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Vengeance Ch. 01

By: Evolution20XX



Sunlight...

How long had it been since he'd seen the sun?

Not the bleak sunlight that beat down on the prison yard every day; that was light, but not true sunlight. Real sunlight carried freedom; he knew this now. Even as he stood buffeted by the icy November winds, he stood in the sun as if there was no place he would rather be.

It had been almost seven months since the last rays of true sunlight caught his eyes. He had played a rugby game that day. Rugby was his favorite sport to play, and at 6'5" and a lean 235 pounds, he had both the size and skill for it. As the light of freedom glistened off his bald head and cast a shadow behind a body that was not much lighter, he took a deep breath as he remembered the events of that day, and more importantly that night.

He had gotten a call from his married lover later on that evening, asking if he could spare some time away for her. Of course he could, he always could. He loved her as much as he would allow himself to, always remembering that she was a married woman and could not fall in love *with* her.

"Dammit, Lynette," he whispered, "why the fuck did you do it?" A small tear fell, caught by his dark glasses as he walked through the exit gate.

He knew who her husband was; he worked at a local hospital near his house as an EMT. They didn't know each other personally, but she had volunteered the information one night when he had asked how she managed so much free time.

This particular night he had been called to a particularly nasty scene, leaving Lynette at home alone. Normally he drove his own ambulance when he was on call (leaving her free to drive over to her lover's house across town), but this was supposed to be his off night, so he had to drive the couple's lone car. Oddly enough, he had felt no guilt or remorse for fucking another man's wife in his own bed; when they were together, it was like her husband didn't even exist.

He arrived to find her in a white tube dress that stretched from the top of her delectable breasts to barely covering her gorgeous ass. The garment was a blatant contrast to her caramel skin, which she always kept so soft and moisturized just for him. She was forty-five years old to his twenty-six, hitting her sexual peak while her fifty-one-year-old husband had long surpassed his.

He remembered pleasing her for what seemed like hours, but in reality was only half an hour because she didn't want him staying too long for fear her husband might come home. He stayed long enough to suck a couple of orgasms out of her before finally giving in to her desires.

Over the year they had been seeing each other she had grown to love everything about him, but his sex was the pathway to all of that. He was huge; there was no other way to say it. Jutting out twelve full inches past his groin and six inches around, she craved the feeling of his magic stick inside her constantly. These cravings only intensified when she lay with her husband, who was maybe eight inches long but had never acquired the skills to use them.

He never just fucked her either, unless they were on a time crunch. He took his time and made love to her, taking the time to caress the most sensitive and delicate parts of her womanhood. Her entire neighborhood had to have known she was sleeping around, based on the screams of sheer ecstasy she always let out when with him.

He left her completely satisfied that night, as he did every night, and he drove back home reveling in the scent of her climactic essence that permeated his very being. This particular night, however, he had guests waiting for him in the form of a uniformed squad of police officers. He was immediately arrested and charged with breaking into and robbing a nearby convenience store. As the cops took him to the station, he was certain he would be released immediately. The store he was charged with robbing was the one he worked at.

Unfortunately, he was wrong. He owned a registered and licensed pistol, which had been somehow found at the scene with (naturally) his fingerprints on it. That was all the prosecution needed; even though they could not definitively place him at the scene, they argued he wasn't at home based upon the fact that he was arrested returning home.

He was given a chance to defend himself, but he could not for fear of ruining Lynette's life. It seemed so ironic; he could be vindicated of one crime, if he only confessed to another. To that end, he kept silent even as the judge handed down his sentence: ten years in a federal prison. As he was taken away, he glanced at the back of the courtroom. There stood his boss nervously shaking hands with Lynette's husband.

He remembered business at the store had been on a decline recently, but with the insurance money from the robbery the owner had been able to get back to black.

At that moment, he knew. Beyond the shadow of a doubt he knew that he had been set up.

Somehow, Lynette's husband must have found out about the two of them. It must have been the key. The key he had given her to his apartment... he must have found it, used it to get the gun, then worked in concert with his boss to stage the robbery.

Of course, none of this ever came to light. The only reason he was now a free man was that Lynette had found out about her husband's actions. She e-mailed dozens of pictures to his attorney, giving him an alibi for the night of the robbery. It turned out to be her last act of this earth; no sooner had she hit the 'Send' button on the message than her husband walked in and confronted her. In a fit of rage he killed her, and then committed suicide. He had given his life to save hers, now she had done the same for him.

The sadness he felt ripping at his heart now gave way to rage as he boarded the bus back to his hometown.

Eventually he arrived at the bus terminal. Aside from a few staffers it was empty, resonating with the emptiness he seemingly felt in his own soul. He caught a taxi back to his apartment, where he found a package waiting for him addressed from the city. He opened the box; inside was a key to a storage unit where all of his belongings were, along with a letter of apology and instructions on how to retrieve his vehicle. Ignoring the letters, he focused on the key. A bloody haze seemed to cloud his vision.

He went down to the garage and got his car back, which he drove to the storage unit. From it retrieved a single item, the pistol that had damned him seven months before. He had everything taken from him by the greed of one man; now it was his turn to take back... 

Vengeance Ch. 02



The next morning Cameron woke up, bright and early. Arming himself with his gun and a small toolkit, he traveled out to his former boss's house in the suburbs. He got there and found the same flimsy lock on the front door that had been there the year before, when he had invited all of the employees to a get-together at his house. His boss had locked everyone out at one point during the evening, but he had been able to pop the lock relatively easily with a flat-tip screwdriver. He had suggested a heavier lock; he would now pay for not listening to his advice.

He opened the lock and was greeted with a chain lock. Who uses these anymore, he thought to himself, cutting through the weak metal with a pair of sturdy pliers. He drew his weapon and made his way slowly and silently up the stairs. The house was deathly silent; perhaps his boss was still asleep and he could catch him unawares. He made his way to the master bedroom and slowly opened the door. Taking one final resolute breath, he swung the door open and aimed the pistol at the pillows on the bed.

He caught himself before squeezing the trigger. The bed was empty.

He poked around the room, and felt an aura of sadness wash over him. He knew his boss was married, but this didn't exactly look like a room full of wedded bliss. He set his pistol on a dresser near the door and took a better look around. There were some pictures of a woman, the same woman with some kids, and some with other adults, but none of his boss. He was beginning to wonder if he was in the wrong house when a voice broke his concentration. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this unexpected visit?"

He whirled around and pulled the trigger of the gun he imagined himself still holding. Only then did he realize it was in the hand of a woman standing in the doorway. She held the barrel in her palm with the grip facing up.

"Who the fuck are you?" he asked angrily.

"This is my house, you are an uninvited guest at best and an intruder at worst, and I'm holding a gun. I think I'll ask the questions for now. Sit down."

"Go to hell," he spat, prompting her to adjust her grip on the gun so it was aimed directly at him.

"I'll send you there first. Sit down." She repeated her command with gusto; he sensed that she would blow his head off and not shed a tear. He sat down on a chair in the corner, and she sat on the edge of the bed nearest him. The gun she placed in the dresser, taking it out of the equation for the time being.

"Now let me ask you, who the fuck are you?" she asked with more than a hint of annoyance.

"Dent. Cameron Dent," he said, trying to control both his rage and his nervousness. He hadn't come here to talk to anyone; he had come to put a bullet in a traitor's skull and leave.

"Cameron Dent, why does that name sound so familiar... oh yes, you used to work for my ex-husband... a real tragedy, your situation. That explains a great deal by itself."

"Like what?"

"Like why you're in my house, uninvited no less, with a loaded gun." Her icy yet amicable demeanor rattled Cameron. "My name is Giovanna, but you can call me Vonni."

"I see... well listen, Giovanna, as much as I'd like to sit here and chat, I don't have time to."

"Oh really... And what agenda do you have that is so pressing on your first day out of prison?"

"Kill your husband."

"Ex-husband, and when you find him, shoot him once for me will you?"

"I'll find him, and you're going to help me."

"Me? The divorce papers were return addressed to a P.O. box here in town. He sold the store, gave me 60% of the profits in exchange for a ticket out of my life."

"So you don't know where he is?"

"I have no earthly idea."

"I see..." He got up and retrieved the gun from where Giovanna had stashed it. He chambered a round and aimed the gun at her forehead. "I think you're bullshitting me."

Giovanna did not move, flinch or so much as blink. "And you think that holding that gun to my head will conjure up some suppressed memory of where he might be? Believe me when I say I would love to see him dead. I would love to tell you where he is, follow you to him, and then walk in the room a split second before you pull the trigger. I would love my betrayal to be the last thought in his dying mind."

She crossed her legs without moving her head. "At least, that's what I might have said when everything first went down. But since then, I've kind of... mellowed out, gotten over it. Now, all I can do it attempt to put my life back together, and I suggest you do the same."

She leaned forward, putting the weight of her head against the mouth of the gun. "But if you insist on following a path of violence..."

Cam was now confused; was she really *asking* him to shoot her? "I don't want to kill you," he said through clenched teeth.

"Then don't. Just put the gun down." What the fuck is wrong with this woman, he asked himself. Here she was with a gun to her head and had absolutely no fear of him pulling the trigger.

After a few tense moments, he pulled the gun down and cleared it. She smiled at him and gave him a kiss on the forehead as she walked over to her dresser. He sat with his head down for a few minutes in silence as she brushed and combed her hair. "So what do I do now?" he asked out loud more to himself than her.

"Do you have a place to live?" she asked.

"No. I got evicted from my place when I was locked up."

"Transportation?"

"Yes."

"A job?"

"No."

"Hmm... then I tell you what. When Ronnie left, he left this house in a general state of disrepair, and I simply haven't gotten around to calling the proper people to fix things. You help me get my house in order, and I'll help you get back on your feet. Agreed?"

"Sounds too simple... what's the catch?"

"Well, other than you living by my rules, there really is no catch."

"And what are your rules?"

"No drinking or smoking in my house, and no bringing any women over; this is not a hotel or frat house."

