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Breaking Up

By: Sacred Beauty



This particular stories subject matter is marital infidelity. If you are sensitive to that subject, please select a different story of mine to read. I do not advocate lying or cheating on a spouse and I don't feel that the characters actions and reactions are typical. 

--Sacred Beauty

*****

Of all the times my wife could have picked to confront me about her suspicions of cheating, this was the worse. In twenty minutes I was scheduled to receive the top honor in my company. The coveted sales award which is passed from person to person each year at the holiday party. Felicia was hysterical so I closed the door so that all of the guests wouldn't hear the altercation. My strategy was to play dumb, "What the hell has gotten in to you lately?"

Felicia thrusted the picture towards me widening the ocean of pretext between us. "I could ask you the same question."

My words came slowly as I looked at the picture of me and my secretary in a compromising position. "I can explain."

"Go ahead and explain how the camera captured the sin in your heart?"

I was silent. 

"I'm going to go." She swung her legs over the side of the couch in my office then pitched over in pain. The throbbing in her head must have intensified because she had sat up too quickly.

"You're right we shouldn't argue here. I don't want to cause a scene in front of the partners."

She rolled her eyes. "I guess it's all right to disrespect me." 

"Honey, you know I respect you."

"Do you?"

I stuck my hands in the pockets of my slacks, "I'm going to pretend you didn't ask that." 

"I don't want to pretend anymore. It's killing me."

As the tears inched towards the corners of Felicia's eyes, I realized that I had to do something. Yes I was cheating on her but I still cared deeply. We needed to settle this right now before it got out of hand. "Hold on." I went into the lobby looking for Nikki. 

She finished her cell phone call then looked up at me expectantly, "Hey Brad."

"Can I talk to you in private?" I knew she would take the bait. Nikki always jumps at the opportunity to spend private time with me. My office was the main location for our encounters. I can't even count the number of times she has stayed after hours and let me fuck her on my couch, in my chair or over my desk. 

"You know you can." She was a flirt, as usual.

I forced a smile. "Thanks." 

We walked back down the dark corridor to where Felicia was waiting and stopped at the door. "I thought you wanted to talk to me? Isn't SHE in there?" she asked.

"You went to far this time with your games." I took Nikki's arm and told her what was about to happen. "You are about to clear this up right now."

"Brad..." She stopped short when she saw the look on my face. I could tell that she knew I was asking for the truth but at the same time asking her to lie.

Felicia sat up and looked at my hand on Nikki's arm. "What is the meaning of this?"

I closed the door behind us then pulled the photo from my back pocket. My eyes were locked on Felicia as I passed the photo to Nikki. "Explain this."

When she put her hand on her hip, I knew she wanted to play hard ball. "The picture is self explanatory." 

I realized I was squeezing her arm and let go. "You know what I mean." I snapped. "Was anything going on between us when this was taken?"

She cut her eyes at me and played innocent.

Any hesitation would make Felicia think we were guilty. I snatched the photo from her, "Why did you give this to her? You are making her doubt my love for her..."

"Brad please..." my wife whispered, "We don't need to do this here. I don't want to argue anymore, I just want it to be over."

Nikki didn't pay Felicia any attention, "I gave her the whole stack of photos... she just stopped at that one. I didn't know she would get the wrong idea when I gave it to her."

"Stop the lies." I yelled, holding the photo in her face. "What does it seem like is happening?"

She looked towards the door. "It looks like you're trying to kiss me."

I took the photo from Nikki and gave it to Felicia. "Tell my wife what was really going on."

"We were just dancing." she admitted.

"Did I do anything to lead you on or touch you at the party?"

"No."

I should have left well enough alone but I had to keep on pushing. "Don't tell me, tell Felicia."

She looked in Felicia's direction but not directly at her. "Nothing happened."

Felicia finally spoke up, "Thank you for clearing this up."

I was relieved but still mad, "So why are you playing these fucking high school games?"

"What's going on?" My boss interrupted the tense standoff. "Everybody at the party can hear you all yelling back here."

"We're just talking Mr. Parker."

He glanced at Felicia and softened his tone, "All this yelling can't be helping your wife's headache."

"This evening has more excitement then I was expecting." Felicia said softly.

"Brad, why don't you two go in there and tell your Mr. Willis to start the awards."

"Yes sir." Felicia was still sitting on the edge of the couch with her face covered, clutching that damn photo. I went over and ran my fingers through her hair until she looked up at me. "I love you." I mouthed. Back in the conference room, me, Nikki and the others sat down and started the program. My boss showed up a minute later alone. "Where's my wife?"

"She went home."

*****

When I found Felicia alone in our living room, she looked like the perfect candidate for a Visine commercial. It was obvious she had been crying. She allowed me in and sat next to me on the couch. The knot in my stomach tightened as I watched her drink her wine in the dark. The fact that the overhead lights weren't on meant that she must have felt pretty bad. I slid the bottle of chardonnay away from her.

"It's pain medication."

"For your head?"

"For my heart." She clarified, reaching for the wine. 

That shut me up like a kick in the balls. Since she didn't say anything, I led the conversation off with a stupid question. "What did I do that was so bad?" Millions of men cheat. 

"Did I ever tell you about the first time my ex-husband and I made love?"

"No." I answered, wondering what that had to do with anything.

She sat her glass down then looked at me. "We had been dating a little over a year..."

I cut her off, "Honey, you don't have to tell me about it if the memory is hurting you. I know how deeply Max scared you."

"Alright then let's talk about what's been going on between us lately." Felicia stared off into the distance at a plant. "I know exactly when you fell in love with me Brad. The way you treated me was the same but the way that you looked at me changed. I was flattered but cautious in my response. As I came to know you better I realized that I felt the same way. This was all long before London, before Venice even. I didn't fall in love with you Brad... its like one day I woke up mired in it... consumed by it. And I had no control over the situation. I had to flow with the currents or drown trying to swim against them. Do you understand what I am saying?"

"Yes." I took her hand and kissed the inside of her palm then her wrist, smelling her perfume.

"Your actions tell me how you feel not your words. Tonight when we were in your office with Nikki, you said that she was making me doubt your love for me." Felicia turned to face me again. "I had never doubted it until that very moment. I feel like you were only proclaiming your love for her benefit and it made me feel cheap. It made me feel insignificant, like our private relationship needed justification. It didn't matter that I had been laying there in pain moments earlier. It was more important for you to prove a point to your secretary. I had to watch you humiliate her to make yourself feel better yet here we sit with the same problems. Saying I love you doesn't mean that you do."

There was an awkward silence because I didn't know what to say. I was actually feeling guilty for how I acted tonight at the party and sorry that I didn't listen to her in the first place and skip the damn function all together. As usual it was my ego. I had wanted everyone to see me receive that award. Now in addition to Felicia's headache, she was drinking. Then I had to go and act like a jackass and compound her problems. In the grand scheme of things besides my cheating, I was a hindrance in her life.

She continued, "I don't like Nikki or what she stands for. If you want to call it jealousy, then so be it. At this point in my life I need loyalty. I am fine with you working with her. I am fine with you being friends, but don't climb into bed with me smelling like her and then expect me to sit across from her at a formal function and keep my food down. I don't want to see photos of you holding her whether it's innocent or not. I don't want to feel like second best when she calls our house knowing it feels like a dagger in my heart..." Tears rolled down her cheeks as she finished up.

Again, I had no idea what to say. I damn sure wasn't going to tell her that I loved her after that heartfelt plea. 

Felicia's voice got really low. It was as if she has stopped talking directly to me and was talking to the emptiness of the room. "The reason I brought my ex husband up before is because the first time he told me he loved me was that first night we shared a bed. It was right before he entered me and it cheapened the whole act of making love. That is how you made me feel tonight." Felicia took such a long pause that it became even more uncomfortable for me, as if that were possible. "Max only said he loved me so that I would give myself to him with less reservation. I was a virgin who took a leap of faith with my life and chose to believe him. I thought that he loved me. Sometimes I even felt that he loved me. But I never knew for sure that he loved me, only that I loved him." Felicia stood and walked across the room, "Right now Brad, I think that you love me. I could even lie and say that I feel that you love me... but I don't know for sure that you love me." Felicia closed the bedroom door and never came back out.

Think... feel... know. 

I got a blanket and pillow from the linen closet and settled back on the couch contemplating the seriousness of our talk. In so many words, Felicia had just said 'fuck you'. Hearing the woman I loved, outwardly doubt me was unsettling. Especially since for the first time in my married life I was considering being faithful. 

Breaking Up



Ted couldn't believe his luck. He was beginning to think he had some Irish blood in him or something. 

