49 comments/ 74657 views/ 33 favorites Revenge Ch. 01 By: alex_lover Chapter 1 (A special thanks to Barney R for his wonderful editing) The blonde woman thrashed her head wildly on the pillow as the man above her incessantly thrust in and out of her. Her eyes were closed and she bit her lower lip as sharp, electric impulses travelled from her engorged clit to her erect and taut nipples and then spreading out to envelope her whole hot, shivering body. Her legs were spread wide and her toes pointed heavenwards, wantonly embracing each assault of the strong excited manhood. There was no stopping the tall, muscular man on top of her, his icy blue eyes wide open, staring into her eyes intently, face contorted with lust. Salty beads of sweat dropped down from his muscular body and some found their way on her lips and entered her half open mouth. She licked at them greedily with her tongue. She had thought it would be a quick fucking session and had been initially apprehensive when she had entered his suite. But it had become necessary as the man on top of her had clearly hinted that a romp in the bed would be a pre requisite to his accepting the story her husband had written for his critical assessment and then having it accepted by one of the production houses airing some of the more successful soap operas on the cable TV. No, let's correct that, SHE wanted her husband's stories to be taken up by the big production houses so that her status in the Ladies Club would soar up. It would elevate her position and make her on par with that banker's uppity wife, that snooty Barb and the so called fashion designer Anastasia. He had never said so outright but had dropped subtle hints about getting together for a drink or two, just the two of them, without her husband. She was a woman and didn't require too many pointers to comprehend what a man actually wanted. Her husband was a well known and respected figure at the local theatre circuit, but let's faces it, there was a much more glamorous life beyond the local theatre and she had realised that her husband unfortunately would never attain those great heights. But she was determined that she was not going to spend the rest of her life being known as the wife of a play writer, albeit a successful one, of the local theatre circuit. He had welcomed her inside as though they were old acquaintances. He had been dressed in slacks and polo t shirt which hugged his muscular body. He was just a few years older to her, maybe of the same age as her husband, but the differences were startling. While her husband had a beer belly and was partly bald, Brad was six feet tall and all muscles and had an almost flat stomach. His dark, well combed hair with greying temples and a square jaw gave him a Rock Hudson type of appeal. He looked mature, manly, a paragon of masculinity. And those cool blue eyes ... Susan had squeezed her thighs together as she had sat down on the sofa, enjoying the warm sensation emanating from between her thighs. The visit was supposed to be purely professional so to say, but she felt herself being drawn towards his magnetic personality as he flirted with her in his rich, baritone voice. Susan knew she would need to down a few drinks before spreading herself open for Brad, her gateway to a glamorous life. As the evening wore on, Brad played out the role of a perfect host with élan. He was polite and he was attentive, the perfect gentleman so to say. By the time he came back with their fourth drink for the evening she had lost most of her inhibitions. If this was some kind of a game he enjoyed playing then she was into it. As she stared into his strong face she wondered how he would take her. Did he have any fetishes? Her pulse quickened as she felt his hand stray and come to rest a little above her knee, pushing up her skirt. He began to gently massage her thighs as though to put her at ease, the upward strokes getting bolder and closer to her wet panties. She smiled with a sense of womanly victory as she saw his other hand come up and unbutton her blouse. She had a nice set of 34D size breasts with pink areolas. Since exchanging her marriage vows with her husband some fifteen years ago, they had been regularly enjoyed and feasted upon by her darling husband and yes also by a couple of guys from the theatre. She had been discreet with her affairs. It was not as though she had gone out looking for a strange dick to take care of her itches, these things just happen you know, and she was a healthy woman with a healthy outlook to life and sex. And this good looking man was now definitely in a state of arousal. She looked into his eyes and gave a come on smile. Her husband was out of town and would be back the next evening. They had plenty of time to finalise her plans for a glamorous life. Brad pushed aside the unbuttoned blouse and marvelled at the sexy sight in front of him. The pink lacy bra barely hid the twin goodies from his stare. He felt his manhood respond. He dipped two fingers in his drink and traced a lazy pattern on her creamy breasts. He heard the woman giggle. However, his eyes were transfixed on the bounties before him. He leaned closer and began licking off the wine from her creamy breasts. Susan moaned as Brad unclasped her bra. Her breasts burst free, the dark pink areolas taut from the erotic foreplay. Brad began applying some more of his drink over her areolas. Susan sighed and closed her eyes. This was going better than expected. Brad then pressed her down on the couch and latched on to her cherry pink nipples. "Aaahhh ..." moaned Susan as her lover took her sensitive tits in his mouth one by one and caressed them with his tongue. Sparks of intense electrical impulses shot out and made their way from her taut nipples to her womanly treasure. Her body quivered in response as Brad pushed aside her wet panty and slipped his long, middle finger inside her sloppy cunt. Her pussy lips were engorged in arousal, and Brad's thumb found what he had been seeking. "Oohh ... yessss ... aahhh," wailed Susan as her heated body responded to the double play. The man was good; he knew how to satisfy a woman. Then Brad stopped. Susan opened her eyes in surprise. Brad pushed his strong arms underneath her body and lifted her up in his arms. Susan drunkenly admired his strong biceps as Brad carried her to the adjoining bedroom. He put her down on the bed and positioned a pillow under her. Susan watched Brad strip off his clothes with hunger in her eyes. He was lean and hard, with rippling muscles. The grey hairs gave him a mature look, but all in all he looked much younger than his age of forty three. But his eyes ... there was something about them. She stopped thinking about his eyes as her gaze travelled southwards and came to rest on his aroused manhood. Susan let out an involuntarily gasp. It was big and it was thick, and it was pointing straight at her. Her legs parted as though by reflex action. Her smouldering eyes stared at his member, her marriage vows all but forgotten. Brad moved between her legs. For a few moments, he played with his cock, its size increasing in length and girth. Then he rubbed his knob at her opening, making Susan give out a shudder as the touch sent bursts of sexual impulses through her hot body. With one hand Brad continued to play his cocks head over her slit while his other hand's fingers delicately held her outer labia pulling it, teasing it. Then he pushed inside her moist tunnel until his shaft was completely buried inside her. "Aahhhaa ...," whimpered Susan as her muscles stretched to their maximum to accommodate the fine piece of manhood. Her husband had never stretched her like this, and neither had her lovers ever reached so deep inside her tunnel of love. This was her night. He began his thrusting motions. Initially, his hips moved gently, and then the tempo increased as Brad picked up speed. "Oooohhh ..., yaaa ... aahhh ...," uttered Susan, feeling him grow inside her, the skin rubbing against the sensitive walls of her vagina with an ever increasing friction. Her sweet, womanly juice was pouring out of her vaginal lips, breasts swaying madly in rhythm to her pelvic dance of lust. Brad's body was covered with a fine sheen of sweat. His right hand gripped her left boob while his other hand rested beside her head. He stared unblinkingly into her eyes; hips d eyes, hips pistoning in and out of her vagina in a frenzied motion. Oh, he wanted to fuck her, fuck her again and again until she craved for nothing else but his cock, her husband was left far behind. Yes, thought Brad as he adjusted his position and continued pounding the woman underneath him, yes her husband would be left far behind ... just like he had been left far behind by his wife Nancy, no, his ex-wife Nancy. If Susan had had her eyes open she would have then seen a flash of pain and sorrow in his otherwise emotionless eyes. It was as though his inner soul had been unlocked for a fleeting moment; his eyes for so ever brief a moment were reflecting the scars and open wounds he carried inside. Then it was gone, as her lover concentrated on satisfying his bodily hunger by ravaging her curvaceous body. With a final powerful thrust Brad buried his manhood deep inside her and then released his seeds inside her moist cunny. Again and again, again he spurted, his seed now seeping out and rolling down her ass crack to finally mingle with the sweat on the soiled bed sheets. Susan was now floating high up in the clouds; she was in nirvana, enjoying the throes of her orgasm. Neither her husband nor any of her previous lovers had ever given her so much pleasure. She was now his, forever and wherever he wanted; the entrance to the glamorous and exciting world of now was only an added bonus. As his cock shrunk in size, Brad slid off Susan and lay down besides her, allowing his breathe to gradually normalise. The fucking had been hard and intense, but he had needed that release. A while later, he pushed himself off the bed, made his way to the mini bar, and made himself a stiff drink. He sat on the couch sipping his drink. Yes, he had needed that intense fucking. It was some kind of an aphrodisiac that his body had got used to and regularly demanded ever since ... ever since Nancy, his wife of twelve years left him for her lover. He took in a sharp breath as the memories of the buried past came back once again, uninvited, to haunt him, their tentacles sliding in noiselessly from the open window of his hotel room, silently slithering their way across the floor towards him in the dark moonless night. It was now almost seven years since his divorce and seven and a half years since he discovered that his wife of over ten years had been having an affair with one of her associates. Brad exhaled deeply. He had had no inkling until that fateful evening. Up til then, theirs had been your average middle class American family, living in a middle class suburb, albeit one of the better ones. ________________________________________ He still vividly remembered the day when he thought he had met the light of his life. He was a civil engineer by profession, then working for one of the bigger construction companies of the city. He had been instructed by the head office to attend a convention on the latest in civil designing being held near his construction site. The head office felt that somebody just had to be there on their behalf and since Brad Smith was in charge of a construction site close to the venue of the convention he had been the one chosen. The convention was a two day affair and like any other convention across the globe, it was dull and absolutely downright boring till he bumped into Nancy Miller. Yeah, reminisced Brad, taking another sip of his second drink, bump into was the most appropriate word. After finishing his buffet lunch on the first day, Brad had turned hurriedly to make way for the men's room when he ran into Nancy who had just filled up her plate. The buffet time was over and she had just about made it in. "Oops,' said a startled Nancy as her plate went crashing down on the floor. For a moment she was misbalanced and Brad grabbed her elbow to steady her ... and he kept holding her in that pose as he looked into the eyes of the most beautiful face he had ever seen. She had dark wavy hair fashionably set and honey brown almond shaped eyes with a cute dimple on the cheeks. At 5'10'' she had a well proportioned body with long slim and sexy legs. "Thank you, Sir," he heard a voice calling out to somebody from somewhere. He blinked and saw the face smiling back at him, the eyes twinkling in merriment. "Thanks for saving my life," she said again with that lovely smile playing on her sensuous lips. "Oh, I'm sorry," stammered Brad as he hurriedly let go of her elbow. He picked up the broken pieces of the lunch plate and put them in the waste bin, all along apologising for the fiasco. "Look at my dress," said Nancy with a pout, though her face still had that look of amusement. "How can I go back to the convention with this ruined dress!" she exclaimed. It seemed she was also attending a seminar in the adjoining conference room. With the buffet time over, Brad offered to take her to a nearby restaurant for lunch. It was mostly visited by office goers and would be quite empty at this late hour, late enough for nobody to take interest in her ruined dress. They never made it back to their