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To Victoria Go the Spoils Ch. 01

By: TheMadSonneteer



Victoria felt a tingle in her pussy the moment Sarah agreed to give her a ride. She could feel herself getting wet as she considered the possibilities. Their boss had invited the entire staff to a mid-summer night's get together at his place the following Friday. Unfortunately, Vicky and Sarah had to close the shop that night, but he insisted they could come over afterward as the party would go on until the wee hours of the morning.

"It might be fun," Vicky said, trying not to sound too excited. "At least there'll be alcohol."

Sarah groused that she'd have to run home and take a shower, get dressed, then drive all the way back across town to the party.

"If you give me a lift, you could shower at my place," Vicky offered, not quite believing the words were coming from her mouth. "I only live a few blocks from here, and it's on the way."

She didn't take long to think about it.

"Sounds good to me," Sarah said.

That's how it started. Bi-sexual, the 30-year-old Vicky harbored a secret crush on her co-worker. In truth, it was more than that. When they worked together, she found it hard to keep her eyes off Sarah. She often thought of the young woman, six years her junior, when she masturbated. Visions of Sarah even invaded Vicky's mind when she had sex with other people.

The two could almost be sisters. Both had pale skin; long brunette hair; pale, ice-blue eyes, and full C-cup breasts. Other than their age, there were only two significant differences between them: their height - Vicky stood 5'7"; Sarah just 5'4" - and Vicky required glasses; Sarah had 20/20 vision.

At least a dozen times, Vicky had made plans to reveal her feelings to Sarah, but couldn't bring herself to follow through. Instead, she endured the torture of hanging out with Sarah, and others from work, at a bar near the store, and watching men fumble about while hitting on Sarah. She'd remained silent when Sarah went home with some of them. And, now, Sarah had a boyfriend - 22-year-old Eddie - a 6'8" Goliath whom she talked about constantly. Vicky quickly grew tired of hearing the seemingly unending praise - and it wasn't due to jealousy...well, not completely.

The night of the party, Victoria and Sarah counted the minutes until closing time. Locking the front door, they jogged to Sarah's car, jumped in, and left the parking lot on squealing tires. It took three minutes to reach Vicky's apartment building. Carrying her clothes, Sarah followed Vicky as they climbed the stairs quickly, and the latter unlocked her door.

"You can hit the shower first," Vicky said. "I have to pick out what I'm going to wear."

Sarah disappeared into the bathroom while Vicky opened her closet. Her outfit selected, she laid it on her bed. As she inspected the clothing, she noticed the bathroom door open about two inches. Some small piece of Vicky's brain warned her to stay away, but this was drowned out by the majority which willed her body to the breach.

"Oh, my God," she whispered, the words catching in her throat.

In the mirror, Vicky could see Sarah through the clear shower curtain; her petite body naked and wet, as she ran her hands over her soapy body. Sarah had her long raven hair twisted up on top of her head to keep it dry. Vicky's eyes traveled over Sarah's flesh, taking in every inch. Her breasts hung down as she bent and turned to wash herself.

Almost without realizing it, Vicky unbuttoned her pants, thrust her right hand inside, and her fingers found her lips. She was already wet. Her left hand settled on the doorframe, and she steadied herself as she massaged her pussy. Sarah rotated slowly, and Vicky's eyes went wide as Sarah's fingers slid up the crack of her ass. A small moan escaped Vicky's throat, and she held her breath for a moment, afraid Sarah might hear.

Seeing no reaction from Sarah, Vicky continued pleasuring herself, increasing the speed of her actions, needing to cum. She could feel the ache in the pit of her stomach. Her left hand slipped from the doorway and entered her pants. Rubbing her clit roughly, she slid two fingers of her right hand inside herself.

"Fuuuuck," she hissed as she came hard.

Weakened, Vicky drooped to the side, letting her shoulder rest against the wall as she shook. She was attempting to control her breathing when the sound of the water stopped. Pulling her hands from her pants, she straightened. She experienced a few moments of panic, not knowing what to do. Should she wait outside the bathroom door? Sit down on the bed? Or, in the living room?

She watched Sarah pull aside the curtain, and step out of the shower. Something clicked in Vicky's head, and on the spur of the moment she decided to do something provocative. Backing away from the door, she shimmied out of her pants, wrestled her wet panties back into position, then pulled off her shirt. Impatiently, she waited as Sarah dried off and then dressed in the bathroom.

The younger woman emerged wearing a blood-red, cropped halter top, which exposed her taut stomach, and a tight, black mini-skirt that barely reached her thighs. Her hair cascaded down over her shoulders before she pulled it back and fastened it in a ponytail. Vicky stood next to the bed, clad only in her mismatched bra and panties. Sarah glanced at her, and she tried to remain calm, as if she were preparing to head for the shower, but she imagined she could feel Sarah's eyes traveling over her body, lingering on the wet spot at the front of her underwear.

"I hope I didn't take too long," Sarah said, still arranging her hair.

"Not at all," Vicky said, hiding her disappointment at Sarah's apparent indifference to her state of dress.

"I tried to be quick," Sarah chirped. "I want to get to the party."

"Give me a few minutes," Vicky said, padding toward the shower.

The hot water pelted Vicky's body as she once more played with her pussy. Her mind was ablaze with thoughts of Sarah. She'd left the bathroom door open - as Sarah had done - and she imagined the younger woman peeking at her as she'd done earlier. Vicky came again. Powerful convulsions rocked her body, and she nearly fell as her feet slid on the soapy floor of the tub.

Vicky wasn't satisfied. She'd cum for the second time, but needed more. Desire burned through her mind and body, and she wanted to cum again, hungering to do it while riding Sarah's face. Despairing that this fantasy would never come to fruition, she finished cleaning herself, and shut off the water. As she dried herself, a plan formed in her brain. She tossed aside the outfit she'd picked out earlier, and grabbed a flowing, black skirt which ended three inches above her knees; a tight, low-cut fuchsia top, and a pair of strappy four-inch heels. Before donning these items, she pulled on a tiny black, lace thong.

"Ready, Sexy?" Vicky asked, sauntering into the living room, and trying to sound as if she were teasing.

Sarah sat on the couch. Vicky noticed she'd put on a pair of black, knee-high, four-inch platform boots. As the younger woman stood up, Vicky caught a glimpse of the pink cotton panties she wore under her skirt. In a flash, that feeling returned to her pussy.

The ride to the party took nearly fifteen minutes, and Vicky eyes were locked on Sarah's legs most of the trip. The skirt Sarah wore rode up as she maneuvered along the dark streets, and Vicky tried to concentrate on the road ahead. Her mind was spinning. She forced herself to keep her hands in her own lap, though she wanted nothing more than to push them between Sarah's legs. They found the house, and Sarah parked at the curb. Vicky rotated her body, and exited the car carefully, worried she might leave a puddle on the vinyl seat. She followed Sarah up the steps to the porch, watching the younger woman's ass smoothly shift left and right like the pendulum of a clock.

"It's about time," a voice called out.

Vicky blinked hard as she turned toward the sound, afraid someone caught her staring at Sarah. Eddie - who hadn't been scheduled to work today, and subsequently had already been at the party for hours - opened the screen door and stepped out to greet them.

"Well, someone had to do close up," Sarah grumbled.

"Hey, Vicky," he said.

His speech revealed he was on the verge of full out drunkenness, and his shoulder-length mop of dirty-blond hair was matted with sweat.

"Hey, Eddie," Vicky returned, unenthusiastically.

He grabbed Sarah, pulled her to him, and kissed her deeply. Vicky glimpsed the bottom of Sarah's ass cheeks as the latter's skirt slid upward enough to reveal the thong she wore. Sarah returned Eddie kiss, and for several seconds their tongues tangled with each other.

"Come on, let's get a drink," Vicky said, tugging at Sarah's hand.

Breaking the kiss, Sarah dragged Eddie along as Vicky opened the door and led them into the music filled house. Locating the booze, Vicky prepared a vodka and Red Bull for Sarah, and poured some Malbec for herself.

"Bottom's up," Sarah said, lifting her glass upward, toasting.

"Let's hope so," Vicky said, quietly, inaudible over the music.

Sarah leaned toward Vicky.

"What?" she asked, almost yelling to be heard.

"I said, you look terrific tonight," Vicky said, savoring the intoxicating scent of Sarah's perfume.

"Awww, thank you," Sarah's said. "You too. I love that top."

"It really shows off the girls," Vicky said, smiling as she shifted her arms forward to press her breasts together, creating even more cleavage.

Sarah laughed and nodded vigorously. Straightening, she downed her drink, and a surreptitious smirk creased Vicky's lips as Sarah turned to mix another. Eddie hovered around them, and Vicky, knowing her plan needed time to work, wandered away to meet and greet the other attendees. She sipped at her wine as she chatted with the party-goers - most of them co-workers - while keeping one eye on Sarah.

An hour passed. Vicky had just finished her second drink - having forced herself to go easy. She knew herself well enough to know she needed a buzz in order to go through with her plan. But, she didn't want to overdo it. She watched as Vicky downed the last swallow of her fourth drink, then teetered toward the back door, heading outside for a cigarette.

Trying to avoid being too obvious, Vicky looked around for Eddie. She found him asleep, slouched against the arm of the couch. Without further hesitating, she followed Sarah's course. The backyard was illuminated by a single, bare light bulb mounted above the door, and Sarah sat at a weathered picnic table. Vicky lowered herself to the attached wooden bench as Sarah exhaled a large cloud of smoke, blowing it far out into the cool shadows.

"I can't believe how hot it is in there," Sarah slurred.

"Out here, too," Vicky said.

Sarah let out a giggle, then took another drag. Vicky remained silent for a minute.

"What's up, Girlie?" Sarah asked, loudly.

"I'm horny as hell," Vicky said, before she even realized she was saying it.

Vicky's resolve almost melted away as she worried about Sarah's reaction.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Sarah sympathized. "I haven't had any dick in a week. I need to go jump on Eddie."

Sarah stood up slowly.

"Hey, wanna see something cool?" Vicky asked, her voice trembling.

"Sure," Sarah said, flicking her butt to the ground. "What is it?"

Vicky popped to her feet and grabbed Sarah's hand.

"Come with me," she said, pulling the tipsy woman toward the side of the house.

It was darker here, she could barely make out Sarah's face. She reached out to take Sarah's other hand. Holding both, she moved close.

"What's over here?" Sarah asked, turning her head in search of whatever Vicky wanted her to see.

Vicky's will wavered again. She nearly released Sarah and gave up hope.

"I just wanted to tell you something," Vicky stammered.

"OK," Sarah said in mock seriousness, then smiled broadly.

"I..." Vicky began, but paused.

For a moment, she rocked back on her heels, her courage faltering.

"You?" Sarah prodded.

"I...want you," she said.

"Want me to what?" Sarah asked.

Vicky shrugged, her determination hanging by a thread.

"I need another drink," Sarah announced.

She tried to move toward the back of the house, but Vicky stopped her, pushing her body against the smaller woman, pinning her to the aluminum siding. Before either knew what was happening, Vicky mashed her mouth against Sarah's. Her Rubicon crossed, Vicky forced her tongue into Sarah's mouth. The latter tried to say something, but gave up as the kiss continued. Vicky's hunger grew on what it fed upon, her desire increasing uncontrollably. Her hands fell to Sarah's ass. The skirt she wore had ridden up once more, and Vicky cupped Sarah's warm cheeks.

"Oh, God," Vicky murmured, breaking the kiss.

"What are you doing?" Sarah asked, finding breath.

Vicky didn't answer, instead moving her mouth to Sarah's neck, kissing and sucking the skin there. She felt Sarah's body quiver.

"You liked that, huh?" Vicky asked, barely removing her lips from Sarah's flesh.

As Vicky's tongue trailed along Sarah's collarbone, Sarah placed her hands on Vicky's shoulders, half-heartedly trying to push her away.