He hadn't had sex in weeks, since breaking up with Tabitha. Then, out of the blue, her best friend Trish had bumped into him in the grocery store. 

He'd been his usual jovial self. Sure, maybe he flirted a bit with her. But who wouldn't? Trish was a hottie! 

She had brown hair down to her ass, silky, shining hair. Men love long hair, everyone knew that! So how could he not flirt with her? And the way she dressed! Ouch! 

Trish liked to wear this pair of overalls that were too baggy on her slender form. And she would wear a sport top underneath that left her very large breasts just bursting out the sides. Add to that image a set of blue eyes to die for and a killer smile, and all thoughts of Tabby were gone from Ted's mind. 

He'd naturally asked Trish to go for drinks. 

Surprisingly, she'd said yes. 

That was a few days ago. And tonight they had finally gone out. She'd called him up and everything, setting up the date and time completely on her own. 

How could it be wrong? 

But thoughts of Tabitha still haunted Ted. She didn't have hair like Trish's. She didn't have eyes like Trish's. Tabitha was a whole different kind of sexy. 

Ted had been going out with Tabby for a year before they broke up. And he'd loved fucking her so much. She was short, petite, and pale skinned. She had wavy short black hair that curled cutely around her ears. And she had eyes so dark brown that they looked almost black. Tabby had fuller lips than Trish did. And Ted was betting that made her a better cock sucker. Tabby knew how to please a man, and then some. 

Thinking of her now, he had to adjust himself in his seat in the car as he pulled up infront of Trish's house. 

"Everything okay?" his date asked sweetly. 

"Yeah, sorry, I just need to use the bathroom." 

Trish laughed and got out of the car, motioning Ted to follow her. 

"If you wanted to come in, you didn't have to use a silly line like that!" 

He grinned and didn't bother correcting her. Who cares, he was getting inside! 

Together they walked up to Trish's house, then she let them in with her key, turning on lights as she moved into the house. 

"Well?" she said, walking over to him. 

"Huh?" 

"The bathroom. It's upstairs. You did have to use it, didn't you?" she asked, squinting her eyes at him and smiling. 

"Oh, yeah! Yeah, I really have to piss." 

Ted smiled and headed up the stairs to find the bathroom. Trish was right behind him, humming to herself. 

"The bathroom's right in there, fan is by the light switch." "Great, thanks," Ted said, going into the dimly lit bathroom. 

"I need to change, so I'll be in my bedroom. Just knock when you're done, okay?" And with that, she closed the door to her bedroom, leaving him stunned. 

She was changing? After their date, with him right in the same house? 

That could only mean one thing. 

Yep, he must have Irish in him, cuz ol' Teddy was gonna get laid! 

Ted forced himself to take a leak, then washed his hands. Then, for good measure, he washed his face. 

"You dog," he said to his reflection, winking. 

Then he went out into the hallway. Hopefully, Trish had had enough time to get ready for him. 

He knocked on her door lightly with a knuckle. 

"Come in!" she called out. 

He put his hand on the doorknob and turned, opening the door. And what he saw left him breathless. 

Trish was wearing a fetish get up! 

A leather mask covered most of her face and forehead. Her hair was pulled back from her face in a tight severe pony tail. Around her neck was a black leather collar with studs. And coming out from it were straps that ran down the front of her body, on either side of her large unbound breasts. The straps met a horizontal one around her stomach. 

A harness-like black leather band went around her waist and over the tops of her long thighs, but her perfectly shaved sex was completely uncovered. And she was sporting a pair of red latex fuck-me boots that went up to her thighs. 

"Do you like?" she asked, turning so Ted could see her naked ass. 

He was speechless, so she just smiled at him. 

"Now you." 

He gulped. 

"Huh?" "Get undressed, silly. Or don't you want to play?" 

Ted nodded vigorously, then began to strip. He left his jeans to one side, and pulled his briefs from his body, kicking them off. His eyes were glued to Trish's exotic form as she posed for him. Taking off his shirt was a chore, because he had to lose sight of her for a moment, and even a moment was too much. He quickly tossed it aside. 

"Now come here," she said, beckoning him closer. 

Ted quickly came forward, reaching for her body. But Trish danced away. 

"Nuh uh uh!" she said in a chastising voice, wagging her finger at him. 

"No playing till I say we're ready." 

"Uh, okay," Ted said, swallowing hard. 

His cock was raging and bouncing infront of him. Trish looked at it and smiled. 

"My, you are big, aren't you? Tabby never told me just how big!" 

"Did...did she talk to you about me?" Ted asked, his hard on wilting slightly. 

"Sure, all the time. She loved you," Trish said matter-of-factly. 

Then she walked over to a pile of silk scarves and tugged on them. 

"Look, my special play time chair! Come, sit here." 

She patted the cushion and Ted walked over. The chair looked a lot like his weight lifting bench. It had a black vinyl covering on a slender slanted bench. 

"Now, you sit here, okay?" she said calmly. 

"Alright." Ted climbed onto the chair, sitting comfortably and smiling at Trish. 

Finally, she reached out a hand to touch his cock. 

"Mmm, big. Bigger than I thought." 

She teased along the shaft with her fingertips, then ran them around the head of his cock. He felt a jolt as she tickled over him, and a drop of precum oozed from the slit. Trish grinned at that and began to smear it around his cock head. 

"Would you like to suck it?" he offered. 

He flexed his muscles, making his cock bounce excitedly. 

"Maybe later," Trish said, smiling. 

She seemed to remember what she was doing then, and she looked at Ted's hands. 

"I'm going to tie you up. I like kinky things, don't you?" 

And before he could object, he had his wrist bound to a bar with a velcro strap. 

"Hey!" 

"Don't worry, these are safety straps. If you get worried, you can take them off at any point. I'm not a murderer or something, you know. I just want to have fun, don't you?" 

Trish smiled at him with that killer smile and Ted relaxed as she did the other wrist in a similar strap. It kind of felt neat to be tied up like this, almost powerless, or at least with the illusion of helplessness. Trish walked around to his knees and strapped his ankles to bars as well. Then she smiled at him. 

"So..." she said quietly. 

"Yes?" he smiled at her. 

"Wanna fuck?" 

Ted laughed. 

"Well I'd think that was obvious." 

Trish climbed up Ted's body and began to grind her shaved puss lips over his cock. 

"Like that?" she whispered. 

"Yeah, but do you have a condom? A rubber or something?" "Don't you trust me?" she said coyly. 

He blushed, grinning. 

"Yeah, but I don't trust myself." "Have you been sleeping around already," Trish said, almost scolding in her tones. 

"No! No, I've only ever had sex with two chicks, and Tabby was one of them. Honest, I'm just being responsible, okay?" 

His hard on was wilting again. And Trish was beginning to pout. 

"If you loved Tabby, why did you break up with her?" 

Trish climbed off of him now and stood next to him. Her fingers ran over her stomach down to his cock once more, and she began to tease and stroke him. He found it very hard to talk about Tabitha with her best friend jerking him off, but somehow, he managed. 

"She was getting this new job, and she was talking about moving and stuff. I don't want to move, I like living right here." 

He grunted, straining as Trish's mouth slowly descended to his cock. But she smiled up at him. 

"Go on," she said, just before dropping her lips to his shaft. 

Ted groaned. 

"She wanted stuff I didn't want. When we first started dating, we were a perfect pair." 

"Did she like to suck cock?" 

"Oh yeah," he groaned again. 

"Was she good...?" 

He winced, feeling the slight nip of Trish's sharp teeth against the spongy head of his member. 

"Fuck yeah. She really knew how to do it." 

"Why would you break up with a girl that knew how to suck cock, Ted?" Trish queried. 

"It's not all about fucking, you know," he answered. 

Though right now, fucking and sucking were all Ted could think about. Trish's hands dropped to his balls, cupping and caressing them, then roughly man-handling them. 

"What's it about, then?" 

"Love." 

"Do you love me?" 

He sighed, hating how she was teasing him. But when he looked down and saw that killer smile opening around his shaft, he couldn't help but be hard, no matter what she was asking him. 

"No. I love Tabby." 

"But you want me to suck your cock?" 

"Yes, so fucking badly." 

"Why?" 

He gulped as she ran her tongue along the length over the tip to the slit, then back down. 

"Because I think you want to." 

Trish laughed and pulled off of his cock with her mouth. 

"Well, I also want to fuck you without a condom. Don't worry, I don't sleep around either." 

Ted's head dropped back as Trish began to climb aboard his body once more. This time, she was facing away from him. He lifted his head and watched her long pony tail as it dragged across his chest. Her rounded ass on his lower stomach was so soft and smooth. 

