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Fists of Repentance Ch. 01

By: Stardog Champion



The satellite radio system that came with the new SUV her and her Husband Craig had bought had been nothing short of a blessing for 33 year old Leslie Griffen. They'd decided to purchase the Land Rover six months earlier, just before she was due to deliver her third child, a daughter named Jeni that was now almost 3 months old, simply because with their third brought into the world, the family would soon outgrow any car they could find.

A devout Catholic and extremely active in her church, it took every bit of Leslie's love for humanity and adherence to God's teachings however to keep her from going crazy as she learned to navigate the beast of a vehicle through the suburban asphalt jungle of the Santa Clara, California neighborhood her family called home.

Thankfully she had found a Christian music station on the satellite radio system to play constantly when she was battling for space on the road with hundreds of others just like her, crammed into oversized 'soccer mom mobiles', shuttling their kids to and fro under the glorious California sun. Without the steady and relaxing music to remind her of everything her upbringing in the church had taught, only God knows what sort of primal witch might have been unleashed as the horrible drivers around Leslie cut her off, wouldn't allow her to merge, or worse as she shuffled around town.

That Saturday had proved to be just like most others. Leslie had just started feeling somewhat back to her normal self and had a million errands that had piled up while she recovered from her pregnancy. It was also early September so she had once again become a chauffeur for her 6 and 8 year olds boys as they went in all directions with their school functions and friends. 

She had just dropped each off at separate friends' houses and was preparing to make her way to the mall to do some much needed shopping for herself and the home. Her Husband Craig had offered to spend the day at home babysitting their newborn daughter so Leslie was gonna make hay while the sun was shining. She'd told him she would probably be out for at least 3 hours, maybe 4 or 5 if the boys had been good when she picked them up, she might take them to a movie since they had been somewhat neglected attention wise with the new baby in the house.

Just as she was about to make the left hand turn into the mall's parking lot, Leslie reached into her purse to fish out the bottle of medication she needed to get re-filled for one of her sons when it dawned on her that she had left it on the kitchen counter.

"Shhhheeff," Leslie groaned, coming as close to cursing out of frustration as she could when she realized she'd have to drive all the way back home to get it. 

She knew she could call her husband up and her could drive out to meet her, but that would require him loading up the baby and after all, he'd sacrificed his Saturday golf game to give her a day out of the house. It just wouldn't be right to put him through all that when she had a full tank of gas in the SUV and no deadlines to meet. In fact, Leslie's stomach was growling so much, she decided to stop for a quick lunch all by herself to just enjoy eating a meal, in peace, that someone else fixed and cleaned up after, before driving back home to get the prescription.

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The first cautionary tip-off that something might have been amiss was when Leslie made the left onto the street where she lived and saw an unfamiliar car parked in her driveway. The white Jetta looked vaguely familiar, but inside Leslie's rushed and cluttered mind she couldn't quite place it as she walked towards the house. She expected to find Craig lounging on the living room sofa when she made her way inside, or perhaps rocking their newborn daughter in the recliner, but when she swung open the unlocked storm door and stuck her head inside, all she heard was silence. Another small but unsettling wave rippled through her intestines as the lack of sound in the house permeated her senses.

"Maybe Craig's still upstairs taking a nap or getting into the shower," Leslie told herself even though she began to sense something might be wrong.

Making the short walk from the living room to the kitchen to fetch her Son's prescription, Leslie neatly tucked the bottle into her purse before turning her attention back to her eerily silent house. Wearing her soft-soled tennis shoes, Leslie's 135 pound frame barely made a sound as she brushed lightly across the floor.

Deciding to make a quick detour upstairs just to check on her 3 month old Daughter, Leslie briskly climbed the carpeted stairs and the first thing she saw when she got to the top of was her baby sleeping peacefully in her crib. Leslie stood at the edge of the crib for several seconds, admiring her sleeping child before turning to look in her bedroom for any sign of her Husband.

Just as Leslie was about to call out his name, a sliver of something she remembered when she first walked into the house a minute earlier came back to her.

"The door in the hall that goes down to the basement was ajar when you came in," Leslie reassuringly told herself. "I bet Craig's down there cleaning up his shop like he said he might today." 

An invisible weight seemingly lifted off her shoulders, Leslie went to kiss her sleeping baby goodbye on the forehead before turning to walk back downstairs. Strolling towards the door that led to the basement, Leslie cracked it open a little further but an instant before she was about to lower her right foot down on the top step, a third wave of trepidation suddenly clutched her throat. Unlike the initial two that had most likely been products of a stressed and overactive imagination, this one crested squarely in each ear.

There was a muffled and difficult to hear mixture of what sounded like some sort of straining and heavy breathing coming from deep within the basement. Had Craig somehow hurt himself down there or did he have the TVon maybe while he worked?

Leslie was sure she could make out a voice but she grew cold and antsy trying to decipher it, knowing it sounded much softer than her Husband's normally gruff and circumspect tone. Standing frozen at the top of the stairs, Leslie held her breath listening to the jumbled sounds, allowing the implication of them to mix with seeing the strange car parked in the driveway and the fact that her Husband was nowhere to be found.

Again Leslie had to ask herself if it was a sound of distress coming form downstairs, but as she continued to absorb the echoes radiating from the basement, she had no choice but to accept that they were becoming more rhythmic and clear.

Leslie's desperately racked her brain, trying to figure out an alternate, and perfectly innocent explanation for what she girded herself to see when she descended the steps, but the stone cold and eternal pragmatist inside Leslie just knew. Stealth on her part wasn't at all necessary. It was clear from the unabated and intensifying sounds rising from the bowels of the basement that the people causing them had no clue there was anyone else in the house except for a sleeping baby two floors up.

Despite the dam burst of confusion, rage and pain that would soon spill from her, the act of actually walking down those dark steps and witnessing the intertwined bodies of her half naked Husband and the girl he was fucking was almost clinical. Leslie didn't scream or yell, or so much as make a sound. Instead she just stood there with morbid calm, taking in the image of a totally naked young girl straddling Craig on the old sofa they'd taken downstairs when they had bought their new living room suit.

Still concealed in the shadowy sheath of the stairwell, Leslie was free to commit every measured detail of what she was seeing to memory. Once she'd seen the girl's short blonde hair and the side profile of her trim, athletic frame, it only took Leslie a few seconds to recognize the teenage girl grinding down fiercely on top of her Husband. It was Britney Moran.

Now 19, Leslie and her Husband had met Britney and her parents soon after moving to Santa Clara, at the church they all attended. Britney couldn't have been anymore than 12 or 13 at the time and they had watched as she had grown up to be a very lovely, if not troubled, young woman.

>From her conversations with Britney's parents at church functions,

Leslie knew Britney had spent her Freshman year at UCLA, but the gossip around the congregation was that Britney had fallen victim to the same potholes many of the girls her age do, namely men and substance abuse. Leslie had heard the Britney was on academic suspension from school for a semester but she hadn't seen her anywhere around town or at church on Sundays.

Never once however did Leslie ever have an inkling that her Husband had any interest in Britney, and Leslie liked to think she had a good radar about such things. He had never so much as even mentioned her name outside of church in all the years they'd lived there.

But as Leslie stared on, it was clear from the way Craig and Britney's bodies melded and reacted to one another's that this wasn't the first time they'd ever made love. And on and on it went until the couple's furious, humping pace had caused the old sofa to bang repeatedly into the wall behind it.

The knuckles of Leslie's right hand turned white as she griped the railing, wincing from the sound of her Husband and Britney's groins slapping loudly together. Her left foot on the third step from the landing and her right on the fourth, Leslie stood there motionless and watched the way Craig's strong hands reached up and squeezed the teenage girl's firm breasts, eagerly caressing them between his fingers and palms as she incessantly drilled her cunt down on top of his jutting shaft.

"Oh Yeah..UHH..UHHH..YEAH BABY...fuck me back with that sweet wet..fucking tight pussy of your's Brit," Leslie heard her Husband's raspy voice echo through the darkened basement, his voice raising an octave each time the young girl methodically tightened the grip of her cunt around his cock. Leslie could see the fiery look of wanton joy in her Husband's eyes as he endured Britney's grinding assault on his manhood.

"You like that, huh?" Britney grinned with lurid sarcasm, angling her hips in short quick circles on top of Craig's crotch, seeming to savor every last ounce of having total control of the married, father of three.

"GOD..YEESSSS," Craig groaned shamelessly in reply, the Adam's apple bobbing continuously in his throat as he allowed himself to be overwhelmed by the 19 year old's vaginal acumen.

Craig's feet trembled and shook on the dusty carpet as Britney humped her 115 pounds down on top of him.

Leslie found herself mesmerized by the violent, yet graceful way Britney's entire body worked, all her muscles seeming to fire in unison as she ground her knees into the sofa cushions to each side of Craig, twisting her hips round and round as her torso pistoned up and down. It was almost like watching a machine made of soft flesh, gristle and bone come to life.

Taking one step further down the stairs, still holding tight to the railing with her hands, Leslie left foot brushed up against the discarded pink and white tee-shirt Britney had removed, or allowed Craig to do so for her, as they'd descended the steps. Close to it was the young girl's beige bra and as Leslie looked down she could faintly make out the tag, 36 C. Following the trail of discarded and intertwined clothing, it led straight to the sofa when the unholy coupling continued to grind as one.

Leslie couldn't help looking up at Britney and watching the way the teenager's naked breasts danced on her chest, while not much larger than Leslie's own 36 B's, they seemed so much more rounder, fuller and firmer as her own Husband anxiously kneaded them with his eager hands.

"You like my tight pussy?" Leslie heard Britney interrogate her Husband. "Tighter than your wife's aint it?"

"...Yes...," Craig's raspy reply trickled from his lips, his head now swaying side to side on the back of the sofa. 

"She's never fucked you this good has you?" Britney's query was unrelenting as she clenched her vaginal muscles tighter around his buried cock to make sure to illicit a response.

"Nobody ever has," Craig gasped for air, his honesty apparent in his dazed desperation. 

Keeping her right hand tight on the railing, Leslie clenched her left hand to her breasts, feeling them heave against her trembling palm as her heart pounded angrily in her chest.

"Damn right her pussy's tighter and breasts are defying gravity" Leslie's inner venom spewed under her stoic and silent surface. "I've birthed three children for you, you Sonofabitch and nursed all three too!!"

The coupling on the sofa remained undaunted and unaware of Leslie's presence, continuing to fuck ever more violently until Britney leaned forward and caressed her soft bouncing breasts against each side of Craig's face.

Leslie's tongue felt as thick as a rolled up towel as it crumpled back into her throat, yet like a passer-by sizing up the calamity of a train wreck, her eyes were focused like two pinpoint lasers watching Britney fuck her Husband.

Even though Craig's face was shielded by the way Britney had smothered him with her ample cleavage, Leslie could begin to see the tell-tale signs of her Husband's impending release. From the way his right elbow began to flail outwards, to the way each of his knees would buckle and twitch, to the rising guttural moan leaving his lungs, Leslie has heard and felt all of those same idiosyncrasies the hundreds of times they'd had sex. Once again, Leslie felt another kidney punch of indignity having to watch another woman, in this case a girl who was almost young enough to be their daughter bringing out those same reactions in her Husband.

Taken another step down the stairs, Leslie was now on a horizontal plain with the two. Britney and Craig's upper torsos were now melded together as she slowed her vaginal thrusts, from blinding quick stabs down to primal and scouring, almost methodical twists and turns with her cunt on the Craig's cock, as if she too had learned, in short order, the secret cues of the married man's impending orgasm.

Craig's rising groans filling her head, Leslie had grown so use to those sounds being associated with the tactile feel of his cock driving inside her that Leslie swore she could actually feel him inside her at that moment, despite the fact she was watching him fuck another woman right in front of her.

By now, Leslie had both feet flat on the landing staring directly at Britney grind on top of her Husband, she and Craig seeming to race towards the finish line together in what was to be a perfectly timed and mutually shared climax. Any hope that happening however was quashed when Britney shifted her head lower and began kissing Craig's neck, creating just enough of a sightline that when Craig's head rolled to the right, his eyes were opened just enough to see the blurry outline of his wife standing 15 feet away.

Having looked in those same eyes over a million times, Leslie was sure she'd seen every emotion Craig was capable of, but as his eyes fixed on her and began to freeze in their sockets, Leslie knew it was a look she'd never seen from him or any other human being in her entire life. Like seeing a child that had just done bad, as much as it hurt her to see what Craig had done, Leslie loved him and it crippled her in that instant to the marrow to see him in such a confused and helpless state.

Oblivious to it all, Britney continued humping down on Craig's crotch despite the fact that his body had grown still and his eyes had locked on his wife's icy hot stare. The only 6 inch sliver of Craig's being that hadn't frozen up after seeing Leslie was his penis, which was past the point of no return. Britney continued squeezing her pussy like a tight velvet fist around Craig's manhood until the seed that was now at a pure boil inside his balls had began it's irrepressible voyage upwards.

