24 comments/ 122890 views/ 34 favorites Revenge Is... By: bmunchausen Revenge is... a dish best served cold "La vengeance est un plat qui se mange froid," Les Liasons Dangereuses (1782); Pierre Ambroise Francois Choderios de LaClos (1741-1803) I want to express my thanks to LadyPineRose74 for her help in editing this story. I was born in New York, but my parents moved to a small city in southern Ohio, where I grew up an only child. I got married right out of high school. Laine was beautiful; she was slender with large breasts and great legs. I fell in love with her in Junior year, and we were married right after graduation, and Laine was pregnant. It wasn't a shotgun marriage. We both wanted to get married, and neither one of us wanted to end the pregnancy. Although, it was strongly suggested as an option by Laine's mother. We got a small apartment, and I got a job with a trucking company. I was a night dispatcher, and although the pay wasn't much; it was enough to get us by. About four months after the wedding, Laine's father died of a heart attack. Laine was heart-broken; her father had supported us with respect to getting married and with keeping the child. He had been looking forward to having a grandchild. A few months later, Laine gave birth to our daughter, Jillian. She was beautiful; I was present during the birth and was absolutely beside myself with joy. Laine was the perfect mother, doting on her daughter. She insisted on breast feeding, citing all of the studies that indicated that babies who breast-fed were healthier, smarter and all around better off. Soon after Jillian's birth, I started going to college. I wanted better things for my family, and this seemed the way to go. My parents were happy that I wanted to continue my education, so they paid the tuition. Having a beautiful granddaughter didn't hurt either. On the other hand, Lane's mother, Greta was not happy. "I'm too young to be a Grandmother...they could have gotten married without that child," she complained. Greta rather forcibly suggested that we give our daughter Laine's maiden name. As the name would die out if we didn't. Laine thinking about her father's death thought it was a good idea and went along with it. I reluctantly agreed, so my daughter's surname was Merriweather. I adopted an attitude about my mother, agree and ignore. I would nod my head, and then do what I wanted to do. Those first couple of years were tough. I was going to school full-time and working at night. We didn't take a vacation, or go away for those years. I took summer classes and classes during the winter break. Thus, after four and a half years, I received my Masters Degree in Bio-chemistry. When Jillian was about two years old, Laine became pregnant again. My parents were happy, as they wanted grandchildren. On the other hand, Greta was furious. "What the hell is wrong with you two? You can't afford a pot to piss in, and you are dropping brats all over the place. Don't think that I am going to help you two sex crazed animals with anything," She screamed. As she had never helped us out in any way, this was no real problem, and I told her so. Whereas Laine's pregnancy with Jillian was rather easy, this time she had a lot of problems. So much so that she spent the last month and a half in bed. My mother took care of Laine, while I was at work. Just before Laine gave birth, Greta had the audacity to insist that the new baby have the Merriweather name, because when "that one" gets married, she won't have that name anymore. I looked her straight in the eyes, and said, "NO WAY! This child will be a Wallace." When she started to argue with me, I said, "Greta, you can go fuck yourself, because this child will have my name." A few weeks later, after a very difficult labor, Laine gave birth to beautiful boy, Gregory Joseph Wallace. Laine was overjoyed. She had a son, a wonderful, beautiful son. Ricky, the nickname Laine gave him, was the light of her life. She doted on him, nothing was too good for him, and nothing was too much for him. Laine was a good mother to both children, but anyone could see that Ricky was the apple of her eye. But, in her defense, she was a wonderful mother to Jilly. After, I graduated I got a job with a small pharmaceutical company. It paid a lot better than the dispatcher job, and within a year or so, we moved into a house of our own. Things were going good. I enjoyed the work and really liked the bosses, and more importantly, they liked me. As the years passed, I rose in the company, eventually getting a quarter share in it. As it was a closely held corporation, we considered ourselves to be a partners, rather than shareholders. However, as the years passed, Laine slowly changed. She ever so gradually became like Greta. She was extremely critical of me and to a lesser degree with Jillian. Nothing I did was good enough, and everything I said was wrong. She was never satisfied. Even though I was making an incredible salary, it was never enough. Not that she was extravagant, or wasted money, I just didn't make enough. She was not happy that I worked for such a small company. "Why can't you get a real job with a big corporation, and make real money," she complained. For all intents and purposes sex with Laine stopped. In the last ten years I could count the number of times we had sex on one hand. How I had allowed this to happen, I have no idea. It just evolved into a completely unhappy situation. Ricky was now nineteen and was totally self-centered. He had to be the most selfish person I ever met. All I was good for was providing him with an easy life. If I so much as attempted to deny him something, he ran to his mother and after berating me, she gave him whatever he wanted. He did no wrong; in her eyes he was the perfect son. At twenty-one years old, Jilly was in her last semester of grad school and would have her Masters in Elementary Education in May. She already had a teaching job in Chicago and would start there in September. She was moving to Chicago in July after graduation. I was going to miss her terribly. She was the only loving thing in my life. One night in early May, I came home from the office a little early. As I got out of the car, Jilly ran up to me and hugged me. She said, "I just came out to go for a walk. Come for a walk with me...Please, Daddy." "Oh, my baby, I'm tired, all I want to do is go in the house sit and have a drink and relax," I groaned. "PLEASE, Daddy, Just a short walk, Please," she begged. How could I say no? Well, the walk was not short, we were out for about an hour, when I told her I was really tired and we went back home. Going into her house, Jilly yelled, "Hi. I'm home." Ricky yelled from upstairs, "So what?" Laine yelled from the kitchen, "How was your day, sweet heart?" Before Jilly could answer, I said. "Not too bad. How was your day?" Laine said, in a voice filled with venom, "I was talking to Jillian, not you." I laughed and said, "Yea, I know." I went up stairs to my room, (Yes, we had separate rooms) changed and came down and made myself a drink. As usual, Laine lit into me about drinking, and that I was an alcoholic. Just a typical night in the Wallace household. I went up to bed early. The following Thursday I arrived home around 7:00 pm. Thursday was the usual partner meeting night. We would sit around and discuss the week, any ongoing projects, etc. Most of the time is was casual; we would have a couple of drinks, then leave around 9:30 pm. As I had just closed on a rather lucrative contract that afternoon, the partners' meeting was canceled. I went to the front door, and when I opened it I found that the chain was on. Knowing that I didn't want to hear Laine complain that she had to unlock the chain, I walked around to the back door, which was never locked. As I walked along the side of the house, I passed the living room window. The light was on and I saw my wife, Laine, and my son, Ricky, with their arms around each other. They were kissing, not a mother/son kiss, they were locked in a passionate embrace. But, the thing that completely shocked me was that they were both stark naked. Ricky's one hand was on his mothers ass, and the other was fondling her breast. Laine had her hand on Ricky's ass and was stroking his erect dick with the other. Their mouths were open, and it was obvious that their tongues were in each other's mouth. When the kiss broke, Laine said, "Oh god, Ricky! I need you in me. I want your big cock in me, right now." Ricky moaned and said, "Mom, anything, anything for you." Laine dropped down onto the couch, pulling Ricky on top of her. She spread her legs. One leg went back onto the back of the couch, and the other was on the floor. Ricky was lying between his mother's legs. Laine reached down, grabbed his cock and guided it to her glistening vagina. When his cock was lined up with his mother's vaginal lips, he lunged forward, impaling his mother with his stiff dick. Laine screamed and wrapped her legs around her son's waist. Ricky started to pump his dick into his mother's vagina. Laine was humping her hips in rhythm with her son's I stood there watching them fuck for what seemed like hours. Then, Laine started to moan and scream. I knew that she was close to cumming, as I had experienced it when we fucked. "RICKY...RICKY...RICKY, fuck me! Fuck me harder. I'm almost there. Fuck me till I cum. FUCK ME...FUCK ME," she screamed. Ricky was humping away at his mother's cunt. He was yelling, "Oh MOM...MOM...I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum." "Yes, my darling, cum. Cum in your Mommy's cunt. I want your cum. I want it in me. Fill me with your wonderful seed. I want it in me. Give me your seed, and make me pregnant. Plant a baby in your mother's womb," Laine moaned. "Yes Mom, I'll fill you with my cum. I want to get you pregnant. I want you to have my baby. OH GOD, MOM...OH GOD." He screamed, as he stiffened and started to ejaculate into his mother's cunt. Laine arched her back and groaned, as she started to orgasm. She was shaking her head from side to side, knowing nothing except her own pleasure, complete in the knowledge that it was her own flesh and blood, her own child who was giving her such pleasure. It seemed that Ricky ejaculated into her for hours. He filled Laine to overflowing. As he started to pull out, Laine pulled him back into her saying, "I want you in me longer. I want to keep as much of your cum in me as possible. I want this to be the time you impregnate me." She really wanted her son's baby. She wanted to give birth to her son's child. I was in shock. Finally, Ricky got off of his mother and helped her up. I could see the cum leaking out of her cunt and running down her leg. They passionately kissed, and Laine laughingly said, "We better get cleaned up. We wouldn't want your sister walking in on this mess. Soon, but not now." "Be a bit of a shock for her, wouldn't it." Ricky said, smiling. I turned around and walked back to the car. I opened the door and got in. I have no idea how long I sat there staring into space. I came back to earth, when I heard a voice saying, "Daddy...DADDY, are you okay?" I nearly jumped out of my skin. I turned and saw Jillian by the window. She had a worried look on her face. I opened the door and said, "Jilly, you nearly scared me to death. But, yes I'm okay, just tired. We closed the Baker contract today, and I'm dead tired." She smiled and pulling me out of the car said, "Come on, let's get inside. I will make you a good strong drink, and you can relax." We went in the house. Laine was in the kitchen, cleaning up, and Ricky was upstairs in his room. I went into the living room and sat on the couch. The one on which my son had been fucking my wife. Nothing was out of place. Jillian made me a bourbon on the rocks and brought it to me. Laine walked in the room. I expected her to get on me about the drink, but she just asked about my day. I told her about closing the contract. She told me that was wonderful, that I had worked on it so hard, so why don't I just relax with my drink. I was flabbergasted; Laine hadn't been this nice to me in ages. What was wrong? Was I going crazy? Did I imagine what I saw through the window? Did it really happen? I began to question my sanity. I put my hand on the cushion to push myself forward, and it slipped between the cushions. I felt something on my hand. I looked and saw a whitish thick liquid on my hand. It was my son's cum. Laine hadn't cleaned up well enough. I downed my drink and went upstairs to my room. I fell on the bed and lay there until I fell asleep. I went into the office very early. I didn't want to have to see Laine or Ricky. I spent the morning just staring out of the window. Not seeing anything, just staring. At about 11:30 am, my secretary buzzed me. There was a Sgt. Augustoni from the local Police Department in the reception room, and he was asking to see me. I told her to send him right in. I was afraid that something had happened or that someone was hurt. He came in; I shook his hand and offered him a seat. He looked very uncomfortable. I asked him what the problem was. He looked at the floor and asked me how I would describe the relationship between my children and my wife. I told him that Laine was a very loving mother and was very good with them. He looked at me and said, "Sir, it seems that your wife and your son have been involved in an incestuous sexual relationship, and that your wife could possibly be pregnant by your son." I looked around saying, "No...no...no...that's...that's..." He misunderstood what I meant, and said, "I know that you don't want to believe that it is true. We received a number of video tapes showing them having sexual relations. We obtained a search warrant and executed it early this morning. "Only your wife and son were home, and when we went into the house, we found them engaged in a sex act." I had my head in my hands shaking my head saying, "No...no...no..." over and over. "I'm really sorry that I have to tell you this. They have been taken to the County Court House and will be arraigned there. You could go there, and see what you can do. Again, I'm so sorry for you." He said, softly as he left. I went out of the building and drove to the Court House. When I arrived at the Court House, I had to wait for about an hour before Laine and Ricky were brought out. Laine was brought out in handcuffs. As soon as she saw the Judge, she started to scream that they had no right to arrest her. She was in her own house, and who do you think you are to pass judgment on her and her son. All the while the Judge was telling her to quiet down, but she went on and on, until the Judge had enough. The judge stood up and shouted, "Shut up. Just who do you think you are? You have been charged with a very serious crime, and you are here for ME to decide if you should be allowed out on bail." It did no good. Laine just went on screaming, and the Judge screamed, "They are remanded to the County Jail, to be held there until the Felony Hearing. Laine and Ricky were going to jail. As she was being taken out of the Court Room, she saw me and started screaming at me how all of this was my fault. I just stared at her, not feeling a thing. I hated the bitch. I went back to the office and called a criminal lawyer for Laine and Ricky, and then called a divorce lawyer for me. I was able to contact Jillian and told her that she should stay with a friend, if she could, as I was afraid that there would be a media blitz at the house. I went home early and was surprised to find no one there. I don't know why, but it seemed that the media were not really interested. I was really happy about that. It turned out that Laine was not pregnant. The next few weeks were hell. With the criminal proceedings and the divorce. The divorce went off rather easily. The first time that Laine appeared in Divorce Court and started to scream that she deserved everything, the Judge threatened to gag her. When Laine didn't shut up, the Judge had her gagged. Laine behaved after that. Basically, we split everything 50/50. I sold everything, the house, the cars...everything. I gave up my shares in the company and that money was split. There was however, a bonus that I received, a very generous bonus that was not included in the settlement. I wanted something out of this mess. Jillian moved to Chicago, as soon as she could. I made sure that she had enough money to hold her, until she started to work. I left my job. I was able to fine a research job with a small pharmaceutical company in Ft. Carson, Colorado, about an hour and a half north of Denver. I moved there before the trial. I had a small apartment and kept to myself. I talked to Jillian quite often. Either I called her or she called me. In September, Jillian started to teach. She loved it. She had something to do, and it kept her mind off of her mother and brother's situation. I wouldn't attend the trial, but I heard stories. Laine seemed to have lost her mind. She didn't take any advice and never shut up. She berated the Judge, the jury, the prosecutors, and even her own attorneys. Not surprisingly, they were found guilty. That seemed to send Laine off the deep end. Both her and Ricky went on a tirade at the sentencing. The Judge threw the book at them giving them twenty-five years. When I heard that, I had absolutely no reaction. I didn't care. That was behind me now, and I wanted to start anew. Both of my parents had passed away about ten years before this, and Laine's mother died about a year before. It was sort of a blessing, as I believe that they would have suffered terribly. In March of the next year, I had to go to Chicago for a conference. I was to give a talk about a new procedure that I had developed with my new company. The conference ran from Monday thru Friday. I was to give my talk on Thursday afternoon. Friday was a very abbreviated schedule. Most people would just check out of the hotel and get to the airport. I called Jillian and told her that I would be in Chicago for a week. She was elated. "Oh, Daddy, I can't wait to see you. I have missed you so much. I want to spend as much time with you as I can. We will be able to spend your birthday together, this is a big one you know," she gushed. "You don't have to remind me. Now, I will really be your 'Old Man'," I moaned. "Oh Daddy, forty isn't old at all," she laughed. "Oh yeah, lets see what you say in eighteen years." I said trying to sound sad. She started to giggle and said, "But Daddy, in eighteen years I will only be twenty nine." "Twenty nine," I howled, "and you with a degree in mathematics! I'm going to demand a refund from that alma mater of yours." We spent the rest of the telephone conversation arranging when we would be able to meet, and Jilly insisted that I check out of the hotel on Friday morning, so she would bring me to stay at her apartment, until I caught my flight home on Sunday. I couldn't wait to see her. I missed her so much. On the Sunday, I was to fly to Chicago, but there was a snow storm in Denver. My flight was delayed for hours. Jilly wanted to meet me at the airport, but as I wouldn't be getting in until after 3:00 am, I wouldn't hear of it. I told her that we would have dinner on Monday, after the conference. I got the hotel around 4:00 am, checked in, went to my room and went to bed. The next morning I registered at the conference and confirmed my scheduled talk for Thursday afternoon. I attended a few of the talks, and then went and took a short nap. Revenge is a Bitch: Full Version Please note that amongst other things this story contains BDSM & mild violence. * * * * * * * * * * Chapter 1: Crystal There are many universities & colleges in southern Florida, one of the most popular is Dolphin Beach University. It's Miami location just a ten minute walk from the beach makes it perfect for students who want to party as hard as they study. There are a few local students & even fewer who study there because of a specific course they want to take, but for most it's a party school. Crystal Platt had grown up in Miami, she could have studied anywhere in the country as she had a good high school GPA & her parents were very wealthy, but when her Mother told her they were moving away she immediately decided on studying at Dolphin Beach as she liked their English Literature course & more importantly she wanted the opportunity to enjoy the city she regarded as her home without her parents looking over her shoulder. Crystal was usually thought of as quite pretty, she was 5 foot 5, had 34D breasts, golden blonde hair that hung in a ponytail to half way down her back & was slightly chubby around the stomach, bum & thighs, although she certainly wasn't fat, at the most she was carrying 20 extra pounds. The reason she was carrying a little extra weight was the same reason boys rarely paid her any attention, Crystal was in a wheelchair. Since the age of ten Crystal had suffered from a muscular disease that had left her ankles extremely weak, she could walk, but only a few steps at a time & even then she had virtually no balance. The rest of her body worked okay though so she viewed her disability as an inconvenience rather than something that was spoiling her life. She could still do most things able-bodied people could do including having sex, something she had done a few times with two boys she had briefly dated in her last year of high school. Whilst she had been in school the county had paid for a study assistant for Crystal to push her around school or pick up anything she dropped & if she was going out with one of her friends they would push her chair, but now she was starting university new arrangements would have to be made. Crystal's Father hired two personal assistants for his daughter, he selected the girls carefully, he wanted girls strong enough to be able to comfortably push her chair who spoke good English but came from a poor background abroad. The idea was girls who met these criteria would be prepared to work hard & because of the high wages he would pay them they would give maximum effort when looking after his daughter. Melina was a Hispanic girl from Mexico, she stood 5 foot 7, had black hair & as she had always swam three or four times a week she had strong well toned arms & legs. She hadn't been able to afford to go to university but had got a basic training in physiotherapy. Petra was from the Czech Republic, she was 5 foot 10, had blonde hair & might have had a career as a model if it wasn't for a very noticeable scar diagonally across her left cheek from a childhood accident. The European girl had always enjoyed running so her long legs were even more toned than Melina's & her shoulders were also quite powerful. She had managed to get in to a university on a sports scholarship & had started to train as a nurse but after her second year the scholarship scheme was cancelled so she couldn't afford to complete her training. Both girls were two years older than Crystal & neither would be considered pretty, Petra because of her disfiguring facial scar & Melina because she just wasn't a good looking girl. The pair were perfect to assist Crystal as their partial medical training would enable them to look after the disabled girl even better than her Father had expected. Thanks to her Dad's financial clout both of Crystal's new assistants had no problem obtaining 5 year visas to work in the United States & within a month they each had their own room in the spacious ground floor apartment he had bought for his daughter on the edge of campus. * * * * * * * * * * Chapter 2: Sarina Crystal settled in to university life quite well, she found her course challenging but not beyond her intelligence & with Melina & Petra's help she had no trouble getting around campus or living independently. However having the two attendants with her all the time did stunt her social life a bit, she met lots of people & got on well with most of them but she didn't get really close with any of them. Her fashionable clothes combined with the fact that it got around that her family were wealthy enough to be paying for both of her assistants did draw a little negative attention, especially from one girl, Sarina Clark. Sarina was from a low income family, they couldn't afford for her to go away to university so she had to choose a college in Florida where she got subsidised tuition as a state resident. Everyone who saw her had to admit that Sarina was stunningly beautiful, she was 5 foot 7, had black hair hanging loose to a couple of inches above her gorgeous ass, she was the same age as Crystal & had 34C breasts. Sarina had her own little clique, her two best friends Amelia Pierce & Lisa Partridge were the same age as her & were both very good looking but were comfortably overshadowed by Sarina. All three girls were studying history, Amelia had blonde hair, Lisa had black & they both shared a house on campus with their more beautiful friend. During their final year a fourth member joined their little gang, a girl two years younger than them called Brianna Fabbrini. She was of Italian descent on her Mother's side but was born in Florida, she was 5 foot 2, very pretty, had 32B breasts as well as a plump bottom both of which looked great on her diminutive frame & she had blonde hair with pink highlights that hung loose half way down her back. She was studying multi-media journalism which meant she was good at taking & editing video, a skill her new friends would take full advantage of. Brianna was born in Pensacola to a single Mother, she had no money growing up & even by the time she started university all of her clothes, books & study equipment were second hand. Due to her financial status the state covered her tuition fees in full but she couldn't afford campus housing. So that's how she met Sarina, Amelia & Lisa, they had a tiny spare room in their house that they'd been trying to rent out for two years & Brianna was the first suitable candidate desperate enough to take such a small room, everywhere else she had looked at was too expensive for her but as they had been trying for so long to rent out the box room Sarina & her friends accepted a really low monthly price. * * * * * * * * * * Chapter 3: Bitchy Behaviour It was early in both of their final year's that Crystal first encountered Sarina, due to the changes in their respective timetables those studying English Literature had a very similar third year schedule to those doing History so they started to see each other in lunch & in the library. Sarina had seen Crystal around, she had seen the blonde girl get out of her chair & walk a few steps when she had to, such as getting in or out of a car, she had noticed that she wore designer clothes & had a brand new laptop computer which she used in the library & took to lectures & she observed that both of Crystal's assistants had foreign accents. One day in early October Sarina was in a bad mood, she had been late to class that morning as she had over slept, it was raining & she'd forgotten her umbrella & a boy she fancied had blanked her on their way out of the final lecture of the morning. When she got to lunch she was behind Crystal in the queue for the food counter, Petra had parked the disabled girl their & gone to collect both of their food so Crystal was alone & an easy target for Sarina to take out her anger on. The black haired girl leant forward & shook her wet hair towards Crystal causing a little water to splash on to the seated girl, Crystal turned to see what had splashed her but before she could say anything Sarina cut her off, "Why don't you just get up & walk instead of getting in everyone's way in that chair? I know you can walk I've seen you, your just a fat lazy spoilt rich girl." Crystal was paralysed with shock that anyone could say something so hurtful & before she got her thoughts together enough to reply Petra returned with the food & placing the tray on the blonde girl's lap she wheeled her across to a table. A few days later Melina had left Crystal at a table with both of their food & gone