Then she was holding his cock to her shaved cunt. And he could feel the hot touch of her pussy lips against the head. She was teasing herself with his cock, leaning back so he couldn't see a thing. 

"Tell me you love Tabby," she moaned. 

"I love Tabby," he answered. 

Ted closed his eyes, confused, but uncaring. The sensations of Trish's cunt against his cockhead, of her hands running up and down the shaft, her fingers teasing at his balls, were all too much to make him able to think straight. 

"You want to fuck Tabby," Trish whispered. 

"Fuck yes, she's such a good fuck. I loved fucking my Tabby." 

Then, suddenly, he felt something hot and wet against his cock. It was a tongue. His eyes flew open and he lifted his head. 

Trish was still in his lap. He couldn't see what was going on there. But he could feel a second set of hands on his cock now. 

He didn't say a word as someone's mouth moved up and down his cock and at last took him inside. He already knew it was Tabby. 

Ted could have wept. But the pleasurable feel of having his lover's lips wrapped around him again was something he couldn't ignore. 

"Do you want to fuck Trish, too?" Tabby's voice asked from somewhere infront of her friend. 

Ted knew he couldn't lie. Not to Tabby. 

"Yes. Gods, yes, Tabby. I'm sorry." 

The two girls seemed to lightly giggle. Then, he could feel Tabby's nails on the insides of his thighs. And she was moving his cock forward with her hands suddenly. 

She was lining his cock up with Trish's cunt! 

Ted gasped, feeling himself enter his lover's best friend's pussy, and he groaned as the slick wet heat of the woman's sex enveloped him. 

"Fuck her, then. I give you permission." 

Not that he had much choice now. 

Ted began to move his hips up and down, up and down on the bench. He was forcing his cock in and out of Trish's privacy. The girl leaned back, pushing her pelvis out to cause him more resistance. 

And then, he could feel Tabby's tongue again. She was lapping at Trish's folds, licking at the girl's lips. And then she was dragging her tongue along his shaft, her mouth hot against his flesh and his balls. 

"Fuck, Tabby, that's too much, it's too hot," he cried out. 

Tabby's tongue moved faster, boldly going lower now, teasing at his anus. Then she was flicking back up, and Ted could picture her licking at Trish's clitoris, biting at it. 

He was cumming, gods in heaven, he was cumming hard inside his lover's best friend. He couldn't help it. And Tabby's wild tongue wasn't helping either. 

"Ah! Ah I'm cumming!" Ted cried out. 

"I know," Tabby answered, stroking his thighs and kissing his cock. 

Then, with his member still inside Trish's cunt, Tabby began to lap at Trish's sex. Her tongue sometimes touched over Ted's cock, making him shudder and bounce. And then, Trisha reached ahead of herself, probably grabbing Tabby's dark locks as she began to cum. 

Ted groaned, feeling Trish's sheath milking him in her orgasm, stroking him and clenching around him. He shivered, disbelieving of everything that was going on. 

After a few moments, Trish extricated herself from Ted's body and walked over to the bed, lying down. Ted finally raised his head and looked down between his thighs. 

Tabby sat there, her face blank. She didn't seem to know what to think, either. 

"What's going on," he asked her, his voice showing his hurt. 

"I wanted to catch you fucking Trish. You were supposed to jump her bones. And you weren't supposed to talk about me..." 

"But he loves you, idiot. Don't be daft," Trish piped up from the bed. 

"Then why did you break up with me, Ted?" Tabby asked, almost about to cry. 

Slowly, Ted forced his hands out of the safety cuffs, then sat up on the bench. He reached down and touched Tabby's face with his thumbs, stroking her cheeks. 

"Because you were going to leave me. I'm not moving. And you were going to leave me behind." 

"I'd never leave you, Ted. I love you, so much!" 

The small girl jumped up, wrapping her arms around Ted's neck and kissing him feverishly. He smiled and hugged her close to him. 

Then, he looked over at the bed and where Trish was smiling like a Cheshire cat. 

"I think you guys have been keeping some secrets from me," he grinned at Trish, then Tabby. 

Then he picked his girlfriend up in his arms and walked over to the bed. 

"Maybe it's sharing time?" he asked quietly. 

The girls grinned. 



Breaking Up



Many thanks to Jenna for first editing and improving this story.

Special thanks to night_fall for showing me so many ways to make it much better. 

*

I saw her across the room and looked away immediately. She was staring at me.

That split second was enough to satisfy my curiosity. Yes, she was still a knockout. And, yes, she still dressed like a slut.

The year after we broke up, I healed, slowly. After that, I dated some really nice girls. None of the relationships worked out, but I'm still friends with all of them. Not Jezebel.

The reunion party wasn't a real five-year reunion, since the only classmates attending were those who never left town or, like me, had returned after graduating from college. A dozen of them thought it would be fun to get together, and they organized the whole thing. The hotel ballroom was packed with people talking and dancing to the music that was popular when we were in high school.

My guy friends and I were checking out the girls, and there was a good chance Jezebel might be among them. I knew she had come back to town, because I'd spotted her a few times. But I'd always moved quickly to make sure she hadn't noticed me.

"Hi Tommy."

I was embarrassed because I jumped when the voice came from the area of my right elbow.

"How have you been?" Jezebel asked, turning toward her.

"Fine," I said. "How have you been?"

"Terrific. You look great. You don't have to be afraid of me, Tommy. I won't bite."

"That's about the only thing you won't do," I said. I was trying to say it in a joking way, but my voice betrayed me.

"Are you still angry?" She sounded sincere, but I was sure she was toying with me.

"Only when I think about you," I said.

"I've changed a lot."

"It doesn't look like it."

"Oh, this? It's a costume. I came as the high school slut I used to be. But I don't wear stuff like this anymore."

"I wouldn't know."

"Yes you would. I've seen you looking at me a few times."

"How observant of you," I deadpanned. 

"Are you still the sweet, naïve boy who falls for evil bitches?"

"Are you asking if I'm still stupid enough to fall for someone like you? I hope not."

She ignored my answer and said, "I'd like to see you in my room later. Even though I don't drink like I used to, I rented a room in this hotel just in case I have a little too much. My girlfriends are all coming up, too. I'm sure you remember them."

"I sure do," I said. "And that's why I won't be at your party."

"Well, think about it. I brought along a couple of things to attach to my bed. It could be like old times." She laughed as she observed me trying to pretend I wasn't reacting to her words.

"I think you're taking me seriously," she said. "I told you I've changed, and if you come up, I'll prove it."

"No way, Jezebel," I said. "As you might have noticed, you still inspire a lot of emotions in me. But trust isn't one of them."

"Well, I'm sorry about that, but the night is young, and there's plenty of time to reconsider. See you later." She whirled around and walked away.

I tried to keep a poker face as I watched her move her butt as she walked. It was covered tightly with some kind of cloth that molded itself to her and magnified every bounce, flounce and jiggle. Around me, jaws were dropping. She was definitely the hottest girl in the room, and reveled in the attention she was receiving. The same old Jezebel, I thought.

**************************

She and I had both turned 18 the summer before our senior year. It wasn't until the following spring that we had started dating and having great sex, at least I thought we were. My friends had warned me about getting mixed up with her, but I didn't listen.

They had told that no boy interested her for long. While she was with them, things seemed to be great. When she got tired of them, she moved on quickly. The bad part was that before breaking up with a boyfriend, she enjoyed embarrassing and humiliating him in freaky ways.

When she stopped being nice to me, I figured I was about to be dumped. She was still great in bed, and sometimes she would apologize for being mean, so I, foolishly, stuck with her.

There was one thing I really liked about her . . . she was way ahead of me when it came to sex. She told me that she learned a lot from the Internet. But when I looked at porn, I never saw the things that she wanted to do. I liked the adventure of keeping up with her. When we tried something new and Jezebel really liked it, she became a crazy animal -- which always turned me on.

One night, I went over to her house and she told me that her family had gone to her younger brother's band competition and would be gone all weekend. She was home alone and wanted to try something that she had read about. It was called restraint.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"It means you're tied up, so I can do what I want to you," she replied.

"I don't think I'd like that."

"I thought of that," she said, "so I'm only going to tie up your arms. That way we can get the effect of restraint, but it won't be like you can't move at all."

"I don't know."

"Come on, Tommy. You like a lot of those things that I find on the Internet. Give it a try."

"Well, if you promise to untie me whenever I ask you to."

She didn't answer right away. "Okay," she said. "Here's what I promise. The second I hear you ask me to release you from the restraints, I will untie you."

"Okay, but I don't like this."

