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Cheaters Never Prosper

By: craigool



It was winter, and even in Atlanta it gets cold, but my London Fog overcoat cut the chill down quite nicely, thank you. I naively assumed I could just fly up to Boston on business, but I hadn't paid any attention to the weather. They were snowed under, and that meant a week's delay at least, which I confirmed by phone. My wife had already driven off toward home. I could wait another hour for her to make the round trip, or I could take a cab home and surprise her. Since it was on the company, I decided to take the cab, a decision that would change my life.

I walked up to our house, carrying my suitcases, and I saw people in the living room out of the corner of my eye. I stopped to look, tied of carrying my heavy bags, and was shocked so hard I'm sure my heart stopped beating. My lovely, petite blonde wife Jane was completely naked, on her knees, sucking my best friend Jerome's thick dick as he stood above her. Her head bobbed back and forth, all along his length, as his hands guided the back of her head. His head was thrown back, and he gurgled as his hips thrust forward. I could see his balls jump, as he pulsed, spurted, and squirted his jism in her mouth. Jane never let me come in her mouth. "Only whores and sluts do that." It had been hard enough to convince her to go down on me in the first place. Now she was another man's slut, as she did anything he wanted. They were now talking animatedly back and forth. I couldn't hear what they said through the window, and the impact of it all made my knees give out. Luckily, I ended up squatting on one of my bags. I couldn't move. The shock was just too much.

Jerome had Jane got up on the sofa, doggy style, and he started pounding into her tight rear. Her arms gave out, and she buried her tits in the sofa. Her face was turned right towards me, but her face was slack, drool dripping out of her mouth, her eyes closed. Jerome was really putting the boots to her now, fucking her with a ferocity I'd only seen when we played football in high school together. Our builds were pretty-similar, especially where it counted. I noticed that one of Jane's hands was now between her legs, and her slack expression had turned to one of sheer lust as she came, shuddering, shouting "Ah-Ah—Fuck!". Jerome kept pounding into her, and her eyes snapped open, but they were glazed. I don't think she saw me. I was out in the dark after all, and she had other things on her mind and body at the time.

I left the suitcases by the side of the house. I started walking, at first I didn't know where, then with a purpose. I had to tell Charlayne. His wife had to know what I had just seen. I went to their house, right around the corner. The kids were already asleep, and she was knitting quietly in the den. I knocked on the screen door, and she waved me in. "What the hell are you doing here, Carl? I thought they'd banished you to the frozen Northland for a week, at least!"

"Charlayne, you've got. to come with me, right now. Please." I begged her.

"OK, what's the gosh darned hurry?" she got up from her easy chair.

"You need to see for yourself, and there isn't much time! " I told as I grabbed her hand, nearly yanking her arm out of the socket as I flung us out the door. I hurried out of the yard, and she ran to catch up with me as I strode down the street. We got to the house, and sure enough, they were still locked cunt to cock, but the pace was much slower now. Charlayne gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. Then she went berserk, as I pulled her waist, locking my arms around her as I dragged her away from my house. 

"I'm gonna kill that Nigger!" she screamed. "He has no business burying his bone in that white trash slut! Oh my God, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that about Jane! Please, I really didn't..."

"Charlayne, it's OK. She sure is acting like a slut." Through the window, I could see them back in the same position they were when I arrived, as Jane licked her cream and Jerome's jism off his half hard rod. Charlayne sobbed as she watched, and I held her close. Needless to say, Jane would never have licked my dick after I fucked her. I felt Charlayne's devastation at learning about his cheating on her, to see it in black and white, so to speak. I could also feel her soft body pressing against me, her smooth mocha skin peeking out from under her soft, simple cotton print dress. 

"My God, My Lord, I will not let this motherfucker turn my babies into victims of a broken home! How could he do this to me? How could he be stepping out with his best friend's wife? How long has this been going on? Oh..." Her sobs turned into wails, and she hugged me fiercely, wrapping her body around me like a little girl might. As Jerome and Jane padded upstairs, to continue their fuck fest in my own bed, I turned to start to leave. The extra pressure on Charlayne pushed her large, full, soft breasts even deeper into my chest. All of a sudden, she went from being a hurt little girl, into being a sultry, sexy woman. Her entire demeanor changed, as if- she had resolved something. 

"Come back to my house. I've got something you need to see." I walked her back to her house, my arm protectively around her shoulder, and she stepped smartly, so we were at their house in a flash. She went out to the locked cabinet in the garage, and came back with Jerome's brandy snifter. 

"That's mighty kind of you Charlayne, but everybody knows you don't drink. You don't have to get that out on my account.", I noted how kind she was being to me.

"Everybody don't know shit about what I'm gonna do or not do. You drinking with me, boy, or you just gonna stand there and flap them gums?" She poured two drinks, in small tumblers, and drank hers down before my hand had even reached mine. 

"Hoo-EE that burns! Makes me feel hot all over!" Reaching for the zipper of her dress, she slid it down, dropping it at her feet. 

"Charlayne, you don't have to do this..." I started to tell her, but she cut me short.

"Nonsense. I have to do this if I want to keep my family together. I can't just let him do anybody he pleases and not pay for it! Besides, I've always wondered what you'd be like in bed. So I have to do it and I want to do it! If you've got any damn balls or backbone, or whatever you white folk call it, you know you've got to do it too. Kiss me good, and then tell me you don't want to fuck me." She came to me, in just her slip, her full dark lips wet with brandy, and she took her hands, intertwining them with mine, as she took my breath away with her kiss. I too, had fantasies about Charlayne, fantasies I'd never admitted to anyone.

But the reality of her was even hotter than the fantasy. She took my hands, and placed them underneath her slip, sliding them up onto her bare ass cheeks, and pressing them into her flesh. Her large buns were finely muscled, which was a surprise to me. I'd always thought she would be soft like an overstuffed chair down there, as big as her butt seemed to be. Her breasts poked into me, insistent and erotic, as she rubbed herself on me. Her tongue was kissing me like no woman I had ever been with before, laying in wait for me to move, then dancing all around my tongue and thrusting deeply into my mouth. I lost track of time as I explored her body with my hands, and she was making "Mmm-Mmm-Mmm" sounds as I caressed her. 

Her legs enclosed my right leg, and she rubbed her thick thigh against my crotch. Her hands were all over me, playing with my hair, teasing my ears and neck, grabbing my ass (she moaned then), and pulling me even more tightly into her body. Her so full breasts were spilling out the side as her nipples drilled into my chest. I could smell the scent of her arousal, as her wiry bush did a brillo pad impression on my leg. As I started to take off her slip, she said "Not here.", grabbed up her dress, and took me up the stairs to her bedroom. It was frilly, -frufru- lacy, with flowery wallpaper, and dark wood furniture. Their four poster bed had another set of flowers on it, with two simple night tables on either side. She danced into the restroom, and popped back out with a jar of petroleum jelly.

"What's that for?" I asked even though I could guess.

"For later. Now kiss me again, I've cooled down since we came upstairs." I didn't have the nerve to call her a liar, but we both knew that wasn't true. She turned

on the lamp on her night table, as she bent over, I saw her wide rear framing her wiry snatch forest. She was a very hairy woman, she quickly flung herself into my arms, saying "I'm all yours. I'll do anything you want. Even the stuff Jane won't do for you. I'm your slut, from now on." 

I stripped the slip from her, sliding my hands up to her big, heavy breasts. Her nipples were still as hard as drill bits, and I twisted them and tweaked them without mercy. Her kiss was hotter, more insistent, less passive than before. Being an equal opportunity kind of girl, she wrapped her legs around my left leg, but now she was leaving a trail of pussy slime wherever she rubbed. I had to know what she tasted like. I pulled her on the bed, not even bothering to roll the covers back. I rolled until she was on the bottom, nearly smashing my family jewels in the process. I kissed my way down to her breasts, and spent several minutes trying to figure out which one I liked better, then which one turned her on more.

Neither of us seemed able to decide. As I slid down her body, she cried out "Carl, I didn't wash. Nobody's ever done that to me before... "

"Now's a good time to enjoy it. Just relax and if you like what I'm doing, just tell me, OK", I tried to put her at ease, since I was sure her pussy was going to taste just fine.

"OK!" she said, as she took in a gasp of air.

My hands had been exploring her thighs and pubic mound the entire time I had been kissing her breasts. Her wiry hair was wet, and mashed down from all the rubbing she had been doing. It occurred to me that her rubbing herself on my leg was probably all Jerome allowed her to do. Boy, was she in for a surprise! I saw she was milk chocolate on the outside, pink felt inside. She was the softest woman flesh I had ever felt, which reminded me of a creamy strawberry yogurt I once had. Her flavor was strong, very fishy, and I liked it at once. I started very slowly, kissing all around her thighs as I spread her open with my hands. 

"Oh, yeah! Do that.! You're so good. Do me!" With this kind of reaction to my foreplay, I wondered how she would react once I started in licking her clit for real. I started licking up and down her wet slit, and she started going off on me. 

"Oh, honey! Oh, my lord! What are you doing to me? Uh-Uh-Oh." I started zeroing in on her clit, using flat strokes of my tongue, producing long shudders. 

"Oh, (moan) Oh, lick me! Eat me! I-Oh Fuck me! Ungh-Ungh-Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh, damn you, pussy licker! Damn you and fuck you! Make me cum on your face like that! Oh, Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You keep making me cum like that I'm gonna lose my mind. Girl has no damn defense against men like you. Oh-Ungh-Ungh! That' s it! I've got to feel your hot dick inside me!" She sprang like a cat, rolling me over, finding my half hard prick with her hands, and starting in blowing me. She knew just what to do, long sucks as she stroked her mouth up and down the full length of my hardening shaft. I pulled her wet cunt , down on my tongue, and we started really going after each other. Each cum from her made the pressure in my balls so intense I couldn't take it. Finally she came in a series of cums so intense that she was just thrashing around on my cock, like a fish hooked by a dick, as her body's muscles contracted violently. I slammed into a wall of pleasure, as she drank down every drop of my sperm, greedily, wantonly, wickedly refusing to yield a drop of it.

We lay there, convulsing for several minutes, and slowly started building back the pleasure. I had tried to get up, but she had dug her claws into my ass, letting me know very firmly that she wasn't done with me yet. She came another dozen times, from my tongue spelling the alphabet on her clit, and then she rolled off me. She got the jar of lubricant off the night stand, and started greasing up my boner. She even pulled a small dildo out of a drawer, greased it up, and slid it up her ass. It was really strange to have her squatting in front of me, slipping a dildo in her ass, while she squeezed my cock hard as she stroked me. "You've got to be fully hard to fuck 

me in the ass. I've never done this before, but I figure Jerome fucked me in the ass tonight, and Jane sure as hell fucked you in the ass tonight, so you had better fuck me in the ass tonight."

She bent down, her big breasts crushed into the bed, her wide ass in the air, as I speared her. I found the opening to her corn hole, and she said "Easy. Gentle, constant pressure. Once the head gets inside, you can start stroking." I finally popped past the tight ring guarding her butt, and then I was fully in her ass. I started fingering her clit, as I slowly stroked in and out of her. I wanted this to be a joy ride for both of us. She came quickly, and then I fucked her hard for a good thirty minutes. I had plenty of time to think about how unlikely this would have been to me just six hours ago, as I came inside her, shoving my hard boner as far inside her as it would go. Charlayne came once again, as lights pulled up in the driveway. "Jerome! Quick, get your clothes and run out the back door!" she cried out, as I grabbed everything I could think of and ran naked out of her house.