respective conference that afternoon. Brad was in love. It was love at first sight. He just could not take his eyes away from that lovely face with an endearing smile that could launch a thousand ships. The fashionably cut dress made her look like a model from one of the women's magazine. The feeling seemed to be mutual. During the next few meetings they got to know more about each other. He was a civil engineer while she held a degree in management and was working for a company dealing in real estate. Until a few months back she had been seriously involved with a guy she knew from college. That was till one day she came home early and found him in bed with one of his colleagues, a married office colleague. Brad decided to proceed slowly. During this time they kissed, fondled and petted each other but both seemed to prefer to wait as perhaps they both wanted something more lasting from this relationship than a roll in the hay. Finally one afternoon Nancy rang him up and invited him over to her place for dinner. This would be a first time and its significance was not lost upon Brad. He took off early from the construction site and gave himself a complete tuning up so to say. At the duly appointed hour he was at her apartment door in faded jeans and a corduroy coat, a bouquet of flowers in hand and a packet of Trojans in his pocket. He needn't have taken up so much trouble in making himself presentable. The door was unlocked and she called him in. Brad entered and then stopped with his mouth open. Nancy walked in from the kitchen in her high heels, a bottle of wine and glasses her hands and nothing else. She was completely nude. It was a sight he would never forget. His eyes travelled from her face with her freshly painted red lips to her full juicy jiggling breasts with their taut nipples, then down to her flat tummy and then to those lovely long smooth legs. He began breathing heavier as his eyes travelled back to her crotch and settled on the neatly trimmed bush covering her womanly treasure. His eyes then somehow slowly travelled northwards back to her face. She was smiling her impish smile. "Well? What would you like to have first? Drinks or me?" she asked. The bottle of wine remained unopened till well past midnight. It lay amongst the pile of clothes hurriedly left behind by Brad as he carried his dream love to her bedroom in his arms. She lay most of the time with her legs wide open and toes pointing heavenward as Brad pistoned in and out of her, his steel hard rod driving deeper and deeper with each thrust til finally he shot his last cum load for the night into his lovers wet and welcoming love tunnel and then collapsed into an exhausted but blissful sleep on top of her. The two called in sick at their office the next day and continued from where they had left off the other night. A month later he had shifted into her apartment and a year later the two were finally married. A couple of years passed by with the two incessantly fucking like rabbits till one day Nancy announced that she was pregnant. Brad was ecstatic with joy. That day he presented her with a diamond brooch. He knew she liked presents, especially expensive gifts and had never failed to buy her one every second month or so. Her wardrobe collection bore testimony to that as it contained fashionable dresses from perhaps every expensive boutique in town. He even penned some romantic lines for her. He fancied himself as a closet writer and wrote romantic stuff for an e-Book publisher on an on and off basis. The royalties were good and allowed Brad to purchase some fancy pieces of jewellery for Nancy. Brad lit another cigarette and stared at the ceiling reminiscently, the tentacles of the tortuous past were by now greedily feeding upon him. Yes, Nancy loved expensive things, and that should have sent his alarm bells ringing. But he had been young and in love, madly in love. Money was important to him but not an end by itself. After all there was this famous saying that said "Money can't buy you Love." He truly believed in that. But there was another famous line he thought bitterly that said "Money can't buy everything, but it can buy everything else!" Two years later Lisa was born and Brad thought he couldn't be happier. They moved into their new home shortly after. He thought it was a bit out of their range but Nancy had insisted that she didn't want to change houses again and again. Who was he to argue? Anyway their salary would increase as the years rolled on and the monthly instalment wouldn't pinch that much then. Oh! How wrong that would prove out to be, thought Brad with a grimace as he stubbed out the cigarette. He glanced at his near empty glass and then at the time piece and then decided that he could well do with one more. Anyway with those monstrous tentacles hungrily feeding upon his body and soul, sleep would be very long in coming. He lurched up and staggered towards the drinks bar. Watching Lisa grow up had been a joy. His deadened eyes came alive as he remembered Lisa taking her first dainty steps and then falling down on her fanny. Her diapers had cushioned her fall. She had actually smiled and clapped her small hands in glee. Tears rolled down his cheek. He had all her big moments captured on CD. Yes, all of them. That is, till her eighth year. Or was it her ninth? No, he was sure on this one, he had his precious daughter's darling moments up to her eighth year. And then? Brad felt himself go numb. He sucked in hard as he felt the constriction in his chest, the nausea building up inside him. The thing was trying to come out; trying to escape thru the gaping holes those ugly tentacles had carved out so methodically. It had happened before and it had taken all his mental strength and power to subjugate it before it engulfed him, before it spiralled him down the dark depths of gloom and despair ... and pain, endless pain. It was now happening again. "Nooo," hissed Brad, his eyes once more becoming lifeless, immune to the turmoil and torment deep within his body. They finally came to rest on the naked woman sleeping with her legs splayed wide open, cum oozing out. Her mouth was partially open and gentle snores could be heard. She had received a good hard fucking and her body was taking a well deserved rest. There had been no love there, but the raw, almost animalistic fucking had been outta this world. She knew she would be coming back to him for more while her dear loving husband was at some out of town meetings with the soap opera production houses to whom Brad was going to sell their story rights. But for now her body needed a well deserved rest. Revenge Ch. 01 Brad drunkenly staggered towards the bed, his eyes fixed on the swollen vaginal lips. His cock was erect and ready for some more pleasures. He would take her away; take her away from her husband just like Harold Witherspoon had taken his wife away from him, and his Lisa. He clambered up the bed and positioned himself between her legs, seeking out her wet opening. He pushed his cock's head inside, and then his entire thick long girth, till he was pressed tightly against her and resumed the age old movement of sex, picking up speed with each thrust. Susan opened her eyes as shock waves of lust began coursing thru her body in response to the vigorous and tall muscular figure on top of her, taking her again. "If only he would smile," she thought as she accommodated him by adjusting her naked trembling body. It was a good thing that hubby darling would be returning by the late afternoon flight. ================================================== The shrill incessant ringing of the alarm broke his sleep. Brad got up with a start, his eyes taking their time to focus. He looked at the naked woman sleeping next to him. For a moment he failed to place her. Then he remembered. Ah, she was the playwright's wife, Sherrie or Susan or whatever. She had been good, matching his thrusts with that of her own. He liked a good active partner in bed and was sure he would be seeing more of her. The story written by her husband for a TV serial would be requiring many changes and amendments before he would place his mark of approval on it and then share it with the leading production houses. And every time he had those changes made he would be "calling over" Sherrie or Susan or whatever for an "update." It was funny how his hobby of writing short stories had turned into a full time flourishing business thought Brad as he took a hurried shower. But that's the way it was now. He was no longer a civil engineer but a full time story syndicator for a select elite group of TV serial production houses. They would pay a handsome premium for the stories submitted by him and he in turn would share it with the original writers. At times, on his say so, they would even meet some of the story writers in person. Some such writers had ultimately made a place of their own in the TV serial industry and no longer needed his services. Susan, Sherrie or whatever hoped her husband would join that select club one day. No problem there, as there were many more wanna-be writers in the queue and many permanently with him. He had a fully fledged staff working on the stories submitted to make them come up to his satisfaction level before being submitted to the serial houses ... and there would be many proof reading sessions to enjoy with what's her name before her husband's penning was ultimately cleared by him. Yes, he was no longer a civil engineer but a businessman by profession. The only connection with his old profession was thru his association with a group of private financers who lent money to those who could not raise it thru official means. And some such borrowers also came from his old industry. His fellow private sponsors came from different fields and yes, they charged an exorbitantly high rate of interest. After all as the saying goes, "Money can't buy everything, but it can buy everything else!" Brad smiled bitterly. He had learnt that the hard way and he was not going to forget it. Never. But right now he was getting late. He looked at the time piece. He had twenty minutes to make it there, like he did almost every morning without fail. He hurriedly put on his office suit. He always kept some spare clothes at this hotel room which was permanently booked in one of his employees name throughout the year. Just then the door lock clicked open and a smart woman in the hotel dress walked in. She was in her early thirties, married and a mother. But that firm, well moulded body could fool anyone into believing otherwise. She was also a closet lesbian. She loved her husband, she loved her kid and she loved her femineity. had him fooled too til he returned back one afternoon with the wife of another wanna be TV serial writer and found her asleep in the arms of the lady who had spent the night with him earlier. The arrangement couldn't have been better suited. He wanted his liaisons to be kept discreet and so he asked the hotel management to permanently fix one employee in charge of his room. He was willing to pay for the special services. He could now afford it. Rita was the appointed one. It was her duty to ensure that his lady friend for the night was properly attended to in the morning. A car would then whisk her away and Rita would then make the hotel room proper again. This worked out fine for him and as he suspected, it suited Rita too. "Hi," said Rita as she walked in briskly. "Hi," replied Brad admiring the bouncing and swaying breasts hidden behind the fabrics of the hotel uniform as they defied gravity and strained at the tight blouse she wore, threatening to pop the buttons with each stride she took. She looked into the bedroom and glimpsed the nude sleeping form. For a couple of moments she continued to examine the lovely piece of feminism before a small smile began playing upon her lips. The lady in the bed interested her. "I see we had a visitor in the night," she remarked as she swung back to face Brad who by now was hurriedly making his way out. He didn't have much time left. "Do ensure the lady gets all the attention she needs," called out Brad. "Have I ever failed?" she replied back with a smirk, the double innuendo not being missed by Brad. "If only he would smile," said Rita to herself as she continued to stare at the closed door. Then she turned to look at the sleeping beauty with red marks of ravishment all over her body and licked her lips. ================================================= It was a bright, sunny morning and the sun shone brightly down from a cloudless sky. He was in time, just in time. Brad slowed down his BMW as he neared the school and then swung to the kerb and shut off the engine a little distance away and waited like he always had every day for the past many years. A few minutes later a limousine came into view. It came to a halt in front of the school and the chauffeur quickly got out and opened the rear door. Then he saw her. The sunrays shimmered thru her long wavy dark hair as she stepped out of the limousine with her school bag casually slung over her shoulder. It seemed as though the entire world had come to a standstill. He watched her wave out to her friends, taking long steady strides towards them. She had the legs of her mother. But the laughing blue eyes, the long nose and firm jaw were his gift to their child. It was Lisa his daughter. He looked on proudly as she was