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Rachel's Revenge

By: Capt. Chaos



"...And hurry up with that coffee, Rachel". 

"Yes, Mr Allcock.

I closed the door, seething. That man was going to get his comeuppance one day. He treated me like a servant rather than a pretty good secretary, and he was always worse when he had meetings with other male members of staff. It was like a power thing, he could say and do as he liked, knowing I wouldn't say anything in front of his colleagues. I needed my job, and he knew it. He was just a bully.

I made the coffee and took it back into the office. I placed the tray on the desk and made to leave.

"Hang on Rachel, aren't you going to pour it out for us, we need a good woman sometimes you know. We're all handless when it comes to pouring drinks and things, and you do it so daintily"

Guffaws all round. The male animal at his worst. The herd instinct, 5 men, all smirking as I poured the coffee and handed out the cups. Not one said thank you, all of them were lost in thought about some big business decision. Either that or trying to look down my blouse.

I left again. Demeaning, that's what it was, demeaning and degrading. I'd get my own back one-day.

I sat at my desk in the outer office. I had a stack of typing and filing to do, without making the flight and hotel reservations for him the following week in Las Vegas. I dreamed a little, it must be lovely to just float off from England in a cold January to a love warm exciting place like Vegas. 

Mentally shrugging my shoulders I got down to some work. Shortly afterward the meeting broke up. There were handshakes all round and the usual sort of bullshit business talk as the men left. His red light went out. I ask you! He had to have a little red "Do not Disturb" light outside his office. I'd often wondered about that. How come the red light would come on at lunchtime when he was alone in there?

Sighing, I went on with my work. The morning drifted by as most of them do, in a mental haze. I worked nowadays like an automaton, mechanically sifting and sorting papers, filing and answering the phone, while that slug seemed to just revel in making me feel small. Lunch break came and I met my friend Jackie for our lunch together. We wandered through the park, idly chatting of this and that, before sitting in our usual place by the pond. Ducks waddled hopefully toward us as we opened our lunch boxes. I always gave them a few crumbs and they seemed to recognise us now.

I sighed, "You know that Richard Allcock is an absolute pain to work for, I'm getting to loathe coming to work".

Jackie looked at me, "Why?"

"Well, he's always throwing his weight around, almost like showing off in front of some of the other guys. He always seems to want to make me look small – he usually succeeds too. But I'd love to know what he does in his lunch hour. He always shuts his door and puts on the red light. I know he isn't working because his papers are always the same when lunch is over. It's a bit of a mystery."

Jackie laughed, "He's got internet access, hasn't he?"

"Mmmm"

"Well, that's it then. He's surfing for porn!"

"No!

"Betcha"

"Well I'd love to catch him at it, I'd really make the bastard squirm!"

"We can check you know, we log all access calls"

"Really, and we can tell where he's been?

"Oh sure, but not many people know about it, there's a special program built in to the phone system, do you want me to have a look?"

"What if you get caught?"

"It won't matter, I'll be just checking everything is working." Jackie grinned, "It would prove it one way or the other, and if he is, then my dear, you have him by the balls. You could name your price for keeping quiet."

I was intrigued. If I could just catch him I could show him who was boss. I giggled a bit. "It's a thought isn't it!"

"Look this is so easy, just let me know next time he's in there alone, and I'll look him up – it's up to you then. What do you think?"

I pondered for a little while. "Well, I'd have to be able to make it stick...

"No prob, I'll print off where he's been, plus if they investigate his comp they'll find out anyway."

A plan was forming in my head, a way to really get even. I could see him crawl if I played my cards right. It all depended on him doing something wrong though, if he wasn't I was back to square one.

"Let's do it, lets get the bastard, I really want him to suffer. I'll ring you when we get back if the light's on and you can check where he is. All I need then is a cast iron excuse for interrupting him"

"Oh come on! Your part of the girl mafia, and a fire warden – we'll just get Sylvia to test the fire alarm and you will HAVE to go into the office to make sure it's clear. Wouldn't it be a hoot if he's getting up to something naughty! 

We were giggling like school kids as we got back to work. I looked at the clock, we were 20 minutes early. 

"We have time for another coffee"

"Not a chance, go and see if he's in and if the light's on – then let me know"

I went back to the office. I went into my outer part; there sure enough was the red light. Now I was sure I was onto something. I picked up the phone and rang Jackie. 

"It's on" I whispered, "can you check?"

"Sure, I'll ring you back shortly"

"NO don't ring back, he'll hear, I'll come down. Anyway, I'd like to see what goes on."

I made my down to the computer department, and just arrived to see Jackie with a triumphant smile on her face.

"Got him!"

"Really!?"

"Sure have, look at this log"

I looked there were many different numbers on the sheet that meant nothing to me, but were apparently the IP addresses of the sites he had been visiting. Most of them were known to the computer department as "prohibited sites". 

"So he's been surfing around has he", I said thoughtfully. "Mmmm there's always a price to pay for that isn't there Jackie.

She smiled agreement "Oh yes"

I started working on my plan straight away. I spent the rest of the afternoon honing and polishing it until I was satisfied that there was no way he could escape. His day of reckoning was approaching fast.

The following day I got up extra early. I had to prepare myself. Normally I dress conservatively for work, but today I wanted to plant a seed, a seed that would germinate at lunchtime.

I showered and went through my wardrobe. I selected a shorter skirt than normal, about 2 inches above the knee. I looked for something that was sexy, yet not over the top. I found my "seduction blouse". It was white, but quite sheer. I always s wore a slip under it, but today decided against that and just popped it over my bra. I looked in the mirror. Not bad, you could see my bra, and just about make out the dark shape of my nipples. They were not obvious, but if you really looked you could see them. I knew from experience that he'd really look. The last thing I put on were some stockings. Black ones. I checked myself again and was satisfied with the result. I looked sexy, but not "available". My midriff was visible through the blouse. But the bra hid my breasts, apart from just the hint of the darkness of my nipples. 

The last thing I did was grab a dowdy cardigan and slip it on. I wanted my appearance to look as normal as possible until I was ready.

I was already busy when he arrived. 

'Morning Rachel, coffee please"

"Good morning Mr Allcock, I'll get some for you straight away.

I made the coffee, and hung my cardigan over the back of my chair, before taking it into the office. He looked a little surprised at my appearance and his eyes dropped to my breasts immediately. He obviously liked what he saw. 

"You look er nice today, Rachel"

"Thank you, I'm going out for lunch so I thought I'd make an effort.

"Yes, very nice"

I went back to the outer office and got on with some work. I didn't have long to wait.

"Rachel, can you come through and take a letter?"

"Sure, on my way"

I sat opposite his desk where he would be sure to see my legs. I crossed my legs letting the skirt ride up a little. He watched every move. He stared at my breasts. I took the letter, crossing and re – crossing my legs, making sure he go an eyeful each time. I wanted him hot and horny by lunchtime. All morning I stretched and bent in a most unladylike manner, giving him a little flash every now and then. Once I had to pick up my pen that had "dropped" out of my hand, and I bent over from the waist, knowing he was looking at my stocking tops and thighs. I loved it. I loved it because I knew what was coming. So the morning passed, with me teasing and tempting him and him trying not to look interested, but never missing a move.

Lunchtime came and I went into his office to tell him I was going out and ask if he wanted anything, yet another "duty". 

"No, I'm ok today"

"Ok, see you later then"

I returned to my office and made a lot of noise closing drawers, filing cabinets and finally the door, before making my way down to see Jackie. She looked at me "Wow, what are you trying to do – seduce him or fix him?"

"Both" I smiled. "I want him to have one thing on his mind"

"Well, let's see where he is. Oh boy look at this, he's at it already. You must have had quite an effect!" 

I smiled grimly. Today was the day. I picked up the phone and dialled Sylvia.

"We're on, just give me a couple of minutes to sneak back into the outer office, then ring the fire alarm, just don't forget to broadcast the apology for the false alarm"

"OK"

I went back upstairs and sat at my desk waiting.

Bang on cue the alarm went off. I dashed out of my chair and into his office.

"Come on we have to get out"

He was frantically trying to close some windows down; I went over to his desk.

"What are you doing that's so important, we have to go NOW"

I looked at the screen. There was a girl lying naked, legs spread with a finger tickling her clit. I looked at him as he tried to slouch under the desk. 

"What's going on here then?"

"Nothing, it just appeared and I can't get rid of it", he was blushing, uncomfortable and embarrassed, in other words just as I wanted him. 

I looked at his trousers. The fly was undone and his cock was out.

The alarm stopped and Sylvia came over the public address apologising for the false alarm. I sat on the corner of the desk "Well, well, well – we were having a nice time weren't we. Do you wank over these girls every day?"

"No – I – no it's just..." his voice petered out.

"Well don't let me stop your enjoyment, carry on I'd love to see you have a nice long lazy wank. 

"I – can't"

I looked at his cock, it was small and soft.

"No I can believe you looking at that, but you will – indeed you must – unless you want me to go to see the boss, so go on, have a nice play with it, get it hard and masturbate for me. You know you want to, you know how nice it feels, so do it" I put an air of command in my voice.

Slowly, nervously he started to play with his cock. Nothing was happening, it just stayed soft and floppy.

"Let's look at some of the pictures you were looking at. I want to see you get hard for me and then come for me." I started going back through the history file and found a thing called slide show. 

"What's this?"

"Nothing"

"Huh – let's have a look, I think it maybe more than nothing – don't you?

I started the show. A pretty girl was stood at the sofa looking down at a boy.

Click, the picture changed. He had stood up now and was kissing her.

Click, now his hands were on her breasts thought her blouse, her legs were slightly parted and her head thrown back.

Click. Now he had undone her blouse and was fondling her breasts through her bra.

I looked at down. That was more like it he was hardening up a little now.

"You like this?" I asked. 

"Well..."

"It's a simple question, do you like this? Would you like to be feeling her breasts like he is? I bet you would. I bet you'd like to just get inside her blouse and suck away like crazy, yes?"

"Mmm"

He was getting really hard now.

"Go on now. Get stroking for me, time's getting on"

Click. Now her blouse was off, she had lovely breasts, even I could see that, and he was sucking on a nipple, while fondling the other one, tweaking and nipping it into erection.

Click. Now her skirt was off. Her legs were apart you could see a little damp patch forming in her panties. He was kissing his way up her thigh, while she was stroking his hair. Her nipples were hard and erect.

He was stroking seriously now, long slow strokes that got him harder and harder.

"That's better – your enjoying that aren't you?

"Yes" 

"Good, now remember I want to see you come really hard." I repositioned myself on the corner of his desk, letting my legs fall open a bit more so he could see up my skirt. His eyes widened as he tore his gaze away from the screen.

"Oh God Rachel...

"Just keep stroking, Richard – or shall I call you Dick. I think I will. Yes from now on you'll be Dick, don't you think that's kind of appropriate – Dick wanking his dick", I giggled "Come on Dick love your cock, don't stop."

Click. Now the girl had her panties off and the guy was naked. His cock was hard and long she had a hand around it, pulling him towards her pussy, which was open and wet. It was obvious that they were going to fuck.

"Just think Dick, how it would feel to slide into her, so warm, so wet, I bet you'd just love it wouldn't you. Would you play around the entrance for a while or would you go straight in and fuck her rigid. If you were really nice to her you could drag that hard cock of yours over her clitty for a while, I bet she'd love that – I know I do"

In spite of myself I was getting a bit carried away by the atmosphere. As I watched he started producing some silky smooth precum. I watched as he smeared it down his length. 

"That's right Dick, get it nice and slippery, just as though you were sliding into her cunt.

Click. Now they were fucking, he was driving into her and she was loving it. The shot was taken from under the couple and showed his prick up to the hilt inside her, her legs were wrapped around his back and her fingers were playing with her clitty and both were having a wonderful time.

Dicks hips were starting to move now, thrusting forwards as his hand slid up and down his cock. More and more precum was oozing from the end and he was smoothing it down that lovely, hard cock for all he was worth. 

"Getting close Dick?"

"Mmmm yes"

"Good. Lets see what they're doing now eh?"

The last shot in the series showed him coming, he had withdrawn and was close to her mouth. Her mouth was open and you could see the creamy white cum around her lips. The boys hand was wanking his cock into her mouth. God this was so sexy!

"Come for me Dick – let it all go. I want to watch you COME"

It was too much for him and with one final heave forward he started to come. I was a little disappointed at first, just a little trickle came, but then he came properly and jet after jet shot from his cock. He covered his shirt and tie with spunk and still kept stroking. 

"That's right Dickie boy get every last drop out"

Slowly he relaxed. He was in a real mess. Spunk had shot all over his shirt tie and was dribbling down his chest. He even shot as far as his chin.

"I er I need a tissue, pass me one – please."

"Not a chance love, your just going to have to manage. Have you got any spare clothes here?, no, well you'll just have to use your hands then." I slid down from the desk corner letting my skirt slide up my thighs. "I'd better book the other tickets hadn't I"?

"Other tickets?"

"To Las Vegas, you're going to need me to keep an eye on you out there. There's lots of temptations and now I know what your like – well let's just say you may need some secretarial support"

"You can't come, there'll be hell on about that"

"Your problem – Dick." I sneered "There will be more trouble if the powers that be know what goes on here over lunch"

I closed the door. GOT HIM.

Rachel's Revenge



This is a long, slowly-developing story about psychosexual disorders and their impact on interplaying characters. It's in four parts, so doesn't have to be consumed in one read. If you're looking for a comedy, this isn't it. Votes and constructive feedback are appreciated. 

Part 1

The phone interrupted me as I was in the kitchen preparing pasta. "Val!...Oh, Val! Please come quickly! Something awful's happened! Denise has drowned in the pool!" It was Rachel calling, panicked, just returned from grocery shopping at the village market. She'd often referred to her strong-willed mother by her first name, whom I'd gotten to know over the past few months.

"What?" I asked, incredulously. "Have you called the police?"

