19 comments/ 9513 views/ 21 favorites The Grudge By: saucylover Hello everyone, I am currently working on a series. But I decided to take a break from that. This is a slow burn, so if you're looking for something quick this isn't for you. This is based on true events, but a little fabricated as well. As always everyone in this story engaging in sexual acts are 18 years of age or older. Happy reading!! ***** You know that kid at school that everyone loves, but you hate? Well I was the hater in this situation. His name was Gage Bryant, and I'd definitely say he was a real piece of work. He thought he was God's gift to the world. But, I for damn sure knew he was the exact opposite. When we were younger, he'd been a really nice kid to me. I was the girl that no one really talked to. I was about thirty pounds over weight, and in the fourth grade I was in a bike accident that cost me my front tooth. Since my parents weren't the richest, we couldn't afford to get me a new tooth that was screwed in, so unfortunately I was stuck with a flipper. A flipper is a tooth that you put in as well as take out. Pretty much like denchers, except it was one tooth instead of all of them. Well that one bike accident ruined social life for me almost completely. When I went back to school a few weeks before my flipper came in, everyone stared at my mouth. They all laughed and pointed until the teacher told them to stop. But that wasn't enough to stop them. One day on my way home from school, I heard some footsteps behind me as I walked. I looked over my shoulder and it was the biggest group of girls and guys I'd ever seen. My instincts took over and I began to run. "Who you running from little pig, we aren't the tooth fairy. We aint gonna take your teeth," they laughed. I continued to run until I hit something. I looked up and it was Gage. We lived right around the corner from one another so we typically walked the same route home. "Hey Sophie, what are you running from," he asked curiously. I looked over my shoulder and he just nodded in recognition. The gang of big kids were closing in on me, I felt like I was about to pass out. "Who the hell are yall trying to scare," Gage asked. Now two things happened, one I was shocked that Gage used that kind of language. I know it was just "hell" but at the time, my parents would of killed me if I'd even uttered the word. And two the biggest guy in the group Anthony swung and hit Gage right in the stomach. I was petrified. "Stop it I yelled," but that just cued the girls to come for me. I really can't quite describe these girls; I guess you'd say if there were a chick named Helga in a movie, they'd be that chick. I looked over at Gage to see that he was upright. And he was given Anthony some terrifying blows. As I was looking I felt a smack come right across my face. I turned to see the Helga chicks both aiming for me at the same time. Right when I thought it was over for me, I heard a deep voice yell," Everyone stop right now." We all backed away from each other. Both of the girls glared at me as they moved a few feet away. And Gage released his death grip on Anthony's neck. "What's going on here," the man said. My heart was pounding I'd never been in trouble before. "These group of bullies here were ganging up on Sophie." Gage said. Since I seemingly couldn't speak. "Is that true," the mystery man said. I took that moment to look as his features. He was tall with gray hair and a big rounded belly. He looked like the cops on TV who eat hella donuts. "No its not sir. She hit my sisters, and I defended them from her. And that's when this idiot came along." The older guy gave him a look to let him know he crossed the line. To make a long story short, we were taken to the school, where our parents came to get us. I explained my story, and since I was known as a good kid, of course they knew I was telling the truth. Gage gained even more popularity for being the hero. And I gained sympathetic looks from everyone. They all looked at me like I had some kind of defect. The next day Gage came up to me as I was eating my lunch alone as usual. "Hey, you mind if I sit here." Of course I said sure, he was gorgeous after all. I'd always had a damn crush on him. He had nice long blonde hair that was usually in a ponytail. A white smile with dimples to die for, and the bluest eyes I'd ever seen. My heart stopped as I looked at them. "So Sophie, you wanna share my fruit roll up," I was so happy I smiled. Something I hadn't done since before the accident, as well as something I regretted doing immediately. Gage stopped smiling and immediately looked at my teeth. My heart began to pound in my chest. I didn't want him to stare at me like I was a freak. I thought he was different. "Hey Gage you really gonna sit with that freak," The schools most popular girl Sasha chimed in. His face went red like he didn't know what he wanted to do. My eyes pleaded with him to stay. If he left me I'd be the damn laughing stock of elementary school. He sat there a few more seconds. Then everybody started singing a chant that Sasha made up. "Greg and tooth sitting in a tree. . ." And that's when he left the table, and I ended up with the inevitable nickname "tooth." It was our senior year in High school and I still hated him. He was a coward then, and still a coward now. I did my daily morning routine, and was just out the door when I remembered I didn't use any mouthwash. I darted to my room, and swished it around my mouth. I smiled at myself in the mirror after spitting it out. It was still weird to me, the fact that I had a tooth that would stay in. My church's charity paid for me to have the surgery my parents couldn't afford. Now I had a natural looking tooth that blended in perfectly with the others. I checked my appearance one more time, and I figured I looked pretty ok. Or as ok as a girl like me could look to my small town. I wasn't your typical black chick. I had stretched ears, three tattoos, and naturally curly hair that flowed midway down my back. I'd say I was pretty hot, but to most of the guys and girls at school I as weird. I loved myself. After years of listening to all the bullshit of the outside world, I told myself I was beautiful and anyone who didn't think so could fuck off. I was tired of berating myself for things I couldn't, wouldn't, and shouldn't change. Once I parked my little busted up 2002 red Pontiac in the senior parking lot, I gained a headache just thinking about how today would probably end. I had senioritis in the worse kind of way. Don't get me wrong I was an above average student, but my patience for school was definitely getting a little thin. "Hey Sophie, you feel like going to the rinks with me today," my friend Dave asked. Hockey was a big part of our little community, and Dave never let me forget it. Although trust me I've tried, considering that Gage is the captain of the hockey team. "I cant today, I have that English paper I have to write. It's due tomorrow." Ok I lied. But I was sick of sitting in the damn rinks watching guys slug each other with sticks. Because that's pretty much what our school did. "Alright, we can go tomorrow then," he said as he walked away. I inwardly groaned the boy did not let up. You'd think Dave was actually on the team. Trust me he tried it, but it didn't work out in his favor. Dave was a pretty scrawny pale guy. He wore black eyeliner, mascara, and even sometimes went to the extent of black eye shadow. Although people had suspicions of him being gay, he'd always say he wasn't. And I knew for a fact he wasn't, he had girls for days. He just so happen to never let go of the emo scene he'd often say. And I didn't blame him; I hadn't let go of whatever my "scene" was either. And I didn't plan on it. Once I'd finally rid myself of Dave, I went to first period. Which hands down was one of the worst. It was one of the three classes I shared with Gage. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was the fact that half of the cheer leading team and his hockey jock squad was in there as well. "Well well well, if it isn't the tooth fairy," one of his ignorant buddies said. Their whole little group snickered at that played out fucking joke. Everyone except Gage, what a shock. "I'd say I was the tooth fairy, but then what would we call the hockey puck that knocked your teeth out last week." He blushed at that. Lucky for him they were able to put his original teeth back in before the nerves in them died. "Shut up dodger," Gage said. I arched an eyebrow. So he was speaking up for me now? "I don't need your help Gage. Once a coward always a coward so let me handle this on my own." His eyes flashed with anger at my remark. "Still mad about fourth grade I see. And here I was thinking that we'd moved past that," he spat out. Sasha laughed, but immediately stopped once Gage looked at her. I don't know what it is about him that causes everyone to follow his commands, but whatever it was wouldn't work on me. "I'm not mad sweetie, you taught me the biggest lesson of all. Some people just can't do well under pressure." I finished with a smirk. Right before he could retort, our teacher came in the room, and announced the bell work. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. Gage glared at me in all of my classes. Which kind of intimidated me. But I'd never show it. It seemed that every time I glanced over my shoulder, his icy blue stare was throwing daggers at my back. But that didn't stop the tingle from coursing through my body. Even though I hated him, my body always seemed to betray me. He was so hot it was unbelievable. His body filled out so nicely from sports. He had muscles rippling in every direction. His cheekbones were high and prominent, and his jaw was as sharp as a razor. What used to be long blonde hair was now short and tousled. I itched to run my fingers through it. I tried to stop my thoughts, but I couldn't help myself. The boy was hot, and everybody knew it. Ever since we were in elementary school he had every girl crawling all over him. But I vowed to myself that I'd never be one of them. Once that last bell rung I darted out of class faster than a bullet. I went to my locker to gather things I needed to study that night, when I saw Gage approaching me from down the hall. His eyes looked like he was on a mission. My heart started beating rapidly. I briefly thought about running, but what was the point. He was the schools star athlete, if he wanted to catch me he would. "Can you just explain how someone could hold a grudge for years, and not be called pathetic?" I didn't know what to say. He was invading my personal space, and he smelled heavenly. Hell, he looked heavenly too. "Well I wouldn't call it a grudge, I'd call it learning who not to fuck with." He sneered at me as he closed my locker and pushed me against it. "We were in the fourth grade, get over it." He gave me one last condescending look as he pushed himself off of me and walked away. I didn't know what to think other than I was horny as fuck. I'd never had a guy that close to me. I'd been a part of the feminist movement for so long, that I never found a man worthy enough to share my body with. And even though I hated Gage, I knew that I would go home and masturbate thinking of that hunky body and those blue eyes. My heart raced as I went to the car. I was horny as all get out, and I was definitely upset. For the first time I felt childish for hating Gage. He was right it was in the fourth grade, but he never apologized for it either. I was tortured everyday while he was held up as a king. Who the hell was he to say, "Get over it." Fuck him. I got to my car and slammed my door as the tears poured down my face. I was upset with myself, and with Gage. He hurt me, and for some reason his lack of giving a shit was even worse. I wanted him to care. Yet I didn't know why. I always said I didn't give a damn about him, so why should I expect him to give two shits about me. As I pulled out of the parking lot, I decided I'd go to the creek. I knew my mom would have a fit if she saw me upset. It seemed that no matter how hard I tried to hide my feelings, my mom could see right through me. The creek was a great place to go if you just wanted to relax. The kids in my neighborhood named it that a long time ago. We lived in an area that was surrounded by trees. It was great for camping if that's the kind of stuff you liked. But the creek, was an area that was kind of cut off. A lot of the teens would come and have sex here if their parents were home. That was until our parents spread a rumor about a kid who died in the water that surrounded the creak. Now the teens pretty much stay away. I knew it was bullshit. So I still came. The place was always deserted. I parked my car, and slipped off my shoes. I like to dip my feet in the water. I sat there relaxing for about thirty minutes, when all of a sudden I hear someone behind me. I looked up, and low and behold the almighty Gage. I didn't know his reasoning for coming here. I'd never seen him here before, so why now? "Hey," he said with a smile as if we were friends. I didn't say anything. I know it was immature, but sometimes I can't help myself. His smile faltered, but he still sat next to me and looked out over the water. I hated that he had to be so damn hot. He had on black sweat pants, and a black muscle shirt as well. My body became extremely turned on. We sat there for what seemed like hours, seemingly enjoying the view. I kept sneaking glances at him though. And the last time I did it, he caught me. "Look all you want Sophie, I don't mind." He had that cocky grin on his face. I wanted to slap it off. "I was looking at the trees behind you." This time he laughed. "Well that tree must've been pretty hot. You look a little flustered." This time I laughed too. I'd been caught looking, and for some reason I didn't care. We continued to look at one another for a few moments, before he moved closer to me. "I know what I did in fourth grade was fucked up. But you have to forgive me. I was a kid, and yes I was a coward. But I'm not that guy anymore. I've changed. If you would let me in you'd know that." I looked away, not really knowing what to say. Tears came to my eyes, as I realized he finally apologized. And it was a sincere one too. That was all I'd ever wanted from him. "Ok," was all I managed to croak out. I didn't even look at him because I didn't like to show weakness. I hadn't cried in front of anyone since the fourth grade. "Look at me," he said gently. I finally turned my head towards him. He started wiping and kissing my tears away. I jerked a little. Hell, what can I say? Things were going left pretty fast. He moved his kisses from my cheek, to my mouth. He pecked my mouth at first, but then he full on attacked it. It was the first kiss I'd ever gotten and my heart was about to explode. I didn't know it could feel that good. I shoved my fingers in his hair as he gently laid us in the grass. "I want to make love to you baby. But this isn't the place. I want you in a bed. My bed." I was nervous all of a sudden. As bad as I wanted him, I was still a virgin. I looked away not sure how to tell him, but he pulled my face back to his. I closed my eyes, and he kissed them each as he told me to open them. "What's wrong," he asked, I took a deep breath as I exposed my secret to him. "I am a virgin." He didn't even look a little shocked. He just smirked as he said," I know. That doesn't matter to me, unless it does to you. I don't want to do anything you don't want to. I can wait. But, I do want you to know something. I have wanted you for so long I don't remember when I started liking you. Then I realized you hated me, and I never tried to date you, because I figured you wouldn't give me a chance. But will you give me one now? I want you Sophie. And not just your body, but your heart as well. I'll do what it takes to get it." The shell I'd put over my heart for protection broke. His eyes were glassy as he put his heart on the line for me. I thought about how quickly we'd progressed. Just a few hours ago I wanted to kill him, now I wanted nothing more than to start a new stage in my life with him. It really is funny how things change. "Of course you can have my heart, as long as I can have yours as well." He smiled and kissed me as he said," You've had it for a long time, just took you a minute to realize it." ***** All right guys, if you want this story to continue please vote and comment. Your comments mean a lot to me. It's the only way I know how you feel about my stories. I didn't intend on making this a series, but once I got to the end, it seemed like it could get a little more interesting. If you agree or disagree, please comment and let me know. The Grudge Fuck Plain and simple, my sister is a bitch. Even from the days when my wife and I were high school sweethearts, she was a major bitch. Nobody would know that the 2 of them are sisters, other than the fact that they look very much alike. Even my wife Katie, can only take her crap in little doses. Krissy is 2 years younger than Katie and even now, at 41, she is still a major league bitch. I sure am glad I married the GOOD daughter. I give her husband, John, a hard time. I ask him what he saw in her hat made him want to marry her. He usually just rolls his eyes and begins to think twice about it, trying to find the answer to that very question. Problem is, they have 3 kids and now he is stuck, just having to deal with her. Fortunately, they live in Florida, and I don't have to see them very much. Many times over the years, Katie and I have moaned and groaned about our visits with Krissy. Usually the conversation ends up with me saying that Krissy just needs a good ole "nasty grudge fuck." Katie never really paid much attention to that and sometimes it even made her mad. Too bad her personality is shit, because her body is A-1 hot. Having given birth to 3 kids actually made her look her best. For years, I though she was a little too thin and unshapely. She had no real womanly curves to her hips and waist and these little A cup boobs. But she sure blossomed by the 3rd kid. Now, she was pure MILF, through and through, with curves in all the right places and nice full B cup slightly saggy mom tits. Anyhow, I saw some sides of her that most people never knew about. When she drinks, she gets very wild. I had seen her in action several times, including once at club which hosted some male strippers. Once the alcohol started to flow, she was the Tasmanian Devil Woman. Even John knew she was wild, but I don't think he knew about all the extracurricular stuff that I knew about. Katie would usually