"AAAA..HHHHH.....Yeah Baby...just hold on for a few more seconds....that's it...yeeeaaahhhhh.....keep fucking me baby..ahhhh..keep fucking me...I'm about to cum Craig....just hold on..just hold on...," Britney's voice squealed with a youthful zeal, her cunt with a death grip all the way down to the base of the married man's penis as his heavy balls bounced warmly under her bare and grinding asscheeks.

Lost in the blindness of her own approaching release, Britney clawed her fingernails hard into Craig's scalp, holding on for dear life on top of him as the freight train of her orgasm slammed down the tracks.

"Make me cum Baby..Come on ...Make me cum..then shoot your cum deep inside me and put out that fire" Britney pleaded like a little naughty school girl into Craig's ear, still unaware his wife was there taking it all in.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH FFUUCCKKKKKKKKK..... GGAAWWWDDDDD DAAAMMMMMIIITTTTTT," she finally screamed like a sexually starved beast when she went over the edge, feeling secure in Craig's arms, and safe the knowledge from their previous rendezvous in the basement that her cries of passion wouldn't carry to any of the neighboring homes.

Just as Britney's entire body began contracting with rapid fire concussions of orgasmic release, she felt the first strand of Craig's molten hot semem shoot deep inside her pussy, followed quickly by another then another. Grabbing him tighter around the neck, Britney could feel every vein and ridge of the older man's now familiar penis as it fired inside her, but unlike every other time they'd made love, the rest of Craig felt distant, if not even there.

Pulling her head away from Craig's shoulder as the waves of her release continued to ricochet through her flesh, Britney saw Craig looking to his right. Following the path of his gaze, it wasn't long before she too saw Leslie standing there, staring a hole in them.

At that moment the trinity was complete, everyone in the basement knew what was happening. But there was a pause for all three as if no one knew quite what to do next. Britney didn't move a muscle or even utter a word, not out of fear so much as a primal and sick desire to catalogue Leslie's horrified expression to memory. Trapped under Britney's weight, her 19 year old vaginal sheath still clinging tightly to his cock as his spilled seed sloshed inside her, there was no hope for him moving at that moment either.

An unsettling frailty suddenly swept through Leslie as she stood there, unable to make a move. It was as if Leslie was the one stripped naked in that basement, not the other two. She had just waited there watching a girl half her age, the Daughter of church friend's for Godsakes, fuck her Husband right in front of her, and she couldn't do anything about it. And in Leslie's moment of her own self-recognized weakness, suddenly there was a currency shift of sorts and she could see in Britney's eyes that the young girl had somehow honed in on her vulnerability. 

Feeling Craig's semen swimming inside her vagina as he sat motionless and silent below, his dick still half hard inside her, Britney inexplicably rocked her hips forward and began rotating them in slow, rhythmic and ruthless circles once again, as if to lather every nook and cranny of her cunt with his sperm, the whole time never taking her eyes off Leslie as she did it.

It takes a brazen enough woman to fuck another woman's Husband, right in the woman's very own home while she's just out running errands. Britney knew if she and Craig kept it up, eventually they'd get caught but like with many of the bad judgments she'd made over the past few years, Britney never really gave much thought to the grave potential consequences of her actions.

Actually confronted now with Craig's wife standing between her and her escape from the house, Britney should have been mortified. Perhaps it was the controlled substances in her system or something even less tangible, but she felt no fear at that moment. The way Leslie stood like an impotent statue at the foot of the stairs, Britney could have easily stood up and got dressed and never had to look back, but instead she continued to rock back and forth tauntingly on Craig's lap.


Fists of Repentance Ch. 01



Returning Leslie's blistering gaze with almost a smirking scorn of accomplishment, through the obvious hurt and revolution in the married woman's face, Britney swore she could see a glimpse of something else.

Leslie's lips quivered and her throat continually rose and fell as she clutched both hands to her chest, her stomach turning when Britney finally did stand up and dismounted Craig, allowing his cumsmeared cock to slip free from her puffy and sparkling pink slit.

Leslie's skin crawled and the prickly tingling torturing her spine drifted all the way down to her toes as she watched the casual way Britney seemed to ease off Craig, first lifting her left knee off the sofa and putting her foot on the floor, followed by her right. An audible croak escaped Leslie's throat when Britney turned to face her, naked as the day she was born.

Almost the same height as Britney, that's where all the similarities between the two women ended. Almost a decade and a half older than the teenage girl, it was expected that Britney would have a trimmer frame and be much more toned than Leslie, and the difference in that department between them was readily apparent. Having just had her third child only exasperated the issue.

Leslie had strawberry blonde hair that was naturally curly but rarely primped and a pale white skin tone that clearly showed her her Northern European descent. Britney on the other hand had stylishly short, platinum blonde hair with glittering highlights and a golden tan over most of her lean and athletic body, only broken up by the outline of an obscenely skimpy two piece bathing suit that had only left a skant tanline around her breasts and privates.

The young girl now no more than 10 feet in front of her, Leslie couldn't prevent her eyes from drifting down over Britney's exposed body. Fixating to the point of embarrassment on the girl's breasts which were only a little larger than her own, yet still seemed to defy gravity as they hung from her chest, Leslie eyelids fluttered as Britney continued to just stand there. Even in the dim light of the basement and the flow of salty water welling in her eyes, Leslie could see the reddened areas on Britney's titties where Craig had squeezed with his fingers as well as the places he'd caressed with his mouth that would surely prove to be hickeys the next day. Britney's nipples rose like two juicy cherries from her bubblegum pink areolas as she freely allowed Leslie to study her nudity.

A quick, meek cough left Leslie's throat when she allowed her gaze to drift even lower to see the smoothly shaved expanse of Britney's pubic area and the way her Husband's spent semen coated the girl's stretched labia in a thick white dew.

For the moment, Leslie eyes had left Craig completely, and for that he was thankful just to be out of the line of her seering and sweltering gaze, even if it was just for the time being. Deep down he knew there would be long days ahead for him and his wife, but for now all he could do was sit tight on the sofa watching the next few moments play out.

Face to face with Britney, it allowed every flaw Leslie felt about her body, real or imagined, to be measured up against the teenage beauty. And in each one she lost. It was clear from the way Britney was reacting she understood on some base level the dynamics as well, and that only added to her sick satisfaction after screwing Leslie's husband right in front of her.

Britney could even see Leslie's knees trembling as she lazily took a few steps in the older woman's direction, not to confront her, only to pick up the sweatpants she'd worn over to the house. Patiently putting one leg in at a time before pulling them up, Britney went about putting her clothes back on with a lot more gentle ease than the way she and Craig had savagly and wantonly ripped them off a half hour earlier. With her pants pulled up, Britney then reached down and grabbed her tee-shirt before putting it back on as well.

Without a word, Britney gracefully eased past the mute married woman and headed upstairs. Leslie even heard the girl slipping her tennis shoes back on and it registered inside her head that she had seen them by the door when she had first walked back into the house to get her Son's prescription.

"How could I have not known?" Leslie asked herself over and over, both in a specific and general sense as the front door closing behind Britney echoed down to the basement. 

Looking down on the floor, another nauseating wave swept through Leslie's soul seeing that Britney had purposefully left her panties laying there, as if she wanted to leave a crude but unmistakable reminder of where she'd been and what she'd done.

Biting down hard on the meat under her right thumb to keep from exploding, Leslie managed to muster the strength to turn her gaze back up to her Husband who'd thankfully found his shorts and put them back home.

All the beautiful things life have provided for them seemed to crumble around Leslie and Craig as they sized each other up. Every last bit of anger and betrayal flowing through Leslie finally exploded in one continuous, screaming howl of pain, aimed directly at her Husband's dire face.

"WWWAAAAAHHHH," Leslie's cry reverberated through the house until she careened forward and crashed into Craig's arms.

At first Leslie tried to wriggle and twist out of his grip but eventually she relented, allowing the man who had destroyed everything she'd ever taken for granted to support her as she leaked a river of tears against his chest.

Stomping her feet on the floor and beating Craig's shoulders awkwardly with her small fists as he held her, Leslie's Husband of 12 years stood there, absorbing every last bit of his Wife's spewing anger until she was nothing more than a sobbing rag doll in his arms.

"How could you...how could you....?" she begged over and over, dreading the answer if Craig ever did decide to explain 'why'.

Eventually, Craig was able to help Leslie upstairs, knowing their lives as they knew it would never be the same.

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It didn't take Leslie long to realize that murdering Craig, much less divorcing him, wasn't an option. If she didn't have enough courage to make a stand while Britney was flaunting her conquest right in her face, there was no way Leslie could take such drastic measures in dissolving her marriage. Not to mention the hurdles she'd face with the church and social circle.

Not that she probably didn't have the gumption to serve papers on him, or simply put an ice pick through his groin, somewhere deep down in the abyss of her psyche, but as soon as Leslie freed herself from the Hellish confines of the basement, she ran upstairs and did the one thing she always did when it seemed like the world had become too much. She went straight for her newborn's room, gently grabbed the sleeping baby from its slumber and sat down in the rocking chair and rocked her until Leslie's own heartbeat had slowed and synchronized to the pace of the child's, the whole time soaking in the baby's warmth and unconditional love.

A few moments later Craig ducked into the room and quietly took a seat in the chair beside Leslie. It stabbed him to the core watching her rock their newborn in her arms, knowing how selfish he'd been and how he'd put everything they'd built in life in terrible jeopardy for a meaningless couple of fucks with a troubled teenage girl. Craig knew right then that would be the last he'd ever see of Britney alone. Leslie however couldn't say the same.

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Leslie could not believe Britney had the nerve to show up at church after she'd caught the girl having sex with her Husband in the family basement the day before. It just spoke to the girl's unconscionable nerve and lack of decency, yet there she was sitting three rows up on the left, right beside her parents and little brother, wearing a sweet and innocent looking cream colored sundress and a matching flower in her hair. 

"How can she just sit there in front of God and everyone with that kind of evil in her heart?" Leslie groused, wanting more than anything to march right over there and grab the teenage girl by the throat and choke the devil right out of her.

Leslie knew if she did anything of the sort however, that it would open up the Pandora's Box of allowing the world outside of herself, her Husband and Britney to know what had been going on. Leslie had decided she could live with the knowledge and keep it concealed in the deepest recesses of her soul, but she didn't think she could stand having the 'gossip machine" that served as everyone she knew ever finding out. Every illusion of the ideal life she'd created and fostered in the church and community would be permanently soiled.

Her blood beginning a slow boil, Leslie tried concentrating on the soothing and redemptive words of the Priest's sermon, but every 10 seconds or so she found her gaze drifting in Britney's direction. A few minutes later, almost as if Britney had eyes in the back of her head knowing Leslie was watching, Britney swung her head around far enough to lock eyes on Craig before casting him a demure smile and subtle wink.

"That homewrecking tramp," Leslie muttered under her breath, not even sure if Craig had noticed the young girl's flirtatious gesture.

A little further into the service, Britney turned to her right once again, this time licking her lips and casting Craig a gaze that only someone with carnal knowledge of the other could give.

This time Craig certainly noticed and sat up smiling in his seat even though everyone else in the church, other than those three, still seemed totally focused in their pews on the Priest.

"Craig..let's get out of here!" Leslie wanted to lean over and say but didn't, knowing the embarrassment it would cause having everyone in the congregation turn to watch them leave.

"Only have to hold out another 20 minutes and then we'll be out of here..we'll just have to make some other seating arrangements if she decides to keep popping up here every Sunday," Leslie bristled to herself, looking down at her watch to see how much longer church would last.

The time it took Leslie to gaze down at her right wrist and back up however, Britney had stood up and slipped by her seated parents then began the short walk up the aisle, straight towards Craig. Instinctively, Leslie felt her fingernails flair out as if she was an agitated cat preparing to strike.

Her back trembling against the support of the pew, Leslie's eyes widened with rage watching Britney calmly ease closer, a twisted and angelic smile plastered across her flawless, youthful face. Leslie quickly looked over at Craig for any hint of help but he just sat there stoically, welcoming Britney's approach.

The Priest continued unabated with his sermon and no one else in the church had paid much attention yet to what was unfolding at the edge of the Griffen's row. Leslie was on the verge of lunging straight for Britney, but she suddenly felt as if her ankles had somehow been shackled invisibly to the floor.

In a last ditch attempt to appeal to Britney's parents' sense of decency, Leslie tried to yell up to where the Moran's were sitting to tell them to come and reign in their out of control Daughter. The words hung like rotten meat in her mouth allowing only a raspy, garbled moan to slip from her lips however, which did begin to draw the attention of those seated around her. Within a few seconds, the horrible sound of church-goers whispering under their cupped hands filled Leslie's ears, not to mention the weight of their curious gazes sizzling on her cold pale skin.

The time it took for all that sensory input to register in Leslie's head, the young teenage tart had raised her right knee forward and dropped it in the V of Craig's crotch. Leslie's muscles had seemingly turned to molasses forcing her to do nothing but just sit there and watch as Britney lowered her mouth down on top of Craig's while her knee rubbed adamantly at his straining groin.

