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What Cums Around, Goes Around

By: MagicWand



I had plan, a plan to correct the injustice of the past. My father, Samuel James Gorman worked like a slave for many years and tonight he may not get even, but he will get his revenge. He works for William Trent and they were best friends in High School. The Trent family at the time was the wealthiest in town. Will's father, Charles, owned Trent electronics, the largest TV and radio store in our town. His father would give his son and my dad jobs during the summer at the store. 

Of course Will was mostly inside sales help while my father sweated it out in the loading dock for half the money. My dad didn't mind much since he needed the money. He had a girl in school he really liked, Heather March, they had a few dates and she said they could go to the senior prom together. So my dad saved every penny so he could rent a tux for that evening. 

During the new fall term and senior year things changed. Heather became more beautiful and filled out in all the right places. Will took notice too and soon enough Heather gave into his advances and they both went to the prom together while my father sat home.

Eventually Will took over Trent Electronics, married Heather and hired my dad to help him. My father suggested opening a second store and worked out a deal with a small manufacturing company to sell there new computers called Apple. In ten years they opened 35 stores nationally and when they opened them in Canada and Europe they changed the name to Trent International.

My father made that company but it was Will that controlled the stock. When he took the company public he gave my father only 500 shares of stock. My father had the title of Vice President of Marketing, but others were promoted and paid more.

I hated Will Trent his wife, his perfect life and the fact that he stole the life my father should have had. My dad is too mild mannered and good natured to see this. Whenever I bring it up, usually after a beer or two, he tells me that he is happy and feels no animosity toward Trent. I know different. Although he loved my mother before her death a few years ago, I have seen the way he looks at Heather Trent, probably the same way he looked at her when he was just 18.

Well now I am 19 and I will get my father's due. The beginnings of my plan hatched 9 months ago when I was drunk. I stole a car and stared at the bright shinny Trent International store on Shepherd St. I aimed the car right through the front window. Needless to say, this was not my part of the plan, that came when I was sent to jail for 6 months and met Nicky and Lou. They took a liking to me and being professional felons they took me under their wing.

When I was released I apologized to my father and he made me promise him to go the straight and narrow way. He got me a job at Trent International working the mail room at the corporate headquarters. Every day at work I saw the portrait of the Trent family in the lobby. Will and Heather Trent as well as their 20 year old son, Chip and their 18 year old daughter, Sandra. Both children went to fancy private schools, Sandra was beautiful, and my father told me she was the spitting image of Heather at that age. The guys in the mail room tell me she is the biggest bitch and snob on the planet.

All this time I was planning and the final straw fell. In the mail room I heard some executives talking how Chip upon graduation of Yale this summer was going to take over as VP for Marketing and my father would be forced into retirement.

Will was going to break the news gently to my father tonight; he had invited him over for dinner with his family. 

As I drove my father to the Trent estate he recognized something was on my mind. He asked if everything was okay. I admit I was slightly nervous, and constantly looked in the rearview mirror to make sure the car with Nicky and Lou was still behind us.

We entered the iron gate and both cars slipped in. My father did not notice and we walked to the door, as it swung open. The butler, a short middle aged Mexican, greeted us. As we walked in my, my father exchanging pleasantries with Will and Heather, the butler fell back to the floor. Nicky and Lou, wearing ski masks, pushed there way into the house bearing pistols.

"No one make a sound and no one will get hurt " menaced Nicky

Mr. Trent started to protest but Lou pulled out a nasty large black pistol and pointed it at Trent's nose.

"Like I was saying, no noise, do what we say and no one gets hurt." Lou ushered us all into the formal sitting room. Nicky then pulled out some rope and started tying all the men's hands behind their backs, the women he tied their hands in front, no one seemed to notice the difference they all stared at Lou's gun and whispered "please no". 

Nicky went into the kitchen and pulled out a plump Mexican woman, she turned out to be the butler's wife. I was the last to be tied and as according to plan, I turned on Nicky and punched him in the face. I leaped toward Lou and the gun but I missed and Lou hit me in the back of the head with the pistol butt and I fell, pretending to be unconscious.

"Any more heroics like that and the survivors will be planning funerals, if you all survive"

Nicky asked where the cash and jewelry was and Trent easily gave in and directed Nicky to the upstairs master bedroom. When he came back down with his pockets stuffed and carrying some socks. He then placed a rolled up sock into each person's mouth.

"okay folks, we are now going to play a game. It's called 'how not to go to jail' and this is how it's played...."

Nicky then took out a camera while Lou tucked the gun into his jeans and pulled out a sharp switch blade knife.

"You see we take some embarrassing, incriminating photo's which get released to your friends, family and co-workers should we get arrested and one of you testify against us."

Lou then walked over to Heather Trent and cut the straps to her dress and slit it down the front. He then slashed the bra and panties and she was naked. I was still feigning unconscious but had to squint an eye open to watch. For a 40 yr old woman with two kids, she looked fabulous. Obviously she had some breast work done, maybe even a face lift, but I started to get a boner, luckily I was lying face down.

Lou then went to the daughter, Sandra, everyone was gagged but you can see their faces turning red with protest. Nicky reminded them that a little humility was better than a little dead.

In moments, everyone was stripped naked and sitting on the floor. Only I was untied and clothed and pretending to be unconscious. Nicky took some pictures he then instructed the butler and my father to sit on the couch. He pulled Heather by her hair and forced her in front of the two men. He pulled out the sock from her mouth and pushed her head into the butler's crotch.

"Now Mrs. Trent, you suck his cock while I take some pictures and if you don't I will have Lou shoot your son in his head."

Lou produced the gun again and put the barrel of the pistol to Chip's head. Heather turned to see.

"Please no, you have want you came for just leave us all alone"

"Listen up whore" Nicky shouted. "suck his dick or your son is dead.....NOW!"

Heather looked at the flaccid cock and tears rolled down her cheeks as she bent her head into his crotch and took it into her mouth. The butler soon became hard but before he could cum Nicky pulled her away then into the crotch of my father. Heather did not protest, she looked up at my father's eyes and mouthed the words "I am sorry". My father's cock was already hard from watching her suck off the butler and she swallowed his cock. It seemed to me she was doing a better job than on the butler. My father, always the gentleman turned his head away and up toward the ceiling occasionally closing his eyes and enjoying the blow job.

Nicky looked over at Sandra "little girl you better watch and take notes cause your up next"

At that Heather stopped sucking and said, "no leave her alone"

"Or what?" laughed Nicky

"I'll do anything you say, please just leave her alone"

"Hmmm okay get on this guys cock and fuck him till he cums in your pussy"

"If I do that you will leave her alone?"

Nicky then grabbed her by the hair lifting her up.

"Get on his cock bitch and fuck him...there are no deals...this is my rules"

He pushed her onto my dad and she then put his cock into her pussy and started to move up and down on it. She then lifted her arms over his head and around his neck. She moved quicker and quicker she leaned into my dad as he bowed his head into her large breasts. Mr. Trent had turned his head and had his eyes closed. Sandra was crying had her head in her wrist tied hands. Chip's face was red with anger but he had pulled up his knees to hide the erection he was sporting. The Mexican help were all watching passively as if a movie they had seen many times before.

Heather moved up his cock faster now and it was obvious that she was having and orgasm as her body arched back and hair cascaded back over her shoulders side to side. My father let loose a groan as his cum entered the woman he had wanted all those many years ago. I was happy to fulfill his dream, but I wanted more.

Nick took some more pictures and then pulled her off him and pushed her back into the crotch of the butler.

"Now finish sucking him off if you don't want your daughter doing it"

Heather bent into his lap again and started sucking his cock. My father's cum was dripping down her leg as she did so. Nicky then took the butler's wife, the cook and pushed her to her knees and into Mr. Trent's crotch.

"Only fair if the Mrs gets to enjoy your man, you enjoy hers. Now start sucking or else". The cook slowly took the cock into her mouth and slowly moved it in and out. 

"Hey looky here....junior's got a hard on ha ha ha" laughed Lou

Nicky walked over to Chip and stood over him.

"Well son don't be ashamed of that, you are a man after all. Tell you what since you've been so cooperative I'll help you out. Who would you like a blow job from...the cook? Oops she's a little busy, how about your sister...or maybe you prefer a man...how about my buddy, he likes young boys like you.... choose."

Chip just stared at Nicky defiantly.

"Son you choose or I will choose for you....and I don't think you will like my choice"

Chip then quickly nodded to his sister and looked down in shame. Sandra struggled to stand and fight but Lou roughly took hold of her shoulders and threw her to the floor in front of Chip.

At that moment the butler shot his sperm into Heather's mouth and she gagged spitting it out.

"You said you wouldn't touch her" she spitting out the rest of the butlers cum.

"Shit lady, I ain't touching her, your son is the one that wanted her. Believe me, if it were me touching her I'd fuck that fine ass of hers."

Nicky then pulled Heather next to her daughter and told her to watch and give her pointers. Nicky hit Sandra in the head to get her going. Chip was trying to talk through his gag in show of resistance but I think it was just an act. Sandra took his cock in her mouth by just passed her lips. It was obvious this was the first time she had ever given a blow job. 

Lou smirked "hey she needs lessons"

"I think your daughter needs some lessons...show her how its done" Nicky then pulled up Sandra's head and pushed Heather's into her son's cock. 

"No this is perverse"

"yeah...almost as perverse as having your husband's balls cut off by a mad man"

Heather looked up and Lou was standing over husband with the switch blade. She then cried again and started sucking her son's cock. Unlike my dad, Chip watched attentively as his mother sucked him off. Nicky then pulled her head back and pushed his sister into his cock.

"Do it just like your mum or else" said Nicky.

Sandra then took his entire cock into her mouth and started sucking it just like her mom did. The entire time Nicky was taking pictures. Meanwhile the cook was still sucking off the master of the house. Nicky dragged my father from the couch and put him behind Sandra. 

"I want you to coax her by licking her cunt and do it good or I'll kill the Mrs."

My father complied and pushed his mouth and his tongue into this 18 year old virgin. Chip was leaning his head back now enjoying the sucking his sister was giving him. Sandra was moaning into the cock she was sucking. Her pussy was betraying her giving her tingling feelings and becoming moist. I opened my eyes open now watching my dad's dick getting hard again. Nicky then pushed him behind Heather and told him to fuck her. This time he did not put up any pretension of fighting it. He crawled behind Heather and started fucking her from behind.

"Hmm I still have some shots left in the camera. Ah, lets get dad involved."

Nicky then grabbed Mr. Trent by his hair and pushed him behind his daughter.

"Since the other guy is busy fucking your wife, you need to take his place and eat out your daughter"

Trent was a broken man, when Nicky removed the gag from his mouth he no longer put up a fight instead he crept up and started licking out his daughter. She was obviously beginning to enjoy it as she moved her hips into him.