There I was, naked under the back porch light of my neighbors house, cum dripping off my still rock hard prick, my head dizzy and my heart pumping from my run down the stairs. I had quietly let myself out the back as Jerome came in the
front. I heard Charlayne say "I've been waiting for you, playing with myself. Give that big love muscle I need so fucking much..." I wondered if she could taste Jane on his love muscle, or if he had the presence of mind to shower before he came home to her. 

I started to wonder what I should do myself. I truly hoped the neighborhood busy-bodies had already gone to bed. I remembered I was naked, and started getting dressed. I walked six blocks to a little coffee shop, and then got a cab down to the Omni. I took a little suite there, and settled in. I couldn't just show up at work, Jerome worked there too. I couldn't just disappear, because the other company
would be calling to set up another visit. So first thing in the morning, I called Brandy, my administrative assistant, and had her put me down for a week's vacation, make the new appointment, and just answer to everyone who asked "He's
out of town this week." She was real suspicious, but did as I asked. I called Charlayne at home, and she brightly said "Hello. Oh, it's you. How are you, Lover? I've been wanting to talk to you about last night."

"Really? I'm not sure what you mean." I was worried she was having second thoughts, or worse, was going to spill the beans to Jerome - or Jane!

"Oh, you know. We just can't do that anymore. It would be terrible if Jerome or the kids walked in. I can't believe we just did it in my own bed. I can't ever let that happen again." she said in a very stern tone of voice.

"I'm so very sorry you feel that way. I thought we really clicked." I said sadly.

"Honey, we did more than click! That was the Big Bang Boom!" Charlayne laughed full out, like I'd just told the biggest joke ever told.

"So are you sorry you did it?" I was puzzled.

"Hell no! I'd do it again this afternoon if you could get away with it! Suck you and fuck you until you can't walk." she promised in a sultry voice.

"You mean you don't want to stop? I thought you said you couldn't do it anymore..."

"Oh, darlin, have I got you all twisted up or what! I meant never do it here, in my house. Honey, I'll meet you anytime, anywhere, do anything you want. I'm your slut, remember? Just like Jane is his." she hissed at the last part.


"Besides, you're so good at that pussy licking, I could never turn you away. You can take me to your bed any day." Charlayne promised with a grin I could hear over the phone line.

"Well, I've got a room in the Omni, right now." I said breathless with anticipation.


"Honey, just give me the number, and I'll be there before my dog can finish his dinner!" Charlayne said, clearly excited.

"Suite 609." I croaked out.

"I'm gone. Be naked and fully hard when I get there." Charlayne instructed as the phone crashed into the cradle for the handset.

As I waited, I wondered if Jerome and Jane met somewhere for lunchtime quickies when I was in town. I thought about tonight, what Charlayne was going to do, knowing Jerome would be heading back to do Jane again, pleading for Charlayne to understand that he had to work late. I started thinking about what Charlayne would look like, naked, on the open balcony in front of all of Atlanta, being fucked by a white man in broad daylight. I started wondering if last night was just a one time thing, or if she would always be that hot. I didn't have to wonder long, as there was a knock on the door. She came in, clad in only a see through cotton sun dress, with her bright white underwear like a neon sign against her dark skin. 

"Oh, lover, you're so naked and so hard!" she giggled like a schoolgirl.

"Thinking about you, Charlayne." I said without telling her of the fantasy of fucking her in front of God and everybody.

"Call me CeeCee. It's the nickname my first boyfriend gave me." she said as she crossed the room towards me in quick steps.

"OK, CeeCee, I'd like to...Mphm!" CeeCee shut down all debate with a hot kiss that would have knocked my socks off if I had been wearing any.

CeeCee stroked my prick with her bony fingers, urgently and nearly harshly. Her dress was gone in an instant, and her soft breasts released from their imprisonment a mere moment latter. I slid my hands into her panties, to find a mush of wet goo, her cunt lips fully open. Her nipples were as hard as nails, not even rubbery, as she pulled from our kiss to say "I've been thinking about you all day, dreaming that you'd call, praying that last night wasn't just a one time thing. I've been so hot thinking about what we did, about almost getting caught, about what I would feel like to just have one day or night per week when I knew I would see you and make love to you. I don't care if sex is all we have. With you, lover, it's enough." 

With that she pushed me down on the bed, and started in nibbling, nipping, and sucking on my rigid rod. I pulled her over me, my tongue deep into her quivering tunnel of love, spooning out every drop of her liquid excitement. Her flavor was not as strong as last night, but I felt like I'd been given a fresh lobster plate, that I could eat my fill from, over and over again, and never get full, never get tired of lobster. She was even more responsive today than she was last night, and she was pulsing in orgasm moments after I started licking her clit. I slid three fingers inside her, rubbing the little nubbin on the front wall of her cunt, and CeeCee went crazy. She thrashed, moaned, dug her nails into my ass, and drove my cock to the bottom of her throat as she screamed around it. My balls were bursting, and she starting licking the head of my cock just in time for it to start bombing her gullet with baby making juice. She screamed around my prick again as she shook, convulsing in the most intense orgasm I've ever seen. It went on and on, as I kept licking her, and stroking her G-spot. I pulled off of her, the feeling of being in her mouth just too intense after I'd just cum. 

She started pleading with me "Fuck me, honey. Fuck my pussy. I know I'm probbily not as tight as you're used to, but I'll give you a real good and comfy ride, I promise. Just fuck me honey, until I have to go home!"


Cheaters Never Prosper



"You know I can't deny your loving requests. I've been tortured by the fact I didn't get to sample your sweet pussy with my cock like I got to with my tongue. " I teased.

"Don't wait, Honey! Stick your dick in me NOW!" I was glad she was easy to get into, because my half hard cock wouldn't have had a ghost of a chance getting in Jane like that, but I slid right into CeeCee, and she clamped her sugar walls down on me, and we were off to the races. I made a good first few laps, and I fucked her for all I was worth. She was in that same face down, ass up position I had first seen Jane use, as she teased her clit into a few comes. Then I slid down beside her, in the spoon position, as I took over fingering her twat, while I kissed her, and fucked her with tender strokes, slow and deep. CeeCee instantly responded, I never dreamed that someone could stay that hot for that long. It was like we came to a boil, then simmered all afternoon, something like "fuck soup". I came in her three times, once while she was trying to clean up in the shower to go home. We couldn't keep our hands off of each other.

Every day that week was the same way. Every afternoon, CeeCee would come over and blow me away, ride my tongue to the stars, and make fuck soup all afternoon. Friday afternoon was bittersweet, because we knew our special week was over. The night before must have been the same way for Jerome and Jane, because they did a true sexual Olympics downstairs on our couch. I had always wondered why Jane insisted on having a cover for the couch. As I saw her wet pussy stains, jism and all leaking out of her, I knew why. Charlayne had brought a camera, and we took two whole rolls of film. She said she knew where to get them developed, confidentially. Jane greeted me at the airport, the happy wife, eager to see her lover again. She was dressed in her best black dress, her long blonde hair down on her shoulders. After we got in the car, I slipped my hand down her panties, fingering

her dry, tight slit. 

"Carl! You can wait till we get home and do me properly, with respect!" Flipping her hair, she started the engine, and drove us home. Little beyond social chatter broke the chill in the car on the way home. 

"We're going to dinner at Jerome and Charlayne's tomorrow night. If you want to, I can cancel?" Jane offered, no doubt to avoid an awkward situation for herself.

"No, Jane, there is nothing I'd like better than to see us all four together, eating and enjoying each other." I said with a bit of righteous indignation she didn't catch.

Saturday night, we all had a righteous fried chicken dinner, the kind only CeeCee could make. I couldn't help noticing the looks, between Jerome and Jane, between myself and CeeCee. How had we missed them before? CeeCee took me upstairs, and gave me my set of the pictures. They were very hot pictures, and I was unable to stop rubbing my cock against her ass as she leafed through them. She turned to say something, and our lips met, and we needed every fiber of our beings not to drop our clothes and feast on each other that very second. 

"Remember what you promised me. Tonight." CeeCee demanded sternly.

"Yes, CeeCee, we'll give them our ultimatum tonight." I'd had that conclusion hammered home last night by Jane's behavior in bed, fifteen minutes of licking her, with the lights off as always, until she reached the one cum she allowed herself, then straight missionary sex until I came. No wonder she had gone off the deep end! I couldn't stand it anymore. I was going to have a full, complete, and open sexual relationship with my own wife, if I had anything to say about it.

After the kids were put to bed, for the third time, and we knew they really were asleep, CeeCee said "Get out the brandy! Bring me a deck of cards! It's time for the adults to play!"

Jerome icily said "What the hell's gotten into you? You don't do this shit? What are you trying to pull?" 

She pulled the pictures from under the table, and threw them down. "No, what the hell are YOU trying to pull? You think I wouldn't know you were screwing another woman? Then I find out its OUR BEST FRIEND'S in the Whole Wide World!" Jane went ashen, then beet red. She tried to bolt for the door, but I grabbed her and brought her back to the table. She could only stare at the pictures, in silence. Jerome had folded, down on the table. 

"Honey, please..." he started to beg.

"Honey, MY ASS. You listen, & listen good." CeeCee paused for effect, making the two miscreants lift up their head, hung down in shame, up to look at her.

"We have two good marriages here. We all love each other. The only thing wrong is that we are not giving that love to our spouses the same way we give it to others. From now on, anything goes. Carl and I are not about to wreck our marriages over this. We're not going to ask you two to stop sleeping with each other. We ARE going to ask you to stop pretending about what you DO (pointing to Jane gargling with Jerome's cock squirting cum in her mouth), and DON'T DO, (pointing to Jerome eating out Jane in one of the pictures). Furthermore, we know the two of you can't be trusted. Your sneaking around shows this to be true. So right now, tonight, we are all going to have a little liquor, we're all going to get naked together, and we're all going to watch each other have sex. Since Carl and I are asking you to stay married to us, we expect you to make love to us, the same as you do with anyone else. Carl and I are going to go to bed just as many times as you do. How many is that so far?" CeeCee demanded as Jane blushed and lowered her gaze.

"Just once or twice." Jerome timidly said. 

"THAT'S A GODDAMNED LIE!" CeeCee thundered.

"I've personally watched you fuck her five times this week alone. That' s not counting your long lunches at that hotel across from the office. Now how many times?" CeeCee demanded, as they knew they'd been caught. Jane squirmed in her seat, unable to be there, unable to run, unable to stand the shame of being caught fucking and sucking a black man's cock. She had jungle fever. We all did.

"At least thirty." Jane quietly said, her face red, her eyes puffy from crying.

"Looks like you and I have some catching up to do, Carl!" CeeCee quickly poured the drinks, and Jane finally looked up at me. 

"I couldn't help myself. One time I bumped into Jerome, and our lips met, and I couldn't stop thinking about him for a week, and then you went out of town and he saw me again in the market and..." she stared at her hands like they could tell her why it had happened, turning them over and over.

"I know. It's OK." I said as I hugged her from behind the chair.

"You mean to tell me you forgive me? How the hell can you forgive me for being a total and complete slut, for fucking around on you with your best friend, for spreading my cunt for a black man, for what I've done to you?" Jane was incredulous.

"Because I love you, Jane. I just want us to love as freely and openly as you do with Jerome. I can't say I wasn't mad, wasn't torn up by what you did. You gave yourself permission to do the things you always wanted to do with him. I'm giving you that permission too. With both of us." I tried to let her know it wasn't painless.

"But how can I be a mouther to your children someday? Will you still want a slut for a wife?" she gaped at me, open mouthed in disbelief.

"You know the old saying, an angel in the living room, a whore in the bedroom, that's the perfect wife. Turns out you are one of the hottest women I know. I just want you to be as hot with me, as you are with him." I explained my position.