"DAMMITT..STOP..CRAIG...STOP," Leslie mouthed hysterically, her insides squirming seeing the way her Husband's erection pressed out the front of his Sunday slacks against the girl's exposed knee and lower thigh. 

Britney and Craig's lips mashed together loudly, causing everyone in the congregation to now twist and turn to see Leslie's Husband fondle and kiss the 19 year old girl right in the middle of the church. Despite the mayhem of the moment, with almost the same absurdity of formality and procedure as the baptismal scene at the end of the first Godfather film, the Priest in the church continued his sermon without a notice of the debauchery playing out before him.

"She's gonna sit down on Craig's lap and dry hump him right in front of the whole church," Leslie dreaded, seeing the way Britney wrapped her hands around Craig's shoulders and began to ease her left leg across his thighs. 

Instead of plopping her body completely down on top of Craig however, Britney continued across him, merely using his leg as a seat, allowing her to come face to face with Leslie once she sat down. As thankful as Leslie was that Britney wasn't going to fuck her husband right there in God's house, she was bewildered and scared having Britney's face directly in front of her own, to the point Leslie could taste the young girl's minty fresh breath each time she exhaled. 

Britney had shielded Leslie's line of sight somewhat, but the married woman could still see the faces of the church members to her left and right seeming to close in around her, from the blue haired old ladies who had certainly never seen anything like this on Sunday to Britney's own parents who seemed unconcerned at their Daughter's provocative actions.

Leslie felt something warm and wet seep out against her chest as Britney reached out with her right hand and extended her open palm towards Leslie's flushed left cheek. The grinning young girl proceeded to rub her opened hand down the side of Leslie's face, then down her neck and over her collarbone before finally allowing her palm to come to rest over top of Leslie's left breast. Closing it securely around the milk-filled orb through the top of Leslie blouse, Britney squeezed at it as if it were her own.

"My God..take your hand off me," Leslie tried to yell and twist away from Britney, but her mouth had become nothing but cotton as Britney playfully kneaded her lactating bosom.

Her heart sunk even more when she saw Craig's hands slip under Britney's arms from behind and instant before his hands wrapped around the teenage girl's titties, massaging them lovingly through her top, right in front of his own wife.

Before Leslie could even begin gaining her bearings, she saw Britney's left hand come into view headed straight for the hem of Leslie's conservative sunday dress, which hung halfway between her knees and ankles. 

As if clutched in the grip of a demon, Leslie couldn't move so much as an inch as the eager 19 year old whore's left arm disappeared further up her skirt. Leslie could feel Britney's soft fingertips traipsing up the goosebumped flesh of her legs as the heartless young woman used her wrist, almost like a crowbar, to wrench apart the married woman's thighs.

Leslie could see a huge and gleaming smile on her Husband's face as he peered over Britney's shoulder, watching the way his teenage lover's hand worked ever closer to his wife's crotch under her dress. Leslie's breath now rose as she desperately tried keeping her thighs pressed together under the insistent crawl of Britney's probing fingers.

Just before the girl's eager fingers made first contact with the embarrassingly wet patch of the silky material covering Leslie's vagina, what sounded like a needle being jerked loudly across and old vinyl record brought everything to a stop.

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"WWWHHAAAAAA," Leslie croaked, her back springing off the bedsheets below.

She could feel her heart beating unmercifully in her chest as she took one deep breath after another in the darkness of her bedroom, finally coming to the realization that she'd just had the most vivid and disturbing dream of her life.

"I think I just sweated through the sheets," Leslie said to herself, thankful her Husband was still snoring, dead to the world beside her.

"And it feels like you peed too," another voice in her head added even though she quickly came to realize it wasn't urine that had moistened the sheet under her behind, it was the guilty flow of arousal that had seeped from her loins during the dream.

Lifting her knees and putting her head between them to try and make the pounding in her temples go away, Leslie found herself deathly afraid of falling back to sleep.

"I just caught Craig and Britney in the basement less than 12 hours ago and I'm already having nightmares about it," Leslie choked back tears. "Is this going to haunt me for the rest of my life?"

Just then she heard her baby start to cry a little from its crib for its early morning feeding. Never before had Leslie been so happy to crawl out of bed and do something to take her mind off sleep. Feeling the milky wetspots on her nightshirt, Leslie then knew what the moist sensation on her chest at the end of the dream had been, further adding to her disenchantment over the whole ordeal.

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Two weeks had passed, but the mental anguish had only worsened for Leslie. While it seemed Craig had moved on from his frivolous, albeit stupid, fling with a loose girl from the neighborhood, Leslie simply hadn't been able to let it go.

She and Craig had resumed having sex. It had taken awhile for her to stomach trying to be intimate with him again after what he'd done, in fact Leslie was still sure she could even smell Britney's primal scent on Craig every time she got near him, but in a way that was part of the reason she was desperate to get him back in bed, to try and fight fire with fire to win back the man she loved.

Leslie had even found herself, admittedly awkwardly at times, trying to do things with her Husband that she'd never done in bed before, either out of decency or lack of flexibility just to show him how much she desired to make him happy. Bedroom hi-jinx didn't come easy for Leslie. Raised in a strict Catholic upbringing, even well into adulthood, she still always felt God was watching her every move and it made it infinitely more difficult to do the things for Craig in bed that she imagined Britney doing.

Craig seemed to be happy enough. He always had been previously with Leslie, or at least so she thought. In the end he always managed to get 'his', even to her detriment on occasion. The affair with Britney had forever put a crimp into that belief and as Leslie would wrap her legs around her Husband's back, trying with all her might to show him just how much she loved and wanted him inside her, she couldn't help wondering if he was picturing another woman writhing in pleasure beneath him. Leslie reasoned that worry would never go away completely and that added even more to her rapidly deteriorating sense of self.

The act of physical sex out of the way, it was during the times that should have her and Craig's post-coital serenity that hurt the most. The spiritual connection she had so much enjoyed during their first decade plus of lovemaking had been irrevocably damaged. Leslie found herself wanting more sex, even more than Craig could handle, in a blind and flailing attempt to regain some morsel of their previous state, but it just wasn't happening.

So instead, after Craig would fall asleep, Leslie would drag herself into the bathroom and cry, often staring deep in the vanity mirror over the sink in a desperate effort to find herself. As depressing as it was, it was still better than drifting off to sleep and taking the chance that Britney would show up once again in her dreams, with the sole and heartless purpose of taunting her.




Fists of Repentance Ch. 01



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In the most glaring example that Leslie was losing her hold on reality, she'd somehow reasoned that if Britney was going to stalk her nights, preventing her from sleep, then Leslie would stalk the teenage girl's days. Getting a niece to babysit her children while her Husband was at work or away on business, Leslie had taken to following Britney around town in her SUV. It took a few weeks and Leslie even surprised herself by how effiecent and stealth she'd become, but invariably one late Fall evening about a month after her initial discovery, Leslie got a little too close and things didn't end quite as peacefully as they had that day back in the Griffen's basement when she'd first caught Britney with her Husband.

To Be Continued...



Fists of Repentance Ch. 02



There was a certain invulnerability Leslie felt perched high in her SUV, hulking over top most the other vehicles on the road around her. It had also provided a tangible sense of safety and detachment for Leslie as she followed Britney around for the better part of two straight weeks. As vulnerable as Leslie felt to Britney's assault on her dreams at night, Leslie felt somewhat untouchable as she got a little closer each day stalking the 19 year old girl who'd soiled her marriage.

Leslie had pawned her three kids off on one of her nieces, who was more than happy to come over and babysit the kids a couple of hours every night, especially with the extra $20 a night Leslie had sweetened the pot with. Unfortunately, Leslie found herself returning home well after 10pm most nights, long after her three kids had fallen asleep. It certainly wasn't behavior that was going to win her "mother of the year", but Leslie reasoned this was just a brief and morally tragic phase she was going through, a thorn in her system she had to at some point extract before she could get back to living her normal life.

Her Husband, Craig, had decided to put more late nights in at work to help with the crunch of bills after the birth of their third child, not to mention to get away from the inevitable coldness that had settled around the house from the fallout of his affair.

Leslie had told Craig the reason she needed her niece over for babysitting duties was that she'd decided to start volunteering down at the local library again, just to give her a chance to get out of the house and a breather from all the stress of her daily routine at home. Craig was in no mood to haggle over schedules, the children were in good hands and both Husband and Wife were comfortable allowing each other their space until the nuclear winter that had descended upon their marriage began to thaw.

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It was a miracle really that Britney hadn't caught on to the same Land Rover following her home every night from work. Granted it was dark and like many kids Britney's age, once she got into her car and started driving she had the distractions of a cell phone in one ear and a CD blaring in the other. It made sense that with all the distractions Britney had while driving, she wouldn't have even noticed the same dark blue SUV tailing her home from the restaurant she worked. 

In following the teenage girl home, Leslie had watched three separate occasions where Britney's distracted driving nearly got the girl, among others, killed. Each time Leslie had to ask herself how she'd react if she somehow watched the girl who'd wrecked her marriage suddenly come to a fiery demise in a crumpled heap in the middle of an intersection.

Deep down, with her Christian rearing, Leslie was pretty sure she didn't want to see Britney's guts strewn across a city street. Or perhaps she just wanted to have that pleasure of accomplishment to herself and not share it with fate. Either way, like a lioness stalking her prey, Leslie closed in on the unsuspecting young girl a little more each night.

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It was 8:45 that final night when Britney turned into the parking lot of the apartment complex she'd moved into with her boyfriend a few weeks earlier, followed by about five car lengths by a inconspicuous blue SUV.

Even though it had been nearly a month since Leslie had caught Britney fucking her Husband, Leslie still had the scent of the teenage girl's perfume imprinted on her olfactory senses from when Britney had grazed past her and calmly walked up the basement steps. Leslie's knuckles tightened on the steering wheel when she remembered for the 4,000th time the mocking look on the 19 year old's perky and pretty face when she had walked by her to go upstairs that day.

Leslie still hadn't figured out exactly what she'd do when she finally confronted Britney. Leslie could visualize herself stepping calmly from the SUV, walking up to the girl and smacking her with one solid blow across the face before turning to get back into her Land Rover and on with her life. Leslie could sadly also see the situation deteriorating into a fullscale fight with the teenage girl where she would eventually grab Britney by the throat and choke the very life from her body. In her rare moments of lucent thought however, Leslie could envision herself acting as Jesus might have, to simply walk up to Britney, look her dead in the eye and tell the young girl that despite the pall her actions had cast over the Griffen's marriage, that Leslie and Craig would overcome.

No matter what action Leslie would soon take, she was comforted somewhat in the knowledge that at least this time she would do something, rather than acting as impotently as she had the afternoon she caught Britney grinding on top of her Husband.

Just as she'd done the previous few nights, Leslie studied Britney's every movement with clinical clarity, from the way the girl lit and smoked three cigarettes on her way home to the gestures she could see Britney making with her hands as gabbed on the phone while driving. It was almost as if Leslie had become the young girl's shadow for that half hour or so every night. Once they'd parked, Leslie would sit in her SUV watching Britney gather her stuff into her purse after switching off the ignition then on cue see the girl toss her finished cigarette butt aside before walking up to the front door of her apartment.

Only this time, without Leslie even consciously realizing it, her left hand had found the latch of the Land Rover's driver's side door and her feet had found the pavement. Her eyes locked on Britney slinging her purse over her shoulder as she closed the Jetta's door behind her, Leslie swallowed hard and quietly shut her own door.

A few moments later, Britney finished up the conversation with whoever she had on her cellphone and began the short walk towards her boyfriend's front door, completely unaware of the darkened hue of another female figure closing in behind her. 

Leslie saw Britney cast away the remnants of her cigarette, as she always seemed to do, and the older woman made a point of stepping on the discarded butt a few steps later as she gradually made her approach.

It was dark and Britney had only been living at her boyfriend's place for a few weeks, so she was still getting use to the comings and goings in the subdivision. Thus, she paid little attention to the sound of a car door closing in the distance behind her. When Britney heard the cadence of footsteps a little ways behind her, she still paid it no heed. Like a laser guided bomb trained directly on her however, the footsteps continued to hone in. Fumbling for her keys in her purse, it wasn't until Leslie was less than 10 feet behind her that Britney had a clue she might be in peril. By then it was too late.

The safe cocoon of Leslie's SUV way behind her now, there was no turning back. She could see the teenage girl in her crosshairs begin to tense up just slightly from behind, as if some primal voice in Britney's brain finally told her she was in danger, but she never had time to turn around. Like a possessed female Frankenstein, with her hands extended straight out in front of her, Leslie flared her palms open and instant before she struck.

As if she needed any more impetus, an instant before Leslie lunged forward she caught a whiff of Britney's perfume, the same perfume the girl was wearing when she caught her fucking her Husband a month earlier. Leslie's teeth flared then gritted in anger as an animalistic groan erupted from her chest just before all her weight collapsed down on Britney's back, head and shoulders. 