"Time to take her virginity or her life daddy" smiled Nicky as Lou held the pistol to her head.

Trent then slowly took his cock and inserted it through her pussy lips. Sandra lifted her head Chip's cock making a popping noise as it came out from her mouth "Oh no daddy duuu...awwwe...no daddy...ohhh ahhh"

Trent paid his daughter no heed. He continued to deflower her slowly thrusting his hips into her smooth round ass. Nicky pushed her head into Chips cock again and she continued to suck him off as her father fucked her from behind.

Everything had gone according to plan. His father was fucking his high school sweetheart from behind and right next to him his boss was fucking his young daughter. Chip spewed his jism into his sister's mouth but she was so enthralled in the fucking she paid it no mind and swallowed it all.

Next to cum was her father and he slammed his dick hard into her tender cunt. He collapsed on his daughter her head still in the lap of her brother. Seconds later my father who was fucking Heather with one hand reached around and fondling her tits came in her. That was my cue.

Both Nicky and Lou took up the positions we rehearsed days before. I slowly crawled to my feet I leaped at Lou and took the gun away from him. I then fought with Nicky over the gun. He shoved me back into orgy of bodies and I fell on top of Will Trent. Nicky and Lou then ran out of the house. I jumped to my feet after them waving the gun in hand. Then got in their car and drove off, waving to me and I gave them a thumbs up. 

I walked back into the house pretending to be tired and exhausted.

"Call the cops" I said.

The butler stood to get the phone when Mr. Trent stood up saying "No".

"No cops" he said.

"What do you mean? Those creeps could have killed someone or all of you?" I said.

"You don't understand, they took pictures, what they made us do....if those pictures came out....I...we.. would be ruined, my family....please...please...no cops. No one can ever know, no one."

Inside I smiled. I had him. He was beholden to me and my dad know. My father stood and dressed coming over to me to see how I was. Sandra got dressed and told me I was very brave to take on two armed men and Heather agreed. No one mentioned the sex that went on.

EPILOQUE

Needless to say my father was not retired. In fact he was promoted to Chief Executive Officer and Will Trent left the business, maintaining the Chairmanship of the board. I also spotted Heather sneaking out of his Apartment building a few times and knew they both decided to continue their fucking.

Chip decided not to move back home but stayed away at school to continue on with his Masters degree. He never returned back to visit the family, instead he took a teaching assignment in Colombia where he was taken hostage in the jungle by rebels. We are still waiting for some kind of word about his fate.

I was promoted out of the mail room the next day to the marketing department. When my dad became CEO, I replaced him as Senior Vice President. I had also started dating Sandra and the spoiled bitch was now broken and became a total submissive to me. We married a year later. Occasionally she wants to have her hands bound as a fuck her, sometimes I have her dress like a whore and give blow jobs to guys for $10 a piece. The more I degrade her the better she likes it. 

I got the pictures back from Nicky and placed them in a safe deposit box that no one knows I own. I gave him and Lou $50,000 each a year later. Both of them couldn't stay out of trouble for long, Lou was arrested for identity theft and was killed in prison.

Nicky has come back for money again and again. My fear is that eventually he will tell someone, the wrong person, the true story and my role in it all. So I pay him. I have even let him fuck my wife Sandra. 

It's only matter of time however, until I come up with another plan. One to get my revenge on him.

What Cums Around Goes Around



Melanie was pleasantly perky and plucky. She was one of the nicest, most straight-laced, students Andrea had—most definitely a girl who had her act together and would do great things with her life. It was her senior year, so she was all wrapped up in picking a college, a major, and securing the money to pay for it all. That is why her parents hired Andrea (under the table of course) to assist Melanie in filling out applications, writing letters of interest, and navigating the whole paperwork rigmarole. 

It's not that they didn't care for their daughter's future, quite the opposite in fact, it's just their jobs were too hectic and time consuming, and they knew Andrea was better equipped to give Melanie the advice and assistance she needed. Plus, they hoped Melanie would begin to see Andrea as a role model which she'd actually begun to do.

The two ladies had just put the final touches on a volleyball sports scholarship form when the clock struck five and it was time for Melanie to be getting home. Andrea's husband James' ingrained propensity for chivalry compelled him to walk her home after each study session; Melanie only lived down the street and up the hill, but James insisted on fulfilling this manly duty. Andrea found it a little ridiculous, but endearing all the same. What could happen in such a short distance anyways?

Being an author kept him in front of the laptop for hours on end, so he enjoyed the reprieve, fresh air, exercise, and opportunity to talk to someone other than Andrea or himself. Plus, James and Melanie shared a mutual interest in indie bands. They'd spend the short walk talking about obscure music, eclectic movies, and life's mysteries. After getting to know James, Melanie also came to enjoy their little chats. She hoped to one day find a man as sweet, funny, loyal, and cute as James to call her own. 

They were both too consumed in their discussion to notice the van slowly creeping up behind them. It was a residential area, filled with soccer moms, so everyone drove by slowly. It wasn't until the van pulled up beside, swung open its door, and they were literally yanked inside that they knew something was amiss.

They were greeted by an unexpectedly smiling 30 something white male and his two similarly aged but much more fit buddies. "Relax! Believe it or not, I honestly don't want to hurt you and neither do my two compatriots." The two others gave sheepish half waves to their new guests. "We, in fact, just want to make some money, and we need your help." 

Neither knew what to say at that point, so they stared blankly and waited for an explanation since his disarming demeanor had actually put both, momentarily, at ease.

"My name is Mike and I'll be your director, cinematographer, and cameraman today. Todd will be our chauffeur, and Alex," indicating the man who helped pull them inside, "will make sure everything goes smoothly."

Keeping his cool, but getting concerned, James asked the obvious, "What do you want from us?"

"We're proprietors of semi-reluctant amateur porn." Noticing his passengers' eyes widen, Mike defended, "You wouldn't believe the market for it."

Waiting a beat for it to soak in, Mike opened his hands and continued, "You're going to be the stars of our next little feature, and if you play along, no one will get hurt, and you'll be back on your way in a little while. I feel compelled to warn you though, if you don't play along, things will go downhill quickly." His straightforward summary of the situation left no doubt in their minds of his sincerity.

Wanting to save both of them, James surveyed their predicament but quickly realized there was little a slightly out of shape English major could do to save them from three better fit men, so he chose to bide his time and see if he could find a safe opportunity down the road. Agitating their captors, getting beat down, or becoming restrained would help neither of them, he determined. Though, both he and Melanie had a strong inkling of where this was heading.

Looking around, James and Melanie were impressed by how well equipped the van was to act as a mobile film studio. It was surprisingly roomy for a panel van, the lighting was natural and effective, there were plenty of handles and ropes to hold and keep your balance as it gently ambled down the road. And, there was a clean bed with fresh sheets laid out for them on the floor.

"Well, no time like the present to get this show on the road," offered Mike. "Slowly take off her clothes please."

Yep, it was as they both feared. "I'm not going to fucking let you have your way with her!" exclaimed James with the utmost conviction prepared to give it his all to protect her.

"Woe, hold your horses Turbo, we have no intention of violating this fine young girl's virtue. God, we're entrepreneurs, not sadistic perverted rapists. We nab couples, 'persuade' them to have sex on camera, and then we send them on their way. 

"Doesn't she seem a little young to be my girlfriend?" queried James.

"You two know one another and seem to like each other well enough. What am I supposed to think? Plus, what are you...barely mid 20s?" retorted Mike,

"I'm 25," admitted James.

"So...she's at least 18; that's only seven years apart—doesn't seem that wild to me. Maybe we thought you just liked 'em young," proposed Mike. "Anyways, enough jibber jabber, if you don't do it, one of us will, so consider who she'd rather have."

It went without question, if this was going to happen, which it appeared like it was, Melanie would prefer James to be the one who did it. So, with all other alternatives exhausted, James and Melanie silently acquiesced.

Sheepish and guilty, James offered a "Sorry," but he'd be a liar if he didn't admit there was a part of him that lusted after her, especially those days when she'd race to their place after volleyball practice still sporting those tight short shorts and slightly sweaty hair—her body darn near begging to be pealed out of those clothes and tossed into the shower. 

Filled with insecurity, she told herself James didn't want to be forced to do this, but she also wondered if he felt any of the forbidden curiosity underlying her fear. Uncertainty pervaded Melanie not only about James' uncontrollable physical reactions but also about her own forbidden and unmentionable desires. 

Captivated by their awkward glances, Mike barely snapped out of his intrigue, "Oh, I almost forgot; here, take these," indicating the pink and blue pills held in his outstretched hands. 

It was clear by his hand placement and the traditional color coding of the pills which was for who. "What are these?" asked James hesitantly eyeing them.

"Good golly, I don't want to be driving around town all afternoon answering all of your silly question, plus it's not like you have choice, just take 'em, they won't hurt you; in fact, they'll make things go smoother."

It wasn't so much that either James or Melanie totally trusted Mike's answer, but they did understand their choices were limited. So they each grabbed their pill and swallowed it down with the passing water bottle.

"Great, now let me explain what you just took," facing James "You just took a little secret something from the porn industry. It'll make you longer, thicker, and harder with the stamina, endurance, and control of a pro—not to mention it'll make you as horny as a pimply faced schoolboy."

"Sweetie," turning his attention to Melanie "you'll soon becoming as gushing wet as a nymph in a football fraternity and equally ravenous as you're companion here. I've found these help with 'stars' who might be a little camera shy."

With a flick of his wrist, Mike indicated James should start. How he should proceed wasn't spelled out, so it became his responsibility to decide. 

Kneeling in front of her, James gazed up into the poor teen's fear stricken eyes. Slowly, James began unbuttoning her blouse, undoing the last few exposed to James (and all three abductors) her simple white bra. Then, removing the sleeves from her arms, James allowed her cotton shirt to slide down her back to the floor of the van. Carefully she draped one hand across her chest, trying to maintain some pride/confidence.

Though undeniably attractive and eligible, Melanie never really had a boyfriend; she'd always been too focused on school, sports, and her future. Plus, she'd seen too many of her classmates find only heartbreak or pregnancy with their love interests. So, she never saw the point in sexy undies which was now quite apparent. Plus, boys in high school only want one thing and lots of her friends fell for their fancy words only to be dropped like yesterday's news once the boy got what he wanted.

In an attempt to maintain Melanie's modesty for as long as he could, James started on her jeans next. From just unhooking her belt and unbuttoning her jeans, her discomfort was apparent as she involuntarily withdrew her crotch accidentally slipping the half undone button from James' fumbling fingers. 