"They're on their way but...oh, Val, I need you. I can't deal with this alone!"

I was there in ten minutes, throwing on a pair of long pants and driving the mile or so to the house that Rachel's mother owned on the dead end road in our wealthy, gated community. The girl sobbed into my chest as the police combed her house, collecting forensic evidence, and an ambulance crew was hustling Denise's body out to the Coroner's lab.

I was shocked. I'd seen Denise a couple of weeks previously, and had spoken with her on the phone more recently. I informed the police lieutenant of this and he asked that I make myself available for questioning over the next few days. He was encouraged when I told him Rachel would spend the night with me, since he and his crew had a great deal of work to do on the grounds.

That night as we snuggled, naked, in bed, Rachel slept typically restlessly, and we didn't make love...a first for us in a long time. Instead, as the night wore on, my mind retraced the half-year or so that had passed since I'd met her... . 

* * * * * *

...I'd been doing some landscaping in my side yard. It wasn't out of habit, nor was I trained for or very experienced at doing groundwork. Instead, it was a way to pull myself out of a year long depression and do something rather than sit and feel sorry for myself. 

My mourning period was over. I'd buried my wife of 25 years the previous Spring, whose death in an auto accident had shattered our carefully planned lives. Shortly thereafter, at age 48, I'd sold my chemical engineering business for a huge amount, guaranteeing that I'd never need to work again. My two grown children, both married, lived on the East Coast, and I was at the mercy of a good friend who was a psychiatrist. He advised self-immersion in hobbies, occasional consulting work, and travel. 

Hence, my landscaping. I had a gardener who came in periodically to maintain the property's grounds, yet I needed something to do on my own. I had an orchid greenhouse at the rear of the large house in which I liked to putter on a daily basis, and from which I supplied local florists and other merchants with exotic flora. But that hobby had been the passion of my loving, departed wife, who'd been a nursery expert. So, to avoid lapsing into a depressing daily funk at her memory, I occasionally altered my routine by doing other work in the gardens.

I met Rachel – quite by chance – on a hot afternoon in the Spring, my job of the week being to lay flagstones on a path parallel to my driveway that leads to the rear, the pool deck and my greenhouse. I was fully engrossed, listening through my headphones to Michael Crawford sing his heart-rending "Music of the Night" number to the Christine character in Phantom of the Opera. Out of habit, I sang along, full-voiced. I'd been vocally-trained when in high school and college but was an amateur. As I recall on that afternoon, though, I was really putting my heart into it – complete with full body movements while I set stone in mortar, until the number's climax – when I sensed someone watching from close by.

I turned and there she was, holding a bouncy Golden Retriever pup at bay on a long leash. I whipped off my headphones and promptly dropped a trowel-full of mortar completely down my front. I'd wrapped my tee shirt around my neck and was sweating, so was half-naked. I was wearing cargo shorts, so my legs were bare to my work boots, now covered with gray, sticky cement. I was embarrassed.

"You have a beautiful bass/baritone voice," she said. "You should do something with it," she continued, scanning my cement-covered front. "I'm a music teacher. I could tell the owner here that I'd be happy to coach you."

"I'm the owner," I said, extending my hand. "Valentin Noreika. Friends call me Val. Your name?"

She placed her tanned hand in my large palm and exhaled a quick, "Forgive me. I'm Rachel Noyes. I walk my puppy, Thurber, past your drive every day and have seen you working. I thought you were one of the help."

Thurber chose that moment to push his nose into my cement-stained crotch and snort. "Maybe I'd better go clean up," I recoiled, pushing away from the dog's hard, probing nose. "I've made a mess of myself! Awfully nice to meet you!" I said, turning to go inside, conscious that my shorts were soaked through to my privates, which were now very cold.

"Perhaps tomorrow. We come by every day!" she said, as the dog yanked her away. I stole a glance at her, dressed as she was in skin-tight light blue shorts and sports bra with running shoes. I was a bit flustered, since it was the first time since my wife had died that I'd noticed a woman to be in any way physically attractive. 

Rachel was about 5'6", with platinum blonde hair in a ponytail that swept down past her shoulder blades. Her fair skin was tanned to a golden brown – the sort of color one seldom sees on blonde women except those who've worshipped the sun. Her widely-set, violet eyes slanted upward at the outer corners with an Arctic, almost Asian, look. All this was bounded by a heart-shaped face with a strong jaw, straight nose, and a widely smiling, full-lipped mouth that begged to be kissed. As she turned to wave goodbye, I remembered having seen pictures of such women in photo albums kept by my Lithuanian relatives.   

But it was her body that left me breathless. Though appearing to be in her mid-twenties, her figure was that of an opulent teenager...probably 34C or D-23-36. Her breasts emerged high from her chest, full and succulent. Her torso narrowed to an incredibly small waist that was snugly bound by her tight shorts. Her hips flared roundly – unlike a typical Caucasian women – and were accented in back by a high, bubble-shaped bottom. Her thighs were full, softly delectable while stretching her shorts, and nipped in delightfully at the knees, quickening my pulse as her smooth, muscular calves ended in very trim ankles and small feet. It had been decades, I mused, since I'd been so moved by seeing such a stunning female creature. As I watched her walk away, I felt the first palpable throb in my groin in over a year.

"You're making good progress!" she said the next morning, this time sitting on one of the decorative boulders that circumvented the large front yard while her dog lay next to her feet. Again, she was dressed in skin-tight shorts and sports bra, this time maroon, with a matching, zippered, sweat jacket on top. Her legs were drawn up and – quite by chance – I managed a glimpse of the nexus of her legs. Her labia were perfectly outlined by the very snug material, as a seam in her shorts split them into two sublimely opposed crescents.   

"One more day, I think!" I said cheerily, hoping my errant eyes hadn't betrayed my sudden lecherous glance. "If I'm finished tomorrow, perhaps you'd like to see my greenhouse!" 

"You have a greenhouse?!" she bubbled. "Can I see it now?"

"Well, I suppose..." I hesitated. I wasn't used to having my routines interrupted, but she seemed so enthusiastic that I could hardly refuse. "Follow me," I said, leading her around the back of the house, past the swimming pool, to my tropical inner sanctum.

"Wow!" she exclaimed, as we entered the hot, humid, glass building. "This is amazing!" she gasped, as the jungle of blooming orchids seemed to swallow us from the roof to our hips. "You should go into business!"

"It's just a hobby," I explained, "something that my late wife and I had fun with. Some of the merchants in town buy plants from me, though – including the florist – since I have a lot of rare flowers."

"You're a widower? Your wife passed away?" she asked, appearing concerned and expressing real sorrow. 

"Uhh...yeah...car accident." I answered, trying to change the subject. "Now, let's see if we can find an orchid for your hair...something to match those lovely eyes of yours." I stared into her violet orbs for a minute, causing her to blush. "I've got just the one," I said, "a purple Cattleya. Notice that this greenhouse comes fully equipped," I joked lightly. "I even have clips to attach orchids to a lady's hair."

I cut the flower and put it behind her ear. She watched me warily as I stood close to her, smelling her sweet scent as her magnificent breasts rose and fell quickly while I affixed the bloom. "Thank you," she almost whispered when we were finished. As she backed away nervously she muttered, "I'm alone, too...divorced for three years. I live with my mother on the other side of the hill."  

"In the big Bernard Maybeck house?" I asked. I was a fan of Maybeck architecture.

"That's the one. My father – with whom I was very close – died several years ago." She then turned and walked out, it appeared sadly, with her dog leading the way.

As we sauntered past my swimming pool, I tried vainly to lighten the mood. "Well then, you know what it's like to lose a loved one. The only upside is that I swim naked in my pool every morning now. If my wife were alive she'd never allow it."

She brightened. "I'm sorry for being so morose. It's been good talking with you. Do you mind if I stop by tomorrow?"

"I'm always here. If I'm not laying stone I'm either in the greenhouse...or swimming," I said, leering comically.

"Fine," she said, smiling softly. "See you tomorrow...and thank you for the lovely orchid."  

The next morning, and every morning thereafter for a couple of weeks, Rachel stopped by with her dog, Thurber, and talked, each day spending more time with me as I dabbled at one or another project. Frequently, her presence was presaged by the arrival of Thurber, who would join me in the pool as I swam nude. Whenever this happened I quickly exited the water and pulled on my trunks, anticipating the arrival of the dog's mistress. 

Rachel got me talking about my earlier life – and hers – which seemed to lift us both from our depressions, and we became friends...so much so that I planned my mornings around her arrival time. She was an adopted child, of Finnish descent, had grown up less than a mile away, and had been married less than three years before divorcing. 

Most importantly, she said, the upscale town of 2,400 in which we lived was a steamy suburban enclave closed to outsiders, ruled over by its own country club oligarchy. Being a mere commuter resident for eight years, this was big news to me, since politics bored me and I'd avoided the local social circles.   

We became friends and, in reality, she took the place of my departed wife as a conversational companion. Since my experience with women was mostly limited to my spouse, I was blissfully ignorant of my growing dependence on Rachel, and tender feelings toward her. 

"How 'bout some coffee?" I asked one morning, maybe a week later, and led her into the house. While I was brewing it, she wandered about, finally ending up in the music room. I heard the first few tinkles on my grand piano, which hadn't been touched in over a year, then – suddenly – the whole house reverberated with the glorious sounds of Grieg's Piano Concerto. I watched her laboring over the keyboard as I carried the mugs of coffee, then took a seat to let the music wash over me. She seemed possessed by the piece as she worked the keys. My heart pounded as this gorgeous little Scandinavian girl put the rugged old Steinway through its paces. Her ponytail relinquished several strands of hair that swept the ivories as she passionately distilled each musical phrase from every movement. At the end of the composition, my eyes were misty, and I found it difficult to breathe freely, given my emotional reaction to her rendition. 

She swung to her right, toward me where I sat on a loveseat, and murmured, "You said something about coffee?" I looked down at the cups, which were now cold, and jumped up to make some more. Rachel followed me to the kitchen.   

"You're a brilliant pianist," I said, still moved by her impromptu performance. "Do your family and friends appreciate your talent?"

"My wonderful father did when he was alive," she responded. "I used to give recitals for...friends, from the country club. Now I just play for Denise – that's my mother – and my teaching colleagues, since we're no longer members of the club." She seemed to be engrossed in thought, speaking as if I were hardly there.

"And your husband? Does he? I mean, did he...?" I asked, not knowing how to phrase the question.

"My ex-husband," she corrected, "approved of my music well enough. He just didn't understand me or my family pressures."

"I apologize. I didn't mean to pry...".

"No, it's okay. Something awful happened that wrenched us apart," she said, staring at the brown liquid as it dripped into the pot. There was a pregnant silence, except for the wheezing sound of the appliance brewing our coffee. I watched her face, unsure of what to say next, and noticed a tear well in her right eye, then slowly run down one smooth, tanned cheek.

My heart froze, and I could have kicked myself for rekindling unpleasant memories in this beautiful young woman. Without thinking I stepped behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist from behind...naively hoping to comfort her in some way. "I'm so sorry," I muttered into her sweet, platinum hair.

"Ohhhh...Gawd, don't be, Val," she whispered, leaning back into me as she placed her hands over mine, then moving them downward over her flat tummy so that my fingers caressed her pelvic creases. "For weeks you've been such a sweet, sensitive, man," she purred, pushing her bottom back against my groin, which now throbbed as my loins responded to the warm pressure of her luscious backside. "Mmmmnnnn...I can feel you...and – honestly – there's nothing I want more than to be closer to you," she gasped. "But I'm so frightened of getting involved with someone new. I'm just not ready yet! Please...let's wait for a while."    

I was shocked! I had no idea that she'd entertained what sounded like sexual thoughts about me! I mean, she was twenty years my junior...at least! "Of course, sweetheart! I'm an old man compared to you. Let's just share your music...walk your dog...take a swim! At least I can see you almost every day!"

At that. she spun around in my grasp to face me and planted a lingering kiss on my mouth. I was fully erect now and we broke our embrace, with both of us panting. I flushed as she looked down at the bulge in my shorts, and she gasped, "I...I'll remember to bring my swimsuit tomorrow!" 

And what a suit it was! Dark green in color and – as it turned out over the next several days – just one of many colors that Rachel said she wore at home when sunning with her mother around their pool. Though not a thong, the bottom was cut very high on her hips, showing her sumptuous, creamy buttocks whenever her back was to me. The top was much like a sports bra to support the hefty weight of her breasts, yet plunged dramatically to show her deep cleavage, with the bra's sides cut forward from her armpits, allowing the full roundness of the outside of her tits to tempt me whenever she raised an arm or turned to the side. When I was able to speak coherently, I complimented her on her appearance.

"I'm glad you approve," she beamed. "Your trunks aren't bad, either! I'm used to seeing you in your baggy shorts! If we were more adventurous, or if I weren't so nervous, we could probably both go without."

Once again I was at a loss for words. She's just teasing! What a social cretin you are! I told myself. If you think this little doll would ever really want you...you're delusional.

Yet that day and each day thereafter I grew more curious about my enticing new acquaintance. I asked people in town about "Mrs. Noyes," Rachel's mother. Eddie at the village's wine and liquor store said, "Denise Noyes?" as a smile split his face. "She's a legend. Got quite a reputation. Lived here for almost thirty years. Buried her older husband, who was a real nice guy. Drinks vodka like a fish. Very rich."

Rex, the nurser who bought rare orchids from me, said of her, "Yeah...big power in town. Country clubber for years. Has the dirt on all the city fathers, living, retired or dead."  

Even Mario, the young pool maintenance guy, and the stock clerks at the hardware and grocery stores, knew Rachel's mother, as did my attorney. He said, "Val, Mrs. Noyes is also a client of mine and I can't say anything at all about her, except...be very careful."