joined by her friends and they began making their way to the main entrance. His chest swelled up in pride. She would grow up to be a stunner. She was already a teenager and soon her body would fill up, announcing her entry to womanhood. A movement made his head swing back to the limo. Another child had stepped down. A much smaller child in age. Like his sister, he too had dark wavy hair but his honey brown eyes were from his mother's side ... and ... and his round jaw, oval face and short neck were his father's gift, his father ... yes, his father was Harold Witherspoon, the man with whom his wife had almost an year long affair while being married to him and then left him to become her lover's in name also. The boy looked petulantly all around him and then slowly trudged up the stairway all alone. Brad switched on the engine and drove to his office block. There were a pile of proof readings sitting on his desk for his final review and some messages marked important from some Production Houses. Perhaps they wanted some urgent alteration to the story line of a serial already being aired. This normally happened if the actor or actress had decided to leave the show. He instructed his secretary to put on the "do not disturb" sign on his door and then immersed himself in his work. His secretary Brenda shook her head wryly. It was gonna be one of those days. After reading that sign none of the staff people would venture into his office even after the sign had long been removed. ================================================ The pain was back in his chest. So was the nausea. The tentacles were once again creeping in from under his office's door. His mind went back to that fateful evening so many years ago. He had been watching the prime time news. The past year had not been kind to them. The downturn in the economy had meant that the construction business had lost its steam. There was not much work going about and their company had cut their salary by almost half after coming to an agreement with the union that once they were out of the depression cycle they would make it up to the workers. The union agreed as the workers were not being fired and put out on the streets. With free time on his hands, Brad began writing stories to fill in the time. He also became a stay at home dad as the company would call him over to a site whenever it was required. But that was not often, just a couple of days in a week. With reduced earnings came a cut in their household spending. A household commodity once a necessity was now looked upon as a luxury. But Nancy's firm somehow managed to keep its head above the water. Heads did roll in her company but Nancy was one of the lucky ones, or so he thought. It would be much later, after a lot of water had flown under the bridge, that he would realise the reason why she continued was because her lover so insisted with her boss. He had very bluntly told them that he would deal with no one else but Nancy. But he had been ignorant and happy then. At least they could continue to pay off the house mortgage payments. But the sudden penury took its toll at home. Nancy made it very clear with her attitude that she did not like his being at home all day. It was the man's job to support the family. The main role for men is the one of primary income earner and breadwinner. He should be out in the market making money just like many others continued to do so, like Jim across the street, Al her best friend's husband and yes Harold Witherspoon. As far as she was concerned he was wasting away at home ... and wasting away their lives. Their sex life took a turn for the worse. He would be lucky to get a weekly relief with her, but with her constant traveling even that was becoming a rarity. But how could he complain? At least one of them was still working. Things could have been worse. All that changed that fateful night. He had been alone with Lisa for the past two days as Nancy had been traveling again. He had put his free time into completing a story which he had promised his publisher he would send across before the weekend. It was a romantic story and he was hoping to net a tidy amount as royalty. It was quite late and he decided to take a break as he couldn't quite get the flow of the story right in the final chapters for a proper closing. He went to check on Lisa and on finding her fast asleep in her room, he made himself a drink and switched on the local news on the TV. He listened idyll as the newsreader finished one news item after another. Then he sat up with interest. The newsreader was talking about the inauguration of a new shopping mall. There had been a party where the local big wigs had been invited as well as the real estate developers involved. That was one of the places Nancy had said she would be going on behalf of her company. He watched the smiling faces as the camera rolled on, trying to catch all the invitees, especially the big and powerful one. Then he saw her, or rather them. Their back was to the camera as the camera was trying to catch the bigwigs in front of them. She was wearing a stunning black evening dress with spaghetti straps. He recognised the guy she was with. It was Harold Witherspoon. He didn't remember her telling him that he too would be there. He looked on perturbed. They were standing close, too close from his point of view. And her head seemed to be resting on his shoulders. The camera zoomed in for a close up, his eyes widened in shock. The guy's right hand was resting on the small of her back and he was making small dainty circles. Brad went cold. Now he knew why his wife's head was resting on that bastard's shoulder. She was sexually very sensitive down there and he had many a times made her cum by softly playing his fingers over there. She would bury her head in his shoulders and moan in delight as he pleasured her with his erotic rubbing. And that's what she was doing in response to that bastard's sexual foreplay. They were lovers! For a long time he just sat there staring blankly into the screen as the newsreader went on to the next bit of news. His wife was having an affair. What he had seen made it also clear that they had been at it for quite some time. They seemed so comfortable with each other's body. Suddenly some things began to fit in place. There had been signs but he had just blindly ignored them. A couple of times he had seen some expensive lingerie in the dryer. On inquiring, she told him that she had got them at a sale. That had been more than a month or two ago. Since then he did not remember seeing them again. Then there were times when he would walk into the kitchen while she was talking over the mobile. She would immediately hush up and move over to the patio. How blind in love had he been! But why? Other than her continuous complaining about him not being able to land a decent job and the things they were being forced to forgo, he could not remember any other flashpoints between the two of them. The sex had no doubt come down between the two of them but he had always put that to their current stressful times, something that would definitely improve in the coming times. But now? What hurt him most was her dishonesty and lies. If she had wanted out of the marriage, then why didn't she confront him with the issue? Why did she have to kill his trust in her again and again? Did his being temporarily unemployed make him some kind of an outcast, a leper or any less a man? And now that he suspected her, how should he confront her? He just had a TV news clipping to fall back upon for support. His meagre earnings certainly could not bear the luxury of appointing a PI. A face-off, he thought bitterly. He would catch her and her lover red handed. They wouldn't have anything to defend then. And what would he do after the confrontation? Scream, shout, and hurl abuses at them? Perhaps even get physical with the asshole? He was hurt. He was wounded and in deep pain. The woman whom he loved with all his heart had betrayed him so callously. It was as though she had stabbed him in the back. He really didn't know what he would do on seeing her ... he just wanted to confront her. He had saved some of the money from his last publication for buying a gift for Lisa. Now perhaps he would have to put it to alternate use. He switched on his laptop and booked a room in the same hotel in which his wife would be staying. He then checked the flight reservations and put himself on an afternoon flight. He would be there five in the evening, long before she and her lover would be starting their main course for the day. The next morning he arranged for Lisa to stay with his wife's parents for the day. He would be returning home only the next morning. Everything went as planned and by five thirty the next evening he was in his hotel room in the same hotel as his wife was staying. It was one of the upscale hotels in town. A handsome tip to the bell boy also let him know the rooms in which his wife and her lover boy were staying. They were booked next to each other on the floor above him. It was amazing how money could get things done fast and quick. The same bell boy would also be letting him know when his wife entered her hotel room. He looked at his watch. He had some time to kill. But he didn't feel like drinking. He felt like shit. Brad closed his eyes and thought of his wife, her hot, sultry looks, her wholesome body with nice juicy boobs and those long sexy legs. He loved having them wrapped around his waist as he moved in and out of her moist, lubricated love tunnel. He feverently hoped that his suspicions would be proved wrong, that he had read too much into that clipping in the TV news. He must have dozed off because the next thing he knew was the incessant ringing of his mobile. It was the bell boy ringing up to confirm that she had arrived a few minutes back. So had Harold Witherspoon. They had arrived together in fact. He looked at his watch. It was almost seven in the evening. He wondered just what kind of meeting these two were attending. Just then his cell buzzed again. It was his wife. "Hi baby," she chirped happily, "How're things at home?" "As good as they could be," he replied back stiffly, trying to be calm and collected. "You don't sound good. Are you okay?" asked Nancy. "Any reason why I should not be feeling good?" he almost snapped back, somehow managing to control himself in time. There was a brief silence before Brad spoke again. "How was your day?" "Hectic but good. In fact I just got in," she replied. "Any plans for the evening?" "Just want to have a nice long sleep tonight," she replied. Somehow her voice lacked conviction. "Good, I hope I can do that too," replied Brad glibly. After a few more minutes of pleasantries, she rang off. Brad grimaced. The constriction in his chest was growing. He hoped, desperately hoped against the odds and waited. An hour later he got his next call. His wife and Harold had entered the restaurant. Bad news, the signs were not favourable. A good half an hour later, Brad entered the restaurant. He knew which table they were occupying. His informant had booked a table for him which hid him partially from their table by a green wall of potted plants. They had a corner table that gave them privacy, a lot of privacy. And they seemed to be making full use of it. His anger grew as he watched his wife share a level of intimacy which a woman should have with only her partner. They were sitting close together, thigh to thigh with their heads close together and were alternately whispering and giggling like teenagers. It was obvious that their drinks were having their desired effects. But what really pierced his heart was the sight of the asshole's hand draped across his wife's shoulder. As he watched with clenched fists, his arm moved diagonally down on her back. He pushed her closer and she didn't seem to mind. He was cupping her left breast, pressing then releasing and then pressing again. His wife just looked up at him with lovey-dovey eyes. Then Harold bent forward and pressed his lips upon hers. His other hand moved up to grasp her right breast. They sat lip locked for what seemed for ages before they finally came out of their embrace. His wife lifted her hand and caressed his cheek and then lovingly tugged at it. A look was exchanged between the two and then Nancy nodded her head and excused herself. Brad felt sick. Watching his wife behave like a slut hurt him, it literally tore him up. What hurt him most was the humiliation being heaped upon him by the two of them. His wife knew she had a husband waiting for him at home and the asshole knew very well that he was fooling around with a married woman. He had always treated his wife and her parents with the respect they deserved. This seemed so unreal. He was glad he had chosen to come down to see for himself because he would have never believed anyone if they had told him about his wife having an affair. Revenge Ch. 01 Brad got up and left the restaurant before his wife returned from the refreshing room. He had seen the exchange of looks and knew they would be soon making way for the hotel room for a fucking session. He sat down in the lounge and picked up a newspaper to cover his face. A few minutes later the two came out of the restaurant hand in hand and walked over to the elevator. Brad watched the indicator till it stopped at his wife's floor. Then he got up and took the