fill me in on the stuff Krissy did. The stripper deal was something I saw in person, so I knew it was the truth, so I knew exactly who she could be. Fast forward to this summer. Katie and the girls were planning to go to the club again, to see the male strip show. Somehow, Krissy found out and decided she needed a weekend away from the kids and decided to use this trip as an early birthday present for herself. So she planned to fly up and stay with us for the weekend. Katie and Krissy had a huge argument last time they were together, so Katie had no interest in having her stay at our house, but she allowed it anyhow. Katie pranced around the house for a couple days, cussing under her breath. She REALLY did not want Krissy at our house and decided that she needed to pay the price. "You've been talking the talk for a long time now; do you think you are ready to walk the walk?" She asked in a perturbed tone. "What are you talking about dear?" "This grudge fuck thing with my sister. If I gave you the green light, would you do it?" "Sure, why not? How you gonna pull this off? "I have no idea, but I have a week to come up with something." She stomped away, and I realized pretty quickly that she was serious. Maybe this little charade would actually happen, I would love to tap that ass, for no other reason than...... just because. Of course I had good thoughts and dreams for the next few days. As the weekend approached, Katie informed me of her plan. It sounded pretty good and once Krissy got drinking, I figured she was as good as mine. It was devious little plan with some mean trickery and finishing in a nasty grudge fuck. Friday night came and I picked up Krissy from the airport. She was actually a little pleasant to talk with for a change. I think she was so excited about the strippers that it blocked out the meanness in her. I thought it was kinda funny; maybe she was really trying to become a nicer person.......NAH probably not. We got back to the house and Katie did her best to put on a friendly face. Saturday night was here before you know it and the girls were busy primping. Katie actually dressed a little more conservatively considering she was going clubbing. Krissy, on the other hand, pulled out an outfit from Sluts-R-Us. She put on some Daisy Duke jean shorts, that were so short, the pockets stuck out the bottoms. She put on a white tank top that had a deep V neck which showed very generous amounts of cleavage, which was created by a push up bra. She topped it off with some cowboy boots, rings on every finger and slutty looking jewelery. My cock instantly began to stir, just by seeing her in that outfit and anticipating what will happen later. Katie came up and gave me a goodbye kiss. She gave my joint a little grab right through my shorts and gave me a wicked little smile. "Just making sure you're UP for it still." "I'm good to go, as long as you still want me too." "Have a good time ladies, hope it will be a night to remember." I added. Off they went and I had the house to myself, for a while anyhow. Sure enough, Krissy began drinking as soon as they got there. She made a total slut of herself by giving blow jobs to 2 different guys and allowing others to fondle her whole body. Katie made sure that she didn't decide to fuck any of them as she was saving that for me. Krissy kept repeating herself over and over all night long. "I want to take this one home with me. I want to take that one home with me. We could do some naughty things together." She said laughingly. Little did she know, some naughty things were waiting for her at home. The whole ride home she kept telling Katie what she wanted to do to one of the strippers. Katie played along and finally told her there was a surprise waiting for her at the house. Krissy became all giddy and wanted Katie to driver faster. When the got home, Krissy came bolting through the door. "What is it? Where is my surprise?" "Well." Katie replied. "We decided to give you an early birthday present too. One of the strippers is going to be her in a few minutes. You will get your own private show." Krissy's eyes glassed over as she though about the slutty things she could do to him. Little did she know, I was going to be the stripper and she was going to be wearing a blindfold as a part of HIS little game. She downed another drink and was getting quite drunk by this time. Sure enough, I walked out the back door, around to the front door and rang the bell. "Hurry Krissy, put your blindfold on, that's what he said you had to do." Katie said. Krissy wasted no time in tying it tight. Drunk as she was, she fell for it. She sat on a chair in the middle of the family room floor as the 'stripper had asked Katie to do.' Katie put on some dance music and then opened the door. She had a very devilish smile on her face and gave me quick deep french kiss. I walked in and touched Krissy on the shoulder which made her almost jump out of her skin. I had to whisper so she did not recognize my voice. She was probably drunk enough, but I didn't want to chance it. I told her to sit back and relax and I would take good care of her. I wore a very loose pair of nylon shorts, tank top and a g-string. First, I pulled her head back and gave her a little kiss. She wanted to reach out and grab me, but I smacked her hand away. I kissed her again, and we started to tongue each others open mouths. She was very aggressive, and stuck her tongue deep into my mouth. She wanted it bad, and I knew she was mine. She would do whatever I wanted her to do. I broke the kiss and looked at Katie who was sitting on the couch. She just blew me a kiss and watched with eyes wide open. I gently massaged all around Krissy's neck and shoulders while we kissed. She was a very good kisser and I was enjoying it as much as she was. I ran my hand down her cleavage, but not yet entering her shirt. I made sure to tease her as much as possible. I figured I would get as much fun from this as I could, before I actually tried to fuck her. She was so slutty hot sitting there, I thought I would bust my nut right there, but I managed to hold off. As we kissed, I allowed my hands to roam down her sides to her waist. I slid them across her tummy and slowly ran them up her heaving boobs to her neck again. She lost her breath for a brief moment and sighed deeply. She was dying to touch me, but I pushed her hand away again. I whispered in her ear, that touching was off limits. I told her that if she tried, then the show was over and I would leave. It was obvious that she wasn't going to push her luck. She just made a very pouting little girl face and put here hands back down. I began my routine by dancing around her, making sure to gently rub my rigid cock all over her shoulders and neck. I even sat on her lap and pushed it deeply into her cleavage. I told her I was taking my shorts and shirt off and I would just be wearing a shiny blue g-string. Her face showed excitement as she was thinking about the sight of it. Again, I rubbed my body all over hers and I could see she was really getting into it. Katie made a nice fruity drink with plenty of booze, and I fed it to Krissy. She gulped it down very quickly. I got behind her again and pressed my cock tightly against her shoulder blades. I rubbed it back and forth as I allowed my hand to grab her boobs. She inhaled deeply and arched her back which pushed her boobs up higher for better access. I even put my hands under her shirt and massaged her tits very sensually. I made eye contact with Katie and saw that she was breathing heavily too. We both smiled and then she blew me a little kiss and licked her lips. I went back to work, taking my g-string off and rubbing my naked cock on her shoulder blades again. I reached down and pulled off Krissy's tank top and then unclasped her bra. She threw it aside as if it had a disease or something. I rubbed my body all over her while she still sat in the chair. I moved in front of her and placed my knob at her lips. There was no hesitation at all as she opened her mouth and closed her lips tightly around my swollen head. She sucked it greedily and then took more of my length into her warm moist mouth. I reached down and lightly pinched one of her nipples which caused her to flinch a little. I told her she could use her hand to hold my cock if she wanted. She took the offer and began to stuff my meat further into her mouth. "I want your cum." She said. "I want you to cum in my mouth and I want to swallow it. Please, cum in my mouth." I looked at Katie and she gave me a nod of approval. She seemed to be enjoying the show, more than I thought. It looked like she was squirming around just a little, as she sat on the couch. So I allowed Krissy to pick up the pace and give me a blow job. This was good, because then I would not cum too soon when I was fucking her later. She was a pure slut. She sucked my cock like she was in a competition. She alternated short and long strokes, then light and firm grip. She stopped long enough to suck my swollen knob like sucking a lollipop. I went ahead and pulled up her other hand so she could fondle by balls at while she blew me. I knew I wouldn't last long and sure enough I didn't. I shot load after load of cum deep into slutty Krissy's mouth as she sucked it all up. She never missed a drop and made sure to pump every last