Rachel, however, was praised by all as an angel. So, I felt fortunate at having made a new friend who was thought of so highly in the community. And, I felt honored when she invited me for dinner at their home, with just she and her mother. It'd been so long since I'd been on a social outing that I thought carefully about the upcoming Wednesday evening. I got a haircut to get rid of some graying locks – even a manicure to dress up my landscaper's nails – at the village barber's. I carefully selected some St. Emilion red wine from Bordeaux as a dinner offering. A new silk sport coat with tie to match rounded out my preparations. And, knowing how Rachel loved my orchids, I prepared two different corsages as gifts, one for her and one for her mother.

I was as nervous as a schoolboy as I drove my newly-washed BMW up the long, curved drive of the Noyes property. One ring of the doorbell and an attractive Latina in black uniform dress admitted me. In thirty seconds Rachel and her dog, Thurber, literally ran to meet me in the foyer, puffing with excitement. 

"Val! So pleased you could make it! Forgive me, this is Carlotta, our housekeeper and cook!" The Latin woman murmured some nicety, bowed slightly, and accepted the wine I'd brought. "I have fabulous news that I'll tell you about over dinner!" continued Rachel. "And what's this?" she questioned, referring to the two boxed corsages.

"A couple of things from the greenhouse," I muttered.

"Things! They're stunning! We'll wear them tonight!" She took me by the arm and we walked into a large drawing room with high ceilings. "Denise...uhh, Mother...will be out in a minute!" she said, then – hesitatingly – stood on tiptoe to kiss me softly on the mouth. She uttered a deep mmmnn in her throat as her tongue flicked briefly at my lips. As she broke the kiss, she moved away from my face no more than an inch and whispered, her violet eyes flashing through smooth mascara on her eyelashes, "I've been waiting for that all day!"

I'd never seen Rachel more beautiful. It must have taken an hour to apply her evening makeup, with eye shadow and liner done perfectly. Her platinum hair was in a simple twist atop her head, held in place with a short diamond pin, revealing her strong, flawless neck. Diamond cluster earrings matched a short, diamond necklace that flashed against the dark material of her dress, a thick knitted material of violet and black. The dress itself was sleeveless, clung to her figure like a second skin as it zipped up the back, and extended to just above her sumptuous knees. Nylons and three-inch black heels completed the ensemble.     

My breathless appreciation of her was interrupted by the steady, purposeful click of heels emanating from the tile floor outside the room. I turned, expecting to see the older, graying, matronly widow whom I assumed Denise Noyes to be, and was struck dumb by the breathtaking visual impact of Rachel's mother. As she stood in the open double doorway, her long-fingered hand posed dramatically on the jamb, her stance reminded me of a dancer. She was perhaps my age, yet far better preserved, deeply tanned and tall, perhaps 5'10" in heels. She fixed me with a long, appraising look in her emerald eyes, and switched on an extremely warm smile, lighting up her flawless face with dental work that must have cost a fortune to maintain.




Rachel's Revenge



"So this is Val...about whom I've heard so much!" she said in a throaty voice, sweeping toward me with an outstretched hand, palm down, her petticoats rustling under her full, black, knee-length silk skirt. 

I grasped her hand as softly as one would that of a queen, and pronounced, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Noyes." Thurber raced up to us, his tongue licking away.

"Now isn't that sweet, Rachel!" she gushed, "So old-worldly. Please call me Denise, Val, since I'm sure we'll be friends! And put that dog outside, dear," she said to Rachel. "I don't want him drooling on us!" 

"Val brought us corsages, Mother," said Rachel, as she opened a door and ushered Thurber out onto what looked like his private deck.

"Did he? Well, let's put them on! Run get them, will you dear?...while I show Val around." She linked her arm through mine and walked me through French doors to an outdoor patio surrounding a huge swimming pool. "This is where we spend half our life, Rachel and I...when she's not working."

Rachel appeared with the flowers, selected the white one for Denise and – without pausing – began pinning it to her mother's blouse, a high-necked, long-sleeved, muted red and gold stripe fabric on a black background. I watched the two women as they got the corsage just right, and marveled at their contrasts. Rachel was shorter by a few inches, with a more voluptuous figure. Denise was thinner, seemed more muscular, and had dark auburn hair curling under at her collarbone. Her body probably measured 36C-26-36, and moved like that of a thoroughbred filly. She knew very well how to use it, I surmised, and imagined that she'd turned many men's heads in her time.

My daydream was interrupted as Rachel brought her corsage to me. "Will you please put on mine, Val?"

"I'm afraid I'll stick you with the pin," I warned, approaching her with trembling fingers.

"Nonsense," she said as she grabbed my hand, sticking three fingers of my right hand inside the arm hole of her dress just over her bosom. She looked into my eyes and closed hers slowly as my fingers brushed the upper slope of her baby-smooth, braless left breast. "Now, be good," she teased in a whisper. "You'll prick yourself if you're not careful."   

None of this was lost on Denise. After I'd successfully attached her daughter's flower, she cleared her throat and offered drinks. "Please make a pitcher of Cosmopolitans for me, would you Rachel?" then we resumed our tour of the house, starting with the library and music room, then the bedrooms. 

Rachel caught up with us as Denise led me through the bedroom wing, pointing out their rooms, then another, which she called "my husband's old room." I caught Rachel's eye as I drank my scotch and her mother sipped at her pink cocktail. She shook her head in a negative way, which told me I shouldn't remark about the separate accommodations that her parents had maintained. Then we returned to the drawing room, where Denise poured herself another drink from an icy pitcher.

"Rachel says your family's from one of the Baltic countries...Latvia, is it?" Her question was punctuated by a languorous up and down movement, below her crossed legs, of a beautifully-turned, dark-stockinged calf. 

"No, Denise. Lithuania...close by."

"Would you say you're typical of that region? So tall, muscular, and...handsome?" she asked, forthrightly.

"You're very kind," I said. "All of my advantages are gifts from my father, whom I revered."

"Mmm...a modest brute, aren't you. I like that," she purred, finishing her second drink.

At that moment Carlotta appeared in the doorway and nodded to Denise, and Rachel stood immediately, appearing relieved that her mother's questioning had been interrupted. "Let's eat, shall we?" she said. "Val brought some lovely wine, Mother. Will you be having some with dinner?"

"Just a sip, dear. You know how I love my Cosmopolitans."

When seated, I proposed a toast...to Rachel, who sat across from me, with Denise at the end of the table. "I was told you had some exciting news. Here's to it!" I said, awkwardly.

"Thank you!" she bubbled, her eyes sparkling. "I've been elected President of our state music teachers' association! I leave for the Pebble Beach Conference Center tomorrow to be installed!"

"Congratulations!" I beamed.

"Yes! Hasn't she turned out stunningly!" said her mother. "When I married her father at age 20 I knew nothing about parenting. I was working my way through business school as a...as an exotic dancer, and chose not to bear children. So, we adopted Rachel as an infant, and weren't we lucky! As she grew up, however, I became ever-so-worried that the local boys would ruin her."

"Oh, Mother, Val doesn't want to hear about my teenage years," said Rachel, blushing slightly. 

"No, I'm serious, Val," said Denise, covering my hand with hers and gulping down another stemmed glass full before setting the glass down for her daughter to refill from the cocktail pitcher. "Even in this supposedly upper class community. I remember when she was a junior in high school. With her gorgeous young body, she was a varsity cheerleader. One afternoon I went to pick her up and there she was in the parking lot, leaning back against some...some Latin-looking boy, with another, taller, black thug with his hands all over her...sandwiching her against his dirty little friend."

"Mother, it wasn't quite as lurid as all that!" objected Rachel, as the salad course arrived.

"Well, Val, I was furious! I screamed at those boys to leave her alone and, the next day, pulled her out of that school after convincing the Principal that he might lose his job. Rachel spent her senior year at the all girls' school down the road. Later, we hired a driver to take her to all of her classes at the university."

"Well, your concerns seem not to have damaged her in any way," I said, winking at Rachel across the table, stimulating a relieved smile.

"Of course, Val, your children are out of the house, and I understand you've lived here only eight years, but underneath its respectable veneer, this little village is a hypocritical mixture of snobbery, greed and duplicitous pandering," Denise ranted. "That's why we left the country club."

"Oh, Mother...," sighed Rachel from across the table, as Carlotta served the main course, which we finished rather quickly as Denise regaled us with her brand of gossip about community leaders.

"Let's have dessert in the music room," said Denise. "Rachel can play maybe a waltz or two for us. Do you dance, Val? I haven't danced in the longest time!" she slurred, clearly showing the effects of her cocktails.

Dancing is not my greatest strength, though I can negotiate a waltz. It hardly mattered, though, since Denise nearly took the lead. When we came together, I was astounded at the firmness of her body. She seemed to have no fat anywhere. Her back muscles were like bands of iron and her dancing pose was a showy one I'd not experienced firsthand. She draped her left arm straight over my right shoulder and pressed her crotch firmly to my groin, as if we were hinged together at the hips. Our other hands were linked in the conventional manner but, as we twirled to Rachel's first waltz, Denise reached both of our hands down to grasp her full skirt and lift it high as we twirled, accentuating her lovely legs. At the end of the second waltz my member was half-erect, which my partner noticed. 

"Perhaps I'll sit out the next one," I murmured, and led her to a sofa to sit.

"You're a good dancer!" she exclaimed, her eyes dropping to my swollen crotch. "With a little practice you could be excellent!" 

"Dessert?" Rachel asked, breaking her mother's flirtation.

"Oh, I think I'll pass, dear," she said, as she fanned herself. "I've gotten a bit warm and should probably leave you two alone to say goodnight. Will you bring my medications when you're finished and...maybe...give me a foot massage?"

"Of course, Mother." 

"It's been a pleasure meeting and talking with you, Val. We must do it again," said Denise, as she floated from the room. "Thank you for the lovely corsage. Good night."

"Good night, Denise," I answered, as Rachel grabbed my hand and led me outside through the French doors. "Medications? Foot massage?" I asked, not really ready to leave.

"Zestryl for her high blood pressure, Vicodin and other painkillers for neuropathic pain in her feet. Her drinking doesn't help," said Rachel, as she dragged me into the shadows and breathed her honey-like breath in my face.

"I'll miss you for the next two days, Val. I get back late Friday night and I'll have a surprise for you Saturday morning. We have just a few minutes before I tend to Denise, so... ." She grabbed my hands and pressed them to her breasts, then moved them quickly to her hips. "Please touch me...all over, Val. I want you so much!" She then almost leapt into my arms, crushing her lips against mine and probing my mouth deeply with her tongue. One of my hands was at the small of her back and the other had gone to her vulva, soft and hot under her tight dress. "Yes!...Yes! There, please," she gasped as she ground her mound against my hand. We undulated against one another for a couple of minutes, moaning softly as our tongues danced wetly. Then she came softly, shivering as a small orgasm wracked her. She mewled in her throat as the moments passed, then cooed, "Ooohhh, Gawwd, I'll dream about you in bed 'til I see you again!" 

"Rachel!" we heard Denise call from her bedroom, and her daughter was soon off to do her duty. As I drove home I found it hard to fathom the depths of their relationship, and how Rachel could allow herself to be so dominated. 

Part 2

I languished naked in the pool the next morning, missing Rachel already, but glowing from her attention the night before. For lack of anything better to do, I took some cleaning supplies out to the end of the driveway to polish the brass mailbox mounted in a stone pylon at the entry. As I worked, Denise drove up in her red Mercedes 560 coupe with the top down. She looked ravishing, dressed in a white, pleated, miniskirt and a cropped linen top held up by spaghetti straps that showed her toned, tan midriff, upper breasts, shoulders and arms. Her auburn tresses were kept in place with a white stretchy headband. She looked like a luscious, rich suburban women of about 25, which was only about 20 plus years off the mark.

"Well, good morning, neighbor!" she called, brightly. "You look even better without a shirt!"

Per usual, I was bare to the waist. "Good morning, lovely lady! I want to thank you again for the good company and delicious meal last night!"

"My pleasure, Val. But, now that Rachel is gone for a couple of days, might I talk with you about her? You must know I'm very nosey where my daughter is concerned."

I'd placed my hand atop her windshield and was looking down at her seated behind the wheel, her eyes hidden behind red-colored sunglasses. Her shapely, muscular legs were spread six inches apart at the knees and she slowly drew back her right leg, causing her miniskirt to slide nearly to her crotch. I tried not to look, but was mesmerized by the sight of her vulva barely covered by a pair of the briefest, white lace, bikini panties I'd ever seen. Her leg lolled slowly back and forth, nearly hypnotizing me, until I realized she'd said something more.

"Huh? 'Scuse me. My mind was somewhere else."

"I gathered that. I asked if you'd like to come by for a swim this afternoon. I have some errands to do in the village now, but should be free after lunch...about 1:30?"

"That's fine, Denise. A swim? I'll bring my trunks," I said.

"You do that, big fella," she said, just before stabbing the accelerator and spraying me with a few bits of gravel. As she drove away she waggled her fingers in a wave.  

Out of habit, I never visit a person without bearing a gift. So, before slipping on my swim trunks with a pair of slacks over them and a Hawaiian shirt, I cut a couple of two-foot-long sprays of rare, miniature orchids for Denise. I parked next to her Mercedes, which she'd left out of her garage, and rang the bell, wondering how she was going to intrude into my friendship with her daughter. 

The door opened and, instead of Carlotta, Denise welcomed me in, her face wreathed in a stunning smile. "Hope I'm not too early," I said. It was 1:25.

"Of course not, silly. In this house, you can never come too early," she grinned. I hoped her statement was just a figure of speech. "What are these?" she gushed, eyeing the orchids. "Val! You shouldn't have! Let's put them here and we'll tend to them later!" She turned and walked into the dining room, showing her luscious, bare, tanned legs that seemed to go on forever from a pair of backless, orange high-heels. Her top was an orange silk lounging jacket that tied at the waist with a sash, revealing a plunging neckline under which her breasts were suspended by a spaghetti-strap bikini top. "Want a drink?" she asked. "Rachel was so sweet, mixing and chilling a gallon of my cocktails before she left this morning. I was just going to have one."