escalator to his floor. His marriage was over. Just like in the case of a sick and dying man, the relatives had to wait for the last final moments before burying the mortal remains of the lost one, similarly in the case of his marriage only the final formal phases had to be perforce gone thru. He had lost his wife to an arrogant but rich bastard who had no scruples in stealing another man's wife. He picked up the intercom and called up Harold's room number. The phone rang but went unattended. He waited another good fifteen minutes before repeating the process and ended up with same results. He put the phone down and went out of his room. It was showdown time. A few minutes late he was standing in front of his wife's room. He looked down the corridor. It was empty. He punched his wife's cell number. It rang for some good minutes before she responded "Yeah, what's up?" she asked in a breathless tone. "Just missing you, so I rung up to say I love you," he replied, trying his utmost not to let his voice betray him. "I love you too baby," she gushed. Her voice sounded hurried as though she wanted to get over with the call. A few seconds late he shut off his cell and turned back to the closed door and knocked. There was no immediate response. Then he could hear some voices. No doubt the lovers were surprised at being disturbed during their tryst. "Whose that?" said a voice from behind the door. He recognised it. It was him. "Room Service," he called out gruffly so as to disguise his voice a bit. The door finally opened and Harold stuck his face out. His eyes showed their surprise when he saw who was out there. But before he could react, Brad's right fist smashed into his face. He had swung with all his might and he herd the sound of something snapping as Harold flew backwards into the room. Nancy screamed as she saw Harold come down. Then her voice turned to a surprise gasp as she saw her husband step inside and shut the door. "Oh no ... oh my God ... nooo!" she wailed and desperately tried to cover up her nakedness with the bed sheet. She pushed herself as far away as possible from her approaching husband, her hands holding the bed sheet over her breasts. "Nooo ... nooo ..." she kept repeating without even perhaps comprehending what she was saying. Her eyes refused to meet her husband's angry, accusing glare. For a few moments there was complete silence in the room broken only by the painful groans emanating from the man on the floor. Harold was clutching his face, trying to staunch the flow of blood from his broken nose. Finally Brad broke the silence. "You don't have to be afraid of me. Like I had just said over the cell, I love you and I could never hurt you. Yes, I did expect some more honesty, trust and truthfulness from you in our now dead relationship. I have always loved you and I don't think it is within me to have stopped you from leaving me had you mentioned it even once. But this insult that you have heaved upon me by warming the bed of another man while continuing to wear my wedding ring was very harsh, very harsh and cruel of you." Nancy continued to sob into the bed sheet for some time before replying. "I ... we were planning to tell you ... tell you about us once you got a job. I never thought it would be like this." "Job!" shouted Brad, "You were waiting for me to get a job? What's my getting a job got to do with your slutty behaviour?" Suddenly it struck him. "How long has this being going on?" he asked in a much quieter voice. "Almost a year," she whispered back. She made an attempt to cover up herself further as though it would protect her from his ensuing invectives. The bed sheet moved up and exposed her thighs to Brad's glare. He could clearly make out red rashes running down her creamy thighs, a clear indicator of their wild coupling. Then there was nothing more to be added. He could have screamed. He could have ranted. But the damage had been done to their marriage. And like she just said, they were waiting for him to find a steady job before cocking their nose at him. Nothing could turn the clock back. Nothing could make things right again. With one final contemptuous look at the figure cowering under the bed sheets, Brad turned on his heels and walked out of his wife's room without a glance at the figure withering in pain on the floor. He checked out and decided to take the Greyhound in the night rather than waiting for the morning flight. He just couldn't stand being in the same place as his adulterous wife. Her deceit and betrayal had shocked him. ============================================== Back home he spent a lonely morning all by himself. He requested Nancy's parents to keep Lisa with them for another day. He just didn't feel energetic enough to be around an eight year bundle of energy. They were perturbed but did not ask any embarrassing questions. He sat on the patio for several hours looking far away into the distance while his shell-shocked brain tried to conjure up some logical explanation for his wife's adultery. The image of his naked wife huddled under the bed sheets in her hotel room with her clothes and those of her lover strewn all over came back to him again and again. At least she should have thought about their child and the effect it would have on her if they were to separate. Try as he could, he just couldn't understand how she had turned into such a cold and self centred woman. Did he fail to satisfy her? Well, he couldn't remember them ever having any discussion on that. And the way she responded to him in the bed certainly did not indicate her dissatisfaction in any way. Then what was it that drove them apart? His mind wandered back in time to the wonderful years they had had together when they could afford just a one room apartment, the coming of Lisa in their lives, the pains and joys associated with the rearing up of a toddler. He had always wished they had had another child. But she preferred to wait and he gave in to her wish. She had always loved to dress up smartly, and he had always loved to see her dressed up smartly in the latest fashion. And why not? After all, she was the light of his life and the mother of his only child. That was till his company cut back on the jobs and he had just managed to hang on with a temporary assignment every now and then. But they knew it was going to be a temporary phase. Such phases did come in a couple's life. They had discussed it on a number of occasions, right here on this very patio. Then what was it? But as he tried to recollect, he realised that this was the very period when she began to distancing herself from him. She would time and again argue with him about not getting a proper job; that the job market was really not that bad and companies were still eager to take guys with a good track record. And her out of town trips seemed to have also increased in their frequency. Perhaps this was the time her affair with Harold began while he stayed back at home writing short stories for e-publishers and taking care of their baby girl. His reverie was broken by the sound of the ringing of the door bell. He glanced at his watch. It was late in the afternoon. Guess it's time to face my cheating wife again he thought bitterly as he made for the main door, thinking that she had taken an early flight home. He opened the door to find a forty something rotund man standing on the doorsteps, dressed in a pin stripe suit. He introduced himself as Mark Sayer, a lawyer. He didn't waste much time and quickly got down to the purpose of his visit. He had been hired by his wife and she wanted a quite amicable divorce, and yes he was being served. He placed a manila envelope on the glass top side table and then continued. He had been also hired by Harold Witherspoon and was contemplating filing of a case of assault. He had sat stunned listening to the lawyer as he rambled on and on. The deal he was here about soon became clear to him. If he were to agree for an amicable divorce, then even though this was a no fault state with provisions for a 50/50 split of assets, his wife was willing to forego her share of assets because she realised that Brad was not gainfully employed and almost penniless. If not, then Harold would bring in charges of assault and battery. They had witnesses; he explained who would testify in their favour. And then there was this clipping from the security camera at the hotel corridor that clearly showed him pushing in forcefully into his wife's room with his fist swinging at the same time. Of course, it would be also be proved that his wife and Harold had been fully dressed and going thru their day's report before calling it a day over a cup of coffee. All in all a simple case of a jealous husband ... an unemployed jealous husband who was making it harder and harder for his wife who was the sole bread earner to properly undertake all her responsibilities as a working woman and a mother of a small child. Of course, his wife would get to keep their daughter; after all he was jobless and penniless. She had killed him. She had robbed him of his honour and dignity. And she had taken away his daughter. He felt the hollow, empty feeling inside him building up again. It was always there ever since that shark had left his house, with the divorce papers he had signed neatly tucked into his slim leather briefcase, his mission fully accomplished. The shark had known this would be a successful mission. After all, the stupid ignorant husband was also jobless and penniless and there's very little you can buy without money. Even lawyer's and extended court room proceedings require money. Yes it had been a win/win case from the very first instance. To be continued. alex_lover Revenge Ch. 01 This story takes a little setup, but I think it will be worth it. Chapter 1, Flashback. I was blindfolded, naked and wearing specialized ankle and waist straps of my own design. The strangeness of the situation almost caused me to chuckle out loud, but I did not want to give the beautiful and bound lady any clues to what was really going on. As I waited in the dark for her to wake up, I spent my time reviewing the events that led me to this hopefully rewarding situation. I was a fairly wealthy individual, mostly because of the time spent focused on programming and electronics in school, since I had such bad luck with the ladies. My first attempt at dating when I was about 15 really messed me up, and since then I could hardly talk to attractive women. Even through college I devoted my time to my major of engineering instead of women. This of course explained why I was still a virgin at 24, but hopefully that would change soon. About two months ago I returned to my Manhattan apartment, to find two rather expensive pieces of artwork missing from my walls. I only spent about 25% of my time in town, the rest out in the country, so I had a pretty good alarm system, which I had just turned off. Whoever had stolen the pictures had not only bypassed my security system, they had turned it back on when they left! I immediately called the cops of course, and when they came to investigate, I was left with a feeling of anger and resignation. They found no fingerprints, the video surveillance had been erased from the hard drive, and they said it was unlikely they would ever catch the thief. It was a couple of hours after they left that I saw the teddy bear on the mantle, which gave me a spark of hope. Before I had the security system installed, I had a dog sitter come to walk my beagle when I was away on short trips. To make sure the young lady that walked my dog was being trustworthy, I had bought a cheap nanny-cam that was inside the teddy bear. It had its own storage system, and was keyed on motion detection, so maybe I had something to give the police a chance after all! I had quickly setup my laptop and connected to the storage system, and reviewed the few video entries for the last couple of days. The video showed a fairly small person in sweat pants and a hoody, walking around inspecting my artwork. When the next video clip showed the person walking out with my favorite Andy Warhol print, I finally got a look at the face, and my jaw dropped in surprise. The face I saw under the gray hoody was almost certainly that of a beautiful young brunette that I saw fairly often, although I of course had not talked with her because of my problem with women. She lived one floor beneath my apartment, and had borrowed a couple of eggs from me for a baking project about 2 weeks previously. I remember blushing when she smiled and said hi when I opened the door, and getting totally tongue tied when she tried to make conversation. She was amazingly beautiful, with full lips, bright green eyes, and a body that distracted me so much I had a hard time carrying the eggs back out to give her. Her name came to me suddenly, I think it was Tess. She must have checked out my artwork when I went into the kitchen. My surprise quickly turned to anger, mixed with some other emotions, so I almost called the cops back to give them the tape. I was not sure the tape would be able to prove it was her though, since the resolution was not that great. Looking at her face on my laptop, and remembering how amazing she looked gave me the beginnings of an idea. That is how I ended up blindfolded in the special room at my ranch. I had hired a private eye who I had been told by a good friend could 'get things