"Let's go to my parents' bedroom. They've got a huge bed." She took me by the hand and led me up the stairs. After closing the blinds, she turned on every light. I blinked because it was as bright as daylight. She began taking off her clothes and motioned for me to do the same. I slowly followed her lead while staring at her. The combination of her hot body and her obvious excitement made me hard by the time I was naked. She grabbed my dick and pumped it a few times while giggling.

"Lie down on your back," she said. "These are the restraints." They were made of cloth and Velcro strips. She fastened them to my wrists tightly, but they didn't hurt. Each restraint was attached to an adjustable wide plastic strap.

"You're going to be in the Viennese Oyster position," she said. "I thought of you as soon as I saw it because you are on the gymnastics team. Most guys couldn't do it, but you have the flexibility. So put your arms straight down your body."

I put my arms down on each side, but she moved my hands to my dick and wrapped them around it. She laughed at the sight of me holding my hard dick and then took the strap attached to my left hand and draped it down the bed between my legs. She did the same with the other strap, and the long straps were now lying parallel on the bed reaching almost to the foot.

"OK, now lift up both legs and bring them straight back. I'll guide them for you. Good, keep them coming back until your feet are behind your head. Can you cross your feet back there and lock them?"

I followed her instructions as she watched and nodded in approval. Then she took my hands off my penis and pulled them through the loop formed by my two legs that were stretched back behind my head.

She pulled my arms through past my elbows and then pulled them out over my thighs and placed them so that they were holding the backs of my thighs. Then she disappeared. I looked for her and saw the two belts attached to my wrists being pulled over the sides of the bed. She was under the bed pulling them.

I heard a click and then I saw her quickly crawl out and grab something from a chair next to the bed, move to my head and start pushing something big and rubbery at my mouth. I closed my mouth tightly and tried to move my head away, but it was held tightly between my lower legs. I tried to move my legs apart, but my hands holding my thighs prevented me. I tried to move my hands, and that's when I realized that she had connected the two belts under the bed, and they were holding my hands tightly locked around my legs.

"This is called a ball gag," said Jezebel as she pushed it at my mouth. "You're resisting, but I read about how to take care of that." She kept pushing with one hand while she took the thumb and index finger of her other and began pinching my nose. With my mouth closed and my nostrils blocked, I couldn't breathe, and eventually I had to open my mouth. When I did, she pushed the ball into it as I gasped for air. She released my nose and quickly wound the strap connected to the gag around my head, closed the clasp and tightened it. When I breathed in and out through the gag, the air went into a device that made a musical note, like a harmonica. Jezebel laughed while she watched me breathing and listened to my music.

After a few moments, she said, "I snapped the hand restraints together quickly under the bed in order to get to the ball gag in. But now I'm going to make some adjustments. One second."

She ducked under the bed again, and I felt a pulling. She was making the belts tighter and pulling my hands further out and up. This made the hands pull my legs back further and spread them apart. I felt my butt cheeks pulled open and a breeze on my ass. I looked up and saw Jezebel's mouth just above it. She was blowing on it. She lifted her head and looked at me and laughed again.

I tried to struggle for a moment, but it was useless. She had me completely helpless. I lay there disgusted with myself as much as I was angry with her. This was what I had been warned about. She was kissing me off and humiliating me at the same time. Then I heard the doorbell ring.

"Stay right there," said Jezebel. She laughed as she left the room and returned a few minutes later with her entourage. All five of them dressed and acted like Jezebel. I knew one of them from my advanced math class.

When they saw me, they screamed in delight and began talking a mile a minute. They wanted to know how Jezebel got me in that position, and why I didn't object.

"I promised him that if he asked me to release him, I would, but I don't hear him saying anything. Do you?"

What was she going to do now? Could they take photos? They had a million questions.

"Okay, girls," she finally announced in a loud voice. "You're here because you're my best friends, and I wanted to share my greatest achievement with you. You know I like to give my boyfriends a goodbye gift when we break up. Tommy's gift is one he's going to remember for the rest of his life, and so will we.

"I've only ever seen girls in this position online, but I thought it might work for boys, too. The idea is to make the girl totally open and vulnerable for whatever the guy wants to do to her. Her pussy is sticking out and wide open, and so is her ass. I've got some ideas already, and I'm sure you will think of some more. Let's write them all down and decide on the best ones. Tommy can anticipate the fun while we work on our list."

I heard nothing but giggling once they had retreated to the far end of the room. When I turned my head, I saw them gathered around Jezebel, who was writing on a pad and occasionally looking at me. When they returned, all of them were so excited that they could barely contain themselves.

"We're going to start by exploring the male sexual response," she said. "I'll show the girls how to use their hands and their mouths to get a man really worked up. You know how I get you all frustrated until you're dying to come and how you explode when I finally let you get off? I'll teach them my techniques, but then for fun, we're going to lift your legs further back and push your dick right into your mouth.

"That sounds difficult without your cooperation, but one of the girls will squeeze your nose again, and I'll plug the hole in the ball gag. When you are close to passing out, we'll pull the gag off. As you open your mouth to gasp for air, we'll can push your cock in and pull your legs back further to keep it from falling out.

"Then you're suck it, because we'll squeeze your balls until you do. When you start sucking, I'll lick your balls the way that drives you crazy, and when we see you're close, one of the girls will dip a finger into the lube jar here and push it slowly into your ass. You know what that always does to you. Your jism is going to explode into your mouth so hard that it will be coming out your nose while you're trying to swallow it to keep from choking. I know exactly how that feels.

"Part two will explore your other side. We're going to take turns putting things into your ass. I've brought along some different size dildos, and most of them vibrate, so we'll get you hard again.

"When the wider dildos open you up, the girls will start sticking fingers in. Then I'm going to get on top of you and rid you while they make love to your ass with their fingers. We watched some videos on the Internet carefully and we're going to try to each get a whole hand up your ass. It's called fisting. We'll be careful and go slow so you don't get hurt, except for the humiliation.

"Then you get to eat each of us out until we come. I know that won't take long. And finally you're going to eat out our assholes. None of us have ever experienced that, but we think it's probably the most disgusting and demeaning thing of all." I heard the girls making fake gagging sounds as she described this, but my gagging reaction was real.

"Then we'll clean you up and call it a night. In case I forget later on, I want to tell you right now that you've been the best boyfriend I've had up to now, and I really appreciate the fact that you aren't telling me to stop our party."

********************************

As Jezebel walked away, I thought about the ordeal I had gone through that night. I had stopped remembering the pain long ago, but the humiliation still came back to torture me, like it was doing right now. I felt my face turning red, and I was feeling a little dizzy as I walked out of the room and down the hall into the hotel lobby. I walked through the revolving door and halfway down the block. I stopped and bent over to place my hands on my knees as I breathed in the cold night air for a few minutes. Then I regained my composure and returned to the party.

What helped me calm down was thinking about what had happened after that night. Jezebel had moved on to another sucker, but her girlfriends had begun acting strangely. One by one, they sought me out and apologized for what they had done. But they didn't stop there. First, they hinted that they were available, and it progressed from there until they practically threw themselves at me. I was still too shaken up by Jezebel to respond to their invitations, but I finally got the courage to ask one of them why she and her friends were so interested in me

She hesitated but finally admitted that they had talked about it together. "We've all had sex with boyfriends," she said. "Sometimes it's good, and sometimes it isn't. But that night was the night we'll remember the rest of our lives. I know what we did was mean and sick. But the excitement level for us was so high that it was like outer space, and our orgasms felt like we were exploding from pleasure. It was all connected with you, and every time we think about you or see you, we get all tingly and wet, and we're sure that if you just touch us, we'll feel something similar to that night."

I wondered how the members of Jezebel's posse felt five years later. All but one was at the party. I asked each of them for a dance. As we danced and talked, I asked them what they had been doing and told them what I had been doing. I didn't mention anything about that night or about sex. They all told me they graduated from college and had good jobs and great boyfriends. And they all repeated that they were sorry about what they had done to me.

A few of the dances were slow, and by the time the song was over, their bodies were molded to mine, and I had been groped thoroughly in the front and in the back. The conversations all ended the same way. They were all ready to cheat on their boyfriends if I would call them. I didn't ask for them, but within an hour, each had put a scrap of paper with her phone number into one of my pockets.

Jezebel got involved, too. Three of the girls sort of clung to me, and I ended up dancing a second dance with them. Each time, Jezebel cut in, and the girl reluctantly walked off. Jezebel didn't say a word until the dance ended. When it did, she said, "Thank you." And she walked off.

I had finished my investigation and was feeling good about myself as I talked to other old classmates. The party was in full swing, and I decided I was happy that I had come. Then Jezebel interrupted a conversation. "I'm sorry," she said, sweetly, to the girl I was talking to. "I need to tell Tommy something urgent." She took my hand and pulled me off to an empty space.