to the bathroom, Sarina this time accompanied by Amelia, Lisa & Brianna approached her before turning to her little clique & saying, "This is the fat lazy bitch I was telling you about, she's so lazy she has to have a couple of mousses push her around." Amelia & Lisa laughed at this before their leader continued, "What's your name anyway rich girl?" Crystal managed to stammer out a reply, "I'm Crystal Platt." Sarina looked down at what Crystal was about to eat before responding, "Well Crystal Platt I think that soup of yours looks a little bland, a precious little Daddy's girl like you deserves something far tastier for her lunch." Amelia & Lisa both broke in to smiles as they knew something was going to happen even if they didn't know what, they had seen Sarina do this sort of thing before, she was playing with the other girl, amusing herself before taking action. Sarina made a hand signal to the shortest of the girls with her, a blonde with pink streaks in her hair who looked a little younger than the others, the girl moved closer & for the first time Crystal noticed that this girl was holding a small digital video camera. Crystal was so distracted looking at the girl with the camera that Amelia had to walk around behind her & turn her head back to face Sarina. The dark haired girl giggled as she made some strange movements with her mouth, after a few seconds she parted her lips to reveal a large amount of flem, she then leant forward & spat a massive gob of it right in to Crystal's soup. She repeated this twice more before leaning even lower, bringing a hand up to her nose & blowing it without a tissue right over the bowl so that several globs of snot fell in to the food. Amelia & Lisa had to take each other by the shoulders to stop themselves from falling as they were laughing so hard, Sarina realised the danger that so much noise could attract attention so she quickly told Crystal that she'd be watching & things would get really nasty for her if even a drop of the soup went uneaten, before she led the two laughing girls away with a far less impressed looking Brianna following behind them. When Melina returned Crystal mentioned nothing about this incident to her as she was far too embarrassed & although the thought of swallowing Sarina's spit & snot revolted her she saw the camera was sat on the table her tormenters had chosen & was pointing straight at her, so she forced herself to gulp down all of the spoilt food. As she lay in bed that night Crystal couldn't get what had happened that lunchtime out of her mind, several questions were running through her brain, some she could find out the answers to, some that would be far harder to find solutions for. Who were these girls? Why did the very good looking dark haired one have a problem with her? Why hadn't she stood up to them? Why hadn't she told anyone what had happened? What was the deal with the girl with the camera? Why had she been so distracted by that girl? & most problematic of all what were they planning on doing with what they had filmed? Early the next week Crystal was studying in the library with some other girls from her course when Sarina, Amelia & Lisa walked in. Once the mean girl & her friends had found a table Crystal quietly asked the girls she was with if anyone knew those girls & luckily for her one of them had met them before so was able to tell her their names & that they were studying History. Crystal made a note of their names in the margin of her work book so she wouldn't forget, then she casually mentioned that she had seen them with another girl at lunch the previous week, she described Brianna but the girl who recognised Sarina, Amelia & Lisa had no idea who this mystery fourth girl was. About half an hour later Sarina walked directly over & stopped right behind Crystal, "Hi Ruth, how are you?" she addressed the girl who had identified Sarina & her friends to Crystal, "Sorry to interrupt, I just need a word with Crystal here," she patted Crystal's head the way you would with a small child, Crystal turned her head to face Sarina, the black haired girl had a smile on her face & once Crystal was facing her she winked before saying loudly enough for the others at the table to hear, "Hi Crystal, remember last Friday I leant you $20 at lunch because you'd forgotten your purse & you needed to get food for yourself & that tall girl who was pushing your chair, I'm sorry to hassle you for the money but I don't have very much & you did say to ask next time I saw you." Crystal was momentarily baffled, she hadn't borrowed any money from Sarina & it hadn't been Petra with her that day, but as she saw Amelia & Lisa beaming over at her she realised that she'd been set up, she knew she had to reply & what's worse she knew that refusing to pay would make her look bad in front of the girls she was with & that she saw every day, so she grimaced at a delighted looking Sarina as she handed over a $20 bill saying, "Thanks for helping me out, sorry I didn't pay you back faster." Sarina had a massive smile on her face as she walked away, she didn't interrupt Crystal's study session again but when the blonde's classmates were looking away she looked Crystal right in the eyes as she stuck her tongue out at her & made it very visible she was handing over $5 each to Amelia & Lisa, their share of the profits. The next week Crystal was at one of the campus bars one evening, she was parked near the edge of the dance floor whilst Melina went to the bar when she saw Brianna walking towards her with that camera in her left hand, she got a nervous feeling as she was sure Sarina was nearby. She was right to be nervous as a couple of seconds later she shrieked out as an unseen hand tipped a full pint of cold water over her head. Sarina had walked up behind her with the drink & by the time she turned to react all she saw was the dark haired girl's back as she disappeared in to the crowded bar area & when she turned back Brianna was also gone. When Melina found her a couple of minutes later she almost dropped the drinks at the sight of her dripping wet boss, the drinks were forgotten & they quickly left. Crystal pretended that someone had tripped & the glass had tipped on to her by accident but she wasn't sure the Mexican girl believed her. Later that same week Crystal was in the campus book store, Melina was busy trying to get a book down from the top shelf for her when Sarina entered the store, walked straight over & whispered in her ear, "I saw you coming in here, I really like that scarf you're wearing, so I'm going to take it!" Before Crystal could react Sarina had tugged the scarf away from her, put it around her own neck & walked out with it. Melina didn't see or hear anything & as far as Crystal could tell she hadn't even noticed the scarf had vanished. Crystal couldn't have cared less about the scarf itself & financially losing it as well as the $20 the week before made absolutely no difference to her, it was the feeling of powerlessness that was upsetting her. Over the next few weeks there were a number of further incidents, one time Sarina grabbed Crystal's wheelchair & span it around loads of times so that the blonde got so dizzy she actually fell out of the chair, another time she stuck a sign on the side of the chair saying "show me your cock", it was Petra who noticed & removed that sign but not until after two men had flashed the disabled girl. Sarina told Crystal that she had written to the immigration department about Melina & Petra being in the country illegally & she started to get bolder about insulting Crystal's assistants to their faces referring to them as gorillas, hermaphrodites, mousses, etc. Sarina also spread a rumour that Crystal was a lesbian, she spat or blew her nose on to Crystal's food or in to her drinks three more times, she took a total of $80 from her between four occasions, she stole two further items of her clothing, she put itching powder down her top, she mooned her twice telling her to kiss her ass both times (Crystal didn't comply with this instruction either time though), she threw flour over her, she snuck up behind Melina & put a hat with antlers attached to it over the Mexican girl's head (to emphasise her mousse comment) & she broke an egg over Petra's hair. She grabbed Crystal's wheelchair & pushed her in to the men's toilets one evening in the largest bar on campus, she crept up behind the blonde & undid her bra during lunch another day meaning those sat near her got a flash of her boobs, she wiped her sweaty armpit across Crystal's face right in front of a shocked Petra & she told a boy Crystal had shown interest in that she had the clap. Every so often Crystal received an email from Sarina featuring a video of the latest cruel thing she had done to her, she didn't know how the black haired girl had got her email address but after a while she was seriously considering deleting the account. On the second Friday of January Crystal had planned to spend the afternoon at the beach with a bag full of books she needed to study but strong wind & heavy rain drove her in to the library instead. By 5.30 most of the tables were empty, apart from Crystal & Petra the only other students present were 3 Japanese boys who appeared to be immersed in science books at the opposite end of the room. As she turned a page Crystal heard someone come in & drop a heavy sounding bag on a table to her left, she casually looked over & to her surprise she saw the mystery fourth girl in Sarina's clique. Quickly she tore her eyes away from the girl & held her book up higher so that her own face was hidden while she thought about how to react, she wanted to talk to the girl but she didn't want to scare her off so she decided to wait. Fifteen minutes later the girl had a laptop computer & a thick book out on the table & she was clearly concentrating hard, Crystal put her own book down, reached out & tapped Petra on the shoulder, when the Czech girl looked around Crystal brought a finger up to her lips to signal to her not to speak. Petra leant forward so Crystal could whisper to her, "Don't turn around, that mystery girl who hangs around with Sarina & always has a camera with her is sat behind you on her own. I want to go over & talk to her but don't want to scare her off. So, please could you wheel me across to sit opposite her at the table, then go & stand behind her so she can't make a run for it." Petra nodded her agreement & quietly got up, moved around behind Crystal & wheeled her over before taking up the position she had been directed to. Crystal just sat there silently staring across the table for several minutes until Brianna looked up & saw her. Startled Brianna immediately moved as if to get up but Petra put a firm hand on her shoulder to stop her from rising. "Hi," Crystal started smiling across at the cute girl opposite her. "Don't worry, we're not going to hurt you, I just want to talk. I thought you might panic & try to leave so I asked Petra to stand behind you & she'll let us know if Sarina, Amelia or Lisa come in, so you can speak freely." She paused to let her words sink in, Brianna closed her book & folded down her laptop, she was well brought up & although she was nervous she wanted to make it clear that Crystal had her full attention. Revenge is a Bitch: Full Version Now that she had a full view of Brianna Crystal appraised the girl sitting opposite her, subconsciously she licked her lips as she took in the sight of the beautiful slightly punk looking girl. She had noticed Brianna's blonde hair with pink streaks in it, her slender figure with small but firm breasts & a plump ass that seemed to fit her diminutive frame perfectly before, but now for the first time she noticed the girl's blue eyes & blemishless complexion. She was wearing blue jeans that had a tare on the left knee, a faded dark blue t-shirt & white sneakers that were also well past their best. Crystal knew this girl was unnoticed by most people when she hung around with Sarina, Amelia & Lisa but she didn't understand why, to her eyes Brianna was far more beautiful than all of the others combined. Bringing her mind back to the reason she had approached the girl Crystal spoke again, "It's a bit embarrassing but I don't even know your name, or how you know Sarina, I know about Amelia & Lisa but nobody I've asked knows anything about you." "My name's Brianna Fabbrini, I'm in first year, I'm studying multi-media journalism & I appear to be the only girl on campus who's desperate enough financially to agree to rent the box room in Sarina's house." She replied. "It's nice to meet you properly Brianna." Smiled Crystal reaching out to shake the shorter girl's hand. The two girls talked for a while about Brianna's financial situation & therefore her upbringing before moving on to the topic of her friendship with Sarina & the others. This included explaining that she had so little money that all of her clothes were second hand from charity shops as well as her laptop & video camera coming from a police auction where she managed to purchase them for a fraction of the normal price as they had been used in an insurance scam. "So why does Sarina have it out for me so badly?" Crystal eventually asked, "I don't really know, I know she's jealous that you have money & she doesn't & I think she realises that you're really pretty so she sees you as competition. In another way though she sees you as an easy target to take her anger out on when she's pissed off because you've never fought back. You know it's me she gets to edit those videos we make of you? I don't want to get involved, in fact I'd rather have absolutely nothing to do with her, she's a mean bitter & twisted bitch, but as I need the cheap & tiny room in her house I can't very well fall out with her." Brianna explained. Crystal took a few seconds to replay the second half of what Brianna had just told her in her mind as she had got quite distracted by the Italian American girl saying she was really pretty About ten minutes later an announcement came over the library speakers saying that the building was going to close in a further five minutes, Crystal & Brianna exchanged cell phone numbers & agreed not to mention anything about their conversation to Sarina before both packed up their stuff & headed off in opposite directions. Crystal had had a long day & went to bed tired that night but she still spent over an hour fingering herself before dropping off to sleep, she didn't know why she was feeling so turned on but if she had remembered her dreams the next morning she would have wondered why a 5 foot 2 Italian American girl with blonde pink streaked hair had featured so prominently. On a Tuesday at the end of January Petra was due to take Crystal to morning lectures, but after breakfast she wheeled her in to the living room with a serious look on her face & she went & woke Melina so that she could join them. Once both foreign girls were sat down Petra addressed her boss, "Miss Crystal, I'm really concerned about the way that Sarina is behaving to you. I think it's time we tell your parents or the head of the University." Melina nodded her agreement. "No," Crystal replied immediately, "But you're right, it has to stop. Rather than telling my parents or reporting her to the University I want to deal with it myself, I have a plan, it's a bit extreme & I'll need both of your help, but if it works she certainly won't be giving me or either of you any more trouble." "Of course Miss Crystal, we want to help you, just tell us what you need & we'll do it." Petra replied straight away & Melina followed up, "Absolutely, they do say payback is a bitch, so let's get her." Crystal had suspected that both girls would agree to help but she still smiled when she heard their keen responses, "Well it's going to take a few weeks to get everything I need together, so until then we need to act no different to usual, once I've got everything I'll let you in on what we're going to do." She explained. Over the next two weeks a number of packages containing a wide variety of strange objects arrived as well as a new higher wheelchair with a few adaptions made to it that you wouldn't notice unless you knew they were there. * * * * * * * * * * Chapter 4: A Very Unique Revenge At the start of February Sarina approached Crystal at lunch & handed her a DVD, "Hey bitch, I just wanted to let you know that if you don't pay me $300 every month from now on everything on there plus anything else I do to you in the future will be made available all over the internet & your name & email address will be right there beside the footage where ever it's posted. I'm feeling really generous today though, so I'll give you til the end of the month to pay the first $300." Sarina simply gave Crystal a nasty smile & walked off before the blonde could even think about replying. She watched the DVD that night & it was an edited compilation of all the nasty things Sarina had done to her, she saw herself eating food after Sarina had been shown spitting or sneezing on it, she saw water being tipped on her, she saw her bra being undone from behind so that she flashed all those in the vicinity, she saw her chair careering in to the boys toilets, she saw herself spinning around in circles before falling out of the chair & she saw Sarina rubbing her sweaty armpit across her face & even over her lips as well as a few other humiliating images. Nothing on that tape was so dreadful that on its own it would be worth paying Sarina to keep it off the internet but combined it would make her look like a complete push over & could result in other girls doing the same nasty stuff to her as she had put up no resistance. She had known the tape was coming, Brianna had texted her a couple of days before to warn her & to be honest Sarina's demand for money actually played in to the plan Crystal had come up with. Everything was ready, the equipment had all been thoroughly tested, Crystal had been using the new adapted wheelchair for a few days & had gone over the plan in her head dozens of times. What she was going to do the next day would not only get full & total revenge on Sarina but it would also give her the opportunity to experience some new, some exciting & some twisted things herself. Crystal knew that the next morning Sarina didn't have a lecture until 10 o'clock & she knew the black haired girl would jump at the chance of getting the $300 straight away so she sent an email telling her blackmailer to meet her at a coffee shop at the far end of the street Crystal's apartment was on. The beauty of this plan was that Sarina would almost certainly use the parking lot at the edge of campus & walk the short distance to the coffee shop from there rather than pay parking fees, this would take her right past Crystal's apartment. Crystal knew that Sarina didn't know her address & she knew that she wouldn't tell anyone she was going to meet Crystal as according to Brianna she hadn't told her friends about the demands for money so that she could keep all the profits for herself. At 9.20 the next morning Sarina strolled casually alongside the entrance to the apartment block where Crystal lived but instead of going straight past she found herself pulled violently through the open gate. Before she had chance to focus on who'd snatched her one of her attackers grabbed her around the waist lifting her easily in to the air whilst the other blindfolded her & tied a scarf around her lower head covering her mouth to muffle the expected screams. Sarina felt herself being swung around in circles for a few seconds by two of her attackers which left her profoundly dizzy, then she heard a door open in front of her & realised they were in a corridor which after literally three seconds was followed by another door opening. Sarina correctly assumed she was being taken in to an apartment & based on the distance from its door to where she was put down she discerned that it was a large apartment. Nobody had spoken since she had been grabbed so she had no way of figuring out who or how many of them there were, all she knew was that she was laid on her front on a bed & hands had just descended on her again. She felt her clothes being removed, all of her clothes, when she was completely naked she felt something being placed around her genitals, it didn't feel like underwear but it did cover the same areas. Then two of her captors lifted her almost naked body & carried her to another room, this time she heard something, someone who sounded female clapped whilst saying, "Yay, well done girls." Crystal was delighted to see Petra & Melina carry Sarina in to the living room, the captured girl was nude apart from an adult nappy, a blindfold & a scarf over her mouth. Even in such an undignified situation Crystal had to admit Sarina still looked gorgeous but that wasn't going to save her. Crystal watched on as her two assistants really got to work, Petra took out two syringes & pulled the nappy down a bit so she could inject something in to each of Sarina's ass cheeks. Petra knew that this method would get both substances she had injected in to their victim's blood stream very quickly, she had injected a muscle relaxant in to one cheek & a mild pain killer in to the other. Once the nappy was properly back in place Melina started to vigorously massage the back of the girl's legs & her lower back & kept doing this for about ten minutes. Once the Mexican girl thought Sarina's muscles were loose enough the two assistants rapidly dressed their prisoner in tight fitting PVC trousers & a similar top along with socks & some soft slippers. Sarina was incredibly confused as to what was happening to her, the treatment she had faced so far hadn't been particularly unpleasant or sexual so she couldn't work out what the purpose of all this was. Crystal knew the next part of the plan was the crucial one, if this didn't work the whole idea would fall. Sarina was again picked up & this time was carried over to the new wheelchair, she was manoeuvred in to a position that left her head resting on the seat of the chair & her knees on the padded foot rest. The girls moved her around so that the back of her head was against the back rest of the chair, this left her knees against the lower edge of the foot rest. Her ankles were pulled up against the back of her thighs & she felt a strap being attached around her legs to hold her in this position. Her arms were brought down to rest against her sides & two more straps were wound around her middle to hold them in place. Petra then produced a dark blue sleeping bag, with Melina's help she started to pull it up Sarina's body until it reached her neck, instead of a zip at the top of the bag small locks had been attached on either side & it was clipped firmly to the sides of the chair. Next Melina gently fitted a neck collar to Sarina, the kind of thing you'd use on someone with a spinal injury, its colour was identical to the sleeping bag & once it was on securely the top of the sleeping bag was clipped tightly to its base. Then Petra picked up two almost square pads which were also the same colour as the sleeping bag, these clipped to the inside of the chair's arms & covered all the space between the back of the chair & the edge of the seat. The chair was turned to face Crystal who was still sat on the sofa watching, now as she looked at the wheelchair she was delighted to see that apart from the head on the seat there was no visible sign that Sarina was there at all, it just looked like a very padded wheelchair. Crystal gestured for Petra to remove the scarf covering Sarina's mouth but when she also went to remove the blindfold the disabled girl signalled for her to stop. There was no longer any reason to keep Sarina in the dark as she had no means of escape but Crystal was enjoying the obvious confusion her enemy was in. After a few seconds of silence Crystal finally spoke to the trapped girl, "Comfortable Sarina? I bet you're really confused & I bet you want to know what's going on, well when you find out you'll wish you didn't know!" she joked. Sarina recognised Crystal's voice now that the blonde had finally spoken to her & she rightly assumed the laughter that followed her comments came from Petra & Melina. Crystal got to her feet & was helped to stagger across to the wheelchair, she lifted her skirt as she turned & with Petra & Melina taking one arm each to assist her the blonde dropped her plump ass right on to Sarina's trapped face. Crystal wriggled around to get comfortable & once she was settled one last piece of padding was positioned against the back of the chair covering the restrained girl's forehead. Petra lifted the back of Crystal's skirt so that she could remove Sarina's blindfold, she giggled as she did so as all that was now visible of the black haired girl was her nose, eyes & the areas around them & as she dropped the hem of her bosses skirt those swiftly disappeared. Sarina was in hell, she couldn't move an inch & a girl she hated had just dropped her fat naked ass right on her face. The black haired girl's nose was pressed right against Crystal's asshole & the blonde's pussy was right above her mouth. Crystal was wearing the longest skirt she owned, when she stood it reached well beneath her knees & in her seated position it fell low enough to avoid her giving the world a view of her snatch. A lone video camera was focused on the scene, looking through the lens all that was visible was a chubby girl with big breasts & quite a pretty face sat on a very padded blue wheelchair. All the padding was dark blue & it surrounded the girl in the chair as well as supporting her legs, her appearance was unusual & would certainly draw attention but there was absolutely no hint that under the blonde girl a black haired girl was trapped. Sarina strained & struggled but she just couldn't move an inch, there was nothing she could do to get Crystal off her face, nothing she could do to get free. As her eyes grew use to the limited light she had she could see the disabled girl's chubby backside & lower back but nothing else. As her other senses adapted to her situation Sarina realised that she could breathe comfortably but every breath through her nose drew in the unpleasant smell of a sweaty asscrack & every breath through her mouth was scented with the no more pleasant smell of a clearly unwashed but excited pussy. "As you must have realised by now there's absolutely no way you can escape, this won't be a good day for you, in fact I'm going to make sure it's thoroughly unpleasant but you can at least avoid public humiliation if you behave yourself & do everything I say." Crystal started with a very satisfied smile on her face, she had been planning this for weeks & it still hadn't fully sunk in that her plan had worked perfectly. "You will stay absolutely silent down there, if you alert anyone & they let you out they'll find you dressed in kinky looking PVC clothing & an adult nappy, now you will probably hate everything I do to you today & you'll be praying for release but this is just for one day where as if you are released in public you can guarantee people will take photos of you on their phones & those photos will follow you for years, after all how often do people get to see a pretty girl wearing bondage clothes & a nappy!" Crystal laughed as she finished saying this & Sarina knew that it was all true, she didn't think there was anything the chubby girl could do to her that would make her let anyone see her dressed like this. "You've been a bitch to me & you've bullied me for months, so today I'm going to teach you a lesson. If you obey my every command this will all stay private but if you refuse to do anything things will get so much worse for you. I've never received oral sex before but today you'll be licking my pussy a lot, whenever I want in fact! I was talking to that blind girl who's training to be a French & Spanish language translator last week & she told me that when you can't see your other senses improve, so as you can't see anything