It was as close to heavenly vindication as Leslie had ever experienced when she felt the young girl's body fold to the ground underneath her at the same time Leslie's fingernails dug and ripped into Britney's short blonde hair.

"MMMPPHHAAHHMMPPAAHH," Britney wailed in a combination of pain and shock, suddenly finding herself face down in a heap on the asphalt of the parking lot, her knees and hips squirming on top of the spilled contents of her purse as a faceless attacker mauled her from above.

The first and only lucent, rational thought to go through Britney's mind as she struggled on the pavement in the dark was the series of news reports everyone in the area had been hearing about where a man had attacked several of the college girls in the area since school started. Realizing she may have suddenly found herself in a life or death situation, Britney steadied herself, took a deep breath then fought with all her might trying to work her way back up to her feet while at the same time she reached blindly up with her fingernails trying to gouge at her attackers eyes.

Even though she couldn't quite lift herself up, the longer the clumsy scrum played out however, the more Britney got the sense that the person who had her down may have been drunk, bumbling or some combination of both. The longer she sat there waiting to be killed or worse, the more Britney felt the situation deteriorating into a bad comic bit, almost feeling as if she'd somehow been attacked by some sort of effeminate caveman or creature from outer space. 

When she reared back with her elbows against the chest of her attacker, Britney could feel the soft swells of female breasts instead of the hard pecs of a male that she expected. It was then she knew that a woman had been the one to jump her from behind. Holding still, Britney didn't so much feel in danger anymore, more befuddled and confused about who the lady was that had thrown her down and now just laid on top of her like a tired old mop. 

Britney could feel several of the small bits of gravel that covered the parking lot sticking to her cheek as she strained her neck around to breath, but she still couldn't get a good look at the wheezing woman that was straddling her from above. Her ears still covered by Leslie's pawing hands, Britney never heard the front door of her boyfriend's apartment swing open or the bare footsteps crisply making a bee-line towards her.

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Sylvan Riley was 26 and every bit fit the profile of an intelligent and streetwise slacker who had a good idea of how the world worked, but preferred to live life by the impulsive seat of his pants. Tall and lanky, Sylvan stood a shade over 6 foot 4 and had several tattoos adorning the length of his willowy, Tommy Lee-esque frame.

Like Britney, Sylvan had flunked out of college after his freshman year and never made the attempt to go back. He'd met Britney when she got a job waitressing at the same restaurant where he tended bar, a few weeks after UCLA had told Britney not to come back for a semester. 

Other than their devil-may-care personalities, Sylvan and Britney didn't really have that much in common. Sylvan had grown up in a broken home and spent two separate stints in juvenile detention when he was 13 and 15. Britney on the other hand had grown up in a prototypical suburban and church going nuclear family and had never even had words with a cop until she went away for her ill-fated first year of college. If there was one thing that held Sylvan and Britney's relationship together, it could best be summed up by a line from an old Eagles song, "They were both great in bed."

Sylvan thought Britney was a fantastic fuck and loved having her hanging around simply because she was a lot better looking than any of his friend's girlfriends. Britney enjoyed the sex with Sylvan just as much but she also savored the rebellious satisfaction that came in seeing how her parents hated seeing her dating, not to mention moving in with, a guy like him. So for the time being, their relationship worked on a mutually beneficial, if disposable level.

When Sylvan walked out of his front door and saw the fur flying in the parking lot, he cautiously approached the two intertwined female bodies with a mixture of amusement and concern. He couldn't see much of Britney with the woman on top of her, but he could tell it was her from the sound of her groans as well as the pair of tight black slacks she always wore to work. Sylvan didn't have a clue who the woman was that was mauling his girlfriend however.

Once he determined Britney's life wasn't in peril, Sylvan just stood there several feet away, soaking in the awkward scrum, trying to figure out what would be the best and safest way to break up the fight. In lieu of a bucket of cold water to throw on the women, he knew he'd have to pull them apart.

Moving in behind Leslie, who was still focused completely on smothering and clawing at her downed prey, Sylvan wrapped his hands around Leslie's elbows and in one clean jerk, pulled the crazed woman off his girlfriend.

Flopping like a fish that had just been pulled from the water, Leslie swung and kicked her feet out as Sylvan pulled her backwards. By the time he'd sat Leslie's feet down, it had given Britney enough time to turn over and for the first time see the woman who'd attacked her.

Even in the dingy yellow light of the parking lot, Britney's eyes immediately gleamed, recognizing the wife of one of the men she'd fooled around with earlier that summer. Sylvan could also see the look of familiarity in his girlfriend's eyes and when he looked down and saw the wedding ring on Leslie's finger, he was quickly able to put the story together.

Leslie continued straining for several more seconds in Sylvan's grip. Her arms chicken winged behind her back however, it wasn't long before the reality of her predicament began to settle in. The anger and adrenaline release that had fueling first her stalking, then eventual attack of Britney quickly gave way to a cold and harsh realization that she was standing in a dimly lit parking lot, far across town from her own home, held immobile by a man easily a foot taller than her, with a girl she'd just attacked staring maniacally up at her from the ground.

Leslie's heart clogged her throat when she watched Britney begin to work her way back to her feet. Wanting to scream, "LET ME GO!" instead Leslie's voice remained mute, just as it had a month earlier when she'd originally caught Britney in the basement with her Husband. Instead her words once again turned to mush as a torrent of exhaustion and embarrassment washed through her.

With whatever intuition Leslie had left, she could sense Sylvan didn't know about Britney's affair with her Husband. Even though her back was turned towards him, Leslie could see the way Britney's burning eyes darted back and forth between her and Sylvan that he didn't know about her affair with Craig. Just for a moment Leslie thought she'd be home free, saved by the distraction any normal man would feel when he found out his lover had been unfaithful. Unfortunately, the love between Britney and Sylvan didn't quite equate to the bonds of love Leslie had grown up experiencing. Sylvan's grip on her arms still firm, whatever it was that the two young lovers shared, Leslie could feel herself being sucked into the suffocating vacuum of Sylvan and Britney's dysfunctional pull.

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Any hope Leslie had of getting out of Sylvan's grasp unscathed and back to life as she knew it evaporated when Britney walked right up to her, extended her right hand and smacked Leslie hard across the left cheek.

"OOWWAAHH," Leslie winced, her head snapping to the right as the sting from the slap shot all the way down to her toes.

"I ought to be the one doing that to you for cheating on me," Sylvan sneered, his voice tinged with mild hurt but more sarcasm as he continued to hold Leslie's arms behind her back.

"I'm sorry...I'm...sorry," Leslie coughed, her tired voice full of contrition noticing just how disheveled Britney looked after pulling herself up off the ground.

"Who's her old man?" Sylvan asked, wondering for posterity sake who the guy was Britney had screwed around with.

"Craig Griffen...a guy I've known from church since I was a kid...her name is Leslie..she caught us fucking in their basement a few weekends back...haven't seen him since," Britney replied.

"She just had a baby, didn't she?" Sylvan asked, curiosity now replacing any hint of anger that had been in his voice as he stared down over Leslie's shoulders at her full and heavy breasts.

"Yeah..I think Craig said she had the baby earlier this past summer..right around the time we starting fucking around," Britney offered dryly but with emphasis, making Leslie feel like nothing more than a piece of discarded meat standing there listening to the young couple talking about her.

Keeping his large left hand wrapped around each of Leslie's wrists, Sylvan slid his right around Leslie's body and grazed his fingers over the swells of the married woman's bosom through her shirt.

"Wha...what are you... doing?" Leslie struggled to say.

"Squeezing your titties," Sylvan answered matter of factly. "You just tried to smother my girlfriend...least you can do is show her how sorry you are."

For a sickening moment, Leslie was thankful Sylvan had her by the wrists. If not, as shaky as her knees had become, Leslie was sure she would have toppled to the ground if he hadn't been restraining her.

"Yeah..you've got some nice fat tits," Sylvan told Leslie, now caressing his right hand over each of the sagging, milk filled orbs as his warm, insidious breath disappeared into her ear.

"...But not as nice as your's Brit," Sylvan then smiled up to his girlfriend a few moments later.

"Let me show you just how nice her tits are," Sylvan whispered down to Leslie. "Your's are nice Lady..but nothin' like her's. We could even call your Husband up right now and ask him who's tits he likes better..your's or Brit's..what do you think he'll say?"

Leslie felt every nerve ending in her body go numb as Sylvan's callous words and perverse intentions swirled through her head.

"Come on Lady..you have to feel just how nice they are," Sylvan smiled before loosening his grip on the Leslie's wrists, only to push the quivering woman's left arm back in front of her and straight towards Britney's chest a foot and a half away.

Her blood still rushing from just being attacked, Britney stood there wide-eyed at the way her boyfriend seemed to become Leslie's puppetmaster.

Sylvan could feel Leslie's disgust and hesitancy flowing out of her pores against his bare chest as he raised her hand towards Britney's breasts, but after several prodding attempts, Sylvan finally got her left hand opened before helping close it tight around Britney's right titty through her waitress uniform.

"Now you can feel how firm they really are..almost defy gravity don't they...those are the same tits your Husband probably spent plenty of time licking ...and sucking...and fucking," Sylvan nastily mocked down to Leslie.

On overwhelming silence was all that exuded from Leslie as she cowered between the two, knowing everything that came out of Sylvan's filthy mouth was probably true as he brazenly now massaged her own breast with one hand and forced her to do the same to Britney with his other.

"We're gonna take you inside before all the neighbors come outside and crowd around," Sylvan told her. "Wouldn't that be better Leslie?"

"No..please God don't make me," Leslie wanted to beg at the top of her lungs, but she somehow found her knees bending and moving forward as Sylvan shoved from behind, her left hand still clasped around the softness of Britney's bosom as they approached the front door.

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Ten minutes later, Leslie was inside Britney and Sylvan's apartment, safely out of view to any would-be witnesses. Deep down Leslie knew when she decided to confront Britney that something would happen. If it would be peaceful vindication as she hoped, she didn't know. Leslie never contemplated that by first approaching Britney, and then attacking her, that she'd then be faced with such a dark and desperate choice of her own however, surrender.




Fists of Repentance Ch. 02



Leslie had tried every way conceivable to deal with the pain and sense of inadequacy she felt from catching her Husband with the young girl from church. She tried anger at everyone including herself, then acceptance. She'd tried forgiveness and then attempting to forget. She'd prayed over the angst of it all every waking hour of every day since. When the burden of it all began to be too much, she'd just exploded, resorting to physical violence against the girl who'd caused it all. Even after that, the feeling of helplessness continued to burn inside her. The only way Leslie had left to deal with it was to simply bow down to it and submit to a power that had proved greater than herself. Always a believer in God's divine plan since she was a child, Leslie had always accepted that whatever God had laid out in front of her, it was meant to be. If this was the path he'd chosen for her, she must accept it.

And that's why Leslie Griffen found herself completely naked in the young couple's living room, stripped of her clothing and everything else, with her feet spread wide on the carpet as she stood facing the wall in the far corner of the cramped and claustrophobic room. Her hands pressed flush against the wall to support her weight as she leaned forward, Leslie could feel Sylvan's footsteps stalking the room behind her at the same time she could hear Britney stepping out of her own clothes.

The empty canvas of the plain beige wall the only thing in front of her, Leslie pictured her cell phone, her tether to the outside world, sitting inside her purse back in her parked SUV. She could picture her Husband finally coming home from work and not finding her home, only the babysitter there who'd just tucked the children into bed without a kiss goodnight from their Mother again. Leslie knew her phone would start ringing immediately, but it would simply ring for deaf ears out in the parking lot of the subdivision until she'd completed paying what she saw as her penance. In a way Leslie would never force herself to understand, for the first time since she'd caught Britney with Craig, she could feel all the accumulated weight of hate on her shoulders suddenly lifted as a wave of relief and euphoria swept through every fissure of her system.

Leslie knew she couldn't stomach turning around to see the sexual vultures circling behind her but there was a mirror on the wall to her right where she could get a slanted view of Britney standing there. What she saw caused Leslie's blood, as much as she hated to admit it, to race through her veins. Leslie gulped and she felt her palms growing sweaty as she pressed them hard against the wall seeing Britney's completely naked body in the mirror's reflection.

Her eyes had burned with such rage and anger the day she caught Britney downstairs with Craig, Leslie hadn't totally absorbed just how stunning the 19 year old girl looked without her clothes. It was as if Leslie's mind had shut down that day when she watched the way Britney had slowly dismounted her Husband, then casually walked with all the calm cockiness she could past Leslie to get her discarded clothes before heading upstairs.

Seeing Britney naked in the mirror, a sick pall of fascination enveloped Leslie as she inventoried the college girl's golden tan and baby smooth skin. In the scarcely lit living room, Britney looked flawless, her facial features symmetric and her lips pouty and full as she sized up Leslie from behind. Continuing to strain her head to the right to watch Britney's body in the mirror, Leslie inevitably allowed her eyes to drift down to the young girl's chest. Of all the things Leslie had tried to purposefully wash from her mind from the afternoon she first caught Britney in the family basement with Craig, the one thing she'd failed miserably at was the perfection of Britney's breasts and how her own compared. She simply couldn't run away from the look of eagerness and arousal she'd seen in her Husband's eyes that afternoon as he kissed and suckled the young girl's bosom, much the same way he'd done to Leslie's long, long ago when they'd first started to fool around.