"It's a bit early for me," I countered, "but...I'll have a beer, if it's cold."

"Of course! I was about to get some sun. Join me?" she asked, licking her orange-glossed lips.

Minutes later we were on the pool deck, with Denise sipping her cocktail. "What's in a Cosmopolitan, anyway?" I asked.

"You take that seat," she said, momentarily ignoring my question and pointing to a redwood chaise on which I laid with my beer. "Oh...vodka, lime juice, Cointreau and cranberry juice. I'll sit in this chair so I can get to my drink. Anyway, cranberry juice...for my Vitamin C!" she beamed. "Rachel makes the best ones. It's like a lot of things in life, Val. Mmmm, especially like masturbation," she grinned devilishly. "It's always good...but it's much better when someone else does it!" She sat, took another sip, and untied the sash to her jacket, which fell open to reveal her tanned breasts. I felt a glandular stab as they thrust solidly, arrogantly, out to my gaze. 

I nearly drooled as she inhaled before a sigh, and my eyes panned downward to her stomach, stretched as tautly as a drumhead between her hips. She reached for her glass once again and I swear that the muscles in her tight tummy skin quivered, once again causing a palpable zap of feeling in my groin.

"You wanted to talk...about Rachel?" I nearly stuttered.

"Oh. Yes. Well, Val, I wondered what your intentions were regarding my daughter." As she said this, she stood and removed her jacket, turned, and draped it over the back of her chair. As she leaned away from me, I was faced from my reclining position with one of the most exquisite asses I'd ever seen. From her narrow waist, Denise's hips and buttocks flared into two muscular tanned globes that were clothed only in an orange thong matching her bikini top. The string down her crack broke into two slim strands of material that gathered at each hip. I'd never experienced a woman so openly flaunting her body as at that moment. Then she turned to face me.

"My...intentions...are to keep her as a good friend," I stuttered, taking an over-large sip of beer, which splashed onto my chest. My eyes were now locked onto Denise's prominent mound, which was barely covered by a diamond-shaped piece of cloth no larger than four postage stamps. At the top point of the diamond was a string that merged at her hips with another string pulling the side points of the diamond sideways, thus covering her slit. The base point of the diamond was attached to the strip of material running between her legs, up her crack, to the waist string above her ass.

"Mmmm-hmmm," she responded, getting up to place one bare foot on the edge of the chaise where I was reclined. She reached behind herself and got a tube of something cream-colored that she squeezed onto her palm and began rubbing it onto her leg, beginning between her toes and working up to her thigh. As she began this with her other leg, she asked, "Don't you think you're a bit old for her? Do you have a woman friend? What do you do for sex?"

I was nonplussed by her questions. "I haven't had sex since my wife was alive," I finally confessed, sounding as naïve and straight as I truly am. "And no, we're just friends...making music, swimming, walking the dog."

"Mmmm-hmmm, sounds unnatural," she muttered again, now coating her upper thighs with whatever lotion she was applying. When she got to her crotch, her index fingers slipped under her thong just before her hands moved behind to coat her buttocks with the liquid. "I love this. It's a sun block, but it's strawberry-flavored. Here. Taste it!" She stuck a moist finger between my lips to savor it. There was a slight hint of musk, at which point I had to rise to a sitting position, since my cock had hardened to the point of being obvious. 

"So, you're telling me that your relationship with Rachel is purely Platonic, regardless of her obvious feelings for you...and your more-than-evident virile capacities?" She sat down in her chair, which brought our knees almost together.

"That's what I'm saying." I believed it, kind of. She didn't.

"Well, big guy," she murmured, "You're much too young to live like a monk. I'm willing to help in any way I can," she continued, still caressing her muscular thighs. "Let me be more clear." She placed her feet on the chaise on either side of my knees and squeezed more strawberry goo onto one finger. I could see the recess between her labia absorbing the diamond-shaped material covering her crotch. My eyes then jumped to her hands as she reached under her bikini top and rubbed the balm onto one nipple, which responded stiffly through her top immediately, then she did the same with the other. "I don't want to see my darling daughter tie herself down as a trophy for an older man, like I did. She doesn't have the stuff that I had to get beyond it. I'm willing to take her place. D'you understand?"

"I hear what you're saying...I'm flattered, but I take some offense."

"Methinks the gentleman protests too much," she chortled. She dropped her feet and stood suddenly, taking a quarter turn away from me. "I know you find me attractive, Val." She squeezed more lotion onto her index finger so that it dripped obscenely down it, pulled her G string from her ass, and slowly coated what I assumed was her rectum. "Don't you!" she said, a bit aggressively.  

I did. In a flash I knew that I wanted to fuck this sexually powerful woman. Seated back in her chair with her feet once again propped outside my knees, she squeezed out another dollop of strawberry balm and, looking me in the eyes with her lips parted invitingly, slowly pulled her bikini bottom away from her vulva with her other hand and coated her mound with it. Groping for words, I muttered, "Yes I do find you attractive, uncomfortably so." Casting about for something else to say, I uttered, "You invited me for a swim this afternoon, but I already had one this morning. I don't think I feel like one right now."

"Oh, don't worry, darling. There's lottsa time to swim! I have an idea! Let's go find a vase for your orchids and a place to put them while you consider my...proposition! C'mon!" she giggled, breaking the mood as she grabbed my hand and tripped into the house. "Up there! Carlotta keeps vases on the top shelf of that pantry. Here's one of her little stepladders!" said Denise. On a high shelf in the cabinet was a perfect tall vase for the two sprays of orchids. I climbed up, grabbed it, and turned to give it to Denise, whose hand had already stroked my bare thigh and was now caressing my clothed, excited groin. 

"Uhh, Denise. At the risk of being a prude, I don't think we should be doing this."




Rachel's Revenge



"Oooh, you're such a serious man. Grab my glass and pitcher from outside, and meet me upstairs!" she gasped, carrying the vase of flowers with dispatch up to the bedroom wing.

I found her sitting on the end of the king-sized bed in her "husband's room," with the vase of flowers sitting on the mantle of a low-lying fireplace backed with a large mirror. Her own luscious image was reflected in a Cheval mirror that stood facing the bed a short distance away. "The flowers won't be seen by many in this room," I said. 

"Enough for me, I should think," she said, rolling backward and stretching her tawny body like a cat. "You're telling me, then, that you'll continue encouraging Rachel regardless of what I do." She crawled back to the foot of the bed and again put her feet on the floor, no more than a foot away from where I stood.

"She and I are just friends," I reiterated.

"And I want to be your friend, too, sweetie!" she beamed, hooking her thumbs into my swim trunks and suddenly drawing them down to my knees. I groaned as my lengthy, half-hard cock looped down and pulsed once as Denise's hot breath bathed my genitals. "Mmmm, I knew this beast was a beauty when I felt it dancing with you last night!"

"Gawd, Denise, I...".

"Ssshhh," she whispered, just before licking softly around the glans as I grew erect. And immediately I was in her mouth, moaning as her hot wetness enveloped my member. After bathing me generously with saliva, she pulled off and jacked me with her hands. "Mmmnnn, Val, this is a beautiful, big cock...such rich, angry-looking veins! Mmmm-aannggsllp!" she crooned lewdly as she eased her face over me again, taking more of me with each plunge. 

For a few moments I closed my eyes and raised my face to the ceiling, responding to the blissful feelings I'd not felt in such a long while. When I again looked down at her protruding orange lips sucking hungrily at me, she'd just finished untying her bikini top in back and her C cup tits had begun rubbing against my legs. My moans became more pronounced as all rational sense left me and I began panting and groaning as her cheeks hollowed and she began sucking harder...deeper. I quickly realized that I'd weakened and lost my first skirmish with Denise. And, for a brief moment, I felt profound stabs of guilt and shame for somehow betraying sweet Rachel. 

But what can a man do? I wondered. In addition to being mere sperm donors, at base we're just tools of pleasure for continuance of the species. In Denise's case, though, I considered this a possible role reversal. As I watched her fellate me, the corona on my cock formed a fleshy ridge through her tanned cheeks on its way to her throat. I looked to my left at the Cheval mirror and saw the same ridge on her opposite cheek. Those ridges moved slowly from her lips to the back of her jaw with each languorous thrust of her head. Even while married, my wife had infrequently engaged in oral sex, so I began observing this act almost clinically. What had started as a powerless reaction to this woman's physical aggression soon turned me numb, away from the likelihood of an orgasm. She seemed to sense this, causing her to work even harder at bringing me to a climax. 

She was taking me deeply now, groaning loudly in her throat as her nose burrowed into my pubic hair. "Christ, you're tough," she mumbled once while gasping for breath after about five minutes. Then she pulled her hands away from my cock, raised slightly off the bed, and stripped off her thong. Pushing herself back then, she left my tumescent prick to flap in the air, and muttered, "Okay...okay...so you won't cum for me. I can wait!" She crab-walked backward to the center of the bed and raised her gorgeous tan legs in the air, spreading them widely by wrapping her forearms around her calves and saying, "C'mon, then...fuck me, Val! Put that great big cock in me and I'll give you a one-way trip to Nirvana! C'mon, do me hard! Once you've had this pussy you'll forget all about abusing young girls!"

I admit that she was tempting beyond belief, yet I was struck dumb by her cruel comment. She couldn't be talking about me! I thought, as I looked at her shaved vulva, with its half-inch long patch of brown hair just above her wet, pink slit. Her outer labia were tan and not puffy, appearing instead as if they were as muscular as her entire body. The bold way she was displaying herself, without a hint of gentility – so much in contrast to her daughter – also angered me. I dropped one knee to the bed, then the other, and crawled slowly toward her, listening to her rasping breath...watching her stomach muscles and breasts rise and fall with the increasing sexual tension...looking into her crazed green eyes. She had insulted me, and by extension, Rachel, as bile rose in my throat. I knee-walked slowly toward her palpitating cunt. 

"Abusing young girls?" I asked in disbelief. "What possible right do you have to say that? You're the abuser!...the punisher! I'll show you abuse! Is this what you want?" I sneered, roughly stirring my bulbous cock head around in her firm petals with my hand. She whimpered affirmatively and whipped her head back and forth as I teased her. "You unconscionable slut! We'll see who gets to Nirvana first!" 

Then I felt her slick, wondrous heat. She screamed "Yessssss! Oh, fuuuuck!" as I plunged into her to my balls. Her hands left her calves and her nails scraped my back as I hammered her cervix painfully, but she continued keening and groaning as my rod reamed her unbelievably tight vagina. Each outstroke wrenched a "Nnngh!" from her lips, and an "Aaaghh!" as I returned. She clung to me as would a drowning woman to a raft in a flood, as each of our fusings seemed to intensify my anger and drive me onward. Her body seemed woven of braided iron cables, twisting...wrenching, yet gratefully accepting and tightening around the brutal invasion of my loins. 

I raised myself to sit on my heels and brought her up with me, stabbing, lurching into her. Her compliant dancer's physique bent backward above her hips and her upper body fell to her shoulders on the bed, all the while my forearms gripped her hips and brought her gooey gash, time and again, to the base of my prick. She reached down with one hand to feel the thick substance oozing from her snugness and smiled at me through lusty, heavy-lidded eyes, saying, "Feel how...I'm, ooh! creaming on...your big cock? Aaahh! I luuuv it...Val...luv it...when...you're rough like...this...fuuuck!"

Her encouragement didn't fall on deaf ears. I became what I'd call a savage. "Turn around!" I growled. "Wanna dog you!" Whining, she quickly turned halfway around and backed onto me as I continued to sit on my heels. I reached around her and grabbed her tits, mauling them in my large hands as I hammered her coltish dancer's body back onto my prong. I grabbed her hips, then her shoulders, pulling at her...trying to drive my pole as deeply up her as I could, choosing whichever part of her body I could as handles that might provide the most leverage. The more brutal I got, the more she liked it, cooing and grunting now with carnal regularity, until she started to orgasm. 

"Eeeeuuunngh...eeeeuuunngh...eeeeuuunngh," she grunted every few seconds as our thighs slapped noisily against those of the other. "Ohh, Gaawd...yesss! I's good! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Ohh, fuck me...fuck meee...cummi'...oooooh...cumm-mming! I hammered at her until I was tired, as her vagina clamped down on me like a vise and her body trembled through a full two minutes of seizures. When she went limp, I lowered her to the bed and rolled to one side, my prick still standing upright like some laboratory case study in priapism. She was sprawled, spread-eagled, on the bedspread on her stomach, breathing deeply like a cow who'd just been mated. "You're a fucking animal," I heard her murmur. "I love it!" she exclaimed, rolling onto her side to look at me and lazily stroke my cock. 

"Don't patronize me, Denise," I growled, ironically feeling a bit used.

"You just stay hard for me, baby," she cooed, kissing my swollen glans wetly. "I'm gonna get another drink," she said, bounding off the bed to where she'd placed her pitcher of Cosmopolitans. As she sipped her beverage she switched on a VCR which immediately showed static on an adjoining TV set. Grabbing a remote control, she returned to the bed and placed it and her glass on a nightstand.  

"You drink too much," I said, puritanically.

"If I didn't drink, honey, I'd be just like the rest of the dried-up, frustrated women in this village. Ask any of the male powers-that-be in town," she confided lewdly. "If I weren't around to party with, they'd have to jack off in the showers at the club!"

I growled with disapproval and rose to grab my beer off her dresser to finish it. She was up and beside me in a flash, pulling open the top drawer to reveal at least two dozen sex toys, all arranged in a velvet-lined case. She took one out, closed the drawer, wrapped her fingers around my softening prick and pulled, causing me to gasp. She also grabbed her tube of sun block and dragged me back to the bed, tugging on my cock.