done' and had him check out the brunette who had ripped me off. While he was doing that, I developed my plan and put it into motion. I spent some time at my ranch, converting the big basement in the house into this special room, and built the electronics I would need. I had setup a laptop and written a program to release different locks under certain circumstances. When I was done, I called the P.I., and was told she was apparently a very successful thief, who had no record, and only been talked to by the cops once a few years previously, but never charged. She was only 22 years old, so whomever she had learned her art from had obviously been a good teacher. Her name was Alberta Johnson, not Tess, so either it was a nickname, or an alias. With a name like Alberta, maybe it was a nickname. I decided she needed to pay for her crimes, and since the painting was almost certainly long gone, I might as well get rid of my virginity problem at the same time. I knew I could not simply confront her, I would be almost unable to talk. Therefore I put my plan into motion. I had the P.I. drug some food in her apartment, and deliver her to my car about 3:00 in the morning. I had to pay $25 grand to get it done, and only after disclosing enough of my plan that the P.I. was convinced I was not going to kill her or something. When she was delivered to my car, I drove carefully out to the country to the ranch, and carried her to the room. I took off all her clothes, and admired her unconscious body for a few moments. Her ass was amazing, round, smooth and muscular. Her breasts were about average size, but looked large on her since she was probably about 5' 1". She was obviously in great shape, with toned legs and arms, and an almost flat stomach. With only a little difficulty I lifted her onto the special bench I had made, face down. I locked her arms to the supports near her head, and then lifted and bent each leg to put her knees on to the pads. I spread her legs enough to lock her ankles to the back supports. When I was done, her head was supported tilted slightly upward, her arms and legs were down, and she was kneeling reclined forward at about 20 degrees from horizontal. I strapped the electronic belt around her waist, and the upper part of her thighs. There were two sets of sensors on the belt and thighs that were connected to the computer. I swung the laptop into place under her head, squeezed one perfect ass cheek, and got ready myself. After taking off all my clothes, and putting hers and mine out of the room, I locked the door and put on my special bracelets and harness. My bracelets and harness had similar sensors to the ones on Tess, with the addition of a few hidden buttons that would allow me to control the locks and other things in the room. It was a little tricky getting the blindfold buckled in place, since it was designed to be un-removable by me. I powered up the system and sat down on the cot to wait. Since I had no idea when the sedative would wear off, I laid down for a nap, as it had been a long night. She Awakes. I had dozed off for maybe an hour or two, when I heard some groans. I awakened quickly as I remembered where I was, and what I had planned. The groans quickly turned to words, as she started struggling against the straps. "What the fuck! What's going on!" I heard in the dark as she moved the little she could on the bench. "Who's there?" I called out, playing my part as well as I could. Since I could not see Tess's beauty, I was confident enough to be able to talk normally. I was laying back on the padded cot against the far wall, about 12 feet from where Tess lay bound. She could turn her head slightly to the side to see me, as I imagine she would now. "Get me out of here you son of a bitch!" she yelled when she caught sight of me. I sat up and moved my hands in front of my crotch, aware she would be able to see me clearly now. As planned, the harness I wore made a loud beep as my hands got too close to my crotch, and gave me a small electric shock on my thigh. I yelled out in apparent agony, jerking my hands away and out to my sides. The little shock gave me the courage to reply "What do you mean get you out of here? Take this shock collar off of my nuts!" I yelled back with what I hoped was an angry look on my face, with my arms still out to the side. She could see now that I was blindfolded, and apparently in much the same situation she was in. "I can't do anything, I'm tied up" she said in a slightly calmer voice. "Come untie me and I will untie you". "Ok, I'll try, but you will have to tell me what to do, I can't see a thing" I said as I got up and start slowly walking toward her, with my hand held out in front of me. I knew there was a chair somewhere in-between us, one of the few pieces of furniture I had left in the room. Since she did not warn me of the chair, I walked right into it and stubbed my toe, cursing and hopping back a little. "Ow! Son of a ..." I said, hopping back a bit. "Sorry", she said apologetically, "I wasn't quick enough to tell you about the chair". "No problem," I said, "I have nine other toes" as I slowly felt my way around the chair. As I took another hesitant step towards her she said "Ok, stop there, my arms are tied down below me. I felt forward, touching her bare shoulder with one hand, and the top of her head with the other. "Are you naked too?" I asked suddenly. "Never mind that" she said angrily, "Just get me off this thing." "I'm trying to help you" I replied in the same tone. "You could at least be polite since we're in this together you know." "Sorry, I've just never been tied up before, and I don't like it" she said in a softer voice. "Me either lady, so forget it" I said as I felt down her left arm toward her hand. As I was getting close to her wrist, my harness again beeped, and I got another slight shock. I played it up like I got hit by a cattle prod though, jumped back, tripped over the chair and yelled "Shit! Not again" "What happened?" " Well, unless someone is watching us, I can't untie you any more than I can untie me." "Can you see anyone?" I asked quietly. After a second of hearing slight movements as she craned her neck around as much as she could, she said "No, nothing. I don't see any windows or anything". Somewhat relieved that she had not spotted the cameras I had very carefully hidden around the room, I replied " Got any more bright ideas? I don't want to get shocked again, that hurts like a mother!" "Well, why don't you take off your blindfold, and see what is behind me?" "I can't", shaking my head, "I tried earlier and got shocked. That was the first time, before you woke up I guess". "If my hands get too close to my head, or my waist, I get shocked. NOT pleasant" I said emphatically. "So how long have you been here anyway?" she asked. "A couple of hours I guess, I woke up kind of dizzy. I don't know what happened, I went to sleep last night in my apartment, and woke up here." "How about you?" I asked. "Same thing I guess. Hey, you look kinda familiar". "Do I? I'd say the same but... " I smiled in response and pointed my hands at my blindfold. "I'm John by the way". "My name is Tess" she said in reply. Apparently it was her nickname. "Can you see anything to drink in here? I'm really getting thirsty" I said as I stood up again. "Me too!" she said. "I don't see anything in front of me, maybe behind?" I started to carefully walk in that direction. As soon as I was sure I was out of her view, I hit the first hidden button on my wrist. The laptop directly beneath her head beeped twice as the screen came on, showing the instructions I had written there, and the time of 8:00. I had no idea what time it was, but this would make it look like the computer came on automatically at 8. "What was that?" I said as I turned back towards her. "A computer just turned on" she said. "It has instructions on it". "What does it say" I asked. "It says 'You must be thirsty by now. To get a drink, operate the panel on the back wall. Select what you want on the screen after typing in this code'" "It has a 12 digit code after that" she said. "How can I type anything if I can't see it?" "Just try please" she said. "Ok, I'll give it a shot". I turned back towards the back wall and slowly walked with my hands out. I ran into the wall, and inspected it with my hands. "There is a screen of some kind I think, but no keyboard. There is also a little alcove in the wall, but I can't find anything else" I said in reporting my findings to her. "Nothing else? She said despairingly. "Nope, sorry. Is that all that it says on the screen?" I asked innocently. "Well, not quite" she answered reluctantly. "So what's the rest say? I'm getting really thirsty here!" I said impatiently. There was silence for a few moments. "What's the problem Tess?" I waited for an answer. "It says 'You've been a bad girl, and before you get water, your partner must be able to see. For him to see, you must swallow all your partner gives you'". "What does it mean? I don't have anything to give you" I said with a question in my voice. I also knew that what is really said was swallow all the cum your partner gives you, since I wrote it. After another pause, she said "I think it means I have to swallow from your penis" "It says you have to drink my urine?" I said. "That's gross!" I put a note of surprise and disgust in my voice. "Um, no, it means you have to come inside of my mouth" I let the silence drag out of several seconds after that. "I've uh. I mean... I've never done that" I slowly said. It was not hard to be convincing since it was true. "Have you, uh, ever..." I let her figure out the rest of the question. "Actually, no." she said. "I mean I have but I never let anyone finish in my mouth before." The conversation was having an effect on me. I was already halfway hard. "Is there anything else on the screen?" I asked. "Afraid not." She said quietly. "Okaaay.." I let the silence drag on. "Well, I don't see any alternative." She said. "Are you sure?" I asked, "I mean..." I knew there was no alternative, since I designed it that way. "Might as well get it over with" she said. "Ok, um, how do I, where.. I stammered to a halt, my shyness overwhelming me for a moment. "Since I obviously can't move, you will have to come here." she said. "Stand in front of me, and let's see if this will work." I shuffled forward, my hands out in front of me. I purposely angled to the right a little, knowing I would run into her. My outstretched hand glided right onto her left butt cheek, and I snatched my hand back and said "Sorry" just as she said "Hey!, hands off!" I shuffled around in front of her saying "I didn't mean to touch you there, I just can't see too good" I lied as I smiled a little. I felt myself blushing furiously in spite of myself, which is when she recognized me. "Hey, you're that guy that.. Um, I mean I borrowed some eggs from you!" she finished lamely, realizing she almost admitted stealing my artwork. "You mean you're that Tess, the one that lives in the floor below me?" I blushed even deeper, if possible. My erection had subsided most of the way by now, due to embarrassment, and the same shyness I was trying to overcome. "Uh, yes, that's me" she said. "Small world, huh?" as she chuckled a bit. As I stood in front of her for several seconds, with her mouth about a foot away from my cock, she finally said "well, you need to move closer, so I can...." "Okay" I said, as I moved about an inch closer. "Come on!" she coaxed, "Closer, I won't bite" I laughed nervously, and shuffled forward several times, until my stomach touched her forehead. My nervousness and shyness were fighting my arousal, so I was still only slightly hard. "Um, we have a problem" she said. My nervousness got worse suddenly. "What's wrong?" I said, with a shaky voice. "Well, unless you get aroused, I can't get you in my mouth. You are hanging down too far." "Oh," I said. I'm just nervous I mean..." "You really never did this before?" she said wonderingly. "Nope, not even close." I replied quietly. "Why not?" she asked. "You're a good looking guy. You're not gay are you?" "NO!" I said quickly. I just never really had a girlfriend, except once, when I was 15, and it just... I mean it did not go well, and since then I..." I stammered to a halt again, remembering in spite of myself, the embarrassment of my first attempt at a kiss. "You mean you never had a girlfriend since you were 15?" she asked incredulously. "Nope" I answered embarrassedly. By this point I was totally un-aroused. "Wow, that's hard to imagine." "Sorry." I said quietly. "Hey, nothing to be sorry about!" she replied. "We'll just have to talk you through it I guess." First off, when you get hard, I will kiss the end of your penis, then maybe kiss the side of it. Then I will open my mouth, and take just the head inside, and use my tongue all around the head. I think you'll like that" I felt myself swelling as I concentrated on her words. "Then you will need to move your hips some, and slowly move back and forth in my mouth. NOT too far in though!" she cautioned. "Ok" I said. "How far is too far?" "Well, if I cough or gag, that is too far, ok?" she replied. "OK. Gotcha". My cock had subsided slightly during the discussion. "Then, you will slide your penis back and forth, and I will try to use my tongue and make you come. When you come, be careful you don't push too far ok?" "Ok" I