Continuing as slowly as possible, James hoped to of give her a little more time to come to terms. Mike didn't seem bothered by this in the least, probably chalking it up to extending the time of his video by stretching out the ultimate reveal. 

"Damn, either nature was taking over or these pills work quickly," thought James as he felt his cock engorging and rising. James could feel the blood drain from his brain's higher reasoning center and begin flooding his other head. Sure, he was undressing a fine you woman with a fantastic nubile body, but he felt wrong being aroused, assuming this was against her will. 

It was painful as his member strained against the fabric of his pants. And Mike wasn't joking about it making you horny; it took every fiber of James' self-control to not just tear off her clothes and with abandonment, fuck the shit out of her. But, he was determined to be as noble as he could in the face of these insurmountable odds. 

Slowly he lowered her zipper revealing equally plan and generic white cotton panties. Her jeans fell from her waist to the ground with an unceremonious plunk creating quite a collection of clothes around her ankles.

On his knees, James was semi-standing and Melanie was using his shoulders to balance herself, so James had a point blank show of just how much her pill must be working too. He was amazed how accurately Mike described the effects of these pills as he noticed Melanie's predicament. 

It was as though she'd piddled herself; however, from the sweet aroma, James knew it wasn't fear induced piss, but rather girl lubricant inundating her simple cotton undies creating the damp patch rapidly spreading from her raging pussy. 

Melanie, self-conscious of her plain white panties clinging to her sopping pussy, outlining her camel toe with a damp spot dispersing outwards, questioned, "How can this be happening to me? They're going to think I am some raging slut who wants to be taken in front of strangers." How could she know what to chalk this up to? Was it the pill or her childish crush on Mr. Jensen?

As those thoughts finished forming, she recognized the familiar pangs of horniness increasing her heart rate, making her breaths haggard, and causing her to bit her lower lip to suppress the moans of frustration. "Damn pill..."

Her panties, now translucent and plastered to her puffy and pouting privates, were damn near soaking up the crotch of her innocent white 6-packs, trying to fill the parting and wanting hungry void. So she stood, blushing from head to toe, in nothing but her innocent underclothes. 

James thought back to the first time he saw Andrea in only her skivvies. It was just before their first time. They were about to take a shower together in the dark. They were curious what it would be like to be naked in front of each other for the first time, but without actually being able to see one another. 

Once she started the water, but before they'd removed their underwear, she killed the lights. It was exhilarating bumping into each other, blindly exploring their bodies. Unfortunately, "exhilarating" is not the word Melanie would use to describe being stripped down to her underwear in front of three strangers and her teacher's husband.

Reaching behind, James unclasped her bra then brushed the straps off her shoulders letting it join the pile of clothes at her feet. Her face turned red and her arms flew up to shield her formally concealed breast from four onlookers. Mike provided her a considerate moment, before asking, "Could you please lower your hands to your sides." She reluctantly complied, using them folded now to conceal her panties' wet spot.

Andrea's tits had aged well, no doubt having to do with their petite demeanor; Melanie's were a whole 'nother experience: a strong C to Andrea's barely B. So as her bra slipped past her nipples, those love mounds bounced back up in response, leaving nobody in the van able to deny their perky resilience. 

After volleyball practice, Melanie'd put her brunet hair into two sweaty haphazard braids which now rested over the front of her shoulders and reached down to the beginning of her breasts framing her blushing face, confirming her demure personality. James knew his self-control just jumped out the window. 

Mike must've noticed James' lustful longing stare because his next directorial direction, given with a smile, was to "Fondle them," causing Melanie to blush even further and give James quite the quandary which he'd face for the rest of the afternoon. Should he feign reluctance in everything he was "forced" to do or should he put his heart into it and try to give her some pleasure? Whether for his own benefit or hers was unclear, but he decided on the later.

Resting his hands on her hips, he could feel her shaking slightly. Steadying her comfortingly, he slowly ran his hands up her sides reveling in her goose bumps and soft warm skin. As he reached her chest, he brought them around and covered her breasts. Gently squeezing them, he was amazed by their firm yet supple nature. He then circled his thumbs around her areolas, before impulsively giving her nipples the slightest tweak. This was all that was needed for them to firm up and extend out. 

He then brought his mouth up and suckled, running his tongue across its exterior before flicking it on those erect centers and finalizing with the gentlest nibble from his teeth. He repeated this process with the other. This was the first time someone, other than herself, had touched her body in a sexual way, and she couldn't help but enjoy it. She still didn't know if it was that darned pill or, perhaps more likely, his sensual manipulations were to blame, but she found herself becoming even more gushy "down there."

The incessant urge of the pill caused James to no longer be able to consider Melanie's position, so he hooked his thumbs into the sides of her sopping panties and slid them down to join the rest of her clothes. The fabric momentarily clung to her dripping vagina and the sensation of their separation sent a shiver down her spine and elicited an uncontrollable moan and caused a flood of pussy juice to run down her leg.

With lust filing and clouding his head, James extended his tongue and caught the runner, lapping it up as he licked her thigh, and then along her slit, finishing with a tongue flick across her clit. James didn't know what came over him as he then stuck his mouth between her legs and lapped like he was catching sticky dew droplets dripping off a fresh green leaf in the morning. These sensations were all new to Melanie as they caused her legs to buckle, further exacerbating her aroused situation. For someone as apparently innocent as Melanie, James was surprised to find her completely shaved. 

After their explorative shower, James remembered how Andrea insisted on turning the lights off before dropping the damp towel that would reveal her all and everything to the man she adored. At the time, James couldn't understand her shyness—she was, and still is, beautiful from head to toe; why was she ashamed to show her perfect body to the man she loved? He insisted she had nothing to hide, so she agreed to keep the lamp on if he'd let her throw a sarong over it to dim its output. Fair enough... 

Without even the security of subdued lighting, Melanie stood before all four men, bare as could be and plan to see, about to have who knows what happen to her next. Sure, she'd showered with her teammates before, but this was quite different. 

During their after game showers, all the girls made furtive sidelongs to see how they stacked up and to make sure they were developing fine. However, nobody wanted to be caught looking; then you'd be weird, kind of like Beth the outside hitter who glanced a little too much and a little too long and made all the other girls feel uncomfortable. 

In the showers Melanie noticed most girls where shaved and she didn't want to stick out like a sore (hairy) thumb, so she went home and followed suit. I guess you could say she was peer pressured into going bald down there, but she'd actually come to enjoy feeling clean and smooth.

Taking in the full grandeur of her nubile body for the first time, James admired her as one would a work of art. Andrea was long and lean, perfect for her years of track; however, Melanie was tone, with budding curves accentuating her bust and hips. Her glowing tan was only interrupted by the outlines of what must be her reserved swimsuit. Whatever modesty her choice in swimwear might have suggested was soon belied by her bodily longing for release. By this point the pill was in full effect, and she was dripping like an errant faucet.

James expected their kidnappers to be in the throes of lewd self-gratification, but their professionalism was admirable; Mike was manning the camera, Alex held the microphone pole, and Todd had both eyes on the road. He concluded they could whack off to their hearts' content later.

Ready to continue his munching of Melanie, James began to lean forward. "Hold your horses," exclaimed Mike, "I'd hate for the pressure down there," indicating the bulge straining in James' jeans, "to break something." 

Without having to have anything said, Melanie knew what was now expected of her. James instinctively rose to his feet as Melanie squatted in front of him; this new position spread her soaking wet pussy enough to cause a volley of droplets of her lubricant to leak out and hit the floor. 

Without considering the implication of apparent eagerness, James removed his shirt as Melanie began to work on his belt and jeans. With one fell swoop, Melanie pulled down both his boxers and pants. Her face was accidentally so close to his crutch that, with its new found freedom, his cock sprang up and unceremoniously slapped her across the face. James felt a wave of release as his penis finally received the level of freedom its current size and state demanded.

Here she was, faced with the first cock she'd ever seen. Stunned, staring at this phallus, not really knowing what to do, Melanie looked lost. 

Impatiently, Mike exclaimed "Well, get to it girl, haven't you ever sucked a cock before?!" 

"Well, no...actually," Melanie had to explain, wondering by the tone of Mike's question if it was truly odd for a high school senior to have never put a cock in her mouth.

Frustrated by the pause in action, Mike took a deep breath and then explained "Put it in your mouth and suck it like a popsicle, run your tongue along the bottom of his shaft, and when he moans, you're on the right track—oh, and watch out for those teeth."

Tentatively, Melanie grabbed hold, wondering what a man's meat was going to taste like, and guided his rod into her mouth eliciting a satisfied moan from James. It felt like all she could possibly fit, and she'd only consumed half of it, so she wrapped her lips around what she could and sucked, using her hand to jerk the rest. 




What Cums Around Goes Around



Melanie felt Mike's popsicle analogy woefully disregarded the size disparity of a freezer pop and the fully engorged penis currently slipping in her mouth. But, she vigorously sucked while simultaneously moving her mouth up and down his length—her willingness making up for any lack of outright skill. 

Whether it was the pill's relentless drive or just natural instinct, she began to get into the groove and found a comfortable rhythm of sucking the first half and jerking the second, occasionally releasing the suction and stroking his whole shaft while she caught her breath, marveling at the string of saliva that strung from her lip to his tip before momentarily taking it all back in.

It wasn't 'til his moans became frantic that Melanie began to consider what happens at the end of a blow-job. She'd overheard girls at school mentioning how their boyfriends insisted they swallow the load. 

"Was she really going to have to do that? Was she expected to swallow? Would she be able to swallow it all down? What would it taste like?" were the questions coursing Melanie's mind. That last question was soon answered when she noticed James' cock was leaking precum. She previously had no idea what to expect, but this taste certainly wasn't it.

Not that she'd ever admit it, but she'd tasted herself before. "What girl hasn't?" Melanie curiously justified to herself after a particularly satisfying nighttime exploration as she delved two of her fingers back into her recently 'gasmed pussy and brought those glistening digits tentatively back to her mouth sucking them clean after the sloppy climax.

She didn't plan on becoming a carpet muncher any time soon, but she much preferred her own sweet and tangy flavor to James' salty strong taste. 

As Melanie continued, James felt himself filling up and reaching the point of no return and in the throes of this fantastic (yet sadly forbidden) experience, combined with the pill's induced horniness, he couldn't help but grab her dangling braids and fuck her mouth as he reached his climax. 

After the initial shock of this change of pace, Melanie found a groove and tried relaxing, allowing him to control their movements and within moments, James let gush after gush loose in her mouth. Keeping her mouth pressed against him, it was all Melanie could do to swallow gob after gob of his spunk. The eroticism of the situation made up for its lack of romanticism. Weak kneed after the release of the ages, James collapsed backwards. 