CeeCee just gave up on the cards, and took us over to our house, while she had her grandmother come and watch the kids. We started in with seducing our lovers, and seeing Jerome strip Jane answered many questions about why she liked it so much. He kissed her, firmly, and his hands darted all over her body to her forbidden areas, and she fell right into her natural rhythm of making love to him. As CeeCee and I slid into our hot sixty nine, Jane was sucking Jerome as she fingered herself. 

CeeCee then had us trade partners, and Jane sucked my cock, stroking the shaft with her hand like she had for Jerome, deep throating me like she had for Jerome, and finally swallowing my load for the very first time. Jerome ate CeeCee out for the very first time, tracing her pink gash with his tongue as she instructed him on how he was going to do it every day for the rest of his life. We traded off, back and forth, and it was hotter than ever before. CeeCee even licked Jerome's cum out of Jane, which had to be my wife's first inter-racial Lez experience. We see them once a month, for "group therapy", and sneak our lovers away once a week. I could have told Jane that being a swinger would be OK. But it took the hard, cold reality of photographic evidence for her to learn that cheaters never prosper.



Cheaters Never Prosper



I was very pleased with myself as I drove from the Long Term Parking Garage at the airport and headed home. I was two days early. I had tried to let Grace, my wife, know but the phone was busy every time I tried to call. She must have been on-line. She spent a lot of time on the computer.

I tried to reach her on the cell phone again and again as I made the almost two hour drive home. Busy, busy, busy. As I entered town I did a double take on a car I saw parked in front of a Motel. It looked like Grace's car. Wow! That was the first car I had ever seen that looked just like her little pink Miata. 

Ten minutes later I pulled up in front of the house and pushed the garage door opener. Her car wasn't in the garage. I went in the house and headed directly for the office. The glow of the computer monitor greeted me. I reached to turn it off. I stopped and sat at the desk. I looked at the screen saver and reached out with one finger and hit a key. The screen changed to a chat room page. 

The page was filled with a conversation between Grace and someone referred to as ST. I could not believe what I read. It was hot sexy stuff. It soon became evident that Grace had been having an affair with him for some time. In the last entry he told her he was real hot and needed to screw her, could she meet him at the usual place to spend the night. She replied, 'yes, yes, yes.'

I sat there in total shock. I couldn't think. I left the computer on and went back to my car. I closed the garage door and headed back towards the Motel where I had seen her car. It was still there. I found a place to park across the street where I could watch her car. As I waited I called my best friend who was also my attorney. His secretary told me he was out of the office and she would have him call me. Then it struck me like a shot to the head. His name was Sam Thurston. ST. I looked across the street and recognized his car parked next to her Miata.

I sat and tried to figure what to do. Confront them? Leave and act like I knew nothing. Sam knew all my business dealings. With his help she could pluck me like a chicken. Play it cool, I thought. I needed help, I racked my brain, where could I turn. Then I had it! I grabbed my brief case and got out my address book. I looked up an old friend. He answered the phone.

"Jack, this is Phil, how are you?"

"Hey, I am fine, where are you, still on the west coast?"

"No, I am back home, well almost home. I need your help and advise desperately. Can I come and talk with you?"

"Sure come on over I'll be looking for you."

"I'll see you in about an hour." I had plenty of time to think as I drove the fifty some miles to his office. His receptionist greeted me and said he was waiting in his office. 

I knocked and opened the door and went in. We hugged and shook hands. He led me to a couple of easy chairs and asked how he could help me. 

I told him what I had discovered on my return home. I explained to him my worries about Sam being my attorney and doing so much work for my company. He looked at me and said nothing. He picked up the phone beside him. "Will you please see if Steve and Betty can come in here." He looked at me and said, "I want these guys to hear this too."

There was a light tap on the door and it opened. A very attractive woman entered followed by a tall thin man. They sat in the other two chairs and listened to my story. She took notes and asked a few questions.

I told them that I had been away a lot lately on business. I was working on getting contracts to build aircraft parts for a very big company on the west coast. The initial bid had been on contracts worth over a million dollars. I won that bid. I was then asked if I were interested in bidding on another job. I had looked it over. It was ideal for my company, we already had the equipment and tools needed to do the job. Also I had found an error in their math which would make the job much easier. I had disclosed this to no one. The second job would be for 200 million dollars with a ten percent profit in it for me. They had accepted my bid. They would not announce the bid results until the following month.

"I really do not want either of them to get one cent of that money. Can your people handle the legal on the contracts and the divorce and keep her from taking me to the cleaners?"

"Phil, you are in good hands. Steve is our Corporate Attorney and Betty handles our domestic cases. I am sure they have lots of questions for you."

Betty smiled at me, "Mr. Burke, I believe you said you are not due home until day after tomorrow. Is that correct?"

"Yes, I was due home Friday."

"If necessary could you delay your return another day or so?"

"Sure, no problem."

Betty looked at me, "This can be really dirty if you want it that way, or we may be able to negotiate the whole thing very quietly. The more ammunition we have the better. I have a very, very good detective who works for me. If you approve it and sign the appropriate releases he can retrieve all the information from your computer. We may be able to obtain video evidence of her infidelity. Would that bother you."

"Listen, I feel betrayed and angered by what they have done, gather the evidence. If they are seriously in love with each other we can deal with it one way, if it is just sex play, that is something else. I don't know which is worse. How they handle it when I come back will tell me a lot. If they confess to me before they find out I know anything, I might have a little mercy. I am not inclined that way right now, however. Get everything you can, I would love to know how long this has been going on. I want to know if he is the only one. All that good stuff."

She said, "That sounds reasonable, stay in close touch. I will call my guy and see what he needs and when he can meet with you. If we can get her out of your house for a couple of hours he can do a whole bunch of things. His office may be possible too. We will see. It will not be cheap."

I grinned at her, "Just do it, it will be worth it."

She got up and left the room. I was really sorry to see her go. Jack grinned at me, "She is something isn't she. She is my ex-daughter. She caught my boy cheating on her. She will help you."

Steve and I sat and talked for an hour, he had some damned good ideas. There was not a lot we could do until the detective got us something to work with. Steve left and Jack asked me to spend the night with him. I couldn't refuse. We had a nice dinner at his place, his wife Angel was terrific, very supportive and caring. I had only met her twice before.

After dinner we sat and talked of old times when he was my boss. He commanded the Navy Seal detachment I was assigned to as a young officer. We had a number of wild adventures together. He was a fearless leader. I didn't sleep well that night. I kept seeing my wife fucking my best friend. Doesn't make for a good nights sleep.

Angel fixed a nice breakfast for us in the morning and I followed Jack to his office. Betty was waiting for us with a nice looking young man. He was the detective, Tom Greer. I signed some papers for him and told him every thing I knew about my wife and Sam. He asked me to call Grace and tell her I was going to have to stay a couple of days longer than I had expected. The main thing was to find out where Grace was going to be for the next few hours. I called and talked to her and she said she was just leaving to play tennis. Then she was going to lunch and then she was going to do some shopping. "Great," said Tom, "lets get going." Betty looked at me, "I heard you say you loved her, she didn't say that to you, does she usually do that?"

"Yeah, she used to. I can't say when she stopped saying that."

"I'll be here when you guys get back or I will be at Jack's."

"We will see you later."

Tom was very good, He installed three video cameras and copied every thing from our computer. He bugged my phones and hid a recorder and transmitter in the brush behind my house. 

I showed him the way to Sam Thurston's office. I waited a few blocks away while he somehow bugged Sam's phone and office. When he called on his walkie- talkie I picked him up around the corner. I asked how in the world he was able to get in his office to plant a bug. He grinned and said it only took a second to do it. He said he asked the secretary if her boss was in, and when she said no, he said he didn't believe her, and barged right in. He just needed to get in the door and turned and came back out. She was dialing the police when he told her he was leaving and that he would be back to see Mr. Cooper in the morning with his own attorney. The secretary said, "Wait, this is Mr. Thurston's Office, Cooper is next door."

He apologized and left.

As we drove back, Tom looked over at me, "Don't do anything to hurt Betty. She is a special person."

"I am not going to ever hurt her. I am a married man, I will try and see her when I am free. I have never been so attracted to any woman in my whole life." 

"Hey, anyone who sees the two of you look at each other can tell it is going to happen." 

"You have got to be kidding me! She is strictly business."

"Listen, she is just as hot for you as you are for her. I have known her for five years. I have never seen her react to any other man like she does to you. You are a damned lucky guy."

We got back to her office and I helped him carry several large cases into Betty's office where he connected some cables to her computer. There was a little control box he showed us how to operate. As he was talking a little green light came on. He flipped a switch and the screen on Betty's computer went from the screen saver to a picture of Grace walking through the living room. She disappeared and the picture changed to one of our bedroom. She sat on the bed and kicked off her shoes. She picked up the phone and hit a speed dial number.

"Hi Sugar, what are you up to?"

A pause.

"When did he check out?"

Pause. 

"He could be back in town. Do you think he knows?"

Pause.

"Right if he hasn't suspected anything in three years, he is not likely to now. Let me call on his cell phone and see if I can get him. I'll call you back. Bye, Sweetie."

She pushed a couple of buttons and my cell phone rang. 

Betty held her hand up flat so I let it ring. It rang twice more and she nodded for me to answer it. 

I put it on speaker and answered. "Hello, is that you Grace?"

"Who were you expecting? Paris Hilton?"

"Yeah! She keeps pestering me. Calls all the time. How are you?"

"Fine, when can I expect you home so I can make reservations somewhere nice for dinner?"

"Well it looks like it will be Friday at the earliest before I can wrap things up here."

As I was talking Betty said loudly, "Come on big guy, let's party."

Grace said, "Who was that? Who are you with? Where are you?"

"I am at the plant, you heard some of the secretaries talking to each other. I moved to a motel to be closer to the plant. Saves me lots of time."

"What is the number at the motel?"

"I'll have to call you with it when I get back there. OK?"

"OK, what's that music I hear?"

"OH, it's break time and they play it on the speakers. I'll call ya later. Bye."

"Bye."

I clicked off. 

We watched Grace sit and think. She stood and pulled off her blouse and jeans. She removed her bra and panties and flopped back on the bed. She picked up the phone again.

"Hey Sammy, He is still out on the coast. I think the bastard is cheating on me. He was with some bimbo who kept wanting to party."

Pause.

"Yeah, I'd love to catch him too! Don't know how though.

When are you coming over. I am tired of Motels. I like my own bed. I'll leave the garage door open. Just drive right in. OK?"

Pause.

"Bye, I'll be waiting."

She got off the bed and headed for the bathroom. She returned in about five minutes and went to her dresser and removed some clothes and put them on the bed. She stood in front of the wall mirror and put dark pink lipstick on her nipples and areolas then rubbed it in. She put a foot on the chair and spread her legs and put some of the pink on her pussy lips. She rubbed that in too. She got some cologne and dabbed some behind her ears and between her breasts. She went to the bed and got a garter belt and black hose and put them on. She went in the closet and came out wearing very high heeled shoes. She posed in front of the mirror. She held out her breasts and turned an looked at her self from various sides. Then she stepped into some sheer black panties and looked at herself again. She went to her dresser and came back with a black bra. It was a sheer ¼ cup bra that pushed her breasts up and left the nipples exposed. She looked at herself again and smiled. She picked up a transparent negligee and put it on. More posing. She wore her hair short so she just brushed it out and patted it in place. One last check in the mirror and she walked out of sight. The screen went black. It came back on with a view of the living room. She went to the wet bar and made two drinks. She put them both on the coffee table and went to the kitchen and we heard the garage door open. She returned with a silver bowl full of nuts that she also put on the coffee table.

I looked around the office. Betty looked up at me and said, "She is really beautiful, isn't she?"

I had to agree.

Jack had joined us too. He just said, "Damn."