promised. The visual she had made cause my to swell almost all the way, far enough that she could touch me with her lips. "Ok, here we go" she said, as I trembled in anticipation. I felt her breath on the head of my cock, and suddenly my arousal intensified greatly, causing me to get rock hard in about 2 seconds. I felt her kiss the head, just like she said she would, and I groaned out loud. She put her tongue out, and licked the tip, and I almost jumped back from the sensation. Warm, and slippery, with a texture very different from my hand. When her mouth closed around the head of my cock, I almost came right then. I was in heaven, and any trepidation I felt earlier was washed away with the movement of her tongue. As she swirled her tongue on me, I groaned again, and involuntarily jerked my hips forward some. I remembered not to go too far though, and the wave of pleasure that washed through me, made me repeat the motion. Soon I was gliding my cock in to the back of her mouth, and then retreating to the edge of her lips. About 10 or 12 strokes like that, and the pressure building at the base of my cock built rapidly, to the point where I could no longer control my thrusting. I increased the speed of my hips, and with a few sharp thrusts forward, starting coming. I groaned out "Fuck Yeah!!!" as the first spurt of my cum washed into the back of Tess's mouth. I quickly followed with more thrusts, and more jets of cum, pushing further into her mouth as she swallowed. The third thrust as I was coming made me push too far and as she swallowed my cum, she also swallowed about a third of my cock. The increased sensation was almost too much for me, and I pulled back as she coughed, and pushed forward again until she gagged. I remembered then not to go too far, and held my cock still for the last 2 or the blasts of cum deep into her mouth. She swallowed what was in her mouth, and the sensation on the head of my cock was suddenly too much, and I pulled out with a gasp. I did not realize my hands were held on either side of her head, until I used my grip to keep from falling over. As I let go, she coughed again, and I said "I'm Sorry, I didn't mean to go so far, I mean... That was just incredible....." I ran out of breath, since I was still breathing pretty hard. "That's Ok" she said. "I know you did not mean to, and it only made me gag the one time." As she and I caught our breath, I reached to finger the hidden button on my wrist, and the computer beeped loudly, followed by a beep on my blindfold. Revenge Ch. 01 "What's that?" I said. "The computer screen changed. It says you can take off the blindfold now." "Are you sure? I REALLY don't want to get shocked again!" "I'm sure" she said. I slowly raised my hands to my head, and felt around to get to the buckles. I took my time, to make sure it did not look like I knew how to take it off. As I undid the last buckle, I pulled the blindfold off my eyes, and blinked in the suddenly bright light. (Chapter 2 to follow) Revenge Ch. 01 It was one hour after midnight in downtown Dallas. Even though there was barely any traffic, she drove slowly, just under the speed limit. It was her routine to mentally run through the sequence over and over again, until she was one mile from her target. Then she would empty her mind and drive as if she was possessed by a silent spirit. It had worked since her Special Forces days in Australia. When she spotted the club located in a windowless abandoned warehouse just south of the city, she drove around the building seven times, circling it like a shark circled its prey. As her black BMW crossed the large parking lot, her mind clicked into business mode. She selected a spot under a large oak tree, away from the flashing neon lights that screamed "The Tastiest Girls in Town!" Killing the engine, she hid the key under the passenger seat, then checked her makeup in the rearview mirror. Her emerald green eyes were surrounded and shadowed by bodacious black ink, as if she was a quarterback in professional football. Her lips were hidden under layers of fire-engine red lipstick. She ran her fingers through her platinum blond hair, letting it fall over her face, partially covering her right eye. She left the car unlocked. Stepping out gingerly, one leg at a time, she balanced herself on the five-inch stilettos. After a few steps, she wiggled and pulled down her black leather miniskirt, reaching under it to pull up her thong an inch above the waistband. Her milky halter top, knotted behind her neck and ending an inch above her belly button, revealed her chiseled stomach. Her back was entirely bare, except for an elastic band stretching across the small of her back. A black scorpion peeked out from under the skirt, giving the impression it had just crawled out of her. The bouncer behind the velvet rope thought he saw an Amazon approach, standing over 6 feet with spiked heels. He could not recognize her. But that did not mean much because he worked only on weekends. His regular job was in construction. But with the economy still in the toilet, he had to moonlight on weekends. Because he was not affiliated with any of the gangs, he would later be the only one who mentioned her to law enforcement. The bouncer looked at her for a split second before opening the door for dancers, which was around the corner, to the left of the main entrance for guests. As soon as she entered the crowded room, the deafening thumping sound of hip-hop slapped her in the face. She stood still for a few seconds, letting her eyes adjust to the dark. The room was Texas-large, with dozens of girls moving around in various stages of undress. In the middle of the room, four dancers twirled around four separate poles on raised platforms. The bar was on her left and the restrooms on her right. In the far end of the room was a red sign with the three letters V-I-P. She crossed the room diagonally and headed for the ladies' room. From the corner of her eye, she spotted Don Giordano. He was celebrating with his top three regional chiefs, each of which had kidnapped and shipped more than ten girls overseas in the last year. This was his way of motivating his captains. Giordano caught sight of her over the rim of his glass. He whispered to his bodyguard, who sprang into action. "Hey gorgeous, my boss wants you to party with us." The bodyguard came up behind her and held her elbow. As she turned and went with him, she asked, "Who is your boss?" "Don't matter. Just know you will be paid big bucks, okay?" His grip on her tightened. She swayed her hips from side to side and timed her walk to coincide with the music. "Nice to meet you." She bent down as she extended her hand, allowing Giordano a scenic view of her chest. Giordano banged the glass down in the low table with a crack that was audible above the music. He grabbed her palm with both hands and pulled her in. At the same time, the bodyguard spun her so she ended up sitting on his lap. "Let me introduce you to the gang," Giordano rubbed himself against her leather skirt, which had slid up to reveal almost all of her thighs. "This is Uno, Dos, and Tres." He pointed to the three captains. Like the bodyguard, they were all dressed in three-piece suits. Only Giordano was in a polo shirt. "Hi," she turned around and shook hands with all three. "My name is Milkshake. You can shake me as much as you like." She bopped up and down on Giordano's lap. He dipped his hand inside his pants to bring his hardened manhood back to the center, facing up. "I will definitely shake you like a hurricane," Don rocked from side to side in his armchair, laughing so violently she thought he might just drop dead with a heart attack, saving her the trouble. The rest of the men laughed along with the boss. "The girls work only for tips," the music halted when the DJ announced. "Let's be generous and show our appreciation." Giordano handed a thick stack of twenties and told his bodyguard to spread his love. Four new girls climbed the steps to the stage, holding hands with the previous girls and taking a bow. New music came on. The previous four climbed down and headed straight to Giordano's group. All five men now had girls on their laps. "Let the show begin," Giordano declared to his top kidnappers. It was a signal to start undressing the exotic dancers. Giordano fumbled with his fleshy fingers to undo the knot behind her neck. She let her top fall to her waist before sticking her tongue into his left ear, caressing it. The tip of her tongue traced his jawline, down to his chin, then up his other jaw line to his right ear. She toyed with his earlobe before blowing hot wet air into it. "Let's go to the VIP room." Giordano was familiar with the drill. He snapped his fingers, nodding to his bodyguard. The bodyguard fished out three one-hundred dollar bills. His hand slid along her inner thighs and under her skirt, slowly hooking each bill to the elastic left string holding up one side of her thong. Giordano eased his three hundred pounds out of the large chair, slowly walking to the VIP room, his hand wedged inside the waistband of her skirt. It was pitched dark inside the VIP room. Anything could happen in the VIP room, which was deliberately designed so that nobody could see what was being done. What happened in the VIP room really stayed in the room. The music seemed to be even louder here, with speakers built into the armrests of the large sofa seats. Sitting on his pleasure organ, she removed her top over her head and tied the straps around his neck. Half standing and half sitting on his lap, she jerked his face in by the straps, crushing his face against her chest, flattening his nose. Squeezing her breasts together, arms wrapped tightly around his back, trapping his torso as if he was inside a burrito, she stopped his oxygen flow for a few seconds. The move was new to him, propelling him to his promised land. She knew he loved it when his hand started reaching inside her thong. She guided his thumb into her, rubbing, probing, until she was moist and warm. His breathing struggled. His body started to tremble. She relaxed her grip and allowed him to suck in a deep breath. She was totally in control. Gyrating to the music, she let his thumb stay inside her. His middle finger started to explore, looking for another point of entrance. She adjusted her weight, guiding the finger to her narrower entrance. With his two fingers holding her like a bowling ball, she drowned his mouth with her dripping tongue and pinched his nose. The deprivation of oxygen turbocharged him as she rode his thumb and finger, increasing the tempo, eventually driving them both into uncharted territory. Before the end of the first song, he exploded inside his pants. When the second song started, she removed his shirt, her thumb circling one nipple as she licked and bit the other. In one smooth move, she let her thong drop to her ankle, tossed it back up, caught it with one hand, and shoved it in his mouth. Going around him, she covered his face with his own shirt. Then tied the ends so he was blindfolded. He could no longer see her movements, heightening his pleasure. He felt her pull his pants down to his ankles. Rapid strokes on his messy cock brought him close to the edge, then back off so she can repeat the cycle. He was not sure whether it was her hand or mouth that brought him in and out of sexual paradise. Why did you need seventy-two virgins, thought Giordano, when all you needed was one hot blonde? He felt her hands move behind him, expertly massaging his temples and back of his spine. God, she was good. He felt soft and relaxed everywhere except for his hardened member. She tightened the blindfold, then pinched his nose and pushed her thong further in. He choked slightly, but enjoyed the feeling of near asphyxiation. When she released his nose and mouth half a minute later, he breathed deeply and exploded a second time, soaking his unkempt pubic hair. The third song was a slow number. She circled around, went down on her knees, wiped off his sticky fluid with her hair. God, he would give anything to stick it into her. It would have to be outside the club because actual sex was illegal in a Dallas club. In his head, he was making plans on how to enjoy her for the night when he felt the strangulation on his neck. Too late, he realized she was twisting her halter straps tightly around his neck. She was surprisingly strong, lifting up his neck up until his butt was an inch above the chair. He caught her hair and attempted to throw her over. But her biceps and triceps worked powerfully together. He felt as if his neck would be severed. Surely the halter straps was not strong enough and would break was his dying thought. He screamed into the silk of his own shirt, using up the remaining oxygen in his lungs. The bouncer saw her leave the club. Strangely, she was wearing a crumpled shirt too large for her. The BMW sped out of the parking lot, crushing the gravel under it. * to be continued ... Revenge Ch. 01 She was scarred not worked up and her pussy was dry as a bone. He didn’t care and began to fuck her hard while the other three guys held her face and body down on the table watching. They pushed her breasts and face against the wooden table hurting her as Munford pumped and pumped away on her body. It seemed like this was taking hours too but he had only been fucking her for a few minutes. In and out