After her stellar novice performance, his brut finale, and the aching in her groin, Melanie knew James owed her, so she lunged forward and straddled her pussy over his mouth. She'd never been eaten out before, but she knew it was something pleasurable girls could deserve. James agreed what cums around goes around, and she more than earned a little attention. 

Straddling his face, she descended, lowered herself down to within his tongue's reach which appreciated Melanie's completely bare site. This allowed James to go to town without fear of any stray hairs finding their way into his mouth. 

Using his tongue he managed to part her lips and was greeted with a flood of her juices. "God she is fresh and sweet," noted James to himself. He continued thrusting in and out as far as his tongue could before slowly sliding out and up the length of slit and along her puffy clit flicking it back and forth before slowly sliding back down and in. 

She was loving his tongue's exploration of her virginal cannel and engorged clit. And James didn't mind eating out this little one hoping to at least make the best of this situation for both of them. 

He continued repeating his tongue's dive past her vaginal lips and inside of her followed by a lick out and up, slowly sliding the length of her plump clit, taking a moment to flick his tongue's tip back and forth before diving it back into her cannel as far as he could—in-essence fucking her with his outstretched tongue. 

Up until an hour or so ago, no man had ever seen her naked, or seen her vagina, or done anything remotely sexual to her, and now, here she was, the taste of cum still lingering on her lips after swallowing a grown man's load, as she felt herself edging ever closer to exploding herself as he went to town on her "down there" zone. Oh, how quickly things can change. 

Speaking of change, James must've noticed the slight contraction of her pussy indicating an approaching orgasm and in turn had increased the pace and fervor of his mouth's manipulations. 

As she felt herself getting closer, she desperately began grinding against his face. This drove her mad as she begged her body to crest that orgasmic hump; with complete disregard for James (it's not like he'd shown her any when he'd grabbed hold and shoved his cock down her throat), Melanie let her legs go limp and stopped holding her weight above him, dropping herself over his face, smothering James with her engorged pussy, burying his mouth and nose deep inside herself. 

Frantic to regain her support and the ability to breathe something other than smothering pussy air, James redoubled his efforts by slurping and sucking anything and everything he could find, hoping to push her over. 

Eventually, his tongue did the trick and she was sent into spasmastic pleasure waves that relentlessly crashed over her. With a flood that further coated his face, Melanie finally reached the best climax of her life. 

Sure, like any teenage girl; she'd play with herself and reached orgasms before, but nothing like this—whether it was the pill or James' skillfulness, she'd never felt one as powerful as the one she just let loose. 

As Melanie lifted herself off his glistening face and slid down his torso to give him a kiss, (leaving a trail of wetness in her wake) she felt something hard rub past her crack, ass, pussy and clit before resting on her belly just as she tasted herself off his lips. 

James was equally surprised by his revitalized cock now risen to its full glory, yet again, and craving further release. In unison they silently concurred, "These are amazing pills."

"Ah, I'm glad to see you've both gotten into the scene!" gleefully noted Mike knocking them back to reality. "Now for the grand finale," he exclaimed as he rubbed his hands together like a little boy in the backseat as his parents drove through the local fast food joint. They did have to admit what just transpired did feel good, but was that of their own accord or the pills'? 

Melanie and James both knew what was expected of them, they'd gone this far, and their inflamed organs begged the obvious question, "Why not go the rest of the way?"

Not that everything before was chump change, but James realized what was coming up next would be life changing. Melanie was having similar thoughts, thankfully it would at least be someone she knew who'd be considerate of her "delicacy"—she knew she could do a lot worse like a lot of her friends had done at random parities or on prom night. 

However, she was fearful of the pain she'd heard coincided with a girl's first time. She'd always been careful to never insert anything in there except a finger or two, and never too vigorously or deep—desiring to keep her cherry intact and save that privilege for her future Mr. Right. "I guess that plan went out the window," she only halfheartedly admitted.

Wanting to be in control of the pace of their next endeavor, James rose, gently guiding Melanie onto the mattress provided on the van's floor. Despite the sexual frenzy the pill had placed her in, Melanie's eyes clearly expressed the trepidation she felt. 

Cognizant of her anxiety, James placed his cock on the outside of her slit and began to rub his member against her clit hoping to slightly get her in the mood, then resting his revitalized cock between the lips of her entrance, James began sliding it up and down that length in the hopes of further lubricating her and preparing her for what was about to happen.

Looking into her eyes James asked, "Are you ready?"

"I guess so," was her meek response.

With it in hand, James parted her lips and began to slowly insert his cock. As he began to inch his way in, he marveled at how tight she was, as though this was unexplored territory. It wasn't until he encountered a barrier he realized why she'd been apprehensive. His pace deliberate but languid was excruciating for both of them; however, it afforded him the ability to notice when he reached her hymen. 

James hadn't even given the possibility of her unspoiled state any thought, just assuming that a popular, attractive young girl like Melanie had at least experimented once or twice by now. 

Reaching, but not wanting to cross the line between innocence and experience, James continually withdrew. Remembering the time he took Andrea's innocence, he had been a foolish young man, overzealous, and before she was ready he'd unceremoniously tore through hers, earning a set of claw marks down his back and a glare to seal the ages. 

He hoped to do better this time and not make the same mistake twice as he continually edged up her indescribably tight passage ultimately reaching and stopping at its border. Pulling back slightly, James continued his gradual exploration, slowly sliding up to her innocence, and then slowly sliding back out, hoping to make it easier. The fear of impending pain prevented her from relaxing and becoming accustomed to James as he kept bumping against her cherry.

She was as tight as Andrea on their first night and only slightly more lubed due to that pill. There'd be no way he would've gotten as far as he did without her pharmaceutically induced lubrication. 

Mike was right, the pill aided in his control, James felt as if he was no longer at the mercy of his stimulated cock determining its own explosion time—he was, and he wanted more. 

"Come on, plunge on in there!" egged Mike.

"Cut us some slack; it's her first time; I'm trying to be gentle and give her a chance to become comfortable," retorted James.

"Stop, is this true?" asked Mike looking down at Melanie who slowly nodded. "Well you should've said something sooner," exclaimed Mike, momentarily giving Melanie the slightest glimmer of hope that he'd let them stop here and retain her innocence—mostly unscathed and still intact. 

"They'll totally pay extra to see a girl's cherry popped...err...a couple 'come together' for the first time on camera, we've gotta exploit this to the fullest! People love seeing a girl's facial expression during their first time. 

Remember, the eyes are the window to the soul. You are able to see if she is into it, scared, excited, salacious, uncomfortable, nervous, apprehensive, eager, or who knows what else—a plethora of others... It's emotional connection that makes a great film. Ahh...," said Mike, obviously pleased with his passionate speech. 

"The face tells the whole story, whereas a shot of a penis being inserted is empty...emotionless...boring. Uh, but don't worry, Alex'll catch the penetration shot as well," explained Mike gesturing Alex to grab the secondary camera.

As per Mike's directorial stage direction, Melanie was now on all fours and James was lined up behind her, steadying himself by placing his hands on her hips.

There was no denying the size disparity of James's peg to Melanie's hole. He knew he was going to have to be slow and steady with her to try to avoid causing her too much discomfort. Rubbing her lower back and then steadying both of them by taking hold of her hips, James re-asked "Are you ready?" His cock certainly was, pointing straight out, begging to be slid back into her glistening snatch. "I wonder how long these pills will last," he thought to himself.

Swallowing down her apprehension, "I guess...yes..." was all Melanie said as she looked past Mike and tried to focus on the backdoor of the van.

Without warning, Todd hit the brakes—hard; the momentum caused James to fall flat on his back, and Melanie to be pulled backwards onto a seated position, impaled to the hilt on James cock, mercilessly ripping her hymen. 

Everyone was oblivious to Melanie's plight—even Melanie. Her body was rigid, her back arched, in a state of delayed reaction. The shock was so extreme she just sat there for a moment as though her body had to take a second to catch up. 

At that same moment she had to come to terms with just violently losing her virginity in a van, on camera, in front of three strangers, and ultimately a plethora of viewers at home. Finally, her body responded as a few tears snuck out the corners of her eyes and a whimper escaped from her mouth. James was equally shocked by what just happened. What were the chances he'd fall backwards, legs splayed, dick straight up, and she'd follow suit landing perfectly on his pole. 

It seemed like James was the only guy aware of Melanie's extreme pain as he helped balance her trembling body. James didn't know what to do; there was little he could do in this position since her weight had him pinned to the floor, and he'd hate to move or try to lift her off before she was ready. 

Up to this point, James had been too focused on her wellbeing to notice the vise like grip her snatch had on his cock. It felt like someone had taken his cock in their hand and was squeezing with all their might. It probably didn't help that Melanie was all tensed up, but it was up to her to rise off his rod. As he laid there trying to figure out what his next move should be, he felt something warm leak out of their union and trickle down over his balls. 

"Nice driving Todd," sarcastically called Mike from the back.

"Hey, it's not my fault," retorted Todd. "This woman driver cut me off."

Melanie was taking a moment to catch her breath and steady herself and adjust, both physically and emotionally, to James' cock being buried in her formerly virgin pussy. Slowly, she began to rise, surprised by how wet she still was. "I guess Mike was right about those pills being a blessing," realized Melanie, "there is always a silver lining." It would've been darn near impossible to dislodge themselves from such a tight grip were it not for her body's lubrication. 

Gingerly, she began to rise, but, just as she was about to clear his pole, the van hit a bump causing her to lose her balance, skewering her to the hilt again—knocking the wind out of both of them.

"Sorry about that," came another sincere call from the front, "blame the roads, not me."

Finally becoming accustomed to having his full length completely buried deep inside of her, she began to stretch out and could pick up the pace more comfortably. Melanie began rocking back and forth with it lodged as far as it would go. This motion was continuing to loosen her and, with the aid of the pill, she was beginning to enjoy this new experience.

Eventually her body accommodated his girth and she began to pleasure herself. Rising up and down emitted a sloppy, slurpy noise which, if she'd managed to retain a shred of her dignity, would've been embarrassing; however, she was well beyond being self-conscious and the pill induced longing for release created a one track mind. 

Relieved to notice Melanie's active participation and indulgent hedonism, James began to admire her beautiful butt as she began to rise and fall of her own accord. There is little more erotic than seeing yourself disappearing into a teenager's warm, wet, and enveloping snatch, James noted to himself. 

With each downward thrust her butt checks would spread just enough to reveal her crinkled flower. As Melanie increased her pace the squishing noises gave proof to just how sopping wet she was. She'd moved beyond the pill and would've sworn this moisture was all of her own accord as she fucked herself silly on James's relentlessly erect shaft. 