"On your back, stud!" she giggled, pushing me to the bed as I was off-balance. "Meet my friend, Ernest," she said, switching on and off the battery-powered dildo that she'd selected from her collection. "I call him that because it was my dead husband's name, and I got more joy from a ten-inch piece of plastic like this than I ever got from him!" she said, giggling like a wanton, scheming whore. My disgust was obvious and she purred, "Oh, relax, mister prim and proper. I'm not gonna use it on you! I got it out just in case!" 

"In case of what?" I asked incredulously. "You've already turned on the TV!" 

"On our next fuck break we can watch a dirty movie...starring me!" she beamed, swilling the last of her drink and re-filling her glass. 

I was not used to such behavior in a woman. My wife had been a real lady. And, from what I could tell, Rachel was a near-virginal princess. I was therefore shocked when Denise stuffed her mouth with my cock again, drawing and pulling at it with her vacuuming cheeks. I looked to my right behind her kneeling figure, into the Cheval mirror a few feet away, and saw her rub a generous glob of her strawberry balm into her rectum. It glistened and spread open to allow her greasy finger access to her colon. She was moaning all the while, and cradling my scrotum with her moist hand. I was amazed at her simultaneous, multi-tasking, sexual abilities.

"You like it like a dog? So do I, baby!" she gasped, as she'd sucked me erect once again. "Do me again, so I can watch us in the mirror!" She hopped to all fours and, willingly, I took her cue, this time probing her light brown anal sphincter with my knob. "Nnngh...yeah! Easy at first, honey, but after that, don't worry. You won't break me!"

I took her at her word, and ravaged her with all my might in both of her holes for the next hour, with her moving her vibrating dildo to whichever aperture was free and open. She came, screaming, several times 'til we both collapsed and fell into a slumber. When I awoke she was still asleep, though stirred when I rose to urinate in the adjoining bathroom. I still hadn't cum, and was suffering from a severe case of blue balls.

When I returned she'd switched on the VCR and was watching a videotape on which she was fucking a mid-thirties guy who was exceptionally well-built. He was also quite handsome, in a Mediterranean sort of way...dark hair, olive complexion, low hair line...with a deep voice that resonated well on the recording. I watched for a few minutes. The quality was quite good, much better than that of a security video, and at least three cameras must have been used for long- and mid-range shots as well as close-ups. Denise yelped and screeched at him as they banged away on a desk in a variety of positions, with just as much verve as she and I had done for the past couple of hours. "The lad has some stamina," I ventured...a poor attempt at wit.

"Oh, that he had! It's Rocky, when he was President of the Club, in his office. He was such a freak! A truly wicked little criminal. He had me captivated. I was willing to do anything to keep him interested!" she gushed. At that point on the tape they changed positions, assuming the canine posture, and he eased into her ass, causing several minutes of harsh cries as he punished her colon while yanking backward on her lovely auburn hair. 

I must admit that I watched with prurient interest. Somewhere deep within me I even enjoyed him pulling away from her buttocks and seeing her flip onto her back, as he masturbated rope after rope of his cum onto her writhing body. The final camera shot was of his cock, embedded to the root in her upturned mouth as she sucked away the last of his seed. Neither of us said a word for perhaps a minute.  

I broke the silence. "I've got to go, Denise. Have to prepare for a consulting job tomorrow," I lied. I really needed to think through the ramifications of my desire for this woman. I'd seen a lot in myself that I hadn't liked.

"You didn't cum!" she pouted. "Well, can I see you tomorrow...maybe?" she asked, girlishly. "I have to know more about you and Rachel."

Yeah, and fuck my eyes out again, I thought. "I'll call in the morning," I promised.

"I should be here," she murmured sleepily. "The furniture store's delivering a sofa I just bought."

That evening I did some soul-searching. I'd succumbed to Denise's overtures, so was just as despicable as I thought she was. She'd chosen a path in her life that was far different than mine, but I had no right to criticize her if I accompanied her on that path, even occasionally. I decided to apologize to her in the morning, personally, and take a gift to demonstrate my sincerity...one of my mature, blooming orchid plants. 

I called her at mid-morning and awakened her. "You gave me quite a workout yesterday, Val, and I'm a bit hung over. This always happens when Rachel goes on a trip. I depend on her to care for me...for my medications and such. But yes, I'd love to see you," she said, brightening. 

At midday I rang her bell, holding the large orchid plant I'd prepared for her. No answer. I tried again and there was no response. The truck from the furniture store in the village was parked in the driveway and I assumed the movers were situating her new sofa. Rather than leave the plant on her porch, I walked around the side of the house to a path leading to her pool deck. At the rear corner of the house I had a sheltered view through some shrubs from thirty feet away of where we'd begun our tryst the day before. One glance told me why she hadn't heard the doorbell, since the French doors to the house were closed. Her trademark pitcher of Cosmopolitans was on the table next to the chaise on which I'd reclined the previous day, and she was on the chaise as well.

She was perched on her hands and knees, naked, glisteningly tan, and resplendent in the noonday sun. Behind her was a young black fellow with his three-quarter pants dropped below his calves as he gored the lovely woman energetically from the rear. I found the scene rather comical, since the company's name and logo on his tee shirt bore the phrase, "Service with a smile!" With his baseball cap turned backward, his blissful grin glowed on his face and seemed to light up the patio as his bulbous butt and muscular thighs sweated mechanically toward a climax with his auburn-haired customer.  

Denise was relatively quiet, only grunting as the youth pronged her, and that was because she was fellating his fellow worker, a young, Latin-looking guy sitting ass-on-heels on the other end of the chaise. Similarly undressed, his tan cock was being throated by the older woman, who grunted each time his balls struck her chin. Had I been a voyeur out of habit, my timing would have been excellent, since the Latino began cumming into her mouth, causing her to groan in her throat as she swallowed his seed. When she was finished, he withdrew and contemptuously smacked her face back and forth with his softening cock, which allowed Denise to give encouraging voice to her dusky, rear-end lover.

"You cum now, baby...cum in me hard...gimme your juice!" she urged, as his dark fingers dug into her hips and he froze, fully embedded in the woman's tight saddle. "That's it, honey! That's it!" she cried, causing me to turn and retrace my steps to her front porch as she exhorted the young man to continue cumming. I hardly needed to see more, I thought, as I placed my relatively insignificant gift next to the door. I'd seen enough to realize the validity of Denise's reputation in the village. Ruefully, I also thought that when I'd been the age of the movers, working my way through college as a delivery boy, I'd never gotten such a generous tip from a customer. 

That evening Denise called and thanked me for the plant, saying she'd found exactly the right place for it. She was sorry we'd missed one another, and asked when she'd see me again. My response was delightfully vague.

Part 3

The following morning I was up early and took a long nude dip in the pool. As I swam several laps I felt healthy...and excited...since Rachel had said she'd be dropping by. I'd missed her the past two days and wanted to forget my dirty indiscretion with her salacious mother.

At about 7 a.m. I heard a car race up my driveway and screech to a halt outside my garages behind the house. A door slammed and I looked up to see Rachel hurrying toward me. She looked about sixteen, with her platinum hair drawn up in two pigtails high on her head. She was wearing a white cotton woman's polo shirt under which her large breasts were bouncing, braless. Her hips were covered with a blue denim, wraparound, miniskirt that caressed her luscious thighs as she stalked toward me with purpose. I stood up in the shallow end, grinning and clearing my eyes of water, and saw that she was crying. As she reached me, I looked up at her and she broke into sobs, nearly causing my heart to stop. 

"You couldn't wait, could you, you bastard!" she blubbered. "You had to have her! You had to ruin it!"

"Rachel! Sweetie! I can explain! Hand me my robe!" I begged, suddenly conscious of my nakedness.

"You don't need your fucking robe! I saw you naked a month ago! Right here!" she screamed, turning and marching away.

"Where are you going?" I asked, obviously aware that she'd discovered my afternoon with her mother.

"I don't know!" she shouted. Then she cried, "Into the greenhouse!" breaking into a cascade of tears once again as I heard the glass door slam. 

It seemed to take hours for me to exit the pool, put on my terrycloth robe, and walk slowly after her. When I reached her in the sultry, humid confines of my orchid lair, she was sitting on a padded worktable that I use for grafting especially dainty varieties to more hardy floral stock. As I stood before her she regarded me with a plaintive, tearful look that nearly broke my heart. Her beautiful tanned knees were spread and I stepped between them.

"Rachel, I...".

"Do you realize how much I've trusted you?" she cried. "A month ago I knew you were the one. I started taking birth control pills again, and have been waiting for them to take hold. Masturbating over you every night with Denise's dildos! What do you suppose was the surprise I'd planned for today! And now that slut has ruined it...again!" she bawled, and started to hammer her fists against my chest. 

I took my punishment, knowing I deserved it, and murmured, "Sweetie...I'm so sorry. It meant nothing. I didn't cum! We didn't even kiss!" What a lame defense! I thought ruefully to myself.

"When I saw those orchids in my father's room, I knew she'd enticed you in there and fucked you! Just like my ex-husband, most of the men in town, and anyone else I've been interested in! Ohh, Gaawd, Val, how could you?" she lamented, still pounding on my chest.




Rachel's Revenge



I felt like a vile, loathsome, insect. All I wanted to do was comfort her. "Rachel...honey," I muttered, wrapping her upper body in my arms as she pummeled me. All I could think of to do was press my lips into the soft side of her neck.

"No! No! You're soiled now! Stop! Oh, please, stop! Vaaaal...please stop. I...I'm so angry with you! Oh, Val, she wants you for herself! That would kill me!" She protested for a few more seconds, gasping, "No! No! Ohh! Ohh...Vaaalll." I kissed her, then kissed her again...and again. Her rage continued until she was limp...exhausted. Then she seemed to melt and began kissing me back, little pecks that seemed to dissolve her fury. There were more kisses, then more, soon becoming passionate each time our lips met. Then she groaned, "Ooh, Val, I...still...need you. Jeezus, I still...want you! Nnnn...oh, honey...please touch me! Yessss!" she exclaimed as she pulled my hands under her shirt. I lifted it slowly to reveal her proud breasts and she whimpered. "Gawwd, yesss – oh, Gawd – take me right here!" she almost growled, as my trembling hands were filled with her firm tits. She thrust her head up and her lips again captured mine as she tongued my mouth, moaning in her throat. One of her hands went immediately to open my robe and began jerking my cock, which was now nearly at full length. "Mmmmgghhnn," she moaned with pleasure, as her muscular pianist's fingers manipulated me to a raging erection. "Please, honey," she begged with crazed eyes, and scooted further back onto the table, raising her skirt to reveal her wet, pulsating pussy, neatly shaven save for a few wispy hairs above her slit. "I've wanted you for weeks!" As angry and hurt as she'd been, apparently she'd come to me this morning with some forethought, since she was wearing no underwear at all. 

I dropped my robe from my shoulders and looked down at her violet eyes, now filled with lust and hunger. Though erect, I wanted to prepare her. I wanted to worship at the alter of her feminine loveliness...to feel, smell and taste her sweet nectar. Placing both palms on either side of her pussy, I moved them outward toward her knees, relishing the softness of her silken, tanned thighs. She moaned as I leaned down and spread her open, I hoped in anticipation of my tender, pre-coital, lingual incursion. Just to my right was a large orchid bloom, dripping its own sugary juice out of its center, as I witnessed Rachel's sweet vagina doing the same thing...offering me its drippings to be teased forth and sucked down my voracious gullet. I tentatively licked at her opening, causing her to whisper my name, then I bore in more aggressively to probe her tasty insides as rivulets of her liquid bathed my tongue. I sucked, sucked, then sucked some more, flicking my tongue at her clit, then, slowly, slipped one finger, then another, into her heated tightness. She gasped as my fingers turned upward, gently massaging the para-urethral gland under her spongy G spot for about five minutes. Meanwhile, I licked her...licked her...and licked her some more. 

"Uuunngh, Vaaal...honey...you'll make me...ooh...I'll...splash all over you...baby. I can't help it, Vaaal...it jus' cums an'...oooh, Val, it's...yeah, honey...honney, aw' honnneey...lick me, yeah...yeah...yeah...aw', Valllllll. I'm...". Her head suddenly turned up and outward and she froze, except for her hands grasping at her firm tits with desperate, trembling clutches. 

I'd heard of "squirting" women, but had always thought it was a pornographic myth. I'd never experienced one who'd actually ejaculated. Rachel later told me that she could even do it without cumming, since the stream fed through her spasming urethra. In any case, a sudden splash hit my face as she had her first true orgasm with me, and I clamped my mouth over her plump, swollen labia, drinking down perhaps a half-cup of her glandular liquid. Without getting too clinical, it tasted like a vegetable version of her, and I was overwhelmed at receiving such a tasty gift.

"Oohh, Val, I make such a mess!" she gasped, momentarily flushed with embarrassed excitement. 

"I can't think of a thing more intimate," I murmured, as I filled my hands with her firm torso and breast flesh on the way up to kissing her deeply. 

"Will you...will you fill me now?" she asked, her eyes pleading hungrily. 

"With pleasure, little one. But let's go inside...to my bed," I whispered, scooting her wet, round bottom off the table. She took my hand and walked slowly ahead of me into the house, looking back at me nervously as we proceeded to my room. It was as if she were making sure that I was still with her...still wanting her.

At my bedside I lifted off her shirt and unfastened the single button on her wraparound skirt. Both garments joined my robe already on the floor. I enveloped her firm, luscious body with mine and we lost ourselves in a deep, probing kiss as our hands explored the unfamiliar terrain of one another's flesh. Slowly I lowered her to the bed, and her legs clamped around one of my thighs, covering it with her moist slurry as she began a firm, grinding, humping motion. "Gawd, Val, I want to be so good for you. I want to be the best...the best lover you've ever had," she gasped between kisses. "Please let me! I couldn't stand losing you!" she whined in desperation.   

