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Revenge is Sweet

By: BrettJ



As her new Astin-Martin roared up the Ross' driveway, Michelle Bauer thought of what she was going to say to Shana Ross. How she was going to confront her? Was she going to deck the bitch? Or was she going to yell and scream? Or was she going to calmly tell Mrs. Ross that she knew full well about her affair with Michelle's husband, Craig?

Michelle and Craig had been married for ten years now, the last few of which had been horrible. Lousy. Their sex – which had drifted to once or twice a month, if at all – was perfunctory and dull. Once, he hadn't been able to keep his hands off her seductive body, nowadays, he didn't seem to care at all.

Michelle had taken great pains to keep herself in shape. Her brown hair was still long and thick, her eyes still sparkled. Her face belied her 30 years, her breasts were still round and firm. Biking, walking and running had kept her legs toned and sleek and she still had the coppery skin-tone Craig had fallen in love with.

She was still a sexual animal, still horny and needing, wanting, to be fucked. And fucked well, not just the "let's get it over with" sex Craig had been dishing out over the last few years.

She'd tried a lot of things. Talking dirty, wearing short skirts and thongs – which she'd come to like and was wearing to this day – lingerie, calling him at work – but none of it seemed to have any effect. Her friends sensed her unhappiness, her friend Susan had told her she wouldn't be surprised to find out Craig was having an affair.

Michelle's face went pale at that suggestion, she could feel the blood draining from her face. She never thought Craig was the type to cheat, never even suspected it. Now it was all she could think of.

She began looking at him more intently, she scrutinized his every move. He went on a lot of business trips, which didn't seem to make sense, as he wasn't really in the Sales Department of the computer firm he worked for. But a few weeks later, Michelle found the clincher.

The bills came in and as Craig wasn't home, she decided to open them and get them paid. When she opened the telephone bill and looked it over carefully, she noticed a number she didn't recognize immediately.

A LOT of calls had been made to that number, they seemed to occur shortly before each of his "business trips". Fuming, Michelle knew what she had to do. She dialed the number.

A female voice came over the receiver. "Ross residence." Michelle hung up the phone, swiftly.

Shana Ross. The attractive blonde wife of Craig's boss. Now that she had more information, some of the pieces seemed to come together.

Two years earlier, at the company Christmas party, Shana had spent a lot of time with them, being overly friendly. Now Michelle knew why. She and Craig were having an affair.

Still fuming, Michelle screeched the car to a halt in front of the Ross' beautiful home. Had Craig been visiting here? Had he fucked Shana Ross in her home or were they trysting somewhere else? She had to know, then she was going to let Craig know his little secret was out of the closet.

She rang the bell and stood there, tapping her foot, her expensive shoes gleaming in the sunlight. Shana Ross could have Craig, Michelle's body was sexy enough to attract any admirer she might chose. Who knows, she thought, after I have my talk with her, I might go out and pick up some hot stud!

She was certainly dressed for that, Michelle knew. She was wearing a short, black lycra mini, a lacy black spiderweb top, her favorite silk stockings and her newest Louis Vutton pumps. She radiated class mixed with raw sensuality.

The door opened and Shana Ross stood in the doorway, looking beautiful and elegant, icy cool, as she always did. She was dressed in a simple white sheath, her blonde hair hung loose and she was wearing simple diamond teardrop earrings. Shana Ross had beautiful high cheekbones. The word Michelle would have used to describe her was "quietly elegant." She supposed that was the appeal to her husband, rather than Michelle's own earthy sensuality. Shana looked down at Michelle and said "Yes? May I help you?"

Michelle steeled herself and said "Mrs. Ross, I don't know if you remember me. I'm Michelle Bauer, my husband works for your husband. We met at the Christmas party a few years ago."

Shana smiled at her, showing a row of dazzling white teeth. "Of course I remember you, who could forget someone so lovely? Please, come in."

Michelle allowed herself to be led into the lovely home and accepted Shana's offer of a drink. She'd need a little alcohol to steel herself for what she had to do.

Shana handed Michelle her drink and sat on the leather couch across from her, the sheath parted, revealing an expanse of lovely, sleek leg. Michelle could certainly understand her husband's attraction to Shana, she was lovely, almost regal-looking in her demeanor.

"Not that it isn't nice to see you again Michelle, but what is the purpose of your visit?" Shana asked her.

"You're having an affair with my husband." Michelle hadn't intended to be so matter-of-fact, but it was out and inwardly, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"I beg your pardon?"

Michelle certainly could admire Shana's coolness under pressure, but she had to get this over with. "I know my husband isn't going away on ... `business' trips all the time. Our sex life is horrible. I checked our phone records and there are several calls to your home that fall close to his trips. You and my husband are having an affair."

Shana smiled and put down her drink. "Well. I can certainly admire your courage at confronting the `other woman', my dear, but it isn't me. I am not having an affair with your husband."

Michelle started to speak, but Shana put up her hand to stop her. "I'm sorry about your love life, I don't know about the trips, and the calls – well, they could be to my husband. But I am not interested in your husband, Craig and I aren't having an affair."

"He's having an affair with someone!" Michelle said, bitterly.

"Well, it isn't me, Michelle. Craig isn't my type."

"Oh, come on. At the Christmas party, you spent all of your time with us, you were lively and friendly, very flirty. You mean to tell me you weren't flirting with Craig and trying to get his attention?"

Shana smiled at Michelle again. "I was being lively and flirty, yes. But it isn't Craig's attention I was trying to get."

Michelle's face twisted in confusion. "Oh? Oh!!"

Shana began talking as comprehension came over Michelle. "I'm not into men, Michelle darling. I thought you were the prettiest thing I'd seen in years and was trying to get your attention."

"But you're married."

"Yes Michelle, and I love my husband. I even have sex with him once in a while. But our marriage is more one of convenience. He wanted someone young and stunning on his arm, and I gave that to him – for certain considerations."

"I don't get it."

Shana went on. "My husband is a nice man Michelle, but not exactly a movie star. He had money, he wanted a good-looking wife. Do you know what I was doing when Paul met me?"

Michelle shook her head. "I was dancing in a Strip Club. Paul was one of my best customers. After a few weeks, he asked me to marry him. I agreed. We're happy, in our way. Once in a while, I have to fuck him. His sex drive is only so-so, I have lots of time to live my own life."

Michelle was agog at all this news. "But you're so intelligent, so classy."

Shana giggled at her. "All of that can be learned – or bought – Michelle, dear!"

Michelle was finding it hard to wrap her head around all these new concepts. "So, all that flirting, all those jokes, all that time – was for my benefit?" Shana nodded at her.

"I suppose I should be very flattered Shana, but I don't swing that way."

"Are you sure?"

"What do you mean?"

Shana kept smiling, the warmth of it made Michelle a little more comfortable. "You were very chatty and friendly to me that night, as I recall. And I noticed you checking out my legs when I sat down."

Michelle took another drink of her Gin and Tonic and let Shana continue speaking.

"Darling Michelle, I'm not going to attack you. I just think you're very lovely and the two of us could have a lot of fun together. Your husband is cheating on you and ..."

Michelle said "Two wrongs don't make a right, Shana."

Shana smiled and continued on. "No, but you've been unhappy for a while, haven't you? Unfulfilled?" Michelle nodded. 

"Then why not enjoy life – with me? Give it a try, pretty girl, you just might enjoy yourself. And, it's not as if I can make you pregnant."

Michelle sat there, taking it all in. A lot of what the stunning blonde had said made a lot of sense. She was unhappy, sexually unfulfilled. She was looking for passion, but warmth and comfort. There was an undeniable attraction to Shana as well, no matter how much she tried to suppress it.

"What do I do?"

Shana smiled at Michelle and stood up, taking her hand. "You've already done it, darling. Come with me."

Michelle allowed herself to be led downstairs to the basement. In the Rec Room, she saw that it was devoted to hedonistic pleasures. The room was mirrored, a large and comfortable-looking bed lay in the center of the room. On it were satin sheets. She saw a large cedar chest that was filled with all sorts of sexy gadgets, vibrators, dildos, even handcuffs and silk restraints. She felt Shana's soft hands on her shoulders and her heated breath on her neck.

"Mmm, you're so tense, darling." Shana said, purring in Michelle's ear. "Let me see what I can do about that. Strip for me."

Michelle hesitated for a moment, but only a moment. She slowly undressed, feeling Shana's eyes on her body, taking in all her luscious curves. She slipped off the pumps, skirt, top and last, her stockings. She turned and stood proudly naked in front of her lover-to-be.

"Migod, you're magnificent" Shana said, leaning in to give Michelle a soft peck on the lips. "I'll be right back, lay face down on the bed."

Michelle did as she was told, slightly afraid of this new experience, but she found an excitement in her fear, a thrill of trying something new, something unknown. Shana returned a few minutes later, now dressed in a slinky black negligee and fuzzy black bedroom slippers. Michelle found her pulse racing at the sight of the stunning blonde.

Shana placed herself beside Michelle and began rubbing her back with some kind of oil, it smelled wonderful. "What is that Shana, it smells heavenly!" Michelle exclaimed.

"Eucalyptus" Shana answered her, beginning to rub Michelle's back in slow circles, firmly kneading the taut flesh beneath her hands. Michelle had never felt anything so wonderful, it was as if Shana was rubbing all her cares away with slow, deliberate strokes. 

"Like it, darling?" Shana asked.

"Mmm-hmm" Michelle answered, almost feeling as if she could cum now. She hadn't felt this good in years, as Shana's knowing hands moved all over her back, rubbing the knot out of her neck, shoulders and caressing up and down her thighs. Despite her initial apprehensions, Michelle knew she was getting turned on and her pussy was getting wet.

Shana herself was overjoyed that Michelle had succumbed to her charms. She felt sorry for the young woman that her husband was a cheating creep, but she also gave silent thanks that his cheating had led Michelle to her door. Shana vowed to make the best of this opportunity.

She moved her hands slowly, skillfully, over Michelle's responsive form, taking her time, not rushing. She wanted to make her first time special, so the lovely brunette would continue coming back. Michelle was far too beautiful for this to be a one-time thing for them.

Shana trailed her fingernails down Michelle's backside, she saw little goosebumps rise on the woman's flesh. It was something Shana liked having done to her, so she was fairly certain Michelle would like it. She was correct, Michelle's pleasure was undeniable.

Shana began moving in for the kill. The lingerie-clad blonde began kissing, ever-so-gently, Michelle's butterscotch skin, she heard the barest of sighs escape from Michelle's lips. Shana kissed across Michelle's shoulders, downwards, leaving a little trail as she began a slow seduction of this sexy, desirable creature.

"That feels good, so good Shana, more, please more!" Michelle begged.

Michelle's pleas were music to Shana's ears. She replaced her lips with her tongue and began licking now, more fervent in her needs, she focused all her attention on Michelle, still rubbing, licking and seeing Michelle move against the bed in passionate response.

"Turn over baby, let's take this up a notch!" Shana said gleefully, moving off of the bed for a moment and peeling off her negligee. Aside from her slippers, she was now as naked as Michelle.

Shana climbed onto the bed and pressed her body to Michelle's, their breasts squashed together, nipple to nipple. Shana squirmed against the copper-skinned beauty, feeling her own arousal grow. She began moving down her new lover's body, loving the satiny skin under her fingers and tongue. She licked and kissed around Michelle's pierced navel, hearing a light giggle from the girl as she did so. Her tongue slithered downward, toward the prize she craved.

Seeing Shana's blonde head between her thighs sent a new kind of rush throughout Michelle. She had never expected to be this heated, this excited over the pleasures of another woman, not one she had despised a mere hour ago.

Shana's tongue dipped and snaked deeply into Michelle's cunt, bringing the clit into a hard little nubbin, which she suckled and pulled. "Oh God, FUCK, YES!" Michelle screamed out in pleasure as her first lesbian thrill overwhelmed her senses. She was a ball of squirming, aroused flesh as she hunched her pussy up at Shana's licking tongue and probing fingers. 

"I take it you like this, Michelle lover?" Shana said teasingly, stroking Michelle's soft mound gently. 

"Yes, oh fuck, yesss!" Michelle responded in elation. "I've never felt this good, not with my husband, not with anyone!"

"Well, we have lots of time darling!" Shana replied, returning to her cuntlapping. She attacked the sweet pussy ferociously now, burying her face deep in the folds of the brunette's dripping quim. Her face moved from side to side, up and down, encouraged by Michelle's screams of joy.

"Oh fucking God, oh-my-fucking-GOD!!" Michelle screamed at the new feelings ripping throughout her body. It was like every nerve ending on her entire body was alive and charged with energy as beautiful Shana continued to pleasure her. She kissed Michelle's soft thighs and began moving up, sucking one brown nipple, then the other, squeezing Michelle's tits together and licking them with her tongue. She moved close to Michelle's face and their lips and tongues met in the softest of kisses.

"Better than you expected?" Shana teased and Michelle nodded happily. "I want to do you Shana! I want to try you and bring you pleasure, is that okay?"

"VERY okay" Shana said with a satisfied smile. "Let me move up on the bed, dearest, and you do whatever you like to my hot body!"

"Hot body is right!" Michelle smiled. "You're so blonde, so spectacular, I love looking at you!"

"Thank you baby, but you can do more than look!" the cool-looking blonde smiled, her emerald eyes sparkling as Michelle trailed a fingernail across her nipples. She reclined on the bed and Michelle's eyes looked her over, enjoying the sight of her new lover, still incredulous that she'd found such joy in the arms of another woman.

The blonde smiled as Michelle nervously kissed down her body. She exaggerated her moans slightly, to encourage the pretty brunette, and it seemed to be working. With each lick of her tongue, Michelle's nervousness seemed to disappear. She licked all around Shana's navel, loving the flat smoothness of the woman's belly, her hands traveled back up Shana's body and caressed her tiny, delicate, exquisite breasts. She loved manipulating them in her hands, hearing Shana's little yelps of pleasure, and she moved back down again.

Now between Shana's thighs, she looked lovingly at the delicate tendrils of blonde hair that covered the pretty, pink pussy. Michelle steeled herself, then moved in and begin licking, tentatively at first. At the first few tastes of the sweet morsel, her hesitation vanished. Shana tasted sweet, her juices better than any cum she'd ever tasted. She licked ardently now, practically inhaling Shana's cunt as she ate her out. Shana's body arced upwards as Michelle gripped her ass and held on for dear life, her tongue delving deeply into the pink cunt, eating and devouring her lover. 

"Shit, oh Christ, baby, that's so good, so goddamned good, fuck, you're a natural, keep it up, oh, you sweet little bitch, EAT ME!" Shana yelled. Michelle's skill and enthusiasm for play exceeded any fantasy Shana had harbored about the girl, she was a wonderful playmate!

Michelle's inexperience was made up for by her sheer joy at pleasuring Shana. Knowing she was able to wring such passion out of this incredible woman was a tremendous ego-boost to her, having been so dead with Craig over the last few years. Michelle had come to the realization that Craig was the loser here, there was certainly no end to her passion.

The taste of sweet pussy was fresh on her tongue as she moved away from Shana's cunt. She kissed the blonde passionately, letting Shana taste her own juices. "This has been so wonderful baby!" she smiled at Shana.

"Oh darling, this is far from over!" Shana said softly as they kissed. "This is only the beginning lover, believe me! Come on!"

Shana led Michelle to a room that adjoined the Rec Room. She looked around and saw it was full of clothes, shoes, all sorts of erotic costuming and paraphenelia. Shana dressed Michelle in a black bustier that left her breasts bare, she gave her a pair of black PVC boots with stiletto heels. Shana opted for a burgundy bra and panty set, sexy over her tanned, slender body. She put on black spiky heels and the women went back into the other room and lay back on the bed.

This time, it was unhurried, no rushing. Shana moved alongside Michelle and pampered the brunette's lovely body with sweet, soft kisses that sent tingles all throughout her body. Her nipples stiffened into hard little peaks as Shana's tongue laved them and licked all over her breasts, her slender fingers pulling and tugging on them gently. Michelle's soft sighs and whimpers of pleasure let Shana know she was on the right track to pleasing her newest lover.

Every time Shana moved close to her mouth, Michelle kissed her, as if she would vanish if she didn't. She didn't want this experience to end, every second of the lesbian lovefest was bringing her to newer heights of pleasure. Shana's lips were so soft against her own, fuller lips and the gleam she saw in Shana's eyes let Michelle know she was equally aroused.

Michelle's hands roamed all over the blonde's spectacular body, noting how firm the slender woman was. There was no fat, not an ounce of loose flesh on the blonde woman's body. Her thighs were sleek and her legs long, she was the sexiest, most provocatively sexy thing Michelle had ever seen.

"You are beautiful, so absolutely beautiful!" Michelle sighed as Shana leaned in for another loving kiss.

"Me? Darling baby, have you looked in the mirror lately? Turn your head and look at us in the mirror, you're stunning!"

Michelle heeded her lover's advice and looked over at the mirrored wall. She was almost taken aback at what she saw. The scene in the mirror was sensual, mesmerizing, erotic – and she was a part of it. She saw her body, wild and provocative, hair tousled, eyes blazing, underneath her blonde, regal-looking blonde lover. But there was indeed an undeniable sexuality to her own body she had never been aware of before.


Revenge is Sweet



Shana's manicured fingernail traced her cheek. "Do you see now darling, how beautiful you are?"

Michelle nodded, fully in tune with her own sensuality for the first time. It was Shana she had to thank for this revelation and she flipped the blonde over on her back and peppered her with butterfly kisses. Shana giggled and squirmed against her, but she was obviously enjoying Michelle's loving attentions.

There was kind of a perverse thrill Michelle was getting from breaking through Shana's cool veneer. She saw how hot the cool-looking blonde was getting, knowing she was getting that reaction added to the turn-on of their lovemaking. She stroked Shana's pussy through the silk panties she was wearing and was not surprised to find that the woman was soaking wet.

"I think I'm getting to you honey!" Michelle teased as she pressed her palm against Shana's panty-clad mound.

"Damned right you're getting to me, you hot bitch!" Shana practically snarled at her. "Baby, you're one of the hottest fucks I've ever known!" Shana let Michelle's hands move inside her panties and caress her cunt, feeling the fingers probe and rub against her clit. Underneath her silky bra, her nipples were rock-hard and aching for sucking.

Michelle didn't intend to disappoint the woman she'd come to adore in such a short time. Savagely, she ripped Shana's bra off her breasts and began licking and sucking the delicate, pink rosebuds of Shana's nipples, each squeal of pleasure that emanated from Shana's lips prodded her on. She knew now that she'd never be able to go back to the way she was, her sexuality had been re-awakened and it was all due to Shana, her darling Shana!

Michelle was not Shana's first lesbian lover, but she certainly was amongst the best the woman had ever known. Part of it was her eagerness, to be sure, but a goodly part of that was they seemed to be simpatico. Each of them seemed to sense what the other needed and wanted and as Michelle slid her tongue down once more, Shana knew she wouldn't even have to ask her to suck her cunt.

Shana was correct in that assessment. Michelle's tongue delved once more into the blonde's sweet pussy, sucking all she could and wishing there was more. She suckled the clit and Shana's screams filled the basement.

"Fuck yesss, ohhhh baby, suck me off, eat my pussy, keep it up Chelle, suck my cuntttttt!!!!!" Shana screamed. A wicked grin came over Michelle's face as she continued to eat pussy.

Within a few brief minutes, she had wrung another orgasm out of the sensual blonde, who arched her back and then lay back on the bed, panting heavily.

"Dear Lord, I think I've created a monster. Maybe I should call myself the Bride of Frankenstein?" Shana giggled.

Michelle kissed her again. "No way baby, you're too sexy. Although the way you suck, you could be a vampire!" she teased.

"Are you tired lover, or would you like to try something else?"

Michelle smiled at Shana. "I haven't had this much energy in years, darling. What did you have in mind?"

Shana padded over to the cedar chest and withdrew a large, flesh-colored dildo. She held it out to Michelle and asked "Have you ever used one of these before?"

Michelle shook her head. "Craig doesn't believe in sex toys."

Shana sighed. "Men and their fragile egos. Okay, I'll use it on you first." She attached it to her waist and returned to the bed with Michelle. "How do you want to be fucked, baby?"

Michelle grinned. "Hard, lover. Fuck me from behind. I love it that way. Make me your bitch Shana, fuck the hell out of me!"

Shana intended to do just that. She moved in behind the horny brunette and grabbed Michelle by the hips, holding her tight. The dildo slid into Michelle's waiting cunt and she moved back against it, as Shana moved her body back and forth, fucking her playmate hard with the fake cock.

It surged deep within Michelle, hitting the back of her pussy. She felt packed for the first time in years, she was loving every second of Shana's skillful fucking of her overheated pussy. The dildo moved in and out, gliding into her pussy, it felt better than any of the half-hearted fucking Craig had subjected her to over the past few years. Shana's silky hands were still gripping her hips as she fucked into Michelle with the toy, her hands were gently caressing Michelle's silky skin as she fucked her over and over again.

Waves of heated passion engulfed Michelle as she was subjected to Shana's lesbian loving. The emotions swept over her, tears were streaming from her eyes as she thought of how wonderful it all was, how Shana had re-opened her eyes to the erotic possibilities of life. The hard cock in her cunt, the gentle hands caressing her back and thighs and body, it was all overwhelming to her senses. She flooded the dildo with her juices, yelling out loudly as she came.

"I'M CUMMINNGGGG!!!! OH FUCKKK, SHANA, YESSSS, YOU BLONDE BITCH, I'M CUMMINNGGGG!!!" she screamed, loudly enough to reach the heavens.

She slumped forward on the bed and heard Shana say "Well Chelle, quiet you're not." She laughed a bit at this.

"Your turn, Shana?" Shana agreed enthusiastically. She helped Michelle attach the toy to her waist and she mounted the prone brunette. The toy slid easily into her sopping wet pussy and she began to heave and writhe against it, her pussy rubbing against Michelle's a bit as she did so. She felt Michelle's warm hands come up and caress her body, rubbing her tits as the dildo fucked deeply into her waiting cunt.

She was rolling and moving her body, taking in as much of the fake dick as her body could handle. The feelings were made all the more wonderful by the presence of the earthy brunette, she wanted as much of Michelle as she was allowed.

Her pussy tightened around the dildo, Michelle's hands were all over her, goosebumps were all over her slender frame as she rocked against the dildo. She slammed her body hard against the toy and Michelle contributed as much to the fucking as she was able. Michelle's dark eyes took in the sight of her lover riding her and it made her entire being ache with want.

Finally, Shana came in a thundering orgasm, letting her own juices flood onto the body of the younger woman beneath her. Shana helped Michelle take the dildo off and she cleaned Michelle, using her tongue to lap up all of her own juices. The kinkiness of Shana eating her own pussy cream excited Michelle to no end.

The girls played for hours, finally showering upstairs in Shana's large bathroom, playing again as they soaped and caressed each other under the hot water. Shana led Michelle to her large bed and they snuggled together, both girls wearing sexy teddies. Shana's was white and lacy, Michelle's was black and satin. 

"Do you have to go home?" Shana asked, as she kissed her lover's ears and neck. Michelle shook her head.

"No, Craig's away for the entire weekend."

"Hmm. Paul has a conference this weekend. Well, we will make a girl's weekend of it. Some wine, some pizza, a little chocolate and a lot of – this! Sound good?"

Michelle hugged Shana close. "Sounds wonderful. I want you to use that dildo and fuck me up the ass next, promise?"

Shana kissed her lover, and she kept her promise. The girls had a wonderful weekend, which turned into a wonderful week. Nor was it to be their last. Each time one of their husbands went away, the lovers spent special and precious moments together, knowing they had found true love and friendship.

As Craig's big cock slid into the cunt of his boss' 19-year old secretary, Patricia, he felt a pang of guilt for cheating on his adoring wife. Michelle was loving and sweet, this wasn't right, but he craved the excitement. Patricia was a hot little slut, up for anything. The tiny little redhead lived for sex, Paul told him that's why he hired her in the first place, she seemed to ooze it from every pore.

Paul's cock slid into Patty's tight ass as his employee fucked his secretary's tight pussy. "She's a good fuck, isn't she?" he said to Craig. "I wish Shana was as hot a fuck as little Patty here!" Patty groaned as Paul's cock pounded her deeply.

"Mine too, chief!" Craig responded. "I wish my wife was half as kinky as nasty little Patty!" Patty grinned as she was impaled by the two big dicks within her. She wondered if she should tell Paul about the not-too-subtle pass his wife – and Craig's – had made at her at the office "night out" last week. But that was her little secret.