"I want you so fucking bad," Vicky rasped.

Before Sarah could respond, Vicky kissed her again. Their breathing became labored, and Sarah's hands drifted to Vicky's back. Retreating half a step, Vicky twisted and maneuvered her right hand around Sarah's waist to push it between her legs. She brushed Sarah's clit through her panties, and the younger woman's body jerked.

"What are you...," Sarah began to repeat her earlier question, but Vicky's fingers danced over her wet lips and Sarah's words dissolved into a moan.

With her left hand, Vicky grabbed Sarah's hair, and she pulled hard, tilting Sarah's head. The effort again exposed Sarah's neck to Vicky's mouth, and the former gasped as lips contacted her sensitive skin. Thrusting her hand between Sarah's thighs, Vicky roughly manipulated Sarah's button. Involuntarily, Sarah's body tried to double over, leaning against Vicky. She kissed Vicky's mouth, surprising the older woman. The action exploded any remaining doubt in Vicky's mind. She shoved Sarah back to the siding, the petite body thumping into the aluminum. Vicky didn't care if everyone inside the house heard.

"I'm gonna make that little pussy cum, baby," Vicky hissed.

Sarah could only nod. Vicky released Sarah's hair, brought her hand to her own mouth, and spit on her fingers. Letting her hand fall to Sarah's ass, she worked it under the gossamer strip of fabric, and wiggled a finger between Sarah's cheeks.

"Fuck," Sarah groaned, awkwardly rising onto her tip-toes, trying to escape the invasion of her asshole.

Even with four drinks in her, the carnal assault on both holes drove Sarah over the edge quickly. Within a minute, her body bucked violently, almost knocking Vicky off-balance.

"I'm cumming," Sarah whined, loudly.

"That's it, do it," Vicky demanded. "Cum all over my fingers."

Sarah reached out to grab Vicky's breasts, pushing into her top to grope the heavy globes.

"Don't stop," she begged as she squeezed Vicky's nipples. "Please, don't stop."

Vicky increased her efforts, rubbing faster; probing deeper. Sarah trembled between Vicky's body and the house, her head twisting left and right as she came.

"Do you want to cum again?" Vicky asked, whispering in Sarah's ear.

"Yessss," Sarah answered weakly.

Only a minute later, a second orgasm washed over Sarah's body, drowning her senses in bliss. Sarah's knees nearly buckled, and Vicky steadied her as she shook; kissing her upper chest, letting her tongue caper over the young woman's salty skin.

Gingerly, Vicky let her fingers slip from Sarah's holes. Moving her right hand to Sarah's face, Vicky stroked her lips, coating them with the woman's own juices.

"Clean them," Vicky said, forcing them into Sarah's mouth.

As Sarah rolled her tongue around the digits, Vicky leaned in to kiss her. For almost a minute, both enjoyed the taste of Sarah's pussy.

"I can't believe I did that," Sarah said when Vicky removed her fingers. "I've never..."

"You're not done yet," Vicky said, cutting off her wonderment.

"What?" the younger woman asked.

"I need to cum, too," Vicky told her.

"But, I..." Sarah began.

"You don't think I'm going to let you go without eating my pussy, do you?" Vicky said, more than asked.

Pushing the shorter woman to her knees, Vicky lifted her skirt, and pulled her panties aside, exposing the bare skin underneath. She grabbed Sarah's head, winding her fingers into her hair, and pulled her forward. Sarah resisted for a moment, but Vicky shifted her hips, pushing her cunt against Sarah's mouth.

"Eat that pussy, bitch," Vicky demanded.

Vicky was already on the verge - she'd nearly cum while pleasuring Sarah - and as Sarah's tongue touched her slick lips, Vicky came. Her entire body stiffened as if struck by a bolt of lightning. She inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with sultry night air, then shuddered, quaking wildly as she clawed at Sarah's head.

"Oh, Jesus, Sarah," she cried out.

"Shhhh," Sarah admonished, pulling back, "everyone will hear you."

"Don't fucking stop," Vicky growled, jerking Sarah's head toward her; once more forcing Sarah's face to her wet cunt.

Vicky's legs felt like jelly. Bending slightly at the waist, she put her left hand on the house, trying to remain on her feet. Sarah's hands slid up Vicky's legs, under her skirt, and caressed her ass as she suddenly seemed to warm to the task of delighting Vicky.

"That's it, Sarah," Vicky cooed, the aftershocks of her first orgasm slowly fading. "Keep going."

In the darkness, Vicky fumbled for the cell phone in the waistband of her skirt. Sarah, her face pressed into Vicky's pussy, didn't see the flash go off as Vicky photographed her. The second time, however, it caught her attention.

"What was that?" she asked, retreating.

"Nothing," Vicky rasped. "Don't stop."

As Sarah continued, Vicky switched to video, and, despite the lack of light, began filming.

"Do you like that, Sarah?" she asked loudly.

"Mmmm, hmmm," Sarah mumbled.

"Do you like eating pussy?" Vicky continued, pushing Sarah away from her cunt.

She didn't answer right away.

"Tell me," Vicky demanded.

"I love it," Sarah said.

"Say you love eating my pussy, Sarah" Vicky ordered.

"I love eating your pussy, Vicky," Sarah said.

"Good," Vicky allowed. "Now, make me cum."

Again, Vicky directed Sarah's face to her pussy. Sarah's tongue brushed over her clit, and she jabbed two fingers into Vicky's hole, thrusting them deep. Vicky came, climaxing so hard she nearly blacked out; slumping until her torso contacted the house. Sarah stayed with her, moving her fingers in and out, extending Vicky's orgasm - neither woman now concerned about being heard by anyone inside.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck," Sarah whispered, her body quivering wildly.

Sarah looked up at her.

"Is that what you wanted?" she asked.

Vicky couldn't answer, lingering against the siding as she shook. She released Sarah's hair. The younger woman removed her fingers from Vicky's pussy, and carefully stood up. Vicky reached out to grab Sarah. Pulling her close, she kissed Sarah's mouth, tasting her own juices there. They wrapped their arms around each other, hugging tightly as their tongues danced for several minutes.

"That's was so good," Vicky said, breaking the kiss as her heart rate slowed.

Sarah's arms fell away.

"We..." she began. "I've never...been with a girl before."

"Really?" Vicky asked. "You did very well."

Sarah shook her head.

"I came so hard," Vicky continued.

"I need to sit down," Sarah said.

"Are you OK?" Vicky asked.

"Yes," Sarah said. "It's just...my head is spinning."


To Victoria Go the Spoils Ch. 01



"Maybe we should go home," Vicky suggested.

"I don't think I should drive," Sarah mumbled.

"I'll do it," Vicky offered. "Give me your keys."

"They're inside," Sarah said.

"OK, come on," Vicky said, pulling Sarah along with her.

Re-entering the house, the two women quickly said goodbye to the few sober people they encountered, then went out the front door. Reaching the car, Vicky helped Sarah into the passenger's seat, got in the driver's seat, and set off toward her apartment. 

As Vicky drove, Sarah began snoring, and Vicky once more admired her legs, eventually placing her right hand on Sarah's inner thigh. The flesh was damp and slippery, and Vicky let her fingers gently skate over the hot skin. Vicky tried to drive slowly. Even so, the trip went too quickly. Pulling into a parking space, Vicky shut off the car, and then roused Sarah.

"Where are we?" Sarah inquired, sleepily.

"My place," Vicky answered.

"Why?" Sarah asked, confused.

"You said you couldn't drive, so I did," Vicky told her.

Vicky helped Sarah as she stumbled up the stairs, and into the apartment. Sarah announced she wanted to go home, but Vicky led her into the bedroom. She convinced the younger woman to sit down on the edge of the bed, then turned to walk into the bathroom. Less than a minute later, she returned with a washcloth and a towel. Sarah lay across the bed fast asleep.



To Victoria Go the Spoils Ch. 02



Late Saturday morning, Victoria's eyes opened slowly. The sunlight coming through her window made her squint. She reached out to the nightstand and picked up her glasses. Putting them on, she rolled over lazily, and saw Sarah on the other side of the queen-sized bed.

A wide smile split Vicky's face as she remembered the night before. It had begun with her plan to reveal her feelings - her overwhelming physical desire - for Sarah. For more than three years, she'd been too shy to tell Sarah about it, but they'd gone to a party together, and Vicky waited for Sarah to have a few drinks - while having two herself...to reinforce her courage.

By the end of the night, they'd made each other cum outside at the party, and Vicky knew she would never go back to being so reserved. She sensed that something in her brain had forever changed while Sarah's face was buried in her pussy.

After Sarah fell asleep - passed out would be more accurate - in her bed, Vicky had removed the younger woman's mini-skirt, top, and platform boots, leaving her wearing a pink cotton thong, and a flimsy, sheer black bra to contain her C-cup breasts.

The smooth skin of Sarah's back beckoned to Vicky, and the latter wiggled closer to the sleeping form and began kissing her way down Sarah's spine. Sarah mumbled, sleepily, and Vicky slipped a hand over Sarah's hip to spread her fingers on her flat stomach.

"Feel good, baby?" Vicky asked in a whisper.

Sarah sat up as if she'd been struck by lightning.

"Where am I?" she demanded, loudly.

"My apartment," Vicky said, raising her face to Sarah's.

"Why am I here?" she asked.

"You were too drunk to drive home after the party," Vicky told her. "So, I brought us here."

Sarah looked down at her underwear, then at Vicky, who was similarly dressed.

"What happened to my clothes?" she asked.

"They're on the chair," Vicky assured her. "I didn't think you'd be comfortable sleeping in them."

Clutching the sheet to her chest, Sarah looked around the room. Vicky reached out to touch her cheek, but Sarah pulled away.

"What happened?" Sarah asked as memories starting to trickle into her fuzzy brain.

"It was amazing," Vicky said, smiling.

"Did we...uh..." Sarah began.

"Yes, we did," Vicky said. "Several times."

"Oh, my God," Sarah said, turning to sit on the edge of the bed.

"We both said that a couple times," Vicky teased.

"But...I'm not..." Sarah sputtered.

"Not what?" Vicky asked, knowing exactly what Sarah was about to say.

"I'm not gay," Sarah lamented. "I'm straight."

"Honey, you're spaghetti," Vicky said with a giggle.

"Spaghetti?" Sarah repeated, confused.

Vicky nodded.

"You're straight...until you get wet," Vicky said.

"That's not true," Sarah objected, shaking her head vigorously.

"You really got into it once we got going," Vicky told her.

"Shit! Did anyone see us?" Sarah asked warily, looking back over her shoulder. "Did Eddie see us?"

"Your pitiful boyfriend was passed out when we left the party," Vicky said. "And, no; nobody saw us."

Sarah stood up, pulling the sheet with her, trying to cover herself.

"You can't tell anyone about this," Sarah said, her words running together as she spoke quickly.

"Don't worry," Vicky said. "Your secret is safe with me."

"My secret?" Sarah asked, confused. "What secret?"

"That you love eating pussy," Vicky said flatly.

The younger woman stood silently, shocked by Vicky's answer.

"You don't remember?" Vicky asked, feigning insult.

She spun to the nightstand and picked up her cell phone. Calling up the pictures she'd taken while Sarah went down on her, she turned the screen to Sarah. For a moment, Sarah's eyes went wide. Vicky scrolled to the next picture.

"That could be anyone," Sarah said, trying to stay calm.

Next, Vicky played the video she'd recorded. Though the encounter had taken place in the dark, the voices were unmistakably Sarah and Vicky. Sarah was crestfallen.

"Please don't tell Eddie we did this," Sarah said.

"Why not?" Vicky teased.

"Please," Sarah repeated. "I don't want him to know."

"Maybe he can watch next time," Vicky suggested.

"Next time?" Sarah blurted. "We're not doing that again."

Vicky scooted to the edge of the bed and stood up. Looking at her phone, she began dialing.

"Then maybe I should send those files to Eddie," she said.