We heard the garage door close and a man entered the room. It was Sam. Grace jumped up and ran to him. He kissed her for a long time. Then he held her at arm length and told her how gorgeous she was. They kissed again before they sat down. He sipped his drink then leaned over and pulled the negligee aside and kissed and sucked on her nipple. I got up and walked over to the window and looked out. I heard Sam say, "So you think ol' Philip is shacking up out there do you?"

"It sure sounded that way."

"Well he always bragged to me about how much pussy he got when he was out of town."

"He did? That just doesn't sound like him. I never knew him to brag about anything."

"Not to you but he did to me, his old buddy."

I turned and said, "Not true, never happened."

Betty walked over to me and put a tiny hanky to my eyes to wipe away the tears. I put my head down on her shoulder and cried like a baby. She held me and patted my back. Finally I stood and said, "Well, I think I got that out of my system, thank you, very, very much for being there for me." Betty said, "No problem, my shoulder is available to you any time. I think we all need a good stiff drink."

I looked back at the screen to see Sam carrying my wife toward the bedroom. I had to turn away again. Jack said, "You don't have to watch this. Betty needs to listen for other things we would like to have on tape. Let's you and I take a walk."

I glanced at the screen and saw Grace's mouth around his penis. I walked out the door.

Betty came out and joined us. She gave me small sad smile. I smiled back. She said, "I know exactly how you feel. I caught my husband in bed with my best friend."

I looked at her. "He was crazy."

"Thank you, I know it doesn't make you feel any better, But I do share your feelings."

"Oh yes it does, it shows I am not the only stupid fool in the world. Actually, I guess there are vast legions of us.

Sex is a very powerful drive. I guess the shrinks would say it was our fault because we didn't satisfy their needs. I sure tried, I thought I gave her everything she wanted. All she had to do was ask if I didn't know what she wanted. I guess I should have known she wasn't happy. I thought she was. She never once dressed for me like she did for him."

"I did all that and more and my husband still cheated on me."

"You dressed up like that?"

"I sure did, I don't know if I looked that good, but I tried. I dressed as a slut, as a school girl or anything else he wanted. I tried to fulfill his every fantasy. I have to confess I enjoyed it. I loved trying to please him." 

I saw a tear in her eye. I reached for her hand. "It still hurts doesn't it?"

"Yes it does. Neither of us will ever forget what was done to us. Our worlds were shattered. How can you forget that?" 

I stopped and looked at her, still holding her hand. I raised it slowly to my lips and kissed it softly. "Maybe a person can find another love to ease the hurt."

"I hope and pray a person can do that. I know we both have a lot of love left to give the right person. I am just afraid of being hurt again."

"I know. It leaves you vulnerable again, but I am sure that the right person can cure my pain. I have to believe that or life is pointless."

"You are right. I feel the same way. I am still looking."

"Please wait for me. I will conquer this hurt and be a new man soon. I want to know you better. I am attracted to you more than I have ever been to any other woman. Including that one." I jerked a finger toward the office.

"I feel the same way about you. I will wait as long as it takes."

I pulled her to me and very gently kissed her sweet lips. God! Where did that come from, I got an instant erection. I pulled away and turned from her. I heard her sob and she had her hands over her face. "What did I do? Do I taste bad. What happened?"

I took her hands. "Sweet girl, nothing is wrong with you. It is me. I didn't want to scare you."

She looked at me, "What do you mean?"

"Baby Girl, when I kissed you I got an instant erection. That has never ever happened before. I felt no stirring in my loins, no tingle, just zap, instant hard on. It startled me and I didn't want to scare you."

"Am I wrong or is he still hard?"

"Yes he is. I can't walk. Let's sit on this bench. Please don't be frightened."

She grinned at me, "I have to confess, when you kissed me my juices started flowing and my panties are soaked."

We sat and grinned at each other. 

I said, "Let's get this damned divorce over with. I won't kiss or touch you until then."

"Don't wish for what you may not want. If I put all my efforts behind it, it could happen very fast." 

I looked in her eyes. "Please hurry."

The next day Betty asked me to come to her office. When I got there she told me she had some tapes I should see. She sat me down and told me that this was going to be rough. She flipped a switch. The screen showed Grace sitting on our bed. Four black guys with huge dicks surrounded her. She grabbed one penis and pulled the man closer and stuffed it in her mouth. She took two more in her hands and alternated sucking on them. I turned and walked away. Betty turned it off. She flipped another switch and the screen showed Grace and Sam lying in my bed talking. He told her to take me to the cleaners. He told her he would handle a divorce for her for ¼ of the money. She said she would think about it. She said she was happy the way things were now. She had all the free time in the world and could fuck whoever she wanted, she lived in a nice house, had a new car and all she had to do was fuck Phil once or twice a month.

"She has it made." said Betty, "She doesn't want a divorce."

I said, "I have news for her, I desperately want to be free of that back stabbing slut. I don't want her to get a penny. I know that is probably not possible but please try."

Three weeks later I watched a meeting between Betty and Grace on a monitor.. Betty had told her she had papers for her to sign and that it was in her best interest to be there. Betty showed her selected parts of the tapes she had. She said, "You have two choices, You can sign these papers which give you ½ of the proceeds from the sale of the house and your car paid in full plus $50,000 in cash as a settlement for a divorce.

The other option is you go to court for a jury trial and see what you get. We have fifteen hours of these videos. What do you want to do. I need an answer by noon tomorrow." Grace got up and left the office without saying a word. 




Cheaters Never Prosper



Betty, Jack and I sat and talked. We were waiting to see what would happen. The first reaction was from the bug in Sam's office when Grace stormed in and asked him what she was supposed to do now. He said he couldn't help her, he was in a world of trouble himself. He was facing disbarment proceedings for violating numerous ethics codes. He had just been informed that he no longer represented me or my company. He screamed, "That is a quarter of a million a year down the drain." They yelled and screamed at each other for a half an hour until he threw her out of his office saying he never wanted to see her again.

I looked at Jack and Betty, "I guess I should be happy but I am just sad. That they are badly hurt doesn't help a bit. I just want it over with. I need to get on with my life."

I looked at Jack. "Dear friend find me a good sized piece of rural property near here. Some place good to raise kids. Lots of kids. Do you know a nice gal who might be interested to raising a bunch of kids with me?"

Jack grinned, "I may have someone in mind." He turned and looked at Betty. "Are you available?"

"Hell yes! Let me get this over with and I'll drag his ass to a preacher so fast your head will spin. Happens I love him."

"I warn you right now before it is too late. When I have to go to the west coast on business, you go too." 

She grinned at me. "I don't know, they say variety is the spice of life."

"Just let me know, that game should be played for both of us." I felt a chill run down my spine. "I don't want to play. If you want anything but a strictly monogamous marriage you have the wrong guy."

"No, I don't have the wrong guy. I will be your only playmate. And don't forget it."

The next morning Grace was there to sign the papers. I was not present. After she signed everything Grace looked at Betty, "Are you married, you don't wear a ring?"

"No, I am single."

"Let me give you a little advise. Grab Phil and marry him. He was the best husband a woman could possibly have. I still love him, but I need other men too! I am damned to live in hell. Good bye. Remember, don't let him get away."

That night I took the whole gang out to celebrate. Betty had told us she would hand walk my papers through the courthouse and with any luck I should be a free man tomorrow afternoon. After dinner Betty and I went to several clubs for dancing. So many guys kept asking her to dance, I was not a real happy camper. I didn't want to act like the jealous fool I was. I suggested we go elsewhere for some country music. The next place was worse. Betty said, "Let's get out of here and go to your place. I am danced out and I think I only danced with you four times all night."

"Gee! I'm not tired at all."

"Of course not, you just sat and watched. I know because I never took my eyes off of you. I was afraid you would dance with someone else. Then that slinky blond grabbed you and I couldn't stand it. Let's get out of here, she is looking this way." 

"Oh really! Where is she?"

"Come on, before I have to scratch her eyes out."

We went to the hotel suite I was renting. This was her first time there. I could not believe how much nicer the place became when she walked in. How could that tiny girl make everything seen so much brighter and yet cozier. She was still wearing her business suit and I helped her take off the jacket. We sat on the couch and talked. I asked if she would like a drink, saying I only had rum. She said she would love a light drink. I fixed us both light drinks of spiced rum with a twist of lime and soda water. She liked it.

I told her I needed to learn lots of things about her.

Her dress and bra sizes, her ring size, and how tall she was and how much she weighed. All that good stuff.

She giggled, "Are you writing a book?"

"Maybe, but in my wanderings I see things I think you would love and I would love to get them for you but I am like most guys at guessing sizes. Terrible."

"Well I am almost five feet tall, and I weigh almost a hundred pounds. Mostly I wear a 3 or small size dress. Thirty four D bra. Hell, just take me everywhere with you."

I kissed her softly. She pulled me to her and slipped her tongue between my lips and my shaft turned to solid steel. Damn she could turn me on. I felt her little hand feel him through my slacks. I cupped her breasts through her blouse. Her hand stroked the length of him and drove me wild. I ran my hand over her sleek nylon hose until I reached the silky smoothness of the tender flesh above them. She sucked in a large breath and her legs parted for my hand. I felt the dampness of her panties. I pulled my hand away and stood up and lifted her in my arms and carried her to the bed.

She smiled and said, "I think it is time for this! I need you right now or I'll die."

She unbuttoned her blouse and threw it to a chair. I almost ripped my shirt off and pulled off my slacks and boxers at the same time. She stood and took off her bra and panties and kicked off her shoes. She stood and looked at me. She was beautiful, gorgeous. She held her arms out to me. I held her tight and kissed her passionately. We fell on the bed together. I moved her to the middle of the bed and moved to where I could see her body and kiss it. I started with her lips and she returned my kisses with ardor. I kissed her eyes and cheeks. I kissed her neck and nibbled at her little ears. I slipped down to caress her beautiful breasts. They were perfect, absolutely perfect. I brushed my lips across them and then licked and sucked on the erect nipples. They were like soft rubbery pencil erasers. I sucked one in my mouth and lifted it upward until the skin stretched upward in a cone shape then I released the suction and watched it return to it's lovely shape. Betty was making a low growling or purring sound. She placed her hand lightly on my head and guided my mouth to her other breast. "Do this one now." she whispered. I obliged and sucked the sweet breast into a cone by lifting the nipple. She smiled with her eyes half closed. I was so turned on by all this contact with her lovely sweet body I was about to cum. I whispered my problem to her and she pulled my head up for a kiss. She said, "I want him inside me right now, I need to feel you cum inside me. Please cum soon, I can't believe I am havinggg aggh orgasssms allll theee time. Oh! My God! vbhhhh! Urrrrrrrrrrrrr!I felt her trembling and shaking as my own climax neared. Soon we were pounding against each other. God it was fantastic. I felt her stiffen as I went rigid while my sperm pumped into her, blast after blast until I was dry. I rolled beside her and held her close to me and kissed her lips gently. She was still trembling slightly. She sighed and opened her eyes with a dazzling smile. "It was wonderful, better than I hade envisioned in my dreams, I loved it."

"You have to be kidding, I never really got started before I came. You just turn me on so much I can't control myself like I always do. I usually last twice that long. You feel so good, damned but I love the way you feel. I desperately wanted to please you and I didn't even get to kiss and lick your sweet pussy."

She pulled back and looked at me, "You do that?"

"Sure, give me a few minutes and I'll show you some real loving."

"I loved every thing you just did. I have never cum like that in my whole life. I had my first continuous orgasm. Wow! What a sensation. I had heard girls talk about it but I didn't believe them. All I can say is WOW! I wanted to scream for joy, but I didn't dare. Let me get these stockings and garter belt off and we can snuggle under the covers for a while. I love to feel you against me and it is so dreamy when you touch my breasts, I love it." 