Revenge Is Sweet



Prologue

He was ANGRY! No, ..... totally apoplectic! The skinny, sexless bitch that was his boss had gone way too far this time. He was going to have to do something, even if it was just to make him feel better about himself. The more he thought about what had happened, how embarrassed and useless she'd made him feel, the more he thought about revenge. Going home from work, he had a long shower in an effort to feel more relaxed then, sipping a beer in warm sunshine seeping through his window, his anger dissipated to a cold, raw hatred deep in his gut. It was then that he began to concoct the beginnings of his plan.....

He thought back to the events which had led him to this place. Tom White was 35 years old, the eldest in a family of 5 which comprised his four sisters and him, all born within seven years. His mother had brought them all up after Tom's dad had been killed at his job of railway engineer, his pension and the payout offered by the rail company helping to ease the burden of his loss. Despite this financial help, Tom had helped bring up his sisters so his mother wouldn't need to 'buy in' help, and he had learned all kinds of things as a result, some of which had been enhanced by a three-year hitch in the army. He had retrained after his discharge, and now enjoyed his work as a psychiatric nurse, moving to this island six months before in response to an advertisement for nurses trained in all aspects of psychotherapy.... or at least he had until this recent humiliation at the hands of his incompetent, but connected, boss. 

As he thought back to the events of the day, he had to determinedly push down the feelings of intense anger; a patient Tom had been working with for some time had committed suicide a week ago, much to his surprise. He had known the man was very depressed, but he felt they had begun to make some headway in dealing with the complex issues he faced and which contributed massively to his illness. As if that wasn't bad enough Tricia, his skinny, self-serving boss, had commented in front of everyone on shift how it must have been the poor quality of therapy from Tom that caused the man to take his own life; Tom had taken the bait swiftly, without thinking, and she had launched a scathing and withering attack on his professionalism and integrity. In his attempts to defend himself he had allowed his comments to become personal, and had ended up on a disciplinary charge - this had taken place that morning, and resulted in Tom receiving a final written warning about his future conduct! He was determined to extract some form of recompense, especially as he'd since found out that Tricia had been in charge the day his patient had killed himself, and it was her fault the man had had the opportunity to do what he did.

Tom was divorced, and since coming to the island had shared a house with a guy he had known from his service days who was now working in the I.T. Industry. He knew Steve well, and the two of them were like brothers in how they watched each others backs when they were out on the town, just as they had in the old days. Tom knew Steve would help him in his act of revenge, just as if he'd been the one who'd suffered himself. He also knew that Steve would probably enjoy it - there was a touch of the psychopath about Steve, which may come in quite useful in the days and weeks to come!

Tom took a 4-week leave of absence from work, and commenced his preparations. The house had a fully equipped garage attached to it, plus a spacious basement - an unusual addition on the island, which Steve had excavated for storing his computers in a cool environment. This basement would play a pivotal part of Tom's plan, and Steve was quite happy to move his computer equipment to another part of the house. Tom, with some help from Steve, spent most of the four weeks building and adapting the basement to suit their plan, acquiring some specialist items not commonly found on the island, until finally everything was in place. Tom then returned to work, feeling refreshed and content that the next phase of the plan could be put into action.

He was welcomed back by his colleagues, who had a great deal of respect for him and his expertise and had missed his calm influence on the patients. The only one not pleased to see him was Tricia, but he ignored her as best he could, biding his time until phase two could be implemented. This happened sooner than he had hoped; knowing she lived alone, Tom and Steve had kept her under a loose surveillance to find out what kind of routine she had. This had proved easy, thanks to the skills they had learned in the service, and they quickly determined the best place and time to put their plan into action. 

A plan comes together

Tricia's main passion, outside of picking on anyone and everyone at work, was horses. She was due a two-week holiday the next week, which Tom knew from past experience would be spent riding her horse most days, possibly with occasional nights out with her friends. Occasionally she had gone away for a week or so, at which times she would get one of her friends to look after her horse. He and Steve planned their move for the second day of her holiday, to give them enough time to carry out their plan before she was due back to work. They wrote a note to Tricia's friend, asking her to look after the horse for 10 days - this would be put through the woman's letterbox that day. They then took Tom's 4X4 and parked it out of sight, close to Tricia's stable yard.... then, they waited. Sure enough, Tricia arrived to see to the horse, Tom and Steve watched as she swiftly went about the daily routine. When she had finished, she walked past the end of the barn towards her car; unbeknownst to her though, Steve was poised at the edge of the building, and when she passed by he slipped silently behind her and, with a pad soaked in an anaesthetic liquid he had "acquired", covered Tricia's mouth and nose, holding the pad tightly until she fell limp in his arms. Quickly, the two men bundled her into the boot of her own car, Steve taking off in his 4X4 and Tom right behind him. When they reached the house, Steve had already put up the garage door, and Tom drove straight in without anyone seeing him. They had deliberately picked this time, as both the neighbours would be out that night to a golf function on the other side of the island. Steve then helped Tom lift Tricia out of the car, and together they carried her into the house and down the stairs into the prepared basement, placing her on the specially-built bench in the centre of the room. Quickly, they stripped the unconscious woman of all her clothes, securing her to the bench with the attached ropes, then stood back to examine their handiwork. Satisfied, they took a few minutes to contemplate their actions.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this mate?" Steve asked

"Of course" replied Tom, "don't you?"

"Hell yes! After all the things she's done, to you and the rest, she deserves anything that happens to her. You can include me well and truly IN!"

"Good on ya, mate.... I knew you wouldn't let me down!" Tom answered, a feeling of satisfaction welling up inside him.

Now the two men could relax for a minute or two, and they stood watching the naked woman now stretched out on the bench in front of them. She was attached by her wrists and ankles to the complicated sections of the bench, her small breasts flat against her ribcage and the small bush of gingerly pubic hair now springing out from her groin. 

"She looks almost anorexic to me" said Steve, "not much meat on her at all".

"Well, we don't have to find her attractive mate" Tom replied.

"True" Steve answered, "but look at how thin her legs are....how she manages to stay on that horse of hers is beyond me". 

Tricia was now showing signs of waking from her enforced sleep, and with a last check of her bonds, the two men left the room, turning off the spotlights in the ceiling so that the woman would wake in darkness, not having any idea of where she was or what was in store for her. These were just one of the many alterations the two men had made to the room over the past weeks, in addition to extra soundproofing, and they were confident that the woman would be in a state of panic very soon. They could hardly wait! 

Tricia Mulholland came slowly awake into darkness, groggy, and unsure of just what had happened to her. As she came more awake, she became aware that she was lying on her back with her arms spread apart above her head, and secured by some soft-feeling, yet immensely strong cuffs. As she allowed her senses to drift down her body, she very soon became aware that her legs were also spread wide, and also secured by the same type of restraint as her wrists. She could feel a cool breeze drifting across her body.....wait a minute - ACROSS her body? Oh God, she was naked! As she narrowed her concentration, she could feel her nipples puckering in the cool air, and the delicate flow of air amongst her pubic hair. She realised then that she wasn't SEEING any of this; had she gone blind? Blinking quickly and repeatedly, she soon realised that she was, in fact, in pitch blackness, not a chink of light to be seen anywhere. She laid back on the bed? gurney? She wasn't sure; only sure that it too was solidly constructed and she was safe from falling, at least. 

She could feel the beginnings of panic setting in now, and to keep it at bay she attempted to reconstruct how she had got here. She remembered having been at the stable, mucking out, feeding and watering her horse, Strongbow; then everything was a blank until she woke up here, naked and cold. Then, the panic swept in again, and Tricia began to scream and scream and scream.................

When she woke again, it was still pitch black. She was still naked. She was still cold. 

Oh GOD! Where are you, when I need you?

Tom and Steve descended the stairs into the basement, both dressed identically in black boiler suits and black-visored, black motorcycle helmets. They didn't want Tricia to recognise them, for the moment anyway! Tom switched on the powerful spotlights as he began his descent, and when he reached the bottom he could see Tricia lying on the bench, her eyes screwed tightly together against the viciously bright lights. 

"Hello, Bitch" he said, his voice an eerie electronic distortion of his normally mild tones ~ one of the tricks Steve had come up with so that Tricia wouldn't recognise them. This took the form of a tiny box strapped near their larynxes; it made both of them sound rather like an evil Stephen Hawking thought Tom. But, it did the job... for now.

As Tricia gradually regained her sight, she was aware of the two black-clad figures standing at the foot of the bench. She could now see clearly that it was modelled loosely on a weight-bench, but with a number of differences she could only wonder at just now. 

The main items she observed were two steel poles at either end of the bench, each about two inches square, with a complicated system of pulleys and wires attached to it. She shivered involuntarily as she imagined just what they could mean for her. 

Tom moved up to the head of the bench so that he could look into the upside-down eyes of his tormentress; he felt a tiny frisson of shame as he looked at the scrawny, naked woman, but quickly quashed it - he knew what he was going to do, and he would let nothing stop him now. 

"Well now, Tricia" he said, finally, "have you worked out yet why you're here?"

"No, I haven't" she replied, her voice breaking at the last second, betraying the fear just below the surface. 

"Are you going to tell me?"

"Yes, I am" Tom answered, the electronic voice displaying no emotion. 

"It's my small attempt to repay you for all the back-stabbing you've done over the years, getting good nurses sacked for no reason other than your own petty spite, putting people down if they don't happen to YOUR ideas of 'normality' - which, by the way, are pretty damn warped!"

"You're......you're not going to hurt me..... are you?" Asked Tricia, in a small voice. "I mean...."

She could go on no further.

"It wouldn't be outwith the bounds of possibility" Steve now entered the conversation. 

"After all, when did you ever stop to think about hurting anyone else?"

"How do you people KNOW these things?" she screamed, "I DEMAND to know who you are and what you want with me!"

"I don't think you're in much of a position to demand ANYthing" Steve replied curtly, "so if I were you, I'd just keep quiet and think about all the unpleasant, hurtful and downright nasty things you've done to folks over the years. And just pray we're not as vindictive as you ~ after all, we DO have reasons, unlike you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Steve nodded to Tom and the two made their way back up the stairs, turning the lights out as Tricia continued screaming questions into the darkness. They closed the door at the top of the stairs, cutting her voice off in mid-expletive. 

"I think she'll keep for a few more hours mate, what d'you think?" asked Steve.

"Yup, I think you're right" Tom smiled his answer. "Let's go out for a pint, eh?"

Before going out, Tom phoned his immediate boss, stating that he was taking some emergency leave and wouldn't be back for at least a week, citing a family emergency as the reason. His boss was very understanding, and told him to take all the time he needed; 

"After all, Tricia's not here to argue, is she?" she said.

"No, she certainly isn't" Tom smiled to himself, thanking his boss for her compassion.

Steve and Tom sat in their favourite pub, which was nice and quiet at this time of night, discussing their immediate plans. They had already discussed the broad outline of their plan, and Steve now wanted to make sure his friend had the nerve to go through with what they'd planned, as he knew this whole scheme was alien to Tom basic nature. 

"I guess I do feel a little bit nervous about it" Tom said to him, " but we've started now, so we have no choice but to keep on 'til the end. After all, if we let her go now, she'll get the police involved, things could get VERY messy for you, mate"

"Hell, you don't need to worry about ME Tom" Steve retorted, "It wouldn't bother me in the least leaving this island; truth is, I was getting a bit bored anyway, this has livened things up a bit for me!"

Tom knew his friend had a low threshold for boredom, and had been quite surprised he had stayed on the island for as long has he had. Steve had said that the only reason he stayed was because the money he earned at his job was very good, but he had saved a lot of money over the past few years and had been planning to 'spread his wings' quite soon if this hadn't come along. Tom also lived quite frugally, and although his salary was nowhere near as much as Steve's, he too had a tidy sum stashed away. After their second pint, the two men decided it was time to return to the house, and see what their captive was getting up to.

On their return to the house, the two went directly into Steve's computer room, where he had set up some extra equipment he had borrowed from work. In addition to a state of the art video monitor and twin recorder, he had installed cameras with special infrared capability in the basement, and the men now sat in front of the monitor to watch their captive in tones of red and black on the 19-inch screen. At this moment she was quiescent, not struggling with the straps securing her to the bench as she had been earlier. 

"Time to go and wake her up, I think" said Tom, and the men donned their boiler suits and helmets before descending the stairs into the basement. 

Tricia had fallen in to a light doze, and let out a small whimper of fear as the bright spotlights clicked into life above her. For a few seconds she was disorientated, but quickly she remembered what had happened to her, and the predicament she was in. Having been restrained now for several hours, her shoulders in particular were quite painful due to the unnatural position they were trapped in. Despite being able to move a little on the bench, she had been unable to relieve entirely the cramps that had set in and as soon as she saw the two men coming down the stairs she let them know how sore she was. The taller of the two men (Tom, although she didn't know this) put a finger in front of his helmet, in a parody of the 'shush' gesture used by parents all over the world.

"Hush now, Tricia; we'll sort that out for you right now"

"Thank you........ oh, THANK you" she whimpered, angry at herself for appearing so weak, but unable to help herself. She started squealing again seconds later, when the tall man went to the top of the bench and began winding some sort of winch contraption - but instead of slackening her bonds off, it was stretching her arms higher above her head!

"Ow, ow , owwowwwww!!" she screamed, as her body seemed to be stretched intolerably even straighter over the plastic material of the bench. "That HURTS, you bastards!"

"I don't think my ears can take such foul language" the smaller man said in his eerie electronic voice, "I think we'll leave you to think some more, dear. What do you say mate?"

Tom merely nodded, and the two men again ascended the stairs, however this time they left the lights on, so Tricia could better appreciate the decor, or lack of it!, in the basement room. 

Back in the 'viewing room', as they had taken to calling it, Tom and Steve sat and watched the woman framed on the screen as she tried half-heartedly to struggle against her restraints. They had decided to leave her for half an hour, no longer, as to keep her arms pulled up as they were could cause more pain and discomfort than they wished to inflict - for now, anyway. Playing with the tilt and zoom of the remote-controlled cameras, Steve closed in to the supine woman's face, which now wore a rather desperate, yet resigned, look. Panning downwards from her face, he paused at where her small breasts were stretched flat across her drawn-out ribs. Zooming in even closer, he commented to Tom,

"Tell you what, mate, she's got a cracking set of nipples there!" Steve stared intently at the glowing screen, adjusting the camera so he could see both of Tricia's erect nipples which protruded at least ¾ of an inch from her body. 

"I suppose she has" agreed Tom reluctantly, "pity they're attached to such a Grade A bitch!"

"We-e-e-ll.... there's nothing to say we couldn't have a wee bit of fun with her.......... is there?" 

"Guess not" Tom replied; in truth, and much to his own disgust, he was feeling quite aroused at the prospect of using and abusing this woman who had caused him so much stress and self-doubt. 

"Good for you mate!" exulted Steve, and continued his sweep down the length of Tricia's slim body. On reaching the, rather plump, mound of Tricia's mons pubis he paused again. 

"A bit hairy for us Tom, don't you think?" he asked, "I reckon we'll have to shave that off". 

"Mmmm" was the only answer he got, as Tom mentally relived some of the woman-sharing exploits he and his friend had enjoyed over the years. It was true, he thought, both of them had a taste for slim, small-breasted women, and in particular shaved pussies. Tom's preference was for brunettes, while Steve preferred blondes, but they both were quite happy to make exceptions where the occasion demanded! Steve zoomed closer in to the woman's groin, and both men saw that her inner lips protruded enough from her labia to be visible through the hair around her slit. 

"Looking better and better, my old mate" muttered Steve, "she's got a cracking set of lips on her there!"

Resuming his traverse down Tricia's body, he lingered again on her legs, which under such close scrutiny appeared well-muscled and slim rather than 'skinny' as they had first believed. 




Revenge Is Sweet



"Not bad legs either really, she's got more muscle there than I first thought" Tom this time made the first comment, "must be all that horse-riding she does". 

"So, what have you decided then Tom?" Steve asked, "are you up for a 'bit of fun?"

"Hell, yeah - why not?" he answered, "we can adapt things to 'have our cake AND eat it!'"

After another few minutes watching Tricia relax against her restraints, the two men decided to attend to her more basic functions before hitting the sack. Descending to the basement again, Steve slacked off the winch so that Tricia could relax her arms somewhat, and also slightly slackened the tension on her legs. It was now that another of the special adjustments to the bench was revealed to the captive woman; First, Tom raised the back portion of the bench so that she was in a sitting position; next, he removed a square of bench at the level of Tricia's groin, to reveal a commode-type basin underneath. 

"Right" he said curtly, "if you want to go, do it now. There won't be another chance 'til the morning".

"Surely you don't expect me to go while you two stand and watch, do you?" she asked, horrified.

"Well, we certainly aren't going to leave you like this" Steve answered her. "Like the man said, if you want to go, go now. There won't be another chance".

Resigned by now to her fate, Tricia eventually relaxed enough to pass her water, for which she was indeed grateful, although she wasn't about to let these vile men know that! 

"I'm hungry and thirsty, too" she murmured. 

"That's OK - we're not monsters" riposted Tom. He then fed her a sliced apple, one piece at a time, then allowed her to sip a glass of water.

"Is that ALL?" she squealed, "one lousy apple and some water?"

"For tonight, yes" Tom snarled, "and think yourself lucky to get THAT"