"Noooo," Sarah cried out. "You can't"

"I certainly can," Vicky assured. "And, I will...unless you do what I want."

Sarah stared at her for several moments as she considering her predicament.

"What do I have to do?" she asked, finally, lowering her eyes to the floor.

Vicky moved closer. She reached out, placed the first two fingers of her left hand under Sarah's chin, and lifted her face.

"Well, my dear; from now on, you're going to be my little fuck doll," Vicky said, a sneer spreading across her lips.

"What?" Sarah bawled.

"You heard me," Vicky said. "When I need to cum, I'm going to call you, and you're going to come running, eager to shove your face into my wet cunt."

"You're crazy," Sarah whistled.

"I'm horny," Vicky purred.

She pressed her body against Sarah's. The shorter woman backed away, but Vicky stayed with her until Sarah's shoulder blades hit the wall behind her. Vicky kissed her lips.

"It's not all bad," Vicky said, quietly. "I'll make you cum, too."

"I was drunk," Sarah whimpered. "You took advantage of me, and now you're blackmailing me."

"Yes, I am," Vicky admitted, with a wink.

Sarah looked away, resigned to her fate.

"Come to bed," Vicky said, taking her hand and leading her.

Spinning around, Vicky motioned for Sarah to sit on the edge. Vicky placed her cell phone on the nightstand, surreptitiously setting it to record video, and placing so it could capture both of them. Turning back to Sarah - maneuvering carefully, allowing the camera to catch Sarah's face - she placed her hands on the young woman's shoulders and gently pushed, making Sarah lie back.

"What are you going to do?" Sarah asked, looking down her body at Vicky.

"Exactly what I've been fantasizing about since the day I met you," Vicky answered.

Vicky gazed into Sarah's eyes as she wiggled out of her panties. Stepping out of the thong, she tossed it aside. Climbing on the bed, Vicky crawled upward, admiring Sarah's figure. For a moment, she kissed Sarah's soft lips, and then carefully moved up to straddle her face.

"You know what to do, baby," Vicky said, her fingers intertwining in Sarah's hair.

Sarah hesitated. Vicky tightened her grip, and Sarah growled.

"Eat that pussy," Vicky demanded.

Sarah twisted her head slightly, and she kissed Vicky's inner thigh tentatively. Pulling at Sarah's locks, Vicky directed her face where she wanted it. Sarah's mouth found Vicky's pussy. Her tongue slipped out and she licked up and down the lips.

"Mmmm," Vicky said. "Keep going."

As she complied, Vicky grabbed Sarah's hands and guided them to her breasts. Sarah pushed her hands under Vicky's bra and squeezed her breasts. Vicky's right hand drifted between her legs and she spread her lips, giving Sarah access to her clit. Sarah didn't delay, flicking her tongue against Vicky's button.

"Oh, fuck," Vicky cried out, nearly doubling over.

Sarah's hands slid down and around Vicky's body, and she tried to grab Vicky's ass as she shoved her tongue into Vicky's pussy.

"Jesus, that's it," Vicky moaned.

Vicky began shifting her hips back and forth, grinding hard, riding Sarah's face.

"Yessss," Vicky hissed. "That what I fucking want."

Sarah's fingers clutched at Vicky's hot flesh. She mumbled something made incoherent by a mouthful of Vicky's pussy.

"Make me cum, Sarah," Vicky pleaded. "Make me cum!"

It didn't take long. Vicky fell forward, struggling to hold herself up on her hands, and her entire body trembled. Again, Sarah tried to speak, but Vicky couldn't hear.

"I'm cumming," she sobbed.

She clawed at the sheets, and her body convulsed violently. Her arms gave out, and she collapsed to the bed, her ass up in the air as Sarah continued pleasuring her. She moaned Sarah's name over and over as her body quivered.

Sarah slithered out from under Vicky. Popping up to her knees, she grabbed Vicky's hips and rolled her onto her back, spreading her legs wide. For a moment, she admired Vicky's wet cunt, then flattened on her stomach, once more positioning her face between Vicky's thighs.

Vicky was still shaking as aftershocks of her orgasm rolled through her body. Sarah pressed the tips of two fingers against Vicky's hole, and lapped at her clit. Vicky's body jerked in reaction, and Sarah slid her fingers farther inside. Vicky reached out to grab Sarah's hair, but the younger woman used her free hand to thwart Vicky's effort. Sarah began moving her fingers in and out, fucking Vicky hard and fast while sucking on her clit, and occasionally dabbing at the bud with her tongue.

"More," Vicky demand. "Oh, God, make me cum again!"

Vicky's hands shot to her breasts, and she pinched her own nipples as her body arched into the air. She came a second time, bucking against Sarah's face.

"That's right, you fucking bitch, cum for me," Sarah shouted, lifting her head, while she continued to finger Vicky's pussy.

Vicky squirmed as Sarah gradually slowed her efforts, prolonging Vicky's orgasm. After a few minutes, Sarah let her fingers slip from Vicky's wetness. Vicky exhaled a long breath, and gazed at Sarah.

"Was that good?" Sarah asked.

Vicky nodded.

"It was," she managed to say.

Sarah smiled, and held up the fingers she'd been thrusting inside Vicky. The latter could see her glistening juices coating the digits.

"Come here," Vicky directed, taking Sarah's hand, and pulling it to her mouth. "Help me clean them."

Moving close, Sarah joined Vicky in licking the fingers. Their tongues met, and Vicky wrapped her arms around Sarah, hugging her tightly as they kissed. Vicky recovered slowly; her breathing returned to normal, and she lifted her head to glance toward the cell phone. From this distance, she couldn't tell if it was still recording.

"Are you OK?" Sarah asked.

"Yes," Vicky said, smiling. "I'm very OK."

"Can I ask you something?" Sarah inquired.

"Of course," Vicky returned.

"Is there anything I can do to get you to erase those files on your phone?" Sarah asked.

Vicky gazed into Sarah's eyes.

"Keep making me cum," Vicky said.

"Why?" Sarah asked, loudly, pulling away, and sitting up on the bed. "I mean, why me?"

Vicky sat up next to Sarah, and kissed the younger woman's shoulder blade.

"Because I've wanted to fuck you since the moment I saw you," Vicky whispered. "And, now I've found a way to do it whenever I want."

Sarah stared at her blankly.

"Let's take a shower," Vicky said.

Rising, she tossed away her bra, and sauntered toward the bathroom.

"Get undressed," she said, looking over her shoulder.

Twisting her arms to unsnap her own bra, Sarah followed. Vicky leaned into the tub and turned on the water. After adjusting the temperature, she glanced back at Sarah, and watched as she removed her panties; sliding them down to her ankles, and then kicking them aside. Vicky stepped into the shower. Hesitantly, Sarah joined her. Vicky pulled her under the spray of hot water.

"No," Sarah yelled. "My hair!"

Vicky laughed and held her in place.

"Take it down," Vicky said. "I like your hair down."

As Sarah complied, Vicky picked up a bottle of body wash. She squeezed some of the gel into her right hand. Vicky rubbed both hands together before putting them on Sarah's breasts.

"Sooo nice," she cooed, caressing Sarah's heavy globes.

Vicky pinched Sarah's nipples gently before sliding her hands across Sarah's stomach. She shoved her right hand between Sarah's legs, and the younger woman stiffened as Vicky brushed her pussy.

"Shit," Sarah groaned, grabbing Vicky's arm.

"You don't like that?" Vicky asked, pressing her thumb against Sarah's clit.

"I do," Sarah said. "Just...go slow."

"Oh, no, my dear," Vicky mocked, shaking her head.

Vicky pushed Sarah to the tile wall of the shower. As the water ran down their bodies, Vicky knelt in front of Sarah.

"Spread your legs," Vicky said.

She guided Sarah's left foot to the side of the tub. Her hand drifted upward, along Sarah's shin; over her knee, tickling her inner thigh, until reaching her pussy. Sarah's body shuddered. Vicky gently massaged her cunt as the hot water washed away the soap, and steam filled the bathroom.

Vicky pushed her face between Sarah's legs, nuzzling her pussy. Vicky stuck out her tongue, quickly running it up and down Sarah's lips.

"Mmmm," Sarah purred.

Vicky's right hand traveled up Sarah's slippery body. Palming Sarah's left breast, she squeezed hard.

"Fuck," Sarah cried out, grabbing at Vicky's hand.

It didn't deter Vicky, she pinched Sarah's nipple, and the cry became a low howl.

"Stop," Sarah pleaded. "You're hurting me."

"You love it, don't you?" Vicky asked, grinning up at Sarah.

"No," she protested.

"Well, you're gonna learn to," Vicky assured her.

Sarah shook her head as Vicky's mouth returned to her cunt. Before Sarah reacted, Vicky pushed two fingers into her pussy.

"Cocksucker," Sarah nearly screamed.

Vicky attacked Sarah's clit with her tongue, striking it repeatedly as Sarah trembled. Sarah's hands drifted to the back of Vicky's head, holding her in place. Vicky continued crushing Sarah's nipple, and Sarah's senses were overwhelmed by the combination of pleasure and pain.

"Do you want me to stop?" Vicky asked, retreating a few inches.

"God, no," Sarah raged.

"You want me to make you cum?" Vicky asked, still moving her fingers inside the younger woman.

"Yes," Sarah bawled. "Please."

"Say it," Vicky demanded. "Say, 'Please, Vicky, make me cum.'"

"Pleeeeeease," Sarah insisted, seemingly out of breath, "make me cum, Vicky."

Thrusting her fingers deep inside Sarah, Vicky pushed her face against Sarah's cunt, sucking the clit hard. Sarah's body jerked and she clawed at the tile wall, seeking support. As Vicky pistoned her fingers in and out, Sarah began to shake. Her right knee weakened, nearly buckling before Vicky stood up, and pressed her body to Sarah's, pinning her against the wall. Her fingers slipped from inside Sarah, but she continued roughly working Sarah's clit.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming," Sarah called out, her eyes screwed shut.

Wrapping her arms around Vicky, Sarah dug her nails into the pale flesh of Vicky's back, and both women groaned. Sarah bucked wildly, threatening to make them fall, and Vicky ceased rubbing her pussy in order to keep them steady on the slippery floor of the tub.

"I've got you, baby," Vicky whispered, reassuring Sarah.

With her left hand, Vicky gingerly cleared a few stray hairs from Sarah's face, and Sarah's eyes opened. Noticing Vicky staring at her, she looked away.

"Oh, gonna be shy now?" Vicky asked.

"I don't..." Sarah began.

"There's no reason to be," Vicky said.

"It's not that," Sarah said, quietly.

"You don't need to be ashamed either," Vicky told her.

Sarah shook her head.

"Did you cum?" Vicky asked, rhetorically.

"Yes," Sarah answered.

"Did it feel good?" Vicky continued.

Sarah hesitated, carefully lowering her left foot.

"Yes," she admitted, finally.

"Then fuck everything else," Vicky said, smiling.

Before Sarah could say anything, Vicky latched onto her shoulders and turned her, forcing her chest to the cool tiles of the shower stall. Vicky retrieved the bottle of body wash and squeezed. A thin stream of green gel trickled onto Sarah's spine, between her shoulder blades, and oozed downward slowly. Sarah squirmed as it rolled down her skin. Vicky dropped the bottle, and held Sarah.

As the goo reached the crack of Sarah's ass, Vicky moved her hands, soaping Sarah's back, and then down to her butt. Sarah observed Vicky over her shoulder as the latter's fingers crept into her crack.

"Noooo," she pleaded.

"You have such a gorgeous ass, Sarah," Vicky said.

Her fingertips caressed Sarah's hole, circling around and around several times, and Sarah rose up onto her tip-toes as if trying to escape. The spray of water washed away the soap coating Sarah's skin, and Vicky cautiously knelt behind the younger woman.

"What are you doing?" Sarah questioned, trying to turn.