"Huh... that really does sound simple. All right, you've got a deal."

"Excellent." She let her bathrobe drop, revealing total nudity underneath. Cam's dick nearly tore through his jeans, growing much more quickly than he was prepared for. She had caramel brown skin, and a nearly flawless hourglass figure. She had a pleasing ass from what he could see; not very big, but very well shaped. Even in the mirror he couldn't see much of her breasts because of the angle she was standing at, which may have been a driving factor in his decision to stand up. She must have seen him and read his mind, because no sooner did he have both feet on the floor than she said, "Don't even think about it."

"Think about what?" he asked, trying to play dumb.

"I saw the way you were looking at me," she responded as she dug a bra out of one drawer and its matching panty from another. She turned around to face him, showing him everything he hadn't been able to see in the mirror. Her tits defied gravity, two symmetrical globes hovering in mid-air taunting him with nickel-sized nipples. Looking blatantly down her flat stomach, he caught a glimpse of her completely hairless snatch before she imprisoned it behind blue lace. "Can I ask you something?" she asked, spying the immense bulge in his pants.

"You just did," he answered as he sat back down.

"How long has it been?"

"Seven months."

"Oh, don't *even* think about it."

After she was fully dressed, Giovanna proceeded to give Cameron a tour of the house, pointing out things she needed fixed or modified. It was a good long list, but mostly short jobs; it would take between three and six weeks to complete. "And you said I could live here while I'm doing all of this?"

"Until you find a real job and can get back to paying your own bills, sure."

"All right, I guess you've got yourself a handyman."

"Great. And your first job," she said as she pointed at the lock Cameron had cut, "is to put a decent lock on that door." She smiled at him for the first time, causing his dick to rise yet again. It was all he could do not to just rip her clothes off and rape her, it had been *that* long. She was tall, about 6'0" he guessed, but nowhere near his match in strength so a fight was out of the question, but he struggled to remind himself that he was not a criminal, regardless of the year's events. He had been rightfully exonerated, and he thought back to the sacrifice Lynette had made for him. Surely she would not wish to see her gift wasted by him ending up right back in jail. With her memory in mind, he vowed then and there to purge himself of his vengeful wrath.



Vengeance Ch. 03



The two went to Home Depot and Giovanna had Cam's name added to her charge card, a relatively safe way to give him autonomy in his projects. A few days went by and he got a solid idea of what he would need for each project, but given the quantity of materials he would need, he decided to purchase for one project at a time. He started out replacing the old, rotted-out wooden banisters with iron ones, not a terribly difficult job, but certainly a time-consuming one given his lack of aptitude with tools. Much to his relief, Giovanna never pressured him; he would come to see why soon enough, but she was seemingly in no rush to have him out of her house.

As time went by, Cameron found himself reverting back to his former self. Thoughts of revenge had all but left him, and in their place he found his natural charm and charisma again. He and Giovanna talked while he worked on his projects, which were starting to occupy less of his time each day. He worked during the daylight hours so as to save on electricity, but it was winter and daylight was a precious commodity. There would even be a couple of days here and there where the sky would be particularly bleak, and she would invite him to join her on the couch and just chill all day.

Thanksgiving was approaching, and Giovanna asked Cameron one day if he had any plans. "No, most of my people don't even know I'm out of jail yet," he responded with a forlorn tone.

"I'm sorry to hear that. I'll be going to visit my family in Jersey... would you..." She hesitated before continuing. "Would you like to come with me?"

"Huh?"

"Come with me, you know, as a friend."

"Ohhh, so we're friends now," he retorted sarcastically. "I thought I was just your handyman?"

Giovanna looked at him for a moment, and then giggled. "What's so funny?" he said with a chuckle of his own.

"That's the first time I've seen you smile since you've been here."

"Huh, you're right... I can't say life has given me a whole lot to smile about lately. But, given the nature of the occasion, it would only be right that I show my thanks for all the help you've given me. If you would like me to, I will go with you."

"Thank you, I would really appreciate that." She turned to go into the kitchen, but stopped short. "Can I ask you something first, though?"

He laughed. "You just did."

"I know we've gotten to know a decent amount about each other since I've been here, but do you know how old I am?"

"Do I need to?"

"Need, perhaps no, but maybe I'm a little bit out of your comfort zone."

"All right, humor me: how old are you?"

"I'm forty-four."

"And I'm twenty-seven. Does that bother you?"

"Should it?"

"You asked the question. Besides, we are just friends, right?"

Giovanna shook her head. "Exactly, we're just friends." He might not have picked up on it, but she was trying to convince herself more than him. Somehow, some way, she had started having feelings for him, and his household chores had turned into more of an excuse to keep him around. She should have been pressuring him to find a job during all the free time they spent together, but she never did because she didn't truly want him to leave.

Finally Thanksgiving Eve came, and the two drove into downtown Philadelphia to catch a train to Cherry Hill, where her relatives would pick them up. They got off the train and were greeted by two women who Cameron guessed to be Giovanna's sisters off a glance, which she confirmed when she introduced him to them. "Michelle, Carla, meet my friend Cameron. He's helping me with some things around the house."

"Ohhhhhh," Carla cooed, "you went and got yourself a maintenance man, huh?"

"Shut up," Giovanna hissed. "And you, you're supposed to defend me!" she snapped at Cameron, who was laughing right along with Michelle and Carla.

"I couldn't help it; come on, that *was* kind of funny."

The four traded banters on the drive to Giovanna's parents' house in Cape May. Cameron immediately felt at ease; if the rest of the family was as easy-going as these two were, he had no doubts that he would be able to enjoy himself.

The drive was not very long, and they were at the house within an hour. Cameron was amazed; the house was huge and located on a decent expanse of land. There were some folks in a field playing football, but the majority of the family was inside. Cameron met Kevin, Giovanna's brother, and her other sister Keisha, and all of the various spouses and children, many of whom were around his age. He learned that Giovanna was the youngest of seven, with Gloria due to arrive in town on Thanksgiving Day, and her oldest brother Jeffrey having died in Desert Storm.

Eventually Cameron came face to face with the patriarch of the family. Giovanna gave her father a hug and introduced the two of them. Very few people could keep their heads level and look Cameron in the eye, but Papa Lawson was one of them. He was 6'6", perhaps 6'7", and just plain big. Not 'fat' big, but 'built' big, like he made a living at manual labor over the years. They shook hands and Cameron felt his powerful grip, most likely a sign of who at least *he* felt the true man in his daughter's life was.

Eventually everyone came inside and sat down to eat dinner. Everyone's attention seemed to be keyed on Cameron, especially Carla. "So, maintenance man, what kind-"

"My name is Cameron," he said with more than a slight sneer.

"I'm sorry, Cameron," Carla continued, "what kind of work does my sister have you doing?"

"Just some general home repairs and upgrades... nothing too deep yet."

"Really? Any pipe work?"

The innuendo was not lost on Cam, who shot back with "Why, are you hiring too?"

A collective gasp went up around the table as the two sparring partners glared at each other. Wit was certainly not one of Cameron's weak points. "But, in order to clear everybody's collective minds, we are not sleeping together. Giovanna and I are just friends, and plan to stay that way." His last comment was made with a subtle hint of emphasis, which Giovanna quickly picked up and co-signed on.

"Well, let me ask you this, Vonni," Keisha asked, "why bring a man home to meet the family if he's 'just a friend?'"

Giovanna opened her mouth to answer, but Cameron cut her off rather brusquely: "That leads into a story I would rather not tell at the moment." Keisha insisted yet again, and Cameron was now becoming more than a little agitated. "Like I said, that is something I don't feel like talking about." With that he excused himself and went outside. Giovanna waited a few moments then followed after him, the snickers of her relatives ringing in her ears.

She found Cameron outside on the porch, and she put an arm around him. "You OK?"

"I will be." He let out a deep sigh. "I'm coming off a bad chapter in my life that I would rather close the book on. It doesn't help when people keep asking about it."

"Well, have you ever tried talking to anybody about it?"

"What the... I just said I don't *want* to talk about it," he snapped.

"I see... well, I'm never too far away if you change your mind."

"I thought you knew the whole story."

"Oh, I'm sure I don't, but I don't want to pry it out of you." She sat on the step with him for a few minutes, just holding him. She started to get up, but Cameron held her down. "What is it?"

He let out a long sigh. "Lynette."

"Who?"

"Her name was Lynette, and she was this married woman I was sleeping with. She was a year or so older than you, I think. We met the night of my twenty-fifth birthday. She bought me a drink, we chatted for a while, she talked about how lonely and unsatisfying her marriage was, and before the end of the night we were naked in the back seat of her car. We couldn't get enough of each other after that: the sex was great, but it was so much more than that. We actually became really good friends, and although neither of us wanted to say it, the 'l' word was definitely in the air."

"You loved her?"

"Actually, let me rephrase that. I wanted to say it, but I couldn't for the sake of her situation. She didn't show any signs of leaving her husband, and I wasn't going to ask her to. I was content being her secret lover."

"Why? Why not find a single girlfriend?"

"Because everything between Lynette and I revolved around sex, and that was the way I wanted it. She wanted it all the time, and I wanted to give it to her all the time. I even gave her a key to my apartment at one point."

"That couldn't have ended well."

"I have no way to prove it, but I can safely assume that was what caused everything. He must have found it somehow."

"Her husband?" Cameron nodded in the affirmative. "About a month before everything went down, I noticed people's hours were getting cut at the store, which had to have been a sign of bad business. But one day I noticed your husband acting really weird. He was convinced that everything was going to be all right -- not 'might' be all right, or 'could' be all right -- he was certain that everything was going to be fine. I paid no attention to it until the trial."

"What happened the night of the robbery?"

Cameron swallowed hard. "She had called me over to her house, saying her husband had to drive to work so she couldn't come to my place. She liked to take pictures and video, so we took a bunch of pictures of us fucking in their bed. When I left, the cops were at my house waiting for me. The case against me was pretty weak, but I had no alibi. I couldn't tell them I had been off having sex with a married woman because that would have destroyed her marriage. So, I was convicted, and at sentencing I saw her husband and your husband shaking hands. That's when I knew that *he* knew."