little bit from my tighten ball sack. I told her she did a great job and took a moment to see if the blindfold was still tight, which it was. Katie had placed several blankets on the rectangular coffee table in front of the couch. I told Krissy I was going to carry her over there and she agreed. I lifted her up and placed her down on the table. She looked so hot in her Daisy Dukes and her boots. I knew I would leave the boots on her. I pulled her ass to the edge of the table and got down between her wide spread legs. I kissed all up and down her inner legs from the boot tops to the bottom of the fringes on her short shorts. She loved it as her body was in constant motion the whole time. She knew full well she was going to get fucked, but she didn't know by whom. Katie and I did though, and we were both having fun with it. I pulled her knees up to her chest and had her hold them there. The crotch of the shorts rode way up into her slit which was now beginning it was squirting out from under the material. It was so tight around her pussy, that he pussy was trying to squeeze out the sides. It must have been very sensitive as Krissy let out a very deep gasp. I spend some time there licking all around and her ass wiggled non stop in response. I could see that she had no panties on and the material of the shorts tried to find its way deeper in her pussy slit. "Take my shorts off and fuck me now." She demanded. She had begun to unbutton her shorts, but I stopped her again. She appeared very frustrated but this was part of the plan. I needed to get her to the point of no return. That way, no matter what, even if the blindfold fell off, she would still want me to fuck her. I put her hands above her head and told her to grab on to the table behind her head. This got her hands out of the way and arched her back even more, which pushed her succulent tits out further. I began to unbutton her shorts and she wiggled and jiggled her ass and hips while I peeled them off. I was blown away as her pussy was almost the identical twin to Katie's pussy. Very plump smooth naturally bald vulva, nice bulgy upper mound and tiny little cunt flaps that stuck out just barely enough to see them. Actually, both their pussy's looked more like that of a 20 year old than 40+ year old. Now I beyond conscious thoughts myself, I was going on autopilot. I leaned it for a little lick and her whole body jerked in reaction to my tongue touching her lips. I flicked my tongue across her little flaps and twirled it around her moistening slit. I kissed and sucked her pouting smooth vulva and she writhed around in response. She never did let go of the table, so I figured I was still safe. I got up a little higher and kissed little kisses all over her tight tummy. Again, you would never know that this woman had 3 kids. Her tummy was taught with muscle and her hips and waist were a wave of beautifully smooth skin that flowed so gorgeously around her curves. She lay there all sprawled out and was incredibly sexy. I spent some time around her belly button before moving to her tits. I took my time, sucking and licking each of her hardening nipples. I looked up to Katie who was now rubbing her own pussy, ever so slightly. I gave her a nod and she smile back, not even blinking, she didn't want to miss anything. I got back to business and knelt back down between Krissy's legs. I took my cock and began to rub the bulbous head all over her smooth pussy. Her juice was beginning to flow which made lubed it all up nice and slick. I used her fuck juice and smeared it all over her smoothness with my cock. I was using it like a spatula, getting her all primed up and excited. Her body was squirming all around trying to maximize the contact. However, I never let her reach her goal. The anticipation was killing her and that was my angle, to make her wait long enough so she would beg for it. So cruel, but that's what this grudge fuck was all about anyhow. I gently pushed my cock head against her slit. She squirmed a little in an attempt to help get it in. I did not allow her to do that and again, it made her mad. She did not really protest though, as she did not want me to stop. I then pushed hard enough to enter her with just the knob. I slid in an out in very short strokes which drove her crazy. She tried to push her pelvis down for more penetration, but I just pulled back a little not allowing it. After a few minutes of giving her the short dick, she seemed to accept it. I decided it was time to catch her off guard. I jammed my full length into her, balls deep, in one forceful thrust. She gasped deeply and then let out a loud yell. "Oh fuuuuuuckkkkk, that feels so good. Fuck me hard, I want you to fuck me hard and fast NOW." And that's exactly what I did. I reached under her thighs and grabbed her hips and pulled her tight onto my cock. Her legs were draped over my arms and hanging down like limp noodles. She looked extra slutty since she was still wearing the cowboy boots. She was totally mine now, and I knew I could do anything I wanted. I pounded her tight pussy relentlessly and made sure to go as deep as I could as hard as I could. I could feel my balls slap her ass with each thrust. He jiggly boobs bounced up and down in unison with my pounding thrusts. I fucked her hard for a few minutes as I knew I could last a little while, since I already came once earlier. However, I decided I needed to give her the ultimate grudge, which meant rolling her over doggy style. I abruptly stopped which again made her mad, but she did nothing. I grabbed her and rolled her over on all fours which she happily allowed me to do. I pushed her knees and feet together and placed my hand on her upper back, forcing her face and tits down to the table top. Her meaty pussy was now squishing out the back of her inner thighs. I got down on my knees and gave that pussy a good licking. She pushed her hips hard against my face, which I allowed her to do this time. The sweet taste of her cunt drove me crazy and she was so slick with juice, which was now running down her legs. I laid my cock in her pussy crack and kinda laid down on top of her. I rubbed her upper shoulders and her hair and I even gently untied the blindfold, which she didn't even notice. At this point, even if she saw ME fucking her, I don't think she would have cared. "Ohhhhhhhh yeah, that's right, fuck me doggy style. No matter what, fuck me fast and hard. I want your cum deep inside me." Once again, I grabbed her hips and pounded her with all my power. I felt her hand go between her legs as she was rubbing her clit to help herself get off. Every so often, she would lay her fingers on her pussy lips right where my cock was sliding in and out, which gave me an incredible sensation. I looked at Katie, who now had her shorts off and legs spread wide. I have never seen her masturbate before and it really turned me on. She was going to town, rubbing herself and sticking her fingers in and out of her bald meaty pussy. What a sight. Again, she didn't even blink, but gave me a dirty little smile. I returned my attention to Krissy and noticed that her little asshole was all puckered out and was pulsing. What the fuck, this is what its all about. I spit a little glob on her anal sphincter and began to rub it with my thumb. That sent a chill up her spine and she gave a little shudder. I rubbed with enough pressure to indicate that I wanted to insert it in her ass. After a minute, I stuck my thumb up her ass to the first knuckle and her cute little butt hole easily accepted it. Now I knew I would finish her off by fucking her ass. At this point, I really doubted that she would stop me. I eased more and more of my thumb in her ass, while I really wasn't even really fucking her anymore. My dick was still inside her sweet cunt, but I was not doing any thrusting. Seemed as though she was doing a little rocking back and forth, but not so much on my cock as it was on my thumb. Her anal tunnel loosened up enough, that I knew fucking it would be no problem at all. I increased the speed of my thumb in her ass and she was cooing and moaning like crazy. By this point, there was no turning back. When I spoke to her, I did not even whisper any more. What was she going to do, actually stop me? Seriously doubt it.... "What do you think Krissy, ready for me to fuck you in the ass? I know you want it. Just look how good if feels with my thumb up there. Your hot little butt is loving it, isn't it?" The Grudge Fuck The best piece of ass I've ever had -- without a doubt -- was a grudge fuck brought on by my being stupid and yes, there is a story behind it. +++++++++++++++++++++ The story starts in the seventh grade on the playground after school. A bunch of us got together to play a pick up game of softball. It was the fourth inning and I was on first when Norm Snieder hit a single to center. I took off for second and saw Harry Sort pick up the ball and throw it toward Phil Reed who was playing second base. I saw that it was going to be close so I slid into second and when Phil tried to tag me he moved into my way and my slide took his legs out from under him. As he went down I saw the ball drop and roll toward right field and I got up and ran to third just barely beating the throw. Two innings later Phil was on second when Billy Neubert hit one to center and when