With that, the two men returned her to her previous position on the bench, ensuring that she wasn't likely to suffer too badly from cramps. They then left the room and went upstairs, the sounds of the woman's curses dying away as the door swung closed. After watching again from the viewing gallery, and observing Tricia drift eventually into a restless slumber, the two retired to bed and slept the sleep of the just.

~~~~

Next morning Tom and Steve woke early, and went to the viewing room to check on their captive. She also was awake, and was again trying to strain against her bonds in a futile effort to escape the thick, supple leather of the cuffs buckled securely to her wrists and ankles. After eating a leisurely breakfast, the men descended once more into the basement prison. 

"Morning, sweetheart" boomed Steve jovially, "and how are we this fine morning?"

"All the worse for seeing YOU, you pig" was the feisty reply.

"Naughty, naughty, Trish........ now what did I tell you about my delicate sensibilities last night? 

"I'm sorry" came the small voice of her apology.

"That's better, dear!" was Tom's comment, "don't forget your manners!"

They performed the same manoeuvres as before to allow Tricia to complete her ablutions, then Tom washed her down with soap and cold water. He found himself becoming aroused by the touch of his hands on her bare, female form, and was grateful for the 'protection' offered by his boiler suit. Time enough for her to find out some of the more 'exotic' plans they had for her. 

"I think it's time for phase two mate, don't you?" Steve asked, and Tom merely nodded in agreement. He moved to the back of the room, out of Tricia's view, and returned shortly with a bowl of hot water, a razor and a pair of scissors. 

"What are you going to do with them?" Tricia worried, "Oh NO. You're not going to shave my HEAD, are you?"

"Now, there's an idea" smiled Steve to himself, but neither man made any reply.

Working carefully, Tom first took the scissors and carefully trimmed Tricia's quite thick, reddish hair to a length of about half an inch, all over. During this, Tricia kept up a constant litany of abuse, until by the time Tom had finished, Steve was tired of the same repeated profanity, over and over again.

"Jees-sus" he exclaimed, "are they the only words you know? Time for the gag, mate" he said to Tom.

Tricia quieted and watched as the tall man again moved out of her line of sight, reappearing seconds later with something in his hands she couldn't quite make out, but which looked familiar to her. As he shook out the folds in the leather, she suddenly realised what it was and began to scream and plead with the man that she would be quiet from now on. 

"I'm afraid I don't believe you" he said, "and anyway, with your well-known love of horses, we thought you'd appreciate this!"

'This' was a smaller, adapted version of a pony's bridle, complete with a stainless-steel bit attached to the leather straps. One of Tom's many talents was sewing and leather work, and he had adapted this regular bridle to accommodate a human head. While Steve held her head firmly in a vicelike grip to minimise the risk of her biting, Tom eased the cold steel bar into Tricia's mouth, pressing hard on the points of her jaw to open her mouth when she tried, vainly, to clamp her jaws shut. The only concession to comfort at all was a thin pad of material at either end of the bit, so that Tricia's mouth wouldn't chafe too badly. 

Now the bridle was securely in place, and although Tricia could still scream and make other noises, she was prevented from speaking by the thick metal bit in her mouth. 

"May as well put the bar in , too" mentioned Tom, "save any thrashing about later".

"Right you are, mate" Steve answered, and this time it was he who disappeared from Tricia's sight. He returned carrying a steel bar, about three feet long, with rings formed into the ends. He went down to the foot of the bench, and she lifted her head to try and see what he was doing. When he clipped on end of the bar to a clip fixed on the inner part of the cuff round her ankle, she realised with horror what the bar was for and let out a scream, muffled only slightly by the bit in her mouth. Steve ignored the noise, and her now wildly thrashing body, and attached the bar to the other cuff, causing Tricia's legs to be spread wide apart on the bench. He also tightened the original straps, so that she could now barely move her legs at all. Tom then brought up two wide leather straps from either side of the bench, and buckled them snugly together over the now frantic woman's bare midriff, completely immobilising her lower body. He then moved to the head of the bench, bringing up two clip-ended chains which he attached to two rings on the bridle, thus now rendering Tricia totally helpless. The two men then stood back and surveyed their handiwork.

The woman lay on the bench, tense, and tears spilled out of her screwed-shut eyes to trickle down her temples into her newly-cropped hairline. The men examined her pinned-down body, reiterating their comments of the night before but in a way she would take no pleasure in, even if she had been listening. Steve finally left the bench and returned a few minutes later with the shaving accoutrements they had assembled. Taking a soft badger-hair brush, he gathered shaving foam from a spray can onto the ends of the bristles, the noise causing Tricia to open her eyes. When she saw what the man had in his hands she quickly shut them again, whimpering 

"oh no, oh no... not that too!"

Steve slowly worked the foam well into the mound of tight curls on Tricia's mound, until they were completely covered. Taking a generic multi-blade razor in his hand, he began to shave the soapy bush from the top in short, smooth strokes, rinsing out the razor carefully between each downward motion. When he reached the fleshy outer lips of the vagina, he took even greater care, scraping the razor with great deliberation down side of the mound, until only the very edges of Tricia's outer lips had but a few small hairs left visible. 

"It's a hard job, but someone's got to do it!" joked Steve, as he pulled the left side of Tricia's mons to one side and drew the razor slowly down the revealed edge of the labia. He then repeated his action on the other side and, finally, he was finished. Standing back next to Tom, he admired his dextrous touch with the razor.

"I doubt she's been as smooth as that since they day he was born" he laughed, "and maybe not even then!"

"We'd better make sure there's no redness there" Tom muttered, thinking that Tricia's naked cunt actually looked quite sexy, at the same time feeling disgusted with himself for having such thoughts about this woman, of all the women in the world! He opened the bottle of baby-oil that had been placed on the shelf behind him, and began to smooth the slippery liquid into the newly-shaved skin. As he worked, he became aware of a growing bulge in his crotch - God, this was turning him on! Sneaking a quick glance at Steve, he observed, quite clinically, that his ministrations were having a similar effect on his friend! He almost stopped then, quite appalled at the effect this sexless, yet sensual, contact was having on them both. Then he remembered that he had agreed with Steve that they were going to have 'a wee bit of fun' with Tricia, and rationalised to himself that if they couldn't get a hard-on, then they wouldn't be able to have this 'fun'. 

Working on, now having reached her slit with it's smooth expanse of plump mound on either side, he discovered to his amazement that he and Steve weren't the only ones to be getting turned on! Motioning to Steve to come and look, he pointed out to his friend that despite not yet having reached her labia with the oil, Tricia's pussy was already moist; in fact, it was positively wet with her own sexual lubrication!

"My, my Tricia" Steve crowed, "are you actually enjoying this, perchance?" 

As Tricia tried vainly to shake her head in denial, Tom continued to apply the baby-oil to her labia, finishing with a light dab of his oil-coated finger on her perineum. Tricia convulsed uncontrollably at the touch of his finger there, though the two men could not decide if this was in pleasure or disgust. 

"I don't know if she liked that or not, mate" Steve voiced the thoughts of them both, "but she's stopped crying, so I reckon she might like a bit of 'ass play', what d'you reckon?" 

"Well, I reckon I agree with you, pal" Tom replied, "which may well prove interesting later, to say the least!"

"Time to leave her to think things over a bit more" Steve commented, and the two men removed all the shaving gear from it's shelf, and then they ascended the stairs and returned once more to the viewing room on the second floor of the house. 

Tom and Steve thankfully removed their boiler-suits and helmets, both of them feeling very warm having spent quite a long time in the basement. 

"We'll cover her eyes next time, so we don't get so hot" said Steve, and Tom replied,

"Yeah - I was thinking of doing that anyway, just to increase the pressure on her a bit"

"Like your thinking, fella" was Steve's retort, and they settled back to watch the monitor in front of them, Steve taking his time over a coffee while Tom made some adjustments to another piece of equipment he had constructed. 

"I was thinking," he pondered aloud, "it might be 'nice' to get some extra .. erm .. toys, for later on!" Steve looked at his friend, with one eyebrow raised quizzically before comprehension dawned. 

"Nah, we don't need to do that" he replied, "we've still got a few things from when those two sisters were here a few months ago. They left them when they went back home to France!"

Tom smiled as he thought back to when the four of them had engaged in virtually every sexual activity it was possible for two guys and two very willing girls to enjoy! 

"Oh yes ... I remember they were a bit preoccupied when they left!" he laughed, recalling that both the girls had enjoyed their little vibrating eggs so much, they had refused to take them out when they left, and Steve had grabbed the remote controls from them and had played with them even as the taxi took them down the street towards the airport, both the girls squirming in their seats and visible through the taxi's back window shaking their fists playfully at the two laughing men.

"Pity they took those eggs with them" he mused. 

"Well, they didn't take all of them" Steve answered, "I didn't tell you at the time, but I managed to sweet-talk the sales girl into giving me an extra set. And we still have the controls!"

"You sly devil!" grinned Tom, "why didn't you tell me that before?" 

Returning their attentions to the screen, they noticed that the bound woman on the bench had now attained as relaxed a posture as was possible given the nature of her restraints, and appeared to be dozing again. Steve zoomed the camera into her face and saw that her earlier tears had dried; panning down, he lingered briefly on the still quite pronounced nipples on the woman's chest, continuing down until he stopped and zoomed closer in on the junction of her wide-spread thighs and the plump, now smoothly-shave, pussy that, to both men, still appeared to be quite wet!

"Well, well, we-e-e-ll". Steve was the first to comment on Tricia's apparent liking

of the circumstances in which she found herself. 

"Maybe because we haven't done anything REAL bad yet, she thinks it's some kind of game" he said, "maybe we should go down and show her it isn't for her enjoyment, all this. Hmm?" he asked Tom.

"I think you're right" Tom replied, " I think we'll definitely start with the blindfold, then maybe half an hour of Cold air"

As Steve nodded his agreement, both men were moving as one out of the room, boiler-suits already donned and helmets being put on even as they moved swiftly down the stairs. They entered the room to find Tricia was, in fact, awake, and quickly proceeded to attach a specially fashioned blindfold onto the bridle, completely covering her eyes and rendering her effectively blind. They removed their helmets, now able to move around quite freely without fear of Tricia realising who they were, or at least who Tom was, as she'd never actually met Steve. 

"What about this, as well?" asked Steve, holding up a large butt-plug he had lifted out of the small case of sex-toys they had brought down from a spare room. Tom merely nodded his assent, and moved over to a control panel previously unnoticed by Tricia when she had been looking around the room. He watched as Steve attached two broad leather straps around the woman's thighs, and completely removed the panel which had previously been dropped to allow Tricia to perform her ablutions. When Steve had finished his tasks, much to the loudly-voiced, but unintelligible, complaints of their captive, Tom pressed a couple of buttons on his control panel and the whole bench began to rotate, turning slowly for 180 degrees until it was upside-down from it's original position. He then raised the height of the entire bench with another button-press, until it was at approximately rib-height for both men. Lastly, he pressed two more buttons, which simultaneously relaxed the tension on the ankles cuffs, while lifting the straps secured around Tricia's naked thighs. Steve then removed the end section of the bench, with the end result being that the woman was now face-down in a position bizarrely reminiscent of childbirth, only she was suspended face-down and held securely by the array of leather straps. 

The men now rested from their labours, checking all the straps were totally secure and the woman could not fall out, or escape. When they were completely satisfied all was well, they allowed themselves to concentrate on her properly. 

"Your ass looks really cute from here" Steve smiled at Tricia, well aware she could not see him! 

"Your tits actually look like tits now, too" added Tom, "no stretch marks either, which is a bit of a surprise given you're nearly 39. 'course, you haven't had any kids, have you, so that might explain it".

Tom was referring to the biggest regret in Tricia's life; when she had been married, she and her husband had tried for years to have a child. When they had finally gone to see a specialist, it transpired that she was sterile. Unknown to either man, it was then that Tricia had turned into the nasty, vindictive woman she was today. The words struck a bolt of loathing and torment through her, making her feel even more a prisoner than all the straps and chains combined. She was glad that the blindfold covering her eyes served also to hide her renewed tears from these men. Briefly, she allowed herself to contemplate that the reason she'd had pubic hair to shave off was because she had deliberately grown it back after her divorce, no longer wishing to see the organ that could not produce what she had so longed for - a child of her own. Amidst her humiliation and distress, a tiny switch inside her brain 'clicked', but as yet she was unwilling to acknowledge the circuit inside her that this 'switch' had illuminated. That would come much later!

Observing the naked woman displayed so wantonly before them was having a quite natural 'reaction' on the two friends, despite the circumstances and the loathing that Tom, in particular, felt for this woman. Her buttocks were clear of the end of the bench and hence clearly visible to them; both men admired the firm roundness of her small posterior, and her clean-shaven labia clearly visible between her held-apart thighs. Both men reached out one of their hands, and in perfect harmony, each squeezed one of the firm buttocks and then allowed the hand to slide round to the front of the front of the slim woman's body, meeting at the puffed-out lips and inserting a finger each into the hidden hole, withdrawing them almost immediately and rubbing her clitoral hood as they did so. 

The reaction to this was surprising, both to the two men AND to Tricia herself. As the two fingertips slipped over the end of her clitoris, Tricia experienced what to her felt like a tiny orgasm; to the men, it appeared the same, evidenced by a tremor through her whole body and a noticeable increase in the wetness of her slit. The reason Tricia was so surprised was that since her divorce, over five years earlier, she had not slept with anyone; in fact, she had not really felt any sexual stirrings at all, surprising in a woman who prior to that could barely get enough sex in her life! Tom's response to this unexpected turn of events was quite unexpected to him, too; his cock twitched very noticeably inside his pants and he felt strange lustful emotions inside him, directed at the bound, naked woman in front of him. Steve's response was similar, but his reaction was much more overt than Tom's. He reached out again, and inserted two fingers deep inside Tricia's wet pussy, twisted them a couple of times inside the hot slit and withdrew, slipping the fingers in his mouth and sucking deeply on the sweet honey coating them. During this, the woman's reaction was tenfold what it had been the first time; she shivered almost uncontrollably at the feelings of sheer lust ripped through her body, screaming loudly in pleasure around the steel gag in her mouth. 

Tom's reaction underwent something of a sea-change then; he and Steve had been in a similar position before, both of them with one woman, and they had developed a kind of informal rhythm over the past few years; Tom fell in to this almost unconsciously, in spite of the vastly different circumstances of this encounter. He knelt down under the table and brought his face up until his lips were only millimetres away from Tricia's dangling breasts, the nipples now much harder and more prominent than he had noticed earlier. He reached out with the tip of his tongue and licked the very tip of her right nipple, causing her to flinch slightly then, as he licked the full length of her engorged mammary button she moaned in delight, only encouraging his ministrations to the extent where, after a few more long licks of her breast flesh, he sucked the now rock-hard nipple deep into his mouth, rasping his tongue across the tip of the delicate nub as he enjoyed the texture and taste of the rubbery button. 




Revenge Is Sweet



Although he couldn't see from his position under the bench, Steve had also taken things a stage further. Observing Tricia's reaction to Tom's stimulation of her nipple, he plunged the two fingers he had used minutes ago deep into her tight hole, the thrust made easy by the copious amounts of lubrication now coating the inside of her canal. Rubbing the tip of his thumb against her swelling labia, coating it in her juice, he then placed the tip against the puckered entrance to her anus and began to rub it over the dark ring even as he was sliding his fingers in and out of her pussy, literally fucking her with his fingers as Tom sucked on her breast. When Tom swapped his attention to her left breast, forgoing any kind of 'foreplay' and taking her left nipple between his lips, Steve felt her reaction by the tightening of her inner muscles around his fingers and instantly pushed his thumb into her anus, easily penetrating past her sphincter due to the surprise and speed of his insertion until the entire length of his digit was buried deep inside her asshole. As Tom sucked Tricia's entire left breast into his mouth, his tongue squashing the nipple against the roof of his mouth, Steve increased the tempo of the two fingers buried in Tricia's cunt, his third finger rubbing against the swollen mini-prick of her clitoris. Within seconds of this added stimulation, Tricia let out a strange noise; a combination of scream and moan issuing past the steel between her jaws as she came uncontrollably at the behest of the two men's attentions. 

As soon as this happened, it seemed to bring both men back to their senses; both immediately stopped what they were doing, and removed their various body parts from Tricia's proximity. Despite this, she continued to moan and writhe to the limits of the straps securing her, all her internal muscles in spasm as she rode the crest of her orgasm. As her climax diminished, Tom moved over to the control panel and revolved the bench again so that Tricia was once again in a supine position. In addition to her soaking genitalia, her breasts were also wet, covered in Tom's saliva where he had sucked her breasts hard. He had also left a slight bruise around the circumference of her left breast, he had been so engrossed in his actions upon her. He was shocked at the sight; never before had he marked any woman like this, never mind a woman that, consciously at least, he detested the very sight of. He was also aware of the fact that his cock was as hard as he'd ever known it, and when he glanced at Steve, he could see his friend was in the same rampant state. 

"What the Hell came over us?" He wondered silently to himself, "we're not supposed to be enjoying this so much!"

When Steve moved to release his erection from the confines of his boiler-suit, Tom reached over and touched his friend on the arm. 

"Not now" he mouthed, and gestured for Steve to leave the room with him. Steve contented himself with patting Tricia familiarly on her pussy mound, and saying to her,

"Relax Trish, we'll be back later!", and with that the two men left the basement and returned yet again to the viewing room. 

"Wow!" exclaimed Steve when they had reached the room and made themselves comfortable again. "Who would have thought such a nasty, skinny bitch could turn out to be such a sexy little number?"

"She certainly surprised the Hell out of ME!" answered Tom, "and you could have knocked me over with a feather when she came SO easily, especially in her circumstances". 

"Mmm, yeah. Makes y'wonder if she was into the bondage 'thing' before, huh?" Steve murmured, it'll be interesting to see what happens if...... no, WHEN we go a bit further!".

"You really think we should?" Tom wondered if his resolve to humiliate and punish this woman was wavering, simply because of the completely unexpected physical attraction he felt for her. 

"Christ yeah, of COURSE we should!" Steve exclaimed, "but let's put our own little twist on enjoying ourselves. We can set this" he pointed at the monitor, "to tape whatever we do with her. We'll keep some kind of mask on ourselves, but make sure her face features well in the footage - that way, any thoughts of comeback from her if... no when she finds out who we are will be negated. After all, she wouldn't want a tape of herself enjoying kinky sex to get out, and there'd be no way of proving she wasn't here voluntarily!"

"I like your thinking, mate" enthused Tom, "I must be too hung up on the punishment side of all this or something - I didn't think of that, and it's so obvious!"

"One thing we'll need to do for her though," opined Steve, "is allow her to get showered, or at least washed - after all I, for one, don't want to have my wicked way with someone who's stinking of B.O. Or anything else!"

"I know what you mean. I'll make an adjustment to one of the other straps, and we can let her use the shower down there" answered Tom, "in fact, I'll get on with that now."

"And I'll go and make us all something to eat" Steve countered, "we don't want any of us 'fading away', now do we?"

~~~~

A little over an hour later, Tricia heard the noise of her two captors coming down the stairs of the basement. With a high degree of trepidation, she wondered what they had in store for her now. Much to her shame, she also wondered if, whatever else they had in mind, they would make her cum again; she had been SO turned on and, despite not knowing who they were, or where she was, she had really enjoyed the amazing orgasm they had induced in her. Having been so long without any form of sexual contact, the craving for more that had been set up inside her was overwhelming. 

She listened as one pair of footsteps walked towards her, and could just make out the other set heading away from her, and various other sounds; metal clinking softly, the scrape of a chain (there was no mistaking THAT sound!) and, incongruously, the sound of china on a table. When her blindfold was suddenly whipped off her head, she was momentarily dazzled by the brightness of the spotlights blazing from the ceiling, and she could only experience the feeling of the man removing the bridle with its steel bit. She then felt the backrest of the bench rising up, while at the same time the bar holding her legs apart was swiftly removed. When her right arm was also released, she thought for a brief second that the two men were going to release her! Somewhat to her own surprise, however, she was only mildly disappointed when none of the other straps were loosened, and she could begin to make out that a small table had been placed in front of her, which held a plate of, what appeared to be, stew and potatoes, and a glass of orange juice. At least they weren't going to starve her, anyway! 

The smaller man, for it was he who had moved her and laid down the plate, allowed her a minute to recover the full use of her arm before handing her a spoon. 

"Eat" was all he said, and turned away to go behind her where she was unable to see what he was doing. As she ravenously began eating, she could dimly hear the sounds of the two men, but couldn't quite make out what they might be doing. After she had finished her meal, and drunk the glass of juice, she was able to concentrate more fully on what was going on behind her. When the two men appeared one either side of her, she was again unsure of what was going to happen, so when they began to release the straps around her ankles she was unprepared to lash out at them, or even attempt to do so. 

"Don't even think of trying to kick us, or anything else" said the smaller man, "neither of us will have any hesitation in breaking your leg or whatever else you might use. OK?" 

Tricia only nodded, her brief thoughts of trying to injure her captors already blown away like a feather on the wind. Her left arm remained shackled, and she watched silently as the tall man attached another cuff to her right ankle, this one with a long length of smaller chain attached to it. Then the smaller man unbuckled the cuff around her wrist, and helped her to stand up for the first time in almost a day!

After a few minutes, during which she could barely hold her own weight up, Tricia was able to move around on her own, although not able to move very far due to the chain and cuff securing her ankle. The smaller man now guided her over to a corner of the room she had not been able to see earlier; to her surprise, it contained a small but perfectly serviceable shower stall, complete with shower gels, soap and a large, fluffy bath-towel at the side. Pushing her, not ungently, into the stall, the man said "Wash", and pressed the button to start a powerful jet of hot water, which cascaded over her naked body like a self-contained waterfall. She was vaguely aware that there was no door on the shower stall, but quickly rationalised to herself that she no longer had any reason to try and hide her body from these men, as they had already seen more of it than any man had for over five years! And, she admitted grudgingly to herself, it actually made her feel quite turned on to know they were watching her soap and scrub her most intimate parts!

She quickly gave herself a basic wash all over, then decided to concentrate more fully on her breasts, groin and bottom. Soaping up the sponge they had given her to a thick lather, she first spent several minutes rubbing and caressing her small breasts with their larger than expected nipples, making certain that every trace of soap was rinsed clean. When she had finished her nipples had, once again, achieved a pebble-like shape and hardness, an indication to both herself and the two men watching her, of just how turned on she was feeling. 

Tricia then soaped up the sponge again and began to thoroughly scrub her mound, dipping lower until she was stroking over the outside of her vaginal lips, the tip of her finger occasionally rubbing the sensitive button of her clitoris. She moved further down so that she was soaping right between her legs, the sponge covering her labia and perineum with thick suds. Bringing the sponge out now, she rinsed it off and reapplied the soap; reaching her arm behind her, she slowly drew the sponge up the full length of the cleft separating her buttocks, relishing the touch of the slightly rough material over her skin, and shivering slightly as it scraped across the entrance to her anus. She had never even tried anal play before, and she had been amazed at her own reaction when the smaller man had jammed his thumb inside her ass; it had felt so dirty but yet SO intoxicatingly sensual at the same time! She closed her eyes tightly as she continued to stroke her rosebud with the sponge, only opening them and ceasing her movements when she realised she was close to cumming again at the thought of one (or both?) of the men taking her anal virginity! 

Tricia washed out the sponge one last time then, taking the shower head from it's cradle, began rinsing the soap from her groin and butt, paying special attention to her ass as she enjoyed the pulsating jet of hot water against her hole. Eventually she finished, and faced the shower controls to turn off the water. After she did so, she reached for the towel held out to her by the tall man; glancing down, she couldn't help but notice the large bulge in the front of his black boiler suit! Snatching a quick look at the other man, she noticed that he too had a prominent lump at the front of his suit! 

"Oh My God..... these guys are getting turned on! What will happen now?" she thought, bending over a little to dry the tops of her thighs. 

She was about to find out, in a most unexpected way! The sight of Tricia so unashamedly playing with herself had not gone unnoticed by the two men; both of them were extremely aroused by Tricia's very obvious and blatant display and Steve, at least, was keen to take advantage of the body which was quickly beginning to consume his consciousness. Tom was also painfully aroused despite, or was it because of?, his ambivalent feelings towards this woman. 

As Tricia finished drying herself off, he tapped Steve on the arm and pointed to the bench, indicating by gestures what he was planning quickly in his head. Steve nodded rapidly in understanding and taking Tricia by the arm he led her back over to the bench where he got her to lie down and reattached her leg and wrist cuffs, albeit much looser than before, which would allow the woman to move around a lot easier. Neither man was the least concerned that she would manage to escape, as all the cuffs were secured by a small combination padlock that would prevent any attempts to get away, especially as all the combinations were different! 

For Tricia's part, she was a little disappointed the men had chained her up again, but she quickly realised they had done so in a much freer manner this time. When she saw the taller man approaching her with a blindfold (different to the one they had used before, she noticed) she panicked. Whatever was going to happen to her, she at least wanted to see; she was not easily scared, whatever her other faults may have been! However, she also realised the futility of trying to fight these men, and meekly succumbed to having the blindfold reapplied to her eyes. She then had to strain to hear, able to discern a strange clicking sound, then the more familiar rustle of clothing being removed. She then heard sounds of the men moving around, then - silence.

Oh! "What was that?", Tricia asked herself. 'That' was something hard pressing into the inside of her left thigh, easily done because the men had not replaced the fold-down part of the bench, and she had been resting her opened legs on the edge of the bench that was left. When the object moved slightly, she felt a thigh rubbing where the object had been seconds before, and she realised with a start just what 'That' had been. It was .. OH! it had been, and still was, a hard cock! And it was now pressing against her labia, the head pushing, pushing until .... aaahhh! He, whoever 'He' was, was inside her, with what felt like a very nice-sized penis! She could feel the rim of the glans just inside her copiously-leaking pussy, and desperately wanted to feel the full length fill her up. This did not happen, however, the man seemingly content merely to move himself infinitesimally backwards and forwards, teasing her and turning her on almost beyond measure. 

Frustrated, she was, and very much to her own surprise desperate to have this strangers hardness buried inside her; suddenly enraged with her tormentor, she at once slipped her body down the bench and cried out, 

"Shove that thing IN ME, you fucker!"

Even more frustratingly, the man merely reversed with her, and next second she received a sharp slap on her left buttock.

"You'll get it when I say so!" snarled a voice, and she gasped aloud at the shock and pain of the slap. "just lie there and Wait", snapped the voice, and now she was almost certain this was the smaller of the two men. 

Tricia had sat up during this exchange and she was now pulled back down by her shoulders, the other man obviously having been behind her all the time! She felt him leaning on the head of the bench, her head between his forearms, then the pressure of his arms on her shoulders as he reached down and cupped her petite breasts in his hands. She moaned as the palms of his hands landed on her hard throbbing nipples, squirming as he began to move his hands in small circular motions, his rubbing hands causing her to imagine that bolts of electricity were shooting through her body, defining the clear link between her nipples and her clitoris. Tricia had always had highly sensitive nipples, and she remembered many occasions where she had cum merely from having them played with, or sucked into her partners ever willing mouth! As she thought it, the past repeated itself in spades. Tall-man, as she now thought of him, stopped his circular motions and lightly pinched her nipples between his fingers. That was enough to set her off, a loud cry issuing from between clenched teeth as her back arched in an ecstasy of orgasm. When tall-man leant over further and took her right nipple between his teeth and bit down gently, she screamed into his chest as she felt her juices spurting out of her, covering small-man's pulsating member in a flood of her sweet honey.

"Wow, we've got a real goer here, mate!" she dimly heard small-man's voice, "she's squirting all over me!"

"Mmm, so I can see" was tall-man's reply, having momentarily lifted his mouth from her breast. He returned his fingers to her dark-pink nipples, teasing them out between his fingers and thumbs until they were each a separate throbbing nubbin of flesh almost half an inch long. As she felt her breasts were about to explode, small-man chose that moment to thrust himself fully into her hot, streaming cunt, so deep inside her that she could feel his heavy ball sack squashing against her anus. She gasped once again at the feeling of the thick shaft which filled her hole completely, stretching her beyond anything she'd experienced before even with her ex-husband whom she had thought, mistakenly it now appeared, had been quite well endowed. Now tall-man grasped her firmly under her arms and pulled her up the bench, small-man staying buried inside her as she moved. The thought that 'small-man' was really quite an inappropriate nickname for him, given the size of the cock that was buried inside her right now, flashed fleetingly through her mind, then she felt a pillow, or some kind of support, eased underneath her shoulders, so that when she laid back on the bench and the back of her head touched the bench, her head was tilted back at a comfortable, but strange, angle. "You even think of biting, and I'll break your jaw" promised tall-man's voice, and as he said it, she felt something hot and silky smooth rubbing gently along the top of her nose, and then felt a throbbing, round mushroom-shaped object butting against her lips. God! It was tall-man's cock, and if anything it was even bigger than small-man! 

"I won't bite" she promised, "just let me suck it for you!"

She had thought she had been as shocked at herself as she was going to get by now, but hearing those words from her own mouth amazed her; what was even more surprising was that she meant every syllable! All she could think of was swallowing as much of this monster as she could, wanting to be filled at both ends with rampant specimens of man-flesh; the fact she did not know who they were, or that she had been brought here very much against her will didn't seem to matter any more. She simply HAD to have these cocks, to make her cum and cum and cum!

Tom looked up at his friend, taking in his beatific expression as he held on tightly to the woman's thighs, his penis buried to the hilt inside the woman's still-cumming pussy. Guiding his own penis into her eagerly waiting mouth, he revelled in the feeling of the suction immediately applied by Tricia's orifice, sliding his shaft slowly, but inexorably, further and further into her mouth. When the head reached the very back of her mouth Tricia gagged, but quickly managed to relax her throat muscles enough to allow Tom's penis to penetrate her throat, the girth and length expanding her slim neck so noticeably Tom worried for a moment that she might choke. However he had failed to take into account just how aroused the woman before him actually was; Tricia was now having no difficulty whatsoever accommodating Tom's member, and was stunned, but pleased, when she felt his heavy sac touching the bridge of her nose. She was now lying flat on her back, on a bench in an unknown basement, at the mercy of two men who had basically kidnapped her and were in the process of, technically at least, raping her. But, filled as she was with two of the biggest pricks she thought she had ever encountered, she felt as if she'd died and gone to heaven; she couldn't believe how turned on she was by this, and how much she wanted to please these two captors of hers. She felt a surge of disappointment when tall-man began to withdraw himself from her mouth, but could only grunt when small-man thrust himself deeper into her soaking cunt. When he also began to withdraw, the feeling of loss that suddenly overwhelmed her was almost unbearable, but as soon as small-man's cock began to move, so did tall-man's ~ right into her throat again! 




Revenge Is Sweet



Geena was so mad she wanted to break everything in her house. Dave had used her, but she didn't see it until now. Actually, she didn't want to see it until now. Those smoky eyes, his easy-going laugh, how he charmed her into having sex with him. Not just one time, but many. 

And Geena, always aiming to please him, gave him blow job after blow job when he rarely bothered to do anything more than fondle her breasts, deliver a quick fuck, or give her the occasional kiss. He never even took her out except when he met her at the bar when their friends were getting together. Geena really thought they had a connection, especially after the way Dave held her close at night, or at least until he had to get up at four in the morning to head home.

Looking back, Geena knew it wasn't the best relationship. Dave always seemed to call her only after he had plenty to drink. How he managed to get to her house was always a surprise. Half the time she expected the police to show up instead of Dave, talking about how he was arrested for driving while intoxicated, or perhaps in the hospital after crashing his car into a light pole.

Geena knew why she took the abuse. She didn't have the body or the face of a model. She wasn't bad to look at, but definitely could stand to lose about 50 pounds, which she knew was the biggest reason men didn't want to date her. But Dave was different. He overlooked her weight and, because of his good looks, Geena was flattered that he chose to sleep with her.

But when they were out drinking with friends one night at the bar last week, Dave dropped the bomb, and her. He said he didn't want to sleep with her anymore because he felt she was getting too attached to him. 

No matter how much Geena denied it to Dave, deep down she knew she was growing fond of him-and the sex-even though she knew Dave wasn't a good choice for her.

What infuriated Geena most, though, was the fact that she didn't get the chance to break it off. What nerve he had! After all that time he said she was great in bed. Night after night Geena remembered the closeness she thought they shared, remembered his hard cock being inside her as he whispered "I'm cumming." It gave her goose bumps just thinking about it. But now she knew it was all fake; it was just about sex and nothing else. She couldn't believe she considered him a friend. 