"Oh my goodness..."

"It was so easy to put together after that. He had obviously found my key, and trailed me to my house one day. Then he just left her alone at home, figuring she would call me over and my place would be empty. He went in, stole my gun, and between him and your ex, they planted it at the store and made it look like a robbery."

"But why Ronnie?" She fought back tears of her own as her voice broke.

"He had insurance on the store, and got a very nice payday from what I heard. In the end, he was just a pawn though. The real 'bad guy' here was Lynette's husband. He wanted me away from his wife and out of her life *for good.*"

"But to go to those extremes..."

"Oh, it gets better. Cut now to how I got out. From what my attorney told me, she found out about his involvement in the whole thing. He admitted it, saying his only regret was not being able to get ride of his cheating whore of a wife. She didn't take that too well, so she e-mailed the photos we had taken that night to my lawyer. Unfortunately, her husband didn't take *that* too well. He killed her, and then himself."

"Oh no... that is so sad..."

"I guess he must have thought she planned on leaving him for me and decided to kill her instead..."

"Was she?"

Cameron paused. "To tell you the truth, it wouldn't surprise me. We were really, *really* deep into each other." He exhaled deeply. "I don't know how I would have taken that."

"Would you have stayed with her?"

"Of course, I loved her. I was probably even in love with her, whether I realized it or not. In any event I went to jail because of her, and she's gone, because of me."

"That is not true!" she exclaimed, tears flowing freely now. "The only person responsible for her death is the man who killed her, and he's dead."

"Yeah, but he wouldn't have killed her if not for her affair with me..." He was now weeping as well.

"You think so? You think if she hadn't met you, she would still be alive?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I think!"

"How can you be sure, Cameron? How do you know she wouldn't have met someone else, fallen in love with someone else? The script would have been the same regardless; you just happen to have been in the cast."

He took a few deep breaths as he let her words sink in. She was right; if she really was that unhappy, she would have found *someone* eventually. He just happened to be in the right place at the right time, and besides, how could either of them have predicted things would end up the way they did?

"I don't know... I would love to believe you. I guess we never know where the path we're on will end up, huh?"

"No, not never. I know what would have happened had you decided to keep hunting my ex: you would have ended up right back in jail, except this time there would have been nobody to get you off."

"Yeah, I thought about that. Lynette loved me enough to want to see me out of jail. The least I can do is stay out, for her sake."

Giovanni smiled and gave him a big kiss on the lips as she pulled him close to her. As he sat in her embrace, Cameron felt a feeling of calm wash over him. Baring his soul was certainly not on his agenda for this trip, but he was glad he had. He felt at peace, finally discarding the need for the vengeance that had consumed him while he was incarcerated. But there was one more skeleton he felt it necessary to let out of the closet. "Oh, and my family?"

"Uh huh?"

"They know I'm out, but they still believe I'm guilty. They didn't even care enough to send someone to pick me up."

"Oh, I'm so sorry..."

"Oh well, fuck 'em."

"Language, mister...?"

"Ha! You haven't heard anything yet, believe me." With that they went back in the house to rejoin her relatives and socialize until bedtime. 



Vengeance Ch. 04



Giovanna showed Cameron to a guest room that they would be sharing during their stay. The bed wasn't exactly a king size, but they could sleep together comfortably albeit right on top of each other. At least it had an adjacent bathroom, which would limit the hall-wandering Cameron would have to do in this truly massive house.

Everybody said their good-nights and Giovanna and Cameron retired to their quarters. Cameron wore a pair of loose basketball shorts, and Giovanna had an oversize t-shirt on. He took the side closest to the wall (it was a comfort issue from being locked up, he explained) leaving her the outer portion. She curled up with her back to him, but kept a decent space between them. Before long he was asleep, breathing hard and heavy. His breath fell on her neck, which at first was a welcome sensation until she began to get really, *really* hot. Thinking it was the effects of the heater, the blanket and her t-shirt, she removed the latter. She felt better until she started to feel his breath on her neck again. She then realized it wasn't the temperature that was making her hot; it was him!

He wasn't snoring, but just breathing so damn hard that she could still feel it from so far away. She tried her best to keep still, but couldn't keep from squirming. Her pussy was working itself into a frenzy, and she could tell the panties she had on were soaked from her wetness. Suddenly she wanted nothing more than to have a body-shaking orgasm, but she didn't want to for fear of waking Cameron up. She clenched her thighs together and allowed the air on her spine to continue driving her wild, to the point where she was about to scream. She bit into a pillow to muffle the noise, and she finally let herself climax. It was a good one too; so good that she lost control of her body for a moment. Unfortunately the crucial body part she let go of was her right leg, which reared up and nearly horse-kicked Cameron, waking him from his deep sleep. He looked around with a start before gaining his bearings, apparently having been locked in a deep dream. The pain from the kick took a moment to register, but it was gone just as quickly. "Vonni?" he whispered.

"Huh?"

"You OK?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"OK... you just kicked the crap out of me though."

"I'm so sorry, are you all right?" She turned over and reached out for him, not realizing in the shuffling of bedding that he was removing his shorts. Her hand fell on the end of his dick, and she retracted it just as quickly as if a snake had bitten her. "I'll be fine... good night," was all he replied as he curled up and went back to sleep. Giovanna tried to, but could not for the life of her. Her orgasm from before, as intense as it was, had only left her wanting more. She wanted some good old-fashioned body-rocking sex, but the other part of that equation (a man) was missing. Cameron was out of the question, she declared; he was still too much of an emotional wreck and might mistake her desires for more than what they were (or so she assumed, playing the clairvoyant). Out of viable options, she settled for stroking her own kitty for what ended up being three and a half hours before finally falling asleep.

Morning came too soon for Giovanni's liking. She didn't know exactly how much sleep she had gotten, but it didn't feel like enough. She reached for Cameron, but he was gone. She strained for a moment and heard water running, which meant he must have been in the bathroom. She tried to cover her head with a pillow, but the entire house was already rocking with excitement and festivity. Cameron eventually came out and saw Giovanni bundled up under the covers like a turtle. "Wake up, woman," he said with a mouth full of his toothbrush. He gauged where her ass would be and gave it a light swat. On any other day, she might have taken his gesture in jest, but being at a lack for sleep her fuse was a lot shorter than it might normally be. She whipped around and prepared to lay into him, but was immediately struck speechless. He was standing in front of her, completely naked. Never mind the fact that he looked like he had been hand-carved from the side of a mountain; right now his most distinguishing feature was dangling deliciously low between his muscular thighs. "Everybody else is apparently already up," he said snapping her from her trance. "Let's get downstairs before everybody thinks we really are screwing."

If only, she thought as pangs of longing resonated throughout her once again. "What time is it?" she asked.

"About 9:30."

"They should be getting ready for church, then." The church the Lawson family attended held a three-hour Thanksgiving Day service at noon, but the event could easily turn into an all day affair. "Maybe with the house empty, I'll be able to get some sleep."

"Long night?"

"You have no idea."

"Everything OK?"

"As OK as it's going to get anytime soon."

"OK... I have exactly no clue what that means, but OK." He put on some decent clothes and greeted the relatives downstairs. Around 10:00 they left for church, with Cameron excusing Giovanna to them due to her not feeling well, and him because he was not comfortable in a religious atmosphere. He waited until they were good and gone, and slipped back up to his and Giovanna's room. He found her lying facing the wall, and she looked and sounded asleep. He quietly removed his clothes and slipped under the covers behind her. The rustle of fabric against her skin brought her back from her shallow rest, and she turned over right into Cameron's outstretched arms. He brought her in close to him, holding her tight against his body.

Without a word they kissed, him being the aggressor but her being more than willing to reciprocate. Their hands roamed whatever landscape they could find, with Giovanna being the first to find the treasure she so desperately craved. She rolled him to his back and held herself up in the air as she pushed his swollen head past her lips. She winced slightly as he entered her; she had always had a tight pussy when she was having sex regularly, and three months of disuse had caused her to almost close up entirely. But on this day she would not be denied and she gradually lowered herself to the bed, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as his sheer girth penetrated her waiting sex. She had underestimated how large he truly was, and had to settle for leaving a few inches uncovered. For his part, Cameron had absolutely no complaints about his first taste of a woman in seven months.

Giovanna lay flat against Cameron's chest, and he rubbed his hands up and down her back. She lay completely still, as his touch was all the added stimulus she needed to finally generate the quality of climax she had been craving. When her own thirst had been sated (he counted four major, body-shaking orgasms), she lifted away from him. His black staff was painted white with her thick, aromatic nectar, and she took great care not to rub any of it off while she jacked him off.

"Where do you want me to put it?" she asked seductively.

"Honestly, I don't care where you put it, but you'd better make up your mind soon," he responded as he felt his whole body begin to tingle. She first licked him clean like she would an ice cream cone, savoring the taste of her first real climax in months, before laying his cock between her tits. She challenged her 38DDs to wrap around his entire thickness, but they were comfortably up to the task. She stroked him with a seemingly perfect balance of speed and pressure, keeping him aimed safely under her chin at all times. Eventually his entire body stiffened up, and he let seven months worth of sexual frustration flow all at once. She kept her composure, taking his searing blasts on the chin and neck, letting it run down her chest. She finished him off with a few more strokes between her now cum-splattered bosoms and went to clean herself up. Cameron did the same in turn, going downstairs to watch television, leaving Giovanna to drift of blissfully into some much-needed sleep.

Giovanna was still asleep when Cameron heard vehicles pulling into the driveway, so he hurried upstairs to wake her up. "What time is it?" she asked as she stirred.

"Quarter till 5."

"Damn... I've been asleep a while, then... what have you been doing all this time?"

"Making sure you were still asleep."

"Is that so... well, I'm gonna take a shower and make myself presentable."

"Do you want me to wait for you here, or meet you downstairs?"