in and out of her tight dry pussy Munford pumped his cock. She realized he was not that big, maybe 6 inches and not to thick either. Lee was bigger and thicker maybe 7 or 8 inches long and 3 inches around. His cock was as black as the sky at night. Munford was moaning and grunting and didn’t last long as he began to cum. He filled her passageway with his load making him slid in and out of her cunt much easier now. He didn’t stop fucking her until his cock was almost completely deflated and fell out of Mary’s pussy. The brothers all patted him on the back and congratulated him on fucking his first white bitch. They laughed and carried on as Mary laid there. As she started to stand up straight, the next guy, Samuel, got behind her and pushed her back down on the table. She cried out: “Oh please, NO! Don’t do this. Let me go. God damn it let me go!” Bubba asked her if she wanted a beating and she cried: “No! Oh please don’t hit me. Please don’t do this please.” Lee told her to shut the fuck up. Mary lay face down on the table again as the second black man moved behind her and began to insert his cock into her. He was bigger than the first man, maybe 7 inches long and 3 inches wide. As he continued to fuck her, she feel her body beginning to make it easy for her pussy to accept this bigger cock. Her body began to lubricate the walls of her pussy with her juices almost automatically. Along with the first guy’s cum, Samuel was sliding his cock into her lubricated pussy now with long smooth strokes. She was stretched but not to bad. Mary trembled as she felt a movement inside her pussy that meant only one thing. Her body was starting to turn on to the fucking. She said a prey that she could control herself and not orgasm. She moaned as he continued to fuck her relentlessly. And then something started to happen that scared Mary even more than the black man fucking her. Oh GOD NO! She felt her clit being slowly stroked and she knew it was Lee’s fingers. She knew his touch and begged for him to stop touching her. He just laughed and said: “I told you to enjoy it baby. It’s going to happen. You might start to really love black cock. If you just accept it and go with this you will enjoy it a great deal more. Besides my brother Jones and big Bubba haven't had a turn on you yet. But they will baby. And you should thank you white ass Bubba didn’t fuck you first. He would have ripped your little white cunt like you wouldn’t believe.” She tried to move but with two big guys holding her down she was defenseless. Finally she felt Samuel’s hands hold on to her hips as he was thrusting into her pussy harder and faster, like an animal in heat. He started to grew harder and thicker inside her and she knew he was about to cum. As his cock fucked her body now like a machine he was moving it in and out of her faster and faster and faster. The other men were cheering him on. As he continued, his cock reached its thickest and hardest point. Mary knew this one was just about finished. He was going to cum in just a few seconds. Mary held her breath trying to not have the orgasm that was building inside her as she was being stimulated with a finger on her clit and a large cock fucking her. Samuel slammed into her and held it as deep as he could, grunting loud as he emptied his nuts into her pussy. Samuel was hot and wet from his fuck workout and slapped her ass hard as he pulled out of her pussy still semi-hard. He walked around to her face and licked her nose and lips before he wiped his cock all over her back and shoulders. He told her: “Umm umm baby. You sure do have a nice tight pussy but it’s so white.” They all laughed as he continued to tell, her “You know, I’m going to like fucking you again and again all weekend." She was startled. She was sure she was going to be let up after they all had a turn at her. But now she was frighten to death. They were going to fuck her again and again, over and over all weekend. As soon as Samual was finished, Lee’s brother, Jones, got right behind her and she felt him inserted the tip of his cock into her spreading pussy hole wider. She moaned louder since Lee’s brother‘s cock was quiet a bit bigger than the last two inside her maybe 8 inches long and more than 4 round. He slid it into her with one smooth fast thrust. All the cum inside her pussy made it easier but he still stretched her with his thickness. She felt like he was going to shove his cock threw her body he began fucking her so hard. He held her hips and smacked her ass over and over again as he hammered his cock into her pussy. Mary felt the walls of her cunt protesting the big cock hammering hard inside her, but Jones continued ramming her with disregard. Again and again Jones fucked into her pussy making her body slam up against the table and hurting her. She begged for him to let her move and adjust her body on the table. But, no one paid any attention to her they were all watching her get fucked hard and laughing and cheering the black man on and on. They watched, as the big man behind her was fuck away on her young sweet body. Jones moaned as he told them how good she was and how tight her white pussy was. He was pistoning into her over and over and over again. She cried out as her body hurt as it hit against the table in the front and was stimulated by his cock as he fucked her from behind. And, now she found herself beginning to rock against Lee’s fingers that never stopped rubbing her clit. She cried louder as she felt an orgasm building. As Jones felt her pussy walls shrink and squeeze his cock he yelled: “She’s cumming! The bitch is cumming. I fucken knew this white bitch would love our black cocks. She wanted it. You wanted this didn’t you bitch? Come on move that white ass and fuck me baby. Oh god she is so tight.” Jones arched his back and pushed his legs and ass forward driving his cock into her deeper. As his thick blood-swollen cock moved deeper and deeper into her cunt she screamed as the orgasm took over her body and put her into another world for a few seconds as she climaxed. As her body was climaxing to the movement of her pussy and pelvis it was all Jones could handle. His nuts felt like they were rolling up into his body as they began to unload his cum. He shot a huge load of his heavy cum into Mary’s little white body. Mary’s body fucked Jones cock squeezing it and holding it deep inside her body as her orgasm continued. She had no idea how long it went on, but it was very long and very hard. The men cheered her on as she climaxed again right behind the first one. When she finally finished she was shaking and whimpering as Lee finally stopped stroking her clit. Jones had stopped pumping his cock into her but kept his cock deep inside her as he slowly rotated his hips round in little circles. Mary had no feeling in her pussy at all now but she did feel him slap her ass hard over and over again. As her orgasm began to reside she could still feel him in her body but he was just holding it in her feeling her orgasm die away. Cum was running out of Mary’s cunt like a small river down her legs. Finally, Bubba pulled on Jones’s shoulder and his cock slipped out of Mary’s pussy. He pushed Jones away and told him it was his turn. He had waited long enough. She lifted her shoulders raising them a little before Bubba slammed her head back down on the table and positioned his huge cock at the entrance of her already cum filled pussy. Mary moaned as she felt another cock, a much bigger one at the opening of her pussy. As Bubba pushed the big cock head in between her pussy lips, she cried: “Oh please Bubba. Please let me rollover I hurt so bad.” He smiled down at her and then said: “Fuck you bitch.” Then he stopped, he had a better idea. He told them: “Yea, roll the bitch over. She should see what I have for her anyway. Look at this cock baby. I’m going to fuck your heart out with this pole.” Bubba had been stroking his cock all the time the others had been fucking Mary and now he was huge. The last cock was big but God Bubba's was gigantic. Bubba was 6’4’ and weighted about 350 pounds. His cock was at least 11 inches long, maybe more than a foot or more she wasn’t sure. He was as thick as Mary’s arm. Mary looked down at his cock and when she saw that huge cock she cried out: “OH GOD! No Bubba!You are going to kill me. Oh god someone stop him. I’m to small for that thing.” They all laughed as Bubba put his cock head, against her pussy lips and pressed into her a little harder. Her cunt lips parted as half the cock head slid in. He pushed more and she cried out as the men took her arms and legs and held them open for Bubba. She was half sitting up on the table with a man hold each of her legs and Bubba standing between them pressing his huge cock into her little white pussy. Lee moved in and pushed her down so her back was now on the table. Bubba said: “Let the bitch watch. Let her see my cock go in and stretch her white cunt.” Lee let her sit back up but she just lay there. Lee lifted her and yelled: “He told you to watch. So watch Mary. Watch him fuck your sweet little white pussy with that big fucking black cock.” As her pussy lips parted and surrounded that fat black cock head Bubba began pushed more into her pussy. She moaned and he grunted. He told the other guys: “I’ll hold her fucking legs you all lift her up so the bitch can sees me fuck her with this big black dick.” The men lifted her head and shoulders up higher off the table and held Mary up as Bubba pushed again and his cock head stretched Mary’s pussy like nothings she had ever felt before. As Bubba held one of Mary’s leg under each arm, he was relentlessly pushing his thick cock into her small body. As the two women stood in the lady’s room, Mary stopped crying and stood up. She looked so scared. She looked at Barbara saying: “No matter what anyone tells you Barb, a big thick cock hurts like hell when it is pushed into a pussy as small as mine. Even if that pussy has been well fucked ahead of time, it still hurts so badly. I am so small down there Barbara!" She then continued with her story. Mary told Barbara: "I was so afraid Barb. When Bubba started pushing harder and I felt him move that big cock head into my pussy’s channel, I screamed like I was being killed." Bubba continued to push his huge cock into Mary's body not giving a damn about her. Mary told her, Bubba just smiled at her. They laughed. They all laughed. She tried to close her eyes, but they seem to not want to close. They seemed to want to watch as he pushed and pushed his giant cock into her small body. Mary said: "I screamed and cried as every inch went in. Oh Barb. it hurt so bad. Then I screamed as loud as I could hoping they would stop. But, that fucking Bubba just smiled at me showing me his gold tooth." I said to myself: “OH GOD Mary they are going to kill you.” Bubba’s cock was shinning with the cum dripping from Mary’s pussy as he backed his cock out a few inches before pushing back into her. Her wetness and the cum didn’t help much as Bubba continued to move into her pussy further now. He continued to insert it into Mary Lee whispered in her ear: “Relax your body Mary and it will be easier. Relax and enjoy it baby. Most girls don’t know what a big dick can do to a woman. They don’t know how it feels being fucked by a horse cock. But more and more of hem are finding out as we get to fuck them! I have had more dumbass white pussy this year than I ever had in my life. They all fall in love just like you. Seems you girls just love the big dicks we have. Don’t you? Tell me the truth baby. You love a big fat black cock don't you?” Mary didn’t say anything except: “Fuck you Lee!” Lee grabbed her face again and told her: “First Bubba is going to fuck you and stretch you so much you’ll be no good to anyone but him for months. But, if you still want me after Bubba is finished with you I’ll be happy to fill your white mouth and ass with my cum." He slapped her. She started bleeding again from her lip and nose. She watched Bubba pushed and pushed until he had 8 or 9 inches inside her. She didn’t believe she was still alive. All but a few inches of his huge cock was now inside her pussy. She felt like a turkey on Thanksgiving, stuff. Bubba smiled again and said: “How you feeling baby? I’ll leave it in you a few minutes so you can adjust. You like Bubba’s big dick don’t you. All the women like my cock after they get use to it. I’m going to fuck you now like you have never been fucked before baby. You are going to love this.” Mary moaned and kept her eyes closed. After a few minutes, Bubba began to pull out and Mary felt like her insides were being pulled out along with his cock. She was being lifted off the table with this big cock slowly coming out of her hole. The 3 guys held her as Bubba continued to back his cock out 5 or 6 inches. She was just starting to relax a little when she felt him began to push it back in. This time he pushed just about all of his cock back into her body. She felt like it was in her throat. She cried out as Bubba began to pull out again. His cock was covered with her wetness and the cum from the others. In and out, in and out, again and again and again he moved on her. Mary watched in horror as Bubba moved his cock in and out a little bit easier now fucking her very stretched pussy. As Bubba slowly moved his cock in and out of Mary, Lee began to slowly rub her very sensitive clit