Phil saw that Mike Liss wasn't going to get to it in time he broke toward me at third and even though the throw went to home to keep him from scoring Phil slid into third with his feet high intending to take me down. I stepped aside, but then Phil deliberately rolled sideways to hit me. I saw it coming so I pulled up my legs and dropped onto Phil with one knee going into his stomach and the other going into his crotch. From that day forward Phil and I were not even close to being friends. From that day forward Phil always tried to get back at me one way or another. A month later on Halloween he soaped the windows on my dad's car and toilet papered the tree in front of our house, but my dad caught him and made him clean up the mess while I sat on the front porch and laughed at him. We went out for basketball and in every drill or practice game Phil would get on the other side and foul me every chance he got. The coaches caught on and as a result he didn't make the team as a starter, but he did ride the bench where I smiled at him every time I made a basket or blocked a shot. When we went out for football it was the same. He was always on the other side when we scrimmaged and we had many a collision. He got in a few good licks, but knowing him like I did I knew what he would probably do and I was usually ready for him and managed to get in a few licks of my own. The coaches saw it, but unlike the basketball coaches they saw it as good aggressive behavior and they let it go on. We both made the team, Phil on defense and me on offence, but I got to have a laugh at his expense when we were elected co-captains. It was the first time in school history that the team didn't have just one captain and it ground on him that he didn't have the honor solo. Academically we were about equal. He was a little better than I was in English and History, but I had him in Math and Science. It didn't surprise me that when I joined the chess club he followed suit. Whenever I was matched up with him he was as intense as could be, but he didn't really have the mindset for chess and he was never able to beat me. I did have to give him his due. I joined the debating team and he followed along. Every time we went head to head he trashed me although no one else ever did. ++++++++++++++++++++ Naturally the animosity carried over into our social lives. If I showed interest in a girl Phil also went after her. We were about fifty/fifty in that area although I did one up him at prom time. I knew who I wanted to take and I knew that as soon as it became known Phil would be after her also so I let it slip in his hearing that I was going to ask Nancy Wilde and sure enough he went right after her and as soon as Nancy said yes and Phil was committed I asked Beverly Holbrook and she said yes. I got the last laugh on that one. At one of the after prom parties that we attended Nancy kneed Phil in the balls, called him an asshole and asked Punky Baggett to give her a ride home. Bev and I proceeded to give each other our cherries and started a relationship that lasted until our second year in college. By then we both realized that although we liked each other a lot we were not really meant for each other. From the time I took her to the prom Phil kept coming onto Bev every time he caught her alone. She told me about it and I explained my relationship with Phil. Bev said: "I can have some fun if you don't mind." "What do you mean?" "He doesn't know that we have decided to just be friends." "So?" "So the next time he hits on me I'll say yes and go out with him. If you are right he will brag about stealing me away from you and when he does I'll shoot him through the grease." And that is just what happened. Phil caught her alone in the student cafeteria, took his shot and Bev said: "I suppose one date won't hurt as long as you promise to never let Rob find out." They dated four times and on the fourth date after a heavy make out session Bev gave him a hand job. Phil responded just like we thought he would. One night he took Bev to a party that I did not attend and he bragged to a couple of people that he had taken her away from me and that she had the screaming hots for him. One of the girls who had heard him bragging asked Bev if it was true. Bev laughed and said: "Hell no. Rob and I had an argument and I dated Phil to spite him. Rob found out about the date with Phil and told me he didn't want any more to do with me. I'm only with Phil until something better comes along. I doubt Phil could take any girl away from anyone. He's not a bad kissed, but he is a bit lacking if you know what I mean." "Lacking?" "I felt sorry for him one night and gave him a hand job or I guess I should say a finger job." "A finger job?" Bev giggled and held up her thumb and forefinger and made an up and down jacking motion. The other girl laughed and in twenty-four hours the story had made the rounds that Phil came up short in the joystick department. It wasn't true of course and any girl that Phil had scored with would know it as would the guys who had shared the showers and locker room with him. He was about the same as ninety percent of us -- just average. Did I feel bad about sort of being part of starting the rumor? Not at all. Given all of the shit I got from Phil I didn't feel bad at all. Phil never approached Bev again. Bev and I still got together from time to time until one day she told me that she had met a guy and she thought that he might just "be the one" and I wished her well. +++++++++++++++++++ The last two years of college I dated maybe a dozen girls and scored with four of them before settling into a relation ship with Pauline French. The one constant during those two years was that Phil tried for every girl I dated, but with no success. At least not until Pauline. Pauline and I were getting along really well and I began to think that we might have something that would last. That is I thought it until I had to leave town to attend a funeral. I got back a day early and headed over to Pauline's to let her know I was back and see if she wanted to do anything that night. I got there just in time to see her get into Phil's Firebird. I followed them to the Landing Strip Lounge and watched as they drank and danced and I was parked two rows behind them as they tongue wrestled. I don't know if it went any farther because I left. Point to Phil, but I guessed I was still ahead where points were concerned. I was back two days before Pauline called and asked me why she hadn't heard from me. "You were so busy with Phil Reed that I didn't want to bother you. Take care Pauline" and I hung up on her. She didn't let it go at that and a day later she caught me in the student book store and asked me what was wrong. I told her about my coming back early and seeing her with Phil. "So what? It was just a date." I explained my relationship with Phil and told her that once she had allowed Phil to touch her she was history. "That's not fair Rob. All we did was neck a little. Nothing else happened." "That's not what Phil is saying. See you around Pauline." Of course Phil had to rub it in. One day he asked me how Pauline and I were getting along and I snarled at him: "As if you didn't already know." "Hey Rob; don't use that tone of voice with me. It isn't my fault that you can't hold onto your woman." I gave him a nasty look and walked away from him. Graduation came and finally Phil was out of my life. I took a job with XYZ Industries and they moved me to their Chicago office. Last I heard of Phil he had moved to Boston to take a job. +++++++++++++++++++++ Five years went by and while I dated a lot I never met a girl who made me want to consider a long term relationship. I had always been into cars. Not racing or muscle cars or anything like that, but I liked working on them. I bought older cars and worked on them to get them in good shape and then sold them to get the money to buy the next one. I would put twenty-five percent of the sale price into savings and when I had enough I would buy a CD. I had a pretty comfortable nest egg built up against the day I might find that 'special lady' and get married. Needing a place to work on the cars I decided to buy a house with an attached garage. I found a nice three bedroom with an attached two car garage that I could afford and I took out a thirty year mortgage and became a home owner. So my life was pretty much work, date once or twice a week and work on my car of the moment. I did have one other activity. Every Wednesday night I played poker with four of the guys I worked with. It was a progressive game in that the antes and bets rotated weekly. One week it would be nickel, dime and quarter and the next week it would go to dime, quarter and half. The third week it would be half, dollar and two dollars and then it went back to nickel, dime and quarter. Don't ask me why it was that way; it just was the way it was when they invited me to join them. The deal rotated and there was a three raise limit. We rotated hosting the game so once every five weeks the game was held at my place. The host provided the refreshments which usually consisted of beer, chips and dips. There were never any big winners because all five of us were conservative players. +++++++++++++++++++ I had just celebrated my fifth year with the company when Phillip Reed came back