"Would you mind terribly waiting here?"

"Not at all." She hopped in the shower and let her mind drift back to the events of that morning. Her legs parted slightly and a pair of fingers drifted between them. They found her clit and squeezed around it, sending tremors throughout her entire body. The waves of pleasure were intensified when her actions coupled with the thought of Cameron's massive tool invading her. She leaned forward underneath the shower, letting the warm water wash over her as she masturbated with a deliberate, firm touch.

Between the sounds and sensations of the water and her sex, Giovanna was in her own little world. She didn't hear herself calling Cameron's name or him calling back, or see him getting undressed, or hear the curtains parting, but she certainly felt the head of his dick brush up against her ass. Instinctively she clutched it and lined it up using two fingers on her masturbating hand, parted her lips with the other three, and backed straight up into him. She hit an invisible wall when he hit her bottom, and try as she might she was unable to push past it. Cameron made an attempt to push through that wall, but she put her hand in his chest to stop him. "I need some time to get used to all of this," she moaned.

Giovanna backed Cameron up against the shower wall and propped a leg up on the tub. From this angle she could still take him nice and deep but still control the action. He forcefully cupped her breasts and pulled her back against his chest, his aggressiveness instantly sending her fifth orgasm of the day rippling through her. This one took her by surprise, and she filled her mouth quickly with his to cover up her sudden shrieks.

As they continued sexing, Cameron took Giovanna's hand away from between her legs and replaced it with his own, placing hers on her free breast. They squeezed, pinched and tweaked them together, somehow in complete sync. His fingers found her clit and he began replicating her efforts from before, using his palm to add direct pressure to her most delicate spot. This was all too much for her; nobody had ever given her a whole body sex-up like this in the past. Her entire body tensed up as the most intense climax she had ever experienced wracked her body, leaving her overwhelmed as she slid to the floor. Her mind was a complete blur, but was brought back to reality by a series of thick splats on her back. Even in the hot shower, Cameron's sperm brought a heat all its own, exciting and angering her at the same time. "You could at least warn me next time," she sneered with a playful slap.

"Consider that payback for leaving me like that. Again." To that Giovanna said nothing; she merely chuckled as she exited the shower, dried off and got dressed. Cameron did the same in short order and they went downstairs to join the rest of the family for the holiday feast.



Vengeance Ch. 05



The rest of the night was festive, although there was definitely a sense of weirdness between Cameron and Giovanna. He was constantly deflecting questions from her relatives as to the status of their relationship, simply because after having sex twice in one day he simply didn't know. Eventually the day ended, and as she prepared for bed Giovanna tried to get some answers out of Cameron. "What is wrong with you? You've been acting funny toward me all night"

"Umm, how am I supposed to act?"

"I don't know... like my friend."

"Your friend?"

"That is what we are, right? Just friends...?"

"I don't know, you tell me!"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"OK, this morning I could deal with. You needed it, I needed it. But the shower...?"

"You came in there after me!" Giovanna had to struggle to keep her voice down.

"Yes, but only after I heard you fingering yourself thinking about me!"

"I... I was not!"

"Yes, you were. I heard you moaning out here."

Giovanna was stumbling now. "So what if I was playing with myself in the shower? That doesn't give you an excuse to come in there!"

"You didn't stop me, number one. Number two, you must have just been so into it that you didn't hear yourself, but I heard you clear as crystal."

"All right, fine, you want the truth?"

"Yes, I want the truth."

"What happened today, I have wanted every day since you have been in my house!"

Cameron was shocked, and although the room was dark he could see a mixture of desire and rage burning in her eyes. "So why didn't you ever say anything?"

"I didn't think I had to! Remember the first day you broke into my house and I *purposely* got naked in front of you?"

"How could I forget?"

"The way you looked at me turned me on so much, and seeing your dick get hard like that I'm surprised you didn't smell how much I wanted you!"

"Because my ears heard you telling me to, and I quote, 'not even think about it.'"

"Yeah, but I didn't think you'd actually listen!"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I... I don't know! Damn!" She sat up with a huff with her arms crossed in front of her, steaming.

"And here I thought you kept me around because you liked my work..."

"Your work? I have enough money to buy a new house, so I can certainly call someone in to fix the one I've got. Hell, sometimes you look like you don't know a hammer from a hair dryer!" she exploded. "You know what, just forget it. Let's let today be today, and-" She was interrupted by Cameron snatching her up by the scruff of her neck and pushing her to the floor. Before she could react he was on top of her, kissing and groping her like an animal. Her own lust exploded within her, and she kissed him back and clawed wildly at his body. "Damn baby, where'd this come from?" she gasped breathlessly as she struggled to get her panties off.

"A strong desire to shut you the fuck up!" he growled back.

"Oh, is that so-ohhh!" He was propped up on his knees and had snatched her up into his lap, stacking her onto her shoulders. His face was now inches away from her hairless snatch and he could literally hear it begging for attention, attention which he had no intention of denying her. He engulfed her with his mouth, licking every bit of flesh he could find. Although his technique was somewhat unrefined, the way he totally ravaged her more than compensated for it. He tongued her inside and out, putting her in a sheer state of delirium. Or was that the blood flowing to her head? Considering her fingers and toes were starting to go a bit numb, it was probably the latter. "Baby, let me up, I'm starting to get dizzy," she panted. He relented, but as he lay her down and moved between her legs again, she stopped him. "On your back," she commanded between kissing and licking her juices off his face, which he obeyed albeit reluctantly. She straddled his face and lay forward against his chest, eyes-to-eye with his deliciously massive monster.

She took as much of him in her mouth as she could safely; she wasn't an experienced fellatrix, or even a very talented one (or so she thought). She barely gave her ex head, but for this man she would do positively anything. She worked the mouthful of meat as best she could while he resumed lapping at her cunt. He did so with less intensity as before as he did not want to wholly distract her from her chosen task, which she was doing pretty damn good at. She bathed him in saliva and used only her lips, creating a pussy-like environment that he was absolutely loving. He poked, prodded, and tickled her insides with masterful precision, and the way his tongue danced on her clit was driving her absolutely wild. Eventually he came inside of her for the first time, his cum and her drool overflowing her mouth like an opaque waterfall around his black pole. The spurts hitting the back of her throat were enough to push her over the edge as she climaxed yet again, this time leaking her sexual sap for him to eagerly lick up.

Giovanna realized she still had her bra on, so she took it off and used it to roughly wipe the excess fluids from Cameron's dick. Once it was dry and sufficiently stiff again, she rolled to her back and pulled him between her legs. "Take it," she moaned as she pushed his tip into her slit. "Take my pussy, take it all," she continued, propping her legs up on his shoulders. "Push my goddamn uterus into my throat if you have to, but I want to feel all of that dick in me tonight!" Cameron needed no further encouragement; he drove all twelve of his inches into her. Her legs crossed behind him and her ass lifted off the bed as if a land mine had gone off underneath her. She clenched her teeth in either extreme pain or extreme pleasure, as he could feel her walls collapsing around him in her most intense orgasm yet. She stayed like that for almost a full minute before falling back to the mattress, gasping for breath and relaxing her grip on his torso.

Cameron held still while Giovanna came back down to earth from the stratosphere of bliss. When she got her wits back about her, she asked, "Why'd you stop? I thought you were supposed to be tearing my pussy up!"

Cameron was baffled. "Hold on... we are not talking shit now, are we?"

"Damn right I'm talking shit; you're supposed to be giving me a ghetto hysterectomy, and you wanna be still and shit."

Cameron laughed at 'ghetto hysterectomy.' "OK, so it's like that, huh?" he asked, grabbing her by the waist. 

"You tell me," she responded as she felt herself being dragged across the bed and her ass being hung over the edge. He was now standing with his feet on the floor and holding her ankles as far apart as he could. She gave him an assist by hooking her knees behind her own elbows, opening herself up for the full assault she was hoping to endure. He roughly ran his hands through her hair before filling his hands with as much as he could and using it to pin her head to the mattress.

"You ready?" he asked as he started moving his hips, slowly but mostly around in circles, not pulling back too much.

"Yeah baby, I'm ready, I want that- ahhh!" She never did get her entire reply out, because as soon as she verified that she was ready, he cocked his hips back and thrust them as far forward as he could. He repeated that motion with great speed and force, and that motion coupled with the pulling of her hair drove her out of her mind! Never in her life had she ever met a man who had the dick, talent, body size, strength and power to fuck her hard for any decent length of time, and while it wasn't something she enjoyed regularly, with the right person that brought the right attitude it was one of those occasional pastimes that anyone she dealt with scored major points by being able to indulge.

Giovanna's pussy was brutalized for over an hour in more positions that she'd ever experienced in one session before. Cameron twisted and contorted her body to the limits of her comfort and sometimes beyond, but the one constant was the seemingly effortless hammering he was putting on her. She had lost track of how many times she had cum, but knew he hadn't cum yet once. Not that she was complaining, but she wanted it now. She suddenly realized she was caught: as badly as she wanted to feel his hot spunk splatter against her walls, she wanted to remain childless even more. She rolled away from him and started to walk across the floor, but almost fell due to suddenly feeling the strain that had been placed on her joints. She patted Cameron's dick gently as she limped to her duffle bag. "Keep that up for me, I'm not done with it yet," she said with a voice that bordered between sensuously seductive and simply sluttish.

She fished around in the dark for a moment or two before Cameron noticed her coming back with two long, round objects in her hands. As he lay on his back, not knowing what to expect, she sat on his stomach facing his feet. Although he couldn't see what she was doing, he could feel a cold, viscous liquid being applied to his dick. "Um, Giovanna, what are you doing?" he asked with a hint of trepidation.