Leslie was sure Britney and Sylvan were talking to each other, but the blood was rushing so violently through her ears that she couldn't make out a sound. She could see them in the mirror however, each seeming to study her from behind as if contemplating just what they might do to her. With nowhere else for her eyes to go, Leslie allowed her gaze to drift lower in the mirror, to the 19 year old girl's flat stomach and narrow waist. A moment later, a layer of warm saliva pooled in Leslie's mouth when she saw Britney's bare vagina, with its neatly trimmed landing strip of pubic hair leading straight to her puffy and swollen pink labia.

Other than being embarrassingly drawn to Britney's naked presence, Leslie had purposefully kept her gaze on her not wanting to see Sylvan, assuming he'd be the one to eventually step up behind her to do God knew what. So it stood to reason that Leslie's eyes widened and her pupils turned to stone when she saw Britney ease forward and disappear from the mirror's reflection. Bracing her hands against the wall as if she expected to be hit by an oncoming tornado, Leslie winced feeling the weight of the girl's footsteps approach from behind.

Everything Leslie had pent up for the previous month now boiled like an infection under her skin as she prepared for Britney to touch her. Standing naked in the strange house, wearing nothing more than a wedding ring on her finger, Leslie felt so vulnerable and small at that moment, prepared to dissolve under the weight of all she feared. When she felt all 10 of Britney's fingertips finally come to rest softly on her bare asscheeks, an audible and choking gasp left Leslie's mouth and washed against the wall in front of her.

Even though Leslie was a shade taller than Britney, the older woman felt as if the younger girl was somehow towering over top of her as she patiently began to knead the fatty flesh of Leslie's behind.

"I fucked your Husband..made him cum so hard he nearly passed out a couple of times...you want me to do the same thing to you, don't you?" Britney whispered into Leslie's ear, her soft voice belying the complete power it had over the married woman.

Shamed by her weakness and desperation, Leslie immediately closed her eyes when she nodded her answer. The self imposed darkness was a blessing but the sensory deprivation it provided only made her other senses more heightened as Britney continued massaging her ass at the same time she began biting and kissing at Leslie's shoulders and neck. 

With her eyes closed, Leslie also couldn't see that Sylvan had taken all his clothes off and was now leaning against the wall directly to her left, rubbing at his erection as he watched his girlfriend take control of Leslie's body and usurp her will.

Each of Britney's fingers felt like separate living tentacles on Leslie's ass as the 19 year old girl continued feeling her up. By the time Britney's teeth began skimming the skin of Leslie's back, the older woman's fingernails had gouged into the wall that was now supporting her weight. Her knees quivering, Leslie could feel every inch that Britney's caressing mouth descended down her spinal column.

"Just keep your eyes closed...please just keep them closed," Leslie admonished herself, frightened at the thought of actually seeing what she'd submitted herself to.

It was a hopeless cause however. Her right cheek braced against the cool layer of semi-gloss paint coating the wall, Leslie's eyes opened just in time to see Britney's youthful and pretty face perched directly between her legs.

"Oh..God," Leslie mouthed softly, her insides boiling when she saw the cruel and wicked smile plastered across Britney's face.

"Your Husband just loved it when I got down on my knees...I bet you will to," the teenager mocked once she had made eye contact again with Leslie. Then she opened her mouth and extended her tongue.

"SSHHEEE...AAAHHHHH," Leslie squealed, her body buckling hard when she felt Britney's mouth clamp down on her bare and aching pussy.

"This is disgusting and wrong," a voice inside Leslie's tortured head wanted to scream despite the fact that her hips now churned forward, forcing her own cunt harder against Britney's hungry mouth.

Leslie felt such confusion and relief finally having something capping the molten mess her pussy had become. It was the first thing other than her own hand or her Husband's penis that had ever been inserted inside Leslie's vagina, and the fact that it was the mouth of the same girl who'd had an affair with Craig was something Leslie just couldn't bring herself to fathom. All she could do was scrape her fingernails down the wall with sheer and sickening delight as the sound of Britney's tongue and lips splashing through her musky cunt reverberated through the cramped living room.

""AAHH..OOHHH..AAHH..OOHHGGAAWDDDDD," Leslie whimpered, her body along with its long shackled lust totally betraying her as the girl who'd she'd watched playing in the church's playground as a child, now all grown up, knelt between her legs and relentlessly chewed at her dripping quim.

Mired in her own self conscious delirium, Leslie was sure she could feel Britney chuckling as she ate her out, over just how easy she'd been to emotionally tear down. When Leslie finally wrangled the courage to look down once again, she was stunned and disheartened by how her body was reacting to Britney's manipulations. Her heavy breasts were bouncing wildly against the wall and as Leslie strained a little to the side to see around them, she shuddered seeing how her crotch was spinning in short, frantic circles against Britney's now soaked and shiny face. 

"She knows what she's doing...I've watched her eat girls out and seen their eyes roll back in their heads right before Brit makes them cum," Sylvan casually commented from the side, causing Leslie to tilt her head to the left to face the willowy young man as he stood there, naked and openly stroking his cock as he watched his girlfriend devour the married woman's cunt.

Her own lust completely unhinged, Leslie tried to steal a glance down at Sylvan's manhood, but before she could get a good look a blinding pulse of white light exploded in her head, a result of Britney simultaneously slipping one of her index fingers to the first knuckle into Leslie's anus at the same moment she also clamped her tongue and front teeth around Leslie's stinging clit.

Unlike most of the other orgasms Leslie had experienced over the years, the blinding crystal white light filling her head at that moment refused to abate. Her clitoris felt as big as a plump pea against Britney's tongue and the rug below seemingly turned into a sheet of ice as she clumsily tried to keep her footing. Still facing the wall, Leslie's knees soon began to buckle beneath her until, inch by inch, she crumpled down on Britney below.

Her mouth remaining glued to Leslie's cunt, Britney continued to tonguelash the older woman's vagina while at the same time increasing the speed she jabbed her finger deep into Leslie's ass. Lowering herself slightly as Leslie began to topple down on top of her, Britney positioned herself comfortably against the wall so that Leslie's collapsing weight straddled her upper body perfectly.

Hearing Leslie wail loudly from above as her orgasm bled through the room, Britney was sure she could feel the married woman's tits bouncing against the top of her head as she swiped her tongue through every nook and cranny of Leslie's gushing slit.

Babbling incoherently, Leslie sounded as if she was screaming in tongues as she toppled downward. When she finally did dare open her eyes to survey the damage done, Leslie saw that her knees had come to rest on each of Britney's shoulders, creating a perfect trough for the determined girl to keep feeding off her pussy. Her thighs splayed embarrassingly out to each side of Britney's soft cheeks, Leslie had no choice but to rest there in that awkward position watching the girl who'd stole her Husband a month earlier now devouring her own throbbing sex.

The shockwaves of her orgasm still ricocheting through her gristle each time Britney's tongue darted back and forth across her inflamed clitoris, Leslie suddenly blacked out and fell backwards into the center of the room. Whether she'd actually passed out or simply just succumb to exhaustion she would never know, but when she opened her eyes a few seconds later and finally looked up, the first thing she saw was Britney kneeling between her legs with the clear and shiny residue of Leslie's own guilty arousal and release splashed across her face.

Leslie could feel her heavy breasts spilling out to each side of her chest as her heart raced like mad inside it. Turning her eyes away from Britney's withering gaze to keep what was left of her sanity, Leslie had no other option but to look over to Sylvan, who was now standing directly above her with his feet at her side. Flat on the floor, Sylvan seemed to be a goliath standing over her peering down. Then she focused on his cock, fully erect and jutting out from his groin, its girth and length looking obscenely big even for his tall, lanky frame. Leslie could feel the shadow Sylvan's manhood cast over her face and chest as she stared up at him and out of the corner of her eye she could also see the pile of clothes he and Britney had stripped her of. 

Without looking, Leslie felt Britney's hands first force her thighs apart once more before coming to rest on her each side of her waist to pull her closer. Leslie knew right then it would still be quite awhile before she would put those clothes back on...

Part 3 forthcoming... 



Fists of Repentance Ch. 03



"Craig's just got to be calling my cell right now," Leslie's distraught voice of rationality tried to speak up over the cataclysmic din ringing in her ears.

Watching Britney's head descend between her thighs once again, Leslie knew she didn't have much more time to dissect the ramifications of what she was doing before it would be too late.

"When I don't answer he's gonna get worried and call the library where I'm supposed to be... when I'm not there... God knows... he might even try calling the cops... imagine the embarrassment that would... " Leslie's stream of inner consciousness was immediately broken by an explosion of synapses in her brain from Britney's tongue carving a deep swath through the glistening, puckered bloom of her vagina.

Her palms flat on the floor, Leslie angrily dug at the fibers and her feet swung high into the air to each side of Britney's head as the girl's ravenous mouth gouged at her flaming cunt.

"UUUHH... UUUHHHHRRGG... UURRGGHHAAHHH," Leslie's voice shattered through the room, any thought now of the consequences of her actions suddenly shelved by the rabid suction of Britney's mouth over her quim.

Re-capturing the same pose she had moments earlier when Britney first ate her out, Leslie closed her eyes and took several deep breaths as the teenage girl proceeded to suckle the tangy nectar bubbling from her loins. Keeping her back flat on the floor as her feet swayed in the air, Leslie was able to hide in her own self imposed darkness reflecting on just how good it felt having another woman's mouth down there.

Her Catholic guilt never took a day off however. Ever since Leslie had been a young girl, she'd imagined how it would feel to have another woman making love to her. Her Husband had even asked her several times during the heat of passion over the years if that had ever been something she'd fantasized about, but Leslie had always been able to purge her honesty and firmly tell him, "no". But Leslie had, quite frequently in fact, and it always seemed to center around a very stern and unsympathetic feminine archetype that demanded Leslie's complete and utter compliance. But that had all been a little secret tucked deep into the darkest reaches of her mind.

Yet there she was in the apartment of the same 19 year old girl who had seduced her Husband with equal ease earlier that Summer, prone on her back, her belly showing in surrender, savoring the way Britney's fingers and tongue seemed to meld into one as they swirled across her burning genitals. If she was going to Hell, Leslie reasoned, she might as well enjoy the harrowing spiral down.

Rotating her hips off the carpet now so that her crotch was meeting Britney's irrepressible advances, Leslie found herself getting lost in her own selfish delirium. When she finally did give into her primal curiosity to open her eyes and see just how lurid Britney looked grazing between her legs, Leslie was suddenly jolted back to reality at what she saw.

Instead of Britney's face being tucked between her thighs, it was Sylvan's mouth pressed hard against her steaming pussy. She'd become so lost in the euphoric surrender to Britney when she'd closed her eyes, Leslie had lost such complete sense of space and time, she never realized the young couple had switched places. Leslie's hips instantly shot up off the floor and she shuddered and grinded wildly when Sylvan proceeded to insert two of his fingers into her cunt before stabbing them rapidly in and out of her, while at the time rolling her clitoris like a pearl between his front teeth. Her eyeballs bouncing uncontrollably in their sockets, Leslie was sure she could see Britney's outline hovering above her and she was sure the teenage slut was fingering her pussy as she stood there watching her boyfriend cruelly manipulate Leslie's frothy vulva.

As soon as he sensed Leslie had opened her eyes and saw him between her legs, Sylvan pulled back his sloppy face just so he could absorb Leslie's reaction seeing him down there. Leaning backwards until he was once again up on his knees, Sylvan used his hands to drape each of Leslie's calves over his shoulders before edging his groin all the way up to the married woman's burning fissure.

Sylvan didn't have to say anything, Leslie could tell immediately what he was about to do.

"... No... ," she managed to make her tongue work long enough to plead with Sylvan not to stick his dick inside her. 

"... I can't... please... don't... anything... any... thing but that... I'll do any... anything you want... I just can't... I might get... pre... preg... no... please... " Leslie voice rattled from her throat like a marble inside an empty can.

A cocksure grin spread across Sylvan's face watching the way the married woman begged and squirmed on the floor below. He knew he could shove his cock deep into Leslie's aching womb anytime he wanted at she'd willingly accept it, but he also understood the myriad of reasons she was pleading with him not to. There were still plenty of things he knew he and Britney could do with Leslie that wouldn't result in her getting pregnant, or worse however.

Still, he tauntingly rubbed the head of his penis between Leslie's swollen vaginal lips, coating the huge spongy tip of it in her pungent arousal. Raising its girth high above Leslie's pussy, Sylvan held it there for her to see as if to re-affirm the fact he could ram it inside her anytime he wanted. Instead of doing that one thing she'd begged him not to do however, Sylvan eased forward until he'd straddled his thighs across the soft flesh of Leslie's belly.