Grabbing Sarah's hips, Vicky held her in place. She leaned close and pressed her lips against the small of Sarah's back. Shifting her hands, she spread Sarah's ass cheeks. Slowly, Vicky let her tongue trail downward, into Sarah's crack; continuing until she reached Sarah's puckered sphincter.

"Oh, fuck," Sarah cried out as Vicky's tongue touched her.

"Mmmm, hmmm," Vicky mumbled, her mouth full.

"That feels so fucking good," Sarah moaned.

Vicky probed the wrinkled skin, alternating hard and soft stabs. Sarah wiggled her ass, and rocked back toward Vicky, attempting to force her tongue deeper. She clutched at Vicky's hair, trying to pull the older woman's face into her. Vicky maneuvered her right hand underneath to manipulate Sarah's clit.

"Yessss," Sarah sighed. "Just like that."

It took only another minute before Sarah came for the second time - the climax exploding through her body like a volcanic eruption. Vicky continued licking her while she shook, convulsing violently, and muttering. Vicky couldn't help but smile, even as she prolonged Sarah's orgasm by dipping her fingers between the slick lips of her pussy, and then sliding them over the clit.

"Jesus," Sarah simpered as her breathing slowed, "that was incredible."

Vicky stood and pulled Sarah upright.

"I told you it would be fun for you, too," she said.

The two women exited the shower, and dried off. As Sarah dressed, Vicky rifled through her top dresser drawer. Within a minute, she produced a black, lace and elastic choker.

"I want you to wear this when you come over tonight," Vicky said.

"Tonight?!" Sarah objected. "I can't. I have a date with Eddie."

"Bring him with you," Vicky directed.

"No," Sarah said, firmly.

Vicky picked up her cell phone.

"Then I guess Eddie will have to find out you love eating pussy," Vicky said. "And, maybe the people at work, too."

"Noooo," Sarah howled.

Flipping through her contacts list, Vicky gazed at Sarah.

"Why?" Sarah asked. "I don't want him to know. I don't want anyone to know."

Vicky, still scrolling, remained silent.

"Please don't," Sarah begged.

It took a few more moments, but Sarah relented.

"I'll do it," she said.

"Good girl," Vicky allowed. "Be here at nine. And, tell Eddie to take a shower first."

Vicky walked Sarah to the front door, and gently kissed her lips before she left.



To Victoria Go the Spoils Ch. 03



Victoria began to think Sarah and Eddie weren't going to show up. She watched the clock in her kitchen blink to 9:18.

Nearly 20 minutes late, she thought, absentmindedly tugging at the sleeve of the thigh-length, red silk robe she wore.

Impatience gnawed at her, but she decided she'd wait until 9:30. If they weren't here by then, she'd call Sarah - once. She didn't want to think about what she'd have to do if Sarah didn't answer.

For a moment, the specter of doubt returned - the ghost of the shy, reserved woman she'd been just 24 hours earlier whispered in her ear, and she worried that she'd pushed Sarah too quickly. Pouncing on the young woman outside the party was one thing, but ordering her to bring her boyfriend over might prove to be the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back.

Just as suddenly, her misgivings blew away like leaves before a stiff breeze. The "new" Vicky spoke up, reminding her how wonderful it is to be in control; how good it felt to finally get what she wanted, and how hard she'd cum with Sarah's mouth on her. The tingle returned to her pussy.

"The die is cast," Vicky muttered, to no one. "Can't turn back now."

Without thinking, she stood and walked across the living room to look out the windows. A quick survey of the parking lot - at least what she could see of it - did not reveal Sarah's car. A low growl rumbled in Vicky's throat. She was about to turn away when the beams of headlights sliced through the darkness. A car pulled into view. It took a moment, but Vicky recognized it as Sarah's.

"That little bitch is in trouble," Vicky fumed.

Vicky watched as Sarah and Eddie exited the vehicle, and made their way toward the stairway leading to her apartment. Retreating from the glass, she checked the bedroom - making sure everything was ready. Before heading for the front door, she clicked "record" on her laptop computer's video making program, and once more eye-balled the angle of the camera. She leaned against a wall in the entranceway, anticipating the knock. When it came, she made them wait; counting to 10 before opening the door.

"You're late," Vicky snapped.

Sarah was about to reply, but closed her mouth.

"You aren't ready yet?" Eddie asked.

"What?" Vicky returned, confused.

"Aren't you going to the movies with us?" Eddie continued.

Vicky looked at Sarah, whose eyes were on the floor. A moment of silence passed between the three. Vicky used the time to examine Sarah's outfit. She'd dressed down, wearing ripped up jeans, and a hoodie. Vicky noticed she'd also worn the choker Vicky gave her. Eddie had on a t-shirt, jeans that looked like they hadn't been washed in weeks, and tennis shoes. His hair, however, looked clean, leading Vicky to suspect Sarah had made sure he showered today. Vicky was about to complement Sarah when she raised her chin. Gazing at Vicky, she mouthed a single word - please.

"Why don't you guys come in," Vicky suggested.

She led them into the living room, turned on the television - setting it on a baseball game - and handed the remote to Eddie as he sat down.

"I'll just throw on some clothes," Vicky said, heading for the bedroom. "Sarah, why don't you come help me pick out an outfit?"

Sarah hesitated for a moment, but then followed Vicky.

"Chicks," Eddie hooted, derisively.

After Sarah entered, Vicky swung the door closed, but then opened it again, leaving a three-inch gap. A smile crept over her lips as she turned to Sarah.

"I'm sorry," Sarah whispered. "I didn't know what..."

Vicky slapped her cheek - not hard enough to hurt, but enough to shock her.

"Get on your knees," Vicky ordered.

"Wha..." Sarah began, but was cut off by another blow - this one harder.

"I didn't tell you to speak, whore," Vicky said as Sarah rubbed her cheek.

"I can't," Sarah objected. "Eddie is right out there."

Vicky raised her hand a third time. Sarah brought up her arm to block the strike, and Vicky waited.

"Please," Sarah begged.

"On your fucking knees," Vicky told her, harshly enunciating each word.

Sarah sank slowly, bowing in front of Vicky.

"That's better," Vicky said, looking down at her. "Take off that sweatshirt."

As Sarah complied, Vicky reached out to cup her breasts, gently squeezing them through the t-shirt Sarah worn underneath. Vicky's hands drifted upward to Sarah's head. She wove her fingers into Sarah's hair, and pulled her forward.

"Eat my pussy," she said, quietly.

"No," Sarah said, trying to pull away. "Eddie's waiting."

"I'm not going to tell you again," Vicky said, her voice rising.

"Everything OK in there?" Eddie called from the living room. "You two gonna come out this year?"

"Coming in a couple minutes," Vicky answered, still grasping Sarah.

Gazing at Sarah, Vicky saw tears in her eyes.

"Get to work," Vicky told her.

Sarah pushed her face between Vicky's legs. She discovered the latter wasn't wearing panties, and she thrust her tongue against Vicky's moist lips. Vicky moaned as Sarah probed her.

"Ohhhh, that's it," Vicky cooed. "I've been missing that mouth since this morning."

Sarah's hands slid up the back of Vicky's legs. Reaching her ass, Sarah clawed at the cheeks, dragging her nails over Vicky's flesh. Vicky released Sarah's head and slipped off her robe, letting the thin fabric float to the floor. Nude now, she pinched her own nipples as Sarah pleasured her.

The combination of Sarah's mouth, and the power Vicky felt exercising her dominance of Sarah, seemed like an electric current; the stream coursed through Vicky's body, and she trembled. Feeling the tightness growing in the pit of her stomach, she tried to steady herself; clutching at Sarah's shoulders.

"Make me cum, baby," Vicky hissed. "Please, make me cummmm..."

It took only another minute and mere electricity turned into an orgasmic bolt of lightning, exploding her senses. Her body convulsed violently, and her mouth fell open in a silent scream. Without the support of Sarah's hands on her ass, Vicky would've collapsed to the floor as she came. Her mind went blank, and the world around her disappeared. Her strength drained away and she slumped over Sarah.

"I've got you," Sarah said, softly, removing her mouth from Vicky's cunt.

Rising to a crouch, she hugged Vicky, and guided her to the bed, letting her flop onto her back as she continued to quiver. Sarah sat next to her, stroking her hair.

"That was so good," Vicky managed to say, taking hold of Sarah's hand.

"Can we go to the movie now?" Sarah asked, warily.

"I want to make you cum first," Vicky said.

Sarah deflated.

"I don't want..." she began. "I mean...I don't need to cum."

"Of course you do, my dear," Vicky said, slowly rolling to the edge of the bed and cautiously rising to her feet. "Get on your knees and push your jeans down."

"Eddie's waiting," Sarah reminded her.

"And, he'll keep waiting," Vicky said, reaching into the drawer of her nightstand.

"But..." Sarah said, watching Vicky pull out a strapless dildo.

Her eyes went wide.

"What..." she stammered. "What are you going to do with that?"

"I'm going to fuck your pretty little pussy," Vicky answered, matter-of-factly.

"We can't do that," Sarah protested.

Vicky grabbed Sarah's hair and pulled hard, tilting her head back. She put the tip of her nose to Sarah's, and stared into her watering eyes.

"If I say we're going to fuck," she snarled, "that's exactly what we're going to do."

She threw Sarah's head forward as she released the hair.

"Now get your fucking pants down," Vicky insisted.

Sarah did as she was told, while Vicky lubed up her end of the dildo, and gingerly slipped it inside herself, gasping as she positioned it.

"Like my cock?" she asked Sarah, stroking its length a few times.

Sarah nodded, and Vicky crawled on the bed, bringing the lube with her. She turned Sarah so the younger woman faced the bedroom door, then knelt behind her. Her right hand drifted between Sarah's legs; sliding up her inner thighs to her pussy.

"Oh, my God," Vicky said. "You're soaking wet."

Looking back over her shoulder, Sarah remained silent.

"You little slut," Vicky giggled. "I don't even need the lube."

Before Sarah could reply, Vicky pressed the head of the toy to her slick lips. Nudging it forward, the head entered Sarah.

"Fuuuuck," Sarah sighed.

"I know you want it, my little whore," Vicky purred. "Take my cock."

Slowly, Vicky worked the latex into Sarah, moving in and out, going a little deeper each time as the toy became covered with Sarah's juices. This was the first time she'd used the toy with another person, and as the other end of the dildo shifted inside her, Vicky delighted in the sensation. Her mind was clouded in ecstasy, and she clawed at Sarah's hips, pulling her back. It didn't take long to sink the entire length into Sarah's pussy.

Vicky's mouth fell open, and a low moan spilled out. She glanced down at Sarah's ass, and the dildo disappearing inside her. The tightness returned to her belly, and she knew she couldn't hold off much longer. Reaching up, she once more grabbed a handful of Sarah's hair.

She lifted her right hand, preparing to smack Sarah's butt cheek, when a thought appeared through the fog of bliss. Vicky stopped moving her hips, no longer thrusting into Sarah, but Sarah rocked back against her...then forward...then back.

"Holy shit," Vicky blurted. "I knew you were spaghetti. You want to fuck as much as I do."

Her hand came down, landing on Sarah's flesh with a loud smack.

In the living room, Eddie heard the noise, but had no clue what it was. He glanced at the clock, and realized they'd need to leave immediately to make it to the theater in time. Standing up, he walked to the door, and peeked in. The sight that greeted him made his jaw drop.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Eddie exploded.

The voice startled both women. Sarah froze. Vicky laughed when she saw Eddie face. She'd been waiting for this.

"Well, Eddie," she said, as she resumed shoving her cock into Sarah. "I have good news and bad news."

Eddie stepped closer to the bed, and Sarah tried to pull away. Vicky slapped her ass hard and she yelped.

"Don't you fucking move," Vicky ordered.

Eddie repeated his earlier query, with less volume this time.

"The bad news is your girlfriend likes pussy," Vicky giggled. "But, the good news is your girlfriend likes pussy."