"I've wanted you from the first moment I saw you, little darlin'," I gasped, my voice trembling, as she wiggled out from under me and pushed me to my back. My cock was never more proud, erect and pulsing as it was at an angle toward the ceiling. She touched it gently and it jumped, causing a soft whisper of pleasure from her, and she began stroking my full length as I groaned from her feathery touch. My only source of frustration was because I couldn't reach all of her body as she knelt on her knees. I closed my eyes and covered as much of her lovely ass as I could, rubbing softly between her legs and drawing forth more streams of her vaginal liquid as her hands moved more quickly up and down my shaft.

"You are such a man!" she cooed, wrapping my purple glans in her fingers and licking softly at the tip as it emerged from her fist. "Mmmm, you taste so..." and her mouth capped my crown for the first time. "Nnnn, Gawd! I want you everywhere! In my mouth...my pussy...my bottom! I wanna drink your cum!" I just groaned ineffectually as the little blonde angel ministered to me. I tried to pull her thighs up to straddle my face in order to eat her, but she uttered "Mmm-mmm..." in her throat, indicating no, then pulled off of me to say with a torturous giggle, "...this is for you, sweet Val. If I can't make you cum...somehow...you can't have any more of that!" she teased. Then her luscious mouth recaptured my rod, taking more of me each time she plunged downward. Ten minutes later she'd become tired and pulled off of me, smiling. "Okay, sweetest. We'll see if you can resist this!" she gasped, and straddled me as she jerked evenly on my indefatigable prick. Now facing me, I could grasp her incredible breasts and run my hands up and down her from knees to shoulders. "I've thought for a month how I'd take you the first time...and this is it!" she murmured, leaning down to lick my lips as she placed the tip of my dick between her sopping labia. 

"Aahh, Gawwd! Rachel!" I yelled, as she sat on me, her heated inner folds swallowing me to my balls. Then, she pulled upward after the initial plunge with a Cheshire cat grin on her face. 

"Oooh, yeah, honey, with me you'll cum," she whispered, which made me shudder, since I'd told her that I hadn't done so with her mother. Then she lowered her upper body to me and placed her forearms on either side of my head, pressing her scrumptious breasts against my chest, and began kissing me as she began a rapid-fire screwing onto just the endmost three inches of my cock. After many seconds, then minutes, of this extraordinary pistoning, she began a deep groan in her throat and stopped kissing though continued tonguing me and breathing shallowly into my mouth. I'd never been so fucked so thoroughly – serviced so completely – in my entire life, I thought, as old memories of orgasms began developing in my tired, middle-aged brain.        

"Nnngh...shiiit, Rachel, I'm...", I panted.

"Yeah, darlin', it's good...I know," she echoed as she fucked me with rabbit-like thrusts.

"Rach...I'm...I'm gonna...".

"Give it to me...baby," she gasped, as – impossibly – her hips quickened their pace. "Give it to me. Give it to me."

"Awww, Gawwwd, Rachel!" I shouted, as the glowing nerves throbbed from my toes to my groin and the long-dormant seed in my balls erupted from my cock and began splashing like a geyser up into her. 

At my first spasm she jammed her tender center down onto me and began sucking inward with muscular movements that I'd previously associated only with her mother. I pumped what seemed like a lifetime of semen into her, and she screamed through her own orgasm as we both lost ourselves in the soft, liquid, slapping rhythms of love. It took minutes for us to stop our thrusting – our moaning – to lapse into a delightful stupor. 

"Rach...baby, I...".

"Oooh, sshhhh," she whispered. "I know. You don't have to say a word. I want to remember this always, 'cause you're mine now." Her eyes had a deep, faraway look in them as she moved up to bury her tongue in my mouth and drool sweetly. Doing so broke the contact at our loins and I felt the hot, copious stream of my semen ooze out of her onto my belly as her pussy rested on my stomach. "All of you!" she emphasized, rising to her knees and scooting down to suck the pools of cum from my navel, then down to once again envelope my cock in her mouth, continuing what was to become an exquisite morning of lovemaking.

We did take a break for lunch...a light salad...over which she told me that she and Denise had argued nearly the entire night after she'd gotten home. "She's a powerful woman, honey," I admitted. "I've never felt as manipulated as I did on Thursday." My sense of discretion precluded my telling her about her mother's poolside fuck with the furniture delivery men the following day.  

"I hate to say this about my mother, Val, but she's a slut. Before I was married she had countless affairs with men from the country club. I came home one afternoon – my father was still alive – and I found her screwing the Mayor...in my father's bed! She told me I'd be sorry if I said a word about it. I didn't, of course. I just got closer to Daddy – becoming almost a wife to him – until after college when I met the man I married. Well, Denise approved of the guy, but one day I walked in on she and my husband as they were fucking! In my father's bed again! My divorce was followed by a nervous breakdown and I started seeing a therapist, whom I still see. But I'm stronger now. I even threatened to slap Denise around last night! I refuse to give you up to her!"

I happened to recall that on many afternoons over the past year, when Rachel was apparently teaching at school, I'd seen city-owned cars and limousines making their way slowly past my driveway entrance, up to her house a mile away on the dead-end road. "She's a disturbed woman, Rachel. Physical violence won't change her behavior."

"That's not the worst of it, Val! When we still belonged to the club she was shameless. We were expelled from membership, by the way, because the wives hated the sexual power she had over men. Anyway, she was hot for the new President, Rocky, a young, handsome club management pro who turned out to be a sleaze. Well, I liked him too, a lot. Matter of fact I was obsessed with him and would've done anything for him I was so crazy in love. Then Denise entered the picture. After they'd screwed for a few weeks, they tried to talk me into having a threesome with them. Gawd, Val, it was awful! Sex with my mother, who'd agreed with him to do it! And I was so lonely, confused and horny I...I almost did! I mean, Daddy was gone! Anyway...he hurt me terribly at the end and I had another emotional breakdown. My therapist practically quarantined me. I stopped playing tennis or sunbathing at the club, or entertaining Denise's men friends with my music."

I was appalled at the damage Denise had done to her daughter, and a bit confused about Rachel's continued references to her relationship with her father. "Well, you're safe now, with me," I said, protectively.

"That's why I want to be with you whenever I can, Val," she said, pleadingly. "I can't live with you...for a while...but can I stay some nights? My therapist says I should respect your feelings for your wife, and...".

The phone rang, interrupting her. "Val? This is Denise. I know Rachel's there, so put her on," she demanded, rudely.

"And what if she chooses not to speak with you?" I asked.

"Goddammit, Val! I know you've probably been fucking half the day away! Gimme my daughter!" she slurred, obviously already into her cocktails.

Rachel knew it was Denise on the other end. She took the handset from me and said, "Yes, Mother? No, we just finished lunch. No, I think I'll stay here tonight. Well, if you need all that, then call Carlotta! We pay her for full-time work anyway! I'm staying, Mother! I'll see you in the morning!" I could only imagine how furious this made Denise as her daughter hung up. I noticed a hint of a smile on Rachel's lips as she walked seductively to me in the nude and embraced me. Her soft, full curves filled my arms as she looked up at me. "Can we take a swim now, Daddy...naked...and play in the pool?" she asked in a small, childish voice. This was no child, though. She'd just won a round in the lifelong match with her duplicitous mother, who'd trained her for years in the fine arts of manipulation, I realized, as she walked out to carefully lower her stunning body into the pool. I wondered if their battles had ever been fought over the attention of Denise's husband. 

I realized that I was being overly-suspicious. I certainly trusted Rachel and – God knows – hungered to once again to feel the joy of long-forgotten orgasms with this loving young woman. I followed her outside, naked as well, and looked down at her in the shallow end. The water lapped at her puffy pink pussy as she walked slowly through the water, looking up at me. She'd undone her pigtails and her rich, blonde mane hung wetly over her shoulders and down her back as her violet eyes scanned my frame. She placed her hands under her full breasts, rolling their stiff, rosy nipples between her fingers, and she murmured, "You need to have me again, don't you, Daddy. Your thing's getting all hard. Nnnnhh, c'mon, I want us to do it in the pool. I want to cum all over you again." 

I began to walk down the broad steps at the shallow end. Her hands on my shins stopped me. "Thought you wanted to play," I said.

"Yeah, but...first I wanta suck you again. Dontcha' want me to suck you? Huh?" she asked, putting on her best wide-eyed, innocent, little-girl look. "C'mon, sit down on the edge and let me be nice to you," she murmured, her eyes flashing devilishly as she sank to her knees on an underwater step. "Nnhn-hnn-hnn," she giggled softly and, smiling, opened her wide mouth and slurped her tongue wetly up the underside of my cock. At its tip she slipped quickly over the glans then, more slowly, engulfed my member 'til it stopped at the back of her mouth. After a deep breath and a few practice swallows, I felt myself gradually sliding down her throat, which was accompanied by a groan from her larynx. My blissful moans echoed each of her groans until I felt as if I'd burst, and she pulled off of me after what must have been fifty slow cycles, trailing streams of mucous and saliva between us. "Mmmm, look at that! What a beautiful cock!" she exclaimed in amazement, as her strong hands jacked me. The crown of my dick was a deep purple, and my aging barb had never looked longer or thicker. Its veins were swollen like thick earthworms just under the skin, and I felt the characteristic numbness in my groin that presages a titanic climax. "I think we're ready to play now, Daddy," she said breathily, as she pulled me to my feet and drew me into the water. "I can tell you really like me," she murmured, leaning over and placing her hands on the edge of the pool. She then mounted one of the underwater steps and raised one leg up to stand on another. I slipped into the water next to her and, looking over one tan shoulder at me as she parted her butt cheeks with one hand, she whispered, "Oh, c'mon, Daddy, you're just like the...oh, never mind...I'm so excited I could scream!"

I was still bothered by her Daddy comments, but that lasted only seconds as I looked down at her perfect, tanned ass. Its pure white strip of skin looked etched...perfectly up her crack and onto her hips...a mute testament to weeks of sunbathing. I slowly played the end of my rod into her dripping cunt. Both of us groaned at first contact. I groaned more at the sheer pleasure of running my hands upward to her small waist and further up to tenderly grasp her pendulous breasts, causing her to back downward onto me. I'd not experienced such a moment since one of the first times my wife and I had made love. It seemed to take a full minute to sink fully into Rachel's tight vagina, bringing from both of us a feral grunt of satisfaction as her insides adapted to my size. "Jeezus!" I gasped, as I took more slow plunges. "So tight, Rach...".

"Awwgh, Gawwd! So...big!" she gasped, enthusiastically. "You...are...perfect! Get...all of me, Daddy...my spot...yeah!...then...all the way...in! Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh...it's so...good!" 



The phone rang again inside and I cursed, "Damn!"

"Don't answer it!" she shouted, almost desperately. "You know who it is, Val. To hell with her!" she exclaimed, increasing her backward thrusts at me. At least she was again calling me by name, rather than Daddy. 

I had no intention of answering it, as Rachel's pussy had begun gripping me and she was extremely wet. Even with the noise of the wavelets around our legs in the pool, we could hear her fleshy wet labia sluicing around my fully plunging prong. Soon she placed her hand between our legs, caressing my cock as it slipped in and out, to flick at her clit and gather her juices, which she periodically brought around to rub onto my laboring dick.

"She's a bitch!" I exhorted, "...a wicked, controlling...!" A sudden spasm of pleasure from the girl's vagina wrenched me from my furious state. 

Rachel was otherwise focused. "I wantcha' to cum...in my mouth...first." The phone rang again, four times. "I love your taste. Then I'll call Mother...and tell her what...I've done...just to...torture her!"

I was momentarily struck by the abject cruelty of her remark, and could only imagine the profound abuses that had placed this adopted child and her mother at such odds. But of course my attention was elsewhere. My hands were at her hourglass waist, pulling her saddle against me as I bottomed out at her cervix with each thrust. Our loins resounded and carried across the water with a plop, plop, plop as we sped our rhythm and our bodies neared the point of release. "Nnnn...Rach, honey, I'm...".

"I know...baby! Me too! Let me...first, then...cum in...mouth...okay? Okay? Okay...oh, yeah! Yeah! Val...jus' fuck me. Sweetie! I'm...Val...Vaaaaal!" She began to thrash as her pussy tightened on me, stirring the water around us in a froth as I reached forward and plucked roughly at her nipples while levering her tanned body back against my thighs, bent in a half crouch. Then she yelled, expelling all the air in her lungs and tension in her physique. When she'd stopped moaning my hips were still driving into her and I expelled a slight choking sound and froze, on the verge of my own climax. 




Rachel's Revenge



She knew what I was doing, as well as what she wanted to do. Hopping off of me, she spun around and I let go with a huge rope of cum which caught her directly in the face. Undaunted, however, both of her hands gripped my cock and she jammed about three inches of it into her mouth to begin sucking my seed down her throat. "Yeah!" I shouted, time and again. "Yeah!" I'd seldom been fellated harder, as she seemed to vacuum my testicles empty of anything resembling semen. She drew on me almost to the point of pain, scanning my eyes as they registered extreme pleasure. Then the pressure softened and she just began to lick me as my rod flagged and began to droop.     

Her mouth was still full of my sperm when she pulled away, stroking me softly. "Look, sweet!" she gurgled, showing me a deep pool of creamy seed that floated over her tongue. Then she gulped, followed by another, smaller swallow. "Just what I wanted!" she beamed, as I fell backward into the water and splashed a few strokes away from her, groaning ecstatically. 

I'd been drained, and said so. "Rachel...it's been years since I've...you know...felt that," I admitted, showing a candor that I'd always hesitated to express to women. 

"You'd better get used to it, honey," she purred. "I'm going home and tending to Mother, then packing a few things, but I'll be back later tonight. Leave the door unlocked and I'll meet you in bed. I can stay 'til Sunday night, okay?" she asked.

From the time she returned that evening until late the next day, the only reason we got out of bed was to eat and use the bathroom. After she left I stripped my bed of the dirty sheets. Our copious juices from over the weekend required not only linen laundering, but an airing-out of my bedroom which, I thought, by the next night would be fresh and ready for more of our play. 