Kneeling directly over top of her with his knees pressed down inside Leslie's armpits, Sylvan stared down at the prone woman watching the way her cautious gaze steadily attached itself to his cock jutting high above her chest.

His girlfriend standing naked beside him as he knelt over top Leslie, Sylvan leaned up towards Britney and the two tongue kissed for several seconds as she continued fingering her pussy. Once he broke off the kiss, Sylvan turned his full attention back to Leslie below and what he saw was a woman who'd given in completely to her fate. An sick and infectious satisfaction spread through Sylvan as he stared down at another man's wife laying naked between his knees.

Grabbing his erection by its thick base, Sylvan rubbed the throbbing, meaty girth across the warm freckled flesh of Leslie's chest, loving the way its blunt, steely warmth brought goosebumps to Leslie's arms each time he brushed it between her cleavage.

Centering himself on top of her, Sylvan reached down and grabbed each of Leslie's round sagging breasts into his hands, massaging them between his fingers until their cushiony heat radiated through his palms and out to the rest of his lean and willowy body. Sylvan's cock seemed to pulse and jump with life when he squeezed Leslie's breasts, and the evil smile etched across his face only widened every time he felt her gasp when he did.

"Reach up and shove those titties together around my dick," Sylvan nodded down to Leslie, imploring her to sandwich his raging manhood between her hearty bosom.

Matching gazes with the glassy eyed married woman below, Sylvan chuckled under his breath, along with Britney, at just how easily Leslie did as she was told. It felt like a soft, pliable cocoon had enveloped his cock when Leslie reached up with both hands and forced her tender breasts to the center of her chest. 

"OOHH... YEEAHH," Sylvan groaned with delight, beginning to hump his groin back and forth on top of Leslie's torso.

Looking down, Sylvan watched along with Britney as the protruding spear of his manhood stabbed repeatedly between Leslie's ample cleavage. They could each see Leslie staring at Sylvan's cock as well, her two eyes seemingly fixated on the single eye of the penis' peehole as it pistoned right in front of her face.

Steadily thrusting forward, Sylvan could feel Leslie's body jiggling beneath him as she tried her best to keep her tits wrapped around his jabbing cock. Sylvan could also hear the sound of Britney's fingers splashing through her cunt as she frigged herself watching it all. Casting a quick look over to his girlfriend, Sylvan was right at eye level with Britney's crotch and he could clearly see the moisture of her arousal splashing out as she spun her fingers through her vagina. Winking up to her, Sylvan mouthed an idea to Britney, then watched as her intensely focused eyes flared at his suggestion.

Wrapping each of his hands tight around the back of Leslie's, Sylvan increased the pace of his thrusts, using his own hands to aid Leslie's grip as he selfishly pleasured himself between her tightly pressed breasts. Looking up at Britney as he titty-fucked the married woman, Sylvan could see her angling behind Leslie's head and he knew the older woman had no clue what was about to happen. Leslie's gaze was so focused on the cock that was slicing rapidly between her tits, it wasn't until Britney's shadow began creeping over her that she realized what the young girl was about to do.

Watching his girlfriend straddle her feet to each side of Leslie's head, Sylvan clamped his grip around Leslie's titties, cinching both orbs firmly in place around his dick as Britney began to squat down on top of Leslie's face. Continuing to grind his groin forward, Sylvan alternated his gaze between Britney and Leslie's eyes, soaking in the surreal contrast between the two. Sylvan could feel the cum swimming inside his balls beginning a slow rolling boil as he watched Leslie's pupils expand seeing Britney's cunt descending straight down towards her. Leslie's entire body tensed under Sylvan's kneeling weight when she realized what was happening and he was sure he could hear a couple of muffled gasps leaving her mouth before her face was concealed completely by Britney's crotch.

A crooked grin spread across Britney's cheeks as she grinded her tingling vaginal lips in short humping circles over Leslie's mouth. Britney's nipples had turned into two raging bullets protruding from her breasts and she lovingly began tugging at them with her own fingers as she worked her hips in rhythmic circles on top of Leslie's face, looking just like a naked and acrobatic girl working her ass on a dance floor.

Sylvan's blood raced through his veins watching his girlfriend gyrate on top of Leslie and it wasn't long before the fuse of his impending release tripped. Speeding his pelvic thrusts between Leslie's tits, Sylvan stared into Britney's eyes as the two humped and grinded on top of the prone woman's body.

"GGRRR... OOOWWWOOWWLLLLL," the lean and powerful young man's voice erupted from his lungs, his body bucking wildly across Leslie's midriff as the first strand of his cum shot like white hot plasma from his cock.

Britney's face lit up like a Christmas tree as she bounced her cunt up and down on Leslie's lips, watching with perverse glee as stream after stream of her boyfriend's ejaculate splattered down on the married woman's chin, neck and chest.

Holding Leslie's breasts tight around his cock until the seed that had boiled from his loins slowed to a trickle, Sylvan wiped the remaining jizz off on each of Leslie's milk filled tits, coating the nipples of each in a sticky and salty clear white sheen before he eased to his left and dismounted Leslie's chest.

Keeping her place on top of the older woman, Britney watched as Sylvan slid off to the side and took a seat on the floor. She could see his cock dangling between his legs like a sloppy, half limp club and she knew from past experience that even though he'd just shot a powerful wad, it wouldn't be long before he had it hard once again and ready to use. She could also see Leslie's tits spill out to each side once again without Sylvan there holding them in place and Britney was startled by just how much semen he'd covered the married woman with.

In the meantime, Britney replaced Sylvan's hands with her own around Leslie's tits, massaging them firmly as she continued to grind her pussy over Leslie's hesitant but increasingly receptive mouth. With full reign over the older woman's body and soul, Britney steadied her knees to each side of Leslie's ears, smothering her buttery gash tight over the prone woman's face before collapsing her inverted body straight down on Leslie's chest.

Once she's positioned herself just right, Britney dove her head between Leslie's thighs, creating a perfect 69 between the two. Extending her long pink tongue like a razor, Britney grazed it around the outer folds of Leslie's puffy vaginal bloom before cruelly swirling it straight back down into her cunt. Even with her face pressed between the whimpering woman's legs, Britney swore she could feel Leslie, albeit awkwardly, trying to return the favor, giving into the unholy primal urges that had been unleashed inside her.

Rubbing his balls and cock as he sat there on the floor taking it all in, Sylvan could feel the swarming bees of his own virile arousal starting to stir once again as the slurping sound of the two women dining on each other filtered through the room. He knew right then what he'd inevitably have to do.

For several minutes Britney rotated her mouth across Leslie's gushing sex, gouging her tongue and scrubbing her lips harshly through the musky slick mess of Leslie's cunt. Her body bracketed on top of Leslie's, Britney could feel the sticky residue of Sylvan's ejaculate buffering the skin of her belly as she swayed on top of Leslie's breasts and chest. Folding her hands underneath Leslie's quivering and fleshy thighs to force them all the way apart, Britney buried her mouth flush against Leslie's steaming gash, until it felt as if a funnel cloud had touched down on the hapless married woman's clitoris.

Just as she'd been able to do months earlier with Leslie's husband Craig, it hadn't taken Britney long to learn the subtle rhythmic and physical cues of Leslie's body as it approached orgasm. Relentlessly washing her tongue over the expanse of the naked woman's pubic area, Britney could tell by the way Leslie's breath quickened against her own crotch along with the way the older woman's bare feet seemed to shake as if trying to unhinge themselves from the rest of her body that Leslie was tumbling headlong towards another violent release. And there was nothing Britney wanted more than to make the women who'd attacked her earlier that evening outside in the parking lot to squeal for absolute mercy beneath her.

Just as she was about to push Leslie to the point of no return however, Britney felt a firm hand dig into the back of her hair and pull her face free from the depths of Leslie's cunt. When she turned to look up, all Britney could see was a hawkish grin on her boyfriend's face and the underside of his erection, which was now completely re-energized, jutting out at more than a 90 degree angle from his groin, like a weapon ready to be used.

"Sit back up on her face and get your nut Brit," Sylvan told her. "Then I want to see if she's ready to get fucked!"

Britney had to fight with her equilibrium for a few seconds after coming up for air but the first thing she noticed was just how wet she felt from ear to ear with the greasy and pungent arousal she'd accumulated from eating Leslie out. Keeping her own pussy crouched over Leslie's face, Britney turned slightly to her left, opened her mouth and kissed the hard rubbery head of her boyfriend's penis as he stood there with his hands on his hips looking down.

"OH GOD... Please don't stop," Leslie's voice rose from the floor, the lurid desperation clear in her exhaled breath as it swept over Britney's bare genitals.

"You really liked that didn't you," Sylvan mocked, his attention clearly grabbed by the weakness and surrender in Leslie's tone.

"My girlfriend's mouth felt really good down there didn't it... if she eats pussy as well as she gives head I bet she just made you as happy as she made your Husband," Sylvan continued, this time extending the long middle finger of his left hand as he knelt down beside Leslie.

"Tell you what... we'll let you cum again if you make Britney cum first," Sylvan coolly offered before stabbing the middle finger all the way into Leslie's pussy, causing the married woman's ass to buck off the carpet. He then curled the tip of it into a hook and jabbed it upwards until it tore across Leslie's G-spot, which caused a howling groan to spew from her mouth, all the way up to the ceiling above.

Sylvan proceeded to poke his finger in and out of Leslie several times, building up enough friction that she could once again begin feeling her desperately needed orgasm approach. As soon as he could sense it however, Sylvan pulled his finger back until just the tip of it was inside her.

"UURRGGHH... PLEASEEEE," Leslie groaned and squirmed, humping her asscheeks crudely off the carpet trying to jab Sylvan's finger back inside her.

"What... you want to cum but you don't want anyone else to?" Sylvan scolded the married mother of three. "Open your mouth and finish Britney off!"

With that Britney dropped her crotch straight back down and rubbed the wet, rubbery lips against Leslie's ashen face. Her knees balanced to each side of Leslie's shoulders, Britney leaned forward and spun her cunt in slow, sensuous circles over Leslie's lips while at the same time using her hands to lift the naked woman's fat titties into the air and towards her mouth. Parting her lips as far as she could, Britney bit down on the chubby end of Leslie's right breast, swirling her tongue quickly around the juicy and erect nipple pulsing in her mouth before doing the exact same thing to the left one.

Britney could clearly taste the seminal residue Sylvan had wiped all over Leslie's breasts and as she allowed her saliva to wash back into her mouth and over her tastebuds, it dawned on her that the older woman was still nursing her newborn. Sucking repeatedly at each nipple, Britney's already lust crazed state only intensified when Leslie's nourishment began gliding down her throat.

"Come on Lady... make her cum," Sylvan's dry, monotone voice egged Leslie on, darting his middle finger back inside the whimpering woman just long enough to get her juices flowing, but taking it out before she could get any real relief.

"PLE... EAA... SSS," he could hear Leslie trying to beg but her mouth was covered by Britney's grinding muff.

Ater licking the middle finger of his right hand, Sylvan casually draped it around Britney's behind before sneaking the tip of it into his girlfriend's anus. Swiveling it deeper into Britney's ass as she continued to feed on top of Leslie's bosom, Sylvan then sank the greasy middle finger on his left hand back into married woman's cunt until he was digitally manipulating both women at the same time. Kneeling beside the two women with his arms outstretched to each side in a Jesus-like pose, Sylvan could hear a loud and jarring gasp escape each woman's throat as he frigged them with cool and resolute determination.

"GGRRAAAHHHHHHH... AAHHRRGGAAHHH," Britney's petite, athletic body began to coil and twist on top of Leslie's, her high pitched voice rolling from her lungs as the duel sensation of Leslie's lips chewing at her pussy at the same time Sylvan snaked his finger deep into her ass sent her over the edge.

"Yeah," Sylvan marveled, his dick slicing angrily through the air waiting its turn as his girlfriend gushed her sticky and warm feminine dew all over Leslie's soft cheeks while at the same time Britney's rectal muscles squeezed fiercely around his own embedded finger.

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With Britney seated on her face, Leslie Griffen had the ability on some level to imagine everything that was happening to her was just a vivid and sick dream. Without the ability to see or hear much of what was going on around her, Leslie had been able to almost convince herself it was all just a perverted fantasy in her head. Even though she could taste the teenage girl's pussy relentlessly grinding across her nose, lips and tongue, Leslie somehow felt detached in the cocoon of darkness Britney's kneeling crotch provided.




Fists of Repentance Ch. 03



When the young girl finally rolled off to the side however, the rest of Leslie's senses flooded back, and the realization of what was actually going on inside that tiny apartment was all too real. Slowly peeling her eyes open, Leslie could see the stains of cum Sylvan had deposited in a large swath across her chest. She could also look down and see him as he teasingly continued to finger her cunt, working it inside her long enough to quicken her pulse only to pull it back with seemingly psychic precision when he sensed her beginning to enjoy it too much.