Cheaters Never Prosper



As I lock the door behind the last customer, I sigh; thankful that the day was finally over, and I still have a job. I'm sure if either of my bosses had been there that day, I wouldn't still be here, but seeing as I was the one in charge today, I feel safe for the moment.

No one had escaped my wrath today, as both customers, and employees alike had felt the sharpness of my tongue. If I could just get through the cleanup, and closing without completely losing it, I was pretty sure I would still have a job tomorrow.

Luckily, the three remaining employees were not inclined to test me anymore, and were all busy with their tasks.

I walk over and close the registers, counting out the deposit, and placing it in the safe. By the time I'm done, everyone has finished, and is waiting quietly for me to let them out.

Being Sunday, I need to stay a bit longer and send in the payroll and weekly sales figures, and am going to need someone to stay behind. They all know this, and are looking at each other to see if anyone will volunteer. Before I can open my mouth, Kimberly says, "I'll stay, with Chris; you guys go ahead."

The others visibly sigh, and move out of the way so that I can unlock the door, and let them out. Once they are out, I lock up again, and head upstairs.

There is no reason for Kimberly to follow me, the company policy only requires there to always be at least two people in the store at all times, but she does. I'm not sure if I'm glad or not that she volunteered to stay.

On one hand, she is the one person that I normally got along with the best, and she had noticed my bad attitude before anyone else, giving me plenty of space, and trying her best not to upset me.

On the other hand, she is a woman; and right now, I'm not really endeared to the gender. Why? Well the reason is also the explanation for my bad attitude.

The previous night, I had found out that my girlfriend of three years had cheated on me; again. I say again, because she had already cheated on me two years earlier, and I had forgiven her then. What made this time worse was that it hadn't been a onetime thing like the previous time; she had been cheating on me for three months.

She had broken down in tears, and begged me to forgive her, and give her another chance. She had played me pretty good, and almost had me; until, in her sob filled apology, she had said that she had cheated because I hadn't been paying attention to her. It was at that point that I had nearly lost it.

I spent almost every waking hour with her, doing whatever she wanted; at the expense of my own interests, and friendships. The only time I hadn't been with her, had been when I had been working, or at home sleeping.

But rather than explode, and scream, I had silently left her there, crying; without telling her if I forgave her or not.

So here I am, alone with a woman, seething with anger at the entire gender for being able to hurt me like they have, and trying not to explode and lose my job.

I try to ignore her, as she watches me silently. I know that she knows something is wrong, and that she is trying to find a way to start a conversation. I send in the payroll and weekly sales figures, without a peep from Kimberly, but she decides that now that that is done, it would be a good time to talk.

"So, are you going to tell me what's bothering you? Or do I have to start guessing?" She says.

"I don't want to talk about it." I reply, turning around from my desk, to see her sitting on the conference table in the middle of the room.

"Well, that's evident." She says. "But I think after the way you were acting today, that you at least owe me an explanation."

"No. I don't." I say, standing up, and walking over to stand in front of her.

"Chris...I thought we were friends." She says, dropping her head. "Maybe I was wrong."

*Why are women so good at manipulating me?* I think. "You weren't wrong, Kim; we are friends." I reply, my voice softening a bit. "I just don't feel like talking."

She looks back up at me, and says, "I didn't feel like talking about what happened with Mike, a few weeks ago, but you wouldn't give up until I did; and I felt better afterwards."

That little reminder is all it takes to break through to me, and I find myself wanting to talk all of a sudden. After all, it had been almost a month since she had come in for a night shift, looking like she had been crying, and I had gotten her to talk about what was bothering her. It turned out to be that her boyfriend of one year, Mike, had cheated on her with one of her friends. If anyone could relate to what I was going through, it was Kimberly.

I sigh, and say, "Mindy's been cheating on me."

"Oh. I thought it might have something to do with her." She replies.

"Yeah; she told me last night." I say, turning to lean against the table next to her. "Well, it's more like, I found out, and she confessed."

"I'm sorry to hear that." She says, brushing her hand across the back of mine. "I know how it feels."

We sit there is silence for a few minutes, before I say, "I should have seen it coming, though; I mean she cheated on me two years ago."

"Really?" Kimberly asks. "And you took her back?"

"Yeah." I say, with a harsh laugh. "And that's not all. It turns out that when we started dating; I was actually the other man, and didn't know it until last night."

"You're kidding me?"

"Nope. She was cheating on her boyfriend with me, and broke up with him after we had been going out for about a month. I didn't know at the time, because our relationship was relatively new, and we weren't seeing each other that often, yet." I reply.

"Whoa."

"Yeah; whoa."

"Are you two still together?" She asks, tilting her head to try and look me in the eye.

"I don't know." I reply. "She was begging me to forgive her, and give her another chance, and I just walked out, without saying a word."

"Well, that explains why you've been so short with everyone today; you need to vent."

"I guess." I say, and then turn my head to face her. "I'm sorry, by the way; it's no excuse for the way I acted today."

She leans over and bumps my shoulder with her own. "Ah, just buy the coffee and muffins tomorrow, and all will be forgiven."

Silence envelopes the room again, until Kimberly says, "You never really answered my question; are you two still together? Are you going to forgive her and take her back?"

I stand back up, and start to pace. "I don't know; I'm just so angry. I mean, I love her, but I hate her; you know what I mean?"

"Yeah." She replies, and I can hear the sorrow in her voice. She had decided not to forgive Mike, and had broken it off.

I stop, turn to face her, and say, "Sorry; I should stop talking about this. I don't mean to upset you."

She laughs. "Stop apologizing; talking is good. If you hadn't forced me to talk about Mike, I would probably have had a break down; and I would definitely not have found the strength to kick his ass to the curb."

"Is that what you think I should do?" I ask.

She gets serious again. "Please don't ask me what you should do; I don't want you to hold it against me if you end up regretting it."

"Okay, I won't; but, maybe we can talk about my options, and you can help me make sense of them?"

She pats the spot on the table next to her, and says, "Okay."

 "I do my best thinking while in motion." I say, as I start pacing. "Besides, I'm too riled up to sit still right now."

We spend the next forty-five minutes talking about my options, and my feelings; I call the alarm company to tell them that I will be staying late tonight.

Eventually, I calm down enough to sit down next to Kimberly again. It's at this point, that the conversation takes a weird twist.

"What about getting revenge?" She asks.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"I mean, what about cheating on her? You know, make her feel what you feel." She says.

"I don't think it would affect her the same way it affects me." I reply. "Besides, I don't think I could do it."

She bumps my shoulder again, "Oh, don't think you can get it up, hunh?"

"What?" I ask, turning to see her laughing. "Oh, I could get it up; don't you worry about that."

"Why would I need to worry about it?" She asks, with a smile.

I realize that she's playing with my words, but I still start to feel hot. I reach up and loosen my tie.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" She asks, still with the smile on her face.

"Yes...I mean no...I mean, I didn't mean to suggest..." I stutter, as I stand up.

"Suggest what?" She asks. "Suggest that I might need to worry about your ability to get an erection?"

"Ah, yeah." I loosen my tie a little more.

She takes my hand, and pulls me around, until I am standing right in front of her. I can't help but notice that she has her legs spread apart, and that her inner thighs are pressing against the outsides of my legs. "Aren't you angry at her?" She asks.

"Ah, yeah." I reply, watching as she places the hand that she is holding on her thigh, and reaches up to fiddle with my tie.

"And don't you think that, just maybe, it would feel good to get a little revenge."

"Maybe." I croak out through a dry mouth.

"Well, maybe you should give in? Stop being the good guy, and let yourself be the bad boy for once." She looks at me with those beautiful green eyes, and the final thread that is holding me back, snaps.

I don't know why I do it, but I reach around her with my free hand and pull her towards me, planting a kiss on her lips; she kisses back.

She slides my jacket off my shoulders, and lets it fall to the floor. As she tries to undo my tie, I break the kiss, and yank it off; tossing it across the room, before kissing her again. We both start to unbutton each other's shirts; I finish unbuttoning hers first, and peel it off of her, slowly, letting my hands run over her silky smooth skin. She's either not as skilled as I am at unbuttoning shirts without looking, or not as motivated as me to make quick work of it; so I remove her hands and rip open my shirt, sending the remaining 3 buttons flying.

My display must have let her know just how much I want this, because she doesn't hesitate to unbuckle my belt, unzip my pants, reach into my underwear, and grasp my cock. I moan into her mouth when I feel her tiny hand make contact, and it's at this moment that I realize how small she is.

I'm six feet tall, and about average size. Mindy is about five-ten, and well proportioned; but Kimberly, is only five-two, and petite.

"Don't hold back." She whispers.

I grab her behind the knees and pull her towards me, and then I give her another yank, causing her to fall backwards and release my cock. I slide my hands up her thighs and under her skirt, and find out that she has on pantyhose over her panties. Afraid that I might come to my senses, and stop if I take too long; I grab both the pantyhose and the panties, and pull them up her legs. The left leg pulls up faster, and snags on her shoe; so I stop and pull off her shoe, before removing the pantyhose and panties from her left leg, leaving them hanging from her right calf.

She wiggles, and pulls her skirt up under her, exposing her completely shaven pussy to me; something I have never had the opportunity to experience before now.

I pull out my cock, and position myself, but stop. "Wait a second; condom." I say, bending down to retrieve my coat, which has my wallet, containing a condom in it.

"You have one on you?" She asks, lifting herself up on her elbows.

"Always." I reply, pulling out the condom.

"You mean to tell me, that after three years, she still makes you wear a condom?"

I stop just as I'm about to tear open the pack, and look at her. "Yeah."

"Every time?"

"Yeah."

She gives me a wicked smile, and says, "Forget the condom; I want you to feel it without one."

"But..." I start to say.

"I'm on the pill; but just try and pull out in time." She says, lying back down.

Not needing any more motivation than that, I drop the condom on top of my jacket, and position myself again. I gently rub the tip of my cock up and down her pussy, getting it wet, before slowly plunging it into her. She is so tight, that I'm afraid that I'm going to hurt her, so I take it extra slow.

She must sense my hesitation, because she looks me in the eye, moans, and says, "More; give it all to me."

I decide to oblige, and push my cock all the way in, causing her to gasp, and grab my forearms tightly. "Oh God; it's so big." She says.

"You're so tight." I reply, not sure where that came from. I'm usually very shy and not much of a talker during sex; and none of my partners were much into talking either.

I start to slowly fuck her, holding onto her hips so that she doesn't move around too much. Meanwhile, she closes her eyes, and moans with every thrust. Eventually, she releases her grip on my forearms, and uses her right hand to rub her clit, while lifting up her bra with her left hand, exposing her perky little tits to me.

I find myself starring at her tits rocking back and forth with every thrust; more specifically, her nipples, which are a shade of pink, slightly darker than her skin. Another first for me, as all my previous partners had darker nipples that tended to be more along the lines of caramel, or brown.

She sees me starring, and smiles, and then she takes my right hand and places it on her chest. She lets out little gasps, as I pinch and twist her nipples.

After several minutes of intense fucking, she says, "Climb on top of me; I want to feel your weight pressing down on me."

I pull out, with a wet pop, and let her pull herself towards the middle of the table, before climbing up, and on top of her. I quickly put my cock back inside her, and continue fucking her; but in this position, I make sure to grind my pelvis into hers with each thrust, causing her to let out a long moan each time.

Along with her moans, she starts to talk, but she's speaking Portuguese, so I have no idea what she's saying; which, when you think about the fact that Mindy is also Portuguese, it shows you how little she talked during sex.

I decide to start kissing her neck, and nibble on her earlobe, which makes her purr; actually purr.