Sometime during mid-Monday morning my doorbell rang unexpectedly. Knowing Rachel was teaching all day, I opened it and was appalled to see Denise standing on the doorstep. Though her body language showed a certain timidity, she looked gorgeous as usual and thus was again disarming. She was hiding behind a huge pair of dark sunglasses, and her luscious body was clothed in a pale yellow tennis dress, sleeveless, with the hem ending at mid-thigh. Her long tan legs ended in a pair of yellow tennis shoes with no socks. Even my undisguised contempt for her was tempered by her sexiness, and I hated myself for being attracted to her.

"Good morning, Denise. How can I help you?" I asked, not inviting her in.

"I know you're probably busy, Val, but could we talk for a few moments? Rachel and I have been having horrible arguments and I need your appraisal of our situation."

She seemed so pitiful and hurt, I thought, and I felt much stronger than I had a few days before. "Okay, Denise. I'll give you a few minutes, but let's go out by the pool. Like some coffee?" I asked, since I was sipping from a mug.

"Mmm, no thanks. I brought a thermos of my drinks," she said, gesturing at her yellow canvas shoulder bag as we walked through the house to my back deck. I wasn't going to trust this woman anywhere near a bedroom, particularly if she was planning on drinking. So, we sat outside in two cushioned chairs...and talked, with me directing the conversation for once. 

"Rachel and I are going to spend a lot more time together," I said.

"She's told me, and...I want to apologize for being so blatantly forward with you," she responded, as she poured herself a cup of pink liquid from her thermos. 

"It's not just that, Denise. It's the whole business about her ex-husband and...and, Rocky, the former club President...and even your dead husband!"

"I was in love with Rocky," she said softly, crossing her lovely legs. "Picture a middle-aged woman, Val, still able to attract men, but deathly afraid of ending up a wrinkled, unloved old crone. When Rocky met Rachel he became fascinated and used me as his tool to get to her. He tried everything – including blackmail – to get all three of us in bed together."

"So she says. Thank God she was stable enough to rebel against incest," I interjected.

She riveted me with a look and didn't say a thing for several seconds. Then, "Uhh, yes...thank God. Rocky was very persuasive. Evil, in fact, since he used the club to satisfy his every desire, and those of his inner circle...his family. Finally he was asked to leave, after we left, because of social as well as financial improprieties." She re-crossed her legs the other way, affording me a glimpse of her yellow thong, slightly visible as it barely covered the labia that my imagination told me still beckoned to me from under her skirt. My groin throbbed quickly at the tempting sight.

"You didn't leave the club, Denise. You were expelled because of your sexual escapades!" I stated, sounding like a puritanical judge who'd been caught lusting after a wanton woman.

"I admit to some indiscretions," she said. "But that's all over now. The bottom line is that if I'm losing my daughter to you, we should at least be friends...truly." She poured a second cup of cocktails as punctuation to her statement. 

"What sort of friends?" I asked. "And would you please take off your sunglasses? I can't see your eyes."

She removed her shades and I saw her blackened left eye. Before I could say anything, she said, "Rachel and I had an argument, and I lost. Now, to answer your question, we can be legitimate friends. We can have dinner, drinks, entertain together, go to concerts! I'll try to keep my hands off of you. Agreed?" she asked, as she sipped at her second drink. 

"Agreed," I said, shocked that Rachel would batter her mother but convinced that Denise didn't wish to discuss it. I tried flattery instead, just to mask my surprise. "You know, of course, that I can't imagine you ever becoming a wrinkled, unloved old crone."

"That's sweet of you, honey. I'll say this of my adopted daughter, she's found one of the better, yummy, guys I've ever met, right here!" she exclaimed, finishing off her drink. "Now, I'd better get going, before I drop to my knees and blow you. What would that do for our newly re-fashioned friendship?" she asked, as she placed her thermos back into her shoulder bag. 

I got to my feet and turned away to lead her back through the house to the front door. "Future visits should probably be when Rachel is here," I cautioned. "It'll be best for us all."

"Of course, Val. But right now's not the future." My puzzlement ceased as she leaned up to me and gave me one of the softest, most gentle kisses I'd ever experienced, and the only one from her. At the end there was just a hint of her tongue touching my lower lip, then she was gone. I had two opposing thoughts: we'd made some progress at being just friends, and – dammit – I wished that she had dropped to her knees and blown me. 

I walked back through the house and onto the deck again, feeling all mushy inside, and dropped onto one of the chairs, ruminating about Denise's changed attitude. Five minutes passed before I looked at the chair where she'd been sitting. At the back of its seat was a videocassette with a single label on its face. It read, "R&R." I looked at the black plastic case and broke into a sweat. What was on it? I wondered. What sneaky, underhanded trick had she played on me this time? My mouth was dry and I was suddenly nervous. Though it wasn't yet noon, I felt that I needed a drink. I rose without touching the tape and went to the kitchen, poured myself a double scotch over ice, and returned to the deck to stare at the object. It might as easily have been infected with Anthrax, I was so hesitant to pick it up. But of course my curiosity won out, as Denise knew it would. I picked up the cassette – a four-hour tape – and walked inside to my den, turned on the VCR, and prepared to watch what was on it.

It was obviously an edited dub from another tape shot with multiple cameras. Rocky appeared on the screen, wearing shorts and a Hawaiian shirt as he worked at a computer in his office. There was a knock on the door. "Come in!" he said, and my heart sank as I saw Rachel slip quietly in and ask if she was bothering him. "Not at all, baby," he said. "I saw you sunning yourself at the pool from the balcony." The long-distance camera showed a small deck outside his second-floor office. "I'm just wrapping up some minutes from last night's Board meeting," he said. The audio quality was excellent, indicating to me that he'd bugged his office liberally with several high tech microphones.

My pulse began racing as I saw Rachel wander around his office, trailing her fingers along shelves and tables that indicated her familiarity with the terrain. She was outrageously beautiful, with an exquisite tan, set off by her platinum ponytail and a very brief, white bikini. Her body was a study in wanton bronze, with her nipples extending almost rudely through the material covering the firm flesh of her breasts. Her high, fleshy butt made my mouth water as she traipsed about Rocky's office, obviously trying to attract his attention. Her pelvic creases flexed open and closed as she walked, inviting fingers, tongues...Gawd, cocks, I thought, to the hot, moist crotch between them that was barely covered by her bathing suit. Without words she seemed to be saying, Fuck me. 

Finally, she sighed, growing tired of Rocky ignoring her. Walking behind him as he sat on his armless computer operator's chair, she fiddled with his hair behind his ear, obviously tickling him.

"Rachel! I'm busy!" he complained. There was a knock on the door. "Come in!" he called, and a young man of about 25 entered. "Mickey!" greeted the club President. 

"Hey, bro...thought I'd say hi and thanks for the guest pass." The guy named Mickey was about six feet tall, 185 pounds, darkly handsome and very well built, wearing only swim trunks. He looked as if he spent all his time in a gym. "Who's this?" he asked, gesturing toward Rachel.

"Uuhh...this is Rachel. Rachel, meet my brother, Mickey. I was just explaining to her what the Board decided last night...about the new member code of conduct."

"Really. Hi, Rachel! Gotta say you were hard to miss downstairs at the pool. My big brother here told me a hot girl with your name was one of the up-and-coming ladies in the club! He was right on!" exclaimed Mickey, oozing charm through his cynical smile. Rachel blushed and her right leg lolled back and forth on her toes, opening and closing as she absorbed Mickey's appreciative appraisal of her voluptuous, bikini-clad body.  

"Okay, little bro, give us a while 'til we...uhh... finish our business, then we can get together...maybe have a drink," said Rocky, winking at the young man as he hunched over his computer keyboard.

"Sure, Rock. Didn't mean to interrupt," he chuckled, eyeing Rachel as she moved sexily toward Rocky to lay a hand on his shoulder as the brother turned to leave. The minute the door closed she swooped down on Rocky, wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, and whispered something in his ear.

"Well, of course he's cute! He's my little brother!" he said, conceitedly. I s'pose you wanta fuck him too!" 

"Rocky! Nooo!" she bleated, as he swung his chair around and started tickling her, causing a cascade of giggles.

He was tweaking her breasts now, and running his fingers down her tummy and between her legs, bringing on squeals of delight. "Huh? You wanta fuck my little brother? Huh?" he pressed, continuing his teasing until she stepped close to him – still giggling – and straddled his knees to clutch his head to her heaving breasts. The move prompted him to reach behind her back and untie her bikini top in one quick move, releasing her fleshy globes in his face.

I forced myself to hit the pause button on the VCR remote. The static images on the screen froze on a close-up of Rocky's lips engulfing one of Rachel's stiff, pink nipples as she brought his mouth to her tit with one hand behind his head. She was now seated on his lap, facing him, with her face turned rapturously toward the ceiling. Her eyes were closed and she was smiling. Her gorgeous neck in profile showed her jugular pumping hot blood. I felt slightly sick to my stomach, jealous of not being the one to bring her such bliss. The ice cubes rattled noisily in my glass as I gulped down its contents and rose to refill it.

What am I doing? asked the clean side of myself, ashamed of my voyeurism. Rachel had told me she'd been obsessed with this guy after her divorce. Why not just return the tape to Denise, with a mandate to stop messing with my mind? The dirty side said: It's fun to watch dirty movies! She's over him now. Why not watch the tape? You're fascinated with the girl. You might learn something more about her! 

The dirty side won.

I punched the pause button again and the action recommenced. Rocky was slobbering all over Rachel's breasts and she was stripping him of his shirt as she panted feverishly. She then began struggling with the belt on his shorts. "Easy, baby...easy," he soothed, and rose off his chair so she could unfasten his clothing which dropped to the floor, revealing a half-erect cock of sizable proportions. "Want some o' this?" he asked quietly, teasingly, as he fisted his prick a few times.

Rachel issued a small cry and bent over to gobble his member, mewling as her pink lips covered its tan length. He was hard in an instant and sat back down on his chair, as she knelt between his legs to continue sucking him. "Mmmm...baby...your hot mouth is too much...but I've gotta fuck you." She continued sucking 'til he said sharply, "Stand up, Rachel! I wanta fuck you!" which she did, at which point he stripped her bikini thong from her hips, leaving her naked. "Now, c'mere," he growled, pulling her to him by her hips so that she once again straddled his legs in the armless chair. "That's it, sweetheart. Now come down on me...real slow," he said, pushing down slightly on both of her hips. She reached one hand between her legs to guide him, then suddenly moaned ecstatically as he snaked up inside her and their thighs met. 

"Ohhh...Rockyyyyyy," she gasped, then kissed him deeply as he gingerly manipulated her breasts. I watched with lurid fascination as she raised off him countless times, then thrust quickly downward with a plop, each time squeezing her butt cheeks together and grinding her pelvis forward against his pubis. They fucked this way for perhaps five minutes, their groaning mouths grinding together as their tongues traded places, while the crescendo of Rachel's moans increased to the point of screams. 

"Sshhh, baby, somebody'll hear you," said Rocky. "C'mon...up on the desk," he said, brusquely breaking her mood and lifting her bodily to lay her on her back. For one brief moment he looked directly at the camera and adjusted her position. He obviously knew the exact angle he wanted for maximum recorded exposure of their rutting. Then he began thrusting into her shallowly, grunting, "Okay, sweetie, now you can do it. C'mon, little girl, gimme one o' your big, squirtin' cums!" as his hips accelerated their noisy, slapping tattoo against her sumptuous saddle. 

I felt nauseous as I watched this man's prick dig into the soft pinkness of Rachel's drooling pussy. He roughly placed the crooks of his arms at the backs of her knees and spread her wide open to dig so deeply into her that his scrotum slapped against her anus. Her cute little wedged sandals bounced up and down on her shapely feet and I remembered her recently saying that such shoes made her taller and feel sexier. More poignant was the fact that I'd recently worshipped the soft, shapely contours of the puffy vulva that on screen were now being gored by a guy I'd never met. The curious blend of anger and lust that this tape had awakened seemed to make me want her even more than I had before. Had she been with me at that moment probably I would have acted as savagely as Rocky was treating her. So I continued watching as a close-up showed her clasping labia emit clear streams of her juice out around his cock to run slowly down her crack and coat his desk.

At some point Rocky looked quickly toward the door of his office, as if reacting to a knock, then turned his attention back to Rachel. He seemed to speed his plunges, perhaps adding a twist of the hip to them, until finally he released her legs and scooted her further toward the center of the desk. Bringing her legs together around his impaled cock, he then placed his thighs outside hers and began rapidly sawing in and out, grinding his member across her clit. This drove her crazy and she began thrashing her head back and forth. She yelped like a small puppy and clawed at his back in a frenzy as an orgasm began roiling through her.

He quickly reacted, pulling away her arms and pinioning them flat to the desk on either side of her head. She opened her eyes then and froze, as a mid-range camera picked up Rocky's younger brother, standing naked a few feet away, stroking the full length of his impressive prick. "My Gawd, Rocky...Nooooooo!" she wailed in mid-climax, struggling against his captive grips on her. Then to Mickey she plead, "Oh, Mickey, please don't...I beg you!"

"Sshhh, babeeee, do this for me," soothed Rocky. "This is my baby brother! You said he was cute! He doesn't meet many honeys like you! Let's give 'im a li'l taste. I'll be right here with you!" he oozed, with all the charm of a viper.

"But Rocky! I'm here for you! And I'm scared! I don't wanta...", wheedled Rachel, whose hips were still moving against those of her lover. 

"It's okay, sugar! It's okay! C'mon up here an' lemme hold you," he said, pulling her off the desk and once again hooking his arms behind her knees as he stood. She groaned as she sank fully onto his cock and wrapped her arms around his neck for support. "See! Still here!" he grinned, turning halfway around and sitting on the edge of the desk. Then, to his brother he said, "Mick...in the right hand drawer...lube...go for it!"  