The more she thought about it, the angrier Geena got. After a while, Geena realized that she was going to get even with Dave, even if it took a year to do it.

The first thing she had to do was to make herself so attractive that when he saw her, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from wanting her again. Geena knew it would be hard; after all, she had tried to lose weight before, but never with such a goal in mind. For six months Geena exercised, ate fruits and vegetables and chicken, and focused all her energy on getting revenge. Occasionally Dave would call, and Geena would be cordial, never letting him hear the anger or the hurt she felt after her dumped her. Geena also avoided seeing Dave. She wanted him to be totally taken off guard when he saw her again. 

By the time Geena was ready to put her plan into action, she was looking great. She had lost 65 pounds, her stomach was flat; her breasts, though still large at 36D, had regained their bounce, and her skin was flawless from eating right. Geena even spent more than she should have to have her teeth whitened and get laser surgery on her eyes. No more glasses, no more fat clothes. This was all-out war, as far as she was concerned.

Occasionally, during her workouts at the gym, Geena saw a few guys checking her out. But as badly as she needed sex, her energy was more focused on getting even. Geena had even made a checklist to be sure her plan would work perfectly.

Finally, the day had come to bury her stinger into Dave's side. Most people after six months would have let it go, but Geena never did. Revenge was driving her now, for good or bad, and she wasn't going to let up until she saw this through.

Geena's friend Betsy was having a birthday party, and Geena knew Dave was invited. The opportunity to destroy him was at hand. Geena dressed in the most seductive outfit she could find. It cost her a fortune at the designer boutique, but it was so worth it. She wore black silk pants, five-inch stiletto heels, and a camisole top that hugged her tits while showing off just enough cleavage and plenty of skin to drive any guy crazy. Her dark brown hair had grown out and was sleek and shiny, as was everything on her body. Geena even got a friend who worked at the movie studio to send over her professional makeup artist with a talent to make any woman look flawless. Just before leaving her house, Geena looked in the mirror and was stunned at what she saw. She was, for the first time, beautiful in her own eyes. All that hard work, and now, after tonight and destroying Dave, she would go out and have a real life, and as much sex as she could with only the best-looking men in town. 

When she got to Betsy's house, only a handful of people were there. Many of their friends hadn't seen her in a while, and made such a fuss over how great she looked, Geena became somewhat embarrassed at all the attention. After about an hour, she heard Dave's voice, and her heart started pumping hard when she knew this was it. Geena purposely went in the backyard away from the big group. She overhead some people talking to Dave about how great she looked, and knew Dave, with his ego, would go looking for her, and sure enough, not 10 minutes later, he was standing there staring at her.

"Geena," Dave's voice questioned.

"Oh, hi Dave," Geena responded nonchalantly.

"You look amazing." Dave's eyes wandered up and down her body several times.

"Thanks, Dave," smiled Geena casually. "What have you been up to? Haven't seen you in a while."

"Not much, same old thing." Dave took a long drink of his beer, trying not to take his eyes off Geena. Damn, she looked great. She was thin and firm, but still had those giant breasts he loved to grab. He was ready to grab her and fuck her in the bathroom, and knew she would not put up any fight. She would still be grateful that he paid any attention to her before and would do anything he said. He knew she was crazy about him, no matter how cool she was acting.

"Well, I guess I better find the birthday girl and see if I can help her with anything," Geena said.

"Don't rush off," Dave grabbed her arm gently. "Why don't we head over to the pool area and talk a bit?" He flashed one of his million-dollar smiles at her. 

Geena knew how Dave worked, and thought that it was falling into her plan perfectly. "Sure, why not? It's been a long time since we chatted," Geena responded, knowing full well that Dave had never said anything of importance to her besides "suck me off."

Dave led Geena over to the chaise lounges by the pool, and they spent most of the evening together just chatting about things. From outside the conversation, anyone could tell there was an attraction there, and that Dave's constant touching of Geena meant he was really making a play for later. 

All his flashiness, thought Geena, how could I ever have thought this guy was anything. He drinks way too much; and truthfully, he's drunk right now and has such an ego. I know he thinks I'm a sure bet tonight. Well, let him just keep thinking that, Geena smiled as Dave mumbled on about something Geena could care less about.

"It looks as if Betsy is cutting the cake," Geena said looking into the house. "Let's go inside." "Okay," Dave replied, "but don't leave without saying goodnight," he smiled.

"No way," grinned Geena, as they went inside, Geena in full control and Dave tripping a little from all the beer.

By midnight, the party was breaking up and Geena was ready to go, but not without her prize. She knew it was only a matter of seconds before Dave approached her with a proposition.

"Goodnight, Dave," flirted Geena. "It was great to see you," she said, as she leaned into him to kiss him on the cheek.

"Hey," I have an idea," Dave whispered in her ear, as he held her in a hug. "Let's go to your place for a little late-night entertainment."

That was all Geena needed to hear for the plan to begin. "That sound's great, Dave, but my parents are staying with me. I have a hotel room booked for the night. Why don't we go there?"

"Great!" Dave replied way too enthusiastically. "I'm not in any real shape to drive. Can I ride with you?"

"Of course," Geena replied sweetly. "C'mon."

Geena drove to the hotel by the airport, and helped Dave into the room. It was clean and had a king size bed and offered porn movies, just what Geena planned. There was also a nice desk chair in the corner, and next to that a box of supplies Geena had dropped off earlier. She knew Dave was too drunk to realize that there was no suitcase with her clothes or anything else she needed to stay the night. He had one thing on his mind, and that's all he cared about.

As soon as the door closed, Dave collapsed on the bed, fully clothed. He had the nerve to raise his hands over his head so Geena would take his clothes off. Once again, he expected her to do all the work. 

Geena complied, smiling, since she knew she'd have the last laugh here. She took off his shirt and pants and boxers, and for fun, kissed him full on the mouth with a deep, probing tongue. That got Dave's cock rock hard. He was ready to pull her on top of him, but no way was Geena going to let that happen.

"How about I turn on some porn?" Geena asked, knowing Dave would readily agree, which he did.

Geena found the movie she had previewed earlier, a lot of girl-on-girl action, with tits meshing, pussy licking and lots of toys. Dave loved it of course, and really couldn't believe Geena was this wild. If he had realized this before, he might have stuck around instead of dumping her because she was fat and frumpy.

Watching the movie got Geena all bothered, and it was time for Dave to take care of her needs first. 

"Dave," Geena said seductively, as she stripped off her pants in front of him. "I really need you to lick me good. My pussy is all wet and throbbing, and if I don't get some relief, I don't think I'll be able to do anything else tonight."

Between the movie and seeing Geena's shaved cunt, Dave couldn't wait to dive into her. Geena took the dominant position and sat on Dave's face, letting him eat her out completely. He licked her folds and dove inside with his tongue, sucking on her clit and licking her wet slit up and down until Geena bounced up and down on his face while she came.

"More please," Geena said. But as Dave tried to shove his dick into her, she shut her legs. "No, I need you to lick me more," Geena replied, as nicely as she could without making Dave upset.

Dave had never seen Geena like this, and was dying to get some relief himself, but he didn't want to make her angry, so he flipped her on her back and stuffed his face between her legs to lick her to a second, third, and forth orgasm.

"That was great, Dave," said Geena, and really meant it. He was lying next to her now, and started kissing her. Geena kissed back, and almost got lost in the moment. Luckily, the second part of her plan went into effect with a knock on the door.

"Who could that be at this time of night?" Geena said to Dave coyly. She got up to answer it as Dave covered himself up with the sheets.

When Geena opened the door, another woman was there, dressed in a maid's uniform.

"I'm sorry," said the maid, "but we had a call for more towels. Am I in the wrong room?"

"We didn't ask for any, but could always use some," replied Geena. "Come on in, thanks."

Dave looked shocked that Geena let the woman in, but was not that disappointed. The maid had huge tits, and was a sexy little petit thing with dark hair and way too much makeup on to be a maid. But he was too drunk to add anything up, and just lay under the sheet with his obvious hard on making a tent underneath.

The maid went into the bathroom and closed the door, but seconds later came out without her uniform, wearing a lacy demi bra and a black lace thong.

"Well this is what I call service!" said Geena, looking at the woman. 

"I just heard all the noise and wanted a piece of the action," replied the maid. "I have been quite lonely, and thought you two might like to try something different."

Dave, who was fully rapt with attention now grinned and sat up, the sheet coming off his cock so both women could see his appreciation.

"Let's have some fun," Geena said, trying to make it sound like an impulsive idea. "Dave, come sit in this chair so we can both service you."

Dave couldn't move to the chair fast enough. As the maid knelt down in front of his cock, grabbing it with her hand, Dave, half in a state of stupor and excitement, never noticed that Geena was tying his hands behind the chair. As the maid gently applied hand pressure to Dave's cock, Geena slowly tied Dave's legs to the chair legs, so he was spread apart on the chair. After he was all tied up, the maid stood up.

As soon as the woman let go of his cock, Dave opened his eyes to see both women standing in front of him. At the same time, he realized he was tied to the chair.

"Hey, what's going on?" Dave asked, trying not to panic. 

"I thought this might be fun," Geena said, smiling. "We're going to put on a little show for you to get you hot, and then it's your turn," she seductively smiled at him.

Dave was in no position to argue, and believed Geena was going to come through for him. This was actually pretty damn exciting. He had done a lot of things in his day, but never got to see two women go at each other.

As Dave watched from the chair, Geena and the woman kissed seductively. Geena had never done anything like this before, and probably never would again, but the part this played in the revenge plot was too great to give it up.

The woman began to suck Geena's nipples, and at the same time ran a few fingers up and down her slit, already wet from Dave's tonguing. She's good at this, thought Geena, actually getting into the moment. 

Geena's moaning and the woman's nipples peeking out from her bra were making Dave insane. He couldn't take his eyes off them, but at the same time his cock was in pain, crying out for some relief. He wanted to be with them, sucking on the maid's tits while fucking Geena's tight pussy. But all he could do was watch.

Geena lay back on the bed with her pussy facing Dave, so he could watch the maid get down on her knees and eat her out. Her pussy was sopping wet, and the woman was an expert at licking and sucking. She would flatten out her tongue and lap up the cunt juices like a dog drinking water. It was amazing. Geena cried out, grabbing her breasts as the maid furiously licked her clit until she was screaming and orgasming repeatedly. 

Dave was rocking in his chair, trying to get some relief. He almost felt he was going to come even without being touched. He was in agony now, and had to get one of those broads to lick his cock and suck him off. But as he watched the girls change places, he knew he would have to wait.

The maid surprised Geena by moving up and sitting on her face. Geena had never licked a pussy before, and wasn't sure she wanted to do it. She and the woman never discussed this during the negotiations. But when she looked over at Dave and saw how much he was suffering, she knew she had to continue the act. She started licking her inner thighs, at first, unsure of what to do. But the maid moved her cunt lips on top of Geena's mouth, and ground her pussy into her, so Geena started licking the outside, then opened the folds and licked at the sweet syrup inside. This isn't so bad, thought Geena, and really started to get into it. She gave the woman exactly what she liked herself, and apparently it worked, since the maid was squirming and moaning. 

"I'm cumming," the maid shouted out, and Geena felt the pulsations on her tongue, something that she had never felt before. The woman collapsed off of Geena's face, and Geena made a big display of wiping her wet chin and mouth on the sheets in front of Dave.

Dave was close to passing out. He was drunk, yes, but his body was begging for relief. He about panicked when he saw the maid get up, put on her uniform, and walk to the door.

"Thanks for the towels," Geena said as she let the maid out for the night.

"What's going on" Dave asked, a little angry, a bit scared, and definitely suspicious.

"Well, Dave," I just wanted to show you the same good time you've always showed me," laughed Geena. "Are you having fun yet?"

Dave, not sure how to take this statement, tried to remain calm. After all Geena was still there, was still naked, and did not show signs of leaving. Maybe she wanted him all to herself.

It was as if Geena could read Dave's mind. That arrogant son of a bitch, thought Geena. He still thinks I have the hots for him. I guess it's time to see this through to the end.

Geena walked over to Dave and knelt in front of him.

"That's more like it," said Dave, closing his eyes and waiting for Geena to suck him off. She was actually good at it.

Geena wanted to bring Dave as close to climaxing as possible, so she had to give him a little touch.

She took his cock in her mouth, resting her hands on his thighs, and began sucking his cock into her mouth and giving him as much deep throat as possible. Since she'd done this so much, she knew how much Dave could take before he blew his wad. After about five minutes of speeding up and slowing down and giving him the best blow job she had ever done, Geena could tell Dave was ready to explode. His balls were rock hard and were pulled close to his cock.

Geena stood up and told Dave she'd be right back. She went into the bathroom, and Dave heard the water running.

Dave waited, tied to the chair. His hands and legs ached from being tied up so long, but he knew he was going to get to come hard, then Geena would untie him and he would fuck her until they both were raw.

But when Geena came out of the bathroom, she was fully dressed.

"What's going on?" Dave asked, confused and angry. 

"I have to run." I forgot I had a date with a real man who knows how to treat a woman with respect. Thanks for all the fun. Goodnight."

"Untie me bitch," said Dave, straining at the ties on the chair. He was furious, but was more uncomfortable because he could not get his hard on to go away.

"Don't worry, someone will be by in a little bit to untie you. Actually, I'm being nice. I'm not taking your clothes. You will have to find a ride home though," smiled Geena sweetly. "I'd kiss you, but I think our little affair is over. Ta ta," she said as the door closed behind her.

Geena got in her car and drove about a mile down the road before she called the hotel and asked the night manager to go to the room and help its occupant.

"Revenge really is sweet," thought Geena, as she gunned her engine and headed home. 



Revenge is Sweet



I just recently found these three stories which were some of the first that I wrote. Since I haven't posted anything on here for a while, I decided to put them up. Hope you enjoy them.

***

Henry Stewart was thirty five years old, married to a very attractive woman who'd given him three kids, he owned and ran his own very successful computing company in San Diego, "Stewart Computing", meanwhile he owned a large house in the wealthy small town of River Falls. All in all, Henry was very content with the hand life had dealt him. He was very dedicated to his work and part of the reason for Stewart Computing's success in the past few years had been his dedication and the extra hours that he continually put in. Henry was worried that his extra hard work would disappoint his wife and kids, but instead his wife, Sadie, was one of the people who particularly encouraged him to put the effort in; She would tell him how his hard work was ensuring such a good life for her and the kids and it would be selfish of them to demand more from him. Every time he got home late after the exhausting two-hour drive from San Diego, Sadie was there to welcome him with a big hug, dressed often in some of her particularly sexy lingerie and seemingly desperate for sex. These evenings, Henry liked nothing more than to eat out his wife's pussy which seemed to have been given a delightful warm taste from the anxious time that she spent waiting for him. On those late evenings home Sadie seemed so instantly horny and aroused she would often leap on top of him almost as soon as he came in the door, Henry had no idea what the kids would think if they were still awake. Sadie made such passionate love to him on these evenings that the weekends when Henry tried to instigate sex himself were often limp and lifeless and soon Henry and Sadie were left with just sex on these late weeknights. Not that Henry was complaining, these nights were the best sex ever in his marriage, the normally timid Sadie was turned into an animal who took total control in bed and Henry loved it.

One normal Friday afternoon, Henry had told his wife that he would be working late again and not to expect him back until later in the evening. However by 3 PM, Henry realised that he could find nothing left for himself to do at work and so decided it would be a nice romantic surprise to get home early for Sadie. Excited about the idea he hurried home, the highways were much emptier at this time of day, stopping only to buy a huge bunch of pink roses, Sadie's favourite flowers. Henry pulled his Lexus into the driveway of his large modern house. It felt a little bit abnormal, coming home during the daytime, the sun was shining on the house as Henry got out of the car, and Henry couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable at the unusualness of his early arrival home. He paused for a moment before the mahogany door of his house for no reason particularly other than perhaps to compose himself a little before unlocking the door. The house was unusually quiet, he looked through the rooms on the ground floor, the kitchen, living room and dining room, nobody seemed to be around. Going into the kitchen he filled a vase with water and unwrapped his roses and put them into the vase. Maybe Sadie wasn't home, maybe she had gone shopping. He had just begun to climb the stairs to the second floor of his three storey house when he heard a noise coming from his and Sadie's large bedroom. She obviously had been too distracted to hear him come in and Henry decided to creep up and surprise her. As quietly as he could he padded to the door-of their bedroom and flung it open to greet his surprised wife.

"Honey, I'm home," Henry began to say before stopping mid-way, a step inside the door. His wife certainly was surprised, but not half as surprised as Henry himself.

Sadie was lying on their bed totally naked, her head thrown back and her legs spread wide. In between her legs, Henry could seethe naked, athletic body of James Stone, their neighbour. James' hands were on Henry's wife's shoulders as he levered himself to thrust further and deeper into her pussy. Her legs were splayed wide open and waved in the air. Sadie was clearly enjoying herself, her small pert breasts stood out proud and erect and she involuntarily moaned in pleasure even as Henry entered the room.

A flush of red crossed Sadie's normally soft face, partly embarrassment, partly anger as she pushed James from between her legs. James looked even more abashed as he sat back and pulled the duvet from the bed to cover his shrinking erection. Henry stood just inside the door, mouth open in shock, unable to speak or even to move for a few seconds so Sadie spoke first:

"You're not supposed to be home for three hours," she said, stalling the obvious as James started to pull on his pants and shirt, Sadie remained sitting naked on the bed.

"I took the afternoon off," was all Henry could think to say, "I wanted to surprise you."

***

Sadie moved out with their three kids. Brad, Abigail and Brock, and stayed with her mother just outside River Falls until Henry could get himself an apartment in San Diego where he planned to move permanently now his marriage was breaking up. Over a lengthy discussion later in the evening of that day, Sadie had come clean and revealed how she had been having various affairs throughout most of their marriage. During the long days when Henry would continue to work late, Sadie would be bored and consistently found her sexual needs uncared for by her husband. She had been sleeping with James, who was also married, on and off for the past twelve years (exactly the age of Henry's youngest son Brock who was blessed with a muscular, masculine physique far more similar to James than Henry himself). Sadie planned to move in permanently with James who was separated from his wife. Henry was devastated but found things had spiralled so far out of his control that there was nothing he could do. After her continued infidelities, Henry knew he could no longer stand to live with Sadie, but he was very distressed about it. More than anything though, Henry wanted revenge both on Sadie herself and on James Stone, the guy who had enticed his wife away.

It was a Friday evening, a week after Sadie had moved out and the large house felt curiously empty of people with Sadie and the three kids all absent. Henry was sat in the room that he had shared with his wife until very recently. The king size bed felt way too large for one and the large room with Sadie's wardrobes still full of so many clothes that she hadn't been able to take away in her mother's little car was a constant reminder of her slender body wrapped in the sexy lingerie Henry loved so much. He opened the drawer to her dresser, it was still mostly full of all manner of different styles and colours of lingerie. He noticed one of his particular favourites, a pink silk teddy. She had worn it when he had got home the Monday before he found her with James, they had made passionate love that evening and Henry now realised that Sadie must still have been horny from James' earlier attentions. Henry now knew the reason why Sadie would be far more passionate on the evenings that he came home late from work and this knowledge was an even greater blow to him. He took the teddy from the drawer and held it to his face, hoping to catch some essence of his departed wife from it. The smell of her delicate feminine perfume lingered slightly over the teddy, Henry enjoyed the touch and feel of the soft silk against his cheek. He had always wanted Sadie to keep some lingerie on as he fucked her as he had always loved the sensual feel of it between his body and hers, a feeling that was now gone for good.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to Henry, a desire to feel the silk lingerie closer against his body. Slowly and carefully he padded across the soft bedroom carpet and drew the blinds closed ensuring not a tiny space of light could be seen through the thick canvas. Then he stripped out of his jacket and tie, throwing them onto the bed. Becoming more excited now he struggled free of his shirt and let his pants and boxers drop quickly to the floor. He now stood totally naked, his exposed cock already twitching a little in arousal as he carefully picked up Sadie's pink teddy from where he had laid it down on the bed and stepped into it. He slowly slid the sensual silk up his legs and pulled the straps up over his shoulders until he felt himself wrapped in the sexy lingerie. His slight frame had always been pretty much the same size as Sadie's and the teddy fit perfectly aside from a clear lack where her chest would be and a growing bulge of his erect arousal at the touch and feel of the pink silk. Although he had always loved women in lingerie, Henry was a little surprised at how excited he was wearing it himself. A drop of pre-cum stained the crotch of his lingerie as instinctively he lay down on the bed and reached his hand down to jerk himself off. Not bothering to remove the lingerie he simply stroked his ever expanding cock through the soft, sensual material. The feel of the silk lingerie between his hand and his cock made him more aroused than he could have thought and soon, without warning, his cock exploded and he blew a huge load of cum all over the inside of his wife's sexy lingerie.

Henry lay back on the king size bed and basked in the joy of what had just happened, never before had he achieved such an orgasm without Sadie's considerable assistance and the feel of the silk lingerie on his body still felt so sexy that he didn't want to remove it and move on from this moment. He looked down at his slender body in the sexy pink teddy and was almost convinced it could have been Sadie's own body, anxious to please him dressed in his favourite lingerie. Suddenly, Henry was struck with another thought, he knew how he could get his revenge on James and Sadie. A dirty smile came to his face at the thought of it and, as he felt his cock twitch with arousal once again, he reached down to jerk himself off once more through the cum stained silk.

***

The next day was Saturday and Henry arrived relatively early at the house of Naomi Stone, James' estranged wife, he was a little nervous but knew he needed help if his plan was to work and who better to help him than the woman who James had abandoned to go off and have his many affairs. Since their separation, Henry had become better friends with Naomi, for some reason even before he had found James annoying, and over the last week Naomi had been particularly friendly in trying to help Henry get over his wife, especially after learning James was involved. This was why Henry thought Naomi would be willing to help with his plan. James knew that since separating with James, Naomi had enjoyed a lot of sex with both men and women and her open mindedness meant there was another reason why Henry saw fit to trust her with his plan. Despite all this rational thought. Henry was still a little nervous about what Naomi's reaction would be as he stood waiting for her to come to the door, dressed in large, baggy sweatpants and a sweatshirt. Naomi opened the door to him wearing an ankle length black skirt and a dark red halter neck top. Naomi was a black woman, almost six feet tall, with shiny black curls and large breasts that her halterneck barely contained. She ushered Henry into her living room.

"To what do I owe this pleasure, Henry?" Naomi asked as she sat down in a leather armchair and motioned for Henry to do the same.

"I've thought of a way to get back at James and Sadie," Henry said, remaining standing, "But I need your help."

Naomi's eyes lit up at this and she smiled at Henry, "Anything I can do to help," she said.

Henry was drawing the thick, heavy curtains of the living room so people couldn't see in, Naomi looked a little confused but did nothing to stop him.

"Are your daughters in or likely to be back soon?" Henry asked.

"No," said Naomi, still a little confused, "They're spending the weekend with James."

With the knowledge that they were the only ones in the house and that nobody could see in from the street, Henry felt safe to reveal his plan to Naomi.

"Sadie plans to live with James from now on," Henry began and Naomi scowled, "But we both know that your husband can't keep his hands to himself," at this Naomi nodded, "So what we need to do is to catch him in the act with another woman, causing Sadie and him to break up."

"But how are we going to do that?" asked Naomi, "Where can we find a woman to do that for us?"

It was this that prompted Henry to reveal the final, all important, aspect of his plan. He was standing in the centre of the living room, still dressed in sweat pants and a sweatshirt. He kicked off his shoes and hurriedly, much as he had done the day before, undressed, throwing the baggy sweatshirt and sweat pants onto the sofa behind him. Naomi looked understandably a little taken aback at what he was wearing underneath. Henry's clothes were so baggy to disguise that beneath them his body was covered in Sadie's lingerie. Henry was dressed in a sexy black lace basque trimmed with red silk and a matching black and red suspender belt supporting expensive black silk stockings. Naomi appeared wide eyed with amazement at Henry's outfit, but after a few seconds something inside her clicked and a grin spread across her face.

"I've never seen this side to you Henry," she smirked as Henry flushed red with embarrassment, "So, I suppose your plan is to seduce James yourself? I should warn you that I don't think my husband swings that way."

Henry blushed even more at this knowing that he didn't either and that was something that he had to resolve, 'That's why I need you Naomi. I need your help in making me a woman sexy enough to make your husband stray away from my wife."

Naomi's eyes glinted with pleasure at the opportunity and potential this offered her and at that moment Henry breathed a sigh of relief knowing that Naomi would offer all her assistance and help to him and not reveal his secret and embarrass him in front of everyone. Naomi stood up and walked over to wear Henry stood in his wife's lingerie.