"I'm getting tired of this," she said. "I'm going up to my room now, and I'd like you to come with me."

"I'm not doing that," I said quietly.

"What are you afraid of?" she asked. "Am I going to overpower you?"

"You and your friends have your ways," I said.

"Don't you remember? You had no idea that I could restrain your legs at the same time that I was tying up your arms. And I surprised you with the ball gag. We couldn't use force on you because none of us is that strong. That's why I had to trick you."

"Thanks for reminding me about devious you are," I said.

"Were," she said. "So you think I will trick you again. You think I'm the spider woman who will get you in my web and destroy you. You're still the timid high school jock. I thought you had changed. You seemed to have more confidence, but I guess it was all a show. You are still afraid of me."

"No, I'm not," I said.

"Actions speak louder than words. You're afraid to come with me, and you know it. You still haven't gotten over that night, and now you'll remember this night as well because I've humiliated you all over again."

"Let's go," I said as I grabbed her hand roughly.

She let me pull her to the elevator. When we were inside, all she said was, "1410."

She opened her door; I followed her in and looked around the room. But all I saw was a large bed.

"Where are the others?" I asked.

"I lied," she said. "This is a private party, just the two of us." She was behind me, and I saw her open the door and slip the do-not-disturb sign over the outside handle before closing it again. Despite my bravado, I was starting to feel queasy inside. What was I doing here?

She walked to the bed, picked something up and held it out to me. "Remember these," she said. "I told you that I brought them along."

"You also told me that you had changed," I said. I saw her start pulling a zipper on the dress she was almost falling out of.

"Did you ever wonder what you looked like when you were lying there helpless?" Jezebel dropped the zipper for an instant to push her beautiful hair away from her face and then shake it. I must have seen that movement a hundred times, and it always got me excited. Of course, she knew that. She was playing with me like she was playing with the zipper on the side of her dress.

"With your feet behind your head and your arms locked around your thighs and your ass way up in the air and spread wide open." She slowly pulled down the zipper to reveal flame-colored matching underwear.

Her bra came off, and then she stepped out of her panties. Naked, she was even hotter than she had been in high school. And I was fully clothed, standing there like a statue.

She lay down in the middle of the bed on her back. "Look," she said. "I've been taking yoga." I watched as she pulled her legs up and locked her feet behind her head. Then she pulled her arms over her legs behind the knees and dropped them to the bed.

"Put the restraints on my wrists," she said. And like a zombie, I obeyed her. "Now get under the bed and connect the two straps and pull them tight. That's it. Now come closer and take a look. This is what you looked like, except you had a penis, and I have a vagina. Do you like what you see?"




Breaking Up



I didn't answer, and I don't think she expected me to, because she kept on talking.

"Do you see how vulnerable I am?" she asked. "You could do anything you want to me, and there's nothing I could do about it in this locked-down position. Of course, I could yell, but you could put the ball gag into my mouth."

What is she talking about? I thought. Has she gone insane? I stared at her a while, and she looked at me expectantly. Then I snapped out of my trance and a surge of anger came over me. "What are you trying to pull?" I said. "Are you trying to set me up on a rape charge? Are you recording this?"

"Not yet," she said, "but look over there and over here. Those video cameras are synchronized and all set to start as soon as you press the red button on the nightstand."

My anger disappeared as suddenly as it had arrived. Once again, I stood there frozen. After a short pause, she began talking again.

"I know all your buddies are down there at the party," she said. "You could bring them all up here, and I couldn't do anything about it. I'll bet some of them remember me, and would love to see me like this. And some of them might even want to do some things to me. My pussy and asshole are spread wide open, and I couldn't stop them from doing anything they wanted and recording it all on video."

"Shut up!" I shouted, scaring myself. I lowered my voice. "I think I get it. You want to bring me down to your level. You want to turn me into a pervert like you are. That may get you off, but you're right about me not being the same boy I was in high school. I'm going to take off those restraints and get the hell out of here. You can find another sicko for your weird games."

"Don't you try that, Tommy, or I'll scream," she said. "Someone could hear me and get the hotel security to come up here, and then it's your word against mine. You'd better do what I say and stand right there and look at me until I finish what I have to say.

She took a deep breath and because she was so pushed into herself, her entire body seemed to shimmer. The obscene position made her almost seem not human, more like an inflated plastic sex doll ready for her holes to be filled.

"I came to this party for only one reason, and that was you, Tommy. I didn't tell anyone that I got this room, not even my girlfriends. I knew that it would take something unusual for you to ever be alone in a room with me again, and that whatever it took, I would do it.

"After I humiliated and dumped you, I hooked up with four other guys before I realized that you were better than any of them and probably better than any other guy I would ever meet. I had already grown up before the last two guys, and I was actually nice to them when we broke up.

"I didn't waste time blaming myself for what happened. It was just bad timing that I got involved with you when I was a screwed-up high school sex fiend. I had to find a way to get close enough to you to tell you that I love you, but I couldn't think of anything. Then some friends told me about the reunion party. I joined the committee to make sure it happened.

"I decided that you needed to degrade and humiliate me as much as I did you. That's what tonight is all about. You will vent your anger on me in any way you want. You may need to use the gag, because I can't promise you I won't scream as you hurt and mortify me. I'll hate every second of it -- just like you did -- but when you walk out of this hotel room, I want you satisfied that you've been repaid for everything I did to you.

"I know there are no guarantees, but I hope that after you get your revenge tonight, you'll give me a chance to prove that I am a different girl, one who loves you with all her heart and who will be devoted to you for the rest of her life."

"Are you finally finished?" I asked.

"Yes," she said with a sniff. She had begun crying toward the end of her speech. "Now you can go downstairs and get your friends."

"Listen to me," I said. "I could never do to you what you did to me. I'm insulted and disgusted that you would even think I was capable of that. Now don't give me any trouble."

She was sobbing loudly as I took off the restraints. I went over to a chair and sat down. My head was reeling. She had won again. She had totally messed with my mind, and I was thinking thoughts that I should never have been thinking.

I saw her lift her hands to her face for a moment to wipe away her tears. She was now lying stretched out on her back, with her face turned to me.

"You can get dressed now," I said. "I'm not going to humiliate you."

"Thanks," she said with a wet sniff, but she didn't move. She looked at me, and a smile broke through her tears. That was the moment she knew that I was in her power again, like I had been in high school, like I would probably be for the rest of my life. Her smile started out as a happy smile, but it soon became a mischievous smile with a hint of lasciviousness.

"I've been practicing the Viennese Oyster for months," she said. "You know, it's not only for degrading people. They say it's great for deep penetration when we're trying for children. If you don't want to bring your friends up here and humiliate me, maybe you can think of something else to do so my yoga practice hasn't been a total waste . . ." With that, her legs and arms went flying so fast that I hardly saw them move. In an instant, she was back in that obscene oyster arrangement.

I sat in the chair watched her breathing and staring at me for a minute. I stood up and began to remove my clothes.



Breaking Up From Behind



An "Audrey and Lawrence" Story



Somehow, it was easy. We'd had our break-ups in the past, and they were always tortured, so I figured this one would be the same. It wasn't. I expected tears from him, tears from me, and then the shouting and the melodrama, but no. As I said, it was easy.

"We can't keep doing this," I said simply. "I can't."

"It's not fair to you," he agreed.

"It isn't real. There's no validity to this relationship. As long as you're married, we can never be together the way I'd like."

"And I'll always be married," he said.

"But never to me."

The key to a successful break-up, I realized, was in both parties coming to terms with the end of the relationship before sitting down to the conversation. We'd both reached our respective terminus points, and we were both ready to say goodbye. That's what made it easy.

"Before you leave," I said, sitting on my bed, "it would be nice to try any of those sexual things we've never done before. We might not get another chance."

"What sexual things?" he asked, always the innocent. 

I don't know why I felt embarrassed saying it. "I've always wondered about anal."

Was it really so taboo? No, it wasn't. Not anymore. And yet, Lawrence shook his head side to side. "I don't think that's a good idea."

The familiar desire of the femme fatale coursed through my veins. I saw an image of myself grabbing Lawrence and scowling, You're going to fuck my ass and you're going to like it! I suppressed the impulse. 

"Not a good idea?" I asked simply.

"I'm afraid I might hurt you," he replied, all concern. "The last thing I want to do is to hurt you."

When he placed his hand on my thigh, I ground my teeth together. There was something in his tone that made me feel like he was talking to a child. Nothing angered me more, and this tone of his made me all the happier he would be leaving soon. At the same time, I was all the more driven to achieve my goal prior to his departure.