It was as if Rachel didn't hear...or didn't want to hear. Instead, she locked her lips to Rocky's mouth and moaned as she tongued him, all the while her humping vagina was swallowing his rampant erection. When Mickey touched her she flinched nervously as his hands reached around to envelop her breasts. He'd lubricated his cock and it pressed upward along her crack as he leaned forward to nibble and kiss the side of her neck, causing her to shiver. Then, with one hand, he slid the end of his prick up and down, locating the little pink star of her anus, which made her groan. Her plunging onto Rocky suddenly stopped, indicating to me that she might be allowing Mickey access to her bowels.   

She broke from her kissing Rocky and grunted deeply in her throat, "Oooohh, Mickey...please be gentle...please be, aaaaaa-aaanngh!" Her protracted groan and his slow, uninterrupted penetration of her colon brought the two muscular, olive-skinned men together, making a sandwich of Rachel's succulent flesh. "Aaaawwgh, dear Gawd!" she cried, as Rocky lifted his butt from the desk to stand, and the two brothers hoisted the beautiful little blonde into their strong, two-sided embrace. Rocky held her under her legs, and Mickey held up her luscious buttocks as he speared between them with his long, slick cock. I watched, transfixed, as the three of them undulated together for at least ten minutes, with Rachel panting and groaning, some of it no doubt from pain.

"Like it, baby?" grunted Rocky, as he dug into her vagina on alternate strokes with his brother. "Course you do! But...tell me...is it the best?"

Rachel only groaned as she was pummeled between their two bodies.

"C'mon, babe, family pride! I gotta know! Otherwise I'll tell everybody in the club what a little butt-fucking slut you are!" 




Rachel's Revenge



Rachel is 18 years old, she's always been socially awkward, but has managed to make several friends with similar interests as her, such as video games, anime and manga, and sci-fi movies. They were frequently pick-on by the "High School Elite", but with the school year ending, their terrorizing has increased. She has boy-cut, asymmetrical brown hair, glasses, and large front teeth, giving her the nickname rabbit-Rachel.

Zach is the lead defense on the school's football team. He has dark brown hair and hazel eyes, he's dated the dumbest cheerleader in school because she's easy to get with, there's plenty rumors they've fucked in all the bathrooms at school.

After school let out, Zach stalked Rachel a few blocks away from the school, walked up to her and her friend Amber, but he only spoke to Rachel. He pulled the Star Wars messenger bag off her shoulder, dropping it on the ground.

"Why won't you leave me alone? You've annoyed me all year, get a life already."

"Why get a life when I can get all your shit and make you fail the finals coming up?"

"Give my books back!" she yelled, as he walked away with her bag. She followed suit, but once he began running, there was no catching up.

"So now what?" Amber asked, with a lisp from the gathering saliva in her mouth due to her braces.

"I guess I'll wait 'til tomorrow. no way would he want to keep books in his house, I doubt he has any, his parents would get suspicious." They laughed and parted their ways home.

When Zach went to his room, he plopped her messenger bag on his bedroom floor. He turned his TV on, but saw a book slip out the front pocket of her bag.

"Not that stupid anime shit." He picked up the manga and flipped it open.

"You're reading it the wrong way? You even have to read this shit weird." He turned the manga to face left, and flipped through the pages. It was a tentacle-hentai manga.

"What the fuck? Yo, this is so~ freaky." 

He continued looking at the images of the anime-girl with disproportionate breasts getting wrapped up and fucked by a giant alien squid. It turned him on, so he continued flipping the pages. When he noticed his boner he thought to himself "oh well." The girl's shirt was being torn as her arms and legs were spread open by four other tentacles and another was lifting her skirt up, showing her virgin vagina. The next page had tentacles squeezing her breasts individually and stuffing her vagina, but the look on her face was both scared and enjoying it. The squid had inked (or ejaculated) on top of her head, enough to soak her body and make her skirt melt off. He flipped the page to see her humiliated face as she looked upon the pathetic remains of her clothes and being stranded on the roof of her school, dripping in alien cum. This was what made Zach really wanna cum, so he grabbed the garbage can in his room and squirted in it. His orgasms always has two blasts of cum, the second bigger than the first.

The next day before class, he gave Rachel her bag back. "Here ya go, rabbit-Rachel." he said throwing it at her. She ignored his comments and proceeded to class. Before the teacher started his lesson, she checked to make sure nothing was missing. "Oh no. My manga!" she screamed in her brain. Her heart was beating hard. "Maybe I didn't have it that day. Maybe it's still in my locker." but alas, it was not there. She crossed her fingers hoping it was in her room.

She started home by herself that afternoon, keeping an eye out for Zach, who had been waiting for her outside the fence. 

"Looking for something?" he asked, waving the manga in his hand. Her palms started to get sweaty.

"Look, just give it back and we can forget anything ever happened."

"Nah, I like seeing how sick and depraved you freaky nerds are. If you want it back, you'll have to come to my house and get it." As he walked away, she realized there was nothing she could do, her manga, and her dignity, were gone swiftly. 

Zach would never admit how attracted he was to Rachel. She was smart, clumsy, cute, and her big teeth were an even bigger turn-on. During this time of year she'd wear tank-tops to school. Even though her breasts were small, she had some cleavage showing, and her ass was rather nice, from what he can see under her baggy jeans. Rachel called Amber and told her what happened.

"Oh~ that's so~ embarrassing! I can't believe it! D'you think he liked it? He must have if he kept it." Amber asthma-chuckled at the thought.

"But I need it back, what if he shows everyone? I'll just die of humiliation." tears started to roll down her face.

"Wait, we can get it back, what if I come with you to his house to get it back? We can kick his ass together." Lisped Amber.

"I don't think 10 of us can kick his ass. He's so strong. And big." Rachel wasn't into the body-builder type, much less was she into dumb body-builders, but he still looked good with brown hair and hazel eyes. His perfect teeth reminded her of how ugly hers were.

"Hold on, hold on! How about we show him what it's like being picked on all these years?"

"What do you mean?"

"We can get Ivonne to join us. She's got all those fetish things she collects. How is she even allowed to have those?" Rachel ignored the question to see where she was going.

"Okay, never mind. But seriously, the two of us alone may not accomplish much, but with Ivonne, she can help give him a piece of our mind."

Ivonne is the typical quiet gothic girl guys went crazy for, but were too afraid to talk to out of fear of getting their souls eaten. She did taxonomy for a hobby, collecting road kill, turning them into stuffed animals, and selling them online. She would hide black ropes, a couple non-human dildos, handcuffs, hoods and more in the back of her monochrome-filled closet. That evening, they met up at Ivonne's house in her back yard. Her mom gave everyone a glass of lemonade as they played Uno. When she was gone, they talked about what they were going to do to Zach.

"So, you want me to give you guys all my sexy shit and waste it on a dick-head like him? His dumb-ass rock of a head better not break anything." Ivonne rolled her eyes as she threw down a card.

"Oh you can be there to supervise. We'll need you to help us tie him down anyway." Amber replied. Rachel still left in the dark. "You have the most experience with this," Ivonne cut off Amber. 

"You know, Zach is a pretty big guy, we may have to trick him into this."

That night Rachel knocked on Zach's door with Amber and Ivonne by her side. 

"Hey Rachel, what are they both doing here?"

"We're here to make sure you give her book back like you promised." Amber lisped.

"Alright, well my parents are sleeping, so be quiet."

They stepped in the house and went up the stairs to his room. He pushed Amber and Ivonne back before closing his bedroom door, leaving just him and Rachel alone.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Look Rachel, I know I've been a total bastard, but I actually really liked your manga, but I didn't wanna say it in front of your friends." Zach blurted, turning a shade of pink. Rachel didn't know what to say to this.

"Oh. Y-yeah, there's a whole series."

"Can I ask you, if you could, would you wanna..." Zach's voice drifted for a couple seconds as he glanced down. He looked directly in her eyes when he asked "Reenact anything?"

Rachel's eyes widened, her whole countenance shifted. She thought to herself "This is too easy."

"I know, but you're really pretty, even if your teeth make you look like a rabbit. It's sexy, actually. And if you want your manga back, I want something in return." Zach stated, unzipping his pants. He pulled out his penis and stroked it to make it harder.

"He just made an ultimatum; we need to step in now!" Ivonne told Amber, as she had been listening through the door. They entered, Ivonne with her rope in her hands.

"Whoa, You mean I get to have three girls in one night? This book must mean a lot to you." Zach teased.

Ivonne tackled Zach onto his bed as Amber and Rachel held his arms down. She pulled his pants off and tied a rope around his neck, then connected it to his penis, then tied his ankles with enough rope between them to spread apart, but not enough to walk.

"What the fuck?!"

"Shhh, your parents are sleeping, remember?" Amber smiled as she stuffed two bandanas in his mouth with the football mascot on it.

His arms tied behind him, he couldn't move much, but the series of rope made a beautiful macabre image.

"Wow, that's intense!" Rachel commented.

"Yeah, this is an erotic-asphyxiation knot, when he moves his head around, he gives himself a boner, like the self-centered shit-bag he is."

Rachel stared at his boner, veins protruding, pre-cum glistening out of the tip. Ivonne took some pictures.

"You see Zach? this way if you tell anyone about Rachel's hentai, we'll show everyone these pictures. Got it?"

Zach nodded, making his boner stiffer. Ivonne handed Rachel a riding crop. 

"Here you are, and here's a pair of scissors for when you're done. Give my stuff back whenever you can," 

Rachel glanced at her backpack sitting on the floor behind her. 

"Oh, and one more thing," She turned around, and set up a live-streaming camera. "Smile, you're on the big screen!" Ivonne and Amber headed to leave the room.

Rachel took the crop and dragged it from his neck to his ball sack, then swiftly cracked it on his testicles. His screams were muffled, and his head jerked in pain. She pulled him up from his back, and demanded him to stand still. She slapped him in the face with her bare hand. 

"That's for stealing my stuff. How about we 'reenact' some of my favorite scenes?" She opened up the manga to a scene where the squid was strangling the girl and ripped her clothes. She first showed it to the camera, and then to him.

"How about this one?"

Zach muffled an answer.

"I can't understand you, you'll have to nod or shake your head." She said as she rubbed his cock head. His eyes began to water as he realized there was no escaping this. His image was already being viewed by how many people? Old people? His football team? Soccer moms? Were Amber and Ivonne watching right now? Zach shook his head, which tickled his shaft, which appeared to be redder in color from being irritated by the rope.

"Let's see what our public has to say about that." She checked the live stream, with an active chat box.

"I can't disappoint our fans now, right? These people are probably paying for this, customer satisfaction first."

Rachel thought about that for a second; people may actually be paying for this. I'm an internet porn star. ME. I actually am the porn. Her hands began to shake a little, but she pushed her fears aside as she stood up on the bed with the riding crop choking him, holding one end with one hand and the other in her mouth, and cut open his heather-grey t-shirt with the scissors, tracing the blades along his chest with their cold ferocity. She smacked his chest with the crop, and opened up the manga again.

"You doggy-eared this page, no bueno." She showed the damage to the camera and wiggled her finger in disapproval. She showed the image to the public and watched the chat box blaze up.

"It seems like you liked this scene a lot. Ayumi-chan is getting a real ass-load." She fumbled through Ivonne's bag she had left at her disposal, and alas, a tentacle-shaped rubber dildo was in there with a dial on the bottom to vibrate.

The dildo was oozing something when she grabbed it, so she squeezed it harder and showed it to the camera. Out of the tip was lubricant that smelled like oranges. 

"Awkward, but okay." Rachel said to herself. 

She gently stuffed it in Zach's anus, the suckers giving a unique sensation, and the curves of the tentacle massaged his prostate. He had never had anything in his ass before today, but when she turned on the vibration his screams of pleasure were hardly muffled by the bandana.

Rachel removed her clothes, pushed Zach back on the bed and rode his cock. She eased her way onto him, but after she adjusted to his size, the rope was pushed all the way to the base of his shaft, where Rachel's lips were just touching. She removed her shirt and thought to herself "Fuck whoever is watching." She left her black bra on, she didn't feel the need to take it off, she was getting what she wanted, not him.

This was her first time having sex and not only was she doing it with a guy who very well may be out of her league, but she was on top of him AND it was on camera. She was embarrassed at the thought of her virginity being publicly viewed, but she was so horny, at this point she couldn't care less. She turned slightly to the side to cover his mouth as she bounced harder on him, her pussy juices dripping on his abdomen. She was so tight and he was so deep in her he was damn near about to cum. When she heard his panting getting faster, she stood up and moved the camera to the night stand next to them. She stopped the vibrator and sat him up so he can watch her. She gripped his cock and vigorously masturbated him, when she squeezed his balls he came ropes of hot sperm all over her chest, coating her nipples. Zach was dizzy with pleasure and fell back on the bed. She grabbed his football jersey and wiped her chest clean, then turned off the camera.

Rachel cut the rope around his neck; it naturally slipped off his penis as it began to shrink back. She set his arms free and took the bandanas out of his mouth, but he was too tired to speak or move. She watched him begin to fall asleep as she got dressed, grabbed her manga and Ivonne's bag before listening at the door to make sure nobody in the house woke up. The coast was clear, and with one final look at Zach, she left the house as quietly as she could.

The high school finals began, so Zach and Rachel didn't see each other again until graduation day. They all had their caps and gowns and went back in the school after taking pictures with their families for a graduation party. Rachel had been eating cake with Amber until she heard Zach's voice ask 

"Can I sign your year book?"

Rachel hesitated, smiled, and replied "Sure you can."

She flipped open the back cover, and signed his in return with "Enjoy your summer."

Zach thanked her and returned back to his friends.

"Oh, I think he misses you." Amber said to her. When Rachel checked his signature it said "I hope I get to see you over the summer." with his phone number below the message. She smiled to herself and took another bite of cake.