into my life. XYZ bought out the company Phil worked for. His position was eliminated, but he was offered a spot in Chicago if he was willing to move. He chose to take the move and fate put him in the same division I was in. His first day on the job he spotted me and came over smiling. "Hey Rob, good to see you" he said as he extended his hand. "How have you been?" A little on the wary side I took his hand and shook it and said, "Pretty good and you?" "Could be better. Hated being uprooted in Boston and having to make the move, but you know how it is. Mans got to do what a mans got to do." "You two know each other?" Frank Corbin asked. "Hell yes" Phil said, "We went to grade school, middle school, high school and college together." "Great" Frank said. "That will make settling in a lot easier for you. It's always nice to have some one around that you know when you are starting out." I did not take Phil's greeting and glad handing at face value because I doubted that his feeling toward me had changed. I didn't worry about it though because there wouldn't be any competition between us. We were in the same division, but in different departments. He was in Procurement and I was in Quality Assurance so we would not be competing for promotions and I didn't date any of the women where I worked so he couldn't do anything there. Besides, I saw the wedding ring on his hand. I might have to worry about him sticking a nail under one of my tires in the parking lot, but I didn't really think that likely. With no areas to compete in I figured that I had no worries. I had forgotten about the poker games. How Phil found out about them I had no idea, but he did find out and he found out I was a member of the group. He started dropping hints to Dave, Frank, Mel and Sam about how much he liked to play poker and eventually Mel mentioned that it wouldn't hurt to have some fresh blood in the game and one night Mel asked the rest of us if it would be all right to invite Phil to join us. I wasn't in favor of it, but I kept quiet because everyone else was okay with it. It was obvious to me from the first night he joined us that I was his target. While I and the others played conservatively Phil was a little on the reckless side when he got into a hand where I was betting. If I bet he would call regardless of his hand and try to outdraw me. He never seemed to understand that if I bet or called a bet I had a good hand. If I didn't have the cards I folded. If the game was five card draw, jacks or better to open and I didn't have at least jacks and some one else opened I threw in the hand. He did manage to outdraw me occasionally and of course it was in the cards (no pun intended) that he would be dealt good hands with the same frequency as the rest of us. The fifth night he played with us I was the host. As always happened before the game started the guys wanted to see my latest project. It was a Honda Prelude with a clean interior and an absolutely cherry body. The problems with it were a seized engine and four bald tires. I found a new engine, still in the factory crate, on craigslist.com and had picked up four new tires from the Goodyear dealer. The tires were already on the car and the engine was on my engine hoist ready to drop into the car. "What do you think you can get for it" Sam asked. "I've got thirty-six hundred into it and I should be able to get five and a half out of it." Frank said, "Let me know when you are done with it. I'm looking for a good car for my daughter. I would get the 'good friend' discount, right?" "I'll let you have it for five." The game that night was typical. If I bet Phil would always call. In seven card stud he would stay until the last card if I was still in the hand unless he had absolutely nothing to work with after the first five or six cards. In five card stud he would stay until the fourth card if none of the cards he was holding would beat what I had showing even if he might have paired up and in five card draw he would always stay until after the draw and even then he wouldn't drop out unless he couldn't beat jacks since it was always jacks or better to open. He did have his good nights, but the night at my place wasn't one of them. He never won a hand against me and as I remember it he never won a pot all night. The next day at work Frank asked me what was it with Phil. "He says he loves to play poker, but he doesn't play for shit. If I didn't know better I would think he was just playing to try and beat you." "He always was a little weird back in school. We competed against each other in almost everything. I guess he is just trying to relive those days. It's no big deal." The next week the game was at Phil's place. We were introduced to Phil's wife Sherri and we sat down to play as Sherri set out the refreshments on a long folding table and then she disappeared. I had a lucky night. I won an average of one out of every three hands and in every hand that I won Phil stayed with me all the way to the end. One hand I bet, he raised and I just called. It was five card draw and I two cards. He took one. I bet, he raised, I raised him back and he took the third raise. I called and he smiled as he put down two pair -- aces over jacks. The smile disappeared when I put down my three sevens. Another hand, seven card stud, he bet and I called. I had a seven of spades and a five of clubs showing and he had a pair of queens up. I had a six of spades and an eight of diamonds in the hole and with three cards to go I had a damned good chance to pull a straight or a flush. The fifth card was a nine of hearts which gave me my straight. My sixth card was a jack of spades so I had nothing worth spit showing. My last card was a three of spades which also gave me a flush. Phil only had the queens showing along with an eight and a two so it was possible that he could have had a hidden full house, but I doubted it. I knew he didn't have four queens because Sam had a queen in his hand and between the five hands still showing I could account for almost all of the eights and at least two of the deuces. He could have had a pair in the hole from the git go and matched them on the last card, but knowing Phil as well as I did I knew that he would have been betting his ass off if he had two pair in the first four cards. I know Phil was figuring me for two pair so when Frank checked and I bet Phil raised. Sam called and every one else folded. I raised Phil and he raised me right back. Sam threw in his hand and since three raises were the limit I could only call. Phil turned over the third queen and then I decided to be an asshole. I said: "Help me out here guys. I don't know what I should do." I laid all seven of my cards out and said, "Should I used the straight to beat him or should I use the flush?" The guys all laughed and Phil snarled, "Fucking asshole." By then it was a quarter to ten and our rule was that since we all worked the next day ten o'clock was quitting time for the game. Frank was dealing and he called five card draw, jacks or better progressive. In progressive you start out needing jacks or better to open and if no one has jacks then the next hand dealt requires queens and if no one has queens it goes to kings and if no one has kings it goes back to jacks and it just keeps on going until some one can open. The pot builds because you have to ante for each hand. It was on the third time for queens or better that I caught a pair of kings and opened. Every one called and I took three cards on the draw. Sam took one, Dave took one, Frank drew three and Mel threw his hand in and Phil drew two. I caught a third king and a pair of fours. Since I opened I bet, Sam called, Frank and Dave threw their hands in and Phil raised. I raised him back and Sam folded. Phil made the third raise and I called and then Phil laughed and said: "I've got you this time Rob. Care to make it really interesting?" "I called your raise Phil; just put your cards down." "What's the matter Rob? You never used to back down from me." "What do you have in mind?" "The car you are working on against a weekend with my wife." The rest of the guys looked at him stunned as I said, "You have to be kidding." "I'm not." Frank said, "Are you nuts? This is just supposed to be a friendly penny ante game not a high stakes casino." This is between Rob and me Frank. How about it Rob. You going to back down?" I looked at him and made two quick decisions. I looked at the guys and said: "This asshole has been a thorn in my side since the seventh grade. I thought when I graduated from college and moved away I was done with him forever, but I guess fate just likes to fuck with me." I looked at Phil and said, "I'll take your bet, but win or lose this is the last time I play cards with this group as long as you are in it." I looked at the others and said, "Sorry guys, but I just won't put up with this shithead any more." I turned back to Phil and said, "Okay fuck face I called you. What have you got?" He laughed and laid down four sevens. I shook my head in disgust, tossed my hand into the discard pile and said: "You can pick up the Geo on Saturday." "Geo? I was playing for the Honda Prelude." "No you weren't. You were playing for, and these are your exact words, "The car you are working on." I finished the Prelude last Friday and sold it to Frank for his daughter on