down there I wanted to make sure to give your senses of smell & taste a treat so I haven't showered for a couple of days, if I taste as ripe as I smell it should be really delicious for you!" Crystal laughed mockingly as she said this. Crystal hadn't enjoyed the sweaty feeling for the past two days but it was all worth it as she felt Sarina's breath in her sweaty asscrack. She had never dominated anyone like this before or behaved like a bitch before but as she knew her victim totally deserved it it was starting to really turn her on. "I won't always be able to give you instructions of what to do as we'll be in class or around other people, but if I tap your head it means I want you to start licking, if I tap you twice it means either speed up or slow down & if I tap you three times it means I want you to hold your mouth open but not to lick." Sarina took in the instructions as her stomach turned at the thought of having to go down on another girl, she had never done it before & had never wanted to but now she was being forced to lick the unwashed snatch of a fat girl who she found disgusting at the best of times. "Petra & Melina will both be accompanying us to lectures today just in case there are any problems, it will take about 15 minutes to get to my first lecture, I want to have an orgasm before we go in so start licking." She instructed Sarina. She wanted with every ounce of her being to refuse, to tell Crystal to fuck off, but she knew it wasn't an option, so with revulsion in her heart Sarina stuck out her tongue & tasted another woman's pussy juices for the first time. Crystal's slit tasted nasty & sour, a few boys had gone down on her in the past & none had complained about the flavour so Sarina presumed that if clean a woman's juices probably tasted okay, but that did nothing to help her predicament. As Petra wheeled the unusual looking wheelchair out of the apartment & along the street Crystal prodded Sarina & whispered for her to go faster. Sarina felt so exposed knowing that this was all happening out in public but as nobody remarked as they passed the helpless girl relaxed a tiny bit as she realised that she was indeed entirely hidden. When they reached campus Crystal had Petra stop the chair in the quad, she had a massive smile on her face as she came right there in public, she had held up a magazine in front of herself to hide her face but if they hadn't picked a spot a little away from everyone else her loud breathing would have given her away. The taste of the plump girl's cum flooded Sarina's senses as the blonde's juices cascaded in to her mouth. The taste was foul, a bit like sweat, a bit like fish & a bit sour, it was a taste she wished she would never experience again in her life but that she knew she'd be enduring for the rest of the day. Just before the chair started to move again Crystal tapped Sarina on the side of the head again & whispered, "This time I want you to lick me long & slow, I don't want to cum during this lecture but I want a constant buzz, a constant feeling that a few hard thrusts could send me over the edge." Revenge is a Bitch: Full Version As they set off Sarina's tongue got back to work, she considered defying her tormenter & making her cum loudly in the middle of the lecture, but although this would certainly embarrass Crystal she presumed that the chubby girl would retaliate by letting everyone see who had made her cum so spectacularly. That morning's lecture proved to be the best Crystal had ever sat through, she couldn't remember afterwards if the subject was even the slightest bit interesting but the constant tingle from between her legs had made it a seriously fun hour & a half. As she was wheeled out after the class the blonde wondered whether the experience would have been just as fun no matter who it was servicing her or whether it was more stimulating because she was forcing a girl she hated to do it. As Melina parked her chair in the quad again & Petra went to get coffees for all of them Crystal tapped Sarina three times on the side of the head & whispered, "Open wide, I've got a drink for you." Sarina was thirsty & for a few seconds she thought that maybe finally Crystal was showing a little mercy but the plump bottom didn't move from her face & then a warm trickle entered her mouth, a bitter tasting warm liquid was flowing past her lips & she realised that Crystal was pissing right in to her mouth. Sarina couldn't believe this was happening it was so humiliating, so degrading, so disgusting, but she couldn't stop it & what's more her mouth was starting to fill. She realised with horror that she would have to swallow the vile liquid, she couldn't bare the thought of doing it but if she didn't it would start to spill out on to her face & she dreaded what Crystal might do if that happened. So she screwed her eyes firmly shut & forced herself to swallow. Crystal giggled to herself as she felt the girl beneath her gulping down her piss, she forced out every last drop she could & after almost thirty seconds when her flow had stopped she whispered for the black haired girl to lick her clean. When Petra returned with three coffees the trio & their prisoner went to the library, whilst Crystal studied Sarina went back to licking her. Just before she was ready to go to lunch the blonde indicated for Sarina to hurry up & a couple of minutes later she was forced to cover her mouth with both hands to muffle the sound of the massive orgasm she had. A few people sat near her looked around concernedly & someone even asked if she was all right as she clearly hadn't done a perfect job of hiding her orgasm, but they seemed to believe her excuse about needing to take deep breaths as she felt a bit ill & that she probably just needed to eat something. As they headed for lunch Crystal had the biggest smile on her face & it wasn't just the afterglow of the great orgasm she had just had, she had planned a couple of things for lunchtime & was really looking forward to both. Sarina was in absolute & total hell, her mouth tasted of a mixture of fish & piss, all she could smell was ass sweat & the muscle relaxant was wearing off so she was starting to get stiff & uncomfortable in her binds. The only thing keeping her calm under Crystal's big butt was thoughts of the long, painful & humiliating revenge she was determined to get on the fat bitch. Petra knew exactly where Crystal wanted to go as soon as they entered lunch so wheeled her straight there, from her prone position Sarina had no way of knowing what was about to happen but she gasped when she heard who Crystal started to speak to. "No Sarina today?" Crystal asked, "Luckily for you she fancied a day off." Amelia responded, "But if you need someone to spit in your food I'd be happy to help." Taunted Lisa, "Oh please, neither of you have the guts to do anything without your slut of a leader." Crystal laughed. "You wouldn't talk to us like that if Sarina was here." Amelia retorted, "Yes I would." Crystal smiled slyly as she said this, "Even that little first year who usually follows you around has deserted you today, don't you two get it, it's Sarina who some of the stupider boys & the shallower girls like, you two are just a couple of cheap slappers with about five brain cells between you!" Crystal laughed more loudly this time. Amelia went to get up but Lisa grabbed her arm pointing at Melina & Petra, "You should listen to her Amelia, Lisa may wear skirts so short most people think they're belts but at least she seems to know that if either of you attempt to lay a hand on me Melina & Petra will have you bent over & receiving a very public spanking within seconds." Crystal taunted. A wave of Crystal's hand indicated to Petra that it was time for them to go & find their own table but as she was turned away Crystal called back, "Send my love to Sarina, I hope she can drag herself out of whoever's bed she's in for long enough to turn up tomorrow!" she joked as Petra turned & winked at Lisa. Sarina had been forced to listen to Crystal slagging her off & taunting her friends & there was nothing she could do about it, it made her feel so powerless & at the same time so vulnerable, all Crystal would have had to do was raise her ass up & lift her skirt to reveal her face under her ass & Amelia & Lisa would have lost all respect for her immediately. Melina went to get food for herself, Petra & Crystal once they'd found a table, in the noisy food hall Crystal could whisper loudly enough for Sarina to hear but quietly enough so that only she could hear, "It was nice to see Amelia & Lisa but they didn't seem like their usual selves. Just think right now there are about 150 people here, if I got up now they'd all see that you'd spent the morning under my ass! I wonder if they'd help you or whether a queue of cocks & cunts would form ready to take turns with your mouth, what do you think?" she teased. When Melina returned with a can of coke & a plate of tacos with salsa sauce for Crystal as well as food for herself & Petra the three girls sat & chatted completely ignoring the fact that Sarina was even there. Once they'd finished eating Melina wheeled Crystal's chair as the girls went to the park, it was a sunny day & Crystal had half an hour until her next lecture. They picked a spot far enough from anyone else that they couldn't be overheard, Petra & Melina lay on the grass on either side of the disabled girl's wheelchair & sunbathed as the three chatted about nothing in particular. After about fifteen minutes Crystal was feeling quite hot from sitting in the sun, normally she would have moved in to the shade but she knew the sweatier she was the nastier things got for Sarina, she thought she could actually feel a bead of sweat drip down her asscrack & on to the bitch's face. As Crystal giggled at the thought of that she leant forward slightly & was caught slightly by surprise at the long loud blart she heard & felt below her. She started to laugh & heard Petra & Melina reacting in the same way on either side of her as all three revelled in the fact that she had just farted right up Sarina's nose. "Ah I knew there was a reason I ate all those tacos for lunch!" she said as she tapped Sarina's head to get her attention, seconds later she strained hard & let off two more loud blasts on her enemy's face. Sarina was in tears under Crystal's fat, sweaty, smelly ass, she had thought the growing stench of ass sweat was bad enough, but now the stink assaulting her nostrils was the worst thing she had ever smelt, it was like rotten cabbage & bad eggs mixed together & pumped straight in to her nose. As Crystal sat there & let out fart after fart laughing with every one Sarina actually thought she was going to pass out from the smell, in fact it got so bad she wished she could have passed out to escape it. When it was time to leave for lectures Petra sprayed Crystal with some perfume to make sure she didn't smell sweaty, as it happened Sarina's face had absorbed most of the fart smell so with the perfume on Crystal didn't smell bad at all. Sarina suffered under Crystal's sweaty ass for another two hours of lectures that afternoon, she silently licked the blonde to two more orgasms, drank her piss again & breathed in countless more of her silent farts. If things weren't bad enough for her the half hour out in the sun had left Crystal's snatch even sweatier than it was before meaning the taste tormenting the black haired girl's mouth was even grosser than it was before lunch. When the bell rang at 4 o'clock it signalled the end of Crystal's last lecture of the day, nobody told Sarina this though & the first she knew of the fact that they were heading away from campus was when she felt the chair moving over less even ground & heard birds tweeting in the distance. When they reached Crystal's house the chair was wheeled back in to the living room, Crystal spent about ten minutes taunting Sarina whilst letting out a string of long loud farts. When she finally tired of this Crystal addressed her victim, "You probably think today has been the worst day of your life & you probably think now lectures are done for the day I'm going to let you go, well your wrong! You've been tormenting & humiliating me for months so why should I let you go so soon? I have plans this evening & you'll be accompanying me, but for now I think it's time my friends get the chance of a little payback too. Petra & Melina are going to have some fun with you, I've said they can have you for half an hour each, I've told them what they can & can't do to you & I trust them to stick to that. I've told them they can't make you drink their piss or do anything nastier than anything I've done to you, but if you refuse any orders they give you things will get so much worse for you." Almost as soon as Crystal had finished saying this she heard a muffled voice coming from below her, "Please Crystal, let me go. You've had your revenge on me, today has been horrible, please just let me go & I promise I won't tell anyone about what you've done & I promise I'll never be mean to you again, just please let me go." Sarina pleaded. "No chance." Was Crystal's simple response. "Well could you at least untie me for a few minutes? I really really need to pee." She begged, "What! Have you been holding it in all day? Oh wow you are stupid. I wasn't joking when I said we'd put a nappy on you, so you have two choices, either hold it in for several more hours or piss yourself, it's your decision." Crystal stated with an amused smile. Crystal sat there in silence for a few seconds before to her amusement she felt Sarina relax & she faintly heard the trapped girl pissing beneath her. Because the bag was done up so well there was no odour once Sarina had finished although she did think that the area of the sleeping bag over the prone girl's crotch was slightly warmer than before. Melina came around behind Crystal lifting the back of her bosses skirt & again blindfolding Sarina, she also removed the blue padding they had added to the sides of the wheelchair that morning so that they would be able to see their captive more clearly. Crystal scooted forward intending to climb off the black haired girl's face but as her asshole brushed over the trapped girl's lips she paused, "I've just had a really fun idea, open your mouth bitch, I'm going to fart again & you're going to eat my fart! Then I want you to tell me how it tasted & if you lie I might just use your mouth for a far nastier purpose!" she laughed. Sarina felt sick at what she had just heard but she didn't even want to think about what Crystal could be threatening to do if she disobeyed, so dreading what was about to happen she opened her mouth. "Oh and one more rule, for the rest of the day if you speak to Petra, Melina or myself you will address us as Princess. Now open wide!" she giggled. As Crystal readied herself a camera positioned on the other side of the room adjusted its focus to get a real close up on the scene in front of it, it's operator almost laughed as she could now see so clearly Sarina's face, Sarina's lips, Crystal's asshole, Crystal's asshole right over Sarina's lips. The camera woman thought she had a great view & with a bit of clever editing to remove the blindfold it could be made to look like the victim of this little scene was in fact a willing participant. Crystal had a creative mind & this latest game along with making Sarina call her princess was just another way to humiliate the girl who had gotten so much pleasure from tormenting her for the past few months. Crystal pressed her asshole firmly down on Sarina's open mouth before ordering the helpless girl to make a seal with her lips so that nothing could escape her mouth. When she was satisfied the chubby blonde strained with all the force she could & let out a massive fart that went on for almost five seconds right in to her worst enemy's mouth. Crystal almost fell off Sarina's face she was laughing so hard where as her victim gulped down the noxious gas whilst trying not to vomit. When she got the laughter under control Crystal raised her ass slightly so that Sarina could speak, "Well slut, how did it taste?" asked Crystal, Sarina coughed a little before forcing herself to say, "It tasted like tacos Princess Crystal." Crystal laughed again before lowering back in to position, "Oh Yummy! Well I guess you'd like some more then!" she laughed before blasting out three more loud eruptions that Sarina was forced to swallow. Then to Sarina's immense relief Crystal finally climbed off of her, Petra & Melina took her by the arms & helped her to her bathroom. Whilst Crystal relieved herself Petra ran her a hot deep bath filled with pink bubble bath & Melina laid out towels & clean clothing. When she was undressed both girls lifted Crystal in to the bath, Petra stayed to provide any help her boss needed whilst Melina returned to the living room for her half hour with Sarina. Before she did anything else the Mexican girl poured some mouth wash in to Sarina's mouth & made the trapped girl swill it around her mouth before spitting it in to a bowl she held up in front of her. "This is going to be more fun for me if you are tasting only me." Melina simply stated in explanation of her actions. "I'm afraid like Miss Crystal I have not showered for the last two days, I hope I taste really nasty for you." She laughed as she removed her skirt & panties. Melina hurriedly clambered on to the wheelchair making sure to sandwich Sarina's face between her muscular but very sweaty buttocks. The 5 foot 7 Hispanic girl spent her whole half hour making the younger girl lick her smelly snatch as she came four times on her face. She was sure to taunt the bitchy girl for the whole time & she too took the opportunity to fart on the trapped girl's face several times. "Breathe it in whore, that's for calling me a mousse! & that's for trying to get me deported!" She almost shouted as she let out two particularly violent & foul smelling blasts. When her half hour was up Melina didn't even acknowledge Sarina, she just farted one last time on her face before standing & leaving the room. A few minutes later Melina replaced Petra watching over Crystal's bath & the taller girl headed to the living room for her turn with Sarina. Before she started Petra repeated Melina's routine with the mouth wash & also thoroughly washed the shorter girl's face with lemon scented liquid soap & a flannel as she wanted to get rid of the smell & mess Melina had left on her. As she was blindfolded Sarina had no idea that Petra was kneeling next to the side of the wheelchair so was shocked when the Czech girl leant in & spoke quietly right next to her ear, so close that she could feel her breath as she said, "I think whatever Melina did to you was to punish you, she wanted to make it as unpleasant for you as she could & also fun for her, but she likes boys so I think it was more about it being nasty for you. I don't like boys, I date girls, so for the next half an hour you are completely for my pleasure." If she liked girls Sarina would probably have been a little turned on by Petra's sexy European accent, but as she didn't all she could think was that it was bad enough straight girls making her do gross stuff for them but a lesbian would be even more demanding as she'd be used to girls who are well practiced at oral sex. Petra was 5 foot 10 so it was easy for her to straddle the wheelchair, she positioned her pussy right over Sarina's lips as she threaded her long toned legs under the arms of the chair so that she was sat reasonably securely facing away from the prone girl's feet. If she had been operating the camera trained on the situation Petra would have been surprised to see a slight smile play across Sarina's face as she stuck out her tongue & started to lick the Czech girl's soaking slit. Sarina didn't mean to smile but she couldn't help appreciating the fact that things were a little better than they had been for the past few hours. Petra was actually pretty clean, yes she was a little sweaty from spending time in the hot sun that lunchtime but she had clearly showered that morning, this meant she tasted all right, not good, but all right. The fact that Petra was sitting facing away from her feet also helped as it meant for the first time in seven & a half hours her face wasn't stuffed between a girl's sweaty butt cheeks. Petra was true to her word, her half hour was entirely about her own pleasure, she didn't tease or taunt Sarina, instead she gave the bound girl instructions on how she wanted to be licked, when she wanted her to move her tongue, how fast, how hard, exactly what she wanted & that resulted in her climaxing an impressive six times. The tall girl was so turned on after the third orgasm that she actually took off her top & started massaging her own nipples right there in the middle of the living room. When it was finally time for her to climb off Petra looked down & giggled at the mess she had left on Sarina's cum stained face, "I think with more practice you could make a very good lesbian, if I wasn't really in to one of your friends I would let you have the chance to practice by licking me again whenever you like!" she joked. After spending the last hour constantly licking pussy Sarina was relieved that her aching jaw was finally going to get some rest, she felt the cool air hit her face as Petra stood up & she heard the European girl saying something to her but she was too distracted to listen. She wished they'd remove the blindfold & she wished someone would give her some more of the mouthwash to get rid of the cum taste in her mouth. Almost as soon as Sarina had thought it Petra returned with the mouthwash & a clean flannel, she even gave the trapped girl a few mouthfuls of water but she didn't remove the blindfold & as she turned to leave she stopped & addressed the shorter girl, "I hope your tongue isn't too tired because you've got one more pussy to lick!". As Petra left giggling panicked thoughts ran through Sarina's brain, Crystal had gone for a bath & she had just spent half an hour under each of her assistants, so who was this extra girl, she was sure nobody else had been there, she hadn't heard another girl speak or be spoken to, so what was going on? As she strained to try & hear if someone else was really in the room that question at least was answered as she felt hands on either side of her head then ear plugs were shoved in to both of her ears meaning she would only be able to hear muffled sounds if anything at all. Sarina felt someone's weight on the wheelchair above her, she felt skin brush over her lips but she didn't react, then she felt one of the ear plugs removed as Melina said angrily, "She wants you to kiss her ass you dumb cunt!". The ear plug was roughly reinserted & the skin that she now knew was an arse cheek brushed her lips again, this time Sarina rapidly planted kisses all over the cheek & did the same when that cheek was replaced with the other one. Revenge is a Dish I woke up at very late in the afternoon. For a while, I laid in bed, my head too painful to move. My mouth was dry and there was a sticky film on my lips. Eventually, what I took to be either pangs of hunger or waves of nausea prompted me to get up and get a shower. After drying myself off and selecting the most casual clothes I had, I ventured out of my room and made my way through my parents' house. Their house, typical of my family, was in fact a huge mansion that sat on some 200 acres of rural New York land. It was, mostly, to my benefit that I had grown up in such an economically superior family. My great-grandfather had, in his youth, made several investments which proved wised and insured that future generations of his clan would live very comfortably. The house that I had woken up in was the place where I grew up and when my grandfather died, became the legal property of my father. Although my sister and myself had since moved on, we had recently returned to the estate to attend our mother's annual benefit for the Metropolitan Opera Company. While I never looked forward to these parties as long as I can remember, this year proved particularly... distressing. And so that morning, sporting a wicked hangover, I made my way down the servants' stairway into the kitchen where, to my relief, no one was. I piled as much food as I could on top of a large serving plate, grabbed a bottle of orange juice, an extra large bottle of Aspirin and heading to one of the numerous terraces overlooking our land. As luck would have it, I picked the one spot that was actually inhabited but before I could slip away I was noticed. "Ah, Jonathan, there you are. " It was my mother, looking as happy as I had ever seen her. No doubt her benefit had gone well. "Hey mom. " I groaned. I tried to think of an excuse to get away. "Sit down! " She said forcefully. " I lost track of you pretty early last night. I know you don't like the Benefit but you could have stayed a little longer. " With a mouthful of food I answered. " Well, I became, err, engaged. " "Hmmm, yes, well by the looks of you I think I know what happened. I mean, I would expect that kind of behavior from your father... " Upon the mention of my father, I jumped. "John, what's the matter? " "Umm, nothing, Mom. Food went down the wrong pipe. " In fact, there was something seriously wrong. I sat quietly and ate, trying desperately not to look my mother square in the face. However, my mother, among her many talents, could always tell when something was amiss. " Seriously John, you don't look good. What is wrong? " "Nothing. " "Are you sure? What happened? " "Nothing. " She turned in her chair to face me. I knew I was going to have a hard time escaping her. "John, honestly, what's the matter? " "Nothing! " I realized I shouting and tense. This was only going to make matters worse. " I just, had to much too drink last night. I'm not used to that Champagne... strong stuff " Mom wasn't buying it at all but she backed off anyway. I continued to eat and then quietly excused myself. Later that night, after spending hours hold up in my room, I was told to come downstairs for dinner by one of our maids. Reluctantly, I went to the dining room where I found my mother sitting alone at the table, various covered dishes sitting in front of her. What she told me made me cringe again and instantly put me into a fouler mood. "Your father and sister went out tonight. He wanted to show her something at the club. " I did nothing but shrug my shoulders and dip my spoon into a bowl of potato soup. Mother and I got through two courses without saying a word. Yes, the situation was tense but I was in no mood to talk. Finally, my mother broke the silence. " Look John. I know you and I know when something is wrong so either you tell me or at least act like everything is alright. " I pushed around some spring beans on my plate while a fierce debate raged in my head. Should I tell her? I finally decided to broach the subject gently. "Dad and Julia certainly spend a lot of time together.. " I waited to see how my mother would react. Nothing. " I mean, I don't remember them ever being... close. " The last word certainly did something to my mother. While she never let anything openly shock her, she did have this habit where she would pick an object, in this case a wine glass, and play with it. "Well, they've got a lot in common now. With your sister in investments and such. I just think you father has taken an interest in her, that's all.. " She replied without taking her eyes away from the glass. "Yea, but, I've never known them to be so involved in, um, with one another. I just think it's strange that's all.. " She pushed her plate away from here and settle in the chair. On cue, our maid, Sarah, entered the room. "Sarah, when you're done clearing the things, can you get me that bottle of Port that Howellstone gave us? Thanks. " My mom drinking anything the least bit stronger than wine was not a good sign. I too accepted a glass of the Port and Sarah left us alone. I now wondered how