"What..." Eddie scoffed, staring at Sarah, who hid her face in her hands. "Are you some kind of dyke?"

"Eddie," Vicky yelled. "If you ever say that word in this apartment again, I will beat your ass."

Eddie glared at her.

"If you need a label, it would be lesbian," Vicky said. "And, no; Sarah is not a lesbian. If she's anything, she's bisexual."

"I don't get it," Eddie mumbled.

"She likes dick and pussy," Vicky said.

"How did this..." Eddie started to ask.

"I was drunk," Sarah protested, dropping her hands.

"And, who was just riding my cock like she couldn't get enough?" Vicky retorted.

"I can't believe this," Eddie raged.

"Eddie, you have two choices," Vicky said, reasonably. "You can either get pissed off, storm out, and never talk to Sarah again. Or, you can come over to the bed, open your pants, and let Sarah blow you."

Vicky could almost see the wheels slowly turning in Eddie's brain. Some part of him wanted to leave, but his 22-year-old libido wouldn't allow it. He stood at the end of the bed and unzipped his jeans. Sarah turned to look back at Vicky; her mascara ran down from her eyes to her cheekbones.

"Please, don't do this," she implored.

"It's too late now," Vicky said. "He knows."

Vicky increased the speed and force of her advances. Her hips smacked into Sarah's ass, making it bounce each time she made contact. Eddie pushed down his pants and underwear. His cock popped free, and Vicky had to stifle a laugh. It couldn't have been more than four inches long, and wasn't very thick. Erect, it stood perpendicular to his body, waiting.

He's 6'8", and that's all he's got in his pants? she thought.

"Suck his cock, Sarah," Vicky demanded.

As the words left her mouth, an orgasm ripped through Vicky. She clawed at Sarah's flesh as she bucked. The action drove the dildo deeper into Sarah, and in the swirl of emotions she was feeling, pushed her over the edge. Sarah cried out as she came, her cunt clutching at the toy, nearly pulling it out of Vicky.

The room filled with moans as the two women came together, and Eddie lost control. Watching his girlfriend cum while being fucked by another woman was more than his fantasy-rich mind and young body could handle. He erupted, spewing cum onto Sarah's face and Vicky's bedspread. Surprised, Sarah turned away from the unexpected spray of semen.

"Fuck, Eddie," Sarah sputtered.

"Dickhead," Vicky seethed. "All over my fucking bed."

Vicky's anger faded quickly, and she couldn't suppress her amusement at Eddie's lack of control. She rolled her eyes as Eddie grabbed his shaft, and stroked himself to work out the last of his cum.

"I hope you've got some reserves in there, quick draw," Vicky mocked, surveying his wilting cock.

Eddie shrugged as she regarded him coldly.

"It'll take a minute," he said, his eyes tracing over her breasts.

Vicky gently removed her cock from Sarah. Lying back on the bed, she curled her finger at Sarah, giving her the come here sign.

"Ride me, baby," she beckoned.

Sarah stripped off her shoes, jeans, panties, and t-shirt, then crawled up Vicky's body. Vicky twisted to look at Eddie.

"Get that thing hard again," Vicky said.

He began kneading his sticky, flaccid penis.

"Has she let you fuck her pretty little ass yet, Eddie?" Vicky asked.

"No," Eddie answered. "She doesn't like it there."

"Oh, she does," Vicky revealed. "She loved it when I tongued her hole this morning."

Shocked, Eddie looked at Sarah, whose gaze fell to Vicky's breasts.

"I think she'll let you have her ass tonight," Vicky said. "Isn't that right, Sarah?"

Sarah hesitated. Vicky reached up and lifted her chin with two fingers.

"You can have his cock there, or mine," Vicky said. "Understand?"

She nodded, reluctantly.

"There are some condoms in my nightstand, Eddie," Vicky said.

Sarah straddled Vicky and guided the latex cock back to her wetness. She sighed as she lowered herself, taking it in. While Eddie pulled off his clothes, and selected a condom, Sarah moved up and down, then back and forth, grinding against Vicky. Their eyes locked, and Vicky held Sarah's hips, moving with her as she undulated.

Eddie fumbled to don the condom, then crawled on the bed. Even on his knees, he towered over the two of them. Vicky slid her hands up Sarah's side, then pulled the latter down to kiss her, which presented Sarah's ass to Eddie. Without looking, Vicky located the lube she'd earlier abandoned, and tossed it toward Eddie. At least smart enough to grasp her intent, he squeezed a few drops of the water-based goo onto Sarah's ass. His cock revived as he watch it ooze down Sarah's crack.

"Are you ready, Sarah?" Eddie croaked, jerking himself.

Breaking her kiss with Vicky, she looked back at Eddie.

"Just do it," she answered.

"Fuck her ass, Eddie," Vicky said. "She wants to feel your cock in there."

Wrapping her arms around Sarah, Vicky hugged her tightly. Eddie inched closer, and rubbed the head of his cock over Sarah's asshole. Her body jerked.

"Relax, baby," Vicky whispered.

Eddie inched forward, penetrating Sarah. She stiffened, and Vicky kissed her mouth hard. Eddie pressed deeper, holding Sarah's hips, going slowly, feeling the growing warmth.

"It's so fucking tight," Eddie said. "Soooo hot."

Again, Sarah broke the kiss and gasped for breath. By the time Eddie completed working himself into her, Sarah was panting; fighting for the air she needed.

"Does it feel good, baby?" Vicky asked.

"It hurts," Sarah groaned. "But, I feel so...full."

Vicky smiled at her as Eddie made a clumsy attempt to lean over and kiss Sarah. The action increased Sarah's discomfort. She grimaced.

"Stay still, Eddie," Vicky ordered. "Let Sarah ride us."

Tentatively, pinned between two bodies, Sarah began wiggling; worming herself forward and back, making the two cocks slide a few centimeters - in and out - over and over. The pain was replaced by a hunger. She wanted more; needed it; had to have it. Sarah moved faster; maneuvering a little farther; thrusting harder; taking Vicky and Eddie deeper inside.

"Oh, God," she cooed. "Ohhhhh, Goddddd!"

"Do you like it, Sarah?" Vicky asked.

"Yessss," Sarah hissed.

"Tell me, baby," Vicky directed.

"I love it," Sarah admitted.

"Are you gonna cum for me?" Vicky asked.

"I want to," Sarah cried. "I want to cum so bad. I'm going to cum."

"Not yet," Vicky said.

"What? No," Sarah said. "I can't stop now."

"Don't you dare cum, Sarah," Vicky said, sternly.

She stopped squirming, and looked into Vicky's eyes.

"Pleeeease," she whispered.

Eddie renewed his efforts, shoving himself into Sarah. Her mouth fell open and her fingernails scraped across Vicky's shoulders.

"I need to cum," she pleaded.

"Beg me," Vicky said.

"Please, Vicky," Sarah howled. "I'm so close."

"Are you my little fuck doll?" Vicky asked.

"Yes! Yes! I'll be whatever you want," Sarah promised her. "Just let me cum."

Swiftly elevating her hips, Vicky buried the cock in Sarah's cunt.

"Cum for me now," Vicky yelled out. "Cum all over my cock, slut."

The dominoes fell. First Sarah came, shaking wildly. Then, Eddie, grunting and firing his cum in Sarah's ass. Lastly, Vicky, seeing their faces as they climaxed together, went over the edge, convulsing beneath the two young lovers she'd manipulated. The room filled with moans which echoed off the walls, amplifying their pleasure.

Collapsing in a heap, the three lay still for several minutes; their heart rates slowing; their breathing returning to normal. Holding the base of the condom, Eddie delicately removed his shrunken cock from Sarah's ass. When his strength returned, he rolled off the two women. Next, Sarah slid off Vicky.

Vicky sat up slowly. She removed the dildo from her pussy and placed it on the nightstand. Rotating to put her feet on the floor, she stood carefully, making sure her legs would hold her. She took the condom from Eddie, and padded off to the bathroom. When she returned, Sarah and Eddie were dressing.

"Can we go?" Sarah asked, as Vicky watched her.

"Yes, you may," Vicky granted.

She walked them out. As the two exited, Vicky kissed Sarah's mouth.

"I'll call you tomorrow," she said, before closing the door.



To Victoria Go the Spoils Ch. 04



Sunday morning, Victoria rose late. She lay in bed for nearly 20 minutes after her eyes opened, stretching and twisting to loosen her muscles following the previous night's exploits. Her hips hurt. She'd used a strapless dildo for the first time - fucking another woman for the first time.

"Is this how guys feel the next day," she wondered aloud.

Her pussy ached. She'd cum three times with Sarah - and Eddie - and masturbated twice while watching video of the event. Vicky needed someone to kiss it and make it better. Unfortunately, she knew the person she wanted to do just that wouldn't be available today. And, she knew why. But, if her little scheme went as she expected, it would be the last time she didn't get what she wanted.

Rolling closer to the nightstand, Vicky put on her glasses, picked up her cell phone, and called Sarah. She already knew how the conversation would play out. It was the next - sadly necessary - step in her well-laid - she giggled to herself at the pun - plan.

"Come over and eat my pussy," Vicky said, when the younger woman answered.

"No," Sarah said, curtly.

"What?" Vicky returned.

"I'm not doing that again," Sarah informed her.

"Oh, my," Vicky said, facetiously. "What am I going to do with all the video I shot?"

"I don't care," Sarah roared. "Eddie knows now."

"Maybe I'll show the guys at work," Vicky said. "I bet they'd love it."

Sarah didn't speak for several seconds.

"You won't do that," Sarah retorted. "It would hurt you as much as me. Goodbye."

She hung up, and Vicky sighed. Despite knowing the inevitable ending, it still hurt. Sarah had defied her. Checking the time, she wondered if Eddie would be awake. Deciding to give it a shot, she scrolled through her contacts list, and called him.

"Hello," the drowsy voice said.

That answers that question, Vicky thought.

"Eddie," she said.

"Yeah," he answered, slowly. "Who is this?"

"It's Vicky," she said.

Silence.

"You know, from last night," she said.

"Oh, hey, what's up?" he asked.

"Well, I wanted to talk to you," Vicky told him.

"OK," he said, still half-asleep.

"I was wondering if you'd want to come over to my place," Vicky said.

"Why?" he asked.

"Well, we didn't get a chance to fuck," she said, telling the truth.

"Yeah," he acknowledged.

"And, I really want to try it," she lied.

"I thought you were a dy...I mean...a lesbian," Eddie said.

"No, I'm bisexual," Vicky said. "I like boys and girls."

Vicky almost added, "like your girlfriend," before stopping herself, not wanting him to think about Sarah. Eddie wasn't the brightest bulb in the pack, but this trap had to be set carefully. And, when hunting, one should never underestimate the prey.

"What about Sarah?" Eddie asked.

Shit, Vicky thought, so much for that.

"What about her?" Vicky responded.

"She's my girlfriend," he said.

"I won't tell her," Vicky assured him. "We can fuck, no strings attached."

She could almost hear the gears in his young brain turning.

"You mean, like, friends with benefits?" Eddie asked.

"Yes, Eddie," Vicky allowed. "I guess you could call it that."

His 22-year-old libido was all but screaming through the phone.

"You promise you won't tell Sarah?" he asked.

"I promise," she said, an essential deception.

"I guess I could come over," Eddie said.

Vicky rolled her eyes.

"Are you sure?" Vicky asked. "I don't want to force you."

"Yeah, I can," he said, quickly.

"Why don't you come over around one?" she suggested.

"OK, sounds like a plan," he said.

"Good," Vicky said. "I'll see you then."

She hung up, and crawled out of bed, heading for the bathroom.

At 1:00, Vicky sat at her dining room table. Wrapped in her red silk robe, she waited; her laptop positioned on a nearby bookshelf, the video making program once more ready to go. She'd placed a towel, condoms, and a small bottle of water-based lubricant on the table.