Several more minutes of intense fucking, and she says, "Get up." I climb off of her, and follow her off of the table. Then she turns around to face the table, and bends over it, sticking her ass up in the air. "Do me doggy style; make me come."

Once again, I don't need any more encouragement than that, and get right back to it. I finally get to appreciate her tight little ass, as it bounces against me.

I hold onto her hips, as I fuck her, and can eventually feel her fingers brush against my balls, as she continues to rub her clit. Her other hand reaches back and takes hold of my left hand. She pulls it towards her face, and I have to lean down over her to let her. She takes my index finger in her mouth, and starts licking and sucking it.

When she stops sucking on it, she maneuvers it to her ass, where she presses it to her asshole, and says, "Please, rub my asshole."

I've never done anything like this, and am not sure what might hurt her, but she helps me with that, as she says, "Just rub it lightly, and push the tip in."

I follow her instructions, and can feel her asshole clamp down on the tip of my finger; if I thought her pussy was tight, I realize that I could probably never fit my cock inside her asshole without either lots of lube, or lots of stretching, or both.

Her moans get shorter, and quicker, and I can feel her fingers moving incredibly fast. "Oh God; I'm going to come." She says. "Yes, yes, yes; right there." Then she lets out the loudest and longest moan yet. "I'm coming!" She shouts, and I can feel her pussy muscles contracting around my cock.

This sensation is all it takes, and I say, "I'm going to come too."

She pulls away from me, spins, and drops to her knees in front of me. Then she grips my cock and starts stroking it quickly. "Come on my face." She says.

I look down when she says that, and lose all control. Seeing her beautiful green eyes looking up at me lustily, along with her perfect little nose, just a hint of freckles brushed across her checks, those luscious pink lips, and a barely noticeable gap between her top two front teeth, push me over the edge, and I shoot my load all over her face.

She ends up with a neat line from her forehead, down across her left check, and all over her chin and mouth. She places the tip of my cock in her mouth, and sucks out the remainder, before showing me what she has on her tongue, and swallowing.

I have to reach over her, and steady myself against the table, as my knees feel like they are made of Jell-O. I try to catch my breath, while she stands up, and leans against the table. She walks over to the bathroom, and cleans her face, while I put my cock away, and buckle up my pants.

As she walks back, she reaches behind her, and unhooks her bra, removing it, and laying it on the table, then sits on the edge, to remove her remaining shoe, along with her pantyhose and panties.

She leans against me, and lays her head on my shoulder. "Well, that was amazing." She says.

"Yeah; it was." I reply.

She places her hand on my leg, and asks, "Want to go again?"

I look down at her, and ask, "Really?"

She looks at me with that wicked smile again, and replies, "Sure; there are a few things we didn't get to try." Then she unbuckles my belt, and reaches for my cock again.

Needless to say, I broke it off with Mindy, but not before she received a nice long voice-mail from Kimberly describing the night we had in explicit detail.

THE END



Cheaters Never Prosper



Shelly Haskell was a 19-year-old college coed and a very bad girl. She'd cheated on tests at school for years & years, got her friends in trouble whenever possible and, with the boys, she had been quite the little vixen cock tease.

One day, Shelly was taking her Spring chemistry final when, low and behold, she was finally caught in the act of cheating. Mr. Hermann, her professor, caught her with answers to the test written all down her firm inner thigh. 

Shelly always liked to show off her legs. She was such a pretty girl. Shelly was 5'2" tall, weighed around 120 pounds, and had blonde hair with blue eyes, a very small, tight little heart-shaped ass and very firm D-cup titties.

Glenn Hermann was a typical-looking, 50-year-old college professor. He was slightly above average in height with a medium build, and what little grey hair he had left on top of his head was rapidly balding.

When Mr. Hermann noticed something was awry in class during the chemistry final, he immediately spoke up to Shelly.

"And just what are you doing Miss Haskell?" Mr. Hermann said sternly.

"Ohhhh...Mr. Hermann...ummm...I was just fixing my dress...it tends to ride up on me," Shelly replied, obviously lying.

Shelly batted her blue eyes at Mr. Hermann, hoping that she would get her way. She always tended to get her way with men, both young & old.

"I don't think that's all you're up to young lady," Mr. Hermann said as he gazed at the chemical equations written up and down Shelly's smooth, young thigh, "Put your test on my desk and report to my office immediately!"

Mr. Hermann was infuriated.

"But...but, I was just..." Shelly tried to interject.

"But nothing!" Mr. Hermann immediately shot back, causing every head in the room to turn towards the two of them.

Mr. Hermann took hold of Shelly's arm and led her up from her desk to the front of the classroom.

"Take over," Mr. Hermann said to Brian Sherwood, the Teaching Assistant for Chemistry 203, who was sitting at the front of the room.

Brian smiled widely at Shelly. She had gotten him to do all of her homework for the semester in exchange for some promised "special favors" of hers at a later date.

However, that later date never came to pass and Shelly had never delivered on her promises to take care of Brian's needs, nor did she ever intend to. She merely had led him on, and he had been her fool.

Brian was no ladies man by any measure the term. He was a stereotypical nerd, slight in build, below average in height with brown hair and eyeglasses over his brown eyes.

"Looks like you'll finally get what's coming to you Shelly," Brian said with an evil grin on his face as she and Mr. Hermann whisked by him.

"I'll be back momentarily class," Mr. Hermann said as he led Shelly out the classroom.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Shelly whined, tears starting to run down her face as Mr. Hermann gripped her arm more forcefully in the hallway.

"If there's one thing that gets my goat young lady, it's cheating," Mr. Hermann said as the two of them entered his office, which was just down at the end of the hallway from the classroom.

Mr. Hermann threw Shelly down in a chair and closed the door behind the two of them.

Shelly sat looking at the floor, her mind slowly beginning to realize that she had been caught, but good!

Mr. Hermann stood in front of her, towering over the tiny girl.

Her thick, blonde mane of hair framed her sad face. Her ample chest heaved and fell in her short, flowery dress as she began to cry in earnest. Shelly brought her small hands up to cover her tearing, blue eyes.

"That's not going to help you at all Miss Haskell. I caught you dead to rights. I'll see that you fail my class and have to repeat it."

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry," Shelly sobbed. "I didn't mean to do it!"

"You didn't mean to?!" Mr. Hermann cried out, "And just who wrote this then?!" Mr. Hermann said as he quickly lifted up the hem of Shelly's short dress, exposing the writing on her thighs and much more than that.

Shelly rarely wore any underwear, and this day was no exception.

"Mr. Hermann!" Shelly said as she jumped up, pulling her skirt back down. "What are doing?!"

"Exposing you for the cheat that you are Miss Haskell, and for the slut that you are as well! Not wearing any panties...it's scandalous!"

Mr. Hermann's face was flushed, and Shelly took note of that immediately. Her tiny, naughty mind started to come up with a plan to get out of her cheating.

"Did you like what you saw Glenn?" Shelly said, using her professor's first name and flashing him a broad smile while moving in closer to him.

"You will address me as Mr. Hermann, Miss Haskell, and no, I do not like this aggravated situation that you have caused at all."

"Do you mean this aggravated situation Mr. Hermann?" Shelly purred as she moved her small hands up and down the front of Mr. Hermann's crotch.

Mr. Hermann had lied. He was indeed very excited by what he saw underneath Shelly Haskell's short dress.

"Ummm...stop that...right now...I'll have you disciplined for this..." Mr. Hermann attempted to interject.

"Oooohhhh, Mr. Hermann, I love to be disciplined. I can be such a bad, bad girl sometimes," Shelly said as she gave Mr. Hermann's privates a harder squeeze.

"Oh, what are you doing to me?" Mr. Hermann inquired in a higher, shrill voice.

"Wouldn't you like to rub all those naughty, little notes off my thighs Mr. Hermann? Using your hands on my tight, young body...making me quiver with fear. Even spanking me, because I've been such a bad little girl?"

Shelly was indeed a bad girl. She was more than willing to trade a moment of passion with a balding, older man in exchange for that same man forgetting that she had attempted to cheat on her chemistry final.

"You can do whatever you want to me. I'm yours Mr. Hermann," Shelly said to him as she slowly dropped to her knees in front of him.

Mr. Hermann was stunned. He looked at her up and down. Her smile was drawing him in. He was doomed by the young coed's charms.

Shelly looked up at her professor with her blue eyes while she started to rub the tops of his thighs up and down slowly with both her tiny hands.

"What would you like for me to do to you first Glenn?" Shelly said while pouting her lips.

Mr. Hermann pondered quickly. What was she doing? What if they were caught? What if, God forbid, his wife found out?? He would be deader than a doornail, left without a job or a family.

But still, he was a man; a man that had fantasized about having his way with many of the young coeds in his classes, especially Shelly Haskell. 

She was such a pretty girl who almost always wore the cutest little outfits in class, and now, she was potentially his for the taking. Her tiny mouth, her swelling breasts, her tight rump, and what lay between her legs...all for him now. He couldn't resist.

"Touch me," he said, pulling her head to his crotch and rubbing her pretty face all over the front of his trousers, "Here."

Shelly moaned and eagerly moved her pretty face all over the growing, telltale bulge in Mr. Hermann's pants.

"I think something in there wants to come out and play," Shelly said with a giggle.

She reached up for his zipper, but he was already there, tugging it down quickly and unbuttoning his brown pants. Shelly giggled again at his rush to release his "surprise" for her.

His pants dropped to the floor, and he stood before her in a old pair of grey boxers, his male member hard and pressing out against the front of his underwear. Shelly moved her head in and proceeded to lay a series of wet kisses up and down the sizeable length of his engorged prick through his boxers.

"Oh my Mr. Hermann, such a prominent bulge for such a distinguished professor," Shelly joked.

As she could tell by the growing look of lust in Mr. Hermann's eyes, Shelly was driving Mr. Hermann crazy.

"Would you like to see what I have for bad young girls that cheat in my class Shelly?" he inquired as he gripped the waistband of his underwear.

"Yes, yes...please Glenn..." Shelly groaned, licking her lips back and forth with her wet little tongue.

Mr. Hermann quickly whipped his boxers off, exposing his very large, hard penis to her. Glenn Hermann was hiding a 9.5" long, over 2" wide cock in his boxers for young Shelly Haskell!

Shelly gasped and covered her mouth briefly with one of her hands as she gazed wildly at Mr. Hermann's enormous prick. His full, hairy nuts hung low beneath the base of his big cock, and the veins of his dick pulsed with the rapid beat of his heart. Shelly gripped his rapidly stiffening dick by the base and squeezed it hard with her right hand, causing Mr. Hermann to groan loudly. She then stuck out her tongue and slowly tasted the length of his thick shaft, starting at the bottom and moving up to the rim of his circumcised cock. Then she slowly descended back down it again with her warm mouth and tongue. She lathered his dick slowly, getting it all wet with her saliva, as Mr. Hermann watched, wild-eyed.

"Mmmmm...your big cock tastes so good Glenn," Shelly moaned.

"Your tongue feels heavenly Shelly," Mr. Hermann responded quickly.

Shelly swirled her tongue around and around the head of his wide cockhead, teasing him even more. Then, suddenly, she stopped, looking up at him.

"Do you want my mouth around your fat dick, Mr. Hermann?" Shelly teased.

Mr. Hermann clenched his teeth and hissed, "No, I want your tight throat around my fat dick!"

He took hold of her blonde tresses from behind and guided her towards the tip of his throbbing penis while she moaned in agreement. Her mouth opened wide and took him in, sliding his stiff shaft into her wet, teenaged mouth. 

Mr. Hermann moaned again and again as Shelly descended her wet lips down his big dick. Her lips made a perfect "O" as they took more and more of him inside her. She took him deeper, slowly, the head of his dick poking towards the opening of her hungry throat. The whole while, Shelly kept eye contact with Mr. Hermann's brown eyes. 