"Don't worry Henry," she said, grinning saucily, "We're going to have a lot of fun with this."

With that she took his head in her hands and pulled him towards her planting a passionate kiss against his surprised lips, Pulling away she smiled at him as it was his turn to look wide eyed in surprise.

"Well that beard's got to go for a start," Naomi winked, she looked down and saw the bulge of his quivering cock beneath the black lace lingerie and smirked again, "You're not just dressed like this for your revenge are you?" she said, "You're enjoying this aren't you?"

Before Henry could say anything to answer, Naomi had pushed him to the floor, obviously very turned on by the situation herself as she pulled his black lace lingerie aside to allow his erect cock to spring free before pulling off her skirt to reveal her bare, shaved pussy as she wore no underwear beneath it. Henry had little time to take this in before Naomi lowered her pussy onto his cock and began to fuck him. Henry had little possibility to do anything himself as Naomi took total control, riding his cock until, spurred on by the sexy feel of his lingerie, Henry blew his load up into her pussy.

***

It was two weeks later and Henry Stewart had now moved out of the old house in River Falls where Sadie had moved back in with James and now lived in a spacious luxury apartment on the outskirts of San Diego far closer to where his computing firm was based. Although he still concentrated on working hard during the day at the office, he no longer stayed after hours or took his work home with him. Instead, back at his luxury apartment, he ceased to be respectable, successful businessman Henry but instead became sex kitten Helena. Naomi had helped him perfect his physical appearance and had come over to the apartment each weekend and some evenings to help him become more alluringly feminine in every way that he acted. Naomi had even ensured that the decor of his new apartment was appropriately soft and feminine with plenty of soft pink colours and a big comfortable king size bed, along with a huge wardrobe fall of Helena's sexy clothes that far dwarfed the tiny, plain wardrobe of Henry's suits. Since leaving the house in River Falls, Henry was no longer able to wear Sadie's lingerie and so, with Naomi's help and his own computer skills, they had ordered him a huge new variety of feminine clothes and especially the sexy lingerie he so loved over the internet. Naomi had further insisted that around the apartment in the evenings he had to remain as Helena all the time in order to fully perfect his femininity. By this point, two weeks after he had first worn his wife's lingerie, Henry was feeling fairly comfortable in his girlie form as Helena and, although he had never left the apartment dressed like this, he felt he was becoming increasingly ready for the time when he could go to a bar and entice James away from his new-found fidelity to Sadie. The one thing that preyed on his mind was a worry about how he would have to convincingly passionately kiss James in order for Sadie to catch them together and break it all off with James. Henry had never thought sexually about another guy and wasn't sure whether he would be up to doing this.

It was about seven in the evening of a springtime Friday and Henry was sat on his crimson velvet sofa, just lounging, enjoying the sight and feel of his feminine look, Naomi had had full length mirrors installed in the living area and Henry's bedroom so he could admire himself and note where he was going wrong with his girlish mannerisms. He had not just shaved off his beard (which had excited some comment from his colleagues) but had completely removed all of his body hair so his skin was now smooth and silky all over. His previously masculine legs, now so smooth and hairless, had become long, thin, sexy girlish legs that he stretched out before him as he stretched back on the sofa. The slender elegance of his legs was enhanced by the six inch heeled sandals he was wearing, he was learning to walk in the tallest heels he could and he admired the sexy effect that they had on his calves. Besides these heels, he was dressed in a short leather mini-skirt, he didn't want to cover any of the length of his new legs he loved so much. Besides, he knew that James would admire the sexy, skimpy clothing on him almost as much as he loved it on himself. He was also wearing a large, billowy white blouse that was very thin and airy and through which his black lace bra (stuffed with very convincing internet purchased silicone breasts) was clearly visible. After Naomi's extensive tuition he was able now to apply his own make-up and had done so today in a simple, understated manner with a little pink lip-gloss and some dark eye make-up and mascara to lengthen his lashes. His hair was still fairly short and masculine and so Naomi had given him a blonde wig with little wisps of hair that curled seductively over his blue-green eyes, besides the fact that it made him look far more sexy and feminine the wig also destroyed the last vestiges of anything that might make James suspicious and recognise him.

There was a quick rapid knock on the door and Henry uncurled, cat like, from his sumptuous new sofa and tottered over to the door in his six inch heels. Naomi stood on the doorstep, sexily dressed in a knee length crimson coloured skirt and a figure bugging tight black top, she was carrying a large hand bag and strode into the room without greeting Henry. Henry shut the door behind her and followed her into the living room where she dumped the bag on the floor and dropped onto the sofa. Henry sat down on another chair and demurely crossed his legs in the feminine way that Naomi had taught him with his hands placed in his lap. Naomi smiled at him for the first time and said:




Revenge is Sweet



"You know, Helena, you've matured into a pretty sexy woman," at this Henry blushed red in an appropriate, although involuntary, feminine way, "You know, I think we might just manage this. Are you sure you still want to use your feminine charms to seduce my husband?"

Henry knew that if he wanted to back out of the whole thing and return to his dull but reliable life as Henry Stewart, computing executive, then this was the moment to do it. For a moment he thought about it, then his mind recalled the image of James fucking his wife, on his bed, in his house and his desire for revenge was strengthened once again. Besides, after two weeks as Helena he had begun to feel that he couldn't ever give up the sexy feeling of lingerie against his silky smooth skin. He knew now that this was something he very deeply wanted to do. He nodded to Naomi and she could see in his eyes how serious he was about this.

"In that case, it's about time I taught you the final thing you need to learn to be the kind of sexy seductress that my husband will go for," Naomi said as Henry begun to wonder what she could mean, "I know that you think that you can just give James a little peck on the lips and this will somehow make Sadie throw him out, but deep down you know that's not true. You're gonna have to go further than that," here Henry begun to worry seriously, he still hadn't got his head round the need to kiss a guy and now Naomi wanted something more, "If there's one thing that's sure to work on James, one thing that he really loves, it's women that give head. Learn to suck him off and he'll do anything you want, then you'll be able to persuade him to have you suck him off in Sadie's house. Then it'll be far easier for Sadie to catch you in the act and far less forgivable from James."

In some ways, Henry knew that Naomi was right, that it would take more than a kiss for Sadie to throw James out. However, for all his feminisation over the past two weeks, Henry was in no way ready to go this far. "No," he said, "I just can't do something like that."

Naomi became pretty angry at that and Henry could see her face in an _expression of annoyance that he had never seen before, "Listen, Helena," she practically shouted in his face, blowing the blonde wisps out of his eyes, "Do you want to do this or not, that bastard deserves it, remember," she softened a little after this, "Come on, you do want to get back him don't you? Plenty of women don't enjoy giving head but I can show you how to convince him that you are enjoying it and I can show you how to make him enjoy it so much that it's all he cares about. Come on, you can practice on me," with that she pulled up her velvet skirt to reveal a six inch rubber strap-on hanging between her legs.

Henry didn't quite know how or when he gave in, but it wasn't long before he found himself on his knees in front of Naomi with her rubber cock sticking in his face. Under her tuition he was soon more and more comfortable with feeling his tongue all over her prosthetic member, before she encouraged him to open his lips and she pushed it deep into his mouth. He could hardly take the fill length of it inside him but after some practice he was effectively bobbing up and down on her rubber cock like any experienced whore, he knew it would be different with a real cock and a real guy rather than Naomi but he still felt a little more confident in himself. After some time, Naomi seemed to tire of his tentative sucking and began to draw the prosthetic member out of his mouth and ram it back in, flicking his face ever faster as she begun to moan with pleasure and Henry noticed that the dildo had two ends and one was rammed as far up her pussy as the other was into his mouth. Glancing across at the full length mirrors of his living room, Henry couldn't help but feel a little turned on at the seeming sight of a sexy blonde girl giving oral attention to a sensual, well hung black woman. It wasn't much later that Naomi's leaking pussy reached it's climax and she collapsed back onto the sofa with a final scream of pleasure that Henry was worried would bring the neighbours running around to the apartment to see what was going on. Naomi smiled at him.

"Thanks," she said, "I needed that," she glanced down at his leather mini and smiled again, "And it looks like you won't have too much trouble pretending to enjoy giving head."

She winked and Henry was shocked when he looked down and saw the bulge of his erect cock outlined on his black leather skirt. He hadn't even noticed how aroused the whole incident had made him.

"It looks like you're ready to go after my husband now, Helena," Naomi smiled at him again.

***

The following night Henry found himself out of the apartment as Helena for the first time and understandably he felt a little nervous about it. Thanks to Naomi he had found a bar on the edge of San Diego where he knew that James went regularly and would occasionally pick up women there. Henry knew that he would have to dress in quite an enticingly slutty way to attract James to him, he knew that the type of woman James would be likely to pick up in a bar would have to be giving him the impression that sex was a strong possibility. With this in mind, Henry had been very careful at picking out his wardrobe for the evening and had arrived at something he thought would have any man drooling and dying to try it on with him. His D-cup false breasts were barely held in by a red leather corset with black lace which was tight enough to give him a narrow feminine waist and push the breasts out further to create an impressive cleavage. He combined this corset with his favourite tiny black leather mini-skirt of the day before which showed off his smooth thighs and a pair of shiny black leather knee-high boots with six-inch heels. As a guy he knew that this sexy red and black leather ensemble would be an instant turn-on for any horny guy in a bar, while the part of him that was increasingly feminine loved the feel of the leather against his soft smooth skin. To prevent the embarrassment of the night before and revealing his true self if the touch of the leather made him a little too excited he had strapped his cock down against his leg. He was wearing long black false eyelashes that gave his eyes an enticing feminine look and glittering eye shadow, he made his lips pout further with scarlet lipstick the same colour as his little red leather corset. Topping the whole look off with his wispy blonde wig, Henry was confident that Helena was the kind of girl who would make James sit up and take notice.

The barman's leering stare at Henry's fake breasts as he handed Henry the glass of red wine he had ordered was a little disconcerting to Henry but, he had to admit it, both a little flattering and exciting. The realisation that he could have this kind of power over men was something that, deep down, Henry was beginning to enjoy. He scanned the bar for a sight of James but couldn't see him anywhere. It was still early in the evening and so Henry settled against the bar to wait, his ass in its tightly moulded leather mini sticking out provocatively to any that had to pass the bar. Henry struggled to suppress a grin when he heard a couple arguing at a table behind him. The woman was berating her boyfriend for ignoring her and instead spending all his time staring at the ass of the woman at the bar (there were no other women standing at the bar so Henry knew that this meant him). Subconsciously Henry found himself leaning over to stick the curve of his pert leather clad ass out a little further towards the guy and his girlfriend, revealing a brief glimpse of the black lace lingerie panties that he was wearing underneath, and the curve of his breasts towards the barman so he could look right down the fake cleavage. As soon as he realised what he was doing, Henry immediately stood up straight again and blushed red, but not before the woman at the table behind had slapped her boyfriend and stormed out and the boyfriend followed but not without looking back at Henry and smiling sheepishly.

As the guy left and Henry turned to watch him walk out, noticing his well toned body until he caught himself doing it and stopped himself. Henry noticed James standing at the other end of the bar, he must have come in while Henry had been caught up in the couple's argument. Henry knew that now was the time that he would have to go over and work his feminine charms on James, he knew that if he couldn't do it now then he wouldn't ever be able to. So, shaking slightly with nerves, he slid himself down the bar towards where James was drinking a bottle of Budweiser and idly letting his eyes roam around the room, checking out the talent. Henry wondered whether James had been watching him as he thrust his pert ass out, if he had then it would probably be easier to seduce him judging by the reaction of the couple behind him. Henry realised that, apart from when he ordered a glass of wine from the barman, this was the first time his act as Helena would be put to the test outside of his practice with Naomi in his apartment. Suddenly overcome with nerves, this was after all the first time he'd tried to chat up a guy, Henry found himself hanging back, tongue tied until James turned and smiled at him.

"I've been looking around and you are by far the sexiest woman in this bar," he said.

Henry cringed a little at his cheesy line but thought that he should play along, it would make things a lot easier:

"I'm Helena," he purred in the alluring feminine voice he had been practising over the past two weeks, "I just moved to San Diego and I don't know anybody at all to take care of me," at this he fluttered his extended eyelashes and smiled at him, playing the role of the helpless little girl that Naomi had assured him would attract James.

Over the next couple of hours they talked as they continued to drink, James bought Henry a few more glasses of wine which were beginning to go to his head. Henry noticed that James was totally self absorbed and only talked about himself, paying very little attention to anything Henry said. Henry was fine with that as he thought the less close attention James paid to his unperfected feminine voice and mannerisms the better, but he began to wonder what other women like Sadie saw in him. He did have a pretty great body though, did he really just think that? Henry quickly banished such thoughts from his head, he was just doing this for revenge on James and Sadie, he needed to remember that.

As the evening drew to a close, James and "Helena" were still chatting at a table in the bar but Henry felt that he hadn't really made any progress and was beginning to worry that he probably hadn't made a sufficient impression on James, he knew that guys like James would just leave and never see him again unless he did something to ensure that James came back to him. In his mind he thought back to Naomi's advice, there was something that he could do to hold James' interest and ensure his continued desire but he wasn't sure whether he was entirely ready for that. Still he did desperately want to get back at James and Sadie and this desire within him was gradually overcoming his qualms about what he needed to do to hold James' attention. Henry reached his foot out under the table and began to rub his foot in the leather boots along the inside of James' thigh as they continued to speak to each other, Henry acting as if nothing was going on. He could see by the silly smile on James' face the effect that he was having and by the look of disappointment when he took his foot away. Henry sidled around the table until he was sitting next to James and could clearly see James' bulging erection even in the dark corner of the bar where they sat. Glancing around to see that nobody was watching what they were doing, Henry reached his hand with the scarlet painted fingernails down to James' crotch and began to massage James' cock through the material of his pants, James said nothing but let out a grunt of combined surprise and pleasure.

Henry slowly unzipped the fly of James' pants and pulled out his cock, throbbing and fully erect. James opened his mouth to say something but Henry held up his finger to James' lips to stop him, he didn't think he'd be able to go through with what he was about to do if James spoke at all to break the moment. Henry right now was trying to wholly give himself up to Helena's feminine instincts and desires as he slid from his chair to his knees beneath the table. He reached his right hand up and with it began to slowly stroke James' cock while his tongue flicked out of his scarlet lips along the base of James' throbbing member. Henry pushed some of his blonde wisps from his darkly made up eyes and opened his pouting lips just a little to kiss the purple head of James' cock, slowly letting it slip into his mouth. It was warm and alive unlike Naomi's false rubber strap-on and seemed far more right to Henry at that moment. He continued to take more of James' cock into his mouth while he almost tenderly caressed it with his tongue, his right hand continued to stroke the base of it while his left hand began to fondle and play with his false silicone breasts through the sensual leather of his corset as if to constantly remind himself that he was Helena and he was acting as her desires would do. Finally, with some effort, Henry had the whole length of James' cock inside his mouth and begun, as he had on Naomi's prosthetic one, to bob his head back and forward on it, the smudge of his scarlet lipstick across James' cock served as a further push towards assuring him of his current femininity. His right hand began to caress James' balls almost of its own accord while his left continued to wander over his false chest and red leather corset.

"That's it, suck it bitch," he heard James say, "Suck my monster you slut,"

By now Henry was too involved with his acting out his effeminate role as Helena that James could now have said anything and it wouldn't have stopped him. In fact, James' dirty talk and calling "Helena" a slut just seemed to make Henry suck faster and seemingly more eagerly on James' throbbing, twitching cock. He heard a muffled hum of pleasure which for a few seconds he thought was coming from James' mouth before he realised with shock that it was coming from his own pouting scarlet lips. He didn't have long to take this all in, however, because a few seconds later he felt James' cock twitch in his mouth and heard James' give a louder grunt of pleasure which Henry worried would have been heard outside their dark corner table, but fortunately most people had left the bar. With that James' cock blew it's load and Henry felt his mouth filled with a sticky, warm, salty liquid that he swallowed as quickly as he could, but James' orgasm just seemed to go on and on and Henry's inexperienced throat couldn't keep up with it as James withdrew his cock and continued to ejaculate across Henry's face and artificially enhanced chest.

Finally he stopped and his cock began to grow limp again as Henry, face covered with sticky white liquid, emerged from beneath the table. An even bigger silly grin was spread across James' face now as he zipped his pants back up.

"Helena, I can honestly say that's one of the best blowjobs I've ever been given," he smiled at Henry.

Henry felt oddly flattered by this as he excused himself to go to the bathroom to clean himself up. For a moment he paused, about to go into the men's bathroom before looking down at himself in black leather skirt and boots, large breasts barely restrained by a red leather corset and covered in cum and decided that it was probably better to go for the other door. Sitting on the toilet in one of the stalls, fortunately having not been seen by anyone else, Henry wiped the cum from his chest and face with toilet paper. Licking around his lips and swallowing the remaining sticky juices in his mouth he was surprised by how much he enjoyed the taste of it and was suddenly reminded of how much he had enjoyed the taste of his wife's pussy the times he had come home late from work and eaten her out, the times he now knew she had been with James earlier in the day. He now realised that he had tasted and enjoyed James' cum many times before he ever took James' cock in his mouth. Lifting up his leather skirt he dropped the black lace panties to the floor and unstrapped his cock. He was quite surprised to see it spring free, erect as James' had been not that long earlier. Could it be that he was really turned on by sucking off a man? He decided that in giving in entirely to Helena's feminine desires the combination of James' cock in his mouth, the feel of the sexy leather against his smooth skin and the taste of James' cum had been a major turn-on. Sitting back against the toilet he rapidly jerked himself off, surprised by how easily and quickly he reached a climax and how much more toilet paper he used clearing up these second cum stains. One thing was for sure, that he had done enough to convince James to call Helena again, one thing he didn't know however was how he would enjoy their next meeting.

***

The following weekend was the crucial Saturday where Henry hoped his plan would finally come to fruition. After he had cleaned himself off (and jerked himself off) James had agreed to get together with him, or Helena as he thought he was getting together with, at his place which Henry knew from the address was really Sadie's and his old house where Sadie now lived with James. He had, almost involuntarily, given James a peck on the cheek as they had left the bar and the barman, seeing the spots of cum that Henry couldn't get off his red leather corset, had leered at him again, knowingly, as had the cab driver on the way back to Henry's apartment. Henry was just glad that none of them, lames in particular, had noticed the flecks of cum on his black leather skirt and wondered how they had got there. It was a Saturday afternoon when James agreed to have Helena come to his house. Henry had already ensured that Naomi would invite Sadie out for that afternoon and thereby create this opportunity for James to have the house to himself to invite Helena round. Then, Henry had agreed with Naomi, Naomi would create some reason for her and Sadie to come unexpectedly back to the house and catch James in the act with what would appear to be another woman, therefore fulfilling Henry and Naomi's desire for revenge. When they had talked the Sunday following Henry's first experience with James, Naomi had probed him with questions, trying to find out what had happened, how far Henry had gone, whether he had had to suck James off. Although he had taken Naomi into his total confidence so far, Henry suddenly a bit abashed at how turned on he had been by the whole experience and simply flushed red, he didn't know whether Naomi had guessed what that meant.

At three o'clock exactly, the time that they had agreed on, Henry found himself, as Helena once again, standing nervously on the doorstep of his old house in River Falls where his ex-wife now lived with her lover who Henry was trying to seduce. There were butterflies in his stomach and this time it wasn't just nerves about what he would have to do and whether his secret would be discovered but also a touch of excitement and anticipation about the potential thrill and pleasure he could get from taking James' cock between his pouting feminine lips. He was dressed once again in the wispy blonde wig that he had removed the hardened cum from after some effort. This time he had coupled a grey pleated mini-skirt so short it barely covered his ass in frilly pink satin panties with a tight, figure bugging pink wool sweater with three-quarter length sleeves and a very low cut v shaped neckline. He was very proud of his highly convincing fake breasts and the cleavage they created and, remembering the reaction his barely held in breasts had got at the bar, he had specifically chosen this top for its low neckline. His cleavage was further enhanced by the tightness of his sweater and the support given to his breasts by a pink satin bra with white lace that matched his pink satin panties. The short pleated mini-skirt allowed the full length of his smooth shaved legs to be seen with his pink strappy sandals with three inch heels. His finger and toe nails and lips were all painted a glossy pink colour to create a particularly girlish feminine look while his eyes were painted in a pale pink eye shadow. When he admired his pink appearance with his blonde wisps and big breasts that morning in his fall length mirrors he knew that James wouldn't be able to resist him and allowed himself a little smile at that possibility.




Revenge is Sweet



James certainly looked impressed when he answered the door to see "Helena" standing daintily on his doorstep, he was dressed in a blue shirt and navy slacks. Although he still didn't like James' personality and found him self absorbed, a part of Henry had to admit that he looked pretty good and he could begin to see why women like Sadie were attracted to him. James ushered Henry into the living room and Henry found himself suddenly very nervous. Although he had come to accept that as Helena he was really turned on by sucking James' cock and was really desperate to do it again, in the cold light of day, without any alcohol, he began to wonder whether he could sum up the nerve to do it. He sat demurely on James' sofa, his sofa as he recognised it from his previous life, with his legs crossed, the long, smooth shape of one leg dangling enticingly down to his pink sandals. James sat beside him and they engaged in awkward conversation for a while. Henry couldn't really look at him and his mind was blank for anything to say as he felt quietly embarrassed. He could tell that James didn't really know how to handle the situation, he wasn't that great at talking to women, Henry knew that from before, and they both knew that they were really here not for conversation but for sex and neither was quite sure how to initiate it.

Seeming to tire of his attempts to start conversation, James leant over and kissed Henry on the lips, forcing his tongue into Henry's mouth which involuntarily opened to allow James' tongue in. Henry was surprised and a little taken aback and for a moment could do nothing but let James' tongue invade his mouth. James seemed to take "Helena's" inactivity as a sign to continue and he leant over folly, pushing Henry back onto the sofa, and kissed him again, this time caressing his false breasts through his sweater. Once again, as he had in the bar, Henry found himself letting out an involuntary moan of pleasure at James' kiss and the closeness of his touch and was surprised to find his lips still reaching out for James' as James pulled away. He grinned in a leering way that reminded Henry of the barman the week before.

"You like that, don't you bitch?" he said and Henry astonished himself by nodding in agreement.

James was now unbuttoning his shirt to reveal the muscular chest that Henry hadn't seen since the day that he had caught James with his wife. Right now, while he was Helena, he felt a little thrill of excitement at seeing it and bent forward to start kissing James' chest leaving little pink lip marks on it. Meanwhile, James was violently pulling the tight pink sweater over Henry's head and he experienced a momentary worry that it would dislodge the blonde wisps of his wig and reveal his true identity, but he was fine. Henry now leant back on the sofa, dressed in just the grey pleated mini-skirt and the skimpy pink satin bra that was all that held his fake breasts in. James bent forward to kiss his lips again and as he did so this time Henry could feel his hands straying up his smooth thighs and inside the pleated mini-skirt towards the sexy pink satin panties and the secret they contained. Henry suddenly realised that if James got any further his secret would be revealed and his plan would be ruined. With his nerves now conquered by a more pressing desire he pushed James away from him and rapidly unzipped his pants and dropped them and James' boxers to the floor until James' athletic body was revealed, naked, before him with his firm, erect cock jutting out before it.

Henry got to his knees and began the same routine as in the bar the week before, slowly stroking James' shaft while planting soft kisses around his head, flicking out his tongue, he drew a string of pre-cum from James' cock and slurped it up like a string of spaghetti. Naomi had agreed to bring Sadie in around 4:00 that afternoon and it was barely gone three. Henry knew that things had gone far quicker than he had expected and if he was going to allow Sadie to catch them in the act then he would have to slow things down. So he began to playfully tease James' cock and balls with his tongue and pink manicured fingers, but James was having none of it. Holding Henry by the back of his blonde wispy wig he pushed his hard throbbing cock between Henry's lips, Henry offered little resistance as James shoved the full length of his cock down Henry's throat before withdrawing and thrusting his cock back into Henry's mouth. Although James had enjoyed the blowjob that Henry had given him in the bar, this time it was James that took total control, violently thrusting his cock into Henry's mouth while he held the back of Henry's head for leverage. Not that Henry was offering up too much resistance to this, as James' cock slid in and out of his mouth he found himself ever more turned on, moaning in pleasure as he used his free hands to caress his breasts through the thin pink satin of his bra while James groaned with joy himself and started to say things like:

"That's it you little slut, that's what you want isn't it bitch? You want my cock inside you don't you?" Henry could only moan appreciatively at this talk as James began to thrust his cock more and more vigorously into his waiting, anticipating mouth.

