get your kit off." Fiona laughed, taking off her sweat shirt. Both of them were partially naked from the waist up. They did some fake positions with each other, Sandra climbing into cowgirl with Fiona spanking her. Lucy spent a few minutes adjusting the lighting, changing Fiona's light bulbs around for ambience. Fiona was lost for words. All this trouble to cheer her up? It felt strange but she knew she could trust Sandra. Lucy asked them both to take their jeans off and pose around in their lingerie. It wasn't like Fiona hadn't done stuff like this with Sandra before -- they've had girlie nights in where they just lay around, laughing and pretending to make out. Except this time felt different and as Fiona's trembling hands ran down her best friend's thighs, she felt a quiver of excitement. The two girls were interrupted by a knock at the door. Gareth had arrived with Darren, Steve, Tariq and someone she didn't know. Clive wasn't with them, much to Fiona's relief. As the men entered Fiona's bedroom, she wondered whether all this was a good idea. Tariq was the first to speak out. "Alright ladies? Alright San? Looking good. Yeah, you know you both want this." Tariq shook his pelvis about. Fiona thought he was an idiot. But she would finally get to see his supposedly huge dick and the thought of it alone began to turn her on. "Is this everyone?" said Gareth. "I think so," said Sandra. "Good. I'll wait outside then, in case you-know-who turns up." Gareth left the room and with Lucy all set up and ready, it was a just a case of starting the party. Fiona felt embarrassed, wondering what to do now. She had thought about being naked with a room full of men and she was amazed Sandra had done all this to help her get over Clive. She didn't know why she did it but she leaned in close to Sandra, softly kissing her lips. Sandra smiled, holding her tight as Fiona's tongue explored her mouth. Fiona's heart began to pound and as they embraced each other, she thought of how considerate Sandra had been to her. More than anything, she wanted to go down on her -- as friends, of course - to show her how much she appreciated what she had done. Except Sandra had other ideas, getting up to leave the room. "What are you doing?" asked Fiona. "Well that was fun," said Sandra. "But that's as far as it goes for me." Fiona sighed. "You're leaving?" "No, I'm just going down to the kitchen. I want you to enjoy yourself but watching you get fucked by these idiots is not my idea of entertainment. But if there's any trouble -- and I mean that -- I want you to call me right away. Promise?" Fiona looked nervously at Sandra, smiling. "I promise San. Thank you." Sandra turned around to the group of men at the foot of Fiona's bed and glared angrily. "And if any of you so much as hurt her..." Sandra paused, clenching her fist to illustrate a pair of testicles being crushed. Tariq gulped and tugged at the collar of his shirt. After Sandra left the room, Lucy waved to indicate that the camera was ready. Tariq was first to climb into bed. When he approached her, Fiona saw the large bulge stirring about in his jeans. She felt nervous but after he began stroking her pants, she started to relax. This is really happening, she thought, her hands pulling down Tariq's jeans. Sandra was right -- he was fucking huge and she actually worried about whether it would fit inside her. Tariq moved closer to her, rubbing his cock against her face. Although she hesitated at first, Fiona soon took Tariq's large shaft in her hands, easing it slowly into her mouth. Waves of excitement crept all over her; the thought of all these men dominating her in front of a camera thrilled her and shivers ran up and down her spine. Tariq waved to Darren who was playing with himself. "Hey mate," Tariq said. "Come and get some of this mate!" Darren grinned, climbing onto the bed. As Fiona lay down, pleasuring Tariq with her tongue, Darren slowly started rubbing the outside of her pants. He was far more dominant than Tariq, ripping her pants off and bending her over forcefully. He spanked her -- hard and severely -- which turned Fiona on. With Clive, the sex was great but it was always the missionary position. It was good and he had the stamina to go for hours but it was never different and barely exciting at the best of times. In contrast, this was a harem of desire and lust and as Fiona moaned with excitement, Darren spread her legs apart, burying his hard prick deep inside her soaking hole. "Dirty fucking bitch, isn't she?" said Tariq, laughing as Fiona continued to fellate him. "You're telling me mate. Eddie - come and have a go, you wanker." Fiona didn't know who Eddie was but it wasn't like it really mattered. They were all men, men who wanted to fuck her in each and every way imaginable. After a few minutes, Fiona found out why Tariq was such a disappointment -- he prematurely came in seconds. Not that it mattered. There were plenty of reserves and swallowing his thick come, she saw Steve standing around doing nothing. When she