Concerned with pregnancy and whether Melanie wanted to be internally coated with his seed, James used the control afforded by the pill to hold back a second eruption. It wasn't until Melanie completely dove herself down on him and lost it for her second time that James suddenly regretted his senseless consideration. 

As Melanie was reveling in her first intercourse induced orgasm, Mike noticed the look of disappointment on James' face. Since his eyes weren't rolling back into his head as any normal man's would be if he just released within this fine young chick bouncing up and down on his pole, Mike had to assume, for whatever reason, James hadn't climaxed. So, he began to wonder what was capturing and mesmerizing James' infatuated gaze. 

Walking to the other side of the van and following his gander, Mike also marveled at Melanie's ass as she continued to enjoy aftershocks wiggling atop James' unsatisfied erection. As if reading his mind, Mike did have to agree Melanie's exposed and puckered shitter looked tempting. Feeling as though he could safely guess James' forbidden desire, Mike stopped them both. "Great, we're off to a wonderful start, but now it's time to mix things up." 

Melanie and James were both surprised by his use of the word "start" after looking back on all they'd done. 

"What more could he have in mind?" naively pondered Melanie.

Making eye contact with James and cocking a mischievous eyebrow, Mike said, "Pull out." Reluctantly James withdrew causing a nice little "pop" to emanate from the site of their separation. "We like giving newbies the 'full' experience, if you know what I mean," explained Mike. James did know what he meant, but feared Melanie didn't, which was true. "I'm gonna need some lube back here," called Mike, looking at Alex. 

This concerned Melanie as she feared Mike now wanted to take a turn. She was certainly baffled: "What could the 'full' experience mean, and why would they need more lubricant?" since she could tell she was still soaking wet, undoubtedly enough to continue. 

It wasn't until she felt a wet splash against the outer ring of her asshole that she connect the dots and realized what was next. James then followed Mike's silent directions and placed the narrow tip of the bottle at her backdoor entrance and squirted a big glob inside. Melanie, as she felt the slimy cold fluid coat her insides, grew wide-eyed. Only the sluttiest girls at school allowed their boyfriends to stick their cocks up their poop chute, but James was soon going to invade hers.

Reeling from the pleasure of her last orgasm, Melanie's body was still relaxed enough that James collected a slathering of lube on the end of his finger and began to slowly insert his finger in her virgin ass and swirl it around; it at least allow one digit to slip past her sphincter. 

James could feel her unexplored hole grab and release his finger as he spread around the lubricant. Neither had any idea how they were going to get this hole to accommodate his still raging pecker, but the pounding desire to release one more load made it a moot point in James' mind. 

In vain, James grabbed another slathering of lube and used two fingers to spread it around; though, even if she could handle two, it didn't mean she could fit his fucking penis up in there. To Melanie, it felt like a perverted sports physical; her humiliation only increased when he inserted the second.

Placing his cock at the entrance of her reluctantly lubed backdoor, James knew this wasn't going to be easy. Inconsiderate of her position, now only concerned with his own gratification, James applied pressure with his dick to the entrance of her ass. With steady pressure, he leaned forward. It would not budge or give way; she was literally pushed across the vain by James' incessant force. 

Her ass was too tight; she was pushed forward rather than having her sphincter give way. It wasn't until she cast her gaze against the back window, in an attempt to focus on something else, and rested her hands against the back of the van, bracing for his cock's entrance, realizing she was going to have to endure one more event, that there was enough back-pressure for his piece to sneak past her ring and begin to rip through her ass. 




What Cums Around Goes Around



Andrea had never totally jumped on board with the idea of anal sex, even when James first explained it could be their "thing" during her period. James'd recently gained an inkling of what it felt like, though it still didn't squelch his eagerness to inflict it upon others.

Everything had felt fantastic, even if momentarily uncomfortable, up to this point, but Mike's pill did nothing for Melanie during this experience. James' cock irrevocably pursued the extent of her bowels, at an inconsiderate pace and with no regard for the searing pain. 

Yelping, Melanie felt as though she had a huge turd, but the harder she tried to bare down to push it out the more it hurt, as there was no way for her body to naturally lubricate a hole intended as an outie. He continued his relentless exploration until finally bottoming out as his balls slapped against her pussy lips.

The tightness of her ass and the girth of his rod had prevented air from escaping so it was no surprise when a small, but mortifying, fart escaped when he pulled out her ass. It franticly, but vainly, tried to retract to its former tight self before he stuffed himself right back inside.

A wave of relief spread through her tract each time his dick started its backtrack; however, the tight seal of her tiny ass and his big shaft continued making audible burbles as he pumped more air inside. At last, he was able to continually fit as much as he could and keep his balls slapping against her clit sending her into a tizzy with each thrust giving just enough stimulation to bring her to another climax. 

How could she enjoy someone tearing apart her shitter—this was wrong on so many levels. Her ass might not have been able to lubricate itself, but her pussy made up for it with dripping recognition of James' illicit thrusts. 

Nothing had felt tighter in James' poking life and before long he couldn't help but let loose, dumping all the remnants of his balls up her butt. 

Melanie guessed this must be what an enema felt like but with warm cum rather than water. His unceremonious removal caused another popping noise as semen escaped from her ravaged ass. She was humiliated as a sustained cum spewing fart erupted from her now stretched out ass as it tried in vain to retract to its former tight self, splattering James with his own spunk.

Catching that last degrading scene Mike exclaimed, "Well, that's a wrap! That was great guys! I'm going to sell this to my producers, we'll make a bunch of money, and we'll drop you off at the next clear intersection."

"It'd be pointless to report this. Since you have no finger prints or DNA; I doubt you'd even know where to begin to find us. We'll keep your names off of it. Heck, I don't even know your names. These films are posted only on some pretty exclusive members only sites, so unless someone you know is a member, which, knowing the clientele, I'd doubt it, your secret should be safe. 

However, if we hear you've been trying to cause trouble for us," focusing his attention on Melanie "we'll leak it onto a much more mainstream website where all of your friends, and all the boys at school, and your family can access it, Dear." Turning to James, "And I'm sure you wouldn't want your wife to find out you bonked one of her students. How would that make her feel?"

Not that it made this whole ordeal okay, but Mike's breakdown of the situation did make it sound bearable. "Just go about your lives and chalk this up to one of those experiences you'll laugh about ten years down the road," grinned Mike. 

With that, the van came to an abrupt stop and they were dropped off, luckily with their clothes included. After quickly dressing themselves, they began the journey home. Sure they'd been driving around for what felt like hours, but somehow they weren't that far from their homes. 

"Are you okay?" asked James before assuring her, "Everything will be alright."

"Yes, thank you for saving me from those men, but it must've been difficult to be forced to cheat on your wife."

Thinking to himself, James realized the term "saving" seemed a little generous, and "difficult" wasn't quite how he'd found it.

Agape with what to say, James expressed his sorrow for her first time having to be with him under those circumstances.

"You've got nothing to worry about, many of my friends' first times were worse. I at least felt special with you. James didn't have the heart to tell her cum was leaking from both orifices staining her freshly replaced jeans.



What Cums Around Goes Around, Again



Author's note: this story follows characters first introduced in "What Cums Around Goes Around," this is designed to be read alone or for added enjoyment, in conjunctions with their first story.

*****

In a fit of weed induced munchies, James ate the shady leftovers from the back of the fridge and instantly regretted it. So, the task of walking Melanie home after study session fell on his wife and her tutor: Andrea. She would've just let the teen walk herself home, she's 18 for goodness sake, but James insisted it was important. 

James and Melanie had agreed not to share what transpired only a month ago, so Andrea had no reason to be apprehensive escorting her home. However, she had picked up on James and Melanie's awkwardness when they were together and Melanie's recent pensiveness when the clock began to approach five.

Melanie's jumpiness, especially when vehicles passed, began to make Andrea nervous too; she just couldn't put her finger on what was so scary about soccer moms in their vans slowly driving home. It was this ignorance that would be their undoing. 

As Melanie's attention was temporarily distracted by the text sending her phone into a vibrating frenzy, Mike and his comrades stuck to their tried and true modus operandi. Todd coasted their panel van silently beside the two girls as Mike and Alex rapidly slid the side door open and reeled in their catch.

After the requisite struggle and yells, the two girls scowled silently on the floor of the van, now well on its way. Melanie's heart sank as Mike surveyed the two fine young women in his hold and noted, "Hum, well this makes things a little more interesting." 

Her vigilance had not paid off, and now she had to worry: What would she have to do this time? With who? Would he tell Mrs. Jensen about her and James? That would be awful...would she, my teacher, tutor, and mentor, blame me and hate me for it?

Checking Melanie out, Mike informed her, as though they were old acquaintances, that, "The last one was a big hit. I can't really say I'm surprised: you both acquitted yourselves so well," as half a smile snuck up the corner of his mouth. He then explained "The demand for a sequel was so overwhelming any good entrepreneur knows to give his audience what they want." 

"You know this man?" asked Andrea, shocked her straight laced student would be tangled up with kidnappers. Looking at Mike, Melanie dropped her head; desiring to keep things amiable, she summarized their relationship as, "...a long story."

Before Andrea could complain about the inadequacies of Melanie's answer, Mike interjected and explained, "She'll," looking at Andrea, "work out great; it's always good to introduce new love interests in part two; it keeps the audience's attention." 

Once that was laid out, he continued, "I was really surprised to find you in the same place at the same time. I thought you'd change your routine." That was why he was so amazed to see Melanie's exquisite frame ambling down the road with another, almost nearly as attractive, "friend."

"You said you'd leave us alone after last time," bemoaned Melanie. 

Ignoring her complaint, Mike directed his eyes to Andrea and his quire to Melanie, "Just who is this fine young lady?" Keeping her eyes to the ground out of fear and shame the truth would inevitably be coming out, Melanie explained she was her tutor.

He raised an eye brow at how that social dynamic would play out shortly before reminding her, "If you think back, you'll find leaving you alone was not part of any verbal agreement we made. In fact, the only thing which mildly resembled an arrangement was your silence would keep your first feature film off the mainstream; you've held up your end of that bargain and so have I." 

"Now, it is not my fault what you assume. You know what they say about that, right?" Melanie stared blankly because she didn't. Answering before she could ask, "It makes an ass out of you and me. And since yours is so fine..." looking at Melanie, Mike continued, "you know what you need to do, so why don't you enlighten your 'tutor' as to the role she is going to play?"

Melanie was lost; how could she possibly explain to her English teacher, and friend, that this guy, Mike, was going to have them undress and have sex on camera so he could sell it to an online website specializing in...how did he describe it last time...oh yeah: "semi-reluctant amateur porn?" 