"You remember how I said I wanted to feel all of you in me?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, my pussy is just not ready for that. It may get there in time, but tonight ain't the night." She lay flat against his chest and arched her hips as she reached down and grabbed the very base of his dick. "But fortunately, I have another hole that goes just a little bit deeper..." She lowered herself so that he was able to feel the slightest bit of pressure coming down on his cock. Before he could ask what the hell was on her mind, she showed him by lowering herself against him, dropping her booty directly into his lap as her slickened rosebud slowly but surely devoured the pleasure she so desperately craved inside her. She grunted in pain as she impaled herself upon it, but she was bound and determined to take all twelve inches of Cameron's manhood inside herself, and with patience she eventually got it done.

Giovanna lay still and comfortable for a few moments, or at least as comfortable as a woman could with a foot of phallus up her ass. She set the lubricant on the dresser and took the other object in her hand. Cameron heard the telltale mechanical hum of a sex toy, and felt its vibrations resonate through both of her cavities as she inserted it to its base in her pussy before clenching her thighs around it. "Damn, you are one freaky bitch," Cameron marveled.

"Mmm hmm," she purred as she began slowly grinding her ass up and down his shaft. "You think you got what it takes to handle a freak like me?"

"You tell me," he returned, wrapping his legs around hers and attempting to turn her to her stomach. They only made it to their sides before slamming into the wall, but Cameron was undeterred. He clutched her breasts, crisscrossing his arms in front of her, and began to pound her pelvis against the wall. Between the toy in her pussy, the cock in her anus, the hands on her tits, and now the mouth on her neck and ears, Giovanna was stuck in sexual overload. Her grunts, moans and screams of appreciation echoed off the walls of the room, and the whole house had to be able to hear her for she was no longer concerned about keeping her voice down. She was getting four months of sexual frustration worked out of her system, and she didn't care who knew it. "How long have you wanted this?" Cameron whispered into her ear.

"Since that day you broke into my house," she uttered, his voice turning her on even more.

"Oh yeah?"

"Oh god yes, I wanted you that day."

"What did you want me to do to you?"

"I wanted you to threaten me."

"Hmm... you wanted me to rape you?"

"Oh yes, as soon as I saw that big fucking cock in your pants I wanted you to hold that gun to my head, force to my knees and make me suck it."

"And then what?" The speed and force of his thrusting increased as her filthy mouth brought him ever closer to the release they were both anticipating.

"Then throw me on my bed and make me tell you where my ex was."

"And if you didn't?"

"I was hoping you would fucking hurt me with that dick, make me beg you to stop, tell you that you were too big and that you were hurting me, but you wouldn't listen. I wanted you to keep raping me over and over again. I wanted you to ignore me when I begged you not to cum in my pussy, and pushed your dick straight through my cervix before you came."

"Before I came... before I came like this?" He pushed as deep as he could into her ass, his entire body arching back and bringing hers with him.

"Oh yeah, just like this," she screamed. "Give it to me, gimme that nut daddy!" She felt him displace her dark ring even more than it already was as he swelled up, finally preparing to deliver the heat she had craved for months. "Cum in my ass daddy, let me feel it!" He eventually rolled on top of her and started furiously pounding straight down as he filled her request, pumping what felt like a pint of sperm into her ass. Finally spent, Cameron collapsed on top of her, and the weight of his body on top of hers was enough to push Giovanna over the climactic edge one last time.



Vengeance Ch. 06



Breathless, limp, and satisfied (for now), the pair lay as they were before Giovanna's continual anal contractions finally squeezed Cameron's dick from its clutches. "I'm going to get cleaned up," he said as he moved into the shower with a noticeable amount of difficulty. He took a brief shower, and Giovanna did the same after playing with herself for a couple more minutes while she waited for him to come out. As she lay with her head on his chest, he asked, "All that stuff you were talking about just now, about wanting me to rape you that first day we met?"

"Yeah?"

"You didn't really mean that, did you?"

"Are you kidding? I'd have blown your balls off had you even tried anything," she said with a laugh, bringing a slight chuckle from Cameron. "The truth is, there are times when I like to be made love to like a lady, and there are times when I want to be fucked like a slut."

"Ah... gotcha."

"When it comes to sex, for the right man," and this she said looking directly into his eyes, "I will do literally anything."

"Interesting... so let me ask you this: how do you define the 'right man'?"

She kissed him full on the mouth, deeply and passionately. "Right now, the right man is Cameron Javier Dent."

He couldn't help but smile. "Really? That name sounds familiar."

"You know him?"

"I don't know, tell me something about him."

"Well, we met in a weird way. He showed up at my house one day wanting to kill my ex-husband. I was afraid he was going to kill me for a moment, but when he didn't I decided to try and help him out. After all, he was just getting out of jail. I hired him as a handyman and let him live at my place. Unfortunately he wasn't a very good handyman, but I saw that I liked him so I kept him around."

"What did you like about him?"

"His sense of humor at times, his no-nonsense attitude at others. Then about a week after he moved in, I walked in on him in the shower one day..."

"You saw me -- him -- in the shower?"

"Yes, and it was all I could do not to jump in there with him! He was in there stroking positively *the* biggest dick I had ever seen!"

"And that made you want him right then and there?"

"Kind of. See, I had already wanted him since the first day we met, but I didn't really want to be the one to make a move. It was the way he carried himself that really attracted me to him. He kind of gave off this sexual aura no matter what he was doing. It was just part of him, and it sometimes made me wet just looking at him or hearing his voice."

"OK, OK, so what made you decide he was the right man?"

"Well, we went to my parents' house for Thanksgiving weekend. The first night we got there was our first night sleeping together, and at first that's all it was: sleeping. But I was laying with my neck right in front of his face, so every time he breathed I felt it on the back of my neck. I tried to ignore it, but I didn't have anywhere to move, so I just lay there and let him breathe on me. I held out as long as I could, but eventually I came so hard that I ended up waking him up."

"Damn, he got you just by doing that?"

"Oh, it gets better. Since I didn't get any sleep that night, I slept in Thanksgiving morning. He crept into bed with me and let me ride his dick for a little while, and then I tit-fucked him so he could get off."

"Sounds like fun."

"But the fun didn't stop there. When I woke up, I took a shower. Now, *he* claims I was playing with myself and calling his name, which I know I wasn't doing. Anyway, the next thing I know he's behind me in the shower, dick just as hard as it wants to be. So, I back up on it and get myself off a few more times; I have to admit I was being kind of selfish. My ex was good but he was more 'me-first,' so having someone interested more in *my* pleasure than his was kind of new to me.

"But, something must have made him upset because he spent the rest of the day acting really funky toward me. So I cussed him out that night, and I must have hit a nerve because he tore my ass up nine ways from Sunday!"

"Dayum," Cameron laughed, "maybe I can learn a thing or two from this guy!"

"Then, there was something I wanted to tell him, but I didn't because I wasn't too sure how he'd react."

"Oh really..." Cameron's tone was notably more serious. "Well, I'm sure that whatever it is, it's probably best you say it. Just... get it out in the open and let him deal with it."

"You think so?"

"I do, but you have to keep in mind that you might not get the response you were looking for."

"Well, that makes me want to say it even less."

"I see... well, all I can do is give you my advice." He pulled the covers over the two of them and said good night with a kiss and a tight squeeze.

A few minutes went by, then, "Cameron?"

"Yes?"

"Please don't be upset with me..."

"Why would I be upset with you?"

She took one final deep breath. "I love you."

That caught Cameron totally off guard. "Wow... I really don't know how to react to that..."

"Tell me you love me!" she pleaded.

"I can't do that," he sighed. "If I were to say those words, even if they had the feeling behind them -- which they would -- it would feel forced, unreal."

"I... I understand," she replied, stunned into silence.

"No, I don't think you do," he replied. "If I were to say the words, even if they had the feeling behind them - *WHICH THEY WOULD* - it just wouldn't feel right."

"I see... well, good night." She choked back tears as she tried to go to sleep. Her heart was in pieces thanks to her bearing it to him against her better judgment and him driving a stake through it.

She made a decision then and there. As soon as they returned home, he was gone. 

Cameron and Giovanna spent most of Friday afternoon hanging out with her relatives, her with her siblings and him playing sports and video games with the kids his own age. The young adults had gotten a Madden tournament going, which Cameron neither excelled nor bombed at; he ended up winning one more game than he lost. Somebody eventually put on a rap CD, which burned Cameron's ears but he tolerated it as best he could. "Man, you don't know nothin' about that," one of the young men said to him.

"You're right, I don't. Nor do I care to, truth be told," Cameron returned, expressing his disdain for the genre in question.

"Well, what music do you listen to?" someone else asked him.

"Mostly rock and heavy metal."

That brought a collective groan from the group. "You can't even understand most of the shit they say."

"Sure you can, if you take the time out to actually listen to it. And when you *do* understand it, they *say* a hell of a lot more than the average rapper these days."

"Oh really?"

"Yes, really. Rap has become a cookie-cutter formula based on how much money you have, how much drugs you do, what kind of cars you drive, and how many hoes you fuck."

His argument did not sit well with the group, but nobody could counter it. "But rock doesn't sell records like rap does."

"Bullshit! You just don't hear about it because you don't tune into the right channels. Music is more than BET and MTV, my friend."

"All right... well, what about their videos when they be sacrificing goats and shit?"

"What about the videos that are full of nothing but flashy cars, half-naked women -- which I like as much as the next man, don't get me wrong; they just have no place in my music -- but absolutely nothing of substance?"

"What more substance do you want?"

"All right, I'll give you an example: 'Rose of Sharyn' by Killswitch Engage -- LimeWire it when you get a chance. The video shows the band playing in a snowy clearing, surrounded by trees that have different words cut into the branches. When they get to the bridge, the words start to bleed, and from the pool of blood on the ground -- but you have to wait until the end of the video to see this -- there's a rose growing. A fucking *rose!*"

The games and debates continued on for a good while. Meanwhile in the adult's corner of the house, after an hour or so of gossip, Carla eventually brought up the previous night in true Carla fashion: "So, I heard *somebody* getting some pipe work done last night."

"Mmm hmm," Keisha chimed in. "I heard *somebody* all the way down in my room."