Henry was glad his cock was strapped down again as he knew this whole experience was turning him on, there was no point denying it now, he was loving taking this man's cock in his mouth, dressed as a sexy, slutty woman. It didn't take many more feverish thrusts into Henry's mouth to send James' over the edge. Once again, as he had done in the bar, he grunted as his cock twitched and spewed it's tasty warm juices deep down Henry's eagerly awaiting throat. This time Henry eagerly and slightly more skilfully managed to lap most of it up before letting James withdraw and spurt a little more across his face. He licked around his lips, savouring all the extra cum on his face, giving a big grin of pleasure at the experience that he had just had.

James had pushed Henry down to the floor now and was kissing along his neck and down towards the false silicone breasts encased in the pink satin bra, his cock was already growing hard with arousal once more and a flush of pride rushed through Henry's mind that as Helena he could have such an affect on men. Once more James began to stroke Henry's smooth, bare thigh, progressing up the grey skirt towards his pink satin panties and the surprise they contained. Henry realised that he would have to stop James now and reveal his secret, he was still incredibly turned on by all this and didn't want to do anything to break the moment but didn't know how James would react when he found out and so wanted to reveal it to him first. He pushed James back off him and stood up.

"There's something you should know about me," he purred in Helena's feminine voice, he was so used to using it and it felt so right to do so dressed like this that he didn't stop now.

He reached under the pleated grey skirt and pulled his panties down to his ankles, unstrapping his cock as he did so. He stepped out of the sexy little pink satin panties trimmed with white lace so now he was dressed in just the matching pink bra, the grey pleated mini-skirt and strappy pink shoes. Standing up straight, he lifted the grey mini-skirt to reveal his own cock, standing as erect as James'. James' face fell with shock for a moment but Henry noticed that his cock didn't but remained standing aroused and excited, if anything more so now.

"Helena, y. .you're a shemale?" he stammered as Henry realised that James still hadn't realised it was him but was instead assuming he'd picked up a shemale.

Henry realised that he could use this assumption. There was something he wanted right now, something he felt he needed to make his womanhood complete, he could no longer think about revenge, about Sadie. Such things didn't matter to him any longer, he had completely forgotten his reason for being here. All he wanted now, all he desired, was to feel James' firm hard cock inside him, all he wanted was for James to flick him like a woman.

"Does that bother you?" he purred, particularly enticingly.

James' cock was still quivering and erect and Henry leant down and began to stroke it as James gave a moan of pleasure, he didn't seem to be giving much resistance to being jerked off by a shemale so Henry moved on to giving his cock a quick suck, making sure to slobber on plenty of saliva, he knew that it would be needed to provide lubrication on his virgin ass. As James was offering no more resistance and indeed was moaning with pleasure, Henry decided to take the initiative and pushed James' naked body to the floor, his erect cock sticking up from his body. The situation of earlier was totally reversed as Henry now took the lead, spreading his smooth, feminine legs he sat himself astride James' athletic body and, hoisting his grey mini-skirt just a little, he began to lower his9ert ass onto James' large, erect cock. He gave a short, feminine squeal of pain as James' cock, however lubricated his saliva made it, squeezed into his tight virgin anus. Gradually, and painfully, he managed to impale himself totally on James' cock, Henry felt as if it was stuck right deep into him in a way that, although painful, made him, somehow complete and fulfilled. Slowly he slid himself back up James' cock until he felt a disappointing feel of emptiness in his ass, before ramming himself back down onto James' firm, hard member. The combined feeling of pain and total ecstasy as James' cock once more filled his ass was so astonishing he gave out a squeal of joy and almost felt himself cum right there. As the total extremes of pleasure and pain began to die down a little, he began to grind himself up and down on James' cock as if he was the kind of slut who had been riding men all her life. James, for his part, seemed no longer to care whether "Helena" was really a woman, he was having a great time and reached up to fondle Henry's pert, large false breasts through the thin satin bra. Henry moaned and screamed like a whore as he continued to grind down on James' cock:

"Fuck my ass you stud, fuck me like the slutty whore I am. I want your cock deep inside me," he screamed, "I want to be fucked like a woman."

As he could feel James growing towards a potential climax, Henry lifted his pleated mini-skirt further and began to jerk off his own throbbing cock in time with his riding James' until James, for the second time that afternoon, grunted with pleasure and let his cock explode, blowing a huge load of warm, sticky cum to fill Henry's ass. Prompted by James' own ejaculation and his stroking of his cock, Henry felt his cock twitch in his hand and explode, cumming right over his skirt and James' chest right up to James' face, Henry noticed a look of pleasure on James' face as he caught Henry's cum on his tongue and tasted it. It was the greatest pleasure of Henry's life so far, continuously spewing his cum all over James' hot, athletic body while his ass continued to be stimulated by James' cock inside it and the huge loads of cum James filled his ass with. Both of them continued to ejaculate for what seemed like forever before James' cock finally dropped, limp from Henry's ass.

"That was amazing Helena," James sighed as they lay on the living room carpet together, Henry lapping up his cum from his wife's lover's chest, "Your ass was sooo tight, it felt extraordinary. I've never cum like that before in my life."

Henry smiled and pulled James' face towards his, planting a deeply passionate kiss on James' lips, using his tongue to push his cum down James' throat. James offered no objections and, indeed seemed to enjoy the kiss very much. So much in fact that for the third time that afternoon his cock began to twitch and become erect.

"You think your orgasm was great," purred Henry, "You should try it my way!"

"What's it like?" said James, licking Henry's cum from around his lips, "What does it feel like?"

"Oh, it's the most intense pleasure in the world, you've never felt anything like it," suddenly Henry was struck with an idea, "Now's the time for you to find out," he purred.

James looked confused for a moment before he realised what Henry was suggesting and backed off a little, his face deeply anxious and nervy. His cock, however, had totally sprung to attention and it was this arousal, coupled with his own building excitement, that spurred Henry on.

"Trust me, it's amazing. And nobody would ever have to know," he could see James' will weakening, like himself a little earlier he could tell that James really wanted to experience this, so he took control once again, "Just get on your hands and knees."

James' will was clearly broken by his desire now as he got his athletic body onto all fours with his toned buns pointing in the air. Henry licked his lips in anticipation of pushing his cock between them. He spat on his hand and covered James' anus with saliva, then he slowly inserted his pink manicured finger up James' ass. James gave a hum of pleasure and his anus tightened around Henry's finger.

"Mmmm, Helena that feels good," he moaned.

"This is just my finger, you'll have to relax a little to let my cock in."

Henry withdrew his finger from James' ass and James' ass seemed to reach back up towards him, in need of being filled once more. Henry lifted his pleated skirt once more and spat on his hands, lubricating his cock with his saliva before positioning the head of it just about to enter James' ass. After a moment's pause he began to shove his trembling erect cock up into James' awaiting ass. James' virgin anus was so tight around Henry's cock that Henry felt far more stimulated than he ever had fucking a woman's pussy even though it was quite an effort to force his cock into James' ass. James gave a massive scream of pain and Henry could see tears in his eyes.

"Come on, if a dainty woman like me can take it surely a big strong guy like you can," Henry berated him, "Or maybe you don't want it anymore."

With that he withdrew his cock mostly from James' ass and, as he thought it would, James' ass rose to meet his cock, trying to fill the emptiness inside him.

"No, I want it Helena," he said, "I want your cock in my ass Helena, FUCK MEEEE!"

He screamed this last word in pleasure as Henry obliged his wishes, shoving his cock back, deep into James' ass. Soon, Henry was rhythmically thrusting in and out of James' ass, tearing into him with a force and vigour that James had fucked his face earlier that afternoon. The tears streaming down James' face were now tears of ecstasy as he moaned, groaned and yelped with pleasure. Henry meanwhile was almost as turned on by the tight grip of James' virgin ass around his erect cock. That grip only got tighter as James raced towards his orgasm, aided by nothing but the vigorous thrusts of Henry's cock into his ass, and began to scream out:

"I'm cumming, fuck me Helena, I'm cumming!"

And it was at that exact moment that the door swung open and in walked Naomi and Sadie, completely unaware of the shocking sight they were about to see. Caught up in the joy of the moment, Henry had completely forgotten his plan and their impending arrival and was caught as surprised as everyone else by their sudden appearance which was too late to do anything to stop his orgasm as his cock blew its warm, salty liquid up James' ass and James' own orgasm as he ejaculated all across his chest and the carpet. Naomi looked shocked for a moment at how far things had gone before her face re-arranged itself in a smirking grin directed at Henry. Sadie was far more shocked and for a while stood totally still, staring as if unable to believe her eyes. From her point of view, the sight she beheld would have been her lover James, naked, on his hands and knees, being flicked up the ass doggy style by a sexy blonde woman in a pink satin bra and grey pleated mini-skirt. As Henry withdrew from James' ass, his cock still dripping cum and walked across the room to put the tight pink wool sweater back on, James still knelt on the floor looking totally abashed and confused. Sadie strode over and slapped him across the face:

"What the fuck do you think you're doing you fag?" she yelled at him, "Pack up your things slutboy because I want you out of this house by this evening," with that she stormed out of the room, leaving James shell-shocked still crouched on the living room floor.

Still looking abashed, James turned to Henry, a pleading look in his eyes, "Helena. . ." was all he said. "Sorry James, but you're just not man enough for a woman like me," Henry smiled at him and handed him her discarded pink satin panties, "You can keep these as a memento of the day that I popped your cherry."

With that Henry and Naomi strode out of the living room and away from the house, leaving James humiliated, used, naked and stained in cum on the living room floor. Henry now realised his plan had worked better than he could ever have hoped, he'd got his revenge on Sadie, she'd had to break up with James, and on James, who Henry knew would never quite be the same again, and with all that he had broken with all the ties of his old life and launched himself into an exciting new world of sexual discovery.

THE END

Look out for Part 2, "Personal Assistance".



Revenge is Sweet



I stared at the photos in the album not quite believing my eyes. It had to be him but I wasn't sure.

"Have you photos of when Paul and you were younger?" I asked. Louise flicked through a wallet and handed me a photo from the early 1980's. Talk about a small world, it was him!

I was 39 years old then and I'd been seeing Louise for almost 9 months. She was just my style of girl; she had a petite 5' 3" frame and short blonde hair in a really nice style. It was her smile that really drew me to her. She worked in a lawyer's office just outside Dublin and I was a self-employed computer technician. The day I walked in the door of her office she was thumbing through files on the reception desk. She looked at me and smiled and I was hooked. It was a lovely morning as I set about updating their computer system to something more this century. Louise was lovely with me and constantly checked to see if I was okay as I beavered away installing their new hardware.

She invited me to lunch in the nearby café that day. When my work was finished I wanted to see her again so that weekend we went on our first date and that was the beginning of our relationship. 

Louise was separated... Her idiot ex-husband was caught by police one night shagging some local tart up against the wall in a back alley. It turned out he had been a naughty boy and had a string of illicit affairs to his name. After the business with the local bike, a few more ladies with stories came out of the woodwork and Louise threw him out. Her married life seemed to follow a familiar pattern. She married, had a kid and piled on weight. She said her ex seemed to be tired most nights and their sex life faded. Truth was he was getting it elsewhere. After he was gone Louise had a mission to re-invent herself and lost almost 75lbs, she cut her hair and dyed it blonde. She kept her "before" photo on the refrigerator as motivation. Hard to believe this gigantic woman with more chins than a Hong Kong phone directory and arms like a wrestler was the same little cutie that I was sleeping with now.

Her husband wanted her back. One Sunday afternoon as we lay in bed he called to the house and was down in the hallway crying saying he still loved her. I felt pity for the poor sod as he pleaded and begged her to take him back. It was all to no avail as he was told to go and the door was slammed hard after him.

She had one daughter called Roxanne. The name was her husband's idea who of course was a big fan of The Police. When I heard her name I wondered if he had really listened carefully to the words of the song. Roxanne was no kid though. She was 18 years old and was developing into a lovely young lady. 

"Will you pick Roxanne up from work honey?" Louise asked. "I'll get dinner ready." 

I took the ten-minute drive and killed the engine of my Audi A4 opposite the back gates of Roxanne's factory and she appeared after a few minutes. It was a warm summer evening and Roxanne was suitably dressed for the weather if somewhat underdressed. She seemed squeezed into a pair of cream shorts and boy were they short and seemed to hug every crevice of her young lower body. Her vest type cotton top was also from when she was a size smaller and clung tightly to her upper body. She wore an overall in work but she seemed to gather a little fan club to ogle her when she left every evening. She must have tested the blood pressure of every male in Digimark Technologies. I wasn't sure if she retained a degree of innocence or if she was an out and out tease.

Roxanne planted herself on the passenger seat and threw her bag in the footwell. The scent of Tommy Girl replaced the fading vanilla scent of my Homer Simpson air freshener. She sat back, pulled on her seat belt and as per usual pulled down the sun visor to check her appearance in the vanity mirror. 

"They're such a pack of horny bastards!" She exclaimed as we drove away from the gates of her factory. I smiled as I looked into the rear view mirror watching a group of her male colleagues waving and leering after her. "All they want is to get into my pants." She added.

"Not sure if there would be room in them." I replied.

I had a great relationship with Louise and the sex was great... We enjoyed candle lit dinners, a shared bath surrounded by candles and slow sensual massages again surrounded by yes you guessed it... Candles! We both just liked sharing mutual pleasure. 

In the last couple of weeks though I was developing a little distraction... The daughter. When I met Louise, I just saw Roxanne as a sweet kid. But Roxanne was changing, physically and mentally. She used to be a bit quiet with me but now we were bonding more and talked more. Each day I found myself looking at her more and more in what might be considered an inappropriate manner. I hoped the thoughts would pass and it was just a phase I was going through. 

A big advantage of being self-employed is you make your own hours. Today I was not due to see my first client till 10am so when Louise headed off to work at 8am I settled down on the sofa with a cup of coffee to relax and watch SKY news. I could hear the refrigerator opening in the kitchen so Roxanne was up. She came in to join me in the sitting room and I nearly had a stroke as she walked past me. She had dispensed with her dressing gown and was only wearing a skimpy satin nightie that just about covered her arse. As she breezed by me I couldn't help but glance sideways as she took a seat on the La-Z-Boy recliner under the window. I would describe her as athletic build. Louise said she took after her father; he was 6 feet tall and played football and kept himself in good condition. It was like she knew of my feet and leg fetish as she lay back slowly raising her bare legs and the soles of her feet. 

My heart hammered in my chest but I stared at the TV trying to keep my mind off her. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her cross her legs and rub her foot up and down her leg... She can read my mind, I thought to myself. I was highly aroused and I felt guilty about it... I didn't even want to look in her direction and wanted her to go and get dressed.

"Did my mother ever tell you about Darren?" She asked me. 

I turned my head to her... She looked into her glass. Through the large window the morning sun bounced off her shiny raven hair.

"Yes she mentioned him... She didn't like it that he took advantage of you when you were only 16 years old." 

"He didn't take advantage... I loved him. It wasn't some overnight fling. We practically grew up together. She makes it sound sordid. She stopped us being together. He's in Canada now and I should be with him but thanks to her there is no chance of that, but one day I'll hurt her like she did to me."

"Oh come on Roxanne, she is your mother. She looks after your best interests."

"Yeah right... I know she fancied Darren like mad. She had her new body and her new haircut and she seen him as her lab rat. She was on a dating website and dated a few guys off it. I think she was seeing 3 guys at once. Then she wanted the attentions of my 20-year-old boyfriend and threw herself at him. She was pathetic when he called, like a teenage schoolgirl. Funny how he was welcome here at first and she knew we were at it. She came onto him and he rejected her advances, he told me that. That was when she turned against him and told him to keep away. He obliged and broke off with me. I'll get her back; I try to think what that might be... Break up HER relationship... Maybe I'll get someone she loves into bed. I think that will settle the score. What do you think?" 

"Did you say she was on a dating website?" I asked changing the subject slightly so my blood pressure would go back to normal.

"Ha, did she not tell you? Yeah, just before she met you, it's called lets-b-friends.com or something like that. She loved the attention she got on that too."

"Go get dressed Rox, I'm off to work. See you tonight ok." I jumped up from the sofa, grabbed my car keys and got out. I now had an even bigger problem. It was bad enough that I was thinking sexually about my possible stepdaughter but from what she said this morning it sounded like she was ready to jump into bed with me to get back at her mother as an act of revenge over a lost first love. 

That evening I made an excuse and didn't collect Roxanne from work and only arrived for dinner at 7pm. At the table Roxanne kept looking at me and smiling and I didn't know where to look. How would I deal with this? 

After dinner Roxanne went out leaving just Louise and myself to open a bottle of wine and chill out meaning I could stop thinking about ending up in bed with her daughter. She dug out some photo albums and for the first time I seen her ex-husband. It wasn't until the old photos came out that it clicked with me whom he was. Not only were we in the same school but also we were in the same class. 

"You know him?" She asked. 

"Yeah we were in school together," I replied. I lowered the last of my wine then kissed her on the lips. "Bed?" I enquired. She didn't answer but got to her feet and took my hand. Something came over me that night and I was more aggressive in our lovemaking than normal. As her daughter came into my head I didn't feel guilty and as I was inside her I imagined it was her daughter. I imagined Roxanne's silky black hair against my cheek and pictured her daughter's long legs wide open beneath me. I ejaculated with an intensity that I'd not felt for a long time. 

"Wow!" Louise exclaimed... "Where did that come from? I thought you'd put me into the room next door" 

I didn't reply and just kissed her cheek and fell to the bed to get my breath back. Louise fell asleep but I didn't for a while. I stared at the ceiling and listened to the sounds outside, the dogs barking and the footsteps of the people going by. I questioned myself. All my life I was the nice guy only giving and never taking. Now I wanted to take. The big question was how would I feel if I changed from the mild mannered guy to the evil rat? I couldn't answer but maybe it would be taken out of my hands and temptation would lead me astray.

That night I had a crazy dream about being chased around a supermarket by a lion. I woke up with a start happy to be in a cosy bed under the duvet and not being dinner for some big cat. It was nearly nine o'clock and it was dead quiet, they must be all gone to work I thought. Then I heard the bathroom door closing and the sound of the shower so Roxanne was still here. When the door opened again I jumped out of bed to go to the bathroom. She was standing on the landing brushing her hair wearing just a large white towel. 

We just smiled at each other. This area was quite narrow and I held her hips as I brushed by her. My nose almost touched her wet hair and it smelled sweet like peaches. She just looked so gorgeous and was clean and fresh. I tried to contain my desires but it wasn't easy. I threw cold water on my face, brushed my teeth and told myself how wrong my desires were. I opened the bathroom door expecting her to be back in her room, but she wasn't, she was just outside the door still brushing her hair in front of the large mirror. A towel still only covered her and if she brushed too vigorously it would fall to the floor and if it did I don't think I'd be able to control myself. 

"Have you no work today?" I asked her, feeling a little embarrassed standing before her in a pair of boxers that clung to my semi-erect manhood. 

"No," she replied, "I've a few days off. What are you planning to do with yourself today?" She asked. 

"Nothing much... Only one job on about 3pm but I have to go and see your mother for lunch first." 

She had too much flesh showing; legs, neck, shoulders, tops of her breasts and cleavage. I wanted to grab the towel and reap the pleasures that lay beneath it. "Go for it!" A little voice inside me said. But I wouldn't...I couldn't, it wasn't right. She turned away from the mirror to stand right in front of me. I stared into her hazel eyes, then I reached out and I pulled her into me to kiss her. Her silky lips were warm and soft but I was afraid I'd gone too far. 

"I'm sorry." I said hanging my head. 

"Don't be." She replied. She reached up and put her arms around my neck and invited my lips back down to where they had been. This time I felt her tongue brush my lips so I opened my mouth to accept it. Her tongue explored my mouth and wrestled with my tongue. Then she pulled away.

"Come on." She whispered. She led me by the hand into her bedroom and gestured me into her bed. I slid beneath the duvet as she closed the door after us. 

Her bedroom was a typical teenage girl's room with Westlife and Brad Pitt posters on the wall. She pushed the power button on her JVC music system, pressed play and Robbie Williams set the scene with the song "Angels." She stood at the bed and removed her towel. Her young body was everything I could have imagined. She climbed into bed beside me and we kissed. I stroked her cheek as our tongues entwined and her sweet scent filled my nostrils. She lowered her hand and felt my erection as if checking to see if I was sufficiently aroused. I removed my boxers and our warm naked bodies almost blended into one. I ran my fingers through her damp hair and drew my fingers down her soft cheek. She closed her eyes relishing my touch. I kissed her once again and let my hand continue exploring her, down her neck, down her arm then back up. As I touched her breast she sucked in a sharp breath. Then when I took a nipple between my fingers she whimpered softly. There was no way I would back out now... She had made up my mind for me. 

There was not much foreplay that morning. Our kisses became deep and passionate then she pushed me on to my back and bit my breast. She threw her leg over me with great agility and leaned down on my shoulders pinning me to the bed. She looked towards the ceiling and closed her eyes just gyrating her warm pussy on my throbbing cock. She took control and with two fingers placed the tip of my cock between her pussy lips and just rubbed them for a few seconds before feeding my length inside her slippery love-passage. She let out a loud groan as her crotch came to rest on my pelvis with every inch of my hardness buried deep inside her. She took off riding me hard. I took a breast in each hand then rolled her nipples between my fingers. She gritted her teeth and groaned and rode me harder till I felt like I was about to cum. 

"Stop please," I said breathlessly and patted the bed for her to lie beside me.

She stopped and lay down beside me. Her chest rose up and down as she fought for breath. I leaned over and kissed her. Once again our tongues wrestled then I kissed her cheek, her neck and when I licked her ear she gasped and her legs opened wide now ready to accept my hardness again. I lay between her legs and we kissed deeper. Her coarse pubic hair scoured my sensitive knob till it brushed aside her wet lips and slowly forced its way into her. Her vagina was at first reluctant to accept the intruder so I pushed harder. She moaned loudly as my throbbing prick forced it's way into her. She was incredibly tight; her warm love passage gripped me like a vice.

"Aaah yes!" She sighed as a smile replaced the pained look on her face. I just slid my manhood out to the tip then launched it inside her again. "Aah!" She sighed again. "Don't stop please." 

I thrust harder and harder, her moans spurred me on. The bed shook and the headboard rattled off the wall. My balls ached and I could feel my seed building up in my heavy sack. Then, I shook as orgasm gripped me and with a loud groan I pumped my hot spunk inside her. I fell down on the bed fighting for breath. After a few seconds she reacted first and raised herself up. She looked down at me smiling then leaned down to tenderly kiss my lips.

"Did you enjoy that?" She enquired with a satisfied smile. 

"You know, I thought you'd slap me when I kissed you." I said. 

"You must be joking." She replied. "Why do you think I spent so much time brushing my hair? I was determined to get you into bed sooner or later." 

She placed her head on my chest and we both lapsed into post coital slumber. I woke at 11:45pm and gently released myself from her grip. She woke up.

"Do you have to go?" She asked sounding disappointed. 

"I told your mother I'd be down to her at twelve so I'd better shift." 

Louise worked for a small local law partnership. I got down to the office just after twelve. 

"Hi honey!" She said cheerily. "What have you been up to?" 

"Oh nothing much I replied, just watched TV and slept with Roxanne... I mean watched TV with Roxanne and slept." 

"I hope she didn't bore you too much?" She added. 

"No honestly, she's been great company. Maybe I bored her." I said. 

She got up from her desk and walked over to lock the door. The office was quite old and even though it had been re-decorated it seemed rather dark and eerie. One wall was a complete bookcase filled with what seemed like very old law books. The two lawyers desks had piles of brown files on them in what seemed like a total mess with no order. They were two old brothers that must have been stuck in a bit of a time warp and not yet really embraced computer technology. 

"Where are the chuckle brothers?" I enquired. 

"Court," she replied. "I missed you." She added putting her arms around my neck. I held her around the waist and hoped my prick would come to life soon so as not to arouse suspicion. 

One of Louise's little thrills was making love in public places. She liked to do it in her office and we had done it in both our cars and in various fields.

"Kiss me." She said. Our lips met and our tongues entwined. My prick came alive ready to do business once again. She pulled away, undid her black skirt and let it drop to the floor. Then she kicked off her black stiletto shoes. 

"Leave them on." I said. 

She stared into my eyes and slowly unbuttoned her plain white cotton blouse giving me a tantalizing glimpse of her white lacy bra underneath. I tried to match her pace or lack of and unbuttoned my denim shirt. She reached behind and undid her bra and let it slowly fall down her arms then she threw it to the floor on top of her blouse. She turned around and slowly slid her panties down her hips and let them fall where she expertly threw them with her foot to join her other clothes. I was now stepping out of my jeans revealing my erect cock making a tent out of my boxers. 