again. She begged him to stop. The other men were holding her arms cheering Bubba on. She could do nothing. Bubba pulled her hips towards the end of the table and lifted her legs up holding one over each of his big shoulders now. She was a captive who could only move when they let her. Bubba said: “Damn! This pussy is so fucking sweet Lee. You were right. We should do this more. Oh fuck she is so tight. I love this white cunt.” Mary cried like a baby as Bubba quicken his pace now and Lee quickened his fingers as they flicked over her clit in time with Bubba’s cock. Mary felt her body betraying her again. She moaned as Bubba said: “Sweet meat. You are such sweet meat. I could get use to this pussy! I might have to fuck you 2, 3 maybe 4 times a day. She’s so wet! Man! Damn she is wet." Lee said: “She’s gonna cum. Fuck I knew the bitch would love your cock Bubba.” He slammed it up into her again and again and again and then he held it deep inside her pussy. He had this really big smiled on his ugly face again as Mary tried to hold her sexual urge down. But, with her clit being directly stimulated over and over again by Lee’s fingers and that huge cock attacking her pussy, she couldn’t help it and began to rock her hips and grind her pussy on his cock. She stated fucking Bubba now and he moaned as her pussy moved over his long hard shaft. At first it was a slow steady orgasm and Mary moaned as she started to lift her little body up pressing her clit against Lee’s fingers. Bubba was smiling his ass off as he moved in and out her pussy now with only his own satisfaction his concern. Mary felt the orgasm build and build until she just couldn’t control her body any longer. She began to moan and her moans turned into cries which turned into a sort of wail. As her body took total control over her brain and she started to act more like an animal now than a human being. An animal that needed and wanted sexual release. Mary’s body began to thrust her hips up into Lee’s fingers and Bubba’s cock as she rocketed from one orgasm to the next to the next. Her ass lifted her little body up off the table as she yelled: “Fuck me Bubba. Fuck me! OH YES FUCK ME!!” Bubba held her hips as he pumped and pumped that big cock into her small white body! Now after her third orgasm in a row without stopping, she was lifting her small young ass up off the table meeting his thrusts as she continued to cry out: “OH god. Oh God I can’t hold it back. I’m cumming. Oh god I’m cumming! Oh fuck YES! It feels so good! FUCK ME BUBBA! FUCK ME! FUCK ME BABY! YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!! ” Bubba told the other guys to squeeze the bitch’s tits. Bubba felt Mary’s cunt squeezing his cock so tight he could hardly move it now without cumming. She screamed as her pelvis humped and humped and humped her pussy on Bubba’s huge cock matching his slamming cock. She continued to cum and cum as her body received more stimulation from Lee’s fingers and Bubba’s cock. Bubba was loving this pussy. He hadn’t been fucked like this since he did his cousin when she was younger and that was years ago when he was 16. They fucked for weeks once she found out how big his cock was. And, now he was nailing this sweet little white girl's cunt the same way. Mary’s body continued to climb and climb as she fucked Bubba. Lee stopped stroking her clit and let Bubba work his magic on her body. Bubba took her and lifted her off the table. Mary wrapped her legs around him and began humping her pussy on his big cock up inside her womb. Mary couldn’t feel anything now except Bubba’s huge cock ramming her young body. She was almost delirious as he lifted her and then let her drop down ramming her cunt with his cock. Her body was like a doll as Bubba continued to fuck into her. She held on to him and was panting as they all watched Bubba’s cock moving in and out of her body, Over and over and over again Bubba worked his cock into her lifting her up each time he hammered into her. Lee said: “Hold on bitch, Bubba’s going to cum inside you. He’s so big he’ll cum in your womb bitch. He’s going to give you a black baby to take care of. We love giving you white bitches a kid to take care of don’t we Bubba? That’s all you white bitches are good for. You want him to cum don’t you bitch? If he cums he’ll stop tearing your pussy apart. Tell him how much you want him to fill you with his cum baby.” Mary didn’t answer she just held on and grunted every time Bubba fucked his cock all the way into her. Finally after what seem like a week, Bubba laid her back on the table and said: “Hold her tight I’m going to cum so deep in her body I’ll make a bunch of black babies." They all laughed as Bubba moaned like a fucking animal. His gold tooth was shinning as he smiled and rocked his hips as he continued to hump and slam Mary’s poor small body. As his nuts slammed against her small ass, he began to release all the cum that was building up inside him for the last 2 hours. Mary didn’t realize it but she had been fucked almost continuously for over two hours. As Bubba released his cum Mary could feel it empty into her and fill her entire womb and pussy and birthing channel. She couldn’t move. When Bubba finally pulled out there was a loud popping sound. He stood there with his soften cock hanging half way down his leg. Mary didn’t move, she was waiting for the next man to climb on top of her. When none did she closed her eyes and curled up into a ball holding her knees with her arms and started sobbing. The 4 guys let her sleep on the table and they played cards and drank and smoked pot that night. As morning came, Mary woke up and was so sore she could hardly move. Lee was the first to wake up. He came over and gave her the last stale donut to eat. She was allowed to go to the bathroom and clean herself up but someone always watched what she did. Even when she had to pee, one of the brothers watched her. It was embarrassing as hell but she had no choice. Finally, Mary came back into the room being dragged by the arm by Munford. Revenge Ch. 01 He made her lay back on the bed and he put his cock right into her face. He told her: “Suck it bitch. I need to cum this morning.” Mary sucked and sucked his cock seeing it grow as her mouth moved over the fat black head. As she continued to suck Munford off, Samuel came over and began to rub her pussy with his hand. He asked her: “So bitch, how’s this sweet pussy this morning? I bet you would like me to put a big cock in it for you. You want my cock baby? Did you miss my big black cock?” He opened her legs and moved his cock head up to her already spread pussy lips. Mary moaned as she felt him enter her with one thrust. He began to pump her pussy while Munford pumped her mouth. Lee came back into the room after taking a piss and saw what was going on. He said: “Don’t fuck that ass. I’m telling you that ass is my ass!" Bubba woke up and grunted as he sat up in one of the beds. He saw what was going on and smiled saying: “She’s fucking already? She must really like black cock for breakfast." Munford moaned as he began to cum in Mary’s mouth. He dumped all he had before shaking his cock letting the last couple of drops fly on he face. Samuel was going to town on her pussy when Bubba stood up and wathced. Mary saw him stand and hold his cock. God it was 8 inches soft! He shook it as he walked over to her. Mary watched him walk over to her and put his cock in her face. She remembered that he smelled so bad. He said: “Open wide baby. Breakfast is being served.” They all laughed but Mary didn’t open her mouth. Lee grabbed Mary’s throat and told her: “The man said open. So open your mouth bitch.” As Lee choked her throat, Mary’s eyes filled with tears and she started crying as she opened her mouth and Bubba pushed his big black cock head into it. It laid on her tongue filling her mouth. She cried as she felt Bubba’s cock begin to grow again in her mouth. She then felt Samuel thrust hard one last time into her pussy and he began to cum. Bubba was holding her head and grunting. Finally he pulled his cock out of her mouth and said: “Shit I gots to piss.” He turned and walked to the bathroom. Lee pulled Mary to an upright position on the bed and told her: “This is as good a time as any for me to get that virgin ass of yours. Stand up and hold the end of the table." Mary begged him, she pleaded with him but he just slapped her 3 times knocking her to the floor. He pulled her up and with Samuel and Munford holding her and bending her over the table and holding her arms, he moved behind her. The men put her arms and hands on the table and told her she would love ass fucking. Lee grabbed her cunt under her ass between her legs with his hand. He used Munford’s cum that was leaking out of her pussy to lube her ass. He then positioned his cock at her ass hole as he began to finger her ass hole getting it opened. Mary cried and cried as he inserted first one finger than two and finally the tip of his cock was pushed against her open ass hole. As Mary wailed from the pain Lee pushed his cock into Mary’s virgin ass. He moaned saying her ass was the tightest piece of ass he had ever fucked. When he had about 6 inches up Mary’s ass, he began to pull back a little. She shook from the pain as Lee pushed his cock back in and then out again. He started to fuck her with a steady pace in and out, in and out. The men held her upper body down on the table. She couldn’t do anything but try to relax as Lee fucked her ass. He was ripping her ass as he held her hips and the men held her arms keeping her from moving off the table or falling. She didn’t know how long it went on but finally Lee moaned that he was going cum and fill her white ass with his cum. Lee rammed into her pushing her up against the table and Mary felt her bows fill up with Lee’s cum. He pulled out of her and the men let go of her. She fell to the floor in a ball. They watched as Lee’s cum leaked out of her ass. He grabbed her hair and lifted her face up to him. He said: “Clean off my cock bitch.” She didn’t move as Lee rubbed his cock, which was just inside her ass all over her face. She only moaned as she could smell her own shit! When he let her hair go she fell on the floor. Bubba came back and asked: “What the fuck happened to her?” Lee told him: “I fucked her ass and she couldn’t stand it. She passed out.” Bubba said: “Fuck Lee I guess I don’t get my blow job now. Thanks a lot you ass hole.” Lee pulled Mary up by her hair and told her: “Suck his cock or I’ll beat you to hell.” He slapped her across the room and Mary fell on the bed. Bleeding and so tired, so used, she didn’t care at that point what happened to her. She just laid there. Lee pulled her up and slapped her 3 or 4 more times before Bubba stopped him. Mary fell to the floor. She was out cold. After trying to revive her they figured she was useless to them. Samuel said: “Come on let’s go." Bubba asked: “What about the bitch? What about my blow job?” Mary heard Lee say: “Fuck her. Leave her. She ain’t that good anyway. Cries to much.” And, they left. They just left her laying there and drove away. After a while Mary crawled up to the bed and laid there. Hours later she woke up and was able to dress enough to get her out into public. She drag herself to her car. She finally made it back to her room at the college and fell on to the bed in her room where she stayed for two days! She said: “And, this morning I saw you. I finally got back to school today. When I got here this morning Lee was waiting for me. He told me if I told anyone, ANYONE, what happened they would come back to get me. This time they would not only fuck me again but they would kill me. Oh god Barb I’m so scared.” Barb held her and told her we are going to the hospital. They left the building and Barbara drove her to the hospital and got her admitted. Mary was having a breakdown from what they did to her. Barbara reported it as a rape but there was no physical evidence since Mary had showered when she got home and then again this morning before she went to school. But her face, back and legs showed the police all they needed. The hospital also provided some evidence of torture and assault. The police checked it and even arrested 4 of the guys. They held Munford and Bubba. But they had to let Lee and his brother Samuel go. Bubba and Munford were charged with kidnapping, 2-degree rape and first degree assault. They couldn’t make bail and were held until the trial. Mary felt Lee was the most dangerous one out of all of them. She was sure he was going to get her. She asked Barbara if she could stay at her place a few days until she could find another place to live. Barb told her it was OK even if her husband felt it was bad idea. After a few weeks had passed, Barb and Mary became good friends even with the difference in their ages. She was like a daughter to Barb. Mary was renting a room from Barb instead of trying to locate a place in the middle of the school year. Mary started at a different school but Barb decided to finish out the year at the same Community college. One day she was packing up her car to leave when someone came up behind her and shoved her hard into the truck of her car. She dropped her purse and books in the well of the trunk and heard the trunk slammed closed with her inside it. She felt the car move and realized she was being car jacked with her inside!!” END OF PART ONE