"I don't know what you're thinking of," I chuckled. "How could you hurt me? It's just sex."

"No, it's different," he explained without explaining. He seemed to search his mind for the proper words to use. "It's not the same as vaginal sex."

Lawrence's use of clinical terminology made me feel like a patient rather than a lover. As much as I tried to push her deep down inside me, my inner femme fatale came surging forth. Taking Lawrence by the shoulders, she pinned him down on the bed and kissed his puzzled lips. 

I realized I was the one provoking this action, but it seemed somehow outside me. Certainly, I didn't want to act that way. It seemed almost as though I had no say in the matter as the seductive woman who was me stripped off his clothing and sucked his cock. That, he wouldn't have complained about in a million years. In no time, he was hard as a twenty-year-old boy and I couldn't wait to get his cock in my ass whether he liked it or not.

Reaching into my night table, I pulling out all the tools of the anal sex trade: heavy-duty lube, a condom, and a vibrator for the enjoyment of my lovely little clit. When I tore out of my silk negligee, Lawrence's eyes glazed over. Good. He was more malleable in that state. I hopped on top of him and straight away sunk my wet pussy down on his cock. He groaned, rolling his head back and forth on the bed. That cock was a good size after I'd sucked it, and I was half tempted to ride it into the sunset. But no. I had to stick to the plan.

Turning on my powerful vibe, I pressed it against my clit and my whole body went into spasm. I could see in Lawrence's blissful expression how hard my tremulous pussy muscles were working his cock. Perfect opportunity! Bouncing on his belly with wild abandon, I rubbed my bud with the vibe. I could hardly imagine any greater joy, but I released his cock nonetheless and worked it with my hand. He gurgled and writhed like a puppy getting his tummy scratched as I drew a condom down over his desperate cock.

"What's that?" he asked, his body stiffening up. He chuckled nervously and said, "You don't trust me anymore?" 

I wasn't sure I'd ever actually asked myself that question. Did I trust him? A lot of little things raced through my mind. Details. I did trust him...at one time. In any case, the condom wasn't about trust. "Don't get your panties in a wad," I told him. "I just don't want you filling my ass with jizz."

Lawrence made a face. "Oh, I wish you wouldn't use words like that."

"What, jizz or ass?"

"Either." He watched with budding curiosity as I slathered his cockhead with lube. "What are you doing?"

I didn't really answer the question. I only said, "You could help me out, you know." He didn't react negatively. He didn't react at all, so I pumped a good lot of lube on his fingers and placed them right between my cheeks. When I set the vibe flush against my clit, my whole body seized at the sensation. Lawrence tickled my asshole, dripping lube all over as I writhed against the vibe. 

"I love how happy that makes you," he said, easing a finger up into my hole. My assring locked on him as I slide the vibe across my hot little bud. As I rode his finger, I reached backwards to pump his cock. While I was at it, I gave his balls a taste of the vibe and watched him melt into a puddle of lust. I wanted his meat to be good and sturdy, because I could tell my ass was ready to take it in. 

Getting a good grip on Lawrence's shaft, I eased myself lower until his sheathed cockhead pressed right up against my asshole. When I looked down into his expectant eyes, every muscle in my body tightened. Merde! I didn't want to prove him right. I didn't want it to hurt, but I knew that meant loosening up. As much as he seemed to enjoy my vibe, I needed it back. When I tapped its buzzing tip against my clit, it felt like a bolt of lightening running straight through me. My ass opened like a flower and I thrust my clit against my vibrating vixen before I even realized that I had his whole cockhead inside me.

"See?" I said like a silly child. "I told you it wouldn't hurt."

Lawrence grinned. Propping himself up on one elbow, he leaned forward to grab my tits. I growled at the pleasure of it, letting his cock pop out of my ass, then lowering myself back down on it. Again, I felt my hole open up to let him in. His tip mushroomed inside me. It felt huge until I'd swallowed it completely, and then I felt like the best thing to do was pop it out and swallow it up all over again. When he rolled my nipple between his thumb and index finger, I stroked my clit even harder with the vibe and started—very slowly—to ride his cock. As I rocked my ass, letting his cock get deeper inside me, I realized shallow was better. 

Popping him out one last time, I took in only the tip. When his cock was in my ass for good, I pressed the vibe down in my pussy lip, right next to my clit. I just held it there. I didn't have to move, except to grab the breast Lawrence wasn't squeezing. My muscles were doing all the work for me. The pressure inside me built as my ass and pussy muscles all spasmed. The vibrations tremored far past my pussy. They shook me right down my thighs and down to my toes, then up my belly and into neck. 

My intensely focused pleasure simmered as I held that pose, vibe on clit, hand on tit, cock in ass, until it boiled over all at once and I jumped away from everything. Really. I sprang from Lawrence lap, curling up in fetal position with my thighs wrapped around my toy. 

Really, it was all about the vibrations. Everything else was peripheral. Even Lawrence himself was secondary, I realized. I could get off without him. All I needed was a sex store gadget and two AA batteries. That's when it hit me full-on that I could have a perfectly satisfying sex life without Lawrence. The thought made me a little sad, but mostly, it was freeing. 

I held my vibe against my clit, rocking my hips to get off on it again and again. "Ah putain de merde, ça fait du bon! Donne-le-moi, donne-le-moi, donne-le-moi!" Lawrence must have thought I was having a seizure or something, because he tried to put his arms around me. "Non, va t'ens!" I kicked him away until I couldn't feel even the heat of his body behind me anymore. As I stroked on my toy, I had to close my eyes. The sensation was so mind-blowing, I was sure my eyeballs would pop out of their sockets if I kept them open. 

Flipping onto my back, I lifted my hips to the sky and scoured my clit with the vibe as fast as my hand would let me. "Calisse de Crisse, donne-le-moi!" My whole body hopped against the mattress. I couldn't keep quiet. I just kept, writhing, rubbing with both hands on the sex toy, shouting and cursing, "Tabernac, ça me plait. Tabernac!" 

I couldn't bear it any longer. I couldn't take any more. The vibe fell from my hands, landing beside me on the bed. I lay there listening to the toy's bee-like hum until my muscles stopped trying to jump out of my skin. When I reached around to turn it off, it occurred to me that something was missing. Lawrence. 

I opened my eyes, but he wasn't in bed. He'd gone from the room. I considered exploring the rest of my apartment, but I knew it would be a good five minutes before my legs returned to good working order. And, anyway, I'd thrown his clothes on the floor when I stripped him, and they weren't there anymore. He was gone. Yes, he must have left; his copy of my apartment key was sitting on my night table. He was gone for good.

I didn't try moving. Why bother? There was no man's chest to cuddle against, no man's fingers to catch in my hair, no man to shower with accolades. "Oh, baby, that was incredible. You, my darling man, are the biggest, the best, the sexiest, most potent lover ever to grace my bedroom with his presence! I hope we will be together throughout eternity."

It was all such utter bullshit. 

Tunneling beneath my covers, I stretched my body out in the bountiful land of my bed. I guess I hadn't realized just how ready I was for Lawrence to go, but it felt so good to have my life to myself. With him gone, I could breathe new air. I wasn't trapped in the garb of the seductress I'd always worn with him. It was fun to dress up in that persona when I was younger, but the act had gotten old and the femme fatale costume was tearing at the seams. I had my vibrator. I'd be fine on my own. 

-The End-






Breaking Up is Hard



I've never paid much attention to clichés, such as "breaking up is hard to do." Maybe I should have.

When I was a sophomore in a local university I was dating a guy, his name was Evan, who was handsome and smart but had two big drawbacks. The first, and worst for a "wild child" like me, was that he was a bore when it came to sex. No imagination, no playfulness, no experimentation, nothing the least bit kinky.

The second was that he seemed to prefer the company of his three male "best buddies" to mine. Not that he or they were gay, or anything, but they liked to do guy things together. It wasn't that I didn't like his friends. They were cute and polite; I guess I was just jealous of the time he spent with them. I asked him why they didn't have steady girlfriends themselves and he always gave me the same answer: "They haven't found anyone that is as awesome as you are, Jill, and they're not settling for anything less." I didn't really believe it but of course I liked hearing it.

Anyway, I had told Evan a number of times that he needed to get more "into" it during sex and gave him not-too-subtle hints about things that he could do to me, and even directed him to some racy websites, but without much success. I was bored.

We went to a football game one Saturday and then back to his apartment. As we were having a drink I was contemplating exactly how I was going to break it off with him that night without having to tell him that it was because he was way too lackluster sexually. As my mind was mulling that over trying to find the right words out of the corner of my eye I noticed that he seemed to be fiddling around with something on the other side of the coffee table.