Right before she was about to explain it that way, Mike, frustrated with the delay, summarized, "Either you two can get it on willingly or I can have Todd pull over and him and Alex can join the cast. It does leave us a little guilty feeling at the end, but believe it or not, there is a market for those kinds of videos too," continuing, he said, "but most people at home prefer to see two nice young ladies making love of their own accord. It's up to you two though."

Little did Andrea or Melanie know that was actually an empty threat. Despite what it might seem like, these three guys really weren't rapists. In fact, if the two ladies did continue to refuse, he would let them go, without their clothes though—just to teach them a humbling lesson. But, it worked every time which was the beauty of his little white lie: nobody ever puts it to the test and risks having two burly guys come back and do who knows what.

Fearing the worst, Andrea put her years of track to use as she wheeled up and kicked Mike in the balls with one of her still quite powerful legs. Her aim was a little off so instead she hit his right thigh knocking his leg out from underneath him and sending him to the ground. 

Quickly intervening, Alex restrained Andrea as Mike slowly rose to his feet. "Spunky, I like it..." glaring at Andrea, Mike continued, "I'm sure glad I stashed him down the left leg today." 

Preparedness, (or is it cleanliness?), is next to godliness. Mike couldn't remember, but either way he scored high marks. He was proud of how well he stocked his mobile film studio. Not only did the soundproofing keep road noise at bay, but it also gave nosy citizen nothing to hear. The same handles and ropes helping cast and crew keep their balance as the van cruised down the road also served another, occasionally necessary, function. 

Both Melanie and Andrea's eyes grew wide when Mike plopped down a large duffle bag and opened it to unveil an extensive collection of sex toys. His assortment included dildos and vibrators, strap-ons, and butt plugs, not to mention some items they couldn't even identify. 

Being younger, and more naïve, Melanie had never considered the plethora of sex paraphernalia available. Andrea knew a little more, but was still concerned by some of their shapes and sizes. Shuffling through, Mike finally found what he was looking for, "To make sure we don't have any more unnecessary outbursts, I am afraid I am going to have to use these," he said as he pulled out a pair of pink padded hand and ankle cuffs and secured Andrea on her back to the van's mattress.

Damn near shaking with fear and trepidation, Melanie decided it'd be better if she was just helplessly caught up in a sexual frenzy, so Melanie hesitantly asked "Aren't you forgetting something" causing Andrea's eyes to bulge wondering what her pupil thought needed to be added to the restraints. 

Last time she and James unwittingly took these pills; her's made it all gushy "down there," melted away her inhibitions, and got her as horny as Hell. She hated reluctantly admitting how much easier this undertaking would be with the assistance of such pharmaceuticals. 

Consenting, Mike dropped a pink pill down her throat with a swig of water. When Melanie looked anticipatorily at Andrea, Mike answered her silent question by explaining, "I don't think she deserves one because of her behavior; she is going to have to perform all on her own which ought to make this all the more interesting."

Melanie's yearning for the pill didn't preclude Andrea's concern about her student's wellbeing as she asked what it was he just gave her. 

"It's no fun when stage fright makes you drier than a desert," answered Mike. Filling in the pieces, Andrea realized his cryptic answer suggested it was some sort of horny pill. Turning his attention back to Melanie, "When you're ready, get started, and once it kicks in, why don't you show her what she missed out on?"

Unsure of what exploit Mike had in mind, Melanie looked to him for guidance. "Well, we aren't going to get anywhere with your clothes still on," concluded Mike before suggesting, "so, you two better get undressed, and since you were better behaved," looking at Melanie, "you pick who is naked first." 

Melanie knew from last time it takes the pill a short while to kick in, so she would have to begin all on her own; however, she didn't know how to proceed: selfishly strip her teacher or selflessly expose herself?

As Melanie approached, Andrea knew she'd been picked to go first. "I am so sorry Mrs. Jensen, I feel terrible, but I don't know what else to do," apologized Melanie unbuttoning Andrea's fly and bringing down its zipper. As her panties were being exposed to three strangers and her student, Andrea tried to comfort, "It's okay; I understand," hoping to absolve Melanie of any guilty feelings. 

Suddenly remembering what she had on underneath, Andrea became self-conscious of the playfully matching underwear James loves her to wear. She was petite enough to still fit into junior's designs, and today she'd worn a ridiculous light blue pair smattered with yellow polka dots. With Andrea's hands tied behind, Melanie knew she wouldn't make much headway removing her top, so she paused there.

Recalling how thankful she was when James drug out the revealing of any true nudity, Melanie reluctantly pulled her own t-shirt and jeans off. She still wore the prototypical innocent girl undies: all cotton and white. 

It seemed like they should be wearing each other's style of underwear: Melanie's so plan and mature, and Andrea's so boisterous and youthful. They couldn't swap though, Andrea was the type of girl the well-endowed ones ruthlessly snickered at in the locker room for being shaped like a stick of gum. 

James insisted he loved her body; however, she always feared he'd prefer a more curvaceous girl like Melanie...given the chance. Even though she had more pressing matters to care about, Andrea still felt ruthlessly judged, by everyone. She was older, but already knew Melanie's breasts were going to be larger, so she'd unfairly be rank as the less attractive one.

Squatting in just her underwear, with her knees spread apart, caused her panties to outline the folds of her pussy. Oblivious to her appearance, Melanie pushed Andrea's shirt up, not even having to unhook Andrea's bra to push it past her itty bitty titties. Melanie then pulled Andrea's undone pants to her bound ankles. She'd already exposed herself to these three guys before, so Melanie decided to finish undressing. 

Her panties, already soaked in her juices, were nearly transparent, so when she took them off with her bra and tossed them to the ground they landed with an audible splat. Andrea assumed she'd wet herself; she wasn't going to judge, she too was terrified of what these men had in store. 

Unable to avert her eyes any longer, curiosity got the better of Andrea and she had to see what Melanie looked like in the buff. "God sure blesses some," thought Andrea as she poured over Melanie's naked form. 

Melanie's brown hair fell over her shoulders reaching the cusp of her pale perky breasts. A golden tan garnered from swimming at the lake was painted over the rest of her subtly athletic build, save for her breasts and her crotch which was not only untouched by the sun but also hair. Her slightly curvier body gave her an edge of maturity made all the more alluring by her ever rising horniness.

Not knowing she'd been seen naked by these guys before, Andrea told the now quivering Melanie, "You're very beautiful, nothing will change that," hoping the compliment would boost her self-esteem and make it easier, as she remembered just how hard it was for her to be completely undressed in front of James for the first time. 

However, when she looked back to give her a reaffirming and comforting nod, she noticed Melanie was still leaking; however, the runner flowing down her leg was going much too slowly to be pee, and it wasn't springing from her urethra but rather from inside of her. 

The concept of someone becoming so naturally wet it trickles out, especially when being forced to strip, perplexed Andrea, until she realized it was probably caused by that pill. 

"Put your hands behind your back, pretend you're restrained too, and continue with only your mouth," directed Mike, focusing the camera. Kneeling and blaming the pill rather than any repressed curiosity, Melanie slid her tongue down Andrea's flexed flat stomach before catching the bright yellow elastic rim of her blue panties between her teeth. 

Surprised by her actions, Andrea pulled her legs together and up forcing Melanie to bring the swath of cotton up Andrea's thighs before reaching the peak of her knees and plummeting down her shins. Melanie left the last of Andrea's clothes bunched at her ankles. 

Andrea locked her legs together in a futile attempt to conceal her slit and ass. Forgetting Mike's directive, she rested her hands on Andrea's knees and pushed down, peeling them apart, exposing a humiliatingly unwilling damp pussy. Writhing nude trying to stop what was unfolding, Andrea's nubile youthful figure could pass as belonging to a teen. 

Having her body exposed caused her cheeks to match her bright red shoulder length hair contrasting against the rest of her pale skin. Cute freckles were sprinkled around her lean body's petite but tight shape only enhancing its exuberance.

Both Andrea and Melanie caught themselves sizing each other up. Andrea lowered her eyes after noticing both Mike and Alex's were glued to Melanie's body. Even pushing out her chest wouldn't give her the illusion of the extra cup size she'd need to compete. Not only was she embarrassed to come in last place, but also to be jealous of her student. 

Unable to explain her feeling of relief at having all eyes on her, Melanie strangely thanked God, "I'm not in that position," looking at Andrea's downcast face. 

Mike concluded it really didn't matter who was cuter, it was a toss-up; they were both attractive in their own way and about to have their first lesbian experience caught on film and sold for a pretty penny.

Kissing was a lot more visually appealing when it is between two girls, so that was Mike's next scene to get the girls warmed up. Using her hands and knees, Melanie straddled Andrea's body and looked into her eyes as she rested her gushing snatch on Andrea's leg while pushing her own thigh into her tutor's weakening and uncontrollably dampening pussy before joining their parted mouths.

Of course the thought (of girl on girl action) had crossed Melanie's mind; what girl hasn't pondered that on starry nights? She'd even furtively glanced at the other girls in the locker room, not sexually...only to see how her own development compared. And, after volleyball practice, the girls were known to occasionally slap each other's asses with rolled towels—but only with playful innocence. 

Before that, there were those sugar fueled junior high slumber parties where sleep deprivation finally led them to compare their budding breasts. Heck, she'd even kissed another girl sophomore year to win a bet, if you could call that passionless closed lip to lip peck one. So, while under the pill's influence, this seemed like a natural progression.

Andrea wasn't much better off. She'd drunkenly made out with her best friend at a college party to the amusement of those around, but it never progressed past heavy kissing. She had always been curious—what girl isn't? But kissing is wholly different from actually going down on another girl or having sex.

Tilting her head to the left, Melanie leaned towards Andrea. The immorality of breaking the cardinal rule of student/teacher relationships (don't sleep with your students!), not to mention the concept of cheating on her husband (she might've felt better if she knew he'd done it just a month earlier), raced through her mind as she pressed her head back against the mattress before feeling Melanie's soft lips touch her own as she reflexively parted and allowed their mouths to meld. 

Katy Perry was right: "I kissed a girl and I liked it...," Melanie realized to herself. Except, she was enjoying the taste of Andrea's strawberry (not cherry) chapstick. Unsure and unconcerned with whether these feelings where her own or pill induced, she continued. A simple kiss progressed to multiple, which led to mutual moans and increased frequency, before her tongue instinctively snuck inside and twirled around Andrea's. She liked being in control, especially when her mate had none. 

Breaking their lock, Melanie continued laying kisses down Andrea's neck, and jumping her shirt, resumed once she found her exposed nipples. Remembering the treatment James gave her, Melanie swirled her outstretched tongue along Andrea's areolas before flicking her rising nipples, finishing with a light bite. Breaking out of her involuntary sexual trance, Andrea noticed how that last maneuver felt strangely familiar.