Shelly started to move her wet mouth up and down his hard member, slowly pumping him. Her mouth squeezed and relaxed over him, as his breath became heavier. On every stroke, she took him deeper into her warm mouth and a little more down her slick, willing throat, working him over good. Finally, her throat relaxed enough so that she could slide his big dick completely in and out of her mouth and throat with just a slight bit of gagging when she neared the base of Mr. Hermann's wide cock. 

Shelly pumped him faster then with her mouth & throat, and Mr. Hermann's hands gripped her hair as he watched her give him the best blow job that he had ever had. 

Just as Shelly started to really work up frenzy on him though, the two heard the distinct sound of a key entering and turning the lock on Mr. Hermann's office. Before the two could react, Brian, the TA, strolled into the office.

"The class finished early with the test, so I thought I would drop...what the hell?!" Brian said as he stopped short.

He couldn't believe what he saw. There was Mr. Hermann and Shelly, the two of them locked together, and it did not appear that Mr. Hermann was giving Shelly the admonishment that Brian had expected. She was sucking him off instead!

"Ummmm...I can explain everything..." Mr. Hermann started to stumble, but Shelly cut him off.

"Mmmmm...hi Brian," Shelly said mischievously as she slowly stroked Mr. Hermann's slick, sizeable erection with her tiny right hand, "Would you like to join us?"

Shelly's dirty mind worked quickly to get them out of the situation that they were in.

Brian dropped the chemistry finals to the floor of Mr. Hermann's office in astonishment. 

"I never did thank you properly for all the work you helped me with this past semester," Shelly continued.

Shelly stood up and then eased herself back down onto the couch in Mr. Hermann's office, spreading her legs and hiking her skirt up. Since she wore no panties, the two of them saw immediately how wet she had become while pleasing Mr. Hermann with her young mouth. Her pussy lips were swollen, and the small patch of brownish hair down there was soaked.

Brian immediately closed the door to Mr. Hermann's office before anyone else in the hallway could see what was transpiring in there.

"How about you take care of this Glenn with that big dick of yours," she said, running her left hand through her pussy lips, "and you use my mouth Brian?"

Mr. Hermann and Brian stood there before her, mouths agape, amazed at how brazen Shelly was acting. She wanted both of them to have their way with her at the same time!

Brian felt a twinge in his trousers, his cock starting to grow hard in his pants. He swallowed hard and tried to compose himself to answer her.

"Ummm...yea, I'm into it if you are Mr. Hermann."

Brian certainly didn't need much in the way of convincing. He had always wanted Shelly, and she had teased and denied him for long enough. Now she would get what she had REALLY deserved.

Mr. Hermann, his big cock bulging even harder than before, simply nodded and moved in closer to Shelly. He kicked his shoes & boxers off and knelt down between her outstretched legs to taste her pussy, sticking his tongue out and running it up and down her folds while Shelly moaned.

Brian quickly fumbled with his jeans, trying to get them off as fast as he could before Shelly changed her mind.

Mr. Hermann pressed his tongue in deeper, tasting her musky wetness in his mouth.

"Come here Brian...come to my lips," Shelly moaned.

Brian, now naked from the waist down, quickly moved over to the couch. He knelt down next to her, waving his hardening, average-sized cock before her face.

Shelly stuck out her tongue and grabbed his cock with her hand, tasting it slowly with her wet mouth and tongue. Up and down she went on the TA's dick, matching Mr. Hermann's rhythm on her pussy.

"God, you're so hot Shelly," Brian stammered as she licked him slowly from the base of his dick up to the tip.

Brian's cock was now almost fully hard, not nearly as big as Mr. Hermann's, but big enough to fill a good deal of Shelly's wet mouth. 

"Fuck me Glenn, now!" Shelly cried. "Fuck me while I suck this cock off in my mouth!!"

Mr. Hermann and Brian both groaned in unison.

Shelly took Brian's dick into her mouth, easily stuffing all of it quickly inside while Brian held onto the blonde's head.

Mr. Hermann knelt up higher on his knees before her and rubbed his oversized pecker over her nether lips, up and down. Then he slowly pressed the big head of his penis into her tight teen cunt, popping it inside.

Shelly and Mr. Hermann both moaned at the feeling of his slow penetration.

Mr. Hermann slowly and deliberately eased his big dick deeper and deeper inside Shelly's tight, wet pussy, while she squirmed and sucked down harder on Brian.

Shelly's lips wrapped around the base of Brian's dick, while her tongue swirled around the length of him.

Brian's cock throbbed, feeling even bigger, inside her hot mouth. Brian had waited a long time for this, and it was worth every minute.

Mr. Hermann went into Shelly with his fat member all the way to the back of her tight little pussy.

"My God Shelly, you're so tight!" Mr. Hermann cried as he felt her grip him tighter than he had ever been gripped before.

"And her mouth is so good!" Brian exclaimed.

"I know," Mr. Hermann smiled as he started to stir Shelly's tight pussy around and around with his big, wide cock, still buried as deep as he could get inside of her. Shelly's tight pussy could only take about two-thirds of Mr. Hermann's big cock.

"Ohhh yea!!" Shelly said as she released Brian's dick and yelped at Mr. Hermann's deep probing.

Mr. Hermann started to stroke her tight cunt in and out, watching her wetness covering his big dick.

Shelly continued to suck up and down Brian's dick.

The two men started to move in unison, when Mr. Hermann started to pull out of her pussy...Brian would start to pump into Shelly's mouth. Shelly was getting fucked at both ends, but good!

Shelly just laid there and let the waves and waves of pleasure that she was feeling wash over her.

Faster and faster, the two men pumped the tiny coed from both ends. In and out, they groaned and moaned and fucked her on the couch in Mr. Hermann's office.

The saliva from Shelly's wet mouth covered Brian's dick and balls, and Mr. Hermann glided what he could of his big cock easily in and out of her slick little pussy now. Harder and harder, they pumped their hips into Shelly. Mr. Hermann pummeled her tiny cunt, while Brian filled her hot mouth up again and again. The sound of Mr. Hermann's big balls slapping against Shelly's tiny ass made a rhythmic sound in the office for over 15 minutes.

"Oh God, I feel it," Brian breathed heavily, "She's doing it to me!"

"Cum in her mouth Brian. Do it!" Mr. Hermann urged.

Shelly sucked Brian's entire dick into her mouth one last time, sucking down hard as Brian blasted the back of her mouth with hot cum.

"Oh fuck!" Brian bellowed.

Mr. Hermann worked Shelly over even faster, going almost balls deep and as fast as his hips could manage.

Brian collapsed on the couch beside the two of them and watched what unfolded next.

Shelly started to moan and groan louder and louder now that her mouth was free to express how she felt getting fucked by Mr. Hermann's huge cock. She gripped Mr. Hermann's waist and pulled him into her again and again, pressing the blue eyes on her pretty face shut.

"Make me come. Make me come on that big dick of yours Glenn. Oh God!" Shelly begged.

Shelly opened her mouth wide and started to call out, feeling her release come over her in a HUGE wave.

"Motherfucker!" Shelly called out.

Mr. Hermann buried himself deep inside Shelly and felt the coed clamp down on him. He groaned as she came all over his wide cock, quickly squeezing and contracting her pussy muscles around him. He felt a hitch in his big balls as his cum surged down his dick.

Mr. Hermann called out too in a quick yelp as his cum spilled into the back of her hot, little pussy. Mr. Hermann collapsed onto Shelly's body, grinding over her abused pussy while still deep inside her.

Shelly smiled widely and winked at Brian.

"I always knew that chemistry would turn out to be very useful in life," she joked. "Looks like I might need some more 'special tutoring' in it though, over the summer."

The three of them laughed heartily as thoughts of the long, hot summer ahead of them danced through their minds.



Cheaters Never Prosper



"You wanted to see me, Mr. Blake?

I looked up at James Anderson with a hint of anger flaring in my eyes causing him to look down at his feet and take a step back from my desk. He was a smart kid but apparently math was more his thing as he was failing my twelfth grade English class. The boy was slight and pale skinned with fine, delicate features. He often wore a hoodie to conceal his long, blond hair and androgynous body. I'd watched him since he came into high school and seen how badly he got teased and bullied by the alpha males and their pack though I found it hard to be sympathetic after what he'd tried to pull on me.

I had been a bit of a troublemaker when I was young so I knew enough of the tricks kids used and had my own countermeasures in place, like test answer keys with wrong answer hidden in my desk. And James' test perfectly matched the false test. I knew he was under pressure from his parents to do perfectly to get into some Ivy League school his family all went to and he was close to failing my class. But I hadn't expected cheating from the likes of him and that he hadn't even bothered to try to answer one question different from the false answer key was a slap in the face.

"Do you think me an idiot," I growled. I found most teens were used to teachers being polite and disinterested so any anger or enthusiasm threw their young minds. "I expect better from the likes of you, James." I pulled out his test and slammed it down on top of my desk, making him jump.

He looked down at the paper and his eyes widened as he saw the big, red 'F' across the page. The play of confusion and emotion over his face was precious and it was hard not to laugh as I sat there. "I... I don't understand," he stammered.

"I don't understand how you could be so arrogant that you'd put every false answer down from my decoy test key without trying to hide things. Did you think I wouldn't be suspicious if you did get a hundred percent after nearly failing every one, you arrogant little shit?"

His eyes were wide with realization as he glanced up at me before letting his gaze drop back to the table. "I didn't... I don't... please Mr. Blake." He wanted to deny it but he was trapped by his own conceit. "I didn't think you stupid."

I had to resist smiling at that one and the boy's obvious fear, all his intelligence just thrown out the window as he stood in the spotlight. I slowly stood up and walked around my desk, letting my shoes slap loudly on the tile floor, pausing to close the open door to the classroom, the sound of children slamming their locker and heading for their buses silenced finally. It left us in the quiet hush of the room which I could see was wearing on the young man.

"Now, I've not taken this to the principal yet," I started, emphasizing the yet part. "But this is a serious matter, I hope you understand the gravity of the situation, James. If this goes onto your record, you get expelled, you'll be lucky to get into community college. But, there is always the Vocational Technical School, electricians and nurses are quite in demand." I walked over to the boy and settled a hand on his shoulder, the muscles so tight I thought he might snap.

"Please, sir,it won't happen again," he pleaded, daring to glance over at me with his liquid blue eyes. I saw the desperation and fear I'd been hoping for since the boy decided to step into my sights. "I'll do better... I'll do anything... just give me a chance."

I walked behind him and moved to the door that lead into the walk in storage closet letting the door swing open slowly as I turned back to James. I felt a tingle of nervousness as I realized we were at the point of no return and the young man could cause trouble if I wasn't careful. "I want to believe you, James, but your actions have shown me I cannot trust you. So, you need to prove yourself. I'm going to order you to do some things. Refuse, and I take this paper to the principal and you watch your life flushed down the toilet. And don't question, it's as good as a refusal. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

The hint of hope mixed with a smattering of trepidation showed in the boy's features but his sad voice almost made me want to go easier on him. But, then i remembered what he tried to pull one and how little he must think of me and my sympathy evaporated. "First and last chance, in here there's a school uniform from an old school, put everything that's in the box on."

He walked over and looked at the contents before glaring back at me with wide eyes. "But, that's a girls uniform. I can't..."

"First and last chance," I repeated. "I didn't say it would be easy or pleasant." I left him there in the closet to walk back over to the door and lock it quietly, pulling down the small shade over the window. Then, I dimmed the light a little and sat down in my chair behind the desk. After a little while, James tentatively stepped out of the closet, a bright red blush on his pale skin.