"Well, if y'all had been getting work done of your own," Giovanna retorted, "instead of worrying about *somebody...*"

"Shit, I wish I had a friend who could make me holla like that," Michelle added, putting finger-quotes around the word "friend."

"I know that's right," Gloria piped. "Look at Vonni, sittin' here glowin' and shit..."

"Well, what do y'all want me to say?" Giovanni shrugged. "We had sex. We had some damn good, write-home-and-slap-ya-momma sex."

"Mmm hmm, so what happens now?" Keisha asked.

"I know what would happen if it was me," Carla interjected. "I would chain that motherfucker to my bed and do nothing but feed him and fuck him twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week!"

"Oh, we all know that," Gloria returned. "Hell, you were always the one to lose your mind over some dick."

"Yeah, like that one she almost went to jail over... what was his name, the married one?" Giovanna inquired.

"Hey now, that bitch shouldn't have been stalking me. I told her, her husband was the one that needed to quit calling *me.*"

"Anyway, I'm about to go find my 'friend,'" Giovanna said as she got up and walked outside. The sight that awaited her nearly took her breath away.



Vengeance Ch. 07



"Ronnie? What are you doing here?" Her ex-husband was seated casually on the hood of his car. "Vonni, long time no see. I was in town and I thought I'd pay you a visit."

"You always were a horrible liar, Ronnie. What do you really want?"

"Actually, I'm here to see Cameron. He and I have a few things we need to discuss."

"What makes you think he's here?"

"Why wouldn't he be? I'm sure he fell head over heels once he got a look at your fine ass."

"But he's supposed to be in jail, isn't he?"

"Are you kidding me? *I* got him out of jail!"

"Wha... what do you mean? What the fuck are you talking about?"

Ronnie sighed. "Christ, you really have no idea... Remember the robbery at my store?"

"The one he got locked up for..."

"Yeah, a real shame about that. But, I needed somebody to take the fall. I needed somebody that even if the set-up *were* discovered, I'd be the last person they thought of. So needless to say, when I found out about the married chick he was fucking, he became the perfect patsy."

"I still don't get it. Why would you stage a robbery in your own store?"

"The insurance money, why else? And Cameron made it really easy for me too, giving that broad a key to his place. All I had to do was go to her husband, give him all the info on Cameron, and in exchange for what he *thought* was a fifty percent cut, he steals his wife's key, goes to Cam's place, gets his gun, leaves it in the store, and I do the rest."

"How much did you get?"

"Five hundred thousand dollars."

"In exchange for a man's life?"

"Maybe not by itself, but the other hundred and fifty grand I got from selling the store -- after I divorced you -- made up for it. I'd have been content with that, to just take the money and run. Unfortunately, Lynette's husband suddenly decided to grow a conscience. See, he had never confronted Lynette about her cheating, but somehow it came out. She agreed to send his lawyer the pictures of the two of them together, but only if she agreed to never see him again."

"But I thought he had killed her!"

Ronnie grinned. "Ah, so you *have* seen him! And I'd bet any amount of money you brought him here to meet the family."

"And what if I did?" She was not pleased with herself at giving away her own lie like that.

"Then I can't allow him to leave here alive. The thing is, I knew that if he was eventually exonerated for the robbery, the cops would reopen the case. If that happened, that would have left me open to being investigated for insurance fraud. The only chance I had was for him to commit an even bigger crime to buy myself some more time to leave the country, which is where you came in."

"What do you mean?"

"Tell me something: have you been getting a lot of phone calls lately about your health?"

"Why?"

"Because I took out a $2.5 million life insurance policy on you before we got divorced."

"You did what?! Why the fuck would you do something like that?"

Ronnie simply shrugged. "For the same reason I put this whole thing in motion: the money." The total lack of emotion in his voice caused the anger welling up within Giovanna to boil over, but before she could do anything about it he continued, "What I was counting on was Cameron coming by and maybe blowing up the house or something like that. That way, you're dead, I'm rich, and he's back in jail. That's also why I told him Lynette was dead; if she had been waiting for him, he'd have gone straight to her and not even bothered with trying to get revenge."

Giovanna shivered with rage. "You sick son of a bitch," she said as she slapped him hard across the face. He said nothing, merely smiling as he grabbed her around the throat with one hand and produced a silver pistol from his coat pocket with the other. "Let's go see if we can find Mr. Dent, shall we?" he said as he held the gun to her head and pushed her roughly inside the house. Everybody jumped in panic, but a quick wave of his gun quieted them. "Relax everybody, I'm just here to find a former employee and have a little talk with him. The sooner I find out where he is, the sooner I leave and you all go back to your little holiday get-together."

"Don't bother," Cameron said as he walked nonchalantly down the stairs. "You want me, here I am. Leave these people alone."

Ronnie smiled as he pulled his gun from Giovanna's head. "See how easy that was?" he cockily addressed the family. "Let's step outside, Mr. Dent." Issuing one final warning to the Lawsons, he said, "And *nobody* follows us." Cameron stepped outside, keeping his eyes on Ronnie the whole time. Ronnie made the mistake Cameron did not, and as soon as he stepped outside Cameron blindsided him. He pushed Ronnie's own gun underneath his chin and pulled the trigger, all using Ronnie's own appendages. Everybody came running out when they heard the shot, which had torn straight north through Ronnie's skull.

Ronnie lay dead on the porch until EMS arrived on the scene. True to his word, the police had already been looking for Ronnie to question him about possible insurance fraud on the robbery, and when they heard Giovanna's recount of what he had said to her, they decided that Cameron had indeed been in mortal danger and declared the killing self-defense. As he watched Ronnie's body loaded into the back of an ambulance, Giovanna asked Cameron if he had still wanted to kill him.

"To tell you the truth, no. All I wanted to do was move on, put my life back together."

"What about Lynette? Now that you know she's alive, I'm sure you want to see her again..."

"Nah. If she wanted to see me, she'd have stayed. Besides, she made the better decision to work on her marriage. I mean, she was probably ready to leave him for me, but I don't know if I would have been able to live day-to-day without thinking if she would do me the same way."

She put her arms around him and her head on his chest. "So what are you going to do now?"

He looked down at her. "Well, I'm thinking as soon as we get back about getting my stuff out of storage."

"Really? Have you figured out where you're going to live?"

"Yes, with you."

She stepped away from him in a huff. "Me? After what you said last night? You have two weeks to find a place *and* a job, and then you are getting out of my house!"

"Did you not even understand what I said last night?"

"Yes, and you made it perfectly clear that my feelings for you are not being reciprocated!"

"Are you fucking kidding me? Read between the lines, woman! If last night I had said that I loved you in response to your saying that you loved me, even if I truly felt that way -- *WHICH I DO* -- it would have felt like I was just saying it to make you happy." He put some definite emphasis on the words 'which I do.'

"So what are you trying to say?"

"You really don't get it, do you? OK, take exactly what I just said and repeat it back."

"You said that if you had said you loved me in response to my saying I loved you, it would have felt like you were just trying to make me happy even if you truly felt that way, which you do."

"OK, now say those last three words again."

"Which you do."

"Again..."

"Which you do... which you do... which you do!" It finally kicked in the point he was trying to make without actually coming out and saying it. "Oh baby!" she squealed, jumping into his arms and kissing him full on the mouth. She managed to pull her tongue out of his mouth long enough to hiss, "I want to hear you say it."

"I love you," he said. "I love you, Giovanna Lawson."

"I love you, Cameron Dent."

Cameron and Giovanna returned home on Sunday morning, a day earlier than they had planned. True to his word, as soon as they returned he began emptying out his storage unit and moved into Giovanna's house, but not before she had the house renovated. He found a job soon enough, and within a few months, they were engaged. The following year they returned to the Lawson family house for another month over Christmas and New Year's. When they returned home this time, the name Lawson stayed at her parents' house.



Vengeance Ch. 08



***Chapter 8 and subsequent chapters actually happen *before* the end of Chapter 7.***

The call came from the near sideline. "Down with the sickness, down with the sickness!"

Cameron steeled himself for the upcoming play while trying to remain motionless. This play had been designed especially for him. It was run from a line-out with a pass to the weak wing, which would then cut between the pack and the flanker. The call for the play came from one of Disturbed's three albums, who Cameron was a huge fan of. The song 'Down With the Sickness' came off their farthest back album, which meant the throw was going to the flanker and the pass would be coming from Cameron's right.

The 8-man made the toss and Cameron broke out into a dead sprint. He saw the ball fly over the line and the flanker move to the inside of the field, creating the gap Cameron would soon blast through. The flanker made a sub-par catch but still managed to pass the ball out. As it happened, he could have neither aimed nor timed the pass any better, as Cameron was able to scoop it up a yard behind the pack if that. The opposing wing was no match for him, evidenced by Cameron dropping his shoulder and trucking through him. The rest of the backs were on the other side of the field; the only man with a chance to catch him was the fullback.

While the fullback was able to catch Cameron, tackling him proved to be an exercise in futility as he was dispatched with a brutal stiff arm. Cameron sprinted the rest of the length of the pitch and touched the ball down in the end zone smack in front of the support for the goalposts. His teammates mobbed him in congratulations, and he heard a "Hey-ey, Zulu war-rior!" rising up from them as well as the guys on the sidelines. Fuck me running, he thought. He had just scored his first try with his new rugby club, and apparently running a lap around the pitch naked after the game when scoring one's first try was not a tradition limited to his old squad. And not only that, but his girlfriend was going to witness the whole charade.

Giovanna came up to him with a bottle of Gatorade. "Honey, what are they all chanting about?"

He took a swig from the bottle, spit it out and then took a long drink. "You'll see," he said grimly. He sent her off the pitch with a kiss on the cheek and a swat on the ass before taking his place for the ensuing kickoff. The rest of the match could only be called domination, as Cameron's squad completely dismantled the visitors to the tune of 67-15. They would have at least broken 20 had Cameron not made an earth-shaking, bone-jarring tackle right outside the try line, the second of his three highlight-worthy plays of the match. The carrier did not just drop the ball when Cameron floored him with a spinebuster slam; subconsciously or not, he chucked it into the middle of the field. A forward picked it up with an open field in front of him, but opted to pitch it to Cameron who was more than happy to scamper to pay dirt yet again. The third was running down a punt that had more than likely been aimed at the sideline but missed its mark horrendously and returning it for his third score of the match.