When she was younger, Melanie had answered most of her questions and appeased most of her personal curiosity about the design and shape of her vagina using a hand mirror. In fact, that exploration had worked her up so much she considered sliding the mirror's handle inside just to see what something larger than a finger felt like but decided against it in the end fearful she'd accidentally pop her own cherry. 

Unlike guys who simply look down and see their part dangling, ready (and eager) to be examined from stem to stern, girls are forced to click through Google hits of perverted porn shots just to get a good idea of what it looks like. 

Before finding clear picks of normal pussies, they are exposed to so many demeaning ones, often worn and stretched or covered in some guy's load, which diminishes their confidence in the idea it is something beautiful to be cherished and not ashamed of; it's not just there for a man's enjoyment. 

Plus, you can't reach out and touch pictures, ply them, investigate them, inspect and delve into their inner reaches or see how they respond to each manipulation. She was now going to be able to perform an up close and personal examination of another girl's genitalia: folds, intricacies, nooks, crannies, any and all private places—just like she'd always secretly wanted to. 

She could always later blame any inappropriate indiscretions on the pill. Wait, what had happened to her? This was her teacher she was just thinking of using as a sexual science experiment; how could she be so bold and inconsiderate?

"What has gotten into her?" also asked Andrea herself in reference to Melanie's uncharacteristic salacious behavior. A couple of months ago, Melanie had confided in Andrea she was still a virgin; the reason she shared was from concern it might be weird to be 18 and still not have had sex.

Melanie had no way of knowing that "problem" would be solved by James a month later. And Andrea had done her best to convince her nothing was weird about that and she should continue to wait for the right person just like she had done with James. 

However, the thought never crossed Andrea's mind to address lesbian virginity; she thought she had a solid grasp of today's teenager norms, but the vigor with which Melanie was addressing her needs, she had to wonder. It was also rapidly becoming a question of what had gotten into herself as Andrea found her own pussy becoming embarrassingly wetter awaiting Melanie's next move.




What Cums Around Goes Around, Again



Whenever she rubbed herself, Melanie was not only touching but being touched, so, with Andrea's compulsory help, for once in her life she could savor just what a pussy felt like on its own. 

Tied to the floor, Andrea had no choice but consent to Melanie's disturbingly thorough inspection. Gently, Melanie pushed the hood shrouding Andrea's clit and slowly ran her finger across it eliciting a staggered moan and uncontrolled wiggle. Appreciating the sweet and compassionate respect Melanie was showing, Andrea began relaxing and enjoying the pleasurable feelings her fingers were producing. 

However, Andrea couldn't stifle her writhing and cries. Next, Melanie parted her vaginal lips and gazed inside. It appeared to have taken only one slide over her nub to get the juices flowing, coating her walls in preparation for penetration. Bringing her two fingers together, Melanie slowly began to probe deeper. 

Andrea felt like she was at the gynecologist, her knees up and legs spread as she saw just the top of some girl's head peering inside her. 

Her left out fingers prevented Melanie from going any deeper but it was still far enough to search for Andrea's erogenous G-spot. Andrea had to admit, the one thing about a girl fingering you is they know how to do it—men seem to never get it right at the right time. 

Melanie's circular motions knew the exact pressure and speed necessary as they progressed toward her first lesbianic climax. As Andrea edged ever closer to slipping over, Melanie went faster and harder applying more pressure causing Andrea to have her first adulterous orgasm. 

Amused with how Andrea's pussy contracted and released before squirting, Melanie felt a deserved sense of gratification. As Melanie disappointingly pulled her fingers out, she played with Andrea's lips testing the limits of their elasticity before eliciting a "yelp" from Andrea and stopping.

Melanie began cataloging what'd spur a sexual response from Andrea. However, her process of elimination was a little unnerving as she often pulled, pinched, or prodded things 'til they became uncomfortable and only then backed off. 

Pleased with their progression, Mike was curious to see how Andrea would react if Melanie were to, "...poke her ass with your finger." 

"What is she doing back there?" worried Andrea as she tried to put her thoughts elsewhere, but all she could manage to think about was the first time her husband's finger explored that zone. In their two person tub, as they nakedly soaked together, his fingers made their usual vaginal rounds before unexpectedly diving deeper and making unsanctioned anal advances. 

As he snuck in through her back door for the first time, Andrea felt a wave of naughtiness wash over her. That was the first time anyone or anything had probed those depths, but something carnal inside of her flared up and aided her in reaching an embarrassingly pleasurable underwater climax, so much so, she feared he'd take it as provocation to go further up that road. 

Those thoughts were all it took for her natural juices to kick in as she suddenly found herself nudging her ass forward trying to catch Melanie's finger inside her butt. 

Since Andrea's pussy still wasn't producing the juices as rapidly as Melanie's she scooped into her own, coated her finger, and began smearing it around Andrea's clinched back passage.

As she felt Melanie push her personally lubed finger in her still unprepared ass, Andrea couldn't help letting out an animalistic moan.

She did have to focus on relaxing her sphincter before Melanie could push her way in. Melanie didn't know what to expect, but she was surprised to find it having the same warmth and texture as a vagina: a little less lubed and a lot tighter, but beyond that, quite comparable.

Melanie couldn't help but notice how with each pain or pleasure Andrea's ass squeezed extra tight. "So this is the sight James saw that caused him to want to fuck me back there," pondered Melanie, eventually admitting there was something cute about the tiny puckered hole between two soft fleshy cheeks that just made you want to violate it. 

Melanie had known nothing about anal sex, until the point James stuck his dick in her backside. It seemed dirty and wrong at first, but once she was able to adjust, it had a certain stimulating quality. Though, she'd never want others to know it happened or especially that she eventually enjoyed it.

They sheepishly looked at each other while gulping down their mutual apprehension as Mike explained oral was next on the playlist. Stripping, kissing, and fingering another girl was one thing, but eating one out, was something entirely different. 

Not that she'd necessarily wanted to, but since she knew James wanted her to, Andrea had sucked clean one of the glistening fingers he'd offered her after pulling it out of her particularly sloppy snatch. 

It was almost the same for Melanie when she tested her own waters after fingering herself to a soppy climax one night. Each girl had an idea of what their own pussy tasted but were still secretly curious to see what another would taste like—if it ever came to that...

Even with the pill egging her on, Melanie still didn't want to have to be the first to "go down," so she just kept fingering Andrea's butthole and pussy, ultimately settling on the "two in the pink, one in the stink" technique—though she didn't know it was called that at the time. 

It provided her with a great comparison opportunity where she was able to understand why guys felt little difference between the entrance points. However, Andrea didn't find them so interchangeable and felt it was quite demeaning to have another girl finger your butt. 

Even having used just one finger in Andrea's ass, Melanie had stretched it enough that when Mike told her to pull her finger free, it took a couple of seconds for it to close up shop.

"Since, she," indicating Melanie, "has done the dominant portion of the work so far, don't you feel it is about your turn to take the initiative?" Mike rhetorically asked Andrea. 

Concerned with the inextricably linked assumptions inherent in being an active and, somewhat willing participant, Andrea hesitated. "...or, I'll keep you tied on your back and let Melanie have her way with you. The way these pills work, her drive to have an orgasm is just going to increase until it'll be more and more difficult to placate her with halfhearted moves, and before long her elevated need will become unquenchable and she'll instinctually turn against you and take what she wants," explained Mike, exaggerating a few of the details to produce the desired effect. 

After being set free both with constraints and fingers, Andrea looked down and found Melanie already eagerly sprawled over the sheets adorning it with her invigorating youth. Surprised with her exuberance, Andrea offered to, "...do my best." 

Turning to face impatient Melanie, Andrea assured her, "Don't worry, I'm just trying to make this as enjoyable as I can...err...for you since this'll be your first sexual experience. I am sure you thought it'd be special, with that one perfect guy, and maybe a few years from now but..." If Andrea only knew...so, Melanie just honestly smiled. 

"It's okay Mrs. Jensen. I am sorry too, you have to do this against your will," only somewhat convincingly interrupted Melanie, before strangely adding, "I am sure James would understand."

"Fuck my life," thought Andrea knowing she'd now be going down on her student. "At least she's a nice attractive one and not 'Nobody's choosin' Susan,'" thought Andrea to herself picturing the poor unpopular girl from Melanie's grade and instantly feeling guilty about using her negative nickname.

With Melanie laying on her back on the mattress, Andrea, took a deep breath, extended her tongue and started at her feet then ran up Melanie's calf and thigh before crossing above her perfectly shaved pussy and running back down to her other foot. Trying the entire length to get the pressure just right: not too firm as to be committed and not so light as to be halfhearted and just disappointingly ticklish. Deeply conflicted, Andrea found herself becoming all the more involuntarily wet. 

Just as her outstretched tongue was about to experience Melanie's privates, Todd accelerated, face planting Andrea right into Melanie's soppy pussy with a splash.

"Sorry, I had to pass a bicyclist," honestly explained their driver from the front. Considering his track record, Melanie began to wonder if he was the best choice for driver.

Andrea shook it off and realized, "Not bad...what do all the guys complain about? They should get a load of each other's spunk before complaining about a girl's tangy taste." 

She couldn't deny it felt good going down on another girl and giving her pleasure. They were such gracious receivers. Continuing to eat her out, Andrea reluctantly became more comfortable and adventurous. She couldn't help but admit, "Crap, I'm getting turned on by this." 

Trepidation filled her as she knew she shouldn't have these feelings. Guilt would be the more fitting response for cheating on her husband and violating her drugged student; she should feel terrible. But, all she felt was Melanie's juices coating her face, running down her chin, egging her on. 

Without even thinking about it, Andrea shoved her face forward reaching her tongue as far inside as it would go, lapping up as much of Melanie's fluids as she could. The sloppy slurping noises created by her sucking on every inch of Melanie's cooch filled the van. 

With lust overwhelming her head, Andrea got up and spun a one eighty burying her own sex over Melanie's face. Andrea couldn't believe the amount of fluid spilling out of Melanie's tight cunt. Sure, James had gotten her worked up before, so much so, he could dip a finger inside and bring it out coated in her milky excretions; however, she never felt like she was leaking out wetness before. 

Caught in the moment, not even thinking of the repercussions, Andrea and Melanie began matching each other's ever rising oral vigor.

Alternating between tongue fucking her hole and batting her clit, Melanie was making rapid work of Andrea; however, before she crested over someone inserted a finger in her snatch and lifted her off Melanie's mouth and informed them, "Okay that's enough of the oral segment," causing Andrea to suddenly realize she'd been contently munching away for the last little while not giving a thought to the outside world. 

Having not been allowed to reach climax through making out, fingering, or cunnilingus, the girls concluded Mike must be exciting them for something else.