He wore a simple white blouse that hung loosely on his slim frame. A pleated blue skirt billowing around his hips and upper thighs was short enough I could see the hint of the pink panties he wore underneath. A pair of gray thigh high socks clung to his lovely legs ending in the black loafers with three inch block heels. His blonde hair was past shoulder length and with it ruffled taking off his clothes and putting on the blouse, it already gave him a feminine appearance. The delicate lines of his face made him seem almost like a porcelain doll standing there.

Motioning him over, I reached into the bottom draw of my desk and pulled out a few things. Taking his chin firmly in my hand, I brushed a little red onto his cheeks to give them a little high light. Then, I opened a tube of pink lipstick and started to apply it to his lovely lips but he balked though a hard stare quieted him so I could finish applying it. Finally, I grabbed a pair of white lace gloves and slipped them on to cover his hands since there was nothing we could do with them today. Sitting there, I ran my fingers through his hair to fluff it up a little and give it a bit more body, finally leaning back to admire how pretty he was standing there with me.

His bright blue eyes were on me as I rose suddenly so I towered over him, my hands falling to his shoulders. "Ok, Jamie," I said, smiling at his new name. "It's time to earn my favor back and we can see about maybe getting you a passing grade eventually." With my fingers curled around his shoulders, I pushed him down to his knees before he knew what was happening. There was something erotic and taboo about seeing him there all dolled up on his knees, the confused look on his face as he stared at my crotch for a moment.

"I don't understand," he said, his voice almost a whisper. He looked up at me with wide eyes and a terrified expression but I know it was fear of accepting what was in his heart. I'd seen enough to know he wanted to wear the clothes in his writing and doodling but was afraid of what it meant. He wouldn't have to fear now, just trust in me and let me lead him to the right place.

With a quick motion of my arm, I slid my hand into his hair and pulled his head back as I leaned down towards him, my eyes blazing as I stared at him. "You don't need to understand, my little slut," he growled, a feral smile on my lips. "You'll do what I tell you and make sure you do your best or you can say goodbye to your life and your future. There's a video camera in the closet that just captured you eagerly putting on girls' clothing, how do you think that will make your senior year go here?"

Holding his hair in one hand, I reached down and unzipped my fly slowly, the sound of the metal against metal loud in the quiet room. Then, I reached in and hauled my half hard cock through the flap in the boxers and let the cool air wash over it as I brought it full you for the young sissy to enjoy. Despite himself, his eyes were staring at it with a mix of dread and fascination, it was probably the first adult cock he'd gotten to see live and up close. Wrapping my fingers around the base, I pulled the kids face close to me until I could smack the head against his cheeks and lips, smiling at his uncertainty.

"Kiss the head," I commanded. "Lick it like you want to, Jamie. Make it all wet and shiny with your mouth like you know you want to, sweetie." I placed the tip at his pink lips so the fluid leaking from the slit would smear over them, giving him a good first taste of what was to come.

Looking up at me and then my member, he puckered his lips and kissed the tip and around the bulbous head. Then, he parted his lips and licked under the head before swirling it around the sensitive head. His breath blew over me as I enjoyed the first ministrations of the boy, watching the curious look in his eyes as he tasted and experienced a man for the first time. He didn't look disgusted when he swallowed down his first taste of the flavor.

"Wrap you hand around the base," I said, pulling my own hand away. "And open you lips." Her gloved hand came up to wrap around the shaft as his lips parted as if his body was already under my command, despite the fear still in his eyes. I could feel him shaking through the hand gently caressing the base. Before he could consider it, I pulled his head towards me so the tip passed through his lovely, pink lips and the head slid over his tongue. Or I should say her tongue as she was quickly becoming my slutty cock sucker.

Her lips and cheeks bulged with the girth of the head in her little mouth and for a moment she considered pulling away but I had a good grip on her hair. I slide my cock in and out of her sweet lips as I feel his tongue trying to tease the underside and his lips wrap tightly around the shaft, even if his face look conflicted. The feeling of her soft lips and slightly grazing of tongue and teeth kept pushing me towards an end that was coming too fast for me. Seeing her pretty face sucking on me with an eagerness she didn't want to admit made it hard to hold back.

"Use your other hand," I told Jamie, my breath coming a little quicker. "Cup and fondle my balls. You want to pass don't you? I know you are a little cocksucker deep inside. I can see your little cock pushing out your skit." And I could see as she knelt there his panty covered cock was tenting the little skirt obscenely, obviously enjoying things deep inside there somewhere.

Her fingers tentatively brushed over my sac and cupped my balls, the lace tickling a little as they settled into place. It was obviously something she'd have to work on as she cupped and kneaded them gently, not really sure what to do. But with her lips sucking like a thirsty girl, it was enough to send me over the edge.

I felt myself pulse inside of her mouth, forcing her lips wider and trapping her tongue. My balls drew up in her hand as the waves of pleasure rippled through me, tingling lightening moving out from my groin up into my head. The first shot exploded against the back of her throat and I heard him struggling with it, trying to pull away from my grip. But I only let him pull back a little so the head was still inside, the next explosion flying across her tongue. I could feel him trying to swallow but saliva mixed with the large load I was giving her dripped out of the corner of her mouth and down her chin. I unloaded more inside of her as she closed her eyes and tried to keep up, forced to swallow quickly until I started to peter out, dripping the last remnants right onto her tongue to savor.

Leaving the head inside for a few moments, I savored the feel of her mouth and her tongue as it swirled around the head on instinct, licking at the tip to get the last dribbles. Finally, I pulled out to let my glistening cock fall from her lips, pink marking the head and base from her enthusiastic lipstick covered mouth. "You are a natural cocksucker," I said, running my hand over her red cheek. "A born slut I see. You just needed to be shown how to handle things

Strange, bright eyes looked up at me then demurely looked away unable to still admit what she was even when it was staring her in the face. Turning away for a moment, I reached into the drawer I'd grabbed the makeup and gloves from, pulling out a length of red silk rope. I wrapped my hand around the little one's arm to help him up, her tongue cleaning the dribble from her lips and chin. He thought it was over and before he could think anything else, I pulled the arm I held behind his back as I pushed him against my desk, bending him over it. Grabbing his other arm, suddenly struggling, I pulled them together and wrapped the rope tightly around his wrist, tying it in a knot that would let me slip it tight.

"Wha... what are yo... you doing," he stammered, trying to turn his head back to look at me.

I didn't answer her at first, instead simply reaching down to grip an ass cheek in each hand, squeezing it and kneading them. His body tried to twist but I had him pinned against the edge of the desk rather nicely with my hips. Bent over, his ass was a fine, feminine shape especially clad in a pair of silky pink panties. Pulling his cheeks apart, I forced more of that material into the valley of his ass which tightened the material around her erection, which brought a breathy grunt.

Slipping my fingers beneath the waistband, I pulled down her panties to just at the bottom of her cheeks, revealing the lovely curve while keeping the rest of him imprisoned in the material. It was a lovely sight as he wiggled on top of the desk so his sexy behind moved so seductively. I reached into the drawer again and started to apply some lube between his cheeks, working it into the tight ring of muscles. It caused a renewed struggle as my free hand pushed down on his shoulders to pin him to the top of the desk while my hips pinned his legs. All he really managed to do was ruby his cheeks against my wet cock so it swelled with anticipation. 

"Please... No... I'm not... not into that... please sir." The boy panted and cried out as he realized he couldn't struggle against me and win but didn't want to accept what his body wanted. Even as I rubbed the liquid in, the ring of muscles flexed so my fingers slid in nicely. I grunt and whining moan left him as I moved my fingers in and out until I was satisfied, pulling out so his entrance slammed shut.

Shimming close to him, I placed my cock between his cheeks and slid it through the valley, pressing the mounds of flesh against it. Then, on a back stroke, I aimed it carefully and shoved forward so the head pierced his ass and sunk in until the ring closed around the rim of my helmet. 

"Oh, god," he cried, his hands gripping the edge of the desk. "It hurts. Please stop, I don't want this." He didn't struggle too hard though as I left myself sit with just the helmet inside so he could adjust. I gave a good slap to his ass on both cheeks to quiet him down and let him know he was going to take it no matter what. It was time he accepted what he was.

After enough time to let him settle, I began to push into Jamie slowly, pausing to pull back out just a little, then pushed forward with more momentum. I continued with the quick and slow strokes to work my way deeper as the boy's cries and pants turned into something else, biting on his cum stained lower lip. It felt glorious how tight he was wrapped around my cock, it had been some time since I'd had a virgin ass. My hands gripped his hips with each stroke to help pull me forward. He could pretend all he wanted by that ass had a death grip on my dick and wanted all of it deep inside, practically pulling me in with each stroke.

Finally, I felt my crotch grind into his cheeks as my balls brushed against his silken covered ones, the panties tickling my sac a bit. I leaned over him as I settled deep inside, my body draped over his back enjoying the sensual curve and softness of him. Sliding my hand into his hair, I pulled back on the blonde locks so he had to pull his face up which brought his ear to my lips. "Your all mine now, slut," I whispered with a throaty voice. "You will be my bitch and enjoy it. I know you wanted to be my pretty girl so don't you worry, I'll take care of you."

With my hand still in his hair, I began to rock my hips to thrust in and out of him with jackhammer movements, each thrust filling the air with the loud slap of his ass. A feminine, breathy grunt left the boy with each thrust as his struggles seemed to cease. I was thrusting half my length into my student, making him my personal gurl. The tight grip was milking me better than his lips as I thrust into him, the liquid warmth of his lubed tunnel hitting every inch of my questing erection. The boy was staring ahead and something glittered in his unfocused eyes as I fucked him like the slut he was, his stockinged legs brushing against my thighs.

Leaning up, I kept a hold of his long, girlish hair as I got more leverage to pull out farther before slamming into my pet. The full, deep strokes pushed a squeaking gasp from Jamie as the pleated skirt bunched up on her lower back. It was a lovely site to see my cock pull almost out, just an inch or two left in him before plowing back in so I was smashing the base into his cheeks. I soon felt his hips wiggling a little but not trying to get away, only trying to move with the rhythm more. He finally had let himself go and accepted what his body wanted. 

The sound of our bodies crashing against one another and our mutual heavy breathing filled the classroom as I fucked my girly student. But already I could feel the orgasm building as I pounded against him, watching his tight ass ripple with each thrust. "Tell me," I growled, pulling the boy back towards me, up off the desk. His back curved as I held his hair like a pony's rein.

"I... I want you," he panted, his eyes glazed with lust. "I want you to cum in my pussy, sir. Fill me up. Make me a woman... make me your woman, sir. I want it all."

Her words were enough to send me over the edge as I thrust deep into Jamie, my cock expanding inside of her, pulsing with the orgasm. My balls twitched against the silky panties as I heard her cry out too. I made short, savage thrust into her ass to milk my dick in her, the tight muscles forcing the juice deep inside. I could feel her tunnel growing slick with my jism as she thrust back at me, moaning as I cried out. Grinding myself against her cheeks, I milked out the last bit before letting myself slowly slip from her tight grip.

As I pulled out, I looked down to see Jamie had cum in her panties like a bad girl. I gave her damp ass a quick swat before grabbing her by the hair and turning her around. Before I could even think about it, she was pressing her lips against mind in a fierce kiss. Her hands were roving over my back and the passion made up for the lack of skill. I was sure though I could teach her a lot in time.

"I see I have my work cut out for me," I murmured. "But I think to make up for insulting me with your cheating and to pull up your grade, you'll need to be doing some intensive extra studying and extra credit. And you'll have to get tutored through the summer so you don't start falling back into old ways."

"Of course sir," he said in a breathy, feminine voice. "I will show you how sorry I am and make you proud."