"What are you doing, Evan?" I naively asked.

"Well, Jill, there is something I need to reattach to this side of the coffee table and I'm not having much luck. Can you help?"

"I guess; what should I do?"

"I know that this is weird but I think it will put you in the best position to help; could you kneel d

own on that side of the table and reach over and I'll show you what I want you to hold."

"Will you get me another drink as soon as I complete this weird task?"

"Whatever you want Jill."

So I got on my knees, reached over the table, felt something going onto each wrist, and then heard two "clicks." I tried to pull my hands back but with no luck. From what I could tell each wrist was cuffed with fur-lined handcuffs to a leg of the table. "What the hell is this?" I asked, surprised and perturbed.

"I thought we would spend a different type of 'quality time' together tonight. I hate to be a boring guy; maybe I learned some things from the websites you told me about."

Suddenly my demeanor changed. Let me see how this plays out, I said to myself. "Oh yeah?" was all that I said out loud with a half-sneer, half-smile on my face.

"Just so that I'm not unduly influenced by you, let's start with this," Evan said, pulling a ball gag from a cloth grocery bag that suddenly appeared from under the table. Before I could do anything more than give out a weak scream he had it in my mouth, and that was the last I could talk for about an hour.

As I was cuffed, kneeling, speechless, and helpless, Evan walked around back of me. Despite my attempts to keep my legs together and wiggle around to prevent it he easily removed my panties from under my skirt, undid my belt, and removed my skirt. Cackling the entire time he then pulled my top over my head until it reached my cuffed wrists, then undid my strapless bra and tossed it to the side. My muffled squeals seemed to encourage him rather than deter him.

After getting me naked he pulled some panty hose out of a package, took out a scissors, and cut them in half. He used each half to tie my thighs to the other two legs of the coffee table, with my pussy exposed.

Smiling, the asshole then removed a small bullet vibrator from his "grocery" bag. He held the vibrator up, testing all of its speeds, and making comments like, "I wonder what it would feel like at this level, hmm." As I watched wide eyed he turned it on max speed, crawled behind me, and tucked it neatly into my pussy. 

I tried hard to push the vibrator out, contracting my pc and every other muscle I could try and control, but before I could eject it he took a can of whipped cream and inserted the tip inside my vagina and squeezed until I was stuffed. I heard him laughing as I watched him use duct tape to seal me shut. Then he ran a long piece of the tape down my trimmed landing strip, patted it down nice and softly, then ripped it off in a quick motion. I thrust my hips upward but I was stopped by my bonds. 

I couldn't be sure whether I loved or hated what he was doing. He certainly had gotten my attention, especially the attention of my pussy.

As I lay across the table with my eyes half-glazed Evan removed a medium sized butt plug from his little bag of tricks. He rammed it in and out of my ass a few times as I felt my face get flushed, and I'm sure it got scarlet red from my attempts at calling for help, muffled by the gag. 

Evan looked coyly at me as tear droplets start to form in the corner of my eyes. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" I shook my head "no," then "yes," then "no" again, and then "yes again as I looked longingly at a bottle of lube which had fallen out of his bag. 

"Oops," he said. Holding the lube tube up he said "You don't need this, do you? Certainly you don't need it for this little string of beads, do you?"

How much shit does he have in that goddam bag? I said to myself as Evan dangled a link of anal beads in one hand, smilingly kissed each of them, but did relent and applied the lube to the first two beads and then went behind me again. He guided the link of anal beads into my anus until my butt-cheeks clapped around the ring. I whimpered from the exploding mixture of anal pain and pleasure. 

Then Evan stood up, walked in front of me, gave me a kiss on the forehead and said "Now that you're comfortable I need to run an errand. I'll be back for more activities soon."

With that he got up and actually went out the door.

There I was, both holes filled, and that goddamn little bullet vibe relentlessly energizing my poor little cunt. Will my little kitty ever be the same? I asked myself as I squirmed in my restraints for what had to be a good hour. 

When Evan finally came back my whole body was shaking uncontrollably from both pain and pleasure. "How you doing, Hon?" Evan rhetorically asked as I looked at him with glassy eyes. 

Evan then took my gag off as I let out a huge sigh of relief, followed immediately by a sob of mixed emotions. Evan then slowly peeled away the weakened duct tape holding the vibe in place. I could feel the heat emanating from my crotch as if it was on fire. The adhesive had slowly become weaker as my fluids were finding every small crevice to escape. When the tape slowly revealed my slit, the gushing of the contained fluids pushed the last clinging corner off. I could feel, and Evan remarked about, the mixture of the whipped cream, my own bodily nectars, and sweat that was squirting out of my pussy as I let out a loud and long "unnnnngggghhh." 

After doing some controlled breathing I regained my composure and breathed a sigh of relief. That is I was relieved until I realized that Evan was still standing over me with crossed arms and a deadly smile forming in the corner of his mouth. He grabbed the ring of the anal beads still tucked in my ass and gave them a small tug, forcing the beads to come out, one at a time in a slow though pleasurable pace. I groaned and squirted instantaneously in a near vertical stream. With each successive bead, the jet got more and more intense as I arched my back more and more until my Skeen's gland had completely emptied.

Finally, I don't know how long it was, all remnants of pain were gone and only an ethereal pleasure remained. I felt Evan untie the pantyhose restraining my thighs, and unlock the fur line handcuffs. He then laid me on a comforter on the living area floor and sucked and massaged my breasts and thighs. That really felt good. Then he started licking my clitoris. I grabbed his hair and moaned until in response to his tongue on my clit and his fingers on my nipples I orgasmed.

I was virtually comatose; "virtually," not completely, because I saw Evan undress. His cock sprung out of his boxers like a jack-in-the-box. He had a hard time pulling his boxers over his cock but finally did. I don't know if it was just my state of mind but it seemed like his cock was bigger and harder than I had ever seen it, like a piece of steel.

As Evan lay next to me and planted kisses on my face he asked, "Well Kinky-Jill, how do you like the evening so far."

"Both the best and worst of my life," I replied, maybe slightly exaggerating but basically telling the truth.

"It's gonna get better and/or worse," Evan replied with a truly devilish grin. Then he lay flat, rolled me on top of him, and slowly wiggled his cock up my channel.

Wow that felt good as he slowly lifted my hips up and down and twisted his flagpole in my pussy. I was too lethargic to provide any body movement myself but my nerve endings and mind were getting sharper by the minute and I was really feeling good.

As I was enjoying my interior "massage" I thought I heard the apartment door open and then close twenty or thirty seconds later, but I wasn't sure because all I was concentrating on was my own pleasure. 

My head snapped backward when I felt a gel coming in contact with my asshole; it couldn't be Evan because I felt all of his fingers on my hips and ass. As I said "What the fuck?" Evan pulled me tight against his body and said "enjoy it."

I would have protested but whoever was lubing my asshole was being gentle and when he inserted into my asshole and then withdrew, one finger, then two, I was enjoying it especially since my pussy was filled up with Evan's hard cock.

Suddenly the finger action stopped and after a pause I felt the lubricated helmet of a dick slowly being worked into my asshole. Evan stopped moving until the dick was completely buried. I thought for sure that I was about to split, but to my surprise it felt great when the dick started pumping in and out of my asshole.

Both Evan and I were just lying there and groaning when the dick pumping in my second hole started squirting a monster load up my ass as its owner was grunting like a troll. Shit, I almost passed out. After thoroughly washing my intestine the dick pulled out, and Evan started pumping again while he continued to hold me tight. I figured out why when I felt another, larger, lubricated helmet working its way into my asshole.

The second dick was not only larger than the first one but it was moving faster in my asshole. Since my ass was now very well lubricated with the jism from the first cock there was little friction. With two dicks in me I felt very tight, but also felt so good. Then suddenly the second dick-owner was grunting like a pig and another enormous gob of cum was being jettisoned into my asshole.

When the second dick pulled out of my asshole I was wiped out. Evan sure wasn't because as soon as the second dick was removed he started pumping like an oil derrick. That is until I heard another male voice say, "Slow down for a second, man." I could tell that Evan didn't like it, but he slowed almost to a stop.

As I lay there sweating I knew what was coming next. Evan had three "best buddies" and I had gotten only two dicks rammed up my ass so far; I knew the third couldn't be far behind. What I didn't know is that the third dick would be even bigger than the second one.