Capriciously, but passionately, Melanie sat up and kissed some of her own juices off Andrea's shocked face. Desiring the stimulation Andrea was still reluctant to give, Melanie caught her waist with her legs and pulled her down and atop and resumed making out as before thrusting together their opposing clits. 

Andrea conceded the more Melanie touched their engorging nubs together. Unable to control herself or identify the sudden surge of horniness, Andrea joined in. If they only had dicks they would've been fucking the shit out of each other.

Pleased to see the pharmaceutical working for Melanie and their absence not terribly hindering Andrea, Mike directed them to, "Scissor together." The fact neither knew what he was talking about led Mike to consider maybe it wasn't as common a practice as he thought. Spreading apart his pointer and middle finger of each hand before slapping that gap together, Mike demonstrated what he meant. 

Both girls sat up, leaned back, and placed their arms behind before making an acute angle with their legs and scooting forward so they'd be able to, "scissor." 

It was awkward, but out of desperation they finally found a way and a rhythm that caused their spread pussies to smack together. Not that Andrea was far behind, but since Melanie had a head start, each collision spread more of her own love sauce over Andrea's opening. 

Intertwined, their legs slapping and smacking, their dripping pussies mingled together juices until each girl was completely wet as they slipped over to simultaneous orgasms.

Shaking his duffle of toys like Santa shakes his sack of goodies, Mike snapped them out of their sexual stupor, before directing Melanie to, "Pick your first prop." While she cautiously dug through the bag, Andrea continued to aimlessly rub herself through another 'gasm's aftershocks.

Unsure what to pick, Melanie quizzically picked up a strap on, trying to figure out how it worked and what it was for. Mistakenly taking that as the item of her choosing, Mike asked, "Who do you want to wear it?" Melanie, still unsure of its use, looked it over. 

Catching a glimpse of what she was holding, Andrea hoped she wouldn't pick herself as the operator of its ridiculous dong, feeling that since she picked it, she should have to take it. Confused, Melanie finally concluded "I...will...?" 

Flipping her over, Mike placed Andrea's hands behind her and into Melanie's while presenting her exposed ass to the now cinched in Melanie. "Oops," thought Melanie, suddenly unsure of what to do with the dick strapped to her crotch pointing toward her teacher's unprotected backside. 

Certainly having nothing against the woman who'd done so much for her, Melanie tentatively walked on her knees till her new cock was barely touching Andrea's puffing and parting lips. Aiming for the glistening opening, Melanie inched forward forcing Andrea to futilely try relaxing so she could accommodate its impending girth. 

Remembering what she'd learned from James' technique, Melanie pierced her tutor and delved deeply causing Andrea to wince and moan, before pulling nearly all of the way out, lingering in only enough to keep her rubber cock buried while giving tiny thrusts across the beginning length of Andrea's cannel. 

Once again, Andrea recognized a glimmer of familiarity, but this time she placed its association. When she and James would make love he'd do the same thing Melanie was doing now: nearly pulling out, giving little thrusts, almost popping free each time, and then diving quickly all the way back in. 

Adding everything together, coincidence became unlikely, and though she completely trusted James and couldn't fathom him cheating on her, especially with one of her own students, what else could it be? Unexpectedly pulling free, Andrea turned to face Melanie who sat back on her heals, her silicone appendage comically pointing erectly at the ceiling.

Andrea with disarming calm asked, "Why would you seduce and steal my husband; you have so many to pick from who are your own age? He is only a man and you come bounding over each evening in your little gym shorts, swaying your ass and flicking your braided hair—you should know how easily men are tricked by feminine wiles?" laid plain Andrea, "How could you betray our friendship?"

Looking at Mike, unable to deny and embarrassed to have their dirty laundry aired in the middle of the film, especially after Andrea's acknowledgment of "friendship," Melanie didn't know how to explain it wasn't her fault. Pointing at Mike, Melanie exclaimed, "He made us do it, just like we are doing each other now!"

Furious to have her suspicion confirmed, Andrea shouted and pointed at Melanie, "So I was right!" If Melanie wasn't so scared by her teacher's rising temper, she might have realized Andrea hadn't been sure of the adultery until Melanie unwittingly admitted it.

"Oh, what, you were just riding along and all of the sudden landed on his outstretched dick?" sarcastically asked Andrea, "It's a good thing it was there to break your fall." 

Saddened to have her should've been special first time mockingly discussed, Melanie did have to admit she'd lost her balance and, in a way, did descend; however James' dick painfully broke her hymen, not her fall. 

Andrea was sad to hear her husband was in such a pill educed state he probably enjoyed violating this girl for the first time, and probably thought as little of her as she'd been thinking of him; she now was as guilty as he. To make it even worse, both of these events, caught on camera, would soon be floating around the internet somewhere. 

They each glared at Mike. "I couldn't write a better twist if I tried," admitted Mike, washing his hands of the situation, eager to see how these new developments played out.

"Take that thing off and turn around," growled Andrea in her best angry teacher voice. Taking the role of submissive student, unsure, but too stunned to desist, Melanie did as she was told, assuming she'd be receiving a spanking: appropriate considering their suddenly kinky teacher/student relationship.

Cinching the side straps tight for some rough fucking revenge, Andrea took a deep breath and cleared her mind of all conflicting thoughts. Her fingertips folding over Melanie's cheeks and sneaking between her crack began collecting juices reminding and enraging her all the more. 

Blaming her for everything that'd gone wrong that day and apparently days before, Andrea began a volley of bare bottom spankings after using those juices to lube her new cock. The slaps echoed off the padded walls of the van as she drew the rapt attention of all three men. 

Between each spanking, Andrea expounded her reprimand of Melanie: "This hurt me more than you—'slap'—you should know that—'slap'—what cums around—'slap'—goes around. 'Slap!' Again!-'slap!'"

Andrea began to feel the power and control James must when he commands her to flip around and grabs her hips. She loves to be under his trustable control and wait in anticipation as he adjusts his knees and brings his pecker right up to her entrance. She did the same to Melanie, and then entered with much greater force than James would ever dare. Andrea reveled in the way Melanie's back arched and head shot upright, but despite her wiggles and pleas, Andrea wouldn't let her escape. 

Since Melanie was familiar with it, Andrea decided to use James' technique, just with more force and less consideration. Rough sex was something Andrea always thought sounded hot on paper, but James was never comfortable giving it, so she thought she'd try it on Melanie. Plus, she didn't have to worry about going off, she could fuck this damn adulterous teen for as long as she wanted.

Still unsatisfied with her punishment, Andrea flailed around until she spotted it, peaking out of Mike's bag. "Oh, this'll be perfect," commented Andrea as she reached out and retrieved a big phallic shape from his duffle. 

When she reached for it, she didn't know it was a two headed one, but it'd still work for what she had in mind. 

When Mike exclaimed, "Woe; go big or go home," Melanie became quite concerned. It might be cliché, but Mike had to concede "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorn," after hearing Andrea crying out, "You like big dicks so much, well here's one for you!" She pulled free just as Melanie's eyes grew wide and her cunt involuntarily clinched in fear. 

Andrea thrust that beast inside of Melanie. Using the opposite end as a handle, she was able to control the depth and ferocity of each blow. Andrea no longer desired to make anything special—Melanie lost consideration the same time Andrea found she'd broken the exclusive sexual connection she'd had with her husband. 

It frustrated Andrea to find Melanie enjoying it rough and, if moans were any indication, building towards another climax. Andrea's pounding of Melanie's little twat only managed to give her another orgasm—not the punishment she'd hoped for.

"Okay, that's enough, I let you get your revenge, but now it is time for you to make up and have a 'bonding' experience before I let you go," explained Mike. 

Andrea left the dildo buried inside of Melanie's snatch, the other end of it dangling out behind, as she turned to face Mike and hear what his last scene would consist of, thankful to have the end in sight. 




What Cums Around Goes Around, Again



"By picking this toy," turning to indicate the item still lodged inside of Melanie, "you've sealed your own fate. You two will have to work together to bring each other to a mutual climax as you share the 'extent' of what this toy has to offer," said Mike, apparently the only one smiling at his pun.

Grudgingly turning so their butts faced each other, Andrea kept herself clamped so she'd push as much of the dildo inside of Melanie as she could before relaxing and letting the rest slide inside herself. Her plan mostly worked, especially since it was already stuffed inside of Melanie. 

"Eek," shrieked Melanie when her half hit the end of the road and bumped against her cervix. Before it had a chance to back up and retry entering her womb, Melanie clamped hold and lunged backwards preparing herself for another uncomfortable bump while catching Andrea off guard and sliding some inside of her. 

The girls' vengeful vaginas fought as each tried stuffing more of the dildo inside the other. However, they slowly lost sight of their futile attempts to fuck the other as the point of the game changed. 

Suddenly, their pussies, playing some sort of perverted tug-o-war, desperately clung to the silicone cock between them desiring to not lose the fullness it brought. The seal their aroused pussies formed around the enormous dildo caused excess fluids to spray out between their union with each thrust splattering the backs of each other's legs with their free flowing lubricant. 

In unison they began sliding it in and out, in and out, coming back each time with enough force to buried it to the hilt. Having to use their hands to keep balance meant they couldn't stimulate their clits so any climax would have to be derived purely from vaginal stimulation. 

It would have to be fast, hard, and deep—which it was quickly becoming. When it hit, they dove backwards, driving the dildo deep enough to smack their asses together. Their pussies shook and shuddered as they sputtered coinciding with guttural grunts followed by beautifully melodious moans escaping mutually from between their clinched jaws. Porn might not be the genre Mike planned but regardless he had to admit there was something amazingly picturesque about what he just captured. 

The soft warmth of their wet caressing butts helped their centers milk the plastic penis during their cum down. As each girl slumped forward the dildo bent with them allowing their faces to rest on the soft mattress while their embracing rumps swayed gently with the rocking road.

"We can throw that in the can," said Mike to his cohorts. As the girls caught their breath, Mike asked Andrea the mortifying question, "So, does your husband (indicating her ring) know you're bi?"

"I am not," protested Andrea.

"I think this video would indicate otherwise," suggested Mike, "and I think after watching this he might have a different opinion of you."

"But you forced us," they each pleaded.

"This film sure doesn't give that impression," reminded Mike, as they both dropped their heads knowing he was right. "So, if you'd both like me to keep your little secret...secret, you better keep this a secret."

After pulling his dildo free of Andrea's then Melanie's snatch, Mike prodded them out of the van with their clothes tossed at their feet. They'd never dressed so fast in their life, fearing someone would drive by and see them in the nude. In fact, they'd been so focused on covering themselves they failed to catch his license plate number. Melanie had been down this road before, so in a strangely comforting role reversal, she told Andrea, "Everything will be okay," as they began their shame filled walk home.