Saturday. Monday I bought a trashed out Geo for a hundred bucks and started tearing it down yesterday. You'll need a trailer to pick it up because you damned sure aren't going to be borrowing mine." The Grudge Fuck I stood up and told them I'd see them at work the next day and I left Phil's house. +++++++++++++++++++ The next morning Dave came into my office and said, "After you left we told Phil that he was no longer welcome. The game is at my place next week and we expect to see you there. Okay?" "Okay. And Dave" "Yes?" "Thanks." He smiled gave me a small wave of the hand and left my office. Phil never talked to me Thursday or Friday and he didn't come pick up the Geo on Saturday. Sunday morning I loaded the car on my trailer, drove over to Phil's house, backed into his driveway and pushed the car off the trailer. When it rolled down the ramps it ended up rolling into his front yard. I put the paperwork under the windshield wipers and went on home. I left the trailer hooked and read the Sunday classifieds and by nine that night I had a 1993 Mustang convertible for my next project. I started tearing down the pony on Monday after work. I removed the crushed left fender and the damaged hood and started on the front clip. I found out that the front clip also included the headlights and headlight fairings for both the left and right front fenders so I called it a night. I had just started on the car Tuesday evening when a car pulled into the drive and through the window I saw Sherri Reed get out of the car. I hit the garage door opener and she walked up the driveway and into the garage. She looked at the Mustang and then at me and said: "I came over to thank you for my new yard ornament. I can't say that I care much for the color though. Can a girl get a drink here?" "As long as it's beer." "That'll work." I closed the garage door and led Sherri into the house and into the living room. I told her to have a seat and asked her if she would like to have a glass for her beer and she said just the bottle would be fine. I went to the kitchen and got two PBRs and went back to the living room, handed her one and then sat down in the chair across from her. She took a pull on her bottle and then she said: "Have you ever heard the saying that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned?" "A time or two." "Well it is also true that hell hath no fury like a woman who is totally pissed off." I raised my eyebrows at that and she said, "I was in the kitchen and I heard Phil make that final bet with you. I want you to know that had you won I would not have honored that bet. I have no idea where Phil got the idea to pull such a bone-headed maneuver or even why he thought he could get away with it. When I braced him on it he laughed and said it didn't matter because he knew he had you beat. I reminded him that he was sure he had you beat when he laid down his three queens and you waxed his ass." "Phil has always been stupid when it comes to me." "Why do you say that?" I told her the story of my past with her husband. "What would you have done had you won?" "Nothing. Phil is the asshole; not me." She looked at me for several seconds and then she asked, "Are you the kind of man who could help a girl do something that she wants to do?" "I guess it would depend." I caught Phil cheating on me two years ago and I filed for divorce. He begged me to give him another chance and I got weak minded and took him back. I have no proof, but I'm sure that he is doing it again with a waitress from the Red Lobster. No matter because it was over for us when I heard him make that bet. It is clear to me that he doesn't value me at all. We are done, but he doesn't know it yet. I want to break it off in his ass. Would you like to help me?" "What do you have in mind?" "I've just heard you tell me that he was always trying to take your girls from you. How would you like to take me away from him?" "Again, what do you have in mind?" She stood up and started taking off her blouse as she said, "I'm sure that you will figure it out." Phil had to be a brain dead moron to have to have done anything to risk his marriage to Sherri. She was fantastic! She was an insatiable sex maniac. I don't know if Phil was cheating on her or not, but if he was he was a fool. I led her to my bedroom and she walked right to the bed and got on it. She spread her legs and then just looked at me as if to say: "Why the hell aren't you over here by now?" I got on the bed with her and reached out to caress her right breast and she said: "No. Just fuck me. Don't go slow and don't tease. Just ram it into me." I did as she asked and pushed my cock straight in as hard as I could. She cried out and I thought that I'd hurt her and I began to pull back and she moaned: "Don't you dare! Fuck me, fuck me hard; please God fuck me hard." I did what she wanted and I fucked her hard and at the pace I was going I came in about five minutes. Sherri hadn't even come close to hitting her stride so she was crying: "No, no, no, not yet, please not yet." But when the cock dies it dies and there isn't jack you can do about it. Sherri scrambled to change position and her mouth swallowed my cock and she went to work on it. Oh yes indeed; her husband was a fool. While Sherri was sucking my cock she was moving around and I suddenly found myself looking at her dripping pussy. It was obvious what she wanted and while I was no stranger to eating pussy I had never eaten a pussy with cum seeping out of it. Once Sherrie was in position she pushed her pussy down toward my face and it was decision time. I could scramble out from under or stay. If I stayed I would have a gooey pussy shoved into my face, but I would be getting a world class blow job. If I got out from under Sherrie I could avoid the messy pussy, but the odds were pretty good that the blow job would stop. The blow job won. Sherri's pussy pressed into my face and I began licking her slit. She pressed down harder and my tongue found the hard little nub that was her clit. I licked it and she moaned. I started sucking on it and she squealed. As I licked and sucked away she was squealing, moaning and her body was twisting around and smearing her pussy all over my face. At the same time her head was bobbing up and down on the cock that she had gotten hard. She took her mouth off my cock and I was on the verge of screaming "Don't stop damn it; don't stop" when she lifted her pussy off my face, changed position and slammed -- and I do mean slammed -- her pussy down on my cock. "Oh God" she cried, "So good, so fucking good" and she started to ride me. Her hands pushed down on my shoulders as she raised herself up and then drove her pussy down at me. Her moans were interspersed with groans as she fucked me. That's right; she fucked me. I pretty much lay there as she did all of the work. Having already cum once and hardly doing any of the work I was lasting a long time and I probably would have lasted a lot longer if I could have just lain there, but I had reached the point where I had to get off. I put my arms around Sherri and rolled her over putting her on her back and then I started driving into her. She screamed and her hands clawed at my back as she pushed up at me. I pounded her harder and faster and she hollered out "Oh Fuck Yes!" as she had an orgasm and seconds later I had mine. I fell to the bed next to her and she rolled onto her side and snuggled in next to me. "That was awesome lover" and she reached for my cock and started fondling it. I wondered if I could stay up with her. It took her almost ten minutes, but she did get me up and I moved over her and we made it for a third time before I got us both off. She cuddled up to me, tucked her head into my shoulder and in less that a minute she was asleep. I was still contemplating on what had just happened when I nodded off. I woke up in the morning with a hard on and Sherri already had it in her hands. As my eyes opened she said: "Wakey, wakey sleepy head. We need to start the day out right" and she bent her head down and swallowed the head of my cock. This is the way God meant for a man to be woken up I thought as Sherri worked her magic on me. After a minute or two she pulled me on top of her and we made slow easy love until we both got off and then we showered. Separately or we never would have gotten out of the house. As she dressed I asked, "Now what will you do?" "Depends on how far you are willing to go with me." "How far do you want me to go?" "Would you like a house guest for a while?" "I hate to keep asking the same question over and over, but what do you have in mind?" "When I get home he will demand to know where I've been all night and I'll tell him I spent the night with my lover. Then I'll tell him I'm leaving him for my lover. I won't name you, but I'll remind him of the first time I caught him and then I'll mention the waitress at the Red Lobster and tell him that I decided that if he could cheat so could I and it was just plain bad luck for him that the guy I cheated on him with was so much better in bed that I decided to move in with him. And you know what? It is the truth." For an answer I got up and went over to the dresser and got the house key off my key ring and gave it to her. She smiled and said: "I'll be here when you get home tonight." "I'll be late. Its poker night