The gravity of her plight once again biting at her psyche, the image of her Husband sitting in the kitchen at home with his cell phone wondering where she was once again drifted into Leslie's mind. She knew on some level she could stand up, gather her clothes and leave anytime she wanted, but she didn't. There was a paralysis of primal want now coursing through her veins so she remained flat on the floor, staring straight down at the young man's hand rotating in and out of her cunt as the sweet and musky sheen of Britney's feminine dew dried along her cheeks. The butterflies that had turned to crop dusters inside her belly when the evening began to unfold had somehow crashed along the way and all Leslie felt inside now was a eerie and serene calm, as if what she'd given herself to had been an ointment for something so dark and depraved inside her, she'd never been able to comprehend it.

Allowing her body to react freely to Sylvan's digital penetration, despite the continued pleading from her moral core, Leslie could feel everything she held dear spinning out of control in a whirlwind of desperate need. If she was going to submit herself to everything the young couple had peppered her with, Leslie hungered now for some shred of her own selfish vindication. Her smoky, defeated eyes latching on to Sylvan's gaze, Leslie parted her knees slowly as she stared at him in a silent but telling gesture. She could see the young man's massive cock bulge and jerk upwards when he saw all her defenses come down.

"Don't give in to this... Don't... Ple... Please... Don't," the last vestiges of Leslie's will pleaded but those voices went all but mute when Sylvan accepted the invitation and sank his greasy finger to the hilt all the way inside Leslie, in essence claiming her womb as his.

"WWHHAAAHH... YEEESSSS," Leslie's voice rushed from her throat like air escaping a balloon when she felt Sylvan's fingertip scrape repeatedly across her G-spot.

"So... are you ready to get fucked now?" Sylvan mocked coyly.

Leslie swallowed hard and tried to answer but her tongue felt like a log in her mouth. Instead, she just anxiously nodded her head up and down as a beet red blush leeched across her cheeks.

"If we're gonna do this... we're gonna do it right," Sylvan said with a stern tone of guarantee just before removing his finger with a wet plop from Leslie's vaginal sheath.

Clutching his hands around the helpless woman's waist, Sylvan worked them under Leslie's asscheeks before scooping her several feet into the air. Bracing her crotch against his lean stomach to support her weight, Sylvan felt Leslie's calves wrap around his back as he crawled forward, carrying her in the direction of the couple's ratty sofa.

The physical helplessness Leslie felt being suspended in midair by Sylvan's hands mirrored perfectly the dearth of emotional and spiritual control she'd showed when she submitted to them. Her head bouncing lazily on her shoulders as Sylvan inched her backwards, Leslie flailed her hands out in an awkward attempt to keep her balance until Sylvan finally deposited her down on the center cushion of the sofa. Her messed up hair somewhat obstructing her view, Leslie could still see Britney's naked frame rising from the floor and swaying like a flickering flame as she eased closer to the couch.

Adjusting her back slightly on the cushion behind her once Sylvan let her go, Leslie watched as the towering young man stood up, side by side now with his vengefully aroused girlfriend, the two looking down at her as if she was nothing more than a captured piece of sexual prey as they crowded around her.

Sensing Britney's knee press into the sofa cushion to her right, Leslie felt her hamstring and calf muscles flair painfully when Sylvan lifted her legs high into the air before draping her ankles over each of his shoulders. Britney's warm breath cascading over the right side of her face, several mewing gasps leapt from Leslie's mouth when she felt Sylvan's tongue slide delicatly over her toes and inner arches of her feet. Shivering on her back, all Leslie could do was lay there as the young man kissed and caressed his lips down her raised left leg, with a tenderness belying the ruthless and unforgiving way he was soon about to use her. All this time Britney nuzzled herself closer to Leslie, biting and licking at the salty skin of Leslie's neck and earlobe as she guided her hand over the married woman's bare chest.

Leslie looked straight down and saw Britney's fingers and thumb intertwine themselves around the tip of her right breast, twisting and tweaking until Leslie's nipple had grown to the size of a fat grape between the girl's fingers.

"I've fucked your Husband a couple of times and I've fucked Sylvan plenty... If your Husband is the only man you're used to... you have absolutely no idea what you're in for," Britney whispered with sober clarity into Leslie's ear, immediately causing the older woman's blood to fill with crystals of ice as it raced through her veins.

When she crooked her neck enough to see Sylvan standing tall above her, Leslie couldn't help but focus on the coiled and imposing serpent tattoo encompassing a great deal of his chest. The head of the reptilian creature seemed to be slithering straight down towards the juicy and puckered bloom of Leslie's cunt and she seemed to stare at the tattoo with primal fascination as she dug her heels into the meat of Sylvan's shoulders.

Her spine tingling each time Britney rolled her nipples between her fingers, Leslie whimpered out loud when the young girl leaned down and suckled her right breast into her mouth just as Sylvan raised his cock and aimed it straight at Leslie's aching sex. Staring down at Britney once again nursing from her tit, Leslie's stomach rolled in shame seeing herself being so intimate with a girl she'd wanted to see dead for the past month. Despite that however, she found herself gulping then gritting her teeth hard an instant before raising her crotch into the air in anticipation of Sylvan penetrating her.

There was so much pent-up energy spewing from Leslie's pores, she couldn't keep her hands still as the two young lovers had their way with her. The only place Leslie could find to brace her right hand was the top of Britney's head as the naked girl licked and sucked at her breasts. Allowing her left hand to slide down the soft flesh of her belly, Leslie rested it just above her dense pubic fleece.

When Sylvan looked down and saw the married woman's hand descend towards her midriff, he immediacy reached down and took Leslie's hand into his own and pulled it towards his crotch. When he did, a twinkle gleamed in his hallow eyes when he saw the shiny diamond wedding ring adorning Leslie's finger. Caressing her shaking hand in his own sure grip, Sylvan rubbed his thumb over the elegant rock, his cock pulsing wildly as he digested just how much Leslie was jeopardizing by giving in to her darkest fantasies and fears. Wrapping the cowering woman's hand around his cock, Sylvan wasted no time working Leslie's palm and fingers up and down on his shaft, paying special attention to how the gold band of the wedding ring felt sliding up and down on the stretched skin of his huge penis.

Gazing down at his girlfriend nursing at Leslie's breast, Sylvan had never been so ready to fuck a woman in his life. Reaching down with his left hand, Sylvan grabbed Britney's free hand and pulled it towards Leslie's crotch. Seeing the glimmer of recognition in Britney's blue eyes, Sylvan dropped the blunt cylinder of his manhood on Leslie's cunt and left it laying there to stew in the older woman's steaming vaginal juices.

"Help me stick it in her," Sylvan nodded to Britney.

Keeping her mouth locked around Leslie's plump and squirting nipple, Britney parted the index and middle fingers of her right hand and snaked them between the married woman's swollen labia, scissoring the moist and glistening folds apart as Sylvan's cock waited there.

"Go ahead... stick it in," Britney said hoarsely, removing her mouth long enough from Leslie's tit to say it before wrapping her lips right back around Leslie's reddened and saliva drenched tit.

When Sylvan shoved his battering ram of a cock straight into Leslie's cunt, the naked and whimpering woman's entire body jerked and crashed backwards into the sofa cushions behind her.

"OOHHHHGGGOODDDD... MMMMMHHHH AGGRRHHHHGGOOODDDDDD," she yelped, her legs flailing now like two floppy tentacles around Sylvan's back as he shoved his entire weight down on her crotch.

From the moment he pierced his cock into Leslie's vagina and began grinding, Sylvan knew he'd make her cum once again before he was anywhere close himself. Immediatly remembering what Britney had told him about Leslie delivering her third child a few weeks back, he understood why his more than ample package was being swallowed up by Leslie's rubbery cunt. It didn't prevent him from jackhammering her womb for all he was worth however.

The petite woman thrashing and twisting deeper into the sofa cushions each time he burrowed down on top of her, Sylvan's ears began ringing from the loud shrieks of pleasure ripping from Leslie's lungs as she anxiously dug her heels into the backs of his thighs. Placing his hands along the back edge of the sofa, to each side of Leslie's swaying head for support, Sylvan stared down at the way the older woman's breasts careened wildly across her chest each time he connected with one of his deep and powerful thrusts. 

Admiring the vein encased slab of his own manhood as it tore in and out of Leslie's gushing quim, Sylvan felt his heart skip a beat when out of nowhere Britney's hand appeared once again, this time sliding between his and Leslie's colliding groins. An instant later, the teenage girl's fingers had spread out over the married woman's straining vulva, pinching at the inflamed bud of her clitoris as Sylvan continued to brutally fuck her.

"UURRGGHH... UURRGGHHH... UURRGGHHH," Sylvan's grunts grew louder and louder each time he drilled forward, the wet sound of friction his cock was creating inside Leslie's pussy now bouncing through the room.

"MMMMM... AAAHHHH... MMMMMGGRRAAHH" Leslie's voice crackled, her forehead pressed hard into Britney's side as tears of excruciating joy leaked from her eyes, soaking the young girl's soft skin.

Continuing to rub and pilage Leslie's cunt with her fingers, Britney could feel her boyfriend's cock slicing in and out and it wasn't long before her entire hand was coated in the sparkling and sticky castoff of Leslie's vaginal juices.

"UUMMMM... UUMMMM... AAHHMMMMM... Please let me cum... don't... st... ahhh... ppp... please don't stop," the married woman's begging voice dribbled out in a whisper, sounding just like a desperate shrew as she clutched to Brintey's arm like a drowning woman clinging to a buoy.

Her crotch humping off the sofa in short frantic bursts against Sylvan's stabbing girth, Leslie was left with no alternative but another debilitating orgasm.

"AAAHHH... JJEEZZZZZZZZZZUUUSSSSSS," Leslie screamed, any hint of pretense and decorum she might have walked into that apartment with all swept away now as Britney relentlessy continued rubbing her fingers across her bulging clit.

Keeping his cock buried inside Leslie just to feel her electrified cunt spasming around his dick, Sylvan waited until Britney had bleed every last bit of unrepentant lust from Leslie's loins before withdrawing his manhood from her gaping sex.

Still, Sylvan sensed the older woman wanted more. When he gazed down and took a good look at his girlfriend's wet and messy right hand now rubbing his still fully aroused cock, suddenly it clicked inside Sylvan's head what just might finally quench Leslie Griffen's loose womb and equally needy soul.

Part 4 to come 



Fists of Repentance Ch. 04



The accumulated weight of 33 years worth of trying to be the perfect daughter, wife, mother and Christian woman suddenly seemed to be lifted from Leslie Griffen's shoulders as she sprawled out on the couch, gasping to replenish her breath. Everything around her was cast in a hazy hue and the only thing she could really make out clearly was Sylvan's lean, towering frame standing over her, his penis saturated in the copious amount of vaginal wetness she'd leaked all over it. Tilting her head to the right, Leslie tried focusing her glassy stare up to Britney, who was still sitting beside her and all Leslie could feel was numb helplessness as the young girl's fingers continued to patiently knead at her sagging and sweat covered breasts.

A full minute after Sylvan had dismounted her, Leslie's thighs remained spread, her stretched and gaping pussy continuing to pulse as if the stud's cock was still pistoning inside her. Seeing Sylvan move, as if in slow motion, out of her view to the left, Leslie immediately felt the weight of his feet pressing into the cushion beside her. A few seconds later Leslie felt his warm fingers brush down over the right side of her cheek an instant before he swiveled her head back towards him. When he did, Leslie found herself right at eye level with Sylvan's straining cock as he stood on the sofa above her.

Just as she opened her mouth to breath in another chest full of much needed oxygen, Sylvan edged forward and shoved his juicy dick between Leslie's lips. A burp of air immediately snorted from Leslie's nostrils the moment Sylvan stuffed his manhood into her mouth.

With his right hand braced against the wall above the sofa for support, Sylvan firmly centered his left hand on the top of Leslie's head as he began grinding his groin forward, jabbing his aroused cock deeper down the married woman's throat.

Continuing to massage Leslie's breasts, Britney admired how her boyfriend's phallus looked slicing between the older woman's obscenely stretched lips. Allowing her gaze to drift steadily down Leslie's naked body until she finally focused on the swollen bloom of her vagina, Britney could still hear the wet, smacking sounds of Leslie trying to accommodate Sylvan's cock in her mouth. A fire of primal lust smoldered in the teenage girl's belly as she alternated her eyes between her own right hand and Leslie's cunt, imagining just how it would look if she did what Sylvan was suggesting. 

Pattering her fingertips softly through the dense tangle of Leslie's pubic pelt, Britney eventually dipped them through the raw and throbbing pulp of the married woman's well used pussy. Dragging all four fingers back and forth through Leslie's cunt, Britney could see Leslie's thighs quivering a little more each time she swiped her hand a little deeper into the buttery fissure.

The earthy essence of her own vaginal stew permeated Leslie's tastebuds as Sylvan's cock churned in her mouth. Her saliva washing down her throat every time she exhaled through her nose, Leslie found herself recognizing the subtle difference in texture between her own feminine nectar and Britney's, which remained heavy on her palate as well. She was so overwhelmed by the task of keeping her mouth wrapped around Sylvan's slab of manhood, Leslie had lost track of what Britney was doing beside her until she felt Britney's first three fingers dig in unison, like a talon, into her womb.