Eventually the slaughter ended, and Cameron was hurrying to get his gear together when he heard the 'Zulu Warrior' chant go up again. "Ah, shit," he huffed. Considering it was early February and cold as hell, a naked lap was not an appealing prospect.

"What's the matter, baby?" Vonni asked him.

"Just... take my stuff to the car; you don't want to see this." She began to walk towards the parking lot when one of his teammates ran her down. "Ohhh no, you gotta stay and watch this." She began to protest, but he physically ushered her back to the bleachers, where Cameron and a couple other Zulus were stripping down to their cleats and nothing else. Giovanna was in shock at seeing her boyfriend naked and running ahead of a couple other naked players, who were doing their best to keep up with him. Somehow he managed to have enough left in him to circle the pitch at a full jog, but no sooner was he back at the bleachers and getting dressed next to Giovanna than the team president walked up to them. "So Cam, you gonna introduce your friend or what?"

"Oh, sure. Giovanna, this is Rob, our team president. Rob, this is my girlfriend Giovanna."

"Nice to meet you, Giovanna. You know something, I was thinking..."

"I already don't like the sound of this," Cam came back.

"I was thinking that three tries in your first game is a pretty special accomplishment."

"Well... thank you, can't say I disagree."

"And a special accomplishment..." Rob reached out and grabbed Cameron's shirt just before he could get hold of it. "Should be celebrated in a special way, don't you think? Giovanna, I'm sure you don't mind us sending him out for two more laps, do you?"

Giovanna shrugged her shoulders. "I guess not."

"All right; hit it, Cam." Cameron began to take off, but Manny the head coach called him back. "You gotta do it naked, son."

"What?!"

"Yeah, you're still on your Zulu run. Three scores, three laps, now get to it."

Cameron returned to the benches and removed the rest of his clothes, muttering obscenities the whole time and not stopping until he finished his two laps. The teams finally dispersed (the opposition had also stayed to watch the spectacle) briefly leaving Cameron alone with Giovanna, who was making pained attempts not to laugh. "It's not funny," he growled, but she could tell he was trying his best not to laugh himself.

"OK," she said, keeping her mouth open for as brief a time as possible.

He looked up at her with a cryptic smile on his face. "You're laughing."

"No I'm not." She took a deep breath this time, still trying to stifle her laughter.

"Uh huh... anyway, let me see some of the pictures you got." She handed him her digital camera and he looked through the shots she had taken. She had gotten some good ones, especially of him in the open field, but when he came to the ones of him running around the pitch naked, she simply could not help herself any longer and burst out laughing. "I'm sorry, you just looked so funny out there! Running around, flopping every which way..."

"And probably made the whole crowd jealous in the process."

"I don't know about that," she said, her eyes quickly darting around the place before deftly undoing her jeans, "but it made me horny!" In a flash her pants were hanging off one ankle and Cameron was on top of her, pulling his shorts down as far as he needed to in order to get his dick loose. He banged away at her for a few moments before filling her with his seed, which would pacify her until they left the post-match party and made it home. As they drove to the restaurant where the festivities were being held, he warned her that rugby players for the most part were a bunch of lewd, loud-mouthed, alcohol-fueled, vulgar louts. "So why do you hang out with them?" she asked.

"Because they're a bunch of lewd, loud-mouthed, alcohol-fueled, vulgar louts."

"Oh... okay." They arrived at their destination and walked in just as the first trays of food were being brought out. The respective coaches from each team handed out their post-match awards, and it came as no surprise to anyone that Cameron was named 'Man of the Match.' The party contained much drinking, eating, and showing off more female flesh than could be seen at a local strip club. Eventually Cam and Vonni left and drove home, and no sooner was the door locked behind them that Giovanna was molesting Cameron once again. This time he had to stop her; he was sweaty, nasty, and not feeling sexy in any way, shape, or form. "Vonni, let me go, please; I would like to take a shower."

"I can't help it you're so goddamn sexy! Just being close to you makes me so fucking horny," she hissed. "It's like you have this aura coming off you. I don't know how any woman can walk within five feet of you without ripping your fucking clothes off!"

Despite his protests, she would not listen. That was one of the things he had come to love about her: when she wanted something badly enough, she stopped just short of criminal activity to get it. Here and now, however, he simply had to deny her. He forced her hands out from down the front of his shorts, which was no small feat. She put every ounce of her strength into fighting him, and while normally he would have easily overpowered her (not because she was weak; she wasn't, but he was just leagues stronger than her), due to him being worn out from the game she actually stood a fleeting chance.

The two were now tussling on the living room carpet, Giovanna struggling to get his clothes off while Cameron vied to keep them on. She knew damn well what she was doing; he was tired, and if she hung with him long enough, eventually he would give in, leaving himself to be ravished by her animalistic lust. Cam realized this as well, so with what strength he still possessed he lifted Vonni up on one shoulder and began carrying her upstairs. Vonni then gave up struggling, convinced he was taking her upstairs to thrash her pussy out of place like she had been needing him to all day. Things became even more intense when he slammed her pronouncedly onto their king-size bed. She began kissing and clawing furiously at any bare skin she could find, or was she simply trying to open up more? Either way, she was caught totally unawares when with one hand he held both her wrists to the headboard and tied them in place with the other. "Oooh, you wanna tie me up?" she purred with a lustful gleam in her eye; any minute now, clothes were going to start flying and bodies were going to start banging. "Want to, no; need to, yes. Now stay *HERE!*" he barked as he stood up and left the room, leaving Vonni tied to the headboard and swearing at the top of her lungs!

Cameron stripped and finally began the cleaning process he had been craving for hours. There was no mistake about it; he loved Vonni, and he loved fucking her when, where, and how she wanted it, but sometimes he just had to tell her 'not no, but not now.' As much as he would have loved to sit in the tub and soak for a good while to get his energy back, he only took a long enough shower to get thoroughly clean. Vonni's curses had fallen silent, which meant she was up to something. Sure enough, no sooner had he turned the water off and stepped out of the shower than Vonni's gloriously naked (and remarkably unrestrained) form burst into the bathroom. She grabbed him by his dick and dragged him back to the bedroom, where a clean yet rumpled sheet lay on the otherwise beautifully made bed. "Did you really think that bitch-ass knot was gonna hold me?" she hissed as she now slammed *him* to the bed, an undertaking which she had to put quite a bit of effort into, but was hell-bent on accomplishing. "Let me show you how you tie somebody up, motherfucker." She grabbed the sheet and tied Cameron's hands securely above his head, then stood at full height over him. She appeared almost angry at having to wait so long (all of ten minutes) for something that belonged to her. 

"Let me explain something to you, mister," she barked, placing a foot in his crotch. "This belongs to me. When I want it, I get it." She then lowered her pussy down near his face, getting close enough that he could smell her heavy arousal but staying far away enough that he could do no more. "Just like when you want this, you get it, don't you?"

"Pretty much." She wanted to play power games now, which was cool with him. His nonchalant reply was explained by the fact that on a level playing field, if he had his full strength and all four of his appendages available to him, the power to take and do what one wanted belonged to him.

"Then what the fuck is with this 'no' bullshit?"

"I don't know, I thought you might like your dick dirt-, sweat-, and grime-free...?"

She knelt between his legs. "Do you think I give a fuck? I told you, when I want it, I am going to take it!" With that she devoured him, and he heard a moan of contentment rise from her throat. She was making progress in the amount of dick she could suck comfortably; she had started out with just six inches, but through practice and relentless determination she could now take nine. Her ass could take him all, but the pussy was lagging behind in the progress department, deepening only one inch, which meant her mouth had caught up to her twat. Cameron had been soft when Vonni first took him into her mouth, so the extra three inches forced her to back off. Cameron was simply amazed at the skill and intensity she brought to her head game, and both had grown significantly since they first met.

In the mirror on the wall to his left, Cam watched as Vonni played with her pussy while she sucked his dick. The way she touched herself, moving her fingers in slow, discriminate patterns was more for his viewing pleasure then her own climactic cravings. She slurped, licked, suckled, nibbled, and otherwise orally assaulted that wondrous piece of flesh until it exploded in her mouth. Her entire body shuddered as the feeling of his appreciation hitting the back of her throat put the last piece of the orgasmic puzzle into place. She didn't want to waste such a quality climax however, so she hovered over Cameron's face as she continued to finger herself.

Vonni held her lips open as the thick, opaque nectar he loved so much began to flow from its sacred spring, and Cameron drank her initial offering before attempting to coax more out with his own tongue. She dropped all her weight south and supported herself by holding onto the headboard while his mouth reacquainted itself with her sex. Her moans echoed off the walls and through the halls as Cameron savored her flavor and aroma to the tune of another fluid-letting orgasm. When she had had her fill of his oral fixation, she moved from his face back down to his waist, but instead of mounting herself on his newly-hard staff as he expected, she simply left the room. She had gotten the meal of cum she had wanted all afternoon while snacking on chicken wings and pizza, and was now happy. But happy was one thing, and satisfaction was another. Satisfaction would come from the consequences of her actions, and she knew full well what those would be.

She went downstairs, turned out all the lights, and opened the living room shades and windows. She noted the position of the glass coffee table in front of the couch, and moved it across the room before sitting on the couch, turning on the TV as if she hadn't a care in the world. But she knew better. She was certain that at that very moment Cameron was working on liberating himself from his bindings. She had tied the knot tightly, but near enough that his hands could reach it to free himself at anytime. Her intent was for him to do it while she was mounted on top of him, but for some reason he chose not to.

Not that it mattered, of course; when Cameron *did* get free, Vonni was ready, able, and more than willing to pay the consequences for what she had just done. A wicked smile crept across her lips at the heavy price that he would most certainly demand, and wanted the entire block to bear witness to it.