much my mother knew. "Well, I saw something strange. I was pretty tipsy at the time, but still.... " Confidence was growing in me. " I went to Dad's garage and I saw Dad with Julia. " Mom poured herself another glass. "But, they were, well, they were together. " An obviously fake smile appeared on my mother's face and she feigned ignorance. " Together, why what's that suppose to mean? " I was certain what she knew I had to say but I decided to say it anyway. I took a deep breath. " They were having sex. " I expected my mother too do something rash, like get up and run away screaming or throw her glass. Instead, she got up and retrieved a cigarette from a silver case that sat atop a side board. I sort of felt, well, bad. It was plain that this really disturbed her, as it should and as it disturbed me. She lit the cigarette and returned to the table. I could see the wheels turning behind her eyes. " Look, you know your father and I have not had the best relationship. Let me finish. When we got married we were in love but soon it all went away. However, our marriage was much more than a relationship: with all the money involved it was, um, as business deal. We couldn't get out of it. " "Yes, but... " I tried to interrupt but mom continued. " A long time ago, after you and your sister were born we had an arrangement. What I would do with whom I chose was my business and likewise with you father. That's it. " That I understand. While my parents lived in the same house, they had separate bedrooms and I always knew why. Still, it didn't really explain, nor justify, what I had seen the previous night. " But mom, Julia and Dad? " She pursed her lips and stared intently at the wall. " That happened only recently. " "So you knew? " I asked at the edge of my seat. "Four years ago, I came home and, let me be blunt, your sister, well, was on top of your dad. It hurt me for so many reasons but like I said, it would just be too complicated to do anything about it. Plus, you know how people gossip, it's better if it's left alone. " I rose out of my chair angry. " But it's wrong! " She simply shrugged her shoulders. " Dear, there are so many things wrong with our family, this is least of it, believe me. " I shrank back into my seat, unable to comment. Unable to really think. Eventually, my mom left the room and I was left to wallow in the revelations that had just unfolded before me. It was Sarah clearing the table that snapped me out of my stupor. I dragged my numb body to my room and lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling. After some time, my feelings had subsided or at least, I was able to think clearly. I desperately wanted to talk to my mother again. And so I crept through the house until at last I reached her suite. I knocked on the door. "Who is it? " She called. "It's me, John " The door swung open and my mom stood there in a robe closed tightly between her fists. "I need to talk. " "Well, alright, hold on... " I didn't even think, I just pushed past her and sat on her bed. She closed the door and a worried, somewhat startled expression was painted on her face. "Mom, look, I'm willing to at least compromise but I think it would be best if we put a stop to this. " She came a little closer, robe still clutched shut. " I know, I know. But it's not that easy. It could blow up into something big, John. " "They have to listen to reason! They must know it's not right. If we just confront them! " She could tell I was upset. Taking me in her arms, she pressed my face against her stomach. Because she embraced me, her robe opened slightly. My face came into contact with the warm skin of her stomach. I pressed my face in to her flesh, trying to find greater refuge. I could feel the weight of her breast on my head; the soft skin of her chest rubbing smoothly on my forehead. I, well, I started to kiss her on the stomach. At first it was innocent, or it seemed that way. I kissed her like she was my mother. But then I allowed my tongue to slip out of my mouth and the kissing became more heated. She pushed away from me. "I think you better leave. " She pulled her robe tightly around her and adopted a tense posture. Her face was tight and focused. I was, perhaps, as surprised as she was at my own actions. Quietly, I rose from the bed and left her room. Walking down the hallway, I heard her door close behind me. I was, to say the least, confused and upset. I felt the best course of action was to drown my sorrows in a bottle of alcohol. Like the previous day, I woke up in late in the afternoon. I dragged myself out of bed, took a shower and crept to the kitchen. I stole a bunch of food, then retreated back to my room. Silently, I picked at the mixed dish and tried hard to believe my life wasn't a total wreck. From my window, I watched the day turn to night. Never once did I notice any sign of activity from the house. At some point, I turned on the television and without even noticing, watched whatever was on for what seemed like hours. Close to midnight, there was a soft knock on the door. " Who is it?. " I yelled, breaking through my stupor. "Mom. " I froze, not knowing what to do. Finally, I took a deep breath, got out of bed and opened the door. She was wearing a big wool sweater and large khaki pants. It was the most casual, and least feminine, that I had ever seen her. "May I come in? " she asked. I stepped aside and she entered my room. She looked around as if it was an entirely new place and then she noticed the empty bottles. " That's a nasty habit. I should know, your grandfather almost drank his fortune away. " "I know. I know. " "Well, then stop. Okay? I just wanted to check on you. Are you hungry, I can have Sarah bring something up for you?. " I shook my head. " Okay, drink some liquids that aren't alcoholic, okay? " "Okay. " She walked over to the door and just before she left, Mom turned around. " I care about you. We're going to get through this. We're all tougher than this. " She moved closed to me and placed a palm on my cheek. For my part, I just kept my arms as close to my sides as possible and looked away from her. She got on her tip toes and planted a kiss on my forehead and then drew back to look at me. "It's going to be okay. " she said again. I believed her. Then, looking like she was going to actually turn around and leave she instead walked closer to me. Closing her eyes, she got on her toes again and placed her lips on mine. I was frozen solid, unsure of what to do. But before I could decide, she pulled back and looked at me, placing a hand over her mouth. The air was simply electric and our nerves were no less charged. I couldn't believe what she had done but somehow, it seemed so natural. I raised my arms, which felt like lead, and took my mother by the shoulders and drew her close. I leaned in and started to kiss her. It was passionate, more so because of our relationship. We made out; I pushed her against the wall and our tongues met. It became playful when we started to bite out each others lips and ran our hands up and down the lengths of one another's body. My mom pushed on me which I took as an indication for me to let up. Instead, she pushed me over to the bed until I fell backwards, our mouths coming apart. Mom withdrew her arms into the sweater and pushed it over her head. Underneath she was wearing a shear, black bra which muted the color of her nipples. Her breast weren't big but had obviously grown with age and her fleshy cleavage was lifted up and over her lingerie. I too, pulled my shirt off and my own mother straddled me, her flesh rubbing against my chest. Taking her in a bear hug, I planted my lips on the soft skin of her neck and we rolled around on the bed. I was aroused, to say the least, and the fact that I was engaged with my own mother only heightened the experience. My hands fumbled behind her back, trying to unclasp her bra. She straightened, twisted her arms around her and the straps of her bra came loose. She delicately slid her underwear from her body and revealed her bare chest. I was a little reluctant at first but I gently took each breast in the palm of hands and fondled. I ran my thumbs over her erect nipples which seemed to delight my mother. I pulled on them softly and she inched forward, leaned over and ran her cleavage over my face. She clasped one nipple between her fingers and fed it into my mouth. As I bit down she sighed. " I remember when I use to... feed you. You were such a biter.... " I laughed at the comment and ran my hands up and down her smooth back. I managed to push my way underneath her pants and squeezed the meaty flesh of my mother's ass. After several more minutes of intense action, she slipped off of me and sat at my side. She undid my belt, unbuttoned my pants and opened the fly. I arched my back allowing her to slide my pants down. I looked at my mother who was, in turn, looking at my stiff cock with an expression, I can only say, was amazement. She began to stroke the length of my dick. " My boy. My boy.. " She cooed. She ran the back of fingers down my member and underneath my nuts. She fondled them gently which sent the most exquisite sensation through my body. Then she took my cock in her fist and slowly pumped it a few times. She seemed fascinated by it. "Do you like it? " I asked. "Oh, of course I do. You're so handsome. " I felt, at that point, there was no turning back and feeling adventuresome. " Mom, would you kiss it? " A broad smile appeared on her face. She straightened my cock, leaned over and placed a few kisses on the tip of my dick. Then, she ran her tongue from my balls all the way up to the head and finally took my dick in her mouth. Her blowjob was so wonderful I had to ask. " Where did you learn to do that? " She wiped saliva from her lips and laughed. " You don't want to know. " "Come on, tell me.. " I encouraged. "You know Bill Sayers from my work, right? " "You mean Mr. Sayers, the accountant... you mean you...? " She let go of my cock and stood up beside the bed. Unbuttoning her pants she answered. " I guess it doesn't hurt to tell you now. " At the same time, she slid her khakis and panties off and stepped out of the pile on the floor. She had slender hips, typical of New England upper-class breeding, and a closely cropped bush of pubic hair. The purple lips of her pussy made a delicious looking mound between her legs. I kicked my shoes to the floor and pulled my pants off. I pulled on her arm and positioned my mother so that she was face down on the bed. I crawled down to her ass and parted her cheeks so that her sex was revealed. "Tell me about Mr. Sayers. " I implored. "What do you want to know? " "Everything?. " I buried my faced in her butt and extended my tongue to her pussy. She was already wet and her fluid was slightly salty. "Well, " She paused to moan. " Well, it just happened. At the, uh, office. And well, whenever we could we would fuck. " As I repositioned myself to get a better angle of attack I asked. " Well, what did you two do exactly? " "I shouldn't be having the conversation with my own son.. " She answered and I replied by taking her pussy between my lips. " Well, we were very skillful at using various office furniture. We were almost caught on top of my desk by the cleaners. Bill was behind me and... uh. " I must have done something right because she stopped talking and started to breath heavily. I took a finger and slid it gently into my mother. She arched her back a bit so I withdrew and then added another finger. I was tempted to add a third finger but my mother slid forward. "John, let's do it.. " She rolled over on to her back and spread her legs. I kneeled in front of her, cock in hand. " I don't have any condoms... " "Don't worry. " she assured me. " I can't get pregnant anymore... And if you can't trust your own mother to be free of disease then who can you trust? " I placed a hand on either side of her head, raised my hips and started to kiss her. Slowly, I brought my hips down and rested my cock on her warm snatch. It took a second of sliding around, but soon I found the entrance to her sex. "Yes, that's it. " She purred. I performed a couple of shallow thrusts, trying to lube my cock. Then, slowly, I slid all the way into her so that our hips locked together. It was an intense moment. "Oh mom, you feel so good. I've never... " ".. . had a man that felt as good as you. " she continued. I fucked my mother. Slow at first because I thought I could explode at any second. Then, as I assured myself of my stamina, I fucked her faster and harder so that are skins slapped together. I opened my eyes and craned my head down: my mom's delicious tits were rolling back and forth. Carefully I balanced myself on one arm, took a mound in my hand and squeezed on the nipple. In response, Mom, gripped me firmly on the shoulder and spurred my pelvis on. My balls began tighten and when they loosened, sent the first bit up sperm through my shaft. " I'm coming. Oh, God, I'm coming! " I yelled. Mother held my hips as I was getting sloppy due to my ecstasy. She cautioned me just a little. " Just keep going baby... I'm almost there. " I soon found a good motion. Her nails dug into my skin and she rolled her head back. " That's it. Yea.... " Her words became pants, which became moans and finally little cackles of delight. Energized, I whispered into her ear, emphasizing ever word with a thrust. " I... feel... so... dirty... fucking... my... own... mother! " "Me too baby, me too! " She cried. Eventually, I had to stop: my penis was shrinking and my shoulders were aching. I quickly pulled out of my mother's pussy would had already began to tighten. "You know, " She said through gasps of air. " I think this only happened because we wanted to get back at your father and sister. " The suggestion was valid. " Mom, that was the best I've ever had... " She rolled on her side and kissed me. I loved her as a mother and it was the most natural expression of my feelings for her. Sure, the situation was complicated. Mom and I only made matters worse. But times would soon be getting better... Revenge is a Dish... Welcome to my second story. It's just a dirty little fantasy about losing my anal virginity. Not that the first time was horrible because it really wasn't. But I just don't know if there's really much of an interesting story there. Anyway... No one in this story (except me) is real, and any other character's name or resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental. •••••••••• I met Greg Perry through my boyfriend, Hal Engstrom. He was a guy for whom Hal did yard work. Hal owned a business which did landscaping, hauling, snow shoveling and so forth. He was a jack of all trades pretty much. Greg had bad hayfever and couldn't do the yard work himself, and he hired Hal right after he moved in. They eventually became good friends. I met Hal through his nephew, Walt Schmidt, whom I was dating at the time. Walt occasionally helped his uncle. Walt was eleven years older than me, around 30 at the time, and very handsome. He was about six-three and lanky with medium brown hair blue eyes. Equipment-wise, Walt was average. Maybe a little bigger. But his dick hardly ever seemed to go all the way soft and he had stamina. We fucked like rabbits for hours. But our personalities were totally different. Walt was quiet and shy. I wasn't. We loved each other, but we argued a lot. I had to learn to watch what I said to Walt because his feelings could get hurt easily. The fact is that Walt had maturity issues. Sometimes I wondered if I was his mother instead of his girlfriend. But despite his flaws, Walt was a genuinely good guy. Besides a love of sex, we had a lot of common interests. In contrast to his nephew, Hal Engstrom was a stocky, square-jawed guy in his mid-50's with a thick mustache. He was about five-ten or five-eleven and stocky with blonde hair and blue eyes. So typically Nordic! He kind of reminded me of the Gorton's fishsticks guy without the raincoat. Personality-wise, we were more similar: blunt and opinionated. Hal's major flaw was that he was cheap. Beyond cheap, he seemed obsessed over money. Making it and keeping it while spending as little as possible, that is. For him, there's everyone else's price and then there's his price. But Hal was big. I mean big! Pardon the pun, but I found that out the hard way. One hot afternoon, the three of us were at a nearby public pool. I wore a tasteful black bikini. I guess Hal did some competitive swimming when he was younger, because he didn't even blink at the $10-per-person admission fee. The pool wasn't a waterpark; it was just a nice family pool. Hence the modest bikini. I'm five-six and about 130 pounds with 34-C breasts with light brown hair and green eyes, so even wearing the tasteful bikini, I still got lots of looks from guys. A couple of them were hot. One guy looked at me and got an erection. I had to resist the urge to not run in the dressing room and frig myself off. But since I was going with Walt, I very well couldn't make friends with him. Although I've flashed a few guys (and a couple of girls, too,) I'm really not an exhibitionist. Don't get me wrong; I'm proud of my body and I like it when people appreciate it. But I just don't like being showy in public. But I have to say that it's a guilty pleasure of mine to show off my curves without showing too much skin. Skinny jeans or tight Daisy Dukes with a T-shirt and no bra was pretty much all I wore. As firm as my tits are, bras aren't really necessary and it's hell finding one that doesn't bind or constrict. Well, Hal couldn't keep his eyes off me. And neither could the little brunette in the print bikini sitting on the other side of the pool. I couldn't make out her features from the distance, but she looked hot. I guessed she was between 18 and 25 and probably stood about five-feet flat. I could see that she had a fair amount of curve to her. Being bisexual, my first desire was to walk over to her and introduce myself and make a subtle pass or two to see which way she swung. I was hoping she was bi or lesbian, but if she wasn't? Well, I love a challenge. I'd turned a couple of straight girls bi in my time, and frankly it's another major turn-on for me to be the first girl another girl has ever been with. I mentioned her to Hal and he said she lived near him and she was beautiful. "Nice girl. Name's Miranda G-something-ez. Gomez, Gutierrez, something like that. Tiny little thing," he said. "Can't be over a hundred pounds. But I don't think she's interested in guys, Elena. I've seen her with a lot of girls. More than friends, you know what I mean? But I never saw her with a guy." Of course, that did pique my interest. "Oh?" I said, pretending to not be interested. But like I said, at that time, Hal didn't know I liked girls, too. Walt either. If our relationship would've developed to where we were at the point where we talked about living together, I was going to tell him. However, my plan to meet Miranda went out the window when Walt and I began arguing about where we were going that night. I wanted to rent a movie, order a pizza, and stay in and fuck. Walt wanted to go get takeout from an overrated Chinese place and go home and watch the ballgame. It pissed me off! But I bit my tongue. As blunt and sarcastic as I can be at times, it could quickly become a nasty situation. We didn't speak the rest of the time we were there and barely spoke on the drive home. When we got back to Hal's house, we had another argument. I decided to take a walk in the woods behind Hal's property to cool down. Someone followed me. It wasn't Walt, but Hal. His voice startled me. "You know, Elena? A beautiful lady like you deserves someone a little older and a little more mature," he said. "Oh really? And I suppose you have someone in mind, huh, Hal?" I asked sharply with my hands on my hips. "Well," he said thoughtfully. "I was thinking maybe..." But before he could finish his sentence, I walked up to him and pushed him against a tree and began unbuckling his jeans. "Whoa! Damn, Elena! I..." he exclaimed. "Shut up, Hal!" I ordered. "I wanna see if your dick's as big as I think it is." Hal shrugged. I got his jeans and his underwear down around his ankles and smiled. I stroked him with my hand and it got almost all the way hard in a few seconds. Hard, he was well over seven inches and pretty thick. Fucking a guy old enough to be my dad has never been a problem for me. My oldest was around 70. "Wait. You sure you...?" Hal said nervously. "I mean you're..." I glared at him. "Ooh! Very nice, Hal. Just the way I like 'em," I teased. "Long, fat and..." I rubbed the head with my fingertip, causing Hal to stiffen and gasp. "Obedient." "Oh, Godamighty!" cried Hal. "Oooh, you reaaaally want me to put that in my mouth, mister?" I teased in an exaggerated tiny voice. "I dunno... It's awwwwfully big!" "Goddammit, Elena!" barked Hal in exasperation. "Smart-mouth, prick-teasing little... bitch!" I chuckled and dropped to my knees and spit on his dick. It was a trick I'd learned from watching pornos. I tongued the bulbous head. Hal closed his eyes and his head leaned back against the tree as his cheeks puffed out and he groaned in short, sharp bursts. I loved it. I licked him all up and down the shaft and finally took a deep breath and buried it in my throat. Slurpy blowjobs was another little something I'd learned from pornos. Some guys like slow and sensual, others go for rough and noisy. I got the hang of it pretty quickly. "O-h-h-h-h-h holy shit!" Hal groaned. "Ohmigod!" I wasn't sure how long Hal would last before he shot his load. Some guys take a while, while others can't handle a lot of stimulation. I actually once had a guy blow his load in thirty seconds. I barely touched him. But it took him no time to get hard again and he went for over an hour non-stop. God I was sore the next morning! If I had done anal at the time, I would've told him to fuck my ass to give my poor pussy a break! I sensed Hal's orgasm building and stopped and pulled away and stood up. I pulled my T-shirt off, giving Hal a full view of my breasts and unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them and my panties off. My pussy was already wet and the slight breeze, cooled by the shade of the trees, made it tingle pleasantly. I pulled Hal away from the tree and walked to it and bent over, put my hands on it, bent over and spread my legs. "Okay, Hal. Fuck me!" I demanded as I rubbed my pussy. "And don't cum in me! You fucking cum in me and I'm cutting that thing off, you hear me?" "Yeah, yeah..." Hal said in an annoyed tone as he moved behind me. Hal knelt and his fingers rubbed my soaking wet slit. He put one, then two inside me. He fingered my G-Spot. Bastard! It drives me fucking insane. Walt couldn't find my G-Spot on his own with a road map. But Hal did, and he made me cum. I had to dig my fingers into the tree bark to keep from falling down. Then he began eating me out from behind, licking my clit and darting his tongue deep in my pussy. He brought me to another orgasm. "Oh oh oh oh... Oh, yeah! Oh, fuck!" I squealed breathlessly. The world was spinning. "Ohmigod!" But Hal didn't give me time to catch my breath. He stood up and without warning, he slammed his thick meat into me. I yelped loudly. "Oh, holy Christ that's fucking tight!" Hal groaned as he grabbed my hips and began to brutally fuck me. "Ohhhh Goddamn!" I yelled. The force of Hal's thrusts were so vicious that I was fighting hard to keep from falling over or going head first into the tree. I was literally hugging it; the bark was digging into my arms. I love rough sex. It's really the only way I can get off. And with Hal banging away at my pussy the way he was, I was damned sure getting off! I buried my mouth in the crook of my elbow to muffle myself as I came. Hard! "Oh, fuuuck! Oh, Elena! Girl I'm gonna..." Hal growled through his teeth a few minutes later. "Ohmigod!" I shouted in my delirium. I looked behind me and snapped "Goddammit, Hal! I told you not in me! Pull out, pull out!" "Aw, shit!" Hal exclaimed. I felt him quickly withdraw. He roughly pulled me away from the tree and down on my knees in front of him. Hal didn't realize I didn't need to be forced. I took his slick throbbing dick in my mouth. I tasted pre-cum and my own juices. Hal grabbed my head and facefucked me. It both overwhelmed and invigorated me. I looked up at Hal. His face was a contorted mask. The veins in his neck were popping out. "Oh, God. Ohhhh, Elena! Oh, I'm... I'm... YUUUGHODDAAAMN!" Hal screamed as huge spurts of delicious cum filled my mouth. He nearly fell over. I massaged his balls and greedily swallowed all of the salty-sweet goo and milked him dry. When he was finally finished, I cleaned him up. Waste not, want not. "Ahhhhh," Hal sighed a shuddering sigh, breathing hard and sweating profusely as he leaned against the tree and rested his head on his arms. "Goddamn, girl!" he struggled to say as he panted. "Oh, fuck!" I looked up at him and smiled. "Pretty good, Hal," I complimented him as I licked my lips. "Pret-ty good. Maybe you and I can be friends." Hal smiled and shook his head. I stood and Hal pushed himself up. With cum-stained lips I gave him a kiss on the cheek. He didn't seem to notice or care. "Yeah? How about Walt? My God, if he..." Hal said with a concerned look. "Meh. I don't expect it to last much longer," I interrupted. "He's a nice guy and all, but he's..." I shrugged. The words escaped me. Hal nodded sadly, knowing what I was getting at. "Yeah. Thought the Navy would straighten him out like they did me, but they didn't." We composed ourselves and dressed and began walking back to the house separately. I followed Hal. On the way back, I thought I heard someone walking away quickly. The footsteps sure didn't sound like Walt's lumbering Frankenstein gait to me. More like a light pitter-patter made by someone much, much tinier. Maybe it was just an animal, I thought. Maybe not though. I shrugged and kept walking. Hal's lingering taste in my mouth made me worry if Walt wanted to kiss me. I snickered a little at the thought of him tasting his own uncle's cum and wondering what the hell it was. I also lamented the fact that I didn't have a towel to clean up my pussy, which was still extremely wet. Luckily, Walt was napping on the couch with the remote in his hand and a baseball game on. The Dodgers and the Cardinals. According to the announcers, the Dodgers were winning 5-1. I rushed to the bathroom and took a shower and cleaned up. Knowing that someone could've been watching me getting my brains fucked out turned me on mightily and I had to rub my clit. I came hard again. Walt was still snoozing when I was finished. He never asked about the scratches and scrapes on my arms. Hal and I met once or twice a week. Walt eventually found out about us. To this day I don't know how, but I suspect it may have been the owner of the mysterious footsteps. I wasn't there when the confrontation went down, but from what Hal told me, it was ugly. The cops were called and they told Walt to leave. Then Walt confronted me. I told him that he behaved like a petulant child sometimes and to grow up a little. I felt a little guilty, so I tried to smooth things over. I gave Walt a get out of jail free fuck and told him I'd basically led Hal on and that I was very sorry. It wasn't entirely true, but it also wasn't entirely false. I was only a teensy bit remorseful. I begged Walt to not blame his uncle too much because I was born horny. As I sucked his dick, Walt forgave me and promised that he would change and make up with his uncle. Walt and I were actually alright for a while afterward. Yes, I still fucked Hal on occasion, but we did our dirty business in neutral locations like no-tels and secluded spots where the cops hardly ever went. Hal kept a thick blanket in his truck. Despite Walt's promise to change, I got the feeling he'd never truly change with me in the picture. I liked him a lot, but he needed a less mouthy, less opinionated, less headstrong