"UURRGGHH," Leslie grunted, sending a gushing rush of air cascading over the embedded prick in her mouth.

Her eyes immediately clenching shut, Leslie's right arm automatically flailed downwards until she'd dug her fingers into the meat of Britney's shoulder. A sharp burst of light exploded in the darkness of Leslie's tortured mind when Britney quickly added her pinky to the other three fingers already digging inside her. Her torso jerking and her bare ass squirming embarrassingly across the sofa cushions, Leslie dug her left hand into the lean flesh of Sylvan's hip to brace herself in place as Britney began to steadily fuck her with those four cruel and heartless fingers.

Leslie still had no clue as to the extreme nature of what Britney was planning but she was forced to peel her lips free from Sylvan's grinding shaft when she felt the young girl's fingers twist even harder into her buttery cunt. Moaning towards the ceiling each time Britney digits probed deeper into her pubic cavity, Leslie tried desperately to relax her vaginal muscles as Sylvan stood on the sofa above her, jacking his cock in his right hand as she writhed below.

Sylvan knew exactly what he planned to do with his dick, but for the moment he was content to stand on his perch high on the couch, watching his girlfriend's right hand steadily disappear between Leslie's thighs. He could clearly see the strain etched across Leslie's face and the way her muscles froze and fired involuntarily down the length of her body as she tried to weather Britney's advances. Sylvan could also see the way Leslie had clawed her nails into Britney's back as if to hold on, in a clear show of her deep seeded determination to see the evening through.

"Keep feedin' it in," Sylvan urged down to Britney, seeing the tendons in her right arm flex each time she corkscrewed her hand forward.

A few seconds later Britney finally slid off the sofa and knelt on the floor directly in front of Leslie's crotch. Draping the whimpering woman's right leg over her shoulder, Britney created the perfect alley to shove her hand all the way into the married woman's soupy mire.

"OOHHH... GGOOOOOODDDDDDD," Leslie's already humbled voice shattered through the room, the desperation in it twinged with the ultimate realization of what Britney was attempting to do.

There was a momentary recoil for Leslie as she instinctively tried shrinking backwards into the cushions behind her but by then it was too late, Britney had entrenched her grip so far into Leslie it was as if the married woman had been skewered on a spit.

"Roll her over," Leslie heard Sylvan's voice rain down from above, his simple command sounding distant and muddled from the blood whooshing through her ears.

Leslie could feel the sofa begin to exhale when Sylvan slowly stepped down, then her equilibriums once again faded as Britney tilted her all the way over on her right side, the whole time keeping her four interlocking fingers wedged securely inside her startled vaginal sheath. Cocking her left leg into the air, Leslie gulped when she looked down through the narrow slits of her eyes at the grotesque yet fascinating way the 19 year old girl's hand looked buried inside her womb. That said, Leslie couldn't deny how overwhelmingly potent and surreal it felt each time Britney's fingers would swim through the tight and trembling confines of her cunt.

A few seconds later, Leslie felt Sylvan collapse down on the sofa directly behind her. Right after he did, Leslie felt his strong hands wrap around the back of each of her raised and parted thighs, gently nudging them even further apart. Tremors vibrated over and over through Leslie's chest when she looked up and saw the young man's stone cold and focused face peering down at her between her thighs, the only thing separated them being Britney's right arm drilling down on her pussy.

Sylvan catalogued every subtle facial tick and muscle movement in Leslie's blotched face as his girlfriend continued with cruel care impaling her. Waiting for just the right moment, Sylvan finally jerked Leslie towards him and deposited her shaken frame on top of his lap. The married woman's back now flush with the demonic, serpent like tattoo covering Sylvan's bare chest, when she looked down the only thing Leslie could see was Britney's entire hand, thumb included, lodged inside her.

The only sensation remotely similar to what Leslie was feeling were the three childbirths she'd successfully preformed over the past decade. Unlike that trio of events where she'd felt as if life was literally springing from her body however, what she was experiencing at the hand of Britney was more like having an alien entity crawling up inside her, almost like a parasite sucking up everything good and wholesome until nothing was left but a desperate and wanton husk.

In the dizzying disarray of her mind, Leslie could still feel the immense presence of Sylvan's rock hard penis poking into the back of her thighs as she sprawled out across his lap, her knees spread shamefully apart as she tried to accommodate Britney's buried fist.

Snared between the devious young couple, Leslie could feel Sylvan's hands reaching around her from behind, roughly massaging her breasts and twisting her nipples as he nibbled and bit at her ear and neck. From the way his breath cascaded over her left shoulder and down her chest, Leslie could tell Sylvan was intently staring down at the way his girlfriend's entire hand, all the way to her tanned wrist, was concealed now by Leslie's hairy cunt.

"Fuck her Brit... fist the Bitch," Sylvan's soft, terrible words brushed across Leslie's cheek as he implored his 19 year old lover to begin working her fist like a slow, gouging drillbit between Leslie's straining vaginal walls.

With every short quick breath she took, Leslie wanted to scream at the top of her lungs but was afraid to, fearing that if she moved so much as a muscle what might happen given the burden on every fiber of her body. Instead, she fought to keep quiet and still, bottling up all that steam and adrenaline knowing her body would eventually explode under her forced repression. All she could do was imagine that Britney's penetrating fist was acting as a cork, damming up everything she was so ashamed of, yet so desperate to experience. When that fist began rotating towards the back wall of her cervix, Leslie suddenly felt as if all her callous lust and desire was being dredged up like the fertile black silt that rested at the bottom of a previously pristine lake.

As soon as Britney began working her clenched fingers forward, Sylvan reached down under Leslie's behind and lifted her from his lap, in effect perching her in the air as if offering her body to Britney to do with as she pleased. Every tendon in the 33 year old woman's frame jerked and Sylvan could look up and see the way her head bounced side to side on her shoulders as Britney continued to jab forward.

Holding Leslie in place, the sound her cunt was making was unlike anything Sylvan had ever heard as he looked down at his girlfriend's forearm rotating forward like a burrowing arrow. His dick raised at full attention, rising like a mighty staff from his bloated balls, Sylvan followed where its huge and rounded head was pointing, directly at Leslie's anus. 

Already supporting the older woman's ass as he held her in the air, Sylvan dug his fingertips into her fleshy asscheeks and pulled them apart, exposing the puckered outer rim of the Leslie Griffen's asshole. Even it was flexing in and out as Leslie strained every muscle in her body to accommodate Britney's fist. Allowing Leslie's flaring sphincter to caress the tips of his thumbs, Sylvan gradually worked them higher until they each had disappeared past the nail inside the married woman's rear end.

Feeling Sylvan's thumbs dig into her anus was the final straw. A loud gushing moan bristled from Leslie's throat as she blindly reached backwards, digging her fingernails into the lean muscular flesh of Sylvan's arms as he supported her above his lap.

"GGAAWWWDDDD... AAAHHRRGGAAHHHHWWDDD" she groaned nonstop, the blurry sight of Britney's wrist now a permanent acid stained image in her mind as she watched the young girl ravage her pussy.

Somewhere along the way, once Leslie's vaginal muscles had accepted the burden placed upon them, something primal seemed to trip inside her until Leslie found herself meeting Britney's advances with awkward pelvic thrusts of her own as she teetered in mid-air.

The moment Sylvan's thumb tips dipped into her asscrack Leslie sensed what he was about to do, and knew any resistance would be futile. Until then, Leslie had never had a single anal experience in her life, but there had been a lot of other things over the hour or so she'd spent with the lascivious pair in that apartment that Leslie never contemplated she'd be capable of doing either. And each one she'd willingly done. Any attempt at reigning them in had long melted away and her body, if not her very soul, now belonged to them.

Her blood boiling through every ounce of her being, Leslie felt the brutish head of Sylvan's jutting phallus press between the baby-soft cheeks of her ass as he lowered her down, simply allowing gravity to take its course. The tip of his cock slowly digging upwards into her falling rectum, Leslie tightened the grip of her nails in Sylvan's skin as he eased her down. Her heels digging hard into the sofa cushions to each side of Sylvan's knees, Leslie repeatedly coughed and shuddered each time another inch of his manhood found its mark.

Within a few seconds the married woman was in full blown hysterics as the two competing forces of friction seemed to meld into one cruel, venomous and determined instrument of sexual gratification inside her. Possessed by a power she knew she couldn't face, Leslie soldiered on, her voice splintering through the dimly lit room, with the clear and horrible understanding that nothing in her life had ever come as close to completing her as this.

Her release was inevitable. It wasn't so much an orgasm but an internal supernova where every fabric of Leslie's being collapsed in on itself and sucked everything surrounding her down with it.

Her right hand balled up and pressed to the hilt of her wrist inside Leslie's cunt, Britney folded her left arm around Leslie's back, hugging her and holding her in place on top of Sylvan's crotch as he stabbed his cock deeper into Leslie's pulsing rectum.

Kneeling on the floor directly in front of Leslie, Britney could clearly see the way each of the woman's facial features seemed to scrunch into one large mass in the center of her face as her orgasm tore through her. Britney could feel Leslie's cunt spasming, almost chewing in a way at her buried fist as if trying to digest it all the way inside her. Leslie's vaginal juices were leaking down Britney's right forearm in several slick, zig-zag patterns until they met at the crown of her slightly bent elbow. Pulling her left hand out from behind Leslie's back, Britney quickly stuffed it between her own burning thighs in an attempt to frig herself off as Leslie howled non-stop in front of her.

Placing his hands to each side of Leslie's waist, Sylvan tried holding her steady as she convulsed on top of his lap, her rectal muscles doing unspeakable things to his cock as she trembled and shook. Sylvan could feel his cum beginning to swell inside his balls and he knew the impromptu ordeal would seen be over.

"You're nothing but a pure and filthy cunt," Sylvan sneered into Leslie's ear, knowing the harsh words would burn all the way down the gentle, God-fearing woman's spine.

There was a mirror on the wall directly across from where all three were intertwined on the sofa. If Leslie dared to stare across and take a good look into it at the way she was sitting there on a stranger's lap with a girl's fist pressed all the way inside her pussy at the same time a cock was shoved painfully into her ass, she'd have no way of denying Sylvan's vulgar assessment.

"That's the same pussy you're gonna take home to your Husband... do you think he'll ever be able to come anywhere close to satisfying you the way Britney's is right now?" he continued.

Removing his left hand from Leslie's waist, Sylvan reached around her body and grabbed Britney's right wrist, manually twisting his girlfriend's already buried hand in several churning circles inside Leslie's cunt to accentuate his point.

"And you're gonna go home with an ass full of cum too," Sylvan gritty voice rose an instant before the pasty report of his ejaculate lathered the walls of Leslie's lower intestines.

Her rectal cavity quickly filling with Sylvan's warm bubbling froth, Britney's balled up fist now felt like it had turned to molten rock inside Leslie's womb as her vaginal muscles fired rapidly around it. Then Leslie blacked out.

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How long she was out for Leslie would never quite know but it was the duel sensation of Britney removing her hand from her cunt at the same time Sylvan slid his cum-smeared cock out of her ass that brought Leslie back into the light.

Each of Leslie's ears popped and she felt a seismic shift roll through the crust of her core before she collapsed like an exhausted ragdoll off Sylvan's lap, into a cowering and disjointed heap on the sofa cushions to the right. Her face soaked with tears of joy, pain and relief, Leslie trembled in fear wondering how her body would feel once the endorphins began to wear off. There would be hickeys, bruises and strained muscles throughout her body when she awoke the next morning not to mention the unfathomable alterations her ego would have to endure. But all that would be for a later time.

Leslie would eventually stumble up from the couch and dress herself. Then she would drive back home and fall into her Husband's worried but comforting arms, the whole time apologizing, telling him she was late coming home because she needed some space and some time to think. She would then go upstairs and walk into each of her three kids' bedrooms and kiss them all on the forehead as they slept, assured in the knowledge at least each of them were at peace with the world. Then she'd retire to bed with her Husband and allow him to make love to her as he'd done a thousand times.

He would mount her and then thrust forward repeatedly, into a pussy that somehow seemed more accepting that anytime he could remember, in the back of his mind feeling just an inkling that something was different. It didn't matter however in the blind lust to gain his own satisfaction, as well as show his wife just how much he loved her. Even though she was writhing and moaning beneath him, she hadn't came yet and this made him want to fuck her that much harder. Just as he was approaching his own release, he became somewhat startled when he felt Leslie's hand reach down and grab the base of his pumping penis. An instant later she was pulling him out of her.

Before Craig Griffen could gain his bearings enough to question his wife, he felt her soft fingertips brush across his naked flesh until she'd closed her small hand around the back of his strong right hand. Without saying a word Leslie began closing her palm around Craig's hand until she'd folded his fingers and made a fist of it. Blindly pulling his balled up hand towards the center of her aching crotch, Leslie then began working her Husband's warm hand inside her... 

THE END

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