Vengeance Ch. 09



Giovanna waited for a few moments before pulling a small, thin vibrator from a side compartment in the couch. The horny bitch had always kept a sex toy or two stashed away in various rooms in the house even when she was married, just so she never had to travel too far if a sudden urge hit. Since she had met Cameron however, the number of toys, gizmos and gadgets she owned had almost tripled. She had at least one in every room in the house (without counting the literal treasure chest she kept in the master bedroom for both of their enjoyment) and used them frequently without a care who knew it. She once had a visiting girlfriend call her out on the number of toys she possessed. Vonni challenged her to let Cameron fuck her one time and see if *she* could go a week without acting like a damn crack addict. Cameron had started working at a local hospital as a medical equipment technician, which meant Vonni was left to her own devices nine hours a day, five days a week.

As long as she was left alone to pursue her own interests Giovanna was fine, but more often than not that was not the case. Cam had gotten into the habit of sending her explicit text messages or e-mails during the day, and it was a battle of will power to keep her from masturbating, a battle she fought to the end but always ultimately lost. And if he managed to slip away for a few minutes and make a call, it was over. The aura of sexuality that radiated from him apparently carried on his voice as well, because Cam rarely got three whole sentences out before she had a toy in hand, and she *never* let him hang up without hearing her bust at least one nut.

As she activated the clit tickler and placed its humming head directly onto her love button, Vonni was not waiting on a phone call at all, but the tell-tale tromping of giant footsteps through the hall and down the stairs, signaling her pussy's impending doom. As moments turned into minutes, she began to worry that something might be wrong; perhaps she had bound him too tightly for him to be able to get out. Then why wouldn't he call for help, she wondered. Then it hit her: Cameron was making Giovanna wait. He was making her think about it. This was now a mental game of anticipation, and it had worked to perfection. She was spread wide on their sofa fondling herself *waiting* for him to come and fuck the high unholy hell out of her. 

Vonni got up and started up the stairs to confront Cameron, but both feet were still on the living room floor when she saw what little light there was in the house cast his silhouette against the darkness of the hallway. Seeing him like that always frightened her some but excited her more; he seemed to become one with the darkness that surrounded him, like it was a part of his own body. She slowly backed away from the steps, but every step of hers was matched by one of his as he emerged from the darkness. For reasons unknown Giovanna suddenly broke into a sprint for the back of the house, but Cameron effortlessly hopped the banister and reached out for her. Had he been a split second slower he would have missed her, but his hand slapped square on the back of her neck. He squeezed firmly enough to hold her but not hard enough to harm her, which sent a jolt through her entire body. From the first time he held her neck like that and forced her head into a pillow when he was hammering her ass from behind one day she had loved it. In fact, it was that day she had resolved to stop comparing her sex life now to the way it was when she was married to Ronnie.

Sex with Ronnie had always been pleasant and satisfying, but the whirlwind that had come into her life called Cameron Javier Dent was a different animal altogether. She would do anything for Ronnie if he asked for it, but she would do the same as soon as she *thought* it might be on Cameron's mind, and enjoy it twice as much. Ronnie asked for or requested too much; if Cameron wanted something he *took* it. If he wanted her in a certain position, he *put* her there. If he wanted her out in public, he *took* her there. If he wanted a particular object in one of her holes, he *put* it there. Well, he usually just had to show it to her and she did the rest, but it was just the same. Their styles were different, their techniques were different, their attitudes were different, and their dicks were different. Simply put, Cameron *wasn't* Ronnie. It was like life had taken away her 1990 BMW and handed her a 2008 Hummer, and she was bound and determined to ride harder, drive faster and take more chances than she ever had in her life.

All these thoughts buzzed through Giovanna's head in the split second it took for Cameron to fling her effortlessly toward the sofa. The momentum from his toss was perfect: just enough to carry her to the edge of the sofa, where she sold a flop. Granted, they both loved rough sex, but injury was going too far. "So you wanna play games, huh?" he said in his best Latino-gangster-knockoff voice, wrapping her mid-waist-length braids around his hand.

"I wasn't playing games," she replied calmly, or at least as calmly as a bitch in heat that was tingling with anticipation could. "I got what I wanted from you, and I was done with you."

"That's what you thought, huh?" He then used that same handful of hair to throw her on the floor. Stacking her on her shoulders and folding her feet to the floor, he said "Well, say hello to my little friend!" His little friend needed no introduction as it immediately and instinctively found its way home inside her twitching cunt. All the anticipation that had built up within her overflowed immediately, like an oil vein hit by a drill. Her juices ran all over her stomach and even down the crack of her ass, causing a pleasant little tingle. Cameron's feet were on the couch and his hands were on the floor, allowing him to effortlessly and with perfect form raise and drop his pelvis, using his massive manhood to pound Vonni's entire body into submission.

Vonni screamed, shouted, whooped and hollered like no one ever had before. She was a screamer in every sense of the word, and Cameron simply loved a woman who loved nothing more than to show her appreciation of his sexual gifts by extolling his virtues at the top of her lungs. Another thing Cameron loved was a multi-orgasmic woman who could weather the storm of climaxes that always accompanied him, and Vonni had long since mastered that talent. He could push her over the edge ten times within half an hour and she'd *still* be ready for more. Tonight appeared to be another one of those nights after she expressed her second climax within ten minutes of him first entering her.

Cameron relished her yells; if she didn't occasionally sprinkle in things like 'fuck me harder' or 'beat my pussy up' or other phrases to that effect, someone could very easily become concerned for her well-being. Vonni, for her part, knew damn well what she was doing opening up those windows. If she could have put a sign outside that said 'My man has the best dick in the world' and get away with it, she would have. Other people knowing she was getting body parts knocked into places they didn't belong was an extra morsel she enjoyed, something she had tried before when she was younger but never really understood the power of until that first night with Cameron. She never told him, but getting razzed on by her sisters the next day had made her pussy extremely wet. She had feasted on their envy and savored it like a gourmet dish, and was looking to fuck his brains out again. She would have done so on the spot she found him at, but of course Ronnie's sudden appearance canceled *those* plans.

Mount Giovanna had now erupted four times, coating Cameron's divine rod as well as her own body with succulent, sensuous lava. She had been folded in half and subjected to his ravages for a solid half hour now, and was loving every minute of it. Gradually Cameron's hammering, which had been slow, deep and methodical, began to increase in speed and intensity, a tell-tale sign that his own explosion was on the horizon. Vonni was all too eager to coach him to the Promised Land: "Oh yeah, fuck me harder baby! I know you wanna cum, you wanna cum in my pussy don't you?" Something about the words 'cum in my pussy' were like a trigger to him, never failing to cause him to do just that. "God yes, baby, fill me up, fill my fucking pussy up!" As if he needed any further encouragement, he blasted what Vonni counted as four solid shots at her cervix. A few might have gotten lost in translation, because as soon as he started cumming, *she* started cumming as well! The ones he gave her when he popped always blew the rest of her orgasms out of the water, as she attested to by grabbing onto whatever body part she could locate and holding on for dear life!

Vonni moved to unfold herself, but Cameron grabbed her legs once more, signifying that he wasn't quite done yet. She wondered what he could possibly have left; after all, he had been banged up on the rugby field for ninety minutes, then just spent thirty-plus more banging *her.* She got an idea as he reached into one of her hiding spots and pulled out her silver seven-inch vibrator. It gleamed in the total darkness, and she wondered just what he was up to. She soon found out as he rolled her up slightly, and then rested his now limp dick against her brown rosebud. Even when he was limp, he had enough constitution to push the head through, followed easily enough by the rest of his length which was still slick with the remnants of her many climaxes. She then felt the cold toy caress her blazing sex, and as his growth pushed deeper into her rear he simultaneously inserted the metal marauder into her front.

Vonni's high-pitched screams turned into low grunts as Cameron slowly worked her hips around. He spread his hands out and grasped her right at the top of her pelvis, allowing him to do two things: squeeze her clit with his thumbs and maintain overall control of her body. Her hand now guided the vibrator, and she performed with it the way a world-class conductor used a baton, guiding their sexual orchestra to its inevitable and much anticipated crescendo. That crescendo hit, not with the subtlety of a rising musical note, but with the brute force of a guitar riff, and Vonni pulled the vibrator from her pussy as she began to gush. She didn't squirt, but she wasn't freely flowing as she did most of the time. This was a gush, spurts of her essence splashing against Cameron every time her tunnel pulsated shut. The sensation of her cum splashing him and running down his stomach pushed him over the edge, evidenced by him pushing as deep as he could into her ass before shooting another load.

Cameron and Giovanna lay as they were, too exhausted to do much more than breathe, aside Vonni squeezing her asshole and milking his cock every now and then. They lay in a veritable pool of their own cum and sweat, which they had no objections to at the moment but would be hell getting out of the carpet later on, *much* later on. "Have I told you lately," she said as she raised her battered but blissful self to her feet, "that you are positively the best sex I have ever had?"

"I knew you kept me around for a reason," he said as she reached down to help him up.

"Well, there are other reasons, too," she demurred.

"Oh really? Like what?" he asked as he helped her close all the windows and pull down the shades.

"Like the fact that you help me laugh at myself when I do stupid things. When I'm feeling low, you don't just pick me up, you come and join me for a few minutes first. You don't answer my questions the way you think I want you to; you always tell me the truth no matter how much it stings. Oh, and did I mention that I'm madly in love with you?"

Cameron held her in his arms and kissed her. "I think I could have figured that out." Giovanna wrapped her arms around him and clutched him tightly. There were other reasons she loved him, of course. He gave her security, faith that all was right in the world, confidence that if their house collapsed around them and they survived things would still be alright. The love between them was surprisingly deep for how young it was, but it felt fail-safe and designed to survive any catastrophe that came their way. 

It would be another five months before that last point was truly tested, but neither of them standing in the darkness of their living room could have guessed either the magnitude or the form that test would bring.