woman to gently persuade him to change. I set him up on a date with a totally hot redhead I knew named Traci who was around Walt's age. She was shy and quiet and she was a born organizer. Someone who epitomized structure and inspired change was what Walt needed. They hit it off and got married at city hall about two months later. I was the maid of honor; Walt's best friend John was his best man. But it depressed me. I was happy I'd found Walt his soulmate. I could find fuck buddies anywhere, but could never find a soulmate for me. Greg Perry was the polar opposite of Hal. When it came to money, Greg didn't obsess over it. I don't know what he did for a living, but he seemed to be fairly well off. Greg was dark-haired with brown eyes that were nearly black. He was about six feet tall and slimmer than Hal, but not lanky like Walt. Greg helped me out on the side since Hal was too cheap to take the chains off his wallet to pay me a little more. I guess Hal figured that since I was his girlfriend, the measly pay for me helping him out on jobs was appropriate. I had to fight like hell with Hal to get the one tiny raise I did get. Believe me, he wasn't nicknamed "Hagglin' Hal" for nothing! Businesses where he bought his supplies hated dealing with him. Greg probably thought that Hal was paying me a pittance, and every time we went to his house Greg slipped me a twenty. If the work was more extensive I got a fifty. He never asked for anything in return, but if he had asked, I would've fucked him senseless. From the first time I met him, I'd wondered how big Greg's dick was because it looked big under his jeans. And Greg was definitely sweet on me. I'd like to think the money he gave me was given out of genuine concern, but who knows? What I do know is that Greg was a really decent guy and never came on to me. But I also knew he looked at me when I wasn't looking at him. I didn't mind it, but I also felt kind of bad for the guy because Hal was a friend. One day, Hal was being a ginormous asshole, and not surprisingly, money was the reason. He embarrassed me at a tractor supply store where he was picking up grass seed and some part or another for his barely-running second-hand John Deere riding mower. Whenever it acted up, which was pretty often, Hal fretted about having to possibly shell out money to replace it. Hal was browsing the lawn care section and saw one he liked. He asked a salesperson what the price was (even though it was clearly marked,) and he was told $4,699. Hal said it had to be a mistake and asked the store manager what the real price was. The manager told him $4,699 like the sign said. Hal about hit the roof! His face literally turned red and he said it was way too much and demanded a $1,000 price break because he was a regular customer who'd given them years and years of faithful patronage and didn't deserve to be scammed by some giant company. And the louder Hal whined, the more people stared. All I wanted to do was crawl someplace and hide. They called the police and they calmed Hal down before he got his ass arrested. The officers escorted us out of the store and told us to never come back. Hal bitched and moaned all the way to the truck. "And dammit, Elena! And you're costing me more! You bitched your way into that raise. Ooh, if only you weren't the best fuck I ever had! But dammit, I've got a business to run! Hell, I should be charging you for all the damn food of mine you eat!" And that was the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back. "Fuck you, Hal!" I yelled through tears. "That's it! I'm through with you!" I went to his house packed up my stuff and left. Hal was practically in tears. He apologized over and over and begged me not to leave. He bawled that he took out his anger and frustrations on me and was sorry and really didn't mean what he'd said. I left my stuff, but we were apart for a couple of days to give us a chance to cool down. We made up. Hal called and apologized profusely over and over again and asked me to come over so we could talk. Actually, the truth is he fucked me long and hard first. Afterward, I tried to get him to realize that his obsession with money wasn't healthy and that the entire world wasn't out to screw him over. I don't know if I ever got completely through to him, but his money obsession did decrease a little. He surprised me by taking me out to a really nice restaurant and even left the waitress a $10 tip. Things was going okay for about a week-and-a-half, but one day a girlfriend named Kelly Martin took me shopping. Afterward, we were driving to her place for some girl-girl action. I was getting super wet just thinking about burying my face in her beautiful little pussy when I turned my head and saw Hal walking arm in arm with another woman. I was beyond furious. I knew damned well she wasn't a hooker because Hal would never shell out the money for a hooker. I didn't know who this woman was and I didn't care. What I did care about was that he had a beautiful girl who cared for him -- flaws and all -- and he was throwing it all away. My ego was bruised, but not nearly as bad as my heart. I cried all the way home. Kelly comforted me. So I decided to get my revenge by fucking someone else. And that someone else was Greg. The next afternoon, I drove out to Greg's home. Greg looked a little shocked to see me. He invited me in. "Greg, I want to fuck you. I'm pissed at Hal -- again," I said as I stepped in and wrapped my arms around his neck. Needless to say Greg was shocked. "What happened?" he asked. "Saw him with another woman," I said bitterly. "So I'm getting even. That's all it is. Don't get me wrong. I like you, Greg. No offense, but this is about fucking revenge. Or fucking and revenge. Eh, whatever. You want it, get your clothes off." Revenge is a Dish... "Stop beating around the bush, Elena, and tell me what's really on your mind, huh?" chuckled Greg sarcastically. "I'm serious!" I angrily insisted and lightly punched his arm. "Damn serious!" "Really?" he asked, rubbing where I'd hit him. I nodded. "So you're not going to slug me if I feel one of those beautiful tits of yours?" he asked. I let go of him and pulled off my T-shirt. As usual I wasn't wearing a bra. My nipples were erect. "Have fun, Greg," I said wickedly as I squeezed them together. Greg did, indeed, feel them. I sighed as his thumbs ran across my very sensitive nipples. "Ooh," said Greg. "Nicer than I imagined. So firm, too!" "Of course," I said defensively. "Hardly ever have to wear a bra." "Oh? I thought it was because you like the looks you get," Greg said. "Oh, I do," I said with a smile. "But I just hate wearing bras mostly." "Well, okay then," he said. "I don't like all those bad clothes hiding that incredible body of yours. Get 'em off." "Well, I sort of planned on it, Greg," I replied sarcastically as I kicked off my sneakers and took my socks off with my toes and unbuttoned my jeans and wiggled them and my panties off. Standing totally nude before him, I lightly rubbed my clit. I was already wet. "What's the matter? Not much into foreplay?" "Yeah, smartass," he retorted. "I meant we're going to take a shower first. Then...?" He deliberately let his words hang in the air and kissed my neck. "A shower?" I said with an incredulous look as I wrapped my arms around his waist and rubbed my tits on his chest. "Aw, c'mon. Can't we just do it? I've been dying to see what you're packing." I gently felt the front of his jeans. From what I could tell, he was only half-hard and he was still big. "Okay, Elena. You got me, you got me," he said, squeezing my ass. "But the shower is mandatory. My house, my rules." "Okay, Greg. Fair enough," I huffed. Greg unbuttoned his shirt and was soon down his boxers. Greg turned me around and slapped my ass, causing me to yelp. More in surprise than pain. "You're cute, Miss Redding," he said. "Cute?" I said with a glare, rubbing my stinging ass. Greg just smiled and pulled off his boxers. I was thankful he manscaped, unlike Hal, whose groin resembled a forest. But even though he was in a semi-flaccid state, I could tell Greg was bigger than Hal. Perfect! I thought as I stroked him lightly. "Feels good, but you'll get it later," Gred said, pulling me by the arm. He gently rubbed my stinging ass as he led me to the bathroom where started the shower. Soon the bathroom was getting steamy and we stepped in. The warm water felt good on my body. He poured liquid soap on a loofah and we took turns scrubbing each other. Greg stopped me from giving him a blowjob and turned me around. "Okay, you little nympho," Greg joked. "Just bend over and spread your cheeks." "Huh? Oh, no! Hold on! I don't..." I began to protest, as I started to get out of the shower, but Greg stopped me. "Oh, that's going to change, Elena," Greg said flatly. "Like hell it will, Greg!" I screamed angrily. "Listen, I've done girls and I've even been in threesomes with a girl and a guy and a girl and a girl. But I do not... Hey!" I yelled and whimpered as Greg forced me to bend over with a powerful arm against my upper back and forcibly spread my asscheek with the other. I braced myself against the walls of the shower stall. "Greg! God no!" I wailed. "Please? I thought you were..." But before I could say anything more, Greg used the loofah and slowly squeezed it right above my asshole. I involuntarily gasped at the sensation of the rivulets of water passing over it. He soaked the loofah and did it again and again while gently kneading and stretching my cheeks. Soon, I was aware that there was no arm forcing me to stay bent over. Greg unhooked the shower head and told me to spread my cheeks. He pointed it directly on my exposed asshole. I gasped. "Wider, Elena," Greg ordered. I felt myself open just enough for the water to enter me. I emitted a little eek sound at the new sensation. It felt oddly pleasant. Erotic even. My pussy felt warm and tingly. I felt Greg's hard cock bounce off my ass cheeks every so often. As the relentless spray of water penetrated me, Greg began lightly massaging the perimeter, causing me to moan. "Looks like you're enjoying this, Elena," Greg said. I could damn near hear him smile ear to ear. "I'm not!" I insisted, but another soft moan escaped my lips and gave my lie away. I heard Greg chuckle. "Oh, God!" I whispered as I began rubbing my clit and fingerfucking myself with one hand while the other kept me open. "Feels kind of good." A second later, Greg slowly inserted a finger. I felt something else odd. "Wha...!?" I gasped. "A little liquid soap, love," he said quietly. "Just keep doing what you're doing." I did. He inserted another finger. I grunted and nearly collapsed. "Damn! Ohmigod what's happening?" I panted. I rubbed my clit. My legs felt rubbery. And with a squeal, the orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. Greg had to hold me around the waist to keep me from falling down. He reached up and gently squeezed my breasts with one hand. "Elena, I would never ever hurt you. But for you to wear those tight jeans and those tiny little panties? Every time you bend over and that gorgeous ass peeks out? Whew! Heaven to an ass man like me," he said. "You don't know how many times I've jerked off here thinking about you." I smiled and sighed. It turned me on knowing I'd given him such a pleasure, and I was determined that his fantasizing would pale in comparison to the real thing. Greg leaned close and kissed me on the cheek. Then he began kneading my cheeks and massaging my asshole again. And almost like it was against my will, I was backing up onto his fingers. It felt so much better than I thought it would. I grunted again. Slow and low. "There you go, love," Greg said gently. "Not too rough now. Don't hurt yourself." I closed my eyes and soaked in the experience and knew it wasn't the end of it. Once the soap was all out of me, Greg turned off the water and helped me out of the shower. Grabbing a thick terry cloth, he gently dried me, kissing my body simultaneously from head to toe. I felt lightheaded from the anticipation, but I'd never been so relaxed. Then it hit me that I was actually about to take Greg's long, fat, hard cock up my virgin ass -- and God, I was looking forward to it. Greg led me to his simply-appointed bedroom. I noticed a bottle of gelatinous liquid on the table next to the bed and recognized what it was instantly. He gently lowered me to the bed. The cool sheets sent a tingle through me. Greg climbed on top of me and we kissed. Our tongues intertwined. I felt his stiff dick on my tummy. God it seemed like it was for hours. Finally I pushed him back and he lay on the bed. I had to have that big dick in my mouth. I slowly traced my tongue down his neck, down his chest, down his belly, and finally to his hardness. Grasping it in one hand and gently stroking it, I flicked my tongue across the huge head and rubbed it. Greg stiffened and moaned. Like any good fellatrix, I spit on it a few times and ran my tongue all over the thick veiny shaft. "Oh, yeah. Elena," Greg breathed hard. It came out as a guttural rasp. "Oh, God! Oh..." I took him all the way in my mouth. Greg's jaw muscles tensed and he made an unintelligible cry. I slowly brought him to the brink of orgasm. Greg was grunting and shaking and inhaling and exhaling rapidly. On the verge of cumming, he pushed me away from him and with a deep breath, sat up and moved. Me motioned for me to get on my hands and knees. I spread my legs, and Greg proceeded to lick me from my clit to my freshly-cleaned asshole. He ramming his tongue and his fingers in both holes, making me gasp and yell and shudder like I never had before. He brought me to what? Two, three, four orgasms? I finally collapsed face first on the bed. I was a quivering, panting, moaning, grunting mass of flesh. And I wanted more. Much more. "Fuck me!" I babbled. "Fuck me!" Greg lifted me up and lay back. He held his steel-hard dick erect up. Facing away, I straddled it and put the engorged head at the entrance to my now very wet pussy and lowered myself onto him, relishing the electric sensation of his cock stretching my pussy walls and sliding deeper into me with just the right amount of resistance. "Ohmigod!" I cried at the same timed. Greg made an even deeper and louder guttural moan. I yelled in sheer ecstasy as I rode Greg hard. I leaned back and let him viciously ram his dick into me as he rubbed my clit. I came with a scream that would've awoken the dead. I turned around and mounted him cowgirl and leaned forward. We kissed deeply and passionately, thrust meeting thrust until I orgasmed yet again. Finally the time had come. I exhaled and got off Greg. His slick cock made an oily slurpy sound and made a watery popping noise when he pulled out of my pussy. I nodded. I again got on my hands and knees and I arched my back to fully receive him. With one hand, I reached back and fully exposed my back entrance to him and looked back at him with pure lust in my eyes. I saw him reach for the lube and open it. I felt it drizzling the crack of my ass. I felt his fingers push it in my bowels with a syrupy sound. I heard him grease his hard cock. "Ready, love?" Greg asked gently. My eyes closed, I drew out my response: "Yesss." I didn't beg for him to go slowly or to take it easy. I knew Greg was true when he said he'd never cause me pain. The thick slippery gel felt weird and oozed out of me. I felt the head on my asshole and breathed in and out. I felt the head of his cock painlessly enter me, giving me another sensation I'd never felt. I inhaled sharply and emitted a soft moan as my jaw quivered. Greg pushed it in deeper. I was only vaguely aware of Greg's noises of pleasure. I whimpered from just the slightest twinge of discomfort. It came out like a whining purr through my nose. I breathed and forced the muscles of my ass to relax and just accept his manhood deep into my bowels. I felt a need to relieve myself, but I knew from reading about other women's experiences that that was normal for the first few times. I basked in the new feel of my asshole slowly being stretched. Every millimeter brought a newfound level of sexual fullness. My breathing was relaxed and smooth. I stroked my pussy. It was wetter than it had ever been in my life. My bulging clitoris was sensitive under my pierced hood. My hand was coated in my natural lubricant. It trickled down the insides of my thighs. Finally, I felt Greg's pubic area meet my ass. I knew he was all the way in. He withdrew slowly and cause me to moan again. When he was nearly out, he pushed back into me a little faster. He did it over and over, pumping and withdrawing faster and faster until I was finally getting a true assfucking. I was in sheer bliss. How many times did I cum? My God, I forget. Finally Greg was near his own climax. I felt it and I heard it. "Don't pull out! In me!" I groaned. Seconds later, Greg came with a mightly roar. With one last thrust, I felt his hot semen injected into my bowels. The warmth was amazing. And Greg came a lot! It felt like a gallon of molten cum was being pumped into me. A minute later, Greg groaned loudly again and withdrew himself from me. I reached back and inserted a finger in me and felt it. My God, what a load! Cleaning up was going to be a bitch, I thought, but it was worth it. With an ass full of cum, I laid next to Greg and smiled and kissed him. When we were finally able to, we made our way to the shower again, and Greg tended to my cleaning. He tenderly dried me head to toe again and we returned to his bed. With my head resting on Greg's chest, I said, "That was amazing! Can't wait to do it again." We did indeed do it again. And we've done it many times. Greg and I still hook up on occasion. I love anal sex. I've given my ass to several men and I've been DP'd several times. Buttplugs and toys? Love 'em! And even if a guy doesn't fuck my ass, I like something in there. But nothing will ever top that first time. Revenge is a Dish This is all about friendship, betrayal and loving wives! Jenny rolled naked out of bed. I watched her pink full mature ass jiggle as she padded barefoot across the threadbare carpet toward the bathroom. She stopped at the filthy lime green cloth high back chair. In profile, her breasts sagged slightly, her nipples distended. I could see the slight redness where I bit them. She retrieved her black thong, lace half bra, and patterned thigh high stockings. As she reached the bathroom door, she turned to me. "I'll be ready in just a moment, she smiled!" I nodded and lay back on the lumpy bed and stared at the grey fly specked ceiling. This had to be the worst of the no tell motels. The paint was peeling from the walls, there was a strong odor of disinfectant and outside the door, diesel truck engines were idling or revving as the drivers entered and left. In the restaurant, across the parking lot, I knew the "pavement princesses" were propositioning the drivers. I had Jennifer wear the uniform of the day for a truck stop prostitute. A short leather skirt that barely covered her ass, a see through blouse, her lingerie and 5" heels. Jenny was apprehensive that this time I might have her sell herself to one of drivers. I was saving that humiliation for another time. "I'm ready, she called from the bathroom" I stood and walked naked to the bathroom. The aftermath of anal sex encrusted my cock. Jenny had licked most of it off, but some remained. I had just spent two hours pounding her pussy and her ass. Now it was time to send her home. She was kneeling in the shower wearing her bra, panties and stockings. Her blond hair was down, brushing her shoulders. The thick make up I had her wear was mostly gone or smeared on her face. I stepped to the shower opening, aimed my cock at her face and started pissing. She smiled at me as the golden stream washed her hair, face and breast. She opened her mouth and my stream filled it and overflowed down her chin. Rills of my piss ran over her full breasts. Her nipples were pink and hard. I shook the last drops off my cock. "Okay, shower and get dressed!" "Okay darling!" She blew me a kiss. I heard the shower come on as I walked back into the bedroom. I walked to the window and looked out at her powder blue Mercedes S-Class. The personalized plates said Ron's One. The woman in the shower washing off my piss was the wife of my longtime friend and betrayer, Ron Baker. I walked back to the bed and laid down staring at the ceiling. It had been a long tortuous path from the fresh face 20something middle level manager to the 51 year old consultant and wife stealer. Revenge is a Dish When she thrust back, I thrust in hard BAM! BAM! BAM! Three times. "Oh fuck, she groaned" Ron told me that she loved that. As I watched my cock slide in and out of her incredibly wet pussy, the sloshing sounds filled the air, I looked down the hall where her husband lay drunk and sleep, I knew I was having the ultimate revenge. He had wealth and position and I had his wife as my sub. I let my thumb get wet from her juicy pussy and pushed it into her ass. As I pounded her pussy, I thumb fucked her ass. Years ago Ron told me she like that. She went wild moaning, crying and screaming, fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me! Jenny was lost in the moment with no thought to her screams waking her husband. I felt her pussy spasming as waves of orgasms overtook her. Her pussy clamped tight around my dick causing me to fill her with me seed. I collapsed on top of her, both of us sweating profusely. Her satin blouse and my dress shirt were soaked in our sweat. Slowly we recovered. I stood and walked to the bathroom just off the kitchen. I grabbed a towel and washed up as best I could while she leaned against the door. "Are you doing client calls with Ron tomorrow?" "Yes, I'll pick him up about 9. Be sure he is up and presentable!" I zipped up my pants and turned to her. I wrapped my arms around her waist, leaned down and kissed her, our tongues having their now familiar dance. She was still naked from the waist down as I took her hand and walked to the door. I opened the door and the cool air of the fall night blew over us. "Will you ever ask me to leave him?" I smiled down at her, pecked her lightly on the lips. "No, never!" I enjoyed fucking her even more because of Ron's treachery years before. There is a satisfaction in having his wife do all of the things he told me she does so well! She had developed a real fetish for golden showers. She explained that Ron had convinced her to do it after years of pleading. He would come home drunk and beg her to let him relieve himself on her. Afterward she would be disgusted with herself and him. Strangely, over time, she found it erotic. Now it was I giving her the golden showers. She was and is anal orgasmic. The second time we fucked was in his office, over his desk, while he was out making client calls. I fucked her ass and came in it. When he returned, we were both working. However, as she pecked him on the cheek and walked back to her desk, her ass was full of my cum. Revenge Is a Dish Best Served Cold They teased me in school. They made fun of the way I looked, and the way I dressed. I swore that some day I would get even. But growing up in a small town made revenge very difficult. I ran away from home in the middle of high school, and worked my way across the country. I managed to not only finish high school, but I even went to college. Fifteen years had passed, when I finally moved closer to my home town. I started an entertainment business, catering mostly bachelor parties, and other adult entertainment. I have a large staff working for me, and I am doing quite well. Then it happened. For some reason, I glanced at our work calendar, and saw a name that sounded familiar. It was one of the bullies from my old school. Seems he is finally getting married, and someone is using my company to cater it. It took some doing, but I managed to get a copy of the guest list. Well, what do you know, they will all be there. All five of them still hang out together. I must plan this carefully. * * * Rather than send one of our busty blonde strippers out, I decided to take this one on myself. My plan would be perfect. Those five assholes have weaseled their way to the top of the town, all holding very prestigious positions. Three of them were already married, this will be fun. I made all the arrangements myself. I went over it time and time again. This Friday night will be one to remember! * * * They were having the bash at a big hotel about forty miles from their precious little town. That way they could party without guilt. I arrived a day early to set everything up. I paid the bartender extra to make sure these guys were well oiled early into the night. They wanted the old "pop out of the cake" thing, which made my plan even easier. As I got ready, I couldn't help but to laugh at how easy this would be. I adjusted my bra, to give my breasts maximum lift, and carefully applied my make up. I rolled my blue fishnet stockings up my long legs, and slipped on my 5 inch spiked heels. Not much was left to the imagination as I finished dressing. I slipped a long coat on before sashaying down to the banquet room. I peeked inside, and found them yelling and laughing, and pretty well smashed. I took my coat off, and climbed into the corny wooden cake. I waved to a waiter, who came over and pushed me into the room of drunken jerks. I gave the waiter enough time to close the doors on his way out, before I made my appearance. Well. this is it, I sat nervously waiting for my cue. When the song ended, I popped up, holding my arms up over my head. I then climbed out, making sure to show a lot of butt as I did. I then pushed the cake carefully over to the corner of the room. They were hooting and hollering and whistling at me. They were too drunk, and its been too long, for them to remember me. As I pranced around in front of them, they grabbed my ass, and tried to kiss me. I let them have just enough to put them in a frenzy. Now to lay down some rules. I had to whisper, to disguise my voice. It sounded sexier that way too. "Rule number one, no touching. Understand? If you touch me, then I'm out of here." They all nodded. "Rule number two, I'm always in charge, OK?" Again they nodded. "OK, now who's the lucky man?" I already knew him well. They all pointed to the sorry slob. I turned the music back on and danced my way over to him. I then started a lap dance, grinding my little butt into his crotch. I could feel his cock growing underneath me. I turned around, and squatted in front of him, and rubbed his cock. He made no effort to stop me so I continued. I rubbed my way to the top of his pants and worked his zipper down. The others were cheering me on, so I did it. I ran my tongue up and down his vein filled member. I licked and sucked until he came. He filled my mouth with warm salty cum. I then danced my way over to my next victim and kissed him. I could feel his tongue licking my lips, trying to gain entrance to my mouth. If that's what he wanted, who am I to argue. I slowly opened my mouth, and his tongue pushed deep past my lips. As his tongue probed my mouth, I pushed the entire load of cum I had been saving, back into his mouth. He swallowed it before he realized what he had done. I then slid down in front of him and began sucking him off. He grabbed my head, and I stood up immediately. "I said no touching! I'm through", I whispered and started to leave He begged me not go and promised he would not touch me again. I told them one more chance, and they nodded eagerly. I dropped to my knees and finished what I had started earlier, bringing him off quickly. I repeated the kissing scene with each guy, so by the time I had finished, each one would have swallowed one of the others cum. In their drunken state, they marveled at how good each other had tasted, and each bragged about how much they came, or how much they swallowed. As they bantered back and forth, I wheeled my "cake" towards the door. They stopped me to give me a