and the game is at Dave's." "I'm not worth you skipping a poker game?" "Of course you are, but by the time the guys go to work tomorrow they will know of my good fortune and I'm sure that they will enjoy finding some way to let Phil know what I let them know. Are you good with that?" "Oh yes. It is exactly what I want." "You need to know that the guys are a fun loving bunch and the next time the game is here there will be a lot of joking and clowning about me betting you on a hand. It will just be joking, but can you handle it?" "You will be surprised at what I can handle." ++++++++++++++ That night I told the guys what happened and they all laughed and the consensus was that Phil deserved it. I asked them if somehow over Thursday and Friday they could find a way to let Phil know that his wife had moved in with me and they told me that they would find some way to 'accidently' let it drop. I don't know how they did it, but Friday at eleven Phil came storming into my office and called me a rotten son of a bitch. "What the hell is wrong with you Phil?" "You know damned well what is wrong. You and my wife; that is what is wrong." "Hey Phil, don't use that tone of voice with me" I said repeating the exact words he'd said to me after the deal with Pauline, "It isn't my fault that you can't hang on to your woman." He made as if to come across the desk at me and I stood up and said, "Do it Phil; please do it, please please do it." He stopped, backed up and walked out of my office. ++++++++++++++++++++ That happened three years ago. Sherri divorced Phil and Phil couldn't handle knowing that everyone he worked with knew that his wife had left him to come and live with me so he quit and moved out of state. And Sherri? She is still living with me only now she is living there as my wife and I'm pleased to say that she is seven months pregnant with twins. The guys do kid her when we play at my place. Just last night Sam asked her if was okay for me to bet her on a hand and she said: "It is okay with me," and then she paused briefly before saying, "As long as he is holding a Royal Flush." The Grudge Fuck "No, not my ass. I don't even let my husband do that." "It's ok, I'll take care of everything and it won't hurt a bit." "No, please don't fuck my ass." "Sorry baby, but you're getting it, so get ready." I didn't even really give her a chance, I just went for it. Other than that little verbal protest, she did not try to stop me physically. It was almost if she wanted me to fuck her ass, but she wanted me to beg her to let me. But since she made no physical effort to stop, she was going to get it. I pulled my thumb from her ass and my dick from her sloppy wet cunt. I didn't even really need any lube as her pussy juice on my cock and my spit in her butt hole already seemed to help. Katie was still getting herself off. She fingered herself at warp speed with two fingers in that beautiful cunt of hers. By now, she was almost laid out flat with her legs in the air going at it. She looked at me and mouthed the words. 'Go ahead, fuck my sister's ass.' She reached over and grabbed a little bottle of lube and tossed it over. I went ahead and added a few drops to the mess that was already coating my sister's sweet little butt hole. I grabbed my aching tool and rubbed my knob all over her puckered anal ring. Her ring pulsed and looked like it was blowing me kisses. I pushed the knob in and her anal ring clamped it tightly. "Ohhhhhh god, I can't believe your gonna fuck my ass". "Believe it bitch, because her it comes." I slid my cock into her a little at a time and she graciously took it. After a couple minutes, I was balls deep and she never even whimpered. I started to slide my full length in and out of her at a slow deliberate pace. She seemed more and more accustomed to it and was making plenty of slutty sounds. No denying it, she was liking it. I could feel her ass muscles constrict and grip my cock with some serious pressure. Her ass was trying to milk the life out of me. I finally grabbed her hips and started to thrust in and out of her a little harder. "Go ahead, fuck my ass. Fuuuuckkkkkkkk, that feels good, just don't stop. Cum deep in my ass." Then I really picked up the pace and fucked the bitch's ass furiously. I gave it to her as deep and hard as I could. My balls were tight as could be and I knew where I was going to deposit my load, deep in my hot and slutty sister's asshole. It was a beautiful sight seeing her sweet butt hole taking my cock and I knew I wouldn't last long. After a minute or two of giving her ass a good forceful reaming, it was going to happen. "Here you go baby, I cumming deep in your ass. That's where it's going." "Yeah, in my ass, put it all in there. I want all that cum deep in my ass. Give it to me now." A couple more thrusts and I began to shoot the first load while my cock was deep. My balls were aching and wanted this release more than anything. Katie jumped up and came over for a closeup view. She was wide eyed with the excitement of see my cock up her sister's ass. She helped spread Krissy's butt cheeks and I pulled my cock out until just the knob was still in her. Her sphincter ring gripped my pulsing cock head and helped squeeze out the next shot. Katie wrapped her little hand around my tool and helped milk the jizz out. For the third shot, I removed my cock from her ass completely and drizzled some thick globs onto her pulsing sphincter ring and pussy. Of course, Katie jerked the last of my load onto her sister with a shit eatin grin on her face. Krissy must have puckered her muscles as some cum was oozing out of her puckered butt hole. It combined with the other cum that I shot on her ass and bulging pussy. The whole mess was dribbling down the back of her thighs and legs. My cum loving slut wife actually licked the cum from her own sister's pussy and sucked it all off the back of her legs. When Katie's tongue hit Krissy's jizzed pussy, she just about jumped off the table, but she allowed it to happen and didn't say a word. Just seeing that, almost made my cock hard and cumming again. That was the icing on the cake. I don't think it really sunk in for Krissy. Her own sister just licked and sucked the cum from her ass, pussy and legs, and she didn't even realize it. What a total slut. Either that or she just didn't care. While everybody was still breathing heavy and still in position, Katie spoke up. "What do you think honey? Think she like fucking her brother?" Krissy rolled over faster than a fat kid eats cake. The look on her face was priceless as she finally saw who just gave her the fuck of her life. AND, she saw that her own sister licked all the cum off her hot sweaty body. She seemed lost for a moment, trying to take it all in and make sense of it. She was just fucked into the next dimension by me......her brother. Not once did she ever resist, not even the anal stuff. Hell, she even begged me to fuck her at several different times. Being the good brother-in-law that I am, I was more than glad to help. However, she turned into a raging bitch all over again. Screaming and yelling like her typical self. "What the fuck is wrong with you two? How could you do this to me? Are you totally psycho letting your bastard husband fuck me? And you let him fuck my ass too! Oh god I can't believe it! And you just sat there and watched it. Oh shit, and then you licked his cum from my pussy. You people are really fucked up." "Actually, I masturbated while I watched and that's the first time he's ever seen me do that. But you know, you might want to be a little more appreciative as you DID ask for it over and over you know. If you want, I can always replay the video and show you." Krissy turned pale and looked over her shoulder where Katie was pointing. Our video camera was set on a tripod the whole time. Katie had the remote and zoomed in and out as necessary. The table was turned at the perfect angle and I manipulated Krissy as need to get the best penetration shots ever. "You might want to start being a little nicer to us." I said. "You never know when this might come back to bite you in the ass." Krissy got up and stormed out of the room. Katie and I sat on the couch totally spent. I will never really know why my devilish wife allowed me to fuck her sister, but it was her idea and her plan. So who was I to argue with the boss? We didn't see Krissy until early in the morning before she left for the airport. Nobody said anything at all regarding the events of last night. However, she DID seem a little more at ease and not quite as mad. Maybe she believed that we would actually blackmail her with it. Or maybe she actually realized that she loved the nasty fucking that I gave her. Either way, she was just a little different from her regular self. Katie had me drive Krissy to the airport by myself. She wanted to see if Krissy would give me shit about the event. Krissy was more worried that her husband was going to see her walking funny when she got home. I wore her out so bad, that she was sore as hell. Other than that, we did not speak anymore about it. Once at the airport, we hugged goodbye and then she shocked me. She pulled me close, grabbed my butt and gave me deep, wet French kiss. And then the only words she spoke........ "Thanks for everything you did to me last night. And I DO MEAN EVERYTHING."