winked at him, Steve walked over, unzipping his hard cock. His wasn't as big as Tariq's but it did feel more comfortable in her mouth. Eddie struggled to find a place to go; Fiona responded to this by having Eddie lie down on his back. Once she was straddling him, she arched her back over, raising her ass in the air over to accommodate Darren and Eddie. What happened next excited Fiona as Darren squeezed his hard cock deep inside her. Now she had two men inside her warm pussy and it wasn't long before she screamed out, clutching her breasts as they brought her straight to orgasm. "Oh my fucking god! Oh my fucking god!" Fiona screamed, wave after wave of orgasm drenching both men . Tariq came back and placed his flaccid dick in Fiona's hands. Smiling at the camera, she took it in turns to pleasure Steve and Tariq who was soon finding himself ready again. On Fiona's command, Darren pulled out of her and she immediately climbed off of Eddie, positioning herself on all fours. It was no question who had the biggest dick and she needed to know how something that big would feel inside her. Tariq climbed behind her, his large hands clutching her hips as he drove his huge throbbing prick inside her. It hurt, as she imagined it would but it felt so good and as she bit her lower lip, she moaned out in pleasure. Standing in front of her were Eddie, Steve and Darren, all rubbing their hardened cocks. She took it in turns to give the nastiest, sloppiest and dirtiest blow jobs imaginable, all the time being fucked hard by Tariq's massive cock. Clive wouldn't know what had hit him, she thought. As she took it in turns to lick the throbbing pricks in front of her, she had difficulty staying in control and as she rocked about against the weight of Tariq's manhood, she squealed with delight. "Fuck me harder, you fucking cunt!" Fiona yelled out. She couldn't believe she had said it but she was so turned on that it just came out. Tariq pushed it up a notch, driving his thick black cock harder inside her. It wasn't long before Fiona was starting to feel worn out from all the attention. She climbed off of Tariq and got down on her knees, taking it in turns to bring them all to orgasm. Steve was first; he gasped with pleasure as Fiona worked his prick with her hands and her tongue. She took the full length in her mouth, sucking harder and harder until her mouth was filled with his thick, warm spunk. Steve moved aside for Eddie and Darren who stood in front of Fiona, pleasuring themselves until they exploded over her face. Some of it went in her eye, which hurt her but right now, she could honestly care less. The sensation of it hitting her face excited her and she knew if Clive saw it, it would drive him crazy. Smiling at the camera, Fiona took Tariq's dick between her hands, slowly guiding it down her throat. It was uncomfortable but she sucked as hard as she could, running her tongue up and down his glistening shaft whenever she came up for air. She looked into Tariq's eyes, swirling her tongue around his manhood, making him moan in delight. It wasn't long before Tariq was ready to come and as he moaned out deeper, she rubbed his prick into her breasts, licking the tip until he erupted all over her. The lads laughed about how much of a slut Fiona had been but she knew the last laugh would be on Clive. She thanked them all for coming over and had Lucy show them the way out. Gareth left along with Lucy, escorting her to her car whilst the exhausted men went their separate ways. "Are you alright down there San?" Fiona remembered Sandra was downstairs on here own. "Yeah, I'm fine babe. All sorted? "Yeah, thank you San." Sandra came upstairs to check Fiona. Fiona hesitated but Sandra pushed past the bedroom door anyway. She couldn't believe how much the lads had plastered her with their mess. "Oh my god. You look a right state," laughed Sandra. "I think I need a shower," chuckled Fiona, pausing to reflect about the evening. "This has been a really weird night for all of us but I had so much fun Sandra and I can't believe you went to all that trouble, just for me. If there's anything I can do for you, just let me know." "Well," said Sandra cheekily, untying Fiona's dressing gown that was wrapped around her. "Well what?" said Fiona, smiling as she climbed into the shower." Fiona flicked on the shower, struggling to get the mess out of her hair. "Well..." said Sandra. "Yes?" said Fiona. "Well...well let me help you for a minute. Looks like you're having a bit of trouble." Sandra loosened the dressing gown, stepping into the shower with Fiona. Fiona turned around, letting Sandra get the muck out of her hair. "You know San," sighed Fiona. "I can do that myself." "I know," smiled Sandra. "But those idiots don't know how to take care of a lady." Fiona laughed. "After tonight San, I don't think I'm anywhere close to being a lady." "No," Sandra agreed. "But you are close to being with a lady." "Sandra..." Fiona moaned, as Sandra's fingers ran through her hair. Then she turned around, abruptly. Fiona's