Eddie knocked a minute late. Vicky clicked "record," and answered. The jeans he wore looked like the same ones he'd had on the night before. Vicky hid her displeasure. Wordlessly, she waved him in, then closed the door.

"I'm glad you came over," she said, fighting to keep a straight face. "I really need some dick."

Vicky opened her robe, let it slip over her shoulders, and fall silently to the floor. Eddie's mouth dropped, and his eyes traced up and down her naked body.

"Uh, are you sure Sarah won't find out about this?" Eddie asked.

Vicky held up her right hand, palm flattened.

"Scout's honor," she said, solemnly.

Eddie let out a short laugh.

"So, is there anything in particular you'd like to do," Vicky asked.

"Fuck you," he answered.

"Well, yes," Vicky conceded. "But any position you'd like?"

"I wanna fuck your ti...your breasts," he said, ogling her C-cups.

"Mmmm, we can do that," Vicky said, moving to the table. "But, first, why don't you come here and fuck me from behind?"

"Your ass?" Eddie asked, eagerly. "Like I did with Sarah last night."

"We'll do a little ass play later," she said, giving him a wink.

Eddie grinned like an idiot.

"Let's start off slow," she said. "Fuck my pussy first."

"OK," he said.

"You'll have to get undressed," Vicky said, smiling.

Eddie all but ripped his clothes off. His hard cock stood out, pointing at her. The four inches - four slim inches - didn't seem any more appealing than it had the night before, but Vicky knew she had to take one for the team, so to speak. Vicky leaned over, her breasts resting on the table, and Eddie stroked himself as he moved behind. Picking up one of the condoms, Vicky reached back, showing it to him.

"Safety first," she said.

He took the golden foil packet and tore it open. As he rolled the latex down his shaft, Vicky squirted lube on her fingers, slipped her hand back between her legs, and rubbed herself. Ordinarily, extra lubrication wouldn't be required in order for her to accept Eddie's unimpressive member, but she was dry; the impending violation inspiring no arousal.

"Are you ready?" he asked, pressing the tip of his cock against her lips.

"Yes," Vicky said.

Eddie nudged himself forward, easily slipping into Vicky's warm cunt.

"Oh, God," he moaned.

"Does it feel good?" she asked.

"Yes," he told her. "It's so hot."

"Fuck me, Eddie," she directed.

Grabbing Vicky's hips, he began moving in and out; quickly increasing the speed and force of his thrusts; his hip bones slapping against Vicky's ass cheeks.

"That's it," she coaxed, "give it to me."

Only a minute later, his hands raced up her back, and he clutched her shoulders as he rammed himself into her. Vicky could feel him trembling.

"Hold on, Eddie," she cried out. "Slow down."

It was too late. Eddie grunted loudly as he slumped over her and convulsed violently.

"I'm cumming," he croaked. "I'm cum..."

"Already?" Vicky asked, quietly.

Frustrated, she sighed, and rested her head on the table, while he finished pumping.

"Fuuuuuck," he groaned, his sweaty chest sticking to her back.

Vicky could feel his heart pounding, and his ragged breath blew in her ear. She consoled herself in the knowledge that this was simply the price she had to pay, and the prize would be worth this uncomfortable, but relatively minimal, cost.

As he recovered, Eddie lifted his head. Placing his hands flat on the wood, he pushed himself up, relieving Vicky of his bulk. She inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with air. Holding the base of the condom, Eddie delicately removed his wilting penis from Vicky. He straightened, and shuffled back two steps, allowing Vicky to stand up. She turned to face him, resting her ass on the edge of the table.

"That was terrific," Eddie announced.

Vicky suppressed the urge to laugh, a grin creasing her lips.

"I'm going to need more," she said, looking into Eddie's eyes.

"What do you mean?" he asked. "You want to fuck again?"

"Well, why don't you try going down on me," she suggested.

"You mean, lick your pussy?" he asked.

"Yes, Eddie," she said, masking her frustration.

Carefully, Vicky lay back on the table, pulling her knees up, and spreading them. As he gawked at her slick pussy, she grabbed the towel, and used it to wipe away the residue of lubricant and spermicide between her legs.

"Come on," she said, "it won't bite. I promise."

Slowly, he knelt before her, and leaned close. He hesitated, staring at her.

What the fuck does Sarah see in this idiot? she thought.

"OK, Eddie," she said, lifting herself onto her elbows. "Start by putting one finger on the lips."

He did so, and she directed him as he traced over the engorged flesh for a minute.

"Now, slide it inside me," she told him.

As his finger entered her, she reached down and spread the hood cloaking her clit.

"See that?" she asked, pointing out her button.

He nodded, not taking his eyes off it.

"Touch it with your tongue," she said.

Tentatively, Eddie did as told. Vicky's body shivered when he made contact.

"Now, lick it," she said.

Eddie did so, maneuvering his tongue on her bud. A brief whimper escaped Vicky's throat.

"Go faster," she said, lowering her head to the table. "And, put another finger in me."

Inserting another finger, Eddie began sliding them in and out.

"Faster," Vicky said, "and keep licking."

He did so, finger-fucking Vicky while lapping at her clit. Vicky's body rocked in unison with his penetrations, and the table teetered back and forth a few millimeters, creaking ominously.

"That's it," Vicky purred. "Keep going."

Vicky closed her eyes, and thought about Sarah; tried to imagine Sarah's tongue on her clit; Sarah's fingers in her cunt. Though her brain struggled to fool her body, her excitement surged.

"Does it feel good?" Eddie asked, taking his mouth off her.

She didn't look at him.

"Don't talk," she demanded.

Vicky squeezed her breasts, her fingers sinking into the warm, supple flesh. Letting them close around her nipples, she pinched hard, twisting slightly, and she grimaced while her body experienced pleasure and pain at the same time.

The mix plunged her back into the fantasy. Her right hand drifted down her body, slipping between Eddie's mouth and her pussy. She rubbed her clit roughly as Eddie lifted his head, watching her. He continued pistoning his fingers in and out as Vicky's back arched. Her cunt constricted around his fingers, and she trembled.

"Oh, God," she sobbed. "I'm gonna cum."

She convulsed violently, and her body tried to double up on the table. Eddie retreated, his fingers abandoning her cunt as she came.

"Fuuuuuck," she moaned.

Her body shook wildly. She writhed back and forth; her sweaty body squeaking on the varnished wood.

"Holy shit," Eddie exclaimed. "Did I do that?"

Gasping for air, Vicky couldn't reply. Eddie stood, bent over Vicky, and kissed her mouth. In the fading afterglow of her orgasm, she didn't resist, even allowing his tongue past her lips. Her left hand clutched at his shoulder as her breathing slowed. Eddie ran his hands over her breasts as her heart rate returned to normal. She could feel his cock - already erect again - poking against her inner thigh.

"Do you want to cum again?" Vicky asked.

"Yes," he said, predictably.

"I know a way to make you cum harder than you ever have in your life," Vicky offered. "Wanna try it?"

"Sure," he said. "How?"

"I'll show you," she said, slipping off the table to sit in a chair. "Come here."

Surreptitiously, she checked the angle on the laptop camera, wanting to ensure it would catch them both. He stepped between her legs, his shins touching the chair, and looked down at her. Vicky picked up the towel and cleaned him. Dropping the cloth to his feet, she licked the tip of his cock. She nipped at the head, and he shifted his hips away from her mouth.

"Just teasing," she whispered, gazing up at him.

Vicky retrieved the lube. Pouring some into her right hand, she then reached out and slid her hand along his shaft, stroking him several times, spreading it evenly. His body shuddered.

"Calm down, Eddie," she said, releasing him.

Squeezing the bottle again, she let the goo ooze down the first two fingers of her right hand. Snapping it shut, she tossed the container on the table, then moved closer to Eddie, sliding her hand around behind him. As she took his cock in her mouth, her fingers wormed their way between his butt cheeks.

"What are you doing?" he asked, loudly, clenching.

"Shhh," she said, pulling back. "Just relax. You're going to love this."

Her mouth returned to his cock, taking his entire length. He rose onto his top-toes as her middle finger found his asshole. She circled it several times, spreading the lube, then pushed the tip inside. Her left hand cupped his balls, massaging gently; her fingers gliding over the matted pubic hair.

"Fuck," he groaned.

His hands drifted to her shoulders, seeking support. Vicky bobbed her head slowly, knowing he might blow at any moment, and trying to delay it as long as possible. Steadily, her thin finger moved deeper inside him. He grunted each time she thrust it, and again she abandoned his cock.

"Does that feel good, Eddie?" she asked, her left hand lightly caressing his shaft.

"Yesss," he allowed.

"Do you like my finger in your asshole?" she asked, pressing harder.

"Yes," he grumbled.

"Tell me," Vicky demanded. "Tell me you like it in your ass."

"I do! I like it," Eddie rasped. "I like it in my ass."

"Mmmm, good boy," she giggled, knowing she'd gotten exactly what she wanted. "Now, I want you to cum for me."

Once more, she consumed his cock, and her hand returned to his balls. She sucked hard, wanting to finish this. Probing his asshole with one hand, roughly kneading his scrotum with the other, and attacking his dick with her mouth, she rapidly drove him to the edge.

"Oh, I gonna cum," Eddie croaked. "I'm gonna cummmm..."

She felt his balls tighten, and she let him slip from her mouth one more time. Grabbing him, she stroked hard, aiming it at her breasts. His hips bucked, and he erupted, shooting a long stream of cum onto her chest. He gasped for breath, and his fingers clawed at her. He fired again and again, coating her skin with his semen.

"That's it, Eddie," Vicky soothed. "Give me every drop."

His frame drooped toward her, pushing her to the back of the chair, pinning her there as the last of his seed dribbled out. Vicky released his cock. As he gulped for air, she gingerly wiggled her finger, freeing it from his ass.

"Are you OK?" she asked.

"Mmmm, hmmm," he mumbled.

"Was I right?" she asked.

"Yes," he said. "I've never cum that hard."

Eddie stumbled backward two steps, allowing her to move. She lifted the towel from the floor, and cleaned her hands, wiping each finger individually as she smiled up at him.

"Jesus, I need to piss like a racehorse," Eddie muttered as Vicky blotted his jism from her breasts.

"Charming," Vicky scoffed.

He shrugged as he headed toward the bedroom. When he returned, Vicky had pulled on her robe, and sat on the couch, looking at her laptop.

"Whatcha doin'?" he asked.

"Uploading a video to the Cloud," she answered.

"What video?" Eddie asked.

"The one I made of us," she said.

"Us?" he asked, confused. "You mean, us...fucking."

"Yes," she said.

"You are a kinky girl," he said.

"Well, unfortunately, this is the only way I'll get to fuck Sarah again," Vicky said, raising her eyes.

"What do you mean?" he said, warily.

"This morning, before I called you, I called Sarah," Vicky revealed. "I wanted her to come over and fuck me today. But, the only reason she was doing that, is she didn't want me to tell you she likes pussy. You discovered that last night, so now she thinks she doesn't have to fuck me anymore."

Eddie stared at her, a perplexed expression on his face. He opened his mouth to speak, but Vicky cut off his question.

"What does that have to do with you?" she asked for him, then answered the question. "You're going to convince Sarah to come back to my bed."

"Why would I do that?" Eddie asked.

"Because," Vicky said, smiling, "if you don't, I'm going to show today's video to Sarah, and everyone at work."

Eddie's face fell. As the wheels in his head turned, Vicky's computer "dinged" to let her know the upload had completed.

"You..." Eddie stammered. "You promised you wouldn't tell Sarah."

"I lied, Eddie," Vicky admitted.

He remained silent for several moments.

"It won't be all bad," Vicky assured him. "I might even let you join us sometimes."

"But, she's my girlfriend," he protested.

"I'll make it very simple for you, Eddie," Vicky continued. "If Sarah keeps fucking me, nobody else needs to know how small your dick is, or that you like a finger up your ass."