She cleared a space on the desk as I removed my underwear. She sat up on the desk and as I moved in to embrace her she hooked her legs around my waist. My rock hard prick probed through her pubic hair and silky lips and slid inside her. 

She groaned loudly and dug her heels into my arse as I thrust my hardness rhythmically up into her. The desk shook and the brass banker's lamp on it rattled. I could see the figures of the people going by outside through the frosted glass. I built up speed shagging her harder. I felt my climax was near but I loved taking her from behind so I withdrew to allow her to change position. She got off the desk, turned her back to me and leaned on the desk and spread her legs, inviting me in from behind. Once again I entered her. She loved it like this. She moaned and whimpered on every thrust of my prick. My pelvis slapped her bum-cheeks. Then, I felt my legs weaken as my balls unleashed their hot load up into her. 

"Ah yes!" She sighed. "I needed that." The phone rang and I got dressed as she chatted away to a client still naked, if that client could see her now I thought. 

The following day Louise woke me with a kiss and I knew she was up for sex again but I just pretended to be asleep. I was hoping for another roll around the bed with her daughter and I wanted to save my energy and my semen for her. I had an evil little plan in my head.




Revenge is Sweet



Just before 8.30am the front door slammed and I heard the familiar sound of the Volkswagen Golf pull out of the driveway. Within 2 minutes the bedroom door opened and Roxanne peered in. "Good morning." She said cheerily. 

"Good morning." I replied. 

She walked in the door and closed it behind her. She was wearing a satin dressing gown that stopped just above her knee. It was cream coloured with a rose pattern on it. She walked slowly to the bed and stood in front of me smiling. She placed two thumbs into the belt and opened it slowly; she peeled it over her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. My heart skipped a beat as I feasted my eyes on her incredible body. The blood pumped through my manhood making it rock-hard ready to screw her senseless. 

"Well what do you think?" She asked. 

"You're absolutely beautiful." I said swallowing hard as my mouth dried up. I threw back the duvet to invite her in revealing my throbbing manhood standing to attention. 

"Looks like he likes it." She said feasting her eyes on her new toy. She giggled childishly as she slid under the duvet to join me. I took hold of her and relished the feel of her young naked body. I held her tight and kissed her. My hot prick pressed into her belly. I ran my hand down her soft warm back and over her buttock then down her leg. 

"You must have been popular with the boys in school." I whispered in her ear.

"I suppose I was, and with a few teachers too. Not only male I might add. The Physical Education instructor took her role literally and groped me in the shower."

"Bloody hell," I exclaimed. "Did you report her?"

"No, there was no point... Who'd have believed me? I told her to piss off or I would report her so she kept her distance."

"Do you mmmm, still have your school uniform?" I asked her. 

"Ha ha, yes of course I do."

"Wanna play a game?" I whispered.

"What sort of game?"

"I have something to show you." I said.

"I've seen it." She replied. 

"No not that." I said. "Wait." I went to the wardrobe and took out my SONY Handycam and tripod. 

"What the fuck?" She shrieked pulling the duvet up to her face. 

"Relax." I replied to assure her. "If you do not like what you see I'll delete it ok?" 

"What is the game?"

"Well I was thinking of you dressing in your uniform and I'm your teacher. You call to see me for mmmm, extra lessons."

"I wanted to be in movies," she said, "This is not really what I had in mind. Okay I'll do it but this better not end up on some porno site ok?" 

"Don't be ridiculous." I once again assured her. I got dressed and took my cam downstairs to the sitting room, as she got ready. 

After about 10 minutes she appeared and once again my heart almost stopped. She was holding a few books for authenticity but she made some "schoolgirl." She had certainly developed a bit since she last wore it. 

"You went to school like that?" I said staring at her. "No wonder the dyke touched you up."

Her uniform was a green sweater, white blouse, green tie and a green tartan skirt. I'm sure at some point it went somewhere near her knees but today it was halfway up her thighs. White knee socks and black patent leather high shoes completed the ensemble. Her long hair was now tied back in a ponytail. 

"Okay, no script let's just have a bit of fun and see how it turns out." I set up the cam, and we got ready for our masterpiece. So followed a total heap of trash but it was not meant for Hollywood. I was making it for a reason so it didn't matter what the content was like as long as we were on film having sex.

She really got into her role as the student that was struggling with her lessons and worse she was finding it hard to make the money for her extra tuition. Maybe there was something that I could think of to help her in her predicament. 

"You are a naughty girl but I'm sure I can think of something Miss Kelly." I said. "Maybe, I will have to punish you."

"Oh no, you're not going to make me watch Riverdance are you?"

"No I'm not that cruel, just a little spanking ok? Now get up and lean over your armchair."

"Yes sir," She replied. She got up from her chair turned and leaned her hands down on it.

I lifted her skirt and pulled her white cotton panties down to her knees. I slapped her bare buttocks but not too hard. She made a theatrical ow sound but I slapped her again and again harder each time until her pale skinned arse turned red.

"Okay Miss Kelly I can offer you some free tuition if you agree to help me in other ways." I said.

"Oh yes anything sir."

"I want you to come upstairs with me and we will continue in the bedroom when you can mmmm, help me."

"Oh I'm not sure I can move furniture."

"Funny fucker aren't you?" I muttered under my breath. "No miss Kelly there are other ways that you can help me though maybe the headboard will move a bit in what I have planned for you."

We changed location to the bedroom and we began scene 2. First I sat on the edge of the bed and Roxanne sat in the wicker chair beside the bed. 

"Okay Miss Kelly. I will teach you for free but you will take care of me in the bedroom. That will be your way of paying me. Understand?"

"Yes," she replied coyly.

I stood up and kicked off my shoes, I opened my pants and let them fall to the floor. I removed my boxers revealing my erect prick and then I sat on the bed.

"Okay Miss Kelly, you know what to do... Suck it and earn your tuition. Suck your way to university ok?"

She got out of the chair and dropped to her knees in front of me. She just looked at my cock for a moment, looked at me and looked at it again. She was really getting into her part as the timid schoolgirl. She gently took hold of my manhood just kissed the very tip. She then flicked her tongue on the tip as she delicately dragged the fingernails of her other hand along my balls. She was unbelievable and must have watched a lot of porno movies to develop this technique. She then took my hardness in her mouth and each time she lowered her mouth on it she took it in deeper. I noticed she was glancing sideways at the camera now and again making sure she looked good. 

I was just dying to see her beautiful naked body again so I reached down and took hold of the bottom of her sweater and pulled at it. She stopped sucking and raised her arms allowing me to remove it.

"You want me naked sir?" She asked.

I didn't answer and just let her do it. She stood up standing inches from me and began to strip; first she took off her tie and slowly unbuttoned her white blouse and pulled it out of her skirt. She lost the coy look and smiled at me knowing I was loving this. She undid her skirt and let it drop to the floor. The she removed her bra revealing her gorgeous breasts. Next were the socks and she had painted her toenails and that just drove me crazy. Lastly were her panties... Her black pubic hair spilled out a bit at the sides and you could make out her black triangle under the skimpy white cotton. She lowered them to her ankles and stood out of them.

"On the bed," I said still in my mock masterful tone.

She lay on her back and parted her legs slightly as I removed my shirt. I kneeled between her legs and lifted them up so she could rest her legs on my shoulders with a foot on either side of my face. I ran my hands down her legs and closed my eyes enjoying the feel of her skin. I rubbed a cheek against each foot and found myself drifting off into some other world. I could have just stayed like this but for my uncomfortable erection, which was almost probing her pussy, throbbing to remind me of its desires. I took a small foot and kissed it, I licked the sole and sucked her big toe. I gently bit the ball of her foot and she winced a bit. I slowly continued up her soft leg to her thigh. Her pink pussy lips glistened through her pubic hair. I gently let her legs down took up a position so I could lick her.

With 2 fingers I parted her lips so her clitoris would be exposed and when it was I gently licked it. I inserted 2 fingers of my left hand inside her to find her G-spot. She squirmed on the bed as my fingers probed into her cervix and I sucked and licked her clitoris. My middle finger seemed to find a strawberry-like bud on the inside of her pubic bone and as I did she arched her back and groaned loudly. Every now and then her body seemed to spasm in orgasm. She was now out of breath and I felt like if I didn't blow inside her soon it would end up on the sheets.

"Okay miss Kelly, get up on all fours." I ordered. She obliged, turned over and assumed the position... I went to the cam and zoomed in on her beautiful arse. I got back on the bed and slid my manhood into her wet love passage. When I was deep inside her I just stopped, closed my eyes and savoured the feel of her warm insides caressing my throbbing cock. I looked down at this beautiful creature and couldn't believe my luck that I was screwing an 18 year-old at my age. I momentarily withdrew, leaned over to the bedside cabinet and took out a tube of KY Gel. 

I slid my hardness back inside her and slowly screwed her again as I opened the KY. I put some on my middle finger and as my cock filled her pussy I began probing her arsehole. 

"Ouch!" She shrieked jumping a bit. 

"Have you ever had it in the arse?" I enquired. 

"Not yet." She replied. 

"Well miss Kelly, today is the day you lose your anal virginity."

"Okay." She agreed. 

Just the tip of my finger was in her arsehole so I put on more KY and pushed it in more up to my knuckle. She groaned loudly burying her face in the pillow. I very gently slid my finger in and out till it got easier but she still groaned. 

"Do you like it in the arse?" I asked. 

"Yes," she grunted into the pillow.

I pulled my manhood out of her pussy and smeared a load more KY on it. I gently probed her arsehole with my knob and pushed slowly. She now bit the pillow and groaned louder. 

I felt like one of us would bleed... My foreskin was stinging and I knew she was hurting. I slid out a bit and back in again until every inch of my cock was buried deep in her arse. As my movements got quicker she stifled a scream into the pillow but there was no stopping now. I had to go for it... Every muscle from my waist down was aching but I kept pumping her hole with every last bit of strength I could muster from my weakening body. 

She was rubbing her pussy furiously as I fucked her. 

"Rrrrrhhhhhh!" She screamed into the pillow. 

"Oooh!" I groaned as my balls contracted and spewed their hot creamy load into her rectum. I held it there and contracted my balls wanting to give her every last drop. She again bit the pillow as I slid out of her.

"Wait." I said. "Don't move." I slowly got off the bed thinking my legs would give way and got the cam off the tripod and zoomed in on her arse. My semen was starting to ooze out of her enlarged anus. 

"How was that miss Kelly?" I enquired. 

"Fucking painful!" She replied. "I won't be able to sit for a week." She slowly got off the bed and walked very slowly to the bathroom. She ran a bath and soaked in it as I settled for a shower. I smiled contentedly as I soaped my cock and the hot water ran over me. 

I changed the bedding and threw the sheets in the washing machine, as there was too much body fluid on it. I packed my cam away and went back to my own house where I watched my latest movie. Well it was just a home movie but it showed Roxanne's face and everything that we did today and that could go in the case with the one that her mother and me made. They were so alike in a lot of ways and Louise was a pillow biter too. 

That night Roxanne was a bit quiet and she seemed to be a bit uncomfortable at the table during dinner. 

"You okay?" I asked her. 

"Yes," she replied with a nervous glance at her mother. I think I ate something last night that didn't agree with me. In the toilet all day." I smiled at her as her mother ate her dinner oblivious to what her daughter and me had been up to. 

The next day I called to see Louise in her office. The lawyers were there so we didn't have a repeat performance of before. 

"So how is Steve?" I asked her. 

"Who?" She replied.

"Steve." I said again. 

"I don't think I know anybody called Steve." She said nervously. 

"Really? Tell you what Louise you need to change your Yahoo password. I mean your maiden name and your year of birth? That is only slightly worse than your dog's name. Too easy." It was hitting home. 

"I don't understand you." She said backing into a corner. I pulled the printed emails from my envelope and read. 

"I miss you darling, see you soon, thank you for a great night... LOVE Steve! Oh and your replies... We will be together soon as soon as HE is out of the way." I threw the emails down on her desk. "Consider me out of the way." She looked stunned that she had been discovered.

"One more thing." I added. "There is more to my knowing your ex-husband than I told you. Yes we were in the same class. He beat me up so many times and he made my life hell. Luckily I didn't see him after I left school but in my head I never forgot him. You know I wanted to get him back in some way. Imagine my surprise when I seen the photos and realised I was screwing the wife he wants back so much." I took a small package from my pocket and threw it on her desk. 

"Here are two movies for you." 

"Two?" She asked now looking rather panicked.

"Yes two." I said... "Don't worry you can keep those. I found out where Paul lives. His copies are in the post."



Revenge is Sweet



It was pouring rain as I pounded on the door to my best friend's house. The lights weren't on and her car wasn't in the driveway, but I was so enraged that I didn't care. I was about ready to give up on the door and just crash through the front window when the light in the front hall came on and the door flew open.

"What in the hell..." Ashley's dad looked furious until he saw me. His jaw dropped as he looked at me, and he was silent for a moment. "Nicole, what's going on?"

"Where is she, Mr. Stevenson?" I asked, my face flushed. "I need to speak with Ashley, please."

"She's not home," he said. He looked worried, though he wasn't looking at me. I guess he had reason to be worried but I wasn't thinking about that. All I was thinking about was that I wanted to find my best friend, and tear her hair out.

"Where is she?" I demanded. "I'm gonna kill her, Mr. Stevenson, I swear to God, I..."

"Nicole, calm down," he said. He put his hands on my shoulders, shaking me gently, though he was still looking determinedly away. "She and her sister went to visit her grandma, and they won't be back until tomorrow. Now come inside, calm down, and dry off. You're going to catch pneumonia."

He let go of me, and I stepped into the house as he shut the door behind me. The wind that was blowing my skirt around my bare legs stopped, and I immediately felt the warm air in the house against me. I glanced in the hall mirror. My blonde hair was matted against my head, dripping water down my makeup smeared face, and my skin was white as snow. I laughed, a short, desperate bark, before I burst into tears and sank down on the floor.

"For Christ's sake, what's going on?" I heard Mr. Stevenson say as I buried my head in my hands. I heard a door open and after a moment, a large jacket being placed around my shoulders. "Did you walk here? Nicole, honey, talk to me. What's going on?"

I shook my head as I sobbed. "She slept with him," I coughed. "She... she..."

"Ashley?"

"Yes, Ashley!" I almost screamed. "She slept with... she FUCKED my boyfriend!" 

My heart was pounding as I sobbed into my hands. Mr. Stevenson was quiet for a bit, holding the jacket against me as I cried. 

"Are you sure?" he finally said. 

"Of course I'm sure," I sobbed. "There's p-pictures." I started to cry even harder, and I began to cough as I cried. 

Mr. Stevenson grabbed my hand. "You have to calm down a bit," he said softly. "You're going to hyperventilate." He wrapped his arms around me as I sat on the floor, holding me until my coughs subsided and my sobs had turned into just sniffling. As I calmed down, I began to shiver. Once I sneezed, Mr. Stevenson pulled me to my feet.

"We have to get you into some dry clothes," he said. I looked at him. He looked worried, but also angry, and his jaw kept twitching. "Come on, I'll grab something of Ashl..."

"No," I said, cutting him off. "I don't want that whore's clothes on me."

"She might be a whore, Nicole," he said, "but she's still my daughter. Come on, there's got to be some explanation."

I shook my head. "She... she..."

"Come on, you can't wear soaking clothes. You look like you walked here in the pouring rain. Why didn't you drive?"

"Gas," I muttered, as he helped me up the stairs. "I'm not wearing her clothes, Mr. Stevenson, I refuse to..."

"Whatever she did, it's not worth you getting sick," he replied. "Nothing's that bad."

"Oh yeah?" I shot back. I pushed him away from me and led myself to Ashley's room. Mr. Stevenson followed me, standing in the doorway as I sat down in the chair in front of her computer. My skirt made a loud squelch as I sat, and dripped all over her floor. I opened my email and clicked on the newest message, which was from my boyfriend's best friend. I clicked on the attachment, then looked at Mr. Stevenson. "Come here, you can't see from there."

He entered the room slowly, walking up behind me, and gasped as the picture loaded. My best friend, his daughter, had her head turned to look at herself in the mirror beside her. My boyfriend was behind her, his cock buried in her ass, holding my digital camera as he took a picture in the mirror. 

I clicked on the next one. They must have set the timer on this one, because it showed Ashley straddling my boyfriend, with just the head of his cock nestled in her pussy. Mr. Stevenson made a small, disgusted sound, and I took that as my cue to click the next picture, which was a close up of my boyfriend's cock resting against Ashley's ass, globs of cum dripping down her smooth skin. I let go of the mouse and turned the chair to look at Mr. Stevenson. "Not that bad, you think?"

He was staring at the screen, his mouth open slightly. "She's not a whore," he finally whispered. "She's a fucking ass slut."

I laughed again, that same desperate bark, and walked away from the computer. Mr. Stevenson continued to stare at the open pictures on the computer, his face looking like it was set in stone. I paced Ashley's room, my desire to destroy all of her possessions gone as I tried to think of a better revenge. 

"I'm going to call her," Mr. Stevenson announced suddenly. "She's coming home right now."

"No," I said. "I haven't decided what I'm going to do to her yet."

"Deal with your boyfriend first," he replied. "I'll deal with Ashley." He turned away from me, but not before I caught him adjusting himself. He saw me looking and turned even faster, but I could still see him in the mirror over Ashley's dresser. There was a very noticeable bulge in his pants, and Mr. Stevenson realised he had been caught. His mouth opened, as if he were about to say something, but I made a gagging sound and took a step back.

"You're fucking sick," I gasped, backing up. "You're getting off on those pictures!" 

Now, I've known the Stevenson's for years. Ashley and I have been best friends since elementary school, and Mr. Stevenson and my dad used to go to high school together. Ashley and I have always been inseparable. When we graduated high school, neither of us had boyfriends, and instead of bringing just any boy, she and I went together. I met my boyfriend during our first year of college, which Ashley and I attended together, and now, at summer break, she had slept with him. She was sick. Mr. Stevenson and I had always been close, too. His wife died when Ashley and her sister were really little, so he was always the one home when I went to Ashley's. He used to take me to soccer practice with Ashley when my parents couldn't drive, and when they got divorced, he let me stay at his house even though Ashley was away at camp. Now I was discovering that he got off on watching his daughter get fucked. I couldn't believe that these people, who I had known for most of my life, were so disgusting.

"No, Nicole, that's not..." he started, covering himself and blushing as he turned to face me. 

"You pervert! If I wasn't so pissed off at Ashley, I'd report you. You probably fucking... touch her, don't you?"

He took a step towards me and I backed into the wall. "I would never, ever touch my daughter. Do you understand?" His face was contorted in anger. "That's not what... what this- " he motioned to his cock, which was definitely hard under his jeans " --is about." 

"No?" I said, my voice shaking. I was trembling as he walked towards me, only some of it from the fact that I was freezing. "You didn't get hard looking at pictures of your little girl getting fucked?" I shuddered, just saying the words.

He stood in front of me, his mouth open to say something. I studied him, the sick feeling I had being overcome by fear at being the only person in the house with him. He didn't look like a pervert. In fact, there were days when I had noticed just how good looking Mr. Stevenson was. He was old enough to be my father -- he went to school with my father, even -- but he was nothing like my dad. He was in good shape, with short blonde hair, and was much taller than average. I kicked myself for thinking of that, given the present situation.

"No, I didn't," he replied finally.

"Then what was it?" I asked, my voice shaking, trying to figure out what he could possibly be getting off on.

He stepped back from me, and I frowned, slightly confused. "You really want to know?" he said, his face red. I nodded. He swallowed hard. "You're standing there, soaking wet, and I... I can see through your shirt."

I looked down. Sure enough, my blouse was soaked through, and it was clinging to my tits. My breasts are fairly small, and most days I don't bother wearing a bra, although in hindsight I was wearing a white shirt that day and probably should have had one on. I covered myself quickly, looking up at Mr. Stevenson and blushing furiously as I realised what I had just accused him of. "I'm so sorry," I gasped, incredibly embarrassed. "I... oh God, I didn't mean to... I'm so sorry..."

"It's fine," Mr. Stevenson mumbled. "I didn't mean to look, but... well, you're a pretty girl, and I... well, I'm the one who should be sorry, Nicole."

I didn't say anything for a moment. Truth be told, I was actually kind of flattered, now that I knew Mr. Stevenson wasn't a perverted freak. I looked at him as he stared at the ground, his hands covering the bulge in his pants. He was a very handsome man, and as I stared at him, I began to think of a way to get back at both Ashley and my boyfriend. 

I took a step forward. "You shouldn't be sorry, Mr. Stevenson. It's kind of flattering, actually," I said. 

He laughed softly. "I'm forty-five, Nicole. Getting hard looking at a nineteen year old girl who is my daughter's best friend -- and my best friend's daughter -- isn't a good thing. I can't help it, though. Every time you come over here, I..." he stopped, and shook his head. "God, I shouldn't be telling you that. You already think I'm sick, I shouldn't tell you that."

This was even better, I thought. I looked around the room. Ashley was a normal girl, and her room was fairly messy, but her bed was clear of stuff, and nicely made. I walked over and sat down on it, leaning on my hands and pressing my knees together as I looked at Mr. Stevenson. "I don't mind, Mr. Stevenson. In fact, it kind of helps me."

He continued to stare at the ground. "I don't see how it helps you."

"Well, I've just been cheated on by my boyfriend, and my best friend. I've always thought you were a very good looking man, and well, you obviously would be able to help me... well, get back at them."

He finally looked at me. "I can't," he said. "I mean... you're nineteen."

I giggled. "And I'm all wet. How about you help me out of these wet clothes?"

"And it's my daughter... Honey, I'm mad at her, but I can't do that to her," he continued, though I noticed that my comment had made his voice tremble a bit.

"You don't understand what she did to me," I said. "Imagine that someone knew what would hurt you the worst in the world, and then they did it. I know you want to, and right now there's nothing I want more."

He stood, staring at me for a minute, looking conflicted. I bit my lip as he looked at me. "Please, Mr. Stevenson?" I said softly, pleading with him.

"Your father is going to kill me," he whispered before walking up to me. He dropped to his knees in front of me, though he was so tall that he could almost still see eye-to-eye with me. He touched my knee, and his hands were warm against my goose-bumped skin. His eyes took me in, staring at my body and looking as though he were trying to memorise the look of my wet clothes clinging to me. "You're freezing," he said, running his hands down my calves and then to the hem of my skirt. I sighed as he tried to warm me up a bit, though my skin was so damp that it wasn't doing much.

He put his hands on my hips. "Stand up," he ordered. I stood slowly, his hands guiding me up as I stood and staying on my hips. His nose was almost brushing the wet skirt, and I could tell that it was lined up against my mound. He reached behind me and unzipped my skirt. It stuck to my hips and he pulled it down, letting it fall to the floor with a sloppy thud. I shivered as I was left in just a tiny, black lace thong, the air in the room chilling me even further and causing most of my pale skin to b covered in goose-bumps. Mr. Stevenson let out an appreciative sigh and slid his hands up to my ass, his hands warm against my bare skin as he buried his face into my covered mound. He sucked my clit through the thin thong, and I gasped as my body started to tingle. He used his grip on my ass to pull my body closer to his face, his face just pressed against me now. He stayed like that for a moment before he brought his hands to the waistband of the thong, slowly pulling it down my legs. Once he had it off, he stood up. I had never stood this close to Mr. Stevenson before, and had to look up to see him. He raised his hands to my shirt and started to unbutton it. Once it was undone, he peeled it away from my damp skin and dropped it to the floor. I shivered as I stood, nude, in front of him, unable to keep myself from shaking as he then took a step back and stared at me. 

"Is everything okay, Mr. Stevenson?" I asked softly, concerned that he was going to back out on me. I crossed my arms and rubbed my upper arms, trying to warm up.

He nodded, then paused and shook his head. "Nicole... your dad is going to kill me if I do this to you. And Ashley will hate both of us forever."

I stood naked and still shivering in front of him as my face fell. "Please..." I whispered. "I'd never tell my dad... and I won't tell Ashley that you did it because of what I told you." He continued to shake his head as he stared at me. "Mr. Stevenson, please. I know you want this..." 

He swallowed again. "You just want this for revenge," he said. "I..."

"I want it, though," I said, and I wasn't lying. Just having him undress me and the little bit of attention he had paid to my clit had me dripping wet. The warmth between my legs was spreading all over my lower body. "Please, I know you want this. Don't you want me, Mr. Stevenson?"

He opened his mouth, and I anticipated protest. "I'll let you do anything to me that you want."

His mouth shut and he looked me straight in the eye. "Anything?"

I grinned. "Anything at all."

He stared at me for a moment longer and then began to unbuckle his belt. "Get on your knees," he ordered. I dropped onto the carpeted floor obediently, looking up at him. He took his belt off and walked over to me. "Take my cock out," he said. He sounded confident, but also a bit nervous, as if I wouldn't listen to him. 