Revenge "Sandra! What would Dave say?" Sandra laughed. "I'm not really with Dave. We're more like, 'friends with benefits'." "Oh? The way you put it, it seemed like more than that," said Fiona. "Well I do like him," said Sandra. "He is pretty funny. But I'm not ready for that kind of commitment and we're both happy seeing each other. As long as it's just for sex." "I guess if I was you right now, I'd feel the same way," said Fiona. "Tonight was fun but that's all there was to it." "I'm going to dry myself off Fi. Is it fine if I stay over again tonight?" "Sure." Fiona smiled to herself. Fiona continued to wash her self down, thinking of the mind blowing sex she had just recently experienced. What turned her on even more was that it would soon be uploaded to the internet and forwarded onto Clive. She thought it might turn him on, but it would also make him realise how much she used to love him and what he threw away by sleeping with that slut. Feeling confident with herself, Fiona stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself up in a thick warm towel before going back to bed. Sandra was lying down, looking through Fiona's photo album. "I can't believe you have all these old photos Fi," said Sandra. "Sometimes, all I've got to rely on are these memories," sighed Fiona. "Oh rubbish. You've got me. What more do you want?" Fiona smiled and climbed into bed next to Sandra. "I want to thank you for earlier. You didn't have to do all that for me." "Oh, it was nothing," replied Sandra, curling her arm around Fiona. Fiona let out a sigh of relief. They both lay in bed that night, cuddling and discussing how pathetic men were. Fiona couldn't believe she had just been in bed with four men. Sandra pointed out that Fiona had been dirtier than she had ever been and that alone, turned Fiona on. After a few hours of wine and chatter, Sandra's phone beeped with a message from Lucy. "She said she's just uploaded the video," said Sandra. "That was quick," Fiona replied. "I want to see it," Sandra squealed cheekily. The two girls argued over the laptop although Sandra ended up getting her way. After confiscating the laptop from Fiona, Sandra loaded up the website and managed to find Fiona's video. The first part showed the muscular Tariq pressing his hard cock against Finoa's face. As Fiona watched the film she had made only hours ago, she began to feel aroused. Sandra noticed the smile on her face and leaned in closer towards her. "You look really good on camera Fi," Sandra said with a wink. "Do you really think so San?" said Fiona, blushing ever so slightly. "Yes." Fiona didn't know why she did it but she moved in closer towards Sandra, kissing her gently on her soft lips. Sandra reciprocated, sliding her arms around Fiona's neck, stroking her hair. The two embraced with their tongues, huddled beneath the warm blankets and as Sandra pulled Fiona's body close to her own, Fiona shuddered with excitement. Fiona looked up to Sandra, staring deep into her eyes. "What are we doing San?" said Fiona nervously. "I don't know Fi," said Sandra, who seemed just as nervous as Fiona. "I don't think we should be doing this." Fiona smiled anxiously and kissed Sandra again, this time on the back of her neck. Sandra moaned out softly with delight. "Sandra," Fiona whispered. "I want to show you how much you mean to me." Fiona paused to collect her thoughts. "But just as friends, okay?" Sandra smiled back at her, wondering what Fiona had in mind although when Fiona crawled under the blankets, Sandra's heart started to beat faster and she moaned out with pleasure." "Fi," Sandra sighed, closing her eyes as she moaned softly. She felt Fiona's lips against her thighs, soft kisses trailing up towards her pants. Fiona had never explored a woman like this, nor did she think she ever would. But she couldn't deny the chemistry between them and as Fiona's tongue ran across Sandra's warm pussy, the two girls shook nervously with desire. "Oh Fi," Sandra moaned, biting her lips with pleasure. "This is so nice." "Does it feel good," smiled Fiona from beneath the covers. "Mmm...it feels really, really good." Sandra stroked Fiona's hair as she continued to service her with her tongue. Every moment where Fiona's tongue flicked over her clitoris made Sandra shake with delight. Fiona couldn't believe that her wild, slutty friend could be so sensitive and as she continued to tender to her desires, she felt a kind of excitement well up inside her, something that no man could provide. As they continued to huddle together beneath the covers, they soon found themselves sleepy, Fiona especially so who was worn out from her earlier exploits. That night, Fiona looked into Sandra's tired eyes, wondering whether she wanted to be with her. She was unsure, nervous and restless that night but as Sandra held her close, kissing her softly, Fiona knew that she had someone who she could rely on. For anything and everything. Fiona sighed to herself, closing her eyes and smiling before drifting off to sleep.