"I..." he began to shout.

"Get dressed, and get out," Vicky said.

"I'm not going to..." Eddie said, moving toward her.

"I've got an e-mail ready to go out to everyone at work," Vicky said. "All I have to do is click send."

He stopped.

"Should I do it?" she asked, mocking him.

"No," he said, barely audible.

"What did you say?" she asked.

"No," he repeated, loudly.

"Good," Vicky said. "Have Sarah here at nine. Take a shower, and put on clean clothes before you come over tonight."

"How am I supposed to convince her to come?" he asked, tension in his voice.

"I don't care," Vicky hissed. "Just make sure her hot little ass is here at nine. And, don't be late this time. If you two aren't here by 9:01, I hit send."

Eddie wanted to object, but a piece of his brain realized he was trapped. He skulked out of Vicky's apartment. She watched him go, then jumped up and locked the door. Leaning against the wall, she smiled at the thought of fucking Sarah again.



To Victoria Go the Spoils Ch. 05



After a long, hot shower, Victoria put on a matching set of underwear -- tiny, sheer, and black. Eddie and Sarah arrived at 9:00 on the dot. Vicky opened the door, and Sarah scowled at her; her arms defiantly crossed over her chest. Obviously, the ultimatum Vicky'd delivered to Eddie earlier that day had worked. Vicky didn't know what he'd told Sarah to get her here, nor did she care.

She examined the pair. Sarah wore a little black dress. Low-cut, it ended about three inches above her knees. She'd accessorized with calf-high black boots, and the choker Vicky'd given her. Vicky pondered what this meant. She acted like she was supremely pissed off to be here, but she'd worn the item. Her long, brunette hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Eddie wore khaki pants, a polo shirt, and loafers. His hair was clean and combed. Vicky had to admit she was reasonably impressed.

Inviting them in, she closed the door, and led the two toward her bedroom. She could feel Eddie's eyes glued to her ass. Her pussy tingled, and she had to concentrate on walking straight. The expression Sarah gave her had set her off, and she was determined to hate fuck that look off her face. As she'd done so often recently, she clicked "record" on the video making program of her laptop.

"I love that outfit, Sarah," Vicky said, turning.

The couple remained silent, and Vicky stepped closer to Sarah.

"I can't wait to see you naked again," she whispered to the younger woman. "But, first we have some business to take care of."

She grabbed Sarah's hair, pulling hard, tilting her head back. Sarah gasped, her arms flailing as she tried to dislodge Vicky's hand. Eddie reached out toward Vicky.

"Sit down, Eddie," Vicky exploded.

He froze, his eyes locked on Sarah's face.

"Right now," Vicky said, her voice now even.

Eddie slunk over to the chair and plopped down. Vicky put the tip of her nose to Sarah's

"If you ever defy me again," she hissed, "I'll send all those videos to everyone at work."

"All of them?" Eddie blurted.

Sarah appeared to be confused. She twisted, trying to see Eddie. Vicky realized he hadn't told Sarah about their earlier rendezvous.

"Did I stutter?" Vicky said, turning her head to glare at Eddie.

He shrunk back into the chair.

"From now on," Vicky growled, "when I call, you're gonna hustle your pretty ass over here to make me cum. Understand?"

As Vicky held her hair, Sarah struggled to nod a fraction of an inch.

"Now, my little fuck doll," Vicky sneered, "get undressed."

She released Sarah, and sauntered to her nightstand. Vicky opened a drawer and pulled out a strapless dildo, a bottle of lubricant, a box of condoms, and a pair of handcuffs. Placing the items on the bed, Vicky glanced at Sarah. The younger woman's eyes were fixed on the latex toy.

"You too, Eddie," she said. "Strip."

They disrobed quickly. Vicky instructed the now naked Sarah to get on the bed. While Vicky removed her own underwear, and crawled on the bed to lie atop the shorter woman, Eddie crept closer.

"You, sit down," Vicky ordered. "You're going to watch for now."

Chastised, he returned to his seat. Vicky kissed Sarah's lips. Her mouth opened and their tongues danced as they wrapped their arms around each other. Sarah dragged her nails over the delicate flesh of Vicky's back, and Vicky sighed. She rocked her hips; pressing herself against Sarah.

"You feel so good," Sarah cooed.

Vicky lifted her head, and gazed into her eyes. Sarah attempted to avoid Vicky's scrutiny, and Vicky put her lips to Sarah's ear.

"My little spaghetti slut," she whispered

Vicky kissed Sarah again. Sarah tried to return it, but Vicky began worming her way downward, wiggling over Sarah's warm flesh, trailing her tongue between her breasts.

"Roll over, baby," Vicky said, rising suddenly.

Sarah complied, and Vicky popped up to straddle her thighs.

"Give me your hands," Vicky ordered, picking up the cuffs.

Looking back over her shoulder, Sarah did as told. Vicky quickly secured her hands. That done, Vicky slapped Sarah's right butt cheek. The sound of her hand striking Sarah's skin filled the room.

"Shit," Sarah cried out.

"You fucking whore," Vicky said. "You didn't think I was going to make you cum first, did you?"

Sarah dared to rub the spot Vicky had hit. Vicky smacked her again, and Sarah yelped.

"No, no," Vicky mocked. "You don't get to cum until I say so."

Her face pressed into the bedspread, Sarah nodded.

"And, if you ever give me that bitch face you had on when I opened the door again," Vicky said as another blow landed, "I'll turn your ass so red, they'll be able to see it from space."

"Please," Sarah whimpered, "I'll do whatever you want. I swear."

Vicky fell forward to speak directly into Sarah's ear.

"I know you will," she taunted.

Eddie coughed nervously, and Vicky focused on him.

"Don't worry, Eddie," she said. "I've got something special planned for you."

"What?" he asked, warily.

"Later," Vicky said, grinning.

She slipped off Sarah.

"Get on your back," she directed.

Vicky crawled up Sarah's body, and knelt astride Sarah's face. Without hesitation, Sarah's tongue darted out to taste Vicky's cunt.

"Yesssss," Vicky murmured as her head fell back. "That's what I want."

She began grinding back and forth; riding Sarah's face. Sarah mumbled something unintelligible, and the vibrations rumbled through Vicky's body. She clawed at Sarah's hair, trying to hold her in place. For several minutes, she kept Sarah's mouth pressed to her pussy; panting for breath as her body quivered. She felt the tightness growing in her lower belly, and she tried to hold on, wanting more and more of Sarah's tongue. Her efforts were unsuccessful.

"I'm gonna cum," she rasped. "Make me cummmm..."

The helpless Sarah couldn't hear Vicky, but felt the older woman's body stiffen, then convulse violently as it collapsed against her face. Fear flashed through her mind as she thought Vicky might smother her.

"Fuuuuck," Vicky groaned as her body fell forward.

Vicky's ass remained up in the air as Sarah -- who could now breathe -- continued lapping at her swollen clit, extending the ecstasy.

"Oh, God, Sarah...," Vicky managed to say, then her words faded away.

She expended the last of her energy reeling to her right; letting her hips drop to the bed. Orgasmic aftershocks rolled through Vicky's body as she muttered incoherent endearments. Sarah flipped over and moved close, sticking out her tongue to lick Vicky's right nipple. It surprised Vicky, and she watched Sarah. Sarah noticed.

"What?" she asked, softly.

Vicky shook her head, as if to say "nothing."

"Can I cum now?" Sarah asked, a sly smirk on her face. "Please."

An electric charge shot through Vicky's pussy.

"I think you've earned a good fucking," she said, pushing herself up.

Vicky picked up the dildo and lube.

"Flip, bitch," Vicky ordered.

While Sarah positioned herself, Vicky tipped the bottle, carefully covering the length of the toy with the viscous goo. Gingerly, she inserted one end into her pussy, seating it securely. Eddie watched her, practically drooling.

"Can I join?" he asked.

"Not yet," Vicky said. "And, keep your hands off your cock, quick draw. I don't want you shooting all over my damned carpet."

Eddie frowned as Vicky forced Sarah's knees apart, spreading her legs wide. Kneeling before her, she guided the latex head to Sarah's lips. Their eyes locked.

"Give it to me," Sarah purred.

Vicky nudged her hips forward, letting the tip penetrate Sarah. Both women gasped as the dildo entered Sarah. Vicky maintained steady pressure, sinking two inches before she stopped, and then pulled back. Advancing again, she went an inch farther, and Sarah wrapped her legs around Vicky.

"That feels so good," Sarah whined.

Vicky tried to go slow, getting the toy wet with Sarah's juices, but Sarah dug her heels into the cheeks of Vicky's ass, pulling her deeper. Vicky took the hint, and began moving faster; thrusting harder.

"Is this what you want?" Vicky groaned. "You want me to fuck you?"

"Yessss," Sarah sobbed.

She began pounding herself into Sarah. Inside her own cunt, the toy shifted with each movement, driving her closer and closer to bliss. Vicky squeezed Sarah's breasts, clutching tightly, pinching her flesh as Sarah howled at the mix of pleasure and pain.

"Don't stop," Sarah cried out. "Pleeeeease."

The center nub of the dildo touched Sarah's asshole, and the younger woman jerked furiously. Tremors ran through both women, and they announced their orgasms simultaneously, almost screaming in unison as they convulsed together.

"Cummmmm," Vicky moaned.

She crumpled, and buried her face in Sarah's shoulder. Vicky didn't stop moving, however, rocking her hips even as the climax ripped through her. She slipped her arms under Sarah, and fucked her slowly, almost as if making love to her. Lifting her head, she tenderly kissed Sarah. Sarah opened her mouth, and their tongues met.

Eddie's cock stood at attention, and he ached to touch himself as he watched the two undulate, giving and receiving, again and again. Hopping to his feet, he crossed from the chair to the corner of the bed. The women looked through him as they once more passed the point of no return. They cried out, cumming together for the second time, their bodies shaking uncontrollably.

As they slowly recovered, Vicky trailed her tongue along Sarah's collar bone, and Eddie moved in to kiss Sarah's mouth. Vicky lay her cheek on Sarah's breasts, and watched. It took several minutes, but their breathing slowed, and heart rates approached normal. Sarah mumbled something she couldn't decipher, and Vicky lifted her head.

"Is it my turn?" Eddie asked.

Vicky winked at Sarah.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"I don't know," Sarah giggled.

"Come on," Eddie appealed.

"I guess it wouldn't be nice to tease you too much more," Vicky said.

"I think we should put the handcuffs on him first," Sarah said.

Vicky and Eddie gaped at her; Vicky smiling; Eddie in disbelief.

"What..." he began.

"A great idea," Vicky said, finishing the sentence with a laugh.

Eddie shook his head as he stood up.

"If you wanna cum, you get cuffed," Vicky said.

Sarah turned so Vicky could free her.

"Well, Eddie?" she questioned, dangling the steel shackles from her forefinger.

He hesitated. Vicky slipped off the bed, and grabbed Eddie's wrists. His resistance melted as he admired Sarah's naked body. Vicky secured his hands, careful not to close the cuffs too tight.

"Now," Vicky ordered, "lay on the bed."

Eddie flopped on the mattress and scooted up, resting his head on one of Vicky's pillows.

"I want you to show Sarah some of what you learned today," Vicky said.

Shaking his head, he frowned at her.

"What is she talking about?" Sarah asked.

"Didn't he tell you?" Vicky asked, facetiously, knowing he hadn't.

Sarah scrambled off the bed.

"Eddie came over earlier today," Vicky said.

"Why?" Sarah demanded.

"We fucked, and then I taught him how to eat pussy," Vicky revealed.

"God damned bitch," Eddie grumbled.

"Motherfucker," Sarah spat at Eddie.

"I think you'll be pleased," Vicky told her.

"I'm not going to be anything," Sarah seethed.

"Yes, you are, my dear," Vicky said.

Sarah shook her head. Tears were forming in her eyes.

"Sit on his face, Sarah," Vicky directed.