tip. They each pulled out their wallets grabbing handfuls of bills from each other, and finally handing the whole wad to me. I thanked them, and hurried out to the hall. Once out there, I reached into my cake and pulled out my coat, and a small box, and headed back to my room. Once in the privacy of my room, I through the wad of bills onto the bed, there was nearly fifteen hundred dollars there! This was too easy. I opened the box and pulled my camcorder out, and hit "stop". I quickly reviewed parts of the tape to see that my aim was perfect. I had what I needed and then some. I pulled my stockings off, along with those heels, then stripped off the rest of my clothes. I walked into the bathroom and cleaned the makeup from my face. As I laid on the bed, I couldn't help but laugh as I lay there wondering what would be better, to have their friends and family see them being sucked off by some blonde bimbo, and obviously enjoying it, or to have their friends and family see them being sucked off by me. I decided to make my choice tomorrow, as I tossed my wig onto the night stand, and began stroking my hard cock. Revenge is a Dish Best Served Soon Jo stroked her hands down the back of her thighs to release some of the sand that had stuck to her moist skin. The perspiration of the morning's play glued her loose t-shirt to her back, and it hung low over her bikini briefs. Yvette had already moved off down the beach and, after shifting her feet into her sandals, and retrieving their bags, Jo followed. Yvette was a little shorter and curvier than most of the volleyball players in the tournament, and not as good, she would not have been playing in the tournament at all had Jo's regular partner not twisted her ankle the previous day. Jo had imagined herself in the papers the next day, it was not often that she got the opportunity to play in a high profile tournament in her sport, but when Abbie went down injured, the possibility of winning seemed to disappear. Yvette was adequate, but that was it, and without the agility to make up for her lack of height they had been up against it all morning. Yvette walked on past the practise net and on to the sea, where she knelt, wet her hands and ran them through her blond hair. "My towel is in the bag." Jo dropped the two bags and started to hunt for her new partner's towel. She found her own first and laid it out on the sand, which was baking under the midday sun. This gave her something cool to sit on, so she could finish unpacking, a couple of hats, her sunglasses and Yvette's precious towel. Yvette returned. "Do we have any water?" Jo furnished her with a bottle. "We're doing really well, don't you think?" They held a record of one win, one defeat, but Jo knew that the pairing they had beaten was particularly weak, and she had been playing out of her skin to keep Yvette from being exposed. Yvette was full of good advice, "Make sure you have plenty of water, we want to be fresh for the afternoon games." And with that she poured most of it over her head. Yvette was still wearing her volleyball uniform, and it was tight, revealing, just the way the sponsors liked it. The water slid down the vest top, darkening further the gap between her breasts. Jo caught it all through her dark lenses. Her new partner was not the best player but she was very good looking. Jo checked out her firm ass, as she bent to return the bottle to the shade, no wonder the crowd behind them had swelled in their second game. How obvious was she being? Probably too obvious, but she was too tired to care. Yvette stretched out her bronzed figure, lying out on her flat stomach, her breasts bulging through the lycra top under her arms. Her shorts pulled tight, they left a tantalising gap between her cheeks. "Hey Jo, shame about Abbie." Jo twisted her head to see the new arrival but the brim of her hat obscured the approach. "I thought it was yours to win this weekend." It was Michelle. The shuffle of further footsteps meant her partner Louise was with her. "Mind if we stop in. We've got some drinks, straight out of the ice." A couple of bottles landed between Yvette and Jo, as Michelle slumped to the sand. "Whoa, it's burning up out here." Michelle slid her bag under her ass. "If there was no midday break, we'd all be in hospital with sun stroke." Louise was eyeing up the sea. "Who's coming in?" Yvette lifted her head, and her gaze followed Louise as she ran down the sand and plunged in, and then she was off to join her. "I thought you two were going to win it today. Is Abbie ok?" Michelle took a long swig. "She'll be fine." Jo caught the label on Michelle's drink. "Hey! Are you on the beer?" "We suck. We are down three nothing, we'll be playing for fun this afternoon, maybe wiggle my ass for the lifeguards." Jo laughed. "You give us all a bad name." As she talked to Michelle, Jo kept an eye on the two girls in the sea. Yvette was acting the primadonna, holding her hands in front of her face as Louise splashed her. "We've got a ball." Michelle slapped it on the sand next to Jo. "No thanks. Rest and recuperation and all that." "Suit yourself." Michelle got up and called to the others. Michelle and Lousie were both tall, dark haired, Michelle's cropped short, Louise's long in a pony tail. Jo lay back, she never thought of herself as bi exactly but when you surround yourself with girls like these.... A volleyball landed next to her, breaking her train of thought. "Let's have it back." Louise shouted to her from the practise court. Yvette bent over in front of Jo and flipped it back into play. Michelle caught it. "Come on you guys, lets have a game. Keep yourself sharp for this afternoon." "I'm in." Yvette jogged back over to the other two. "Come on Jo, we can't play with three." Jo stood up and dropped her hat and shades. It couldn't hurt and Yvette could certainly do with a few pointers Michelle and Louise teamed up, Jo and Yvette took to the court. "Serve it in, Michelle." Jo called out. She was watching Yvette take her position. "You are standing too wide." "Christ, Jo, it's only a practise game." Yvette shuffled a few feet inside, and Michelle fired the ball over everything. "Fetch that!" She laughed. She had probably started drinking much earlier. Jo set off to retrieve it but when she returned to the court she could smell something was up. Michelle stopped her in mid serve. "Why don't we play for something, to make it more exciting?" "Yeah," Louise added, "I think you guys need to sharpen your competitive edge." "Like what? I don't have any money." Louise started laughing. "If you win on serve, the other team has to take off an item of clothing." "On a public beach?" Jo was not amused. She looked over at Yvette for support. "Everyone is up by the grandstand. And I don't think anyone wants to see you naked anyway." Michelle goaded. Jo looked around, the end of the beach they were on was empty, most people had congregated around refreshments tents the other side of the grandstand, but the promenade was about fifty yards away and there were certainly enough people on that to make the bet interesting. Yvette was looking at her when she returned her eyes to the game. She had a grin on her face. "Let's do it." The three other girls were all pretty good looking, Jo was not going to object to seeing any of them naked, and with only two items of clothing on each it could all happen in a hurry. Was she prepared to get naked herself? The others had been drinking. Lots to think about. "You can serve." Michelle invited. Louise did not seem happy about the offer, but Jo was not going to refuse and she took her position on behind the line. The future prospects of the game were racing around inside her head and Jo tossed it too far ahead of herself and netted her serve. She couldn't believe it. "Good start!" Michelle retrieved the ball. Jo was worried she had said it too loud, and she looked along the beach. The last thing she wanted was to draw a crowd. Louise took her position and served to Yvette, who popped the ball up. Jo moved in and feigned a set-up, at the last moment pushed the ball over the net. It landed out. Jo wanted to contest the call, but it was clearly out. "Why didn't you lay it on to me?" Yvette, hands on hips, was not amused. "Who's going to go first?" Michelle asked. "It wasn't me who pushed it out." Jo took a long look up the beach, it was possible that a few people on the promenade were watching. But she had been topless on a beach before. She was sweating now, not just from the heat of the sun. Another scan of the beach to see who might be looking and she hooked her fingers under her damp tee shirt and slid it over her head. Whistles erupted from the other side of the net. "They're not big, but you know, kind of nice." Michelle taunted. Jo knew that one false move now and she could be naked. "Let's go." Michelle served it straight to Jo at the re-start. Jo was still thinking about her bottoms and though she dipped to get herself in perfect position, she spilled a routine play onto the sand. It was so bad, she wondered if the other girls thought she did it deliberately. She knelt there looking down hoping that Yvette would step forward for the team. "Interesting!" Michelle was grinning. "No way. Your mistake." Yvette was standing there with her arms folded as Jo looked up. Louise whistled. "Off, Off...." Jo pushed her bottoms to her knees. She was still kneeling and she felt the sand cling to her ass. She wanted to stay down but she had to raise herself to get them completely off and Louise's chant was getting louder. Finally she sucked in a deep breath and lifted herself to her haunches pulling the thin fabric down and over her feet. "Very nice." Louise complimented her. "Not shaved, but tidy". "Have we stopped playing?" At least now Jo was in a position where she had literally nothing more to lose. Louise served again. Jo punched it over to Yvette who set it up at the net, Jo leapt for the spike, but it was blocked by Michelle, Louise hooked the rebound into the empty court space behind Yvette. "We're good," Michelle exchanged a high five with her partner, "How come we didn't win any games this morning?" Jo was now waiting for Yvette. "Well." Yvette was not looking happy. "It's a stupid game and we'll be back on court soon." With that she turned and marched over to her bag which she picked up, then she set off for the stand. "NO WAY!" Jo was going to run after her, but she suddenly remembered she was naked. Her shout had turned a few heads up the beach. She dropped to the sand and scrambled back to her tee shirt which she quickly put back on. "No fair." Michelle was displaying mock disappointment. "You're right," Jo replied coolly, "no fair." * Few words were issued between Jo and Yvette during their preparations for the first afternoon game, the climate was as icy as it could be under the sun bleached sky. Yvette had spent her time chatting to some of the other players, steering clear of Jo's gaze. Finally they took to the sand. As Jo stepped into the court she noticed how it was filling up, the stands were now nearly half full as they were drawing closer to the knockout stages. The competitors had two chairs each to sit on, either side of the umpire's chair, the chairs surrounded on three sides with a 6 foot windbreak, and now after some comments on the heat, a further piece of canvas had been slung over the top of each one, so each team had their own shelter, open only to the court side. Yvette had walked on ahead leaving Jo standing momentarily at the entrance to the court, she was carrying their bags and she dropped them there, at the entrance, taking only the water, she followed Yvette's curvy form packed into the tight uniform, to the chairs. Yvette sat down turning to face Jo as she arrived under the canvas. "Where are our bags?" "You don't need makeup to play volleyball." Jo sat and placed her feet in the bowl which had been left under her chair, then used a little of the water to wash the sand from her feet. Looking out straight ahead, she could see the stand opposite, the seats were elevated, they started above a sponsor's hoarding, some ten feet in height, so anyone sitting, even in the front row, would be looking down to where Jo sat. The canvas sheet above her was loose, and flapped over the shelter entrance, obscuring the upper seats. A little tug forward and it would hang down, only their feet would be on view to the spectators. It was not long before the umpire arrived, took to his chair and they were under way. Yvette took to the court, Jo followed, pulling the canvas gently forward as she stepped out. In spite of the tension between them they got off to a good start and were up at the first switch of ends 5-2. As a concession to the heat the players were allowed a short break after every second switch and so Jo sat alongside Yvette under the shelter 9-5 ahead. Jo ran her hands down her long legs, brushed the sand off as best she could, it clinging with the perspiration and she looked over at Yvette who was drinking from one of their bottles. Jo looked ahead, the opening through the gap was clear, there was no-one at court level directly ahead. Her heart was beating, solidly, quickly, due to the game, but now it beat just a bit faster, she grabbed her top and pulled it off. "What are you doing?" Yvette spat out her water. Jo gave an appearance of calm as she placed the top over the bowl and rinsed it with her own bottle. "You haven't played in many of these tournaments, Yvette, but when the weather is this hot you have to do this or the sand will burn your skin." Jo left her top in the bowl and leant back. She could feel a tingle of excitement along her spine. Yvette was looking around. After a few moments of silence the umpire's whistle blew from above and Jo picked up her top, put it back over her head, and stepped back out. Yvette had to shake herself out of her state of surprise in order to follow her. They played well through the next two switches, Yvette had restarted poorly, but Jo was feeling good and had more than made up for it. They took their chairs 17-11 ahead. Yvette sat down expectantly. Jo once again took a breath, slid her damp top over her head and placed it in the bowl. Yvette was watching her. Jo casually checked out ahead of her, the line judges sat at the ends, and no-one else was allowed at court level so it was unlikely anyone would be there. Then she slid her hands down her sides ran her thumbs into her bottoms and slid them to her feet before flipping them in the bowl. Yvette sat to Jo's right, mouth open, running her eyes up and down over every inch of her naked partner, who was leaning back casually brushing sand from her forehead and out of her dark, tangled hair. Jo could feel her eyes all over her and it thrilled her. "You definitely do not want to get burnt down there, Yvette, you'll feel it for weeks, and some girls even get scars." Jo shut her eyes and relaxed. She pictured all the people in the stands around her, only a few yards away, she ran a hand down over her breasts and her flat stomach, it may have looked like she was brushing away sand but she was dying to feel herself. She wanted to do it right here in front of Yvette, but she had to stop herself, that was not the point. The whistle blew and made her jump, she just managed to stop herself snatching for her costume, and made it look casual enough as she put her clothes back on and took to the court. Yvette trailed her into the sun, not sure if she should believe what she had just seen. Jo was high now, adrenalin surging and she almost single-handedly put the first set away, they returned to the shelter 21-13 winners. Yvette was first inside, Jo checked the position of the canvas cover before she too entered. With the set won, Jo knew the break would be longer. As before, Jo removed her top, rinsed it with a little water and placed it in the bowl, she was shaking a little, but she held her nerve and again ran her bottoms down over her thighs and they joined her top, slowly soaking. Jo smiled to herself, it actually was a good idea to cool her costume this way, she laughed, she should do this all the time. Yvette sat, uncomfortably, next to her. Jo's athletic, nude body was off putting enough, but her partner's words were also nagging at her. Her costume felt itchy all over and she began to wonder. A few moments passed. Jo could see Yvette looking at the bowl. She rubbed her arms, she shifted in her chair. Jo watched out of the corner of her eye. Yvette raised her hands to her top, she lifted it out, pulled it away from her breasts, so it lost their shape, then she held it there, looked over at Jo. Jo catching as much of her partner as she could without being too obvious. Was it possible Yvette was going to go for it? The thought of a naked Yvette was raising the temperature. The umpire's whistle went. Yvette released her top and sprang forward. Jo exhaled. It was a good thing she was soaking her shorts in the bowl. They would be getting soaked anyway. Jo dressed and followed her partner out. The second set started pretty even. Yvette was clearly not concentrating, although Jo felt fantastic and was playing better than ever, she nearly made up for it. They returned to their shelter 6-8 down. Jo removed her clothes. It was getting easier now. And then she waited. Yvette looked outside, there was no-one in front of the shelter, then she bent right down, she was looking out from under the canvas, seeing how far down she had to go before she could see the first row of spectators. As she leant, Jo opened her legs so Yvette's hair brushed the outside of her thigh when she lifted her head back up. Jo's body pulsed with excitement. Yvette took a last look at Jo and then lifted her own top over her head and proceeded to carefully rinse it, nervously looking at the canvas opening. The whistle went and Yvette whipped her top back on. Play resumed. The tide turned, Yvette seemed more relaxed and they sat back down 16-12 ahead. Once again Jo stripped. Jo was enjoying it now. Hundreds of people surrounded her, and here she was naked, dripping with sweat and virtually fingering herself. Her nipples were hard if Yvette had not noticed. Yvette took her top off and it hit the bowl. They reconvened and won the set convincingly. 1-0 winners, with one game to go. Jo left the court to collect their bags, Yvette followed. "It feels good, doesn't it?" Jo could have been referring to the coolness of the uniforms. But she wasn't. Yvette nodded in agreement. Wetting the costumes did after all seem a practical thing to do. As the other games progressed Jo sat in the stands. As the other players returned to the little canvas huts she pictured them stripping naked. She wondered if she could make it to the next game without finding a quiet spot to bring herself off. The crowd was packing out now, maybe a third of the stands remained to be filled. Jo took a long cool drink. She would be back in action soon enough. * They had one more game to go in the group stage. They had won two, lost one. Not bad. The team they had just beaten were among the favourites, probably having a bad day. Jo had expected to lose, which was another reason why she had been so relaxed. Jo left their bags at the court edge as before, away from the players' seats. The game started as before, and soon Jo was sitting 9-7 ahead, and naked. Yvette had taken her top off too. She sponged herself with it, all the time casting glances at her partner, her long legs, her firm tight breasts, the smooth skin of her body, prickled with beads of perspiration. The wetness of Yvette's top across her own skin was doing little to cool her down. The game moved on. At the second interval they were 15-13 up. Jo had made a few mistakes on the last points, she was looking forward to the break too much. Once under canvas she stripped again and shut her eyes. She ran her hands slowly over her body and down her legs, the crowd noise all around her. She loved the hot lubrication the sweat provided as her palms rode over her thighs. Yvette had started to play well, and it was her that made the decisive plays to win the first set. After a particularly deft finishing play she was feeling confident. Her top joined Jo's in the bowl and after a couple of glances she hooked her thumbs into her tight shorts and slid them to the sand. Jo took it all in. Yvette looked superb, curvy but still athletic, her breasts full, her legs tan, all covered with a hot shimmer. Jo was breathing quick, shallow breaths, her heart was pounding. This was what it was all about. Jo picked up her shorts and slid them back on as Yvette dripped water from her bottle over her breasts, rivulets rolling down her stomach into her lap, clinging to the delicately cropped blond curls there. Revenge is a Dish Best Served Soon The umpire's whistle blew. Jo snapped out of it. The second set started well. Yvette was playing better then Jo ever thought she could. They were racing into a second set lead. Jo looked around, it seemed the stands were a little quieter, emptier. It was possible that people were taking a break in the refreshment tents before the semi finals. When they returned to their seats they were 10-4 clear. Jo sat down. Yvette was beaming. She removed her top and then her shorts. She ran a little water through them, then left them soaking in the bowl. She ran her hands over her breasts and leant back in her chair and closed her eyes. Jo had not stripped this time. Jo looked at the bowl, it lay at her feet. Their bags were tucked safely away, off court. She slowly reached up and took hold of the canvas cover with her left hand. Her right hand lowered towards the bowl. She hesitated. They were winning. One set up, cruising in the second. The crowds had seemingly dispersed. She looked at Yvette, her perfect naked body. Missing out on getting some action with her was also a consideration. She laughed, but not a big one, nor likely anyway. If they won this game they would be in the semis. The crowds would be back. The local press might even turn up for the semis. The humiliation would be total. She released her grip on the cover and dropped her arm. The umpire's whistle blew once again. Although Jo was distracted somewhat, the set was easily won. Yvette was playing well and they left the court, the knockout stages beckoning. Getting naked. Jo thought she should coach it. Yvette offered to go and get them drinks and some food, the morning's episode forgotten, by her at least. Jo waited. The next game would come soon enough. * Jo and Yvette entered the arena. The wait for the remaining group games to finish had been a long one and Jo had become a little edgy. The crowd had become quite big and what seemed an easy business had become more difficult in her mind. She was still set, though, and up against the tournament favourites she was sure they would lose, so the outside possibility of winning the whole thing and making the back pages had ceased to be a factor. They started well, but Jo quickly lost concentration. A couple of photographers had come down onto the court and although this would make the whole thing that bit more delicious she worried that Yvette had seen them. They trailed into the first break 10-4. Jo and Yvette were on the other side of the umpire this time so at the first break Jo pulled over the cover as she had before. Jo got inside and sat and waited. But Yvette was just drinking. Jo quickly slipped out of her own kit, hoping that Yvette would follow. The photographers, the full crowd, the semi-final, Jo was sitting amongst it all, completely naked, trying to remain calm, but she was shaking, with fear and exhilaration. The whistle went and Jo slipped her costume back on. The first set was slipping away. It was becoming clear that Yvette was getting agitated at Jo's drop off in performance. It culminated in a "stupid bitch" when Jo uncharacteristically placed a serve into the net. They were behind 19-9 at the second break the first set all but lost. Jo sat in her chair. She knew she was up against time now, if they lost the second set she might only have three more breaks to get Yvette naked. She must have seen the photographers. Trembling, Jo lifted her top clear and slid her shorts to the floor. She sat back and she shut her eyes hoping the photographers stayed at the end of the court, but all the time imagining them turning the corner of their canvas shelter and finding her there. "You are playing like shit." Yvette eloquently broke the silence. "I'll get it back, relax." Jo tried to sound convincing. Yvette took a swig from her bottle and then she removed her top, which she held in her hands, brushing out the damp sand. Jo imagined those fabulous breasts on display across the morning's papers, there was still a chance. They returned to the court, but the set was over pretty quickly. When they sat back down Yvette's mood had turned a little more sour. "I'm supposed to be new, you look like you've never played before." "We'll take the second set off them." Jo pushed her shorts down and held them in her hands. What little breeze there was she could feel between her legs, the only thing cooling her fire. "We'll only do it if you start playing." Yvette's head was down. She was probably also tired, it was the fifth game of the day. Jo sat patiently. But Yvette just sat there. The whistle went and Jo slipped her shorts back on. They might have to send it to a third set if this was ever going to happen. The image of her hand on the canvas in the last game was beginning to gnaw away in her mind. Jo stole herself for a big effort. She started to take control. "Move yourself", "You've got to get higher", "Send it deeper", "You're setting up too close." Jo was getting vocal, pushing Yvette. Yvette was responding, but they were still hanging on. At the first break they were 8-6 down. Jo reckoned they may have two more breaks. They were probably not going to win this set. Even if it went to a third set the game would become too important, focussing on it, Yvette would probably not strip. Jo changed her tactics. "We've given it a great go anyway, Yvette, win or lose. And you've been much better than I thought you were." Jo removed her vest, and then her shorts. She could feel the crowd closing in. The desperate situation was heightening the rush, she wanted to plunge her hand between her legs. "Semi finals is a good achievement, let's enjoy it." Jo wondered if Yvette had noticed how far her nipples were sticking out. But Yvette was quiet. Jo dressed again at the whistle. Yvette was quiet through the play. The game was quickly getting away from them. They returned to their seats 17-11 behind. Another 4 points and it was over. Jo stripped instantly and sat down, she put her vest and shorts on the edge of the bowl, she had to encourage Yvette to follow but she would need quick access to her own things. She closed her eyes and hoped for the best, but she knew it was too late. No-one would be exposed out here today. "Do you not think we've done well, Yvette? There's no shame in losing." Yvette leant forward. "You get me to play in this thing, I play out of my skin, and when we're in the semi-final you give up." Yvette leant a little closer. "If you want to give up, I can give up too." With that Yvette stood the bowl in one hand, her other hand dragged the canvas cover out into the court. The darkness was instantly lifted from Jo's eyelids, and she sat bolt upright, the crowd in complete silence. She sat there everyone looking at her and then the silence broke, pandemonium. Jo fell to her knees looking for something to cover herself, there was nothing but the sand that stuck to her shins as she scrambled naked in front of the onlookers. There was nothing to do so she ran, ran for the exit, grabbed her bag and stumbled her way out to the car park. The clinking of the courtside photographers accompanying her flight. Revenge Is Best Served HOT Sylvia was as pissed off as I have ever seen her. Way past pissed. Literally shaking with rage she let me know just exactly how pissed