Despite the well lubricated nature of my asshole the third dick was so big it really had trouble burying itself. It eventually bottomed out and when it did the two cocks filling me up started in-sync movements. When Evan's cock was being pushed up my pussy the big dick in my asshole was being pulled out, and vice-versa. Both guys increased their pace until I thought I couldn't take it anymore. Just then both guys exploded into me at the same time. I never had my nerve endings energized more in my life. I enjoyed it immensely -- that is until I blacked out.

I woke up the next morning with my pussy and asshole as sore as they had ever been, and with Evan kissing me and pinching my ass. "How about some breakfast my little fuck toy?"

I guess breaking up is "hard!"



Breaking Up (Online or Not)



 How to Break-Up (Online or Otherwise)

In the last year, I have watched the fallout from a number of relationships and break-ups take over the bulletin boards. These problems have caused hurt feelings, have ended friendships, and have come to involve dozens of people (through bulletin boards, email, and other electronica) who have no personal stake in the outcome. The emotional devastation these poorly handled situations bring is totally unnecessary, and prompted the following. 

The following is not scientific fact: it is based on my own observations, the experiences of my friends (male and female; straight, gay, and bi) and family, and a lot of tired, commercial popular psychology. That doesn't, however, mean that it's bad advice.

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1. Do it in person. If this is an online relationship, it may not be possible. That doesn't give you an excuse to send a Dear John/Jane e-mail. Get as close to in-person as you can, given the limitations of space and time. Call on the phone if you must, go over if you can. But NEVER break up with an answering machine, an e-mail account, or a public forum. You and your ex both deserve better: if this relationship ever meant anything to you, it needs closure. If it didn't, you have no right to take that out on them by treating them callously; it's not your ex's fault that you don't love them anymore. You are not "off the hook," you still have to treat them like a real person, with actual feelings. 

2. Be honest, and do it before you're so upset that you can't be reasonable. If you're having problems, that doesn't necessarily mean that your partner knows about them or understands what they can do to help. Take the time to let them know what's bothering you. If your partner really cares about you, chances are some compromise can be reached, or they will at least try to address the behaviors that make you crazy. If it's unsalvagable, at least show them enough respect to end things finally, and with dignity. Don't say you want to be "friends" if what you really mean is "drop dead, you jerk." There's a big difference between letting someone down easy and leaving them hanging, emotionally manipulating them to serve your own ego needs. Be clear, concise, and as reasonable and respectful as possible. This isn't easy for anyone, and your ex deserves, at minimum, as much truth as you can give without being brutal and/or hurtful.

3. Your (ex)partner is not a mind-reader, and neither are you. Don't think that they will automatically know what you want or need, or how you would like to handle the break-up. Do you need some time apart before you can face each other and perhaps build a new friendship? Tell them so, it will impact both of your social worlds, who you hang out with, etc. Do you think it's totally unfair and passive-aggressive that she wants to keep the book she gave you for Valentine's Day? Does he insist that you stop being friends with his buddy's girlfriend? They might be doing it for purely sentimental reasons, they might really be evil, but the point is you don't know,  so it's unfair to assume that your worst suspicions are accurate. If you cared about and trusted them enough to be in a relationship, give them the benefit of the doubt, even if they've betrayed your trust and you're bitter. This is not easy to do, but it WILL help in the long-run. You will solve nothing by assuming the worst and treating them badly based on those unproven beliefs.

4. Keep private things private. Even if your ex has hurt you immeasurably, that doesn't give you a right to behave badly. If he said things to you in confidence while you were together, don't spread them around. If she was upset about your breakup and sent you an overwrought e-mail, don't forward it to everyone in your address book. This goes double for sex.  I don't care if she liked to have sex in front of a full audience at the opera, or if he screamed "Mommy" when he came--it's fair to assume that only the people involved in the actual sex have any right to talk about it. This might be unnecessary if they're particularly open about their sexuality, but if you're going to be wrong, err on the side of caution and respect for privacy. If you had sex in front of a hundred tourists, that doesn't give you the right to send the video to his pastor. 

It's a difficult and dangerous world, and anyone who trusts you enough to share themselves with you in the most intimate ways deserves for you to respect that trust. Often people violate this when they feel sexually betrayed, by a cheater or by being dropped for someone else. Being cheated on is emotionally devastating, but it's a different kind of betrayal than spreading someone's secrets to a wide audience, and this is not a fitting response: making public the private sexual events of your relationship can have serious consequences for you both, economic, financial, social, and even legal problems that neither of you deserves. Not to mention, spreading stories about your sexual escapades together makes you look like a braggart at best, and a lying hypocrite at worst. 

5. Don't hijack the kids. Any children that you share responsibility for (through birth, marriage, adoption, foster care, etc.) will be attached to you both. Just because you think he's a lying, cheating ass doesn't mean that your children are obligated to think the same, or that they don't still love him. Even if she's the no-good bitch who screwed your boss, she's their mother, and it's unfair to ask them to take your side. They love and need you both. Your break-up will be hard enough on them, don't compound their struggles by asking them to choose between you, or pass judgment on either parent. Because they treated you badly doesn't mean that they're bad for the kids, one has very little to do with the other. If you're really not sure of their judgment or parenting abilities, be an active parent. By all means, make sure that your children spend their time with your ex in a safe, healthy, supportive and supervised environment. But don't interrogate your kids or accuse your ex of misconduct in an attempt to gain emotional leverage; you will only end up looking mean spirited and spiteful. As your children grow up, they'll make their own decisions and pass their own judgments. Be a role model, and provide them with the skills they'll need to make those judgments, but don't try to force them into taking your side in disputes with your ex. The emotional damage accumulates, and you can't take it back. 

6. Be fair to your friends. Your friends have a different experience than you do, they will have different responses to your break-up. The surest way to lose friends at the end of a relationship is to demand that they "choose" one of you, right now. Even if they think you've been wronged, they haven't been, and it's perfectly reasonable for them to make decisions about their own social lives based on their own experiences. If the ex is really a jerk, be a good friend and warn them. But leave it at that. Your actual friends will consider the evidence. If you trust their judgment, trust that they'll hear you, and will ultimately adjust their perceptions accordingly. But don't put them in the middle, they're already feeling the strain. You didn't always think that your ex was a jerk, did you? Your side of the story isn't the only one, and friends will have the chance to hear both sides, making their experience very difference from yours. In all likelihood, both you and your ex are right in some ways and wrong in others, but your emotional involvement keeps your from seeing it. You can ask your friends to love and support you, but you can't ask for them to be you. Accept that their life is different. Finally, don't make things harder by asking your friends to endlessly analyze it for or with you. 

7. If it's over, let it end. Don't flaunt your new relationship in front of him at every party. Don't call her when you get drunk, to rehash all your problems with her or call her names. If it's really over, then let both of you move forward with your lives. If you have no interest in each other, then act like it. If you really hate them, you need to examine yourself: there's a fine line between love and hate, both are enormous investments. Do you really hate this person, or do you just have bad feelings? Can you ever be friends? If you can, then give it time, and don't say anything you'll regret later. If you really hate them, why would you keep interacting with them? You're free, stop holding yourself back by beating a dead horse. There are few things more pathetic than people who broke up years ago who still waste their time spewing bitterness about each other; think of all the time you're wasting that you could be spending reading Literotica stories instead! 

8. Take some time. Even if it's been ending for months, and you're desperate to get back out there and date (not to mention get laid), you probably won't be emotionally ready for a relationship for a while. In the meantime, be honest with anyone you go out with. Plenty of people will be willing to have sex with you for the physical pleasure, not looking for a lasting committment; don't lead them on if you aren't ready for more than that. Rebound relationships are a nice salve to the ego, but they're horribly unfair to that rebound man or woman. The rest of the world is not there to help you get over your ex, and you have no right to expect that they will. All you can hope for is honesty, and to meet someone who has similar needs and desires for now. The rest will develop if and when you're ready, and not a moment sooner, no matter how much you try to force the issue.

9. Revenge makes everyone look bad. Sure, you can bring pain into your ex's life. You might even be able to expose them for the asshole you know them to be. But doing it will put you in the awkward position, not them. They'll look victimized and gain sympathy, and you'll end up looking somewhere between mean and psychotic. If they cheated on you and you can't get over it, leave. Don't send the pictures you took of him in panties to his commanding officer, period. If he hit you, call the police and prosecute, don't run over his cat.

That doesn't mean that you have no right to assert yourself and declaim what they've done to you; just remember that revenge and justice are different things. Make sure that your actions are carefully considered, and not driven by hurt feelings and ego-deflation. Use your head, your best judgement, and the official mechanisms of justice when necessary. Why would you give anyone so much power over you that they dictate your feelings and actions even after they're gone? This is a sure-fire loser plan. And you aren't a loser, I can tell.

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