I grinned. Little did he know that this was one of my favourite parts of sex. I loved to suck cock, and I loved to look up and watch as the guy I was sucking got off. I reached up and unbuttoned Mr. Stevenson's pants, sliding them down his legs, and teasing his cock through his boxers. I reached back up and grabbed the waistband of his boxers, slowly bringing them down.

His cock sprung out, and I grinned, impressed. He jumped a bit as I wrapped a hand around him, probably because my hands were freezing. His cock was of average length, but incredibly thick. I flicked my tongue against his tip, licking the underside of his shaft lightly before twirling my tongue around his tip. I heard Mr. Stevenson gasp and I continued to lick his smooth cock, coating him with my saliva until it was glistening. Once it was wet, I took his tip in my mouth and sucked gently. Mr. Stevenson groaned and I slide him in my mouth a bit more. I sucked him a little more, stroking his wet cock with my other hand as I bobbed my head teasingly on him. Each time I moved on his cock, I let it slide a little further in my mouth, until I had as much as I could handle, which I'm proud to say was most of it. I glanced up. Mr. Stevenson's hands were resting on the back of my head, and his eyes were squeezed shut. I kept sucking on his cock, raising my other hand to gently rub his balls. The second I touched them, Mr. Stevenson groaned and pushed my head further on his cock. I started to gag as he hit the back of my throat, my nose buried in his dark hair. He stopped pushing my head and I pulled back, gasping, and looked up at him. He opened his mouth, and I was sure he was about to apologize when I giggled and went right back to sucking his cock. 

He let me suck him for a couple more minutes before he gently pulled me away. I let his cock fall out of my mouth with a pop, and looked up at him. He was looking at me, and reached down to help me to my feet. 

"That's not the first time you've done that," he stated. 

I laughed. "Mr. Stevenson, you didn't think I was a virgin, did you?" 

He blushed, looking down. I reached up and started lifting the hem of his shirt. He let me take it off him, so we were both standing naked in his daughter's room. "I imagined you were," he finally said. "I've thought about... about this... for a long time."

I was a little shocked at his admission, but I giggled. I hadn't been a virgin for a few years now. "What did you think about, Mr. Stevenson?" I asked, looking at him with the best innocent look I could muster as I stood even closer to him.

He reached out and put his hands on my slim hips, pulling my body close to him. I had started to warm up a bit, but I was still fairly cold from the rain, and his warm skin felt wonderful against me. "I think you can call me Dave now, you know," he said.  

I had known Mr. Stevenson for years, but never called him by his first name. So I giggled, let a hand trail down to his cock, and squeezed it gently. "Okay, Dave," I said.

He groaned and leaned down, brushing his lips against mine softly. I let go of his cock and wrapped my hands around his neck and shoulders, pulling him closer to me as we kissed. I could feel his cock pressed against my stomach, hard against me, and I sighed softly. He ground against me a bit, rolling his hips and moving his lips to my neck, burying his head against my shoulder as he just rubbed his cock against me. The thought that he was enjoying it so much was making me even wetter.

"I should take you to my room," he whispered, his voice muffled against my skin.

I shook my head vigorously. "Let's stay in here," I replied, taking a step backwards and pulling him towards Ashley's bed. "Don't you think it'll be fun, Mr. St... I mean, Dave?" I sat down on her bed, craning my head to look up at him. "I think it's so sexy, you fucking me on your daughter's bed. Didn't you say you imagined this?"

He laughed and got on the bed, pushing me on my back and kissing my neck again. "I didn't say what I imagined," he said, as he moved his lips down my neck and against my breasts. "I imagined licking your entire body as you squirmed underneath me. I imagined stripping off that little bikini you always wear when you and Ashley go into the hot tub." His lips were just above my nipple, and each time he talked, they brushed against it. "I imagined fucking you for your first time ever, feeling that tight little virgin hole wrapped around my cock." 

I moaned at his words, and gasped as he started to suck my nipple. He fondled my other breast with his other hand, pinching that nipple each time he raked his teeth against the one in his mouth. Each moment of attention he paid to my nipples caused my clit to throb, until I could hardly take it anymore and tried to reach down to rub myself.

He grabbed my hands and pushed them next to me, then started to kiss down my stomach. I trembled in excitement every moment his mouth got nearer to my pussy, until he finally reached it and started to lick the juices that had dripped onto my legs. 

"Please, Mr. Stevenson," I gasped, his mouth so close to my clit that I was struggling to grind against him. 

"I like hearing you beg," he whispered, "but I told you to call me Dave. Now, what is it you want?"




Revenge is Sweet



"Please..." I moaned, squirming. "Please Dave... you know what I want."

"Say it," he demanded. "Tell me what you want me to do."

"I... I w-want you to lick me..."

"I am licking you, honey. I'm licking your leg."

I groaned in frustration, desperate to be touched. "Lick my cunt!" I gasped. "Please, please..."

He flicked his tongue against my wet slit, licking the length of it before he slid his tongue into my pussy. I moaned softly, lifting myself to push his tongue in further. Mr. Stevenson let go of my hands and brought them to my pussy, rubbing my slit before he slide a finger in. At the same time, he flicked his tongue against my clit. I almost went crazy, grinding against his finger as he took my clit in my mouth and began to suck it. I gasped and writhed under him, my hands trailing down to rest against his head and push him closer to me. He thrust his finger in me slowly, ignoring my grinding efforts to make him go faster. After a moment, he pulled his finger all the way out, then pushed it back in accompanied by another finger. I cried out loudly as he began moving them faster, curling his fingers to rub my g-spot as he sucked on my clit. I gasped, feeling myself getting close to orgasm as he finger-fucked my tight hole. 

"God... I'm close..." I panted. Mr. Stevenson quickened his pace, gently raking his teeth against my clit as he sucked on it, and shoving his fingers as deep as he could in my cunt. 

It didn't take much of that before I felt my cunt tighten around his fingers and the warm, shuddering tingle run through my body. I gasped and panted, squirming under him. It seemed to last for ages, as waves of pleasure ran through my body. He never stopped moving his hand or took his mouth away from clit, just kept going at it as I shuddered beneath him. As I started coming down from it, he slowed his fingers and just licked at my clit, until I fell limp, gasping. He licked my juices up, removing his fingers from my cunt and looking up at me as he licked them clean. I tried to catch my breath as I watched him. Once he was done, he moved up against me. I leaned over and kissed him, tasting myself on his lips. I ran my tongue along his bottom lip, licking up any juice I could. Mr. Stevenson sighed and kissed me back, his hand resting against my breast and rubbing it gently.

I couldn't believe the orgasm he had given me. I had never cum like that from a guy eating me out before. In fact, I don't think I had ever cum like that. Even a few minutes after he had moved away from my pussy, I was still trembling from the orgasm. 

Mr. Stevenson was watching me, and I looked over at him. He laughed. "I guess that was good?" he said.

I nodded. "I'm almost sorry that this isn't my first time," I whispered. "I've never cum like that before."

He pulled me close to him, rubbing my entire body, and pressing his cock against me. "It's okay, honey," he said, kissing my neck as he rubbed my breasts. "Can I fuck you now?"

"Yes, please," I giggled. "How do you want me?"

He laughed, lifting himself over top of me and nestling between my legs. "I want you like this first," he said. "I want to look at you."

The tip of his cock was pressed against my entrance, and with a slight push, his tip slid into my pussy. I gasped and he slide the rest of his cock inside me, slowly, until he was buried to the hilt in my cunt. He held himself there for just a moment, and I moaned, unable to help myself from pushing up against him. His eyes were shut, as if he were just happy to be sheathed in my tight cunt for the time being, but when I started to move he opened them and leaned down, kissing me as he started to fuck me slowly, but deeply. His pace quickened eventually, though by agonizingly slow intervals, until he had a regular pace that was just fast enough for me to feel another orgasm coming on.

Mr. Stevenson wasn't just going to let me have another one, though, and he stopped for a moment, just resting against me as I tried to grind against him. "I want you on top of me," he said in my ear, as he kissed my neck.

We switched positions quickly, and I straddled him, on top of his cock in an instant. I started to ride him, moving on top of his cock hard and fast. Mr. Stevenson reached down and rubbed my clit as I rode him. Being so close already, as well as the extra stimulation, I came again, bucking wildly on top of him and falling forward slightly. Mr. Stevenson thrust up into me as I came, sucking on my nipples as I leaned forward until I started moving against him again. His hands were resting on my ass, and I had a pretty good pace going when I suddenly felt his finger against my back hole.

I gasped and looked at him. He looked back up at me, and I was about to ask him what he was doing when he slipped just the tip of his finger into my ass. His hand was covered in my juices, so it slid in easily. I cried out, partially in shock, but mainly because it felt amazing. I started to move against him harder, moving forward to feel his cock deep in my pussy and moving back to feel his finger penetrate my ass. Eventually, Mr. Stevenson pulled me forward, so my tits were pressing against his chest, and pulled his finger out.

"Has anyone fucked you there before?" he asked softly. I shook my head, looking at him nervously as he held me still on top of him. He looked back at me, that same nervous glint in his eye that he had when he told me to get on my knees. "Can I?" he whispered.

I considered it for a moment. I thought anal sex was disgusting, but the feeling of his finger in my ass had been amazing. I looked at him again, and he smiled nervously. "You said anything..." he said, and I thought he would start begging me.

"I did say anything," I agreed. I thought for a moment more, and the image of my boyfriend with his cock buried in Ashley's ass came to me. The thought made me angry, and I looked back at Mr. Stevenson. "Only if we can take a picture," I said to him.

He looked surprised. "A picture?" he said blankly, before comprehension dawned on him. "Right..." 

He pulled me off of him and I rolled onto my back as he stood up. Ashley's digital camera was sitting on the desk next to her computer, and after grabbing that, he started digging through the drawers of her night table and dresser. "She's got to have lube around here," he explained as he looked. "She's obviously done... that... before." 

"Check the bottom drawer," I said, and I was right. Mr. Stevenson pulled out a small tube and crawled back onto the bed. 

I must have looked nervous, because he leaned over and kissed me. "It'll feel really good after a bit, I promise," he said with his lips against mine. 

"Okay," I whispered.

"Get on your hands and knees," he said. I did, my ass facing him as I turned. I heard him open the tube and I squeezed my eyes shut. He put a hand on my ass, rubbing gently before I felt his other hand against my hole. His finger was cold, but slid against my hole easily. He pushed it inside me again, and I bit my lip. It still felt good, but his cock was a hell of a lot thicker than his finger, and I was almost terrified of having something that big in my ass. He took his finger out and put more lube on it, before pushing his finger back into my hole. Only this time, after he put it in, he started to push the next finger in, too. I cried out softly.

"It's okay," he whispered, his other hand rubbing me comfortingly. "It's going to hurt a bit but I promise it'll be okay. Just relax."

"How am I supposed to relax when you've got two fingers in my ass?" I gasped.

"You could start by opening your eyes," he said. I did. "Now, look. You can watch me in the mirror."

I looked to the side, at Ashley's dresser across the room. Mr. Stevenson was looking at me through the mirror, smiling softly but looking concerned. "Is it okay?" he said. "I'll stop if you really want me to."

I considered it, but shook my head. "No, keep going," I said softly. I stared into the mirror as he fingered my ass for a bit, before pulling his fingers out. He put even more lube on and returned. This time, when he pushed both fingers in, it did feel a lot better. I think watching him was part of the reason it was so hot. He stared at his hand, watching himself finger-fuck my ass, all the while looking confident. I moaned softly and he looked up, grinning in the mirror.

"Think you're almost ready?" he said. I nodded and he pulled his fingers away. He picked up the tube again and squeezed a little more onto my ass, then more into his hand. I watched as he coated his cock, biting my lip as he touched himself. He watched me watching him. "Like watching a guy jerk off?" he asked. I blushed, but nodded. He laughed softly, finished rubbing the lube onto his cock, then put his hands on my hips and turned me just slightly, so I would have a better view of his cock going into my ass in the mirror. I started to feel nervous again as I watched him position himself behind me. His hands were on my hips as he pulled me a bit closer to him. "Relax," he said.

I bit my lip, looking in the mirror as he pushed his tip against me. I could feel it pressing at my opening. "You have to relax, Nicole," he said again. He reached around my slender hips, one of his slick hands finding my clit and circling it gently. "Relax for me, okay?" he whispered, and I nodded, sighing as he rubbed my clit. I could feel his other hand on my ass, moving to slowly start guiding his cock into me. His tip pressed against my hole and I took a deep breath as he started to push into me. 

"It hurts," I whimpered, bracing myself against the bed.

"My whole tip isn't even in yet, honey," he said. "Just relax." He kept pushing, and I tensed beneath him as I felt him go further. He stopped for a moment, letting me adjust to just having the tip of his cock in my ass. "Look in the mirror," he said suddenly.

I shook my head. "I don't want to see yet," I replied. 

He laughed. "You sure? It looks really hot..."

I shook my head again and Mr. Stevenson put his hands back on my hips, pushing himself a little further into me. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, as he pushed slowly but steadily into my ass. "You're so fucking tight..." he whispered, and I heard his voice shake slightly. "Are you doing okay?"

I nodded, even though I wasn't sure my ass could stretch much more to fit the rest of the cock that was currently impaling me. Tears had sprung into my eyes, and I couldn't do anything to stop myself shaking. He groaned suddenly, still pushing. I started to pant a bit as I began to squirm a bit underneath him.

"Mr. Stevenson, I don't think I can take anymore," I whispered, my voice soft but shaking considerably. "It really hurts now."

"Look in the mirror," he said.

I turned my head and looked. I guess I didn't have to worry about taking any more of his cock, because he was completely buried in my ass. I gasped, my pussy throbbing as I stared at the image of his cock buried in my ass. "Take the picture," I suddenly gasped. "God, this is hot..." 

He picked up Ashley's digital camera, pointing it at the mirror. I stared at the camera in the mirror, and blinked when the flash went off. He dropped the camera and rested his hands on my lower back. "I'm gonna start fucking you now, okay?" he said. 

I nodded, a little nervous. "Go really slowly," I said. 

He laughed again and started to pull out of my ass. I sighed in relief, relaxing as he pulled out. Eventually, just his tip was left in, and he started to push back in. It was much less painful this time, though I was still pretty uncomfortable once he was fully inside me. I bit my lip, unconsciously trying to pull myself away from him. Mr. Stevenson's hands had moved to my hips, though, and were holding me in place. I made a small, frustrated noise, and he started to pull back again. His pace was slow, but steady. He repeated it a few more times, and despite the fact that it hurt when he was all the way in me, I started to enjoy myself. He must have noticed, because he moved one of his hands off my hips and slid it around me again, fingering my clit.

I sighed as he fingered me, enjoying the feeling, though I was pretty sure I wouldn't cum from being fucked in the ass. He was braced against me, and I could feel him resting against my back as he started to move against me faster. I wasn't exactly sure that I could handle him moving faster, and I protested slightly, struggling against the hands holding me in place. As I pulled away from him, he rubbed my clit harder, and I couldn't help but moan. His legs were resting on the outside of mine, and with a grunt, he lifted himself slightly, and pushed me down further on the bed. My knees gave out and I collapsed onto my stomach, Mr. Stevenson's hand underneath me. He kept rubbing my clit, his fingers moving faster as he began humping my ass. I cried out, my eyes tearing up again. The new angle was more painful, and his new pace too fast for me, but he didn't stop. I tried to pull away from him, gasping as I felt him stretching my ass past the point that was comfortable. As I struggled, Mr. Stevenson wiggled his other hand under my hips, lifting my lower body up closer to him to give him better access to my hole as he slipped two fingers into my cunt. I moaned as he continued to finger my clit, slightly relieved that he had lifted me. Having my ass in the air made it slightly more bearable. His hands were moving at the same pace his cock was sliding in my ass, which was incredibly fast, considering. The movement of his fingers took my mind off the pain that shot through me each time he thrust into my ass, and I started push against him, instead of struggle away. 

He was panting and groaning as he fucked me, and the animalistic sounds he was making, combined with the sensations in my cunt, were making me build up again. I looked in the mirror and the sight of his body over mine made me moan. My legs were spread as far as they could, resting against his, and I was being fully supported by his hands underneath me. My ass was up in the air, with his cock buried in it, and I moaned again as I watched him hump me like he was out of control. The pain was almost worth seeing him fuck me like that, like he couldn't get enough of me.

His fingers moved faster and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. Mr. Stevenson was pounding my ass as fast as he could, and even though it still hurt, I couldn't focus on that. All I could think about was his fingers deep in my cunt and the feeling of him stretching me. I started to pant, my cunt starting to tighten around his fingers.

"Not... yet..." he panted, slowing his fingers slightly, though he kept pounding my ass at the same speed. "Don't wanna... yet... and you'll make me..."

"I'm so close, Dave!" I cried. "I can't hold... oh God, I'm gonna cum..."

I came hard, my eyes squeezed shut as I felt my body shudder. I bucked against his hands, my entire body ravished by the pulse of the orgasm running through me. Mr. Stevenson groaned loudly, and I suddenly felt a spurt of warm cum in my ass. I pushed back against him, starting to come down from the red hot orgasm that was washing over me, and felt him spurt again, and then again, and then three more times before he collapsed on top of me, pushing me hard against the bed with his cock still buried in me. He was pressed against me for a few minutes, and I could hear him panting in my ear as he rest against me. I sighed, as best I could with him restricting my breathing capacity, still revelling in the afterglow of my orgasm. 

I was almost about to suffocate when Mr. Stevenson pulled his softening cock out of my ass and rolled off me. I rolled onto my side, taking a deep breath and trying to ignore the fact that my entire lower body was throbbing and uncomfortable, when he pulled me close to him and kissed me hard.

"Fuck," was all he said. We kissed for a little bit, before I started to giggle. "What?" he asked.

"It's dripping out," I giggled, referring to the cum that I could feel slowly trickling out of my ass. 

Dave hugged me against him before rolling me onto my back. "What are you doing?" I asked.

He shook his head. "Don't think I'm sick," he whispered, before licking down my body. He spread my legs and lifted them with his strong arms, licking my slit before he started to lick my ass. I gasped, my eyes wide as I glanced over to the mirror to watch him. He tongued my hole, lapping up all the cum he had just spurted inside me. I was shocked, but strangely enough, I wasn't put off by it. I watched him in the mirror as he licked my ass, holding my legs up, sucking all the cum out before he moved back up and lay next to me. "It's just a... a thing..." he tried to say.

I rolled over, resting against him, and kissed him. I could taste his cum on his mouth, and the idea that he had licked his own cum from my ass made me want to fuck him all over again. "Next time, I want you to suck it out of my pussy," I whispered against his lips as I licked any excess drops from his lips. 

I licked the rest off before he spoke. "I thought you just wanted to get back at Ashley."

I sighed, picking up her digital camera and taking the camera card out. "I think I got back at her good enough. She doesn't need to see this, so I think I'll just keep it."

He laughed and I rested against him, entirely sure that I would be breaking up with my boyfriend, but remaining friends with Ashley. After all, what other reason would I have to come over and fuck Mr. Stevenson if she and I weren't friends? 



Revenge is Sweet



It was late. I had just gotten off work and I was looking forward to hitting the pillow, face-first if necessary.

I had just come in the door when I heard them. They were upstairs and obviously hadn't heard me come in, not that I couldn't understand that; when my wife is getting fucked, she makes a lot of noise. For this exact reason, I knew what was going on.

I felt my hands clench, my fingernails dig into my palms.

Who the fuck was she with, I wondered absently, almost as an afterthought.

I fucking didn't care. I wanted to whip someone's ass. 

I came around the corner after taking the stairs three at a time and there they were, on my bed, facing away from me, Courtney taking it up the ass, doggy style. I knew immediately whose dick was inside of her, too. Carl. Motherfucker had been eyeing my wife at the last party we had. Little did I know.

I wondered how long this had been going on. I wondered why she didn't just tell me and then get the fuck out if she wanted to be with Carl so badly. I wondered why she never told me she liked anal sex.

I wanted desperately to kill Carl right at that moment. Courtney, too.

Instead, I just stood there and watched them, fucking on my bed, on my sheets, wrapped up in the hands of my wife. I watched Carl's cock slip in and out of her rectum. I listened to Courtney wail like a banshee, like she always did.

Before they could finish, I left. I slammed the front door on the way out, hoping to hell that they heard it, hoping that Courtney was scrambling off Carl's dick right now, trying to figure out how to get him out of the house.

Shit, that gave me an idea. He wasn't coming out the front door, not if Courtney thought that I was coming up the stairs at some point. If he was coming out of the house, he was coming out of a window around the other side of the house. I walked around to the side yard, then into the alley and waited.

A minute or two later, Carl did the exact thing that I thought he would. Courtney was helping him out of the window, telling him to be careful, telling him that she loved him. She kissed him and he lowered himself from the window, to the ground and put his coat on.

I waited until he was about fifty feet down the alley before I followed him. He was about to get in his car when I grabbed his arm and decked him.

"Hello, Carl," I said. My fist said something less articulate, connecting with his cheekbone for the second time in a minute. On the ground, next to his car, he knew that I had saw them. He tried, in vain, to convince me that it was just the once. I kicked him in the nuts, told him that this was exactly how I felt.

He'd dropped his keys and I stooped to pick them up. I really wanted to just stand there and kick the shit out of him but I had another bright idea.

I climbed behind the wheel of his car, started it up and drove off.

It was a twenty minute drive to Carl's house. The front door key was on the loop with the car keys and I stuck it in the lock, turned, opened the door and then shut it behind me, putting my back to the wood door.

I'd only been to Carl's house twice before. I knew where his bedroom was, though. I knew his wife slept on the left side of the bed, all of her stuff on that side of the room.

I stripped down and climbed in next to her. Roberta was a fine-ass Latina and I always wondered how Carl had managed to get her to commit to his stupid ass. I was harder than a rock and ready for a revenge fuck.

Roberta stirred next to me and mumbled something in Spanish. I didn't know what to say, how to respond, other than to put my hands where they seemed most appropriate. I reached around the front of her flimsy nightgown and touched her breasts. They were real, as she'd told Courtney many times and as Courtney had repeated to me later, scoffing at the statement. Courtney was jealous but didn't believe Roberta at the same time.

"Carl, baby," she said, her voice pure honey. "Pinch them, baby."

I couldn't believe that she thought that I was Carl but I wasn't going to argue. This was going to be better than any ordinary grudge fuck.

I obliged her, taking the nipple on each of her tits between thumb and forefinger and I pinched until she moaned.

"Stick it in me, Carl," she said. "Give me that hard cock of yours."

My cock grew even harder at her request. I hesitated a moment. Did I really want to do this? Wasn't this rape? I took my hands away from her and started to sit up, started to roll away and collect my clothes.

"Uh-uh," Roberta said, putting her hand on my cock and turning towards me. "You ain't going nowhere."

Suddenly, her hot mouth was around my hard prick and she was sucking with everything she had. I thought I was going to lose my fucking mind, she sucked my cock so expertly. Up and down, her tongue slipping along the underside and then swirling around the head and then back down and down her throat and then back up and out of her mouth. She tongued my member and then beat it against her tongue and then back into her mouth, down her throat again.

It was everything I could do not to shoot my load down her throat.

"Roberta," I moaned. "Roberta, I'm not Carl."

She came up for air. "I know, stupid. Carl's cock's not as thick as yours. This is a real cock. Fuck me with it now!"

I didn't give a shit anymore. I pushed her backward, pulled her nightie off and shoved my face into her breasts and then shoved my cock into her wet pussy, pushing in and pulling out. 

Unlike Courtney, Roberta didn't scream every time I thrust into her but instead moaned my name, knowing full well who she was fucking now. 

"Dios," Roberta chanted over and over again. I pumped into her, lost myself in her. It had gone from a revenge fuck to a honey fuck. I couldn't get enough of her. I held back as well as I could and pulled out and then moved down and ate her out. It drove her crazy. Roberta beat her fists and her heels against the bed and moaned loudly as I dined on her cunt. I added a finger and then two and three. She wanted me to fist her but I didn't feel comfortable with that, not wanting to injure her. I went to four fingers but I wouldn't put my thumb in, instead massaging her hard clit with it.

She came hard around my fingers. I watched her face wrinkle as she did so. It made her even more beautiful to me. I pushed my cock back into her and fucked her hard, pulling another orgasm out of her before I shot deeply inside of her, finally collapsing across her body. 

I stayed inside of her until I grew soft. We held each other and Roberta told me she had known about Carl and Courtney since the start, that she and Carl hadn't had sex with each other for over a year, as long as the affair had been going on. She asked me if I really had had no idea. I told her about their activity earlier, how I'd watched them do it and then how I'd kicked her husband's ass.

"Good," was all she said before she climbed on top of me and slid down on my cock, ready for Round Two.