off she was. She made it clear that I exceeded my boundaries and she was about to return the favor. They say a grudge fuck is the best sex you'll ever have. I was about to find out just exactly how true that saying is. She lulled me into it. She acted like she was over it. Make up sex always seems to be good, and often than not great. We had a couple of glasses of champagne and kissed and made out like we were teenagers again. We talked and it was as if my stupid error was in the past. She asked me if I wanted a femdom handjob. She knows I like them. So I had no reservations about responding with an enthusiastic "yes". She strapped me down to the leather bench we use for those sessions. I thought the binds were a bit tighter and more certain than usual. Sylvia was a true artist when it came to handjobs. I swear I think she could extract cum from a rock with those hands. When I say she was extraordinary, it's a gross understatement. She definitely had a special talent. She would tease and work my cock and have me begging to cum, squirming in my bondage as she controlled me totally, deciding if, when and how I would cum under the magic of her hands. She would alternate between pounding my cock and tormenting it with slow, methodical and excruciatingly erotic strokes that made you stop breathing and your eyes cross in ecstasy. After she strapped me down, she disappeared briefly into the master suite. When she emerged, she was wearing a black shelf bra. Sylvia had a set of luscious tits that most 30 year-olds would die for and the bra presented them perfectly, with her long hard nipples jutting out at attention over the top of the bra. She was wearing nipple jewelry that accentuated them, placing the punctuation mark on their perfection. Her panties were a lace, crotchless thong that matched the bra and flawlessly framed her freshly shaved pussy. A garter belt and back-seamed stockings were the crowning touch. She looked exquisite. She pulled up a chair next to the bench. Slowly, tantalizingly, deliberately, she began to milk my dick, pausing unpredictably to suck it, diving down all the way to my balls. I could feel the back of her throat as she slowly, methodically sucked her way back to the base of the head interrupted by an occasional thrust back to the balls. After each interlude of sucking, she would revert back to the hand stroking, carefully pausing at the head to rotate gently and slowly around the base. The eroticism was unrestrained and I was just moments away from blowing my wad into her hand, when she suddenly stopped. Uncharacteristically she pounded my dick hard with two painful strokes that immediately eliminated my impending orgasm. Without a word, Sylvia got up from the chair and walked into the master bedroom, returning moments later with a gag and a blindfold. She stuffed the gag forcefully into my mouth, tightly cinching it. I could only issue muffled, grunting sounds from behind the gag. Then she harshly, angrily put the blindfold on leaving me completely muted and sightless. Again she pounded my helpless cock with a few enraged strokes. And again she left me. Totally helpless. Totally immobilized. I struggled to escape but the binds were too tight and there was no escape. I was at her total mercy. I knew this was out of her normal profile. Something was awry. The unknown of it all was both exhilarating and simultaneously a bit frightening. She arose again. I could hear her footsteps as she headed back to the master bedroom and bath. I'd guess that she was in there for a half hour or so. When she returned, I could clearly make out the clicking of high heels as she came onto the living room's tile floor. She came over to me. I could feel her breath and the luscious smell of her perfume as she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. Once again she began to work my cock with her hand magic. My dick leapt to attention still again as she delightfully played alternatively with the head and the shaft. After just a few minutes I was again on the very precipice of orgasm and once again she quit abruptly. Then she pounded my dick hard, cruelly hard, for a few strokes and then stopped completely. She began to speak. I could hear the anger in her trembling voice. "I've had it with your constant inability to understand and deal with boundaries. Tonight it's payback time. Big time. I'll be back. I don't know how long I'll be gone, but I'll be back later." I heard the click of her heels move to the kitchen where I then heard the unmistakable sound of her collecting her purse. The car keys jingled as she picked them up off the countertop. I heard the back door open and then close. The garage door opened. I heard her car start up in the driveway, the garage door closed and she drove off. I expected her to drive around for a short while to make her point and return, angry but back at home. But she didn't make such a return. I know it was probably only a few hours but it seemed like an eternity before I heard the car drive into the driveway again. First the garage door opened and closed and then the back door opened. Once again I heard the unmistakable clicks of her heels as she walked across the kitchen and into the living room. Sylvia belligerently removed my blindfold. I could then see that her hair was tussled and her lipstick was smeared around her mouth. She was wearing the shelf bra under a sheer black blouse which I had given her. Her nipples were clearly visible through the blouse, even at a distance. She was wearing a mid-thigh black leather skirt which I also had given her along with the back-seamed stockings and black high heels. Dangling rhinestone earrings were swinging from her ears. Even in her now ruffled state she was spectacularly beautiful. I couldn't imagine her out in public dressed like that. As many times as I had asked, no begged, her to dress so provocatively she had never done so. My mind was racing with my mental picture of her out in public looking like that. I noticed that all of her clothes and jewelry were items I had given her. It was quite clear that she was making a statement by wearing those items and she was enjoying rubbing my nose in it. She pulled up the chair again alongside me as I still laid immobilized. She grinned a bit evilly at me and began to work my dick. Even with all the apprehension I couldn't help but react again to the marvelous magic of her special touch. Quickly my cock arose to meet its calling. She worked it brutally to perfection, stroking the full length of the shaft slowly, interrupted by an occasional pause at the head where she tantalizingly massaged its throbbing crown. Yet once more as I approached orgasm she brusquely stopped. She leaned over and got down into my face, whispering seductively "I had the most marvelous time tonight. After all these years I finally let go sexually. I decided to just have a really good time and not deal with anything other than just pure physical enjoyment of it, looking for nothing but satisfaction for me. I wanted to live like I've never lived before, to live like I've been afraid to for all these years. It was breathtaking. I loved it. Every damn moment." I quivered, strapped helplessly to the leather bench, while she kept on. "I want to tell you about it. Every detail. Every magnificent, decadent moment in its full glory. Do you want to hear it?" I could see the sparkle of excitement dance in her eyes as they had done years before when we were still dating. Still gagged, I could only nod "yes". She started to divulge the full story of her evening. "I went to a bar down in mid-town I had been told about. Some of the girls at the office said it was a hot spot with lots of single men. I expected to find mostly a bunch of younger barely out of college. The crowd had the younger men but was pretty diverse with a lot of other older guys too, maybe into their 60s. Of course there were a lot of women there too. I spotted a guy at the bar who was alone and looked intriguing. He was in his mid-upper 40s. Ruggedly handsome. Tallish. Dark hair with a couple of silver streaks. He was casually dressed in a sport shirt and tight blue jeans, drinking a cocktail and just looking around the place, people watching. I was wearing a pashmina to cover my tits when I came in. I was terribly nervous about being dressed this way and not sure I'd look good enough to be wanted. I doubted my desirability. I needed to check it out before I really let go. I was looking around at all the men but once I targeted him I pulled the pashmina off and stuffed it in my purse and headed towards him. My nipples were incredibly hard from the excitement. It felt like they were going to push right through my blouse. I went up to him, nothing but my sheer blouse between him and my obvious excitement. He looked me in the eye and then he stared unabashedly at my tits." "Very, very nice" he said, picking his eyes up from my tits to look at my face again. "Got a name?" I could hardly speak. My tongue was tied and my mouth was dry between the exhilaration of this stranger staring at my tits and my own case of nerves. I glanced around the bar. Now four or five other guys had noticed me and were also gawking at my tits, whispering and elbowing their friends to take a look at me. I felt so sexy, so wanted and so alive, like I haven't felt in years, maybe ever. "Sylvia", I stammered. "And yours?" "Michael. What are you drinking, Sylvia?" "I'll have a cosmopolitan" I softly responded. I moved up next to him at the bar and I put my hand on his thigh." She continued the story. "He ordered my drink and put his hand lightly on my ass, rubbing it and lightly squeezing it. I instantly broke out all over goose bumps. I could feel my pussy beginning to get wet with anticipation and excitement. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I didn't know if I could go through with it. I was so close to just leaving. My heart was pounding as I felt the passion building inside me." All the while she talked, she was continuing her slow and methodical stroking of my now utterly erect dick, never missing a stroke. I hung on her every word. "We made some small talk. After a few minutes, I leaned over I pushed my hand across his thigh and over onto his crotch and whispered in his ear that I wasn't there for social hour. His dick was already springing to life inside his jeans. I could feel it growing as I brushed over it thru his pants. He countered by obscurely brushing my tits with one hand and continuing to rub my ass lightly with the other. He thought he was invisible but those other guys at the bar were watching like hawks. They saw exactly what was happening. I was the center of attention and I fucking loved it. I unbuttoned the top two buttons on my blouse to give them a better view. We drank slowly at first but as his dick got harder and my pussy got wetter, we drank more quickly. We ordered another round and continued petting each other, pretty much guzzling down the second round. I leaned over and whispered in his ear about finding someplace to be alone and that I didn't need to be drunk for him to get what he wanted. He pulled out a hundred dollar bill, left it on the bar and told me we were going to the parking lot." "You want more?" she asked me. I nodded "yes" again. "You sure?" I grunted my affirmation thru the gag. "We got out to his car. I was surprised to see it was a minivan. I laughed inside, maybe out loud. I had expected a Porsche or BMW or Mercedes. A fucking minivan? Really? He opened the side door. All the seats were laid flat in the back and we tumbled onto the floor of the van. He quickly unbuttoned the remaining buttons on my blouse and began mauling my tits, squeezing them, sucking the nipples hard and rolling them between his fingers, pulling them hard enough to make me wince in pain. But I wanted more. Don't quit, I thought. Don't ever quit. I kissed him deeper and harder in response to his punishment of my nipples and he responded with an even crueler handling of my erect nipples. I fumbled around and finally got his pants and underwear pulled down. His cock was rigid and large, very large. It was almost porn star size. The head was purple with excitement and cried for attention. I was determined to give it the kind of attention that I knew it needed and that I knew I could give it. I started sucking it ferociously, working up and down the shaft, pausing at the top of the upstroke to twirl my tongue around its throbbing head. I savored every stroke like a kid on a Popsicle on a blistering hot summer day. I bobbed on it shamelessly, craving to taste his cum. In just a very few minutes he satisfied that need for me, shooting a huge wad of cum into the back of my throat. I enthusiastically gulped it down and was eager for more. I kept pumping and sucking his cock to extract every drop of his cum like it was fine wine, licking my lips to gather every drop." I was about to jump out of my skin listening to this story. I just couldn't believe that my Sylvia, my virginal ultra-conservative Sylvia, would ever do something like this. I had fantasized about it. We had talked about it as a turn-on and she had always been absolutely, perfectly clear that it would never, ever happen. I never believed there was even the remotest possibility it would ever come true. Not in a million years. Not ever. She kept on. "And now the most exciting part. I looked up and there were two guys from inside the bar staring thru the open door on the minivan. In the heat of the moment I didn't even realize that Michael hadn't closed it. The idea that these guys had just watched me give a blowjob and greedily gulp down Michael's load was a wild turn on. Then Michael roughly rolled me over and began fucking me violently, pounding my cunt, taking me like a wild animal in heat. In just a few minutes he came again, filling my cunt with another hot load of his cum. He rolled off of me, spent, his pants around his knees. I looked up and one of the two young men was now standing right in front of me at the van's door working his hard dick in his hand. I was caught up in the passion of it all. I motioned for him to come to me. He came over and stuck his erect dick right in front of my mouth. I leaned up from the floor of the van, took it in my mouth and began eagerly sucking it, working him as hard as I just worked Michael. Now his friend got into the van too, watching me suck off his buddy while he jerked off. I was concentrating hard on sucking the first guy's dick when I felt a hard cock slam into my cunt. I thought Michael had recovered and was banging me again but when I paused my blowjob to look back it was the other guy that had been watching. I didn't care. All I wanted was to be used. To be filled. To be wanted. To be craved. By anyone. Anyone but you. It didn't matter who. I've never had two guys at once and I told you that would never happen either, but it did. It was exhilarating and liberating at the same time. I had finally let go of my inhibitions. I sucked and stroked that young stranger's cock. He blew a wad into my mouth that must have been twice as big as Michael's and I swallowed his load too, being careful to clean every drop from his dick as I was still being ravaged by his friend behind me. My unbridled tits were bouncing wildly as he pounded me. He grabbed my hair, pulling me back onto his dick just as he shot his wad into me, on top of Michael's. After he came, he spun me around and pulled my mouth to his cock and made me clean the residual cum and my own juices from his still hard cock. Just as fast as they appeared, the two young strangers disappeared into the night. I had been used as a sex toy by them. Not even a name much less a kiss. They just deposited cum into my mouth and pussy and then left me like a $5 whore. I probably should have felt used, abused and even cheap but instead I felt pleasure, bliss, elation, and fulfillment. Sexual liberty. Finally. The whole scene was being replayed in my head; two loads of cum in my mouth and two in my pussy. I got goose bumps again just thinking about it. I decided I had used them more than they used me and they didn't even know it." She laughed out loud. "Michael escorted me to my car, gave me his name and number and told me he wanted to see me again." Sylvia reached into her bra, pulled out his business card and tossed it at me, mocking me with it. Listening to her tale has my cock is on the verge of a massive explosion. Three times tonight I've been brought to the edge of orgasm. I'm in a state of elongated sexual stimulation that I've never before endured. I desperately need to cum. Desperately. Sylvia stopped stroking me. She ripped the gag off of me. "Oh please. Don't do this to me again" I beg. "Shut up. Quit whining" she snapped as she hiked up her skirt and firmly sat on my face, looking down over her succulent tits at mine. "Clean me up, you sorry bastard. I've cleaned other girls' juices off your dick and didn't even know it. Now it's your turn, in spades. I've been holding it in all the way home, saving it for you to clean." I could actually see pearly drips of cum from her two invaders dripping from her now slightly swollen cunt. They had obviously worked it hard. I fervently licked her from her ass to her clit, sucking and licking every drop of cum from her glistening cunt. I could taste their seed in her and loved it. I licked wildly as she ground her pussy hard onto my face. She got up and turned around in a 69 position and began to once again jerk me off while I resumed my cleaning duties. I had been on the verge of orgasm all evening and I quickly erupted in a massive cum shot. Even after I came, she continued to stroke my dick relentlessly. I writhed under her hand after I had cum so incredibly hard, the intense sensations being more than I thought I could endure. But I had no choice. She got up and left me on the bench for an hour or so before finally coming back to release me. She made it perfectly clear that she had a magnificent time and planned on repeating her performance again in the future, that this was just the beginning of the new, unleashed Sylvia. Payback is a bitch and revenge is best served hot. Revenge is Best Served... Hot Sylvia was as pissed off as I have ever seen her. Way past pissed. Literally shaking with rage she let me know just exactly how pissed off she was. She made it clear that I exceeded my boundaries and she was about to return the favor. They say a grudge fuck is the best sex you'll ever have. I was about to find out just exactly how true that saying is. She lulled me into it. She acted like she was over it. Make up sex always seems to be good, and often than not great. We had a couple of glasses of champagne and kissed and made out like we were teenagers again. We talked and it was as if my stupid error was in the past. She asked me if I wanted a femdom handjob. She knows I like them. So I had no reservations about responding with an enthusiastic "yes". She strapped me down to the leather bench we use for those sessions. I thought the binds were a bit tighter and more certain than usual. Sylvia was a true artist when it came to handjobs. I swear I think she could extract cum from a rock with those hands. When I say she was extraordinary, it's a gross understatement. She definitely had a special talent. She would tease and work my cock and have me begging to cum, squirming in my bondage as she controlled me totally, deciding if, when and how I would cum under the magic of her hands. She would alternate between pounding my cock and tormenting it with slow, methodical and excruciatingly erotic strokes that made you stop breathing and your eyes cross in ecstasy. After she strapped me down, she disappeared briefly into the master suite. When she emerged, she was wearing a black shelf bra. Sylvia had a set of luscious tits that most 30 year-olds would die for and the bra presented them perfectly, with her long hard nipples jutting out at attention over the top of the bra. She was wearing nipple jewelry that accentuated them, placing the punctuation mark on their perfection. Her panties were a lace, crotchless thong that matched the bra and flawlessly framed her freshly shaved pussy. A garter belt and back-seamed stockings were the crowning touch. She looked exquisite. She pulled up a chair next to the bench. Slowly, tantalizingly, deliberately, she began to milk my dick, pausing unpredictably to suck it, diving down all the way to my balls. I could feel the back of her throat as she slowly, methodically sucked her way back to the base of the head interrupted by an occasional thrust back to the balls. After each interlude of sucking, she would revert back to the hand stroking, carefully pausing at the head to rotate gently and slowly around the base. The eroticism was unrestrained and I was just moments away from blowing my wad into her hand, when she suddenly stopped. Uncharacteristically she pounded my dick hard with two painful strokes that immediately eliminated my impending orgasm. Without a word, Sylvia got up from the chair and walked into the master bedroom, returning moments later with a gag and a blindfold. She stuffed the gag forcefully into my mouth, tightly cinching it. I could only issue muffled, grunting sounds from behind the gag. Then she harshly, angrily put the blindfold on leaving me completely muted and sightless. Again she pounded my helpless cock with a few enraged strokes. And again she left me. Totally helpless. Totally immobilized. I struggled to escape but the binds were too tight and there was no escape. I was at her total mercy. I knew this was out of her normal profile. Something was awry. The unknown of it all was both exhilarating and simultaneously a bit frightening. She arose again. I could hear her footsteps as she headed back to the master bedroom and bath. I'd guess that she was in there for a half hour or so. When she returned, I could clearly make out the clicking of high heels as she came onto the living room's tile floor. She came over to me. I could feel her breath and the luscious smell of her perfume as she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. Once again she began to work my cock with her hand magic. My dick leapt to attention still again as she delightfully played alternatively with the head and the shaft. After just a few minutes I was again on the very precipice of orgasm and once again she quit abruptly. Then she pounded my dick hard, cruelly hard, for a few strokes and then stopped completely. She began to speak. I could hear the anger in her trembling voice. "I've had it with your constant inability to understand and deal with boundaries. Tonight it's payback time. Big time. I'll be back. I don't know how long I'll be gone, but I'll be back later." I heard the click of her heels move to the kitchen where I then heard the unmistakable sound of her collecting her purse. The car keys jingled as she picked them up off the countertop. I heard the back door open and then close. The garage door opened. I heard her car start up in the driveway, the garage door closed and she drove off. I expected her to drive around for a short while to make her point and return, angry but back at home. But she didn't make such a return. I know it was probably only a few hours but it seemed like an eternity before I heard the car drive into the driveway again. First the garage door opened and closed and then the back door opened. Once again I heard the unmistakable clicks of her heels as she walked across the kitchen and into the living room. Sylvia belligerently removed my blindfold. I could then see that her hair was tussled and her lipstick was smeared around her mouth. She was wearing the shelf bra under a sheer black blouse which I had given her. Her nipples were clearly visible through the blouse, even at a distance. She was wearing a mid-thigh black leather skirt which I also had given her along with the back-seamed stockings and black high heels. Dangling rhinestone earrings were swinging from her ears. Even in her now ruffled state she was spectacularly beautiful. I couldn't imagine her out in public dressed like that. As many times as I had asked, no begged, her to dress so provocatively she had never done so. My mind was racing with my mental picture of her out in public looking like that. I noticed that all of her clothes and jewelry were items I had given her. It was quite clear that she was making a statement by wearing those items and she was enjoying rubbing my nose in it. She pulled up the chair again alongside me as I still laid immobilized. She grinned a bit evilly at me and began to work my dick. Even with all the apprehension I couldn't help but react again to the marvelous magic of her special touch. Quickly my cock arose to meet its calling. She worked it brutally to perfection, stroking the full length of the shaft slowly, interrupted by an occasional pause at the head where she tantalizingly massaged its throbbing crown. Yet once more as I approached orgasm she brusquely stopped. She leaned over and got down into my face, whispering seductively "I had the most marvelous time tonight. After all these years I finally let go sexually. I decided to just have a really good time and not deal with anything other than just pure physical enjoyment of it, looking for nothing but satisfaction for me. I wanted to live like I've never lived before, to live like I've been afraid to for all these years. It was breathtaking. I loved it. Every damn moment." I quivered, strapped helplessly to the leather bench, while she kept on. "I want to tell you about it. Every detail. Every magnificent, decadent moment in its full glory. Do you want to hear it?" I could see the sparkle of excitement dance in her eyes as they had done years before when we were still dating. Still gagged, I could only nod "yes". She started to divulge the full story of her evening. "I went to a bar down in mid-town I had been told about. Some of the girls at the office said it was a hot spot with lots of single men. I expected to find mostly a bunch of younger barely out of college. The crowd had the younger men but was pretty diverse with a lot of other older guys too, maybe into their 60s. Of course there were a lot of women there too. I spotted a guy at the bar who was alone and looked intriguing. He was in his mid-upper 40s. Ruggedly handsome. Tallish. Dark hair with a couple of silver streaks. He was casually dressed in a sport shirt and tight blue jeans, drinking a cocktail and just looking around the place, people watching. I was wearing a pashmina to cover my tits when I came in. I was terribly nervous about being dressed this way and not sure I'd look good enough to be wanted. I doubted my desirability. I needed to check it out before I really let go. I was looking around at all the men but once I targeted him I pulled the pashmina off and stuffed it in my purse and headed towards him. My nipples were incredibly hard from the excitement. It felt like they were going to push right through my blouse. I went up to him, nothing but my sheer blouse between him and my obvious excitement. He looked me in the eye and then he stared unabashedly at my tits." "Very, very nice" he said, picking his eyes up from my tits to look at my face again. "Got a name?" I could hardly speak. My tongue was tied and my mouth was dry between the exhilaration of this stranger staring at my tits and my own case of nerves. I glanced around the bar. Now four or five other guys had noticed me and were also gawking at my tits, whispering and elbowing their friends to take a look at me. I felt so sexy, so wanted and so alive, like I haven't felt in years, maybe ever. "Sylvia", I stammered. "And yours?" "Michael. What are you drinking, Sylvia?" "I'll have a cosmopolitan" I softly responded. I moved up next to him at the bar and I put my hand on his thigh." She continued the story. "He ordered my drink and put his hand lightly on my ass, rubbing it and lightly squeezing it. I instantly broke out all over goose bumps. I could feel my pussy beginning to get wet with anticipation and excitement. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I didn't know if I could go through with it. I was so close to just leaving. My heart was pounding as I felt the passion building inside me." All the while she talked, she was continuing her slow and methodical stroking of my now utterly erect dick, never missing a stroke. I hung on her every word. "We made some small talk. After a few minutes, I leaned over I pushed my hand across his thigh and over onto his crotch and whispered in his ear that I wasn't there for social hour. His dick was already springing to life inside his jeans. I could feel it growing as I brushed over it thru his pants. He countered by obscurely brushing my tits with one hand and continuing to rub my ass lightly with the other. He thought he was invisible but those other guys at the bar were watching like hawks. They saw exactly what was happening. I was the center of attention and I fucking loved it. I unbuttoned the top two buttons on my blouse to give them a better view. We drank slowly at first but as his dick got harder and my pussy got wetter, we drank more quickly. We ordered another round and continued petting each other, pretty much guzzling down the second round. I leaned over and whispered in his ear about finding someplace to be alone and that I didn't need to be drunk for him to get what he wanted. He pulled out a hundred dollar bill, left it on the bar and told me we were going to the parking lot." "You want more?" she asked me. I nodded "yes" again. "You sure?" I grunted my affirmation thru the gag. "We got out to his car. I was surprised to see it was a minivan. I laughed inside, maybe out loud. I had expected a Porsche or BMW or Mercedes. A fucking minivan? Really? He opened the side door. All the seats were laid flat in the back and we tumbled onto the floor of the van. He quickly unbuttoned the remaining buttons on my blouse and began mauling my tits, squeezing them, sucking the nipples hard and rolling them between his fingers, pulling them hard enough to make me wince in pain. But I wanted more. Don't quit, I thought. Don't ever quit. I kissed him deeper and harder in response to his punishment of my nipples and he responded with an even crueler handling of my erect nipples. I fumbled around and finally got his pants and underwear pulled down. His cock was rigid and large, very large. It was almost porn star size. The head was purple with excitement and cried for attention. I was determined to give it the kind of attention that I knew it needed and that I knew I could give it. I started sucking it ferociously, working up and down the shaft, pausing at the top of the upstroke to twirl my tongue around its throbbing head. I savored every stroke like a kid on a Popsicle on a blistering hot summer day. I bobbed on it shamelessly, craving to taste his cum. In just a very few minutes he satisfied that need for me, shooting a huge wad of cum into the back of my throat. I enthusiastically gulped it down and was eager for more. I kept pumping and sucking his cock to extract every drop of his cum like it was fine wine, licking my lips to gather every drop." I was about to jump out of my skin listening to this story. I just couldn't believe that my Sylvia, my virginal ultra-conservative Sylvia, would ever do something like this. I had fantasized about it. We had talked about it as a turn-on and she had always been absolutely, perfectly clear that it would never, ever happen. I never believed there was even the remotest possibility it would ever come true. Not in a million years. Not ever. She kept on. "And now the most exciting part. I looked up and there were two guys from inside the bar staring thru the open door on the minivan. In the heat of the moment I didn't even realize that Michael hadn't closed it. The idea that these guys had just watched me give a blowjob and greedily gulp down Michael's load was a wild turn on. Then Michael roughly rolled me over and began fucking me violently, pounding my cunt, taking me like a wild animal in heat. In just a few minutes he came again, filling my cunt with another hot load of his cum. He rolled off of me, spent, his pants around his knees. I looked up and one of the two young men was now standing right in front of me at the van's door working his hard dick in his hand. I was caught up in the passion of it all. I motioned for him to come to me. He came over and stuck his erect dick right in front of my mouth. I leaned up from the floor of the van, took it in my mouth and began eagerly sucking it, working him as hard as I just worked Michael. Now his friend got into the van too, watching me suck off his buddy while he jerked off. I was concentrating hard on sucking the first guy's dick when I felt a hard cock slam into my cunt. I thought Michael had recovered and was banging me again but when I paused my blowjob to look back it was the other guy that had been watching. I didn't care. All I wanted was to be used. To be filled. To be wanted. To be craved. By anyone. Anyone but you. It didn't matter who. I've never had two guys at once and I told you that would never happen either, but it did. It was exhilarating and liberating at the same time. I had finally let go of my inhibitions. I sucked and stroked that young stranger's cock. He blew a wad into my mouth that must have been twice as big as Michael's and I swallowed his load too, being careful to clean every drop from his dick as I was still being ravaged by his friend behind me. My unbridled tits were bouncing wildly as he pounded me. He grabbed my hair, pulling me back onto his dick just as he shot his wad into me, on top of Michael's. After he came, he spun me around and pulled my mouth to his cock and made me clean the residual cum and my own juices from his still hard cock. Just as fast as they appeared, the two young strangers disappeared into the night. I had been used as a sex toy by them. Not even a name much less a kiss. They just deposited cum into my mouth and pussy and then left me like a $5 whore. I probably should have felt used, abused and even cheap but instead I felt pleasure, bliss, elation, and fulfillment. Sexual liberty. Finally. The whole scene was being replayed in my head; two loads of cum in my mouth and two in my pussy. I got goose bumps again just thinking about it. I decided I had used them more than they used me and they didn't even know it." She laughed out loud. "Michael escorted me to my car, gave me his name and number and told me he wanted to see me again." Sylvia reached into her bra, pulled out his business card and tossed it at me, mocking me with it. Listening to her tale has my cock is on the verge of a massive explosion. Three times tonight I've been brought to the edge of orgasm. I'm in a state of elongated sexual stimulation that I've never before endured. I desperately need to cum. Desperately. Sylvia stopped stroking me. She ripped the gag off of me. "Oh please. Don't do this to me again" I beg. "Shut up. Quit whining" she snapped as she hiked up her skirt and firmly sat on my face, looking down over her succulent tits at mine. "Clean me up, you sorry bastard. I've cleaned other girls' juices off your dick and didn't even know it. Now it's your turn, in spades. I've been holding it in all the way home, saving it for you to clean." I could actually see pearly drips of cum from her two invaders dripping from her now slightly swollen cunt. They had obviously worked it hard. I fervently licked her from her ass to her clit, sucking and licking every drop of cum from her glistening cunt. I could taste their seed in her and loved it. I licked wildly as she ground her pussy hard onto my face. She got up and turned around in a 69 position and began to once again jerk me off while I resumed my cleaning duties. I had been on the verge of orgasm all evening and I quickly erupted in a massive cum shot. Even after I came, she continued to stroke my dick relentlessly. I writhed under her hand after I had cum so incredibly hard, the intense sensations being more than I thought I could endure. But I had no choice. She got up and left me on the bench for an hour or so before finally coming back to release me. She made it perfectly clear that she had a magnificent time and planned on repeating her performance again in the future, that this was just the beginning of the new, unleashed Sylvia. Payback is a bitch and revenge is best served hot. Revenge Is... Jilly was holding my head to her breast and softly moaning, "Oh Daddy...Daddy. Oh god, that feels so good. I love you." I moved to her other breast and began to suck and kiss it. After spending a few moments ministering to it, I began to kiss my way down her body. I kissed across her stomach, continuing to the top of her pubic hair. Her hair was a lighter color and was neatly trimmed. I rubbed my face in it. Jilly moaned and pushed her pelvis up into my face. She brought her knees up and spread her legs. I moved between her legs and began to nibble on her inner thighs. Kissing, licking, sucking and lightly biting them. Jilly was squirming and wriggling, as I moved from one leg to the other. Finally, I moved to her very aromatic vagina. Her scent was mesmerizing. I breathed it in with relish. I began to slowly kick the lips of her vagina. I delighted in the tangy flavor of her love juices. I tried to get my tongue into each and every fold of her labia. I pushed my tongue into her vagina. I spread her with my fingers and ran my tongue into her love channel, as deep as I could. Jilly had her hands on my head, and she was pushing my face into her. It was like she wanted to force my head into her body. I licked and sucked her with everything I had in me. Only coming up for air when absolutely necessary. I wanted to pleasure my sweet Jilly forever. I slipped my finger into her vagina and moved my tongue to her clitoris. I moved the little hood aside with my tongue, and I caressed the little clit; licking and sucking it. If Jilly was excited as I licked her cunt, she went wild when I started on her clit. She gasped and gushed, "Oh Daddy, Daddy, Daddy...oh god, oh god, oh god,... Daddy, daddy, daddy, I love you. I love you. I love you. don't stop, don't stop, please...don't ever stop." She let out with a high pitched screech and arched her back, as a powerful orgasm over took her. She trembled and shook as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Again and again, she went into the orgasmic bliss. She called to me to make her my woman. Eventually, she came down from that peak of orgasmic delight. She went limp, reached down, pulled me up, and kissed me, softly. "Daddy, I have never experienced anything like that before. You have given me more pleasure than I ever dreamed of. Please make love to me now, Daddy...I want you in me. I need you in me. Please, make me your woman." I looked into her eyes and saw that they were filled with lust, lust and love ...love for me, her father. "Oh my sweet, beautiful Jilly. I want you. I need you ...I love you more than I have ever loved anyone before. But, Jilly, I don't have any..." She smiled up at me, and said, "Don't worry, Daddy. I'm on the pill," I leaned down and kissed her sweet lips. I lowered my dick to her vagina and rubbed it over her nether lips. I guided the tip of my dick into her. Slowly, ever so slowly, I eased into my Jilly, my sweet daughter. As I pushed into her, I was stopped by an obstruction. I looked at her and opened my mouth. Jilly smiled up at me and whispered, "Yes, Daddy, I have saved myself for you. I have always wanted you to be my first and only. Daddy please make me a woman." I couldn't believe that this beautiful woman had saved herself for me, her father. We should never gotten into this position. It was banned all over the world; it was illegal, my wife and son, Jilly's mother and brother, were in jail for doing what we were doing. But, neither of us cared. We loved each other with a love that transcended all laws, morals and taboos. I made a quick jab into her and broke through her hymen. She gasped in pain, as I entered her. I held still not moving just holding myself in her and looking into her eyes. Telling her silently that I loved her and that I wanted her forever. Then slowly, Jilly started to push up; taking more and more of my dick into her body. I began to slowly press into her, until I was completely inside her. Our pubic hair was mashed and intertwined. Out hips were pressed together. Ever so slowly and gently, I began to move. Pulling my dick out of her vagina, until only the head was in her, then slowly re-entering her. I loved her like this for what seemed like an eternity. But, slowly the passion built. She started to groan and started to pitch her hips up into me with more and more vigor. Eventually, we were fucking like crazed lust filled animals. I was hammering my dick into her, and she was responding in kind. We were lost in a storm of passion and pleasure. Working together to lift each other to heights that had never before been attained. All of a sudden, I felt Jilly go into a spasm, her body went stiff and her back arched. She was having another orgasm, and this sent me over the edge. I pushed as far into her, as I could, and my dick erupted into her. I shot spasm after spasm of my semen into her body. I filled her to overflowing, crying out my eternal love for her. It felt like I came into her for an eternity. Eventually as our orgasmic pleasure subsided, we lay in each other's arms. Jilly looked to the side and then looked at me. She took my face in her hands, pulled me down and lightly kissed my lips. "Happy Birthday, Daddy." She said. "Happy Birthday, my sweet loving Daddy" I looked over to the clock and saw that is was 12:15 am. I laughed and said, "Tell me. Was that my birthday present?" "Part of it, but, there is a lot more that I want to give you," she said, softly. I pulled her to me and passionately kissed her. We lay there with our arms around each other. That's how we fell into a restful and dreamless sleep. When I woke up, the sun was up. Even with the shades drawn the room was bright. I looked over at Jilly and couldn't believe how beautiful she looked, lying there next to me. Last night, I made love to this beautiful woman, my lovely daughter. I should have felt guilty or ashamed, but I didn't. I loved her more that anything. What happened last night was the most wonderful experience I ever had. I wanted to be with her forever. As I was watching her, she opened her eyes and smiled up at me. "Good morning, my love," she said. "Happy Birthday." She kissed me lightly on the lips and giggled, "Morning breath," as she got out of the bed and ran into the bathroom. I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. I was naked, as Jilly was. I looked down and saw that our mingled juices were crusted on my thigh. There was a slight pinkish hue, obviously the blood from my taking Jilly's virginity. As I walked into the bathroom, Jilly was brushing her teeth. I put my arms around her and started to kiss her neck. "I love you, my sweet," I whispered in her ear. "muph, fluph merb flup," Jilly mumbled, as she continued brushing her teeth. "Oh, thank god! I thought that you were upset about last night. But, after hearing "muph, fluph merb flup" I know that you still love me." I laughed. She very deliberately finished brushing, she spit, filled a glass with water, and slowly rinsed her mouth. She then turned around, put her arms around me and with a big smile, said, "Daddy, if you could think that I was upset about the most wonderful night of my life, your not my father, but an imposter. Who are you, and what have you done with my father?" I laughed and pulled her into me, I went to kiss her, but she pushed me away and said, "If you think I am going to kiss you before you brush...you have another thing coming." She went into the shower and turned on the water. She let out a screech, "Oh god! This water is cold." I laughed and said, "My sweet, you should turn on the water before you get in the shower, and then, get in when it warms up" "Oh sure. Now you tell me that," she said. I was laughing, as brushed my teeth. When I got into the shower, Jilly was just standing under the spray. She looked at me and said, "It's about time you got in here. I thought that I was going to turn into a white prune." I put my arms around her, and as I kissed her neck, said, "If you are a prune, you are a very delicious one." Jilly pulled me to her and kissed me hard. "Oh Daddy, my Daddy. Please, make love to me again. Make love to me right here in the shower, PLEASE DADDY, please." She lifted her leg and wrapped it around my hip. I reached down and put my hand on the bottom of her thigh and started to lift her. She, then, lifted the other leg, and I gripped it and lifted her high above the now steel rod that stuck out from my groin. I slowly lowered her. She reached back and lined my dick up with her love channel. I continued to lower her and finally I felt the head of my dick entered into her nether lips. Jilly smiled, as I entered her. I slowly lowered her onto my rock hard dick. Deeper and deeper, I went into her. Finally I was totally inside her. I held still with my dick deep inside my own daughter. "Does it still hurt, my love?" I asked "It was a little tender, when you first entered me, but now it feels fine." Jilly began to move her hips and bounce her self on my dick. I began to piston my dick into her. I couldn't control myself. I wanted her so badly. I pumped into her with abandon. It was like a demon took over my body. I wanted her with a desire that knew no bounds. I needed her with a desperation that I had never felt before. I had to possess her completely and totally, to make her mine forever. Her back was against the shower wall, as I humped my dick into her, fucking her with all of the passion I had in me. My beautiful daughter was holding me tightly and moaning. I told her of my need and desire for her. How I had to possess her body and soul and that I was hers completely and forever. The world came to a stop. Nothing existed outside of the two of us. My world, my universe was all wrapped up in this young, beautiful woman, my daughter, my lover. We looked deeply into each other's eyes, as we coupled. I could see all of the love and lust that she had for me. Nothing in my life compared with the feeling of love and desire I was experiencing being joined with Jilly in this, the most intimate union of a man and woman. The happiness and joy I felt was indescribable. I thought that my heart would burst. Not even in the very best times with Laine, did I feel anything close to what I was experiencing at this moment. Jilly's moans started to rise in pitch and volume, as her orgasm approached. I redoubled my trusts into her. Faster and harder I went, in keeping with her screams and gyrations. I was a mad man fucking my sweet daughter, as hard and fast as I could. Her body began to stiffen, her legs were like a vice around my waist, her arms were squeezing my neck. Her lips assaulted mine, kissing me with her mouth open and tongue attacking mine. She screamed into my mouth, as the orgasm tore through her. Feeling her orgasm start, pushed me over the line. My dick got harder, if that was possible, and I could feel the sperm in my balls start to boil over. I pulled her hips into me, as I thrust my dick as far as it would go into her. Then I erupted into her, shooting my cum deep inside her vagina, into her womb. Again and again, I shot into her, spraying my seed into her and filling her to overflowing. My legs started to tremble, and I slowly lowered us to the floor of the shower, still joined. Jilly's legs were still wrapped around me, and I was still cumming into her. We sat there on the floor with the water running over us. Giving each other quick butterfly kisses, trying to catch our breath. I have no idea how long we sat there. But, finally, when we were rested, we got up and washed each other's body. We got out of the shower and dried ourselves. I went back into the bedroom, put on a robe, and went into the kitchen. Jilly, also in a robe, was there looking in the refrigerator. She looked up at me and said, "What would you like for breakfast, Daddy? How about those special scrambled eggs I used to make you at home?" "I would love that. You haven't made those for me, since before...since before we left home." I felt awkward saying "Home", but I refused to allow those two to cause us distress. Jilly smiled, she realized why I said what I did. "You're right, Daddy. I haven't made eggs for you in a long time." As we sat eating our breakfast, I asked Jilly, "When did you go on the pill, and why? You obviously never made love before." "I got the prescription the day you called and told me that you were coming to Chicago. As to why; well, I was not going to let you go back to Colorado without making love to me. If I couldn't seduce you, then I was going to tie you up and rape you. She continued, "Daddy, I have loved you all of my life. Then a few years ago, I realized that I was in love with you. I wanted you so much that it hurt. When I learned about Mom and Ricky, I didn't know what to do. "All I wanted in life was you. To have you, for you to be mine and for you to want me and have me," she wept. "Oh, my love, my sweet Jilly. You are mine, and I am yours, now and forever," I told her. I leaned toward her and took her face in my hands and softly kissed her lips. Jilly smiled at me and said, "Come on. We have to get dressed. I have a whole bunch of things I want to do." We went into the bedroom and dressed. There was a lot of grabbing, tickling and teasing, but eventually, we were dressed. We spent the day touring Chicago, visiting all of the sights and attractions. We went to the water tower, the Egg at Millennium Park; all the places that tourists go. We talked, laughed, hugged and kissed. We were like a honeymoon couple. At around 5:00 pm, Jilly said we had to go back to the apartment. She had plans to make a special dinner for my birthday. Jilly was a great cook. She was taught by her mother. Laine was a wonderful cook and had taught Jilly, well. Jilly made a fantastic dinner, and we shared a bottle of wine. After dinner, we sat on the couch, in each other's arms. Neither one of us brought up the subject of my leaving the next day. As we sat there, I kissed her and held her tight. Our kisses grew longer and more passionate, until we were in a lip lock. Jilly got up and pulled me up and said, "Come, Daddy. I want to make love to you. We walked into the bedroom and slowly undressed. Jilly pushed me onto the bed and jumped on top of me. She straddled me and began to kiss me. I held her tight, kissing her, and pushing my tongue into her mouth. Jilly, then, started to kiss her way down my body. She stopped right above my dick and looked up at me, smiling. "Daddy, I hope that I do this right," she said and then began to kiss the tip of my dick. When she took it into her mouth, I gasped. I couldn't believe the pleasure; just the idea that my own daughter had my dick in her mouth was mind-boggling. She began to run her lips up and down my erection. When she got to the tip, she would stop and just suck it. I was in heaven. I reached over and grabbed Jilly's waist and pulled her around. She didn't miss a beat and just continued to suck me. I pulled her hips above my face. I spread her legs to either side of my face, and I began to kiss the lips of her vagina. I began to lick her and push my tongue into her vagina. I kissed and lightly bit her vaginal lips. I sucked in her juices, luxuriating in the intoxicating flavor. Loving it and wanting more and more. As I licked her, she sucked harder and harder, taking more and more of my dick into her mouth. I couldn't believe the pleasure that was building inside of me. I could feel the cum boiling in my balls. Knowing that I would be cumming very soon. I moaned to Jilly that I would was going to cum. She looked up at me and said, "Daddy, cum in my mouth. I want to taste you. I want your cum in me." She dropped back down to my dick and sucked with a renewed vigor, sucking and running her tongue around the head of my dick. I could hold off no longer. I could feel the orgasm begin to build and build; higher and higher I climbed, until I reached the apex of pleasure. My dick began to spew my sperm filled semen into Jilly's mouth. She retreated from my dick, but she kept the head in her mouth, swallowing as I continued to ejaculate into her warm, soft mouth. She continued to suck until I had nothing left to offer her. She had taken all that I could give and had given pleasure like I had never experienced before. I was in heaven. I wanted to remain in heaven. I was not going to lose this angel, my beautiful, loving daughter. As I returned to her luscious vagina and picked up where I had left off, I decided that I would find a way for us to be together forever. I, once again, licked those savory lips. Sticking my tongue onto her vagina. As I slowly made my way up toward her clitoris, I pushed one then two fingers into her tight, wet vagina, plunging then in and out of her. Jilly was mewling and whining, as I increased the pressure on her clit and in her vagina. This expression of pleasure excited me, and in no time, I was once again erect. All of a sudden, Jilly sat up straight, crushing her pelvis into my face. She spun around and lowered her body onto mine. "Oh Daddy! I have to have you in me. I need to have you in me...Please... Please, Daddy, love me," she moaned, as she grabbed my dick and directed it into her sopping love tunnel. I lunged up and forced my dick as far as I could into her vagina. Jilly began to ride me, pounding her hips into mine. Rising up and dropping down on my dick. I answered her movements by bucking up into her, as she dropped. We matched each other's gyrations; dancing to that eternal music of love, passion and lust. The dance that is as old as mankind. Started by our first ancestors and continuing as long as two human beings loved each other and cared about the others pleasure. Our dance went on and on. Moving to music only heard by us. Sometimes in harmony, sometimes in counter-point, but always complementing each other and completing the other. We reached a crescendo of passion and desire, singing out our love and pleasure, as we orgasmed together. Once again, I filled her with my cum, shooting into her, again and again. She fell on top of me, completely spent. I held her in my arms, kissing her and whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Jilly slipped off of me and lay next to me cuddling. In a few minutes, I could hear the regular soft breathing of sleep. Moments later, I followed her into slumber. I awoke to find Jilly holding me. She was weeping. I put my arms around her and held her tight. I knew full well why she was crying. I was scheduled to catch a flight back to Denver at 4:30 pm. Having just discovered the love of my life, I would be leaving her. I didn't want to go. But, I had no choice. I am sure that in some stories I would either give up my job and stay with Jilly, or she would give up teaching and come to Denver with me. As romantic as that sounds, it is not reality. We do what we have to do and make best with the results. I kissed her lips and said, "On Friday night, one of your colleagues told me that you have Spring Break in about four weeks; do you have anything planned?" "Yea, I'm going to lay here in bed and miss you." She sobbed. "No, you're not. The day you get off, you are going to get on a plane and fly to Denver. I will pick you up at the airport and bring you to my place. I had to put up with your co-workers, so I don't see a reason why I can't subject you to mine." I said, with a smile on my face. "You want me to come out to be with you? Oh Daddy, I don't know how I will be able to put up with the wait. But, just knowing what is in store for me in Colorado, I am going to die with anticipation," she said.