"You're crazy," she lamented. "I'm not..."

"I'm not going to tell you again," Vicky said, glaring at her.

Sarah shrugged. She crawled on the bed, moved up to straddle Eddie's face, and put her hands on the headboard. Not wanting to look at him, her eyes fixed on the wall. Vicky sat astride Eddie's chest, and pressed up against Sarah's back.

"Fuck," Sarah shrieked, feeling the dildo wedge between the cheeks of her ass.

"We'll do that again later, baby," Vicky giggled. "First, let's see what Eddie can do."

Sarah wiggled, trying to adjust the positioning of the toy.

"Get to work, Eddie," Vicky said.

Sticking out his tongue, he licked Sarah's wet lips. The young woman's head fell back to Vicky's shoulder. Vicky's hands slipped around her; her right drifted down to rub Sarah's clit, while the left clutched at her right breast. Sarah's body braced, and she cried out.

"That's right baby," Vicky hissed in her ear, "enjoy it."

"Yessss," Sarah whimpered.

"Does it feel good?" Vicky asked.

Sarah nodded vigorously.

"Shove your tongue in there, Eddie," Vicky said, loudly.

For several minutes, Vicky's fingers manipulated Sarah's clit, teasing her. Sarah's hips heaved frantically, shoving her cunt against Eddie's mouth.

"I'm gonna cum," Sarah quaked.

"No," Vicky insisted. "Not yet.

"Pleeeeease," Sarah cried.

"Don't you dare cum, Sarah," Vicky ordered, squeezing Sarah's nipple, nearly making her scream.

"I need to," Sarah pleaded.

Vicky could feel the tension in Sarah's body; as if her entire being was coiled like a spring. She quivered in Vicky's grasp.

"Vicky, please," she begged.

"Eat her pussy, Eddie. Sarah wants to cum," Vicky yelled.

Sarah turned her head and locked eyes with Vicky.

"Cum for me, baby," Vicky said, then kissed her.

Vicky's efforts between Sarah's legs became rougher. Sarah's back bowed, and she screamed as an orgasm exploded inside her, shredding her senses. Vicky's left hand abandoned Sarah's breast and covered her mouth, muffling her cry. Sarah convulsed violently, and Eddie remained trapped beneath her as she squirmed in ecstasy.

Her mind lost in a cloud of bliss, Sarah jabbered indistinctly. Vicky slid down Eddie's body. She supported Sarah as she lay back, and rolled onto her side. The maneuver freed Eddie, and he twisted to watch Sarah as she writhed.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

"Yes, Eddie," Vicky answered for Sarah. "She's cumming."

"She's never cum like that before," he announced.

"I'll bet she hasn't," Vicky scoffed.

Vicky leaned over Sarah, running her hands over the woman's torrid flesh.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked.

It took a few moments for Sarah to capture the breath she needed to answer.

"That was fucking incredible," she sobbed.

Vicky smiled at her.

"I knew you'd like it," Vicky said. "Sensory overload, wasn't it?"

Sarah nodded, her body still shaking as aftershocks churned through her. As she recovered, Vicky contemplated Eddie's cock. He lay prone on the bed, his hands bound beneath his body, and his four slim inches stood at attention, waving back and forth like a flagpole in a stiff breeze.

"I need to cum, too," he complained.

"Awww, poor Eddie," Vicky baited.

Sarah lifted her head to look at him.

"We should leave you like that until your balls turn blue," she said.

"You were alone with her, too," Eddie tried to reason.

"I was drunk, you asshole," Sarah raged. "I told you that."

Eddie closed his mouth.

"We really should let him cum," Vicky said.

He nodded, trying to avoid Sarah's stare.

"Get up, and 69 with Sarah," Vicky told him.

Sarah began to object, but Vicky silenced her with a slap on her cheek. Sarah sulked.

"On your back, slut," Vicky ordered.

"Why should I make him cum?" Sarah grumbled as she lowered herself to the covers.

Still cuffed, Eddie awkwardly got into position atop Sarah.

"Because I said so," Vicky declared, answering Sarah's question.

Vicky moved around to kneel behind Eddie. He let out a long sigh as Sarah took him in her mouth.

"Go slow, Sarah," Vicky advised. "We don't want him to cum too fast...again."

"Hey," Eddie said, trying to turn toward her.

"Get to work on that pussy," Vicky said.

As he complied, Vicky scooped up the lube and let a dozen drops fall into the crack of his ass. His head rose from between Sarah's legs.

"What the fuck?" he demanded.

"Shut up and eat pussy," Vicky barked.

He hesitated. His mouth opened and he started to speak.

"Eddie, if you use that tongue for anything other than licking Sarah's cunt, I swear to God I'll stick my entire arm up your ass," she shouted.

Sarah's eyes went wide. As Eddie's mouth returned to Sarah's sex, Vicky dragged her right forefinger along Eddie's crack. She spread the lube, working it around his hole. Gingerly, she pressed against his sphincter, and the tip penetrated him. His cheeks clenched.

"Relax, Eddie," she cautioned.

Vicky dribbled a few more beads of the goo on her finger as she slowly worked it deeper into Eddie's ass. Sarah's eyes followed her hand as she began sliding the digit in and out. Eddie grunted and lurched forward, as if trying to avoid letting Vicky go so far.

"Keep still," Vicky said, slapping Eddie's ass.

She sped up, and Eddie moaned as she fingered his asshole. Despite Vicky's order, Eddie continued fidgeting, and Sarah struggled to suck him, his bulk weighing on her, limiting her ability to adjust to his movements. Vicky put her left hand on Eddie's scrotum and massaged gently. She felt his body stiffen, his hole clutching at her finger.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he cried out, lifting his head once more.

"Give it to Sarah," Vicky urged him. "Every fucking drop."

Eddie's body quivered. His sack pulsed in Vicky's hand. Sinking her finger to the last knuckle, Vicky felt his prostate throb as he shot his cum into Sarah's mouth. He bucked again and again, writhing on top of Sarah. She, tiny by comparison, felt crushed, but swallowed his seed as fast as he gave it to her.

"Oh, that's so hot," Vicky groaned.

Vicky's left hand drifted to the dildo still protruding from her pussy. She stroked it hard and fast, wrenching it inside herself, and again she felt the tightness in her belly.

"Motherfucker," she wailed. "I need to cum."

Letting her finger slip from Eddie's ass, she inched closer, guiding the toy toward him.

"Don't stop sucking, Sarah," Vicky ordered. "Make him cum again."

The tapered point of the cock touched his hole, and Eddie recoiled.

"No," he exploded as he tried to scuttle away.

He made it onto his back before Vicky pinned him. Sarah jumped up to help.

"Stay down," Vicky yelled as he tried to rise.

"You're not putting that thing in my ass," he thundered.

"Yes I am," she said, simply.

Sarah giggled as he wrestled with them.

"Sit on his face, Sarah," Vicky said.

She fought to straddle him as he thrashed. Vicky grabbed his balls. Eddie yelped, freezing instantly.

"You're gonna make Sarah cum again while I fuck you. Got it?" she sneered.

He nodded, a grimace on his face. Sarah settled, hovering above his mouth. Vicky released Eddie's testicles, and lifted his legs, bending his knees. The action placed Eddie's virgin ass in the perfect position for Vicky's intended violation.

"At least put more lube on it," Eddie pleaded.

"Sarah, make him shut up," Vicky ordered.

The younger woman spread her knees, lowering herself onto his face. Her eyes closed, and her mouth fell open. Vicky grabbed the lubricant and drizzled a copious amount over Eddie's wrinkled skin. It oozed downward, tickling as it trickled over his asshole. Once more, Vicky gripped her cock, and aimed it at Eddie's puckered hole.

Vicky nudged the dildo inside Eddie, applying steady pressure until the head penetrated. Eddie braced, and -- the toy being twice the thickness of her finger -- Vicky stopped, waiting for him to adjust. She tried to control her own breathing. Every movement shifted her end of the device, and Vicky was already so close -- the power she felt dominating both Sarah and Eddie was an incredible aphrodisiac. Her brain swam in a flood of euphoria, and she was in danger of drowning.

"Yes, eat my pussy," Sarah commanded.

Vicky watched Sarah's hips gyrate as she enjoyed Eddie's tongue. Sarah reached out to touch Eddie's knees. Her right hand slid down his leg and wrapped around his shaft. It was sticky with semen and saliva, and she stroked him gently; her hand gliding along the slick length.




To Victoria Go the Spoils Ch. 05



"More," Sarah encouraged. "Fuck his ass, Vicky."

Capturing Sarah's left hand, Vicky brought it to her right breast, and squeezed. Sarah took the hint and pinched Vicky's nipple. Vicky groaned, and her back arched, forcing the dildo deeper into Eddie's ass. He strained, but with Sarah atop him, he could not escape.

"Take that dick," Sarah shouted.

Sarah's hands migrated to her ass. She dragged her nails over her own flesh, then cupped the warm cheeks, and spread them.

"Lick my asshole, Eddie," Sarah demanded.

He had no choice. Sarah gasped as his tongue switched targets.

"You dirty little slut," Vicky cried out, working the last of the artificial phallus into Eddie.

For several moments, she remained still, enjoying the sight of Sarah's chest rising and falling. Vicky realized she couldn't hold out much longer; she needed to cum. Taking hold of Eddie's penis, Vicky jerked him roughly, and slid the latex cock in and out, moving about two inches each way. Each surge forward elicited a muffled "unf" from Eddie. The action jostled the hardware inside Vicky's pussy, driving her toward the climax she desperately desired. Vicky opened her mouth to speak, but Eddie babbled urgently, his body quivering under her. She felt his balls tighten, and warned Sarah with only a second to spare.

His body bucked violently, and a long stream of hot, white cum shot out, landing on Sarah's stomach and his own chest. He fired again, spraying it on Vicky's hand and arm. The next jet splattered on her lower belly. The display pushed Vicky and Sarah over the edge. The two women came within seconds. Convulsing wildly, they fell toward each other. Hugging tightly, they shook, moaning loudly. Their lips and tongues caressing whatever flesh they could find.

The three recovered lazily. Still trembling, Vicky attempted to remove the dildo from Eddie's ass without hurting him. Her hands shook. She concentrated on steadying them, and retreated slowly. Sarah abandoned Eddie's face, stepped off the bed, and ambled toward the bathroom. She returned with two towels, tossing one to Vicky as she used the other to wipe sweat from her face, and Eddie's semen from her body. Vicky did the same before letting the toy slide from her pussy.

Sarah dropped her towel on Eddie. He rotated 90 degrees, and Vicky giggled, realizing he remained handcuffed. She freed him, and he cleaned himself. Vicky and Sarah lay on the bed, the former spooning behind with the latter, as Eddie trudged toward the bathroom. When he returned, he climbed on the bed, positioning himself in front of Sarah.

"Anybody else need a nap?" Vicky sighed.

Sarah nodded, and Vicky kissed her shoulder.

"Yeah," Eddie added.

"I think I'm going to keep both of you," Vicky sighed.

Sarah twisted her neck, trying to look back at Vicky.

"What?" Eddie asked.

"You're gonna be my little fuck boy," Vicky purred.

"I'm not..." he began.

Vicky raised an eyebrow, cutting off his protest.

"When I call, you're going to come running." Vicky said. "Understand?"

His mind whirled, and he quickly realized he had no choice. He deflated.

"Yes," he grumbled.

"Good boy," Vicky said.

Sarah pulled away, and Vicky was about to say something when the younger woman rolled over and kissed her lips. Their mouths parted, and Sarah snuggled with her. Letting her fingers gently rake through Sarah's hair, Victoria smiled. Silently, she mused over how much she'd changed in this one weekend. Until Friday night, she'd been self-conscious, and far too shy to reveal her feelings for Sarah. Less than 48 hours later, she'd blossomed -- transforming